It'd been only six days following up the small meeting at Best Jeanist's office and Midoriya still hadn't quite coped with the knowledge that he'd have to work with Bakugou. Sure, he knew there always came a time in life when a person was forced to do something they didn't like, but why did it have to be a horrible partnership and an unfair position in a mission for him? If this task was so important for them to do as Best Jeanist claimed and caused a highly ranked hero company to come to newbies, then surely people will figure out some of the details on what went down. People were always after news and gossip regardless of if they were an irritating reporter or just an average civilian when it came to pro heroes in attempt to exploit any little thing they possibly could in the same way they would a huge celebrity just to ruin their image or be the ones credited with the scoop. That meant he'd be exposed for playing weak and horribly embarrassed about what would be said about him after that because job or not, he had no doubt this would all come back to bite him on the butt. After all, what he was being asked to do felt, no, was super demeaning, especially since his partner had such a better title compared to him, and even though he didn't want to admit it, being told that he wasn't mean enough to pose as nothing more than a slave hurt when it was said to his face by someone he had looked up to in his past because he felt it was just an alternative to him saying he wasn't good enough at his job to be able to pull off a task that came with part of it. It was all just so jerky and stupid, and he knew he'd probably get laughed at and picked on until the day he died even though he could've just stood his ground and demanded a different title otherwise he wasn't doing it. To him it really wouldn't have been that hard for him to pull off being some stuck up jerk who sold illegal items for profit, but according to the old pro, his opinion was apparently false. It made him feel too pathetic to even be carrying the title hero if he couldn't be seen as someone in power but rather a helpless dog of a human being who had to play helpless in order to get something done. He'd worked his butt off to get into the spotlight, yet now he felt so far away from being recognized as important. His position in this mission was pretty much pointless considering he was basically just some dumb decoy while Bakugou got to be more involved in doing the important tasks and was stuck depending on him for everything when it came down to it.
This all just began to make part of him slowly believe that maybe this was just backlash on the fact that he wasn't as good as All Might after receiving his power and to everyone was nothing but a little helpless runt trying, but horribly failing, to live up to such a title and that's why Aizawa chose him to pair up with Bakugou. His old teacher knew that guy would put him down for everything and "keep him in his place" as far as reminding him that he wasn't the better hero. Maybe life would've just been better if he had stayed quirkless if that was the case. He didn't like feeling like a loser from the start and he especially didn't like feeling that way now, but it seemed getting picked on was all he was good for. No, why did he keep thinking this way? Maybe it was just his mental state getting the better of him again, but really it wasn't good for his health. It was causing him so much harm in the inside, and with his depression feeling as if it was getting ten times worse, he started to feel irrelevant when it came to many situations. It was only natural for him to take all of what happened in that office the wrong way, especially since he cooped himself up with nothing but his corrupt thoughts to accompany his boredom. He just needed to get out of his house and get his mind off of all of this, because again, all he'd been doing for the past six days was lazing around on his property and refusing to go outside or be with anyone. At the time he just felt it was the best way to prepare himself for what he was about to go through, though now thinking about it maybe he was just wrong. He'd only be seeing one person for a while after all so why isolate himself from his friends now? Many of them were concerned for him anyways considering just last month he stopped hanging out with his old classmates and refused to show up to fun events like festivals if he didn't have to, but it wasn't because he didn't like them or hated being social. He had just finally started feeling all the pressure of popularity and reliability crash down on him like a wave that he'd gotten so blinded by the nerves of needing to feel perfect and help everyone to a point where he couldn't enjoy life anymore. He need to though. He needed to be out and doing what made him happy, but with just a few hours left before he had to go off into the unknown with a moody young adult from his past, he realized he had no other time than to just focus on packing and getting his necessities in order. He wasted his free days away, how perfect.
