Midoriya jumped in surprise as Bakugou slammed the door behind him. The shock of the impact vibrating through the walls of the house.
"Welcome ba-"
"Damn those rotten bastards, I'll kill them!" Bakugou roared as he slammed his fist into the wall.
The aura surrounding him appeared red, hot, and seething with rage.
Midoriya, still rather shook from the sudden outburst, stepped forward, taking hold of Bakugou's clenched fist.
"Kacchan," Midoriya said, pulling in Bakugou's hand to his chest. "Talk to me."
Their eyes met and Midoriya saw a torrent of raw anger and frustration.
Then he felt Bakugou pull him in by the shirt for an aggressive kiss.
Midoriya broke it of almost immediately, but Bakugou grabbed him by the wrists, pinning him against the wall.
"Kacchan, wait." Midoriya said, trying to pull away as Bakugou leaned further into him.
"Deku…" Bakugou seethed, deaf to his plea, had begun pressing further into Midoriya, softly and slowly nibbling at his ear.
A sharp moan escaped Midoriya's lips as he recoiled in shock, trying in vain to break free from Bakugou's iron grip.
"Kacchan please," Midoriya whimpered as Bakugou's tongue traced his ear lobe. "Please, stop this. Tell me what's wron-"
Midoriya yelped as Bakugou's hand, cold and callous from the wintry weather, trailed up his shirt, resting upon his chest.
Midoriya's head lifted upwards in response, prompting Bakugou to kiss at his neck. A light moan left Midoriya's lips once more. His body trembling in shock and ecstasy as Bakugou's fingers proceeded to caress his nipple.
"Ka...cchan," Midoriya gasped between breaths. His eyes met with Bakugou's for a moment, and within them Bakugou saw it. His weakness. His vulnerability. And a spark of determination.
With his free hand, Midoriya lifted Bakugou's face, pulling him in to meet his, for a slow, passionate kiss that would soothe Bakugou from his beastly state.
Midoriya lost control almost immediately as Bakugou's lips surged forward to meet his, almost enveloping them.
Bakugou's tongue breached his lips, seizing Midoriya's own tongue in one fell swoop.
"Mmm," Midoriya, who could no longer form coherent words, felt his arms go numb, little by little, until they rested limply at his sides. "Hnn!"
Bakugou, his left hand now free, had slid it down Midoriya's waist and had begun fondling his inner thigh.
Tingles ran through his body as his legs turned to jelly and his mind became fogged. Just as he thought he was going to pass out, Bakugou pulled away.
Midoriya crumpled forward onto his knees taking in tearful gasps. He couldn't bear to meet Bakugou's eyes as the two of them made their way to bed.