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When the fireworks were over, Bakugou took Deku with him on the way back, obviously, without leaving his friends behind (out of respect for Deku, not because he wanted to).

"Kacchan," Deku told him, eyeing him when they were back.

"What do you want?" He growled.

"Did you like the show?" He asked excitedly.

"Hah?" He snapped getting nervous. Seeing that Deku was still watching him, he had no choice but to say something: "Yes, whatever"

"Good" He said happily.

"Shut up" He roared angrily.

Deku shrugged, ducking his head, intimidated.

"I'm sorry" He muttered under his breath.

Bakugou felt bad for yelling at him, and decided to lower his voice.

"Deku, the show was fine" He replied. "But I prefer you to be happy."

That said, Deku blushed and his eyes widened in surprise.

"K-Kacchan!" He let out a sigh.

"What?" He muttered complainingly. "I just told the truth, or what? You wanted me to lie?"

Deku shook his head, speechless.

"I'm not making fun of you" He admitted, correcting his previous behavior. "I just like being with you, Deku." By now, Bakugou's face was so red it looked like tomato, and his ears burned; in that, he lowered his hand trying to take his, but Deku was muttering. "Oi!" He shouted to get his attention, which was beneficial as he watched him writhing in fright.

"Kacchan ..." he said in a voice.

"I ... well ... I ..." He cursed inside thanks to his damn ineptitude to say what he wanted to convey. Deku's eyes widened, peering at him, making the situation worse, since the intensity that Bakugou felt corrupted him on the inside in such a fine line that it would break at the slightest friction. "I want us to hold hands" He confessed, waving at him.

"Huh?" Deku blinked blushing. "K-Kacchan!" He was able to articulate with difficulty.

Bakugou looked at him sideways, feeling himself collapsing from his nerves when he said something so out of his personality, and how not, if it was him, someone who has his eyes set on the goal of being the world's number one hero, to overcome the very All Might.

"I'm serious, Deku" He boasted blushing, clenching both hands in the form of fists.

"Eh?" Deku shrugged, blinking fast. "I don't understand" He muttered under his breath.

"It's okay" He muttered loudly. "If you don't want to, it's fine." His face expressed a sadness to see himself in that position of being between a rock and a hard place, between going straight with the nerd or letting it pass as if nothing. However, letting things happen as if nothing mattered to him was already beginning to not work, because it no longer gave him the satisfaction of letting things happen when it was the nerd. And he always let all the opportunities in relation to the nerd pass by his pride that completely blinded his judgment.

"But, Kacchan" The nerd meant, petrified by the murderous look he gave him, feeling like he was running from his nerves.

"Shut up!" He barked in a trembling voice, frightening Deku. "Deku, I don't want to bother you, okay? Just." He paused, allowing himself to approach him a few steps. "I want to be with you." His voice came out tiny, trembling, while his body was at high temperature.

Deku looked down, looking thoughtful, however the red of his cheeks did not dissipate, moreover, it increased and could even be said to have escaped a drop of sweat.

"I-I also want to be with you, Kacchan" He confessed with the small voice almost inaudible.

"W-what?" He snapped in shock, feeling himself burning in flames. "Deku, are you serious?"

He saw him nod slowly, flushed from his cheeks and his eyes closed with embarrassment.

"Em, can I hold your hand?" He asked, having armed himself with courage again. "I won't be aggressive, I swear" He admitted, seeing Deku's eyes doubt his intentions.

"Kacchan…" Deku stretched out his trembling hand, leaving it suspended in the air.

Bakugou noticed this and quickly took Deku's hand in his, feeling about to boil from the heat his body was experiencing, being a strange sensation to what he usually used to feel, but he didn't deny that it was pleasant, warm and effusive. He was beginning to worship the heat of Deku's hand.

"Nerd, if you feel uncomfortable, don't hesitate to tell me" He muttered in a calm tone.

"Eh?" He blinked in surprise. "No-no, Kacchan." He smiled nervously. "I'm fine" He said.

"I won't get mad!" He stated rude.

"I didn't say anything, Kacchan," Deku stumbled.

"Ah" He sighed, blushing.

"Actually, no-it doesn't bo-bother me, Kacchan," Deku muttered, in a trembling voice.

