Oblivious be Thy Name
Bakudeku *spoiler warning Heroes Rising is mentioned
As he stands in front of UA's front door on the first day of classes, the sight up ahead just blows Katsuki's mind. 'Tch. I swear God hates me…' He still couldn't understand how the fuck did that damn quirkless bastard get in here?! But it was no denying it, as they walked into the hero course, that Midoriya Izuka had somehow passed the entrance exam.
Trailing behind towards the same classroom, a string of curses loops in his head as he walks up the aisle of desks. Of course, the gods would throw him this loop! The nerd flashes him a smile, but Bakugou turns his nose up with a sneer, ignoring him and drops into the chair in front of the guy. Same school, same class, now seat mates! Ugh! He could feel Midoriya's eyes on the back of his head. Three more years of being around this loser, what were the odds.
Everyone around him were just sidekicks to Bakugou. The only true rivals were Icy Hot and maybe Deku based on his own bitter realization. But despite his grumpy attitude, a few of his classmates gravitated towards the hot-headed blonde, immediately trying to befriend him. Maybe he could use them later, well as long as they didn't get in his way that is.
"Hey Bakugou!"
Just as he's about to put his tray of food down, he sees the spiky red head waving at him from one of the cafeteria tables. He looks around and notices Midoriya sitting at the end of the one he was about to sit on and sneers. Damn, he needed to pay attention more! Bakugou quickly grabs his tray and heads over to the sidekicks table to join them.
Kirishima smiles, his shark-grin flashing wide. "So, how'd you like the first day?"
Without looking at the red head, Bakugou grabs his fork. "Aizawa's a dick," was his only reply before digging into his food.
Undeterred, the man continues. "I heard you and Midoriya come from the same middle school."
"So."
"You guys friends? You were about to sit…"
"Fuck no!" he slams his fist onto the table, bending his fork in the process. "Goddamn broccoli head is not my friend!"
Kirishima flinches, "Oh damn, my bad I just assumed…"
"Keep your pea brain out of my affairs. Fuck!" he realizes the fork is bent and tosses it onto the tray. So much for lunch. Just the mere mention of Midoriya as his friend had sent his appetite packing. Bakugou shoves his way off the table, grabs his tray and dumps it in the trash before stomping back to the classroom, leaving a stunned table behind. This year was starting off on such an amazing foot! If it got any better, the blonde was gonna burn it to the ground.
Despite the attitude, Kirishima and a few others still stuck around Bakugou. They'd long stopped asking him questions about the nerd, for fear of setting him off. But it was fine, since they provided him with a source of comic relief. Plus, the red head's hardening quirk made for a great sparring buddy. He'd feared that Midoriya would follow the same trend as their former school days, but it seemed the guy was making friends of his own. The nerdy bunch, he called them with gravity chick and the four-eyed control freak rounding out the trio. Good. The last thing he wanted was a repeat of their formative years.
The weeks and months pass by at school and there was barely any time for him to focus on his rivalry with Midoriya. Of course, when something did happen, their fights were a mini world war. But usually they stuck to their own groups of friends and it was mostly during class training sessions that somehow, he would end up paired with or in a group with the nerd. Bakugou wondered if Aizawa or All Might was doing it on purpose to piss him off.
"What are you doing here Deku?!"
Midoriya looks up and smiles, ignoring the man's tone, "oh, hi Kaachan, didn't see you walk up."
It was the second Sports Event for UA since they'd entered the school. The first-year students were currently in competitions and the older students are in the stands watching to see the new blood in action. There are a lot of promising quirks to be seen, though so far, nothing as spectacular as their class. That could change with training, and they'd yet to see the individual competitions, so maybe one of the Freshman will surprise them.
"Hey guys," Midoriya acknowledges the rest of the Bakusquad as the group had become known as. Kirishima, Ashido, Kaminari, and Sero stood behind their leader, each saying hi back to the green haired man as well to Iida and Uraraka who sat next to him.
"Tch." Bakugou turns and walks away further along the bleachers to find a seat with the rest of the group following behind. With so many people around, he didn't want to be seen anywhere near Midoriya.
When he settles on an area far enough away, everyone grabs a spot next to or behind the blonde. They were excited to see the action, and Ashido was already talking their ear off about a girl she knew from their old middle school who was a UA student now.
"Oh look, see, there she is!" she points to the field.
"Right! Now I remember her!" Kirishima pipes up. "She's changed her hair since then."
