Notes: Wow! Thanks for the love, everyone! I didn't expect this to go over well at all, but apparently some people liked it. So, here's the next chapter.

(I'm BSing my way through a lot of what you see here, so just go along with it, okay?)

Secret Touch 2

Midoriya's entire day was spent interrogating Class 1-A about the mysterious touch-ghost that Bakugou had encountered early that morning. He'd been studying his classmates over the past months they'd been together and it didn't seem that very many of their quirks could be the cause of this strange phenomenon. Nonetheless, he meticulously interviewed each one of his classmates, taking notes as he did so, and then took his notebook back to his room to review his findings.

It seemed no one else had an experience like the one Bakugou described. Not only that, but no one's quirks could have been the cause of it. While Bakugou had suspected Hagakure of sneaking into his room to play a joke on him, Midoriya thought more along the lines of Tokoyami. Or rather, Dark Shadow.

The freckled teen didn't believe that Tokoyami himself would play such a prank on someone, but Dark Shadow seemed to have a personality of its own. And it did have a track record for losing control when it was dark. Even though the green-haired boy didn't make any accusations, Tokoyami debunked Midoriya's suspicions. 1) Dark Shadow was always tethered to Tokoyami and Bakugou's room was on a different floor of the building. 2) Dark Shadow, though he can materialize and de-materialize, once formed is in a very much solid state. 3) Dark Shadow, now knowing that Bakugou's quirk was a direct counter to him, would steer clear of the blond.

Then again, why would Tokoyami or Dark Shadow want to prank Bakugou like that? As a matter of fact, why would anyone want to pull a prank like that on anyone else? They all wanted to be heroes, right? If someone wanted to play some kind of joke on Bakugou, it would most likely have been more harmless than what the blond had described.

(Kacchan had said, "You don't know what it's like to have some weird thing that's not even solid groping all over your body!") Midoriya thought. He couldn't help picturing Bakugou writhing under his blankets while this invisible, intangible thing felt him up. The blond had said that the thing had touched him all over, but what sensitive areas could that have included?

Midoriya imagined hands slowly running up and down the older teen's sides, down to his hips. Hands snaking underneath Bakugou's t-shirt, wandering up to fondle a pair of perky nipples. How would the blond react? Were they sensitive? Would he squirm under such attention?

(What am I thinking?!) Midoriya chastised himself. He had to physically shake his head to clear his mind of the mini fantasy. Had that been a fantasy? He didn't have a whole lot of experience as far as that kind of thing was concerned.

Well, that didn't matter. Either way he had to put a stop to it. Midoriya stood, hugged his notebook to his chest and took a deep breath. He'd have to calm down before he went to report his findings to Bakugou.

Midoriya stood outside of Bakugou's dorm room, waiting to be let in. He'd knocked a few times already and he heard shuffling behind the door, so he knew the older teen was in there. Yet for some reason it was taking Bakugou a while to open the door.

(Maybe he was taking a nap,) the freckled boy guessed. He hugged his notebook to his chest and stared blankly at the door until it finally opened.

"What do you want, Nerdface?" Bakugou asked.

The blond was a bit flushed and Midoriya's brows shot up. (Did I interrupt a workout?) Instead of questioning Bakugou's appearance, Midoriya held up his notebook. "I thought I'd tell you what I found."

"This better be good," the older teen grumbled, stepping aside to let Midoriya into his room.

After making his way inside, Midoriya started flipping through the pages in his notebook. "I'm afraid it's not good."

Bakugou groaned and flopped down on the edge of his bed. "Well, don't just stand there. Sit down. There." He pointed to his desk.

The younger teen sat and continued to flip through the notes he'd taken. "To make a long story short, no one else has experienced what you experienced this morning. Not since they've been in the dorms and not before that either." He went to the page on Tokoyami and Dark Shadow and looked at it for a long time. "I thought that maybe someone was trying to use their quirk to prank you or something, but that doesn't seem possible. So, besides some outside quirk's influence, I guess we have to stick with the idea that maybe this really is a supernatural occurrence."

He was surprised to see Bakugou sitting there quietly listening to what he had to say.

"Um...," Midoriya went on, not wanting to suggest what he was about to suggest. This was going to be 'the big blow-up' and he knew it. May as well get it over with. "Maybe we should talk to a teacher about this," he said slowly.

"I DON'T FUCKING THINK SO!"

Yup, that was 'the big blow-up' Midoriya expected.