Knowing that didn't really make him feel any better, but surprisingly after turning on the tv, cleaning up a little, and finally getting to business with fitting whatever he could into the bags he'd be using for traveling, he was surprised to find that putting his focus on things other than Bakugou and this mission was actually really relaxing. He even managed to settle his mind enough to get on his phone and text a few people his goodbyes for now before his heart finally sank in the same way it had in the office upon getting a notification from none other than the source of majority of his issues. That blonde boy. He texted him. What did he want though?
Midoriya hesitated for a while on whether he should ignore him or give into his attempt at a conversation. He'd just managed to let all the pent up nerves free themselves by pushing him out of his mind so answering him wasn't really the best decision, but of course he ended up opening his message anyways and braved his mind for whatever crude thing that he expected to see on his screen, yet shockingly nothing ever did. Rather than witnessing some insult that'd add onto ruining his night, all that he got from the temperamental male was a location followed by, "I need to talk to you. Be here in thirty minutes."
What? He was confused why he hadn't just called him or texted him what he needed to get across to him, but the guy never made sense to him in the first place and knowing he'd be stuck around him over the next few hours or even days he figured pissing him off right off the bat wasn't his best option. He'd learned from past situations that the smartest option was to oblige to whatever his plans were and be as cheery as possible about it yet not enough to annoy him with obvious fake enthusiasm, so if he wanted to meet up to talk then fine. He'd do it. Talking face to face wasn't so bad anyways, but then again this was Bakugou not some acquaintance or friend he could calmly sit down and discuss matters with. Maybe a conversation in person wasn't the best path to take, especially since every time he told him to meet up to talk about some part of life things always went south. He'd either hurt him or make him feel insulted in some way. This text gave him a bad feeling and in attempt to figure out what his soon to be partner was plotting he slowly just typed out, "Oh, okay, cool. Are we going to go over mission plans?" But Bakugou never responded. He ignored him and he knew it. Sure, it was getting late and dark outside, but he knew he hadn't set his phone down to take a nap or something before he came over. He was literally just on it to send his location and based off being around him for a while he knew he was a really light sleeper when he wanted to be. The sound of his phone getting a notification without a doubt would've woken him up granted he had it on. It made Midoriya even more worried and hesitant to go visit him, but the boy just slunk down on his bed and nervously stared at his phone screen in attempt to reason with himself that this was all just going to be an innocent get together. No matter what though, he just couldn't shake this off feeling of dread inside and began to debate on whether he should say more or wait a while longer to see if he was just giving it a few minutes before responding, but of course Bakugou never said anything back. It caused Midoriya to feel certain that he was going to try to do something to either get him out of this mission or make him regret agreeing. Yeah, it was wrong to assume the worst but Bakugou was Bakugou and he felt he couldn't completely trust him even though that was a bad habit.
"Sorry, actually I cant come over. Something came up." Midoriya eventually just texted him once more when the other male never got back to him and decided he'd just go ahead and get an early sleep in for tomorrow, but his words had seemed to apparently get Bakugous attention since he suddenly texted back at that very moment. It seemed saying he wasn't going to go through with what he wanted must've got under his skin, but that was just irritating knowing he didn't want to speak to him other than to make things go his way otherwise he would've answered his question.
"Stop lying. Just come over." Was all that appeared on the screen and caused Midoriya to groan inwardly at his phone. Bakugou was a crappy texter and an even crappier person for doing all of this, but fine. It wasn't like he wasn't used to this guy beating his face in. What was one more night? He could take it after all he'd been through, plus maybe he needed to get thrown around enough to focus his mind on the physical pain versus the mental one that had been plaguing him for a while now. It wasn't the preferred version of therapy, but it was something which was better than getting no help at all, so he just grumpily got up and went to change into more comfortable clothes for the night considering he didn't know how long he was going to be out and he wasn't trying to impress Bakugou in any way. They'd they'd both seen each other look like trash in sleepwear before so it just didn't matter to him at this point, especially considering this boy had put a time limit on his route and he had no time to dress "fancy". He just had to get there before being late to keep him from getting upset again, so he simply grabbed a coat to put over himself after getting dressed and his phone off his bed just Incase he needed it for an emergency or if he ended up getting lost. He was kinda bad with directions so he couldn't rely completely on himself since getting off the course wasn't a good excuse when it came to explaining his tardiness to the blonde. He more than likely would just tear him up over it either way, but thankfully after a long walk along the backroads in attempt to avoid any people out to see him looking far from his best, Midoriya finally made it to a neighborhood not to far away from his. He actually remembered looking at a few of these houses in search for his own place to stay, but his current residence suited him best and was much cheaper for someone who lived alone, but it was nice to be back here. He enjoyed looking at pretty homes, though he didn't have time to simply bask in the sight of the well cared for places. He had someone to meet and after checking the house number on his phone he eventually found the place Bakugou had sent for him to meet at and hesitantly walked to the door.