"Oi! Could you guys shut it!" Bakugou snaps at them. "If I wanted noise, I'd've stayed by Deku!"
"Speaking of that," the pink haired girl taps her chin, "I was surprised we didn't sit by them."
"What?! Why the fuck would I sit by the nerd brigade?!"
"Cause you usually sit near Midoriya," Kaminari chimes in.
"No, I fucking don't!"
"Yeah, you do bakubro," Kirishima adds into the word affray. "When you're not with us, you're near him."
Bakugou turns away refusing to acknowledge what they were saying. "I think the hair dye got in your eyes or maybe you should borrow four-eye's glasses."
Seros eyebrow raises from the blatant denial. He taps on Ashido's shoulder, "you should show him the pics. Maybe then he'll believe it."
'Pictures?!' The blonde stiffens briefly but pushes away any fears. He has no idea what they were talking about. Sure, there are bound to be some pictures of him near Deku, they're in the same class, are forced to train together, and have had to deal with villains together. But that didn't mean he was always around the nerd! At least not by choice! "Tch. I don't believe you guys."
Ashido opens a file in her phone to reveal well over a hundred photos spanning their UA career. She turns the screen to face Bakugou but keeps the phone at a slight distance and out of the blonde's reach. "See?" she slowly scrolls through the library of photos, letting a grin morph onto her face. "Busted."
The longer he scans, the more the scowl on his face grows. There were pictures in the cafeteria, in the gym, in the dorms common room, and other places on campus. Off campus during training sessions there he was again, sitting next to or within arm's reach of none other than Deku! What the fuck?! How did he not realize he'd been doing that all this time?!
"Remember that first day of school?" Kirishima questions his friend. "If I hadn't waved you over, you were walking straight to Midoriya's table."
"And today," Sero adds, "you did it again, just ended up walking straight to where Midoriya was. It's like you bee-line it to him."
"Like a moth to a flame," Ashido sing songs.
"You do it a lot man," Kaminari laughs, "I can't believe you didn't realize it."
"We were starting to think you had a crush on the guy or something," Ashido giggles louder, "well a weird ass crush considering how much you say you hate the guy."
"WHAT!" he jumps to his feet in a rage. "FUCK NO! I-I…" Bakugou storms away furious that they would even insinuate such a notion! "Fuck all of you!" There was no way in hell or heaven he'd willingly sit next to Deku! It had to be lies!
He needed somewhere to cool off, and with the entire school focused on the games, the blonde walks the grounds in search of a place to sit down and clear his head. Eventually he makes it to the grassy knoll near their dorm building and drops into a cross-legged position under a tree. Bakugou closes his eyes. Fuck those pictures! So, what if they showed him sitting near that nerd? If he analyzed them, he'd bet there were normal explanations for every single one of them.
Like that first day of school, it was the first open seat he had noticed, and he'd been starving. The training camp, well he ended up next to Deku because it was the only spot available to sleep. In the common room, there are only a few areas to sit! As he replayed scene after scene as far as he was concerned, they were all just coincidences! 'And why the hell was Ashido taking pictures of him anyways?!' Most of the photos were so randomly taken, that it was obvious she was snapping the photos just to point them out. In fact, the file on her phone was named 'Oblivious.' Well Fuck her, fuck shitty hair, fuck all of them! He wasn't…
"WHAT THE FUCK DEKU WHO SAID YOU COULD SIT BY ME!"
Midoriya leans back in his chair confused, "But Kacchan, you-you're the one who sat next to me… I was here 10 minutes before you." He didn't understand what the man was upset about. How had it taken the blonde 15 minutes to realize he was sitting next to him.
Even the police officers in the briefing room had stopped talking to see what the shouting was about.
With all eyes trained on them, Katsuki sees their teacher and All Might motioning for him to be quiet. He scoffs and rolls his eyes, then stands up in a huff to finds another seat further away next to his buddy Kirishima.
"You okay?" the red head queries, "looked like you were zoning out on Midoriya's head for a while, I assumed you were just ignoring the briefing."
Bakugou grits his teeth, "Fuck no! Now shut up so they can finish this damn briefing." He wasn't staring at Midoriya!
Or was he? The hot head lets out a loud growl that sends a few birds from the surrounding area to take flight. Panic sets in as his eyes pop open from the memory, hands shaking, and heart thudding loudly in his chest. But his mind had snapped. A flash of green in his periphery causes him to whip his head towards it in fear that the nerd had followed him… but it was just a green hedge. Sweat beads along his forehead. What was going on?! Why was he being so paranoid all of a sudden? 'Oh, hell no!' Had he chosen this spot because of the green colored hedge?!
