"Every time I see you"

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The morning before December twenty-four, Bakugou took off the blankets to get ready for the meeting they would have between their group before the others split their paths with their families.

He forced himself to get along well, since Deku would surely be pretty in his Santa costume, and somehow impressing him or catching his attention was one of his intentions.

He was embarrassed to remember the fact that he asked for forgiveness, drastically reducing his pride, because of the regret he was overwhelmed by his mistreatment in relation to the boy he liked.

He visited, and before he left, he looked in the mirror again and when he saw that he looked shiny, he left satisfied with his appearance.

He hoped his day would be rewarding, compared to the other days Todoroki meddled in Deku's life; he hated the presence of the half and half, but he did not hate him in the extreme, simply his feeling towards him was one of indifference.

He came into conflict every time he saw Todoroki near Deku, and that conflict gradually increased, as did the unpleasant sensations that swept inside him when both men conversed animatedly anywhere he caught them.

He went out to breakfast, together with his group of friends, since he would not see them in the next few days and found nothing wrong with them, because he did not deny that he liked his friends, but he would never admit it.

His breakfast was good, because he listened to the stories of his friends who were excited to leave with their families, but were also excited to see Deku disguised as Santa, since they were made to look adorable with the outfit adorning his Beautiful face and extolling her curly hair.

Bakugou thought the same: Deku would look pretty cute with the costume, although in his eyes the nerd always looked cute no matter what he wore.

After breakfast, he went to his room to study, because he was be the number one student, even though he would be on vacation, he was not allowed to neglect his position.

After studying two hours without stopping, he heard hasty steps in the corridors of his apartment, clicked his tongue in indifference, since the sound of the footsteps frustrated him to the skull.

A damn annoyance the noises of others.

He closed the book and notebook, and put away his study supplies, grimacing in disgust, in what was organized and cleaned the desk of his work area.

He sighed overwhelmed, arching his shoulders and taking them forward, hunching his back in laziness and grave disdain for the noise of others.

Each rumble of the steps caused a stab in his eardrums, a stab that haunted his listening and increased his bad mood in a serious attitude.

Without specifying it better, he opened the door as soon as someone knocked. Kirishima was waiting for him on the other side of the door with his characteristic frown and his carefree face.

"What do you want?" He inquired, twisting his facial gesture.

"It's time." He let him know.

"Of what?"

Kirishima approached in complicity, putting a hand in secret.

"Midoriya will appear in disguise" He whispered gesturally. "We already have the Christmas tree, the food and the music ready for the meeting." When he saw that Bakugou said nothing to him, he added: "Do you not want to see Midoriya in his disguise?"

Bakugou swatted him on the head, growling at him with a piranha gesture.

"Shut up" He hissed.

"Bro, don't be ashamed" He pointed out, without any pain from his blow. "I know you want to see Midoriya in disguise."

"I didn't say anything" He snorted, with a slight blush sitting on his cheeks.

Kirishima didn't seem to care about his attitude, so he laughed mockingly.

"As you say, rough boy" He said in reference to his words. "Your always so honest with your feelings."

"What did you say?" He roared, raising a hand creating a flurry of small explosions.

"Nothing." Kirishima shook his hands in denial. "Will you come or not, then?"

"Of course I'll come." He stomped, twisting his lip.

"That'That's what were talking about" He raised a fist. "Go for your man, bro"

"Hah?"

"Claim what is yours" Continued his friend, motivating him in his own way. "Midoriya is yours, Bakugou"

"Tsk" Of course he's mine, he snorted in his mind.

"Don't worry." He slapped his shoulder. "Midoriya has no reason to reject you"

"I got it" He said. "You don't have to tell me more things"

"Midoriya is so cute" His friend sighed in mock love. "With his freckles, his huge green eyes, his delicate voice"

"Stop that," Bakugou scolded him over his shoulder, because he was already walking down the hallway of the bedrooms heading to the living room, followed by his lazy friend.

"And his dreamy smile." He sighed again.

"Stop talking about Deku like that." He complained scornfully. "It bothers me a lot."

"Don't tell me you're jealous?"

"Who said I'm jealous?" He snorted.

"Oh." He looked scared, but burst into laughter seeing his red ears. "I'm afraid of your sincerity"

"Can you stop bothering me?" He grunted with ruffled skin.

"I don't think it's possible." He snorted carelessly.

"I will kill you if you continue like this." He threatened in contemptuous attitude. "You already tired me"

"Oh, don't say that." He shook his head. "I don't think Midoriya will hate you if you're more affectionate to him, on the contrary, he'll love you if you treat him well." He clasped his hands together.

"What the hell are you saying?"

"Midoriya would greatly appreciate it if you treated him well" Suggested his friend.

I know that, he told himself as a reminder, I already let him know that I would treat him well.

"Yes, yes" He hissed. "It's okay." He clicked his tongue.

"It's very clear that you care" Said his friend bothering him.

"Agh" He complained, taking a hand to the bridge of his nose, ducking his head slightly. "If I admit that I care, will you leave me alone?"