Regardless of how many times he'd hung out with him when he was younger, he'd never been over to the boy's home. It made him wonder what it was like. Probably some hell hole of torture or something intense like that, but after knocking and waiting a few minutes for him to answer, Bakugou finally came to the door and opened it revealing what seemed to be a clean and tidy place behind him. Even the scent that emanated from inside was pleasant and made him have a nostalgic feeling that caused his heart to ache at the memories of high school and the past when life was a bit easier. It smelt like him and he still smelled the same. He always liked it though even if he didn't like him...but besides how he felt about Bakugou, all of this was shocking in all honesty even if he didn't take him for a dirty person, but he definitely didn't think of him to care for his things with how violent his personality was. If anything he assumed he'd see broken things in need of repair all thrown across the floor.
"U-uh...Hey. Um...I hope I'm not-" Midoriya started only to cut off at the realization that Bakugou was just staring at him with a full look of disinterest as he stood there with a cup in his hand, toothbrush in his mouth, and his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of someone he more than likely didn't like. For a moment all that went through the freckled boy's mind was "what the hell?"
He looked as if he was confused why he was even here and completely unprepared to have a guest over, but he didn't didn't go say that aloud. Midoriya just said the best thing he could in that moment in attempt to avoid irritating him and nervously lowered his voice to a whisper as he continued with, "I-I'm Sorry...I didn't meant to interrupt you from...this..." as he reached up and took the handle on the toothbrush in his hand in attempt to playfully pull it away from his mouth, but that just resulted in a low growl like noise leaving the other male before he realized it wasn't going anywhere. Was he biting on it? Did he expect him to try to pull it out of his mouth? Wait why was he trying to mess around and get touchy anyways? Bakugou didn't like him in the level that it'd be okay to joke around with, much less touch him in any way. Thinking that way he just immediately let go and angered noise stopped, leaving Midoriyas audible swallowing to replace the silence due to his sudden unease. He should've just stick to his gut instinct and stayed home even if it pissed him off. That would've been tomorrow's issue not tonight's.
"So..." Midoriya added after realizing he wasn't around to speak and looked to his feet in attempt to avoid his intimidating stare. "What was it you wanted me over for?"
Bakugou didn't respond to that question for a while and it was so frustrating that the smaller male even began to believe all he wanted to do was make him travel all this way just to glare angrily, but finally a sound came from him that he didn't expect to hear for a while, his voice. Well, not before he removed his toothbrush and took a mouthful of whatever was in that cup to swish it around until he spat out the now liquified toothpaste into the bushes near the front door and wiped his lips off making Midoriyas eyes widen as he restrained from making a grossed out face. He hadn't really expected much less from him though. He was so unpredictable that his actions weren't surprising. At least he was being hygienic if he looked on the bright side of what he'd just done.
"You almost didn't come in time..." Bakugou muttered causing Midoriya to roll his eyes. Of course he pointed out any little flaw he could rather than get to the point, but he just simply nodded and whispered, "I-I know. I'm sorry..." only to get a mute response as Bakugou went back to staring at him. This was getting really weird and uncomfortable but he didn't know what else to do other than to just stand there and wait for him to talk him down or tell him what he originally wanted to say. He knew this couldn't be all considering he said he needed to tell him something over that text message unless as he previously guessed, this was all just to waste his time.
