"The time of your encounter"
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He was in the living room in the company of his friends, it was supposed to be a day like any other. Until the emergency transmission appeared by the authorities informing them that there was an attack by a villain named the slime monster, and as soon as they left on camera Deku in the company of no one but the damn bastard of Todoroki.
Bakugou realized the transmission and immediately worried about Deku's well-being, especially when he saw that he flew out to the building and his body went through the window, also breaking the glass into thousands of pieces.
That stupid allowed Deku to get hurt!
Uraraka and Iida approached him with an afflicted expression.
"Let's go for Deku" Uraraka said, breathing heavily.
"Hah?" He spat out.
"We're going to help Midoriya," Iida announced, moving her arms mechanically.
"What do you expect?" He barked, standing up. He was followed by Deku's friends.
"Hey, Bro." Kirishima approached them with the face of wanting to join them.
"What the hell do you want?" He roared in a hurry.
"I'm going with you" He let them know.
"Whatever." He shook his head in denial.
"Maybe Midoriya is in trouble" Continued his friend. "And he needs a hand from us."
"Can you stop talking!" He roared, almost pulling his hair.
"I know you're worried about Midoriya." Kirishima gave him a friendly push. "But don't let your emotions blind your judgment, you have to be calm and rational"
"I'm always calm and rational" He huffed, frowning.
"If you insist" He mocked him.
Arriving at the street that the authorities announced that it was the attack, he was terrified to see Deku sitting on the floor, making notes in his notebook; Todoroki was standing watching him as the idiot he was.
He ran to his side, shouting at him.
Just when he had Deku in front of him, he froze on his nerves and chose to blame Todoroki, for he had two Quirks and not even a Quirk could protect him. How pathetic can it be to protect Deku?
Then it occurred to Deku to show them his new Santa hat, wearing that adorable smile, highlighting his freckles and clean teeth, and knew he was in danger of being exposed to such a situation.
He insulted Deku as usual, because no matter how things happened, he always looked pretty before his eyes.
To make matters worse, the idiot of Todoroki lost sight of them and Deku was worried about his friend, and he had to help him and be supportive, because otherwise he would not realize that he was the one to be at his side.
Surely Todoroki vanished when he saw him, just as he would have done the same if the situation had been reversed.
He hated Todoroki and knew that hate was mutual.
They separated, so that Iida, Uraraka and Kirishima left on one side, and they both left on the other. Deku's gesture of concern went on longer and he couldn't help comforting him in his aggressive way, despite wanting to hold his hand and hug him to calm him down.
He could have taken advantage of the situation, but he didn't , because it would not be fair for him to be abusive of opportunities like these, in addition, if he won it would be fairly and equitably, not unfairly, but the victory wouldn't be satisfactory.
Once they found the half and half bastard, Deku could finally smile genuinely, since he no longer had the stress on his back making him load.
After resolving that matter, he took Deku with him, who didn't bother or resist him because he took him, since he was excited to see the fireworks show and for nothing in the world he wanted to miss it.
For Bakugou it was impressive to think that it was the same person, who destroyed the slime monster, who caught him and from there he drew the attention of All Might to be his successor. Likewise, it was the same person who was his childhood friend, the one who rescued him from being kidnapped by the league of villains, the one who obtained his provisional hero's license on the first attempt.
If Deku was awesome.
However, as soon as he left his thoughts he noticed that Deku was not by his side, and neither was Todoroki. He had been left alone in the mall.
He grunted and cursed himself for his carelessness.
How did he allow Deku to vanish from his sight?
He ran everywhere, where his mind could direct him, he search and search for Deku among the crowd of people who gathered to watch the show.
Where are you?
He cursed himself again because he didn't have Deku's cell phone number on his cell phone, since he thought it was silly to have it, because he didn't see it necessary at the time.
The first thunder of the firework was heard and people burst into joy. Just at that precise moment, he heard 'Kacchan' in the distance, he turned to run towards the origin of the voice and then ran into it.
"Kacchan!" Deku shouted, exhausted and distressed. "Kacchan!" His expression relaxed, and he bent down to catch air. "I finally found you, Kacchan"
"Where the hell did you go?" He demanded to know, raising his voice. He unconsciously sighed relieved to have found him.
"I was distracted by a stand." He apologized, bowing several times apologizing.
"I got it" He complained, growling. "Just once is enough!"
Deku stopped and put himself in normal position.
"Really?" He smiled hopefully.
"What do you think? Idiot!" He growled.
"Oh, that's great." Deku sighed in relief, straining his shoulders, then smiled. "I knew you were kind, Kacchan."
"What nonsense do you say?" He scolded, blushing. But as soon as he said that, Deku was watching with excitement the explosions of the fireworks with astonishment and charm in his eyes. "Deku" He called him calmly, having lowered his nerve and the lack of control that seized him moments ago.
"Hm." He nodded, not taking his eyes off the sky. "What's up, Kacchan?"