All this time was his subconscious pulling him towards the nerd and he'd never realized it? But why?! They'd patched up a lot in their relationship, starting when Deku had told him the truth about his quirk. Regardless of his feelings, the guy was someone he's known for most of their lives, so he was bound to feel some small comfort around him... This man who reminded him of their childhood and all the carefree times spent playing near their school or apartment building. Just a hanger-on that would follow them around but was the first to lend him a hand. Or whose sunny disposition could piss him off and yet… make him feel relaxed in unfamiliar surroundings…. Then there was the incident on Nabu.
"No, No, No!" Bakugou covers his face with his hands as the same warm feelings he'd ignored around Midoriya blatantly reveals itself. Fear was not something he would ever admit to feeling but having that damn nerd around to watch his back could calm his nerves like no other, or even better, boost his drive and confidence. "Fuck!" He was so screwed!
"This… isn't… possible…" he mumbles.
"What isn't possible?"
"What the fuck?!" Bakugou quickly looks up, reacting to the sound of Midoriya's voice. But after scanning all around him, there's no one there, just the light whooshing of the breeze funneling through the leaves or the birds warbling. Holy shit now he was hallucinating! Damn his mind for playing tricks on him!
He couldn't deny it any longer. The unseen force, the subconscious pull that drew him towards the nerd who offered a guaranteed safe haven. A man that has always had his back. 'Damn racoon eyes,' he would have been happier to be oblivious because now that the truth was settling in, he was forced to face the emotions Midoriya stirred inside him. The blonde pulls his knees up and rests his arms and head to shut out the world. In the distance, the Sports Festival beckons for him to return, but he didn't want to see anyone right now. At least in this way, he could feign taking a nap.
On the outside, Bakugou showed no emotion, just a man calmly resting beside a tree, but inside his heart was still raging. No matter how long he'd been sitting there, it refused to calm down. His body was warm, much hotter than it should be under the shade of a tree as hues of green dance in his mind.
Okay so fine, he and Midoriya were a great compliment for each other and when they sync up, their efforts were explosive. He couldn't remember it all, but vague memories of their battle with Nine, plus what he'd been told about the incident were a perfect example of it.
'Kacchan, you're the only one I would have trusted with it, you know that, right? We're really great together…'
The one thing he was sure of were the emotions he had felt watching his oldest friend almost die. It had lingered, memoryless until the gaps were filled in by others.
Heat once again rises, coloring his cheeks at the memory. Working with Midoriya certainly had been an adrenaline rush… then again, every time they teamed up brought those same rushes and sparks of energy, like the green lightning that snakes around his friend or the explosions he could unleash. What a powerful force they were… together. Bakugou shudders and wraps his arms tighter around his knees. For a man obsessed with power, who better a partner than one on par with him?
"Kacchan, are you okay?"
Bakugou stiffens, was his mind playing tricks on him again? He raises his head just enough to see the tips of Midoriya's red shoes. "I'm fine," he grumps without looking up for fear the blush on his cheeks were still visible. There were definitely sparks of something he wasn't ready to acknowledge brewing.
Suddenly, he feels a warm weight rested against his back. He raises his head, turning it, and out of his periphery catches the tell-tale green hair. The nerd was sitting with his back against his! "What do you want damn it?! Isn't it obvious I wanted to be alone!"
"I know," Midoriya whispers under his breath. "I'm just gonna sit here quietly."
The blonde rolls his eyes. Normally he'd snap, but for some reason the words refused to come out. "Fuck it, I should'a just went back to my room and…"
"Kacchan, I heard about the conversation… you know, back at the arena, and I've always wondered why you do that."
"Pfft, I don't know why, and I thought you were gonna be quiet?!"
"Sorry…"
"Tch."
After a few uncomfortable moments, Bakugou clears his throat and in a low tone he asks his friend the question that'd been plaguing him. "After we got home from Nabu… what did you mean when you'd said we're good together?"
Midoriya thinks back to that time, not remembering immediately what Bakugou was asking about. Nabu, Nine, the Shimano kids. When they'd returned home, he'd hoped that maybe their friendship would get significantly better, but things stayed relatively the same, just a little less of the yelling. Yes, there was that one conversation about him transferring his quirk to the blonde after the man had cornered him into telling him exactly what had occurred. It was the only thing he could think of to do at the time, and he'd been grateful Bakugou was the one there with him.