"Has your little nerd brain been fried by everything that's been going on lately? This isn't something you tell a teacher!"

"But what if it really is some outside quirk at work?"

"I don't care! I'm not telling a teacher that I'm being felt up by some 'random'! Especially since it's not happening to anyone else in this whole fucking dormitory!"

Midoriya frowned. He knew that suggestion wouldn't go over well. "Well, maybe it was just a one-time thing. Maybe—"

"It happened again...," Bakugou said, looking away.

"Wh-what?"

"It happened again just a little while ago," Bakugou murmured.

Midoriya's brain faltered and he just looked at Bakugou wide-eyed.

"Don't look at me like that, Nerdface," the older teen said, even though he hadn't looked back at Midoriya. "Yeah, it happened again, but this time it was different. It only touched me a little and then it left me alone."

If the green-haired teen didn't know any better, he'd think that Bakugou was defending this thing. "It's happened more than once and you don't wanna tell the UA staff? They moved us into these dorms to keep us safe, yet something like this is happening? You're just gonna let it happen? Even in the middle of the day?"

(Why do I feel so irritated?) Midoriya asked himself. (I mean, sure, I went through the trouble of asking everyone about all this and wrote it all down, but I would've done that anyway. So, why?)

"It's fine, Deku. It's not like it hurt me."

"Weren't you upset about all this this morning? Now you're just gonna let it slide?" Midoriya asked. "I mean, what if it does end up hurting you? What then?"

Bakugou finally looked up at the freckled teen. "If I did go to our teachers about this, what would they do? What COULD they do?"

"They could look it up in the quirk registry. They could find whoever's doing this and make them stop. This isn't right, Kacchan," the shorter teen said, his voice breaking up a little. He felt so annoyed that he wanted to cry. All he wanted to do was help his former friend with his problem and now he didn't even seem to want that help anymore.

"I get the feeling you're looking down on me again. I can take care of myself, you know. I didn't ask for your help," the blond said. "All I wanted was to know if it had happened to you or anyone else here." He rolled his eyes. "If it'll make your weepy nerd face feel better, I'll talk to someone about it if it happens again."

Midoriya smiled even though he felt tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. "Okay."

It had been a long day and Midoriya practically passed out as soon as his head hit his pillow. And even though he slept soundly all night, his eyes felt heavy during class. He'd wanted to talk to Bakugou about what they talked about yesterday, but he hadn't had the time. He wondered if Bakugou's intangible guest had come to visit.

Whoever or whatever this thing was, it was pretty lucky to be able to get its hands on Bakugou. The blond was well known for being unapproachable and untouchable. Midoriya knew a lot of girls lusted after Bakugou, but the blond never gave them the time of day. The freckled teen couldn't be sure if Bakugou just didn't find them interesting or if he simply found them all annoying.

Yet the older teen didn't seem to mind this invisible force that was feeling him up without his permission. What could've changed between the first encounter and the second that made the blond give up on turning it in? Maybe he actually liked what that thing was doing to him.

(What was it doing to him?) Midoriya asked himself as he stared at the nape of Bakugou's neck. (Maybe it ran its fingers down Kacchan's spine.) His eyes followed the imaginary path that those fingers would take down Bakugou's back and he spotted the blond shift in his seat. (Or maybe it liked to stroke Kacchan's thighs ever so gently. Up and down, over and over again.)

Though Midoriya's eyelids had been heavy with sleep earlier, they were now heavy with lust. He never thought that imagining Bakugou in situations like that would stir something in his lower belly. He could feel himself eying the blond hungrily, as Bakugou seemed to become restless.

After several glorious minutes, the freckled teen blinked himself out of his fantasy and observed Bakugou's odd behavior. The blond was shifting in his seat and his breathing had become hurried. Was it happening now? Was the touch-ghost attacking Bakugou in the middle of class?

He leaned forward a bit and whispered, "Kacchan?"

And it was barely a sound, but he swore he heard Bakugou stifle a moan. The sound shot into Midoriya's ears and straight down to his groin. He sure hoped no one else heard it. He also hoped that no one noticed his own half hard-on.

Notes: Well, so much for Izuku's ability to put two and two together...

Okay, I said that this would be 2 chapters, but I lied (I wasn't expecting to write this today either). I think it'll be 3 chapters. We'll see. Anyway, I hope you liked it.

Also, it'll probably be a while before I'm able to write again, so please be patient with me -_-