"Whatever. Just come inside. You're letting all the warm air out." Bakugou mumbled in a quieter tone and opened the door a little more to make room for him to slip in, but for while Midoriya didn't budge. Was this a trap? It definitely felt that way. It wouldn't make any other sense for him to suddenly be so welcoming in his own odd Bakugou kind of way, but seeing how impatient he was slowly getting due to his expression, Midoriya finally took a few small steps forward until forcing his legs to move faster so he could get past him to go inside the shelter of the house.
It still struck him as odd how this was all playing out though. He'd been invited to many places by many of his friends but never once Bakugou, and what made it even weirder was how welcoming his home was for him being so cold. Once inside he even realized that it seemed nicer than what he'd seen beyond the boy's figure just standing in the doorway, and for a moment he just looked around baffled. Was this really his home and was this really happening or was it just some dream due to paranoia?
"Wow...it's really clean. I though it'd be more-" Midoriya started only to trail off suddenly when he felt an odd warmth against his backside and slowly glanced over his shoulder to see how close Bakugou had gotten to him. It made him tense up, but he just stood in place and felt himself get paralyzed when he met his eye contact. He was so silent. He hadn't even heard him shut the door and walk over.
"What?" Bakugou finally muttered when quiet tension slowly began to grow in the air and midoriya jumped slightly as if he'd been expecting to hold out that stare with him all night, but in attempt to seem as if he hadn't gotten frightened he just hoarsely whispered, "n-nothing. You just...I thought you were still at the door..." and quickly moved forward to put some distance between heir bodies.
Bakugou wasn't one to have any shyness about getting all over someone or in their faces since he was never worried about how a person would retaliate, but Midoriya wasn't the same way. He didn't like it when someone was so close. It made him uncomfortable and unsure of his actions. He didn't want to allow him a moment to just do what he did again otherwise he'd eventually catch onto the fact that his mere presence was making him super nervous and might end up messing with him. He just had to keep him in his frontal vision and out of his personal space.
"Mm...you still never told me why Im here or what you want. I'm really tired and I don't want to be up all night just silently looking around..." The freckled boy eventually was able to tell him after calming down his rapidly beating heart, but once more Bakugou seemed disinterested in what he was saying. It was like he never wanted to get around to talking but reluctantly gave in after Midoriya pointed it out so much.
"Oh...that." He muttered simply and walked over to his living room couch before trailing a finger along the soft looking material, only to look to him and let out a small laugh that turned Midoriyas face pale. He was laughing? Legitimately laughing? There wasn't any insanity behind it, but for some reason it scared him because he seemed different. Was he okay? It wasn't like the laughter they shared as children at times but...creepier...
"Well, you see. Yesterday I was called back into Best Jeanists office and you weren't there. When I asked why he just said you seemed bothered by all of this so he decided he'd just talk to me about it and give me all the information to transfer in my own words to you like the location the people's quirks were up against, stuff like that...but that's not why I called you here since that's something that could've waited to be talked about. There's something else..."
Hearing this was starting to make Midoriyas skin crawl and slowly he began to recognize that laughter. He wasn't laughing because he was happy. He was laughing because it was a laugh of amusement. He was making fun of him in his mind but was just taking forever to get to it. It was already irritating enough to hear him say that Best Jeanist left him out of a meeting, so he didn't need him taunting him by knowing what he did and keeping it all to himself, especially if it was something about him.
"O-oh...okay..." Midoriya said slowly and looked away from him as he waited for him to continue rather than press him about getting to the point since it'd probably make him snap and this was the longest he'd ever been nice to him. He didn't want to ruin that, but suddenly he felt so odd just standing there in front of him as he felt the other sneering at his uncertainty to what he was getting at.
"You do want to know don't you Deku? What else I have to say?" He asked him and slowly moved away from the couch to head in another direction to which Midoriya followed feeling as if he had no other choice than to nervously trail behind him. It was scary thinking he was bound to take him somewhere bad but relieving when he realized he just went into his kitchen to set down the cup and toothbrush he'd been holding together in his occupied hand, but then again it didn't make him feel any better as far as being reassured on what was being kept from him. He didn't know if it was good news or bad, but he did know that this guy was certainly trying to bother him at this point with the way he was asking him that pointless question even though knowing the answer.