"I know you think I'm your rival and all, but just… maybe, I mean look at what we accomplished there when we teamed up? We flowed like water." Midoriya's voice grows quieter, "we balance each other out well and I think we're good together."
"Okay, I get that, so as just what, friends?"
"Well, yeah… I suppose. What else would we be?"
"Tch." Bakugou shifts and places his hands on the ground, ready to push himself up. "Nothing, I guess."
"Wait," Midoriya reaches backward, placing his hand on his friends to stop him.
The blonde stiffens up further as his friend not only covers but squeezes his hand. "What is it Deku?"
"Besides friends…. what more would you want to be? Is that why you always sit by me?"
'What! Maybe…' More than friends? Oh, fucking hell. "It's because…"
~~~Part 2~~~
Bakugou hears Midoriya's breathing slow in anticipation for his response. His jaw clenches and teeth grit together, "it's because… you know I don't really fucking know okay! My head is still all messed up and confused!" He scratches his scalp in frustration. "There's all these thoughts and feelings I'm not used to, and I don't know what the fuck to do about it!"
"I won't judge you Kacchan, if you need to let it out and talk, I'm always here for you."
"FUCK!" The hot head jumps to his feet. "Th-That's my problem with you Deku, why the fuck do you have to be so damn nice all the time! Slap me and tell me to pull my head out of my ass or something sometimes!" The man starts to pace as he rambles out everything on his mind. "Argh! Okay, so, maybe I am drawn to you because you're familiar and its comforting, cause I know I can count on you, but then I start thinking about all that and I get all flustered, which pisses me off!" He flails his arms. "Why the fuck should I care?! But then…" he pauses with his back to his friend, "Nabu was the first time I ever felt scared. Pfft, and those damn pictures!" Bakugou hangs his head, letting go of a long exhale as a release. "Thinking about all of this shit today made me realize you mean way more to me than I wanted to accept."
It was clear how exhausted this man was in dealing with so many new revelations. Midoriya gets to his feet and stands behind his friend. He reaches out and places his palm on the man's back briefly before pulling it away for fear of setting Bakugou off again. "Kacchan I don't want to yell at you, because I don't think I need to. You're really smart and I know you'll figure things out… I-I just wanted to make sure you know you don't have to do that alone." He sighs, "I get it that these feeling are weird…. It was weird for me too when they first happened, and I didn't know what to do about them cause you seemed to hate me so much…"
"I don't hate you…" Bakugou mumbles.
"That's what I would tell myself, that no, Kacchan doesn't hate me, maybe it's something else, even though I never understood what that could be I just assumed you were always under a stress I didn't understand." His voice peters out. "But why did you become afraid on Nabu?"
Bakugou spins around and grabs his friend by the arms, shaking the suddenly wide-eyed man. "Because you almost died you idiot! You were always so quick to rush into things even when you were quirkless! Every time you'd be so stupid and reckless, I would get angrier and angrier… and afraid. Then All Might gave you power and I was mad because I thought you were gonna get yourself killed for sure now." There's a tremble in his tone as if he is holding back tears. "I was just starting to relax when you'd gained a better control over your quirk, then Nabu happened and all those damn fears came back tenfold."
"Kacchan, you do realize I have the same fears every time your anger explodes, and you rush in against a villain?! You're my oldest friend," Midoriya places his hand on Bakugou's chest. "I'd never want to lose you either."
"Well, you ain't gonna anytime soon nerd."
"And if we work together Kacchan, it makes us even stronger."
A light wind funnels past the pair, sending their hair to flutter gently in the breeze. Their eyes grow fixed, ruby meeting emerald and passing along unspoken messages once locked behind closed hearts. Behind them the sounds of rabblerousing from the arena fill the air, mixing with the quiet nature of an empty campus. The warmth of the sun and its radiant light, washes over the two like a scene in a movie. Midoriya's eyes cloud over with a subtle sheen of moisture the longer their stare at one another. His heart screaming, smiling, and grateful to be communicating like this with his friend… finally.
"Don't ruin this by crying now," Bakugou chastises his friend with a light chuckle.
Midoriya blushes, "S-Sorry Kacchan."
The blonde exhales but cracks a small smile. "What am I gonna do with you Deku?" He leans in lower, throwing caution to the wind with his head no longer in control for once. Midoriya's breathing falters as the blonde grows closer…
"Bakugou! Midoriya! Where are you guys?!"
