Chapter 2
A/N: I do not own My Hero Academia. I advise against reading if you are not caught up with at least Anime Season 3.
"How stupid of them not to stagger the times that we be naked next to each other. Ugh, I hope they never learn from their mistakes" the short little pervert that was Mineta said aloud, listening to the girls on the other side of the wall that separated the male and female hot springs. After a rough first day of training camp, which involved some fighting and meeting some very strange cat-themed heroes, everyone had thought that the hot spring sounded like a great idea to unwind and take a little of the edge off.
"Now I know why I have this quirk… because walls were meant to be climbed!"
"If you try to climb that wall I am going to fucking kill you, you Grape idiot!" Mineta just looked at Bakugo for a second, then back to the wall, then back to a scowling Bakugo, and made himself content with leaning next to the wall with his ear on it making somewhat lewd noises. As far as Izuku could remember, that was the first time that he had seen someone actually manage to stop Mineta when he was in the middle of a perverted trance; apparently, not even the allure of a quick peek at naked women – who would undoubtedly hospitalize the poor guy within ten seconds of him reaching the top of the wall – was enough to make Mineta try to test Kacchan's wrath. It was also the first time he could specifically remember Kacchan calling out Mineta.
"Ah, Bakugo, I did not realize that you valued the decency of your fellow classmates so highly!" Ida said, to which Kacchan rolled his eyes.
"Little loser acting like a neanderthal was distracting." Ida looked puzzled.
"Distracting from what, exactly?" Kirishima asked, also clearly confused. Kacchan sent a look directly at him, then, one with total apathy on his face, but Izuku knew there was something different in those red eyes that made him feel even hotter than the hot spring; as a result, he sunk down until just his head was above the water.
"What do you think, idiot?"
"Hah, come on Bakugo, you really need to think about something other than your grudge with Midoriya sometime. It can be a little unmanly."
"I don't expect you to get it, Red-head. But there can only be one Number One Hero and so that means I have to be better than all my competition. Every second of thought wasted on a different subject is a waste of my time." Nobody else noticed it, he was sure of it, but that was a complement! Kacchan had acknowledged they were really competitors both going for the number one spot. His heart was racing at the thought and he knew it was probably pathetic how much such a simple thing could affect him but he couldn't help it.
"Midoriya, are you okay?" Sero asked him, to which he quickly responded.
"Yeah, I'm fine" in a kind of high-pitched voice that he really couldn't help in his flustered state. He'd be worried that somebody would notice he was like that if they weren't in a hot spring.
"Well I for one believe this has gone too far! It is clear that young Midoriya is succumbing to the pressure of such a heated rivalry and as Class Rep I cannot sit here and allow for one of my classmates to be afraid of a peer!"
"Well Deku, what do you say? Do I scare you?" Kacchan was not the most socially active person but it was starting to become very clear that he could maneuver around conversation topics with the utmost ease when he wanted to. Izuku knew this because he knew the answer that Kacchan wanted to hear,
"You don't scare me, Kacchan." It was the same thing he had said in the shower locker room, when he thought that they were about to get in a fight. The last thing he said before their first kiss. He and Kacchan hadn't really spoke since then – it's not like there had been much time between then and this trip, just a few days – so in a way he knew that this was the blonde's way of letting him know that they were still, well, whatever they were. Otherwise Kacchan wouldn't have asked a question perfectly answered by that phrase. It was actually… romantic.
Katsuki looked at him, head down, slight smirk on the right side of his lips. Burning red eyes looking right into his. He couldn't take it any more and turned around; he knew Kacchan would hate the sign of weakness, really he did, but it was just too much for him to take right now, especially when there were so many people around. The entire situation still felt so weird to him and he didn't know how to handle it; he had never been in a relationship before and, really, it might have been a stretch to say he was in one now. It's not like they had made it official or even called each other – the word got lost in his head for a moment before it embarrassingly reared its head – boyfriends.
"Are you sure you're okay Midoriya? You do seem to be acting strangely."