"Kacchan, stop..." Midoriya whispered softly under his breath, though Bakugou had caught it and looked back to him with a small grin before sighing.
"Hm, you're as boring as ever. I figured it'd piss you off and you'd try to start something with me but clearly nothings changed with you has it." He suddenly snapped on him. It wasn't loud like usual, but the tone of his voice gave off a angered vibe and all the other boy could think was "There it was. His old self".
"I'm not boring I'm just trying to be serious about this and you're not telling me why you wanted me over. This mission isn't a joke." Midoriya told him, but he knew he needed to not say anything to things like that seeing it wasn't what Bakugou wanted to hear by the way he was clenching his fists and he didn't want to give him an actual reason to try to fight him all of a sudden. "Please just...tell me."
Bakugou let out a faint scoff and glared at him angrily once he stopped talking, but this time midoriya tried his best to keep from looking away from that intense gaze. He couldn't let him know he constantly had him trembling on the inside, but after a minute passed and it didn't end the freckled boy gave in and looked to the floor. He didn't like this and now he was just screaming at himself to leave this place before things got violent but that would pointless. He couldn't outrun Bakugou if he gave chase considering it might provoke him like a dog chasing a cat, and even if in the unlikelihood he did let him go he'd just have to deal with reprisal tomorrow.
"Okay, have it your way, but it's something I know you won't want to hear. I mean after all the whole reason you weren't invited to come back and talk was because part of the meeting was about you and your duty to this case. He knew you wouldn't like hearing how you have to play the part of being some tool since you seemed so turned off by it the first time we met there." Bakugou muttered after he finally stopped glaring so much out of hatred, though the look he gave him still stayed hard. "You obviously aren't a slave nor have you ever been at any point in your life therefore you don't know how to act or how to interact with me or anyone else once it comes time to play your part."
"Dammit! Can't you guys just shut the hell up with assuming I don't know how to act around-"
"Shut up!" Bakugous voice immediately rose to a threatening yell when midoriya unexpectedly attempted to cut in and defend himself out of annoyance and anger, but hearing the blonde get upset shut him up quickly. Unlike him, Midoriya didn't want to back up his argumentative side with his fists.
"Anyways." He continued, lowering his voice back to a calmer tone though still coming off as stern as ever. "Because of that he asked me to teach you. He didn't want to ask someone from his company who had specialized in missions like that because he felt it might embarrass you to tel another person what you have to do since you didn't take the idea of your position professionally."
Midoriya felt his stomach lurch hearing that and if his reddening face didn't give away the fact he was quickly flustered by the thought of learning such a thing from Bakugou then his stuttering surely did when he tried to respond.
"N-no! Y-you don't have to do t-that!" Though he pause before he could bring himself to say something else. How did he even know what to do either? Why would Best Jeanist ask him to teach him if he had no knowledge of being someone's slave. It didn't make sense unless...
"Ugh, you're so gross..." he whined out, not really sure why he was speaking his thoughts audibly, but at this point his humiliation was getting the best of him. "I can't believe you shared your knowledge of weird stuff like that to someone you interned under! Like I get it if it's being a slave in the working way, but if you're meaning in some perverted way you shouldn't share the fact that you watch stuff or have weird kinks for things like that!"
"What?" Bakugous eyes widened, but Midoriya just covered his ears as if he was refusing to allow him to talk about it. It just got too weird and he really didn't want to have this sort of conversation. "N-no you dumbass! What the hell are you thinking?! I don't watch stuff like that! I've just been on missions where I pretended to held hostage at least so I'm familiar with knowing how to react to someone over me! Plus I was given a list of notes on how we should both consider behaving and more plans! Stop thinking of me like someone as desperate as you!"