"Hah?" He said in a breath.

Deku smashed his gaze against the ground, breathing agitatedly with his face that reflected a warm pink, which symbolized the soft heat that his hand conveyed in Bakugou's.

He, on the other hand, sought to intertwine his fingers with his, of which he allowed it, also intertwining his hands.

Bakugou felt himself burst, explode, in a sway of sensations that were in the same tune, wrapping in a turbulence of emotions that became strong feelings for the nerd.

His beloved nerd.

He never expected that intertwining his hand with Deku's was one of the best things that had happened to his barely sixteen years of age. Either way, his feelings were stacked in relation to the cute nerd.

However, Bakugou occasionally looked at Deku when he didn't notice his intense gaze, and when he looked at him he blushed. Deku was so cute, so but so cute that the words to describe him thoroughly didn't exist, on the contrary, he had plenty of reasons to complement his warmth as a person.

Deku always so cute, so tame, so gentle, and warm with him, a person who didn't deserve Deku's kindness; He didn't even deserve Deku's compassion to be the one who rescued him from the villain league.

"Kacchan," Deku said, rocking his head from side to side.

"What do you want?" He muttered complainingly.

"Do I speak to others to see them at the bus stop?" He asked doubtfully.

What? No, he didn't want to be in the company of his friends, he wanted to keep walking with Deku, holding hands.

He unconsciously shook Deku's hand, startling him in fright at such a gesture.

"K-Kacchan!" He exclaimed, putting a hand to his chest.

"No" He said tiredly.

"Eh?" Deku wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion. "No, what? Kacchan"

"I don't want your stupid friends to come" He grumbled, grimacing with his lips.

"W-why not?" Deku asked, eyeing him curiously.

"What is not obvious?" He inquired offended.

"What thing?" Deku looked at him in extreme confusion.

"Well, I want to spend more time with you, idiot!" He admitted annoyed.

"No, Kacchan I didn't know," Deku said sadly.

"What stupidity you don't know?"

"That you wanted to be with me," Deku remembered, sketching a shy smile.

"You finally understand" He growled wrathfully. "Deku, you are usually too innocent to understand things" He complained, embarrassed.

"Hehe." He laughed mischievously.

"Again you laugh" He said angrily, scaring Deku, who stood up, dodging his gaze, blushing little.

"I'm sorry, Kacchan."

"Please" He breathed in resignation. "Don't apologize"

"But"

He put his hand up, silencing him immediately.

"You didn't do anything wrong, Deku" He clarified, getting out of his own pride for the good of the nerd. "You never do…" His face began to cook, letting his words hang by a thread. Floating through the atmosphere.

"Thanks, Kacchan," Deku said suddenly. Bakugou bothered with that.

"Why do you thank me?" He wrinkled the gesture. "I didn't say something to thank you, you stupid Deku!"

"Kacchan" Deku muttered his nickname with tenderness, smiling at him with great warmth, such that he left him unable to continue functioning.

"What do you want, Deku?"

"I'm happy to be with Kacchan," Deku laughed in bliss.

"Hah?" He dropped the jaw of surprise. "Deku"

"While we're together" He interrupted, showing him one of his warmest smiles since he met him. "The place doesn't matter"

That phrase was said by Deku when they went out to the theater that time, but he paid no attention, since his nerves were greater than his attention span.

However, that phrase sat on his head and somehow he remembered it, but he didn't know where it came from or how it came from, and now he knew who originated that phrase so significant to him.

While we're together, the place doesn't matter, huh? He said smiling sideways, his heart beating effusively in joy. Pure joy. I like how it sounds.

"Deku" He dared to call him. He nodded. "While we're together, the place doesn't matter" He said.

"Kacchan," Deku smiled moved, squeezing his hand entwined with his.

And so they both went together to the dorms, Bakugou holding Deku's hand entwined, in which the nerd nodded in sleep, giving up shortly after sitting on the bus to sleep. His head falling to Bakugou's shoulder, who received him with open arms, and who was he to say no?

In that, he tightened his grip on Deku's hand, clinging to the heat of his hand, hoping he would be the person Deku was in love with.

He sighed overwhelmed.

If he only knew…