He gritted his teeth, his mind blank for not knowing what to say to the nerd, the same nerd who he loved seeing and hearing so much.
"Kacchan?" Deku's huge green eyes looked at him intensely, waiting for what he would say.
"It's nothing" He said resignedly, wanting to look away, but the force with which Deku looked at him was greater than his will.
"Kacchan?" He said again, approaching his side, causing another aggressive blush on his cheeks.
"I said it's nothing" He muttered, feeling his heart stuck in his throat at the edge of coming out of his mouth. "You better focus your attention on those silly explosions" He pointed out with annoyance.
"But it won't be fun if Kacchan isn't at ease." He looked calmly, wanting to help. What he least wanted was to receive help, and worse, help from Deku.
"Don't speak for me" He said, offended, clicking his tongue. Deku took other steps closer to where he was standing. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I-I want to see you happy" He admitted, smiling friendly.
"I don't need you to pity me" He muttered under his breath.
"No, I don't pity you" He denied alarmed. "Please, Kacchan, I…"
"You what?" He spit annoyed.
"I want to see you happy, Kacchan" He confessed, embarrassed.
"Hah?" He huffed, bewildered, petrified as a statue in front of Deku, and surely Deku did not even consider his situation.
"I-I said something I shouldn't" Deku muttered, shrinking. "I'm sorry." He moved his eyes to the floor.
"Deku" He could say.
The aforementioned looked up, blinking in fright.
Bakugou held out his hand, feeling himself roast of the nerves and the immense heat that emerged from within. His body was combusting.
"Does your hand have something?" Deku asked innocently.
"No, stupid!" He scolded him loudly. Deku cringed in panic.
"I'm-I'm." He muttered trying to apologize.
Again, the nerd assumed he made a mistake.
"Deku," he said with content in his voice, getting his attention again. "I'm asking you to hold hands" He reluctantly confessed. His face felt burning, his body cooking on high heat.
"Eh?" Deku blinked without understanding.
"Forget it." He wanted to lower the hand he offered, but his impulses were greater and he took Deku's hand in his, scaring him even more.
Deku gave a shriek.
"K-Kacchan!" He opened his eyes full of verve, expressing the immense disbelief he felt inside.
"What?" He inquired, about to cook right there. "Are you going to tell me that it bothers you?" He muttered, suppressing the fear that threatened to get out in his voice.
"No, I didn't say that" Deku corrected in total panic. "It's that-it's that"
Bakugou raised a hand to his forehead, sighing overwhelmed.
"Deku" He said resigned. "Don't think I do it to make fun of you" He pointed out, causing him to stop his mumbling. "Or that I do it to take advantage of the situation, or to annoy the half and half bastard."
"Todoroki-kun?" Deku made a questioning gesture.
It was obvious that he didn't know the feelings of the half and half bastard.
"Yes, who else can I be talking about?" He faced, squeezing the grip of his hand.
"Hehe," Deku laughed, with red cheeks.
"What are you laughing at now?" He shouted angrily. "You are always laughing at everything, Deku! I'm desperate not to know what's going on in your head" He admitted frustrated. "It bothers me not knowing what you think…"
"Kacchan?" Deku turned to see him, attentive.
"Don't see me." He hid his head away from his gaze. "I don't want you to see me like this"
"But, Kacchan"
"Enjoy the show" He said shaking his head. "Enjoy it, Deku, I'll be with you until we return to the bedrooms."
"Em." He saw him doubt.
"Please enjoy it." He swallowed and with it, a little of his pride. "I know how you like to see things like that, Deku." He rubbed his neck with his other hand, trying to take courage and keep talking.
"Do you remember?" He asked, blinking curiously.
"Yes" He replied under his breath. "Okay? I remember all the things you liked when we were kids" He boasted. "Now, look at the show that is already going to end and if you don't see everything, you'll be sad"
"He ..." He laughed nervously.
"Stop laughing" He yelled, flushed to the gut, but without letting go of Deku's hand, which soon entwined her in his and they stayed that way until the end of the show.
He, instead of watching the show, looked at something better, and that was Deku, his companion, his childhood friend, the boy he liked, and hoping he was his future companion for the rest of the way.
Feeling that they intertwined his fingers, he felt safe at that moment, but he didn't say he would be if he didn't know Deku's feelings. No one but Deku knew them and he wouldn't rebel them; because knowing him, he would keep quiet, out of things, and at the least expected moment he would confess his feelings.
The question that hung around his head endlessly was: Who Deku likes?
Who is the lucky one that makes Deku's heart pound?
Who is he?
Bakugou wanted to know, he wanted to know who was the person who made Deku feel in love.
Anyway, at that precise moment, he had Deku in his hand, but the next day, who knows if he would be the person that Deku wanted to take by the hand and intertwine his fingers on his own and always walk together.
The intrigue grew and with it, the feeling he felt for Deku.
It was exhaustive, but he didn't deny that he liked the challenges and he would win this challenge for the love of Deku.
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P.S.What do you think of the chapter? This is from Bakugou.