The freckled boy's cheeks still blazed red even after Bakugou explained himself, but he still felt uncomfortable with the thought of him teaching him how to behave when his normal behavior was crappy in general. He didn't want to be influenced in a bad way, plus it was hard to believe he really played hostage. It seemed like his mouth would get the best of him and he'd just say something like "screw it" before acting out, but he was still here so that meant things had to go smoothly. Maybe he should just confide in him a little.
"O-oh...mm, sorry, but...I'm not desperate either. I just know that kind of stuff exists and figured because of what you said that you..." he started but just stopped himself before he ended up getting punched. "A-anyways...can I see the list?"
"Hm? No. Why would I give you the list. It defeats the purpose of me teaching you if you're just reading it." He started only to have Midoriya give him a nervous frown. He wanted to argue to that but just stayed quiet remembering how mad he got when he cut in last time. "We only have tonight but I think I can cram in the basics now if we go ahead and get started."
"Basics?" Midoriya asked the blonde softly, but a smile just came to his lips at that.
"You're too comfortable around me. That might carry over into the mission part of life and that will just be a risk where as I have no problem being mean to you or anyone else if I have to be." Bakugou muttered flatly, though the expression the other male gave him to that was sorta sarcastic. What did he mean when he had to be? He was mean in general and honestly if he felt this was him being comfortable then he was horrible at reading emotions. He was constantly timid as hell when he was within eyeshot of the guy.
"Mm, right, so you want me to act...how?" Midoriya asked after deciding to agree with everything he said to keep from causing an argument, but when he responded with, "Submissive." He wanted to go against his better judgement and do otherwise, mostly because he wasn't completely sure what he meant but that. He already listened to him for the most part considering he came over when he told him to despite the fact he wanted to stay home and was even obeying him now. What other submissive was there for him to act like?
"I-I can do that. I'm a cooperative person all the time. Normally the only time we don't get along is whenever you pick on me for something." He told him with a faint sigh. "This is kinda a stupid form of train-"
"This is about more than just general cooperation. That's the issue. You believe you've been given something stupid to do and think playing the part your way is no big deal. I can see it in your expression but you're jobs actually way more important than you realize. If you fail at it we're screwed." Bakugou growled out to shut him up, but when Midoriya dismissed his words with a role of his eyes he got annoyed and immediately just reacted by reaching out to grab one of his arms and roughly shove him back against the wall. It completely took the smaller male off guard and when he tried to push Bakugou away from his body it just allowed the blonde and opening to grab his other outstretched limb and pin him there. Now Midoriya was panicked. This was more of what he'd expected from the start but because he waited a while he wasn't on full alert with this guy due to a false sense of security. He really had grown way too comfortable around him even if he hadn't realized it.
"H-hey! Cut it out!" He tried to yell, but of course his confidence failed him and his voice just ended coming out as a nervous tremble as he fought back the instinctual tears that slowly started to form at the feeling of being panicked and hurt by him again. His grip was too tight and he was too close for comfort. He wanted him off, but that didn't mean he wanted to stoop to his old crybaby ways in attempt to make him feel bad enough to give him an escape point. It'd be even more humiliating if that was how he saved himself.
"Aw, I know that look Deku. You're upset, but you know...you're kinda cute when you're like this." Bakugou whispered lowly in a tone full of lust after he noticed his tears defiantly forming, though hearing that finally allowed the water works to flow. What was he talking about? He was scaring him.
"H-huh?" Midoriyas voice cracked, though he didn't get a response. The other boy just let out a small laugh as he slowly leaned forward and buried his face into the crook of his neck causing a visible shudder to leave his victim. He didn't like this. It felt so weird and wrong because his mind was starting to form assumptions of Bakugous intentions and he wanted to just shove him away yet to get himself out of harms way, yet he couldn't. He didn't have the strength to get out of his hold.
"Just stop fighting...I'll make this fun. Just go lay on the couch and wait for me like a good boy and take the easy way out, or of course there's the hard way but it's just as exciting for me at least. Which are you gonna choose?" Bakugou murmured in a teasing tone, finally causing Midoriyas body to tremble horribly as the warmth of his breath tickled the skin on his neck. He was going to be sick. Was he trying to get into his pants? Why? What did he do to deserve this?