"Oh yeah, everything's great Todoroki. Just a bit worn out from training ya know?" He looked back at his friend and was somewhat relieved that Kacchan was distracted, having his head reared back and looking upward at something. Really, he doubted the blonde would mind if he just walked over there and leaned in, maybe for a quick kiss, and then he'd just rest his head on Kacchan's shoulder and they could sit there until the water got on their nerves. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the fantasy. Honestly he was hopeless and every minute in the spring was reinforcing it.
Ever since that shower occurrence his fantasies went from vague ideas of other people – he didn't think he ever truly had a specific fantasy about one person before, even when assisted by video – to all featuring Kacchan. And he had known Kacchan for so long it was very easy to get the voice and movement patterns right in his head.
The fantasies were usually rather tame, just imagining all the things he and Kacchan would do together. Sometimes he liked to imagine that they were training together or had become heroes that fought side-by-side. He could picture it easily; they would argue a bit about how to get things done but, in the end, when the two of them worked together, no villain would stand a chance. Of course, he was the number one hero and Kacchan was the number two hero in those daydreams. The prior day, eating dinner with his mother, he wondered what it would be like to have Kacchan at the table with him. It was stupid really; Kacchan would just sit there, not saying much, while he was the one doing most of the talking, and then when his mother brought dinner to the table, Kacchan would begrudgingly say thanks out of obligation but his mother would smile and say 'You're welcome' anyway.
Of course, there had also been the other types of fantasies, the ones he had by himself at night. Those ones where he and Kacchan were alone, by themselves in the other's room – it was too embarrassing to think of it being in his room –, and he constantly tried to small-talk while the other just sat on the edge of the bed grunting in response to questions. Then suddenly something would snap and he'd pounce on top of the blonde, kissing and exploring like it was natural. Kacchan wouldn't say a word in response to that, just rolling along with it for a little bit, before roughly flipping them over – Kacchan was always rough – and looming above him with the slightest hint of a smirk. Next thing he knew he'd only see the top of blonde hair as his neck was attacked, usually combined with thrusting. He'd moan 'Kacchan!' and that was enough to satisfy that particular fantasy. It may not have seemed like much to other people but when the picture was so vivid it was easily enough to overpower him in an excited state.
He couldn't help, however, feeling almost silly about everything. The worst part about the situation was knowing that their current status was his fault. If he knew Kacchan like he knew he did, then the guy would not really care if he waltzed over there and said they were a couple. He would roll his eyes at the term but as soon as somebody said 'What, really?' Kacchan would say 'Is there a problem?' But he couldn't do that, at least not yet. He wasn't ready for something like that and he was happy Kacchan seemed to understand it. It was just way too soon! Kacchan was always way more straightforward than he was so it didn't surprise him that this was the same.
"I don't know, you do seem a bit absent-minded" Kaminari said, bringing him mind to the present.
"Hah, Pikachu here is talking about being absent-minded. Oh the fucking irony!" Kaminari just kind of turned toward Bakugo, a look of disbelief on his face. Kirishima was laughing pretty loudly and everyone else, minus Ida and Todoroki, were trying their best to hide their chuckling.
"Wh-what'd you call me?"
"You deaf too?" Kaminari just sort of pouted a little bit, mumbling something under his breath.
"Something seems different about you, Bakugo."
"The Hell are you talking about, Icy-Hot?"
"You know, now that he mentions it, you do seem to be in kind of a good mood tonight. You've been kinda talkative without that many death threats," Kirishima continued, making Izuku the slightest bit nervous despite all rational thought telling him he shouldn't be. Then all of a sudden the red-head's eyes lit up. "I've got it! Bakugo has taken up the manliest of all pursuits! He's got a girlfriend!" The look on Bakugo's face basically read 'fucking idiot,' looking at Kirishima with almost a dazed look in his eyes as if wondering how in the world the guy could make such a leap of logic. Even Izuku almost bought it.
"That seems a little unlikely."
"The fuck does that mean, Pikachu?" Now, he knew that Kacchan couldn't help but defend himself, especially since Kaminari had questioned his proficiency in something. In this case, his ability to pickup a girlfriend. He personally had a hard time resisting the urge to stand up and flex his arms or something because their insinuating that Kacchan had a 'girl'friend was an insult to his manhood that he did not need. Maybe the two of them weren't dating or anything officially but there was understood exclusiveness!
