Silver Lining
Bakudeku drabble
They were pinned down with hoards of villains in every direction around them. It was looking bleak for the young pro hero's of Class 1-A. Midoriya scanned the battle field that was once an industrial part of the city now reduced to a smoldering skeleton of rubble. He could hear familiar voices, sometimes see classmates in the distance, but there wasn't much he could do about it.
Somehow they'd all become scattered in this mess. Hell, they weren't even supposed to be there in the first place! The League was fighting with the M.L.A, the heroes were fighting with all of them. And it was sometimes difficult to know who the villains even were. Soldiers in the M.L.A. were posing as average citizens caught up in the crossfire only to burst forth with quirks to overwhelm whoever they were fighting against. This was something the students had never really trained for.
It was strange that the one person he'd ended up still fighting next to was his rival slash oldest friend, Bakugou. They stayed back to back to see on all sides, pushing through where they could in an effort to reach more of their compatriots. But things had taken a turn for the worst, and now they were cornered in a derelict building.
Breathing heavily and running low on energy, the two young men took a moment to gather up some strength. They had barely spoken through this ordeal, just moving, constantly on the move, and only speaking to warn of impending dangers.
Midoriya sits back against a pillar. It wasn't in his nature to assume the worst, but even he was having a hard time seeing a silver lining. He looks over to his friend who'd put his head down, resting against his knees and frowns.
If this might be the end, there was something that Midoriya wanted to tell Bakugou. Wanted… but could never find the words or the right time to express them. 'Kaachan' really was his endearing name for the feisty blonde, because Midoriya realized long ago that Bakugou Katsuki is his first love.
"Why are staring at me nerd?" Bakugou asks without raising his head.
Midoriya has no idea how his friend could know that considering he had his head down. "I—I…"
Bakugou looks up. "Well! Spit it out!" But Midoriya continues to fidget as if some great internal turmoil was eating him alive. "Ugh! If you ain't gonna say nothin' then stop fucking staring at me!"
"I like you Kaachan!" Midoriya finally blurts out before quickly hiding his face. "I'm sorry! I just, if this is it, I couldn't stop wishing you'd give me one kiss before we die…"
He hears Bakugou stand up and move. The sounds of his boots against the crumbly cement floors getting closer and closer. Midoriya flinches when he sees the tips of Bakugou's boots. "I know… I-It's dumb," he covers his head expecting his friend to smack him for the crazy utterance. "I'm sorry!"
But the blow doesn't come.
Instead, Bakugou yanks Midoriya to his feet and holds the man by his shoulders. Looking him dead in the eye with a typical seriousness they all knew too well. "You can get the kiss when we survive, now move!" He pushes Midoriya towards the door. "I ain't gonna kiss no weakling, prove you ain't no wuss!"
Midoriya flushes, "o-okay!" He steels his mind and flashes his quirk. "Let's go!"
Bakugou smirks, "now that's what I'm talkin' about!"