"N-no! Let me go!" Midoriya screamed at him louder than he ever had before and quickly dropped his body weight in hopes that Bakugou wouldn't have expected that and would cause his grip to slip so he could get away, but like usual this guy seemed to be prepared for everything and was strong. He still had him pinned to the wall now just dangling like a defeated rag doll as a mixture of angered and terrified tears continued to pour down his cheeks. He didn't want to do this.
"You really thought your job would be that easy huh?" Bakugou muttered in his original tone of voice, though this time it was full of disgust as he finally let him drop to the ground. "I don't want to have sex with you, but with a reaction like that it proves your not submissive in the way you need to be at all. I only said those things to show you yourself."
Midoriya didn't respond to him. It was all just a test? He clearly failed miserably, but he couldn't help it. No ones ever made him feel that helpless before, not even when he had to be up against villains or even All Might himself. Bakugou seemed to always know how to break him down in some way and he hated it, though when he finally forced himself to look up to the boy standing over him he saw a cold expression. It seemed he didn't even care that he just made him turn pale in terror, but at the same time he noticed he didn't look pleased at the fact that he hurt him in some way. Usually he would've been happy to see him in this state.
"Calm down. Sobbing like a three year old is helping nothing." He finally growled out seeing his tears weren't going to end any time soon, plus the sound of his breath hitching and the way he was trying to choke back tears was bothersome. "Look, I know how you are Deku, you're like a frightened little kid and you always will be regardless of how old you are...but that's okay alright, at least for now because it just plays into this role better. The problem is you just need to control this part of you better. Let it out at the times we need it but keep it in when it's going to do nothing but hinder our job because you're probably going to be spoken to in ways you don't like more than just once...plus, I hate to tell you I have no idea how someone's actually going to handle your body whenever we're around these people, but I do know that however you feel right now will only feel ten times worse whenever it's a stranger coming onto you and you need to toughen up. People like them like seeing tears and if you react like this to them it'll make them want to screw around with you more. You're just going to have to accept that and be professional about it otherwise you and I both know what will happen. With any luck though no ones going to lay a hand in either of us, but it's unlikely...Mm, but either way I'll enjoy ripping their asses apart if they think they're allowed to even talk to me in some shit toned kind of way..."
Midoriya still didn't speak. He just stared blankly at the ground in front of him as he took all of this in. He'd feel worse? They were going to touch him? What kind of slave exactly did they expect him to be? He wasn't flirtatious or seductive in any type of way. He liked to keep himself completely covered to the public and not flashy at all. He wanted out. He couldn't do this, and Bakugou seemed to notice what he was thinking after he fell silent as well and just looked at him. He couldn't help that he was terrified though. He was just too innocent for things like this despite his power and despite his will to do anything and everything he could to help someone. He was just a wimpy excuse for a new symbol of peace.
"Deku." Bakugou tried once more, though this time he crouched down and slowly reached his hands forward to unexpectedly cup his cheeks and thumb his tears away as he took on a more caring expression and a softer tone than before. "I know how you feel. I know you're scared, but I promise I won't let anyone touch you dumbass. If something happens to you I won't have anyone to piss me off in the same way you do. I can tell you don't trust me and honestly I wouldn't care less if my life wasn't in danger, but it is with you acting this way. Just let me teach you before tomorrow and things will work out. You're a pro hero you damn nerd now grow a pair before I make you."
His stare once again grew intense, though shocked in expression Modoriyas features softened a little until he let out a small laugh. It was hard to believe a guy like Bakugou actually understood or would even dare to admit to his feelings, but he knew that he figured this was the only way he'd get him to understand and it sorta worked. Aging a few years seemed to make him slightly softer so maybe he wasn't so bad of a person anymore. He had to have more faith in him...at least for the times they were going to be together.
"Fine Kacchan...you can train me."