"Oh, nothing. I just meant, uh, that you're super focused on your career path is all!" If Kaminari wasn't sweating from the hot spring before, he was now.
"Kirishima, you are around Bakugo quite often aren't you? Shouldn't you be the one most likely to know of any such arrangement?"
"Well sure, we study sometimes," at this point Bakugo just rolled his eyes and leaned back again, looking up at nothing in particular, "and I guess we hang out a bit too, but I haven't noticed anything. It could be a girl back home?"
"Highly unlikely," Fumikage said, "I do not believe Bakugo could settle for anything other than a top heroine."
"True, good point," Kirishima continued, "I guess that really narrows it down to our school, since he would view any other school as inferior. Our class too, for the same reason. Girls at the top of our class huh… well well! I've got it! Smart, motivated, good-looking, and most importantly, she kinda held her own in a fight with him. It could only be Uraraka."
"Uraraka is an interesting theory; however," Kaminari said, voice imitating that of a stereotypical detective, "I believe we have another option. Supremely smart, versatile quirk, also good-looking, top of the class in written grades. Yep, Yaoyorozu is definitely the only one a guy like Bakugo would consider. Plus she's rich!"
"Bakugo, as your class representative, it is imperative that I foster a healthy relationship between the students of this class, especially in cases where romantic feelings may be involved. Due to concerns involving the stressful nature of a secret relationship it is highly likely to impact mental performance. Therefore! It is only necessary that you should surrender the name of the girl at once." Ida sure did take his role as Class Rep seriously though he should have known that, to get information from Kacchan, it was always best to avoid using words like 'surrender.'
"Can it, Four-Eyes. I'm not surrendering a damn thing." Yep, words like that would always bring out Kacchan's combative nature. Unfortunately, it would also make him ignore the context of his own words, and now to everyone else it seemed like Kacchan had a secret girlfriend that he wanted to hide even though he was only focusing on the last phrase.
"Ah, so that's why Bakugo sought to deny me my pleasure. Well it's hardly fair that one man should get the action all to themselves while the rest of us are left out to starve, never having the opportunity to live among the angels because of one man's hubris," Mineta rambled to himself, still leaning against the wall.
Sero just tilted his head, looking at the short boy. "There are so many things wrong with those statements."
"He's so weird" Izuku found himself saying.
"No longer my angels! Your transcendental bosoms shall be mine to witness!" Mineta began using that quirk of his to climb the walls and, though Ida got up as if intending to stop him, the shortest among them was actually astonishingly nimble when, well, sufficiently motivated. Izuku got out of the water, wrapping a towel around his waist immediately, as he prepared to carry Mineta to the nearest medical facility after one of the girls inevitably dealt with him. However, instead, that Kota kid from earlier – he got a jolt of pain in his midsection just from the sight of him – appeared at the top of the wall and successfully dealt with Mineta. Before he could relax, however, Kota was falling off the wall, and he jumped into action to save the kid.
He was walking back to their rooms after taking Kota to Mandalay, thinking about why the kid hated heroes. Okay, sure, who was he to tell someone the proper way to deal with losing their parents, but it was silly to take out an anger that should be directed at villains toward heroes. Kota's parents were dedicated to rescuing others and saving people's lives so it was only right to be mad at the person who killed them, not heroism in general. Sure, maybe not all heroes had the purest motivations, but he wants to rescue others and give people hope, Kacchan wants to defeat villains, Uraraka wants to help her family, and Ida wants to continue in his brother's footsteps.
"Something on your mind you damn nerd?" Kacchan was walking in his direction, wearing baggy shorts and a loose black t-shirt. The blonde looked so laid back, with his hands in his pockets and a slight backwards lean. He couldn't help but wonder why he was in the middle of the woods, in-between facilities, but knew that asking was almost definitely not going to get a direct answer.
"Oh hey Kacchan. Everyone get out of the spring?"
"Not sure. I had to get out to show a Grape my wrath and then I said fuck it, didn't wanna get back in. Now, whatever you're thinking about, just spill it."