"Yes" Kirishima laughed.

"I care, then" He admitted with his face expressing shame.

"You say it to say something"

"No" He snapped. "I care because it's about Deku" He said quietly, because they were still in the halls. "Okay?"

"Finally you say something sincere." He waved his arms in the air. "It was already happening to me that you would never admit anything from you when it comes to Midoriya, if Todoroki is also behind him."

"Don't mention that bastard to me," Bakugou spat, inhaling sharply. "It's a waste of my time to hear that name"

"But Todoroki loves Midoriya," said his friend.

"And that what?" He said. "What happens with his life is none of my business"

"And if he meddles with Midori"

"I exploded his face to infinity" He interrupted, obscuring his face.

"That's better." He approved. "You are already accepting your feelings freely"

"Well, now." He twisted the gesture. "Leave me with those things, right? I can take care of being with Deku"

"Oh, boys," Uraraka appeared in front of them, followed by Iida. "Hello" She waved.

"Uraraka" Kirishima changed his mocking expression to a little shy and withdrawn. Bakugou smiled sideways. His friend was so obvious that it was sad. "Are they coming to the meeting?"

"Yes" She replied enthusiastically.

"Midoriya is ready," Iida added proudly. "We haven't seen him yet, but he sent us a message saying he'll be in the room in five minutes"

Bakugou's heart rumbled eager to see Deku, to glimpse his figure and his presence encompass all the eyes of others.

"Let's see how Midoriya will look" Kirishima snorted.

"Nice, as always," Uraraka replied in admiration. "If Deku looks cute with everything he wears"

"I don't admit it much," Iida replied, straight. "But, Midoriya is considered the cutest in the group, despite whoever weighs him"

"Indeed" Kirishima exhaled, glancing at Bakugou with mockery, to which he responded with a grim look.

"Stop talking about the nerd" He hissed, wrinkling his nose. "It's annoying that they say things like that he is" cute "when in reality he is not"

"Yes it is" Uraraka protested. "Bakugou, don't speak badly about Deku"

"He does it because he is sad to be honest" Kirishima chanted, elbowing him in apparent complicity. Bakugou in response, gave an abrupt push to his friend with irritation.

"Stop bothering!" He yelled, growling.

"You see?" He pointed out smugly. "That's Bakugou, don't let his attitude affect you."

"Well," Uraraka looked at him resentfully, Iida looked at him doubtfully, but quickly let it pass.

"I recognize that you have made Midoriya happy," Iida admitted.

"You see, Bakugou?" Kirishima put a hand on his shoulder. "Midoriya has you in high esteem and nobody can take your place"

"It's true," Uraraka intervened, without erasing the resentful gesture directed at him. "Deku talks a lot about you after the incident with the slime monster"

Bakugou smiled inside, floating in a pool of smiles bathed in the sweetness of the nerd, although he believed himself a lousy man to get his affections, now the feeling of pride invaded him as when he learned that Todoroki got angry with him, the time he had his date with Deku.

And then a suggestive image arose in his mind: the time he held hands with Deku. The warm sensation of intertwining your fingers and possessing your delicate touch among the aggressive yours.

How fragile could a contact be when you held it unwilling to let it go from your hands? It was strange to realize that he had the privilege of holding Deku's hand.

The conversation concluded when everyone took a seat in the room, surrounded by their companions and the warm atmosphere that invaded their nostrils in the sweet smells of the cakes and the sweets that rested on the table, ready to be devoured.

Christmas songs sounded from Jirou's horn, the tree had been decorated by the girls, among other things.

Everyone was gathered, all that was missing was Deku.

Bakugou rubbed his fingers together, not admitting that he was irrevocably nervous about having the honor of seeing his eyes on Deku.

As soon as he expected it, some awkward steps came from the hall, indicating that they were from Deku, since everyone was waiting for him in their seats, or standing.

In that, Deku appeared with his Santa outfit, completely flushed with shame, closing his eyes tightly, and his entire body shaking, embarrassed to see his companions watching him intensely.

Cheers shouted at him, clapping him for his feat, however, Bakugou was visibly petrified from his place, clenching the jaw of the print, rubbing his fingers harder and his heart was beating at full speed, his stomach was fluttering and his throat was throbbing. Hill.

How cute the nerd looked!

"That's it, Midoriya." Some of them chanted excitedly.

Deku nodded walking with static, one could say nervously, and then, it was not easy to deny it, since it was too noticeable to see him in his robotic movements in the direction of the Christmas tree.

"Will you give us the presents?" Uraraka questioned, shaking hands.

"This one, yes." Deku shook his head, for he was holding a wrapped red bag on his back.

"Yes!" The boys joined the shouts, and the girls kept taking pictures.

"The first is for" And so on, Deku gave him a gift for each of his classmates with a respectful procedure.

Bakugou received some sports socks from who knows who the idiot who organized the gifts would have been and gave them labels for Deku to do the job of delivering them with his adorable costume.

The only thing missing was to relive what he witnessed when he was with the nerd holding hands.

Relive it to never let it go.