"I was just thinking, Kota's angry at heroes because his parents were heroes and were killed. So I'm going to show him what real heroism is! I, uh, just don't know if I should do something or maybe wait for an opportunity?"
"Moron, teh, wasting your time worrying about some random kid."
"Saving people is never a waste of time."
"Listen Nerd, when there's a group of villains out there, you really think you need to spend your time as a therapist for one kid?" They were standing just a foot or two apart now, just the two of them as far as he could tell.
"Maybe it doesn't make sense to you Kacchan, because I know it's not completely logical or cool or anything, but I just can't sit around and do nothing when I know there's something I could do to help someone. Everyone is worth the time, even if their problems involve more than just stopping a villain." Kacchan stood there for a second, before a hungry look overtook his features that made Izuku feel red in the face. Well, the two of them were alone and there wasn't any reason to think anyone else would be walking by at this time so maybe they could… then suddenly the look faded.
"Whatever Deku." The blonde turned around, putting his back to Izuku and walking away.
"K-Kacchan? Kacchan, what's wrong?" Bakugo stopped in his tracks, head hanging slightly but hands still in his pockets. Izuku walked up to him and awkwardly put a hand on his shoulder; it scared him a little bit how perfectly still his body was.
"I've been distracted, Deku!" Kacchan exploded, voice dripping with heated anger. Though, he didn't knock Izuku's arm off. "I've been wasting my time on a whole bunch of shit that doesn't even matter when I should have been pushing ahead of everyone else. Instead, I'm letting these nobodies slow me down! Do you know how much damn time I wasted studying with that fucking idiot Kirishima? It's a joke!"
So, this probably had something to do with the way that everyone else performed in the little test they had gone through today. Considering how advanced he started out, it must seem to him that everyone else is progressing faster in their skills and that he hasn't tried hard enough. It was silly really but, then again, it wasn't really surprising. There was nothing in the world that Kacchan was more confident in than himself so if he failed himself then, well, it had the same impact on him as Izuku would feel if All Might failed him.
"No, you're wrong!" His voice answered, almost by its own in response to seeing the way Kacchan was beating himself up. "It wasn't a waste of time; you helped him pass the written portion, he was in the top ten!"
"He failed the practical anyway!"
"It was a bad matchup; he was paired with Sato and they both have a time limit on their quirks."
"A hero doesn't get to lose just because they have a bad matchup. A hero has to win, no matter what, no excuses!"
"You haven't been wasting your time, Kacchan. You won the Sports Festival. You helped Kirishima get to the top half of the class. Everybody in our class is training as hard as they can because they've seen how confident and skilled you are at fighting and they want some of that confidence for themselves." Feeling suddenly comfortable, Izuku took a step to be right behind Bakugo and rested his head on the blonde's left shoulder. "You're awesome, Kacchan. But quit focusing on all the wrong things."
"Deku, you know, if you're trying to seduce me, it really is a waste of your time." He felt his face heat up; honestly, he was just trying to be comforting and he hadn't been thinking anything like that! "I've been ready to fuck you up." There was something about the plain seriousness of the blonde's voice that made Izuku practically quiver. It made him remember some of the looks the other shot him in the spring earlier and suddenly he was completely hard and already feeling desperate to take care of it. His underwear was a little uncomfortable though; what kind was he wearing again?
Before he could think about that, Bakugo turned around and then pressed their lips together, initiating a heated exchange that immediately started getting both of them hot and bothered as their hands once again started exploring each others' bodies. Izuku could barely stand the sudden rush; remembering and fantasizing about the contact between the two of them didn't even compare to the real deal. Eventually, however, they broke away, both slightly panting.
"K-Kacchan… wait… we can't do anything here."
"Why the fuck not?" The way Kacchan said it really made Izuku forget every single bit of reasoning he had for a second. Honestly it was almost silly how affected he could be by the other teen. When Kacchan said 'Why not' with so much overwhelming confidence and seriousness, it really did make it seem like there wasn't a reason.
"Well, oh, somebody could walk up on us, or hear something, plus there's a kid who could be wandering around!"
"I knew you were a pervert, Deku. Thinking about what other people will hear? What exactly were you thinking we'd be doing?" Izuku blushed violently and Bakugo had a devilish smirk on his face. "Oh, I bet you I know. You thought I was going to push you up against that tree and that you were going to wrap your legs around me, pull me closer until I was practically inside you then beg for me to finally take you? Damn, yeah, I bet someone would hear us because there's no way you wouldn't be loud as fuck. You would be so busy feeling my back with your hands you wouldn't even feel yours getting scratched by the bark. Hah, you were totally lost in that little fantasy land of yours, huh Nerd? I'll bet you were so lost you forgot that you're out here in nothing but that skimpy little towel."
He squeaked and backed away slightly; he had forgotten he was only wearing a towel somehow! Probably because, with Kacchan around, his body was frequently warm enough to feel like he had clothes on. Next thing he knew the other's hands were on his shoulder before he was twirled around; a second after that Kacchan's body was pressed extremely closely against him, especially around the hip area.
"Ah!" It felt weird and embarrassing to have Kacchan's crotch rubbing against him but he couldn't deny how good it felt, even through two layers of Kacchan's clothing and the towel that he was wearing he could feel the heat. He didn't really feel ready to actually go through with what the action was simulating – no matter how much Kacchan's words made him fantasize it – but it was pretty easy to accept this as a pleasant alternative. Next thing he knew, one of the blonde's hands managed to sneak under the tight fold of the towel and start jerking him roughly. It was the first time Kacchan had actually touched him there directly and it felt so natural he would have been worried if he weren't so distracted.
"I bet you think I lose control when you strut around, don't you Deku? Next time you want this you probably think you just have to get shirtless and wait around. Some idiots might even think it was cute to say they lose control. But that's stupid; that's stupid as fuck. I'm in total control of myself Deku; I know exactly what I'm doing and who I'm doing it too. I could have not met you here, I could've stopped at any point. I could stop right now. But I. Don't. Want. To." Every one of the final words was said slowly, deliberately, perfectly timed with a thrust and a tug. "Don't you get it you Nerd? Wrapped in a towel or dressed in a swimsuit, school uniform, hero uniform, it doesn't fucking matter. All you have to do is want it and I'm gonna provide."
"Kacchan!" Izuku said, no longer able to hold his release. A second later, Bakugo groaned loudly himself. After that, they were both panting, legs feeling weak and shaky. After about a minute of just standing there, both of their breathing started to return to normal and Bakugo simply started walking in the direction of their lodging. It took Izuku less than a second to start walking alongside him, though he didn't understand how Bakugo had already returned to his aloof stride with his hands in his pockets. Izuku couldn't help it as his mind wandered to their earlier conversation.
"H-hey, Kacchan" He also couldn't help the nerves that crept up as he thought of his next question.
"Spit it out, damn Deku."
"Do you – do you think I'm a distraction? I mean, you said earlier that you were distracted by Kirishima and the other students so I guess I couldn't help but wonder..."
"The fuck kind of stupid question is that?" Bakugo interrupted, easily without even thinking about it. "Quit overthinking things, you damn Nerd. You're way ahead of Red-head. And how the hell can I be distracted by something that belongs to me?"
In a Kacchan way, the blonde was saying that it wasn't a waste of time to think about him and therefore it couldn't be a distraction.
Izuku smiled broadly.
"Thanks Kacchan."
A/N: Since there's some demand and this is fun to write for (seriously, I love the challenge of trying to have them be in-character) I've decided to expand the story. I haven't quite decided on whether it will be a 3 or a 4 shot yet. I'm thinking on a 4 shot and, if it is, Chapter 3 probably won't have anything very sexy in it. I hope you've all enjoyed this chapter; it may be a bit fluffy for some but oh well. Also, the distraction thing was a fake-out meant to make fun of stories where the characters find a reason to break up with each other just to add some drama, hope you don't mind it!
(Also also, no, just because this story features Baku/Deku, doesn't mean I'm writing every character as being gay. But I think you probably got that from the hot spring scene.)
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