What the hell! Just as Bakugou was about to kiss his crush, they hear their names being called in the distance. He stands up straight and trains his ears towards the sounds.
"The final competitions are gonna start, I thought they wanted to see that?"
It was the Bakusquad.
"Fucking bastards, can't they do anything on their own?!" He grabs Midoriya's hand hastily and pulls hard, forcing them to sprint towards the dorms. Bakugou wasn't in the mood to be bothered. He only slows down when they'd made it safely into the building.
"Why'd we run?" Midoriya questions as they continue towards their rooms.
"Cause we didn't need an audience for this next part."
"Next what?"
As soon as Bakugou rushes the nerd into his dorm room and locks the door, he promptly pushes the shorter man up against it. "This." He crashes his lips onto Midoriya's in a frenzied kiss. He wasn't sure what would happen if he took this plunge. Would he be left with more questions than answers, or would sparks fly and confirm his feelings? It was the latter, as the kiss set off explosions in his heart and brain to rival the sparks flowing from his quirk. Midoriya's lips were everything he could have hoped for, soft and supple like the man personality. He deepens the kiss, pressing his body more firmly against his crush, threading a hand around his throat, then weaving it into the soft green mess of hair. This gains a small groan from the man beneath him that funnels a pang straight to his groin.
Bakugou finally pulls back, giving them both a chance to redeem some air.
"You smell so good Kacchan," the red-faced man mumbles, too embarrassed and nervous to give his crush any eye contact. Bakugou had a sweet scent surrounding him that was juxtaposed to his fiery personality. Midoriya had grown up around this scent, and in this moment, he realizes how soothing it was to him or maybe even arousing.
"I didn't even consider myself into guy's before, and yet it felt so natural kissing you." Bakugou tips Midoriya's chin up and forces him to look up. "Like I'm fighting the urge to kiss you again right now."
"Really?!" The nerd pipes up with a glimmer of excitement.
"But is that really what I want?" He lets go of Midoriya's chin and plops down on his bed with his head hung. "What if this is because I'm so comfortable around you that it's just the easiest route to choose. You know, like not real?"
Midoriya deflates at Bakugou's words. But he shouldn't be upset, he tries to reason with himself. His crush on the hothead is something he's debated within his own mind for years, so he knows his feelings have been chosen and settled. His friend was only now coming to grips with the idea and may need more time to decide for himself what does his heart truly want.
Despite the small break in his heart, he musters a happier smile and sits beside his friend.
"Kacchan…" he places a hand on the man's knee. "I know what my heart desires, but you're right, you need to take whatever amount of time you need to figure out what yours wants. And…" he pauses as a sob rears its ugly head and catches in his throat, "n-no matter what, I'll always be your best friend."
"Oh god, Deku please don't with the water works, you're gonna make me feel bad."
"Sorry." As much as he'd rather go wallow in his dorm room or maybe even relive the small moment they'd shared, Midoriya does his best to shove the pain down. He looks at his watch and sees that the final half of the games should be in full swing. "You know if you go back to the arena now, you'd be able to see the final individual matches."
"What do you mean, you? Don't you wanna watch it too?"
"I just figured you wouldn't want to go back at the same time as me, plus you were the winner, don't you have to be at the awards ceremony?"
"Look Deku, just because I said I haven't made up my damn mind, I've accepted the fact that I want you around regardless of the type of relationship we have. So, stop acting like the world just ended, at least not until I give you a final answer, huh?"
Bakugou's words couldn't be truer. Midoriya didn't like feeling sad, and well, he'd waited this long thinking he had no chance at all, so it couldn't hurt to wait a little longer. Besides, at least now they could start with mending their friendship a little more too. "Yosh!" The green haired man smiles and pumps a fist in the air. "I'm happy to just have my best friend again!"
The blonde chuckles and punches the smaller man in the shoulder. "Come on then dweeb, we better get back before they send out a search party."
Needless to say, the reviews were not mixed when the two men walked back into the arena side by side. Secretly the class had hoped for… more to have transpired. But still, they were happy that the two seemed to be on better terms, smiling and in conversation before going in separate directions, Midoriya heading for Iida and Uraraka, and Bakugou towards the squad.
"Dude, we went looking for you," Kaminari questions his friend. "Where were you?"
"None of your business," Bakugou sneers back. "Deku found me, so I don't know why you couldn't."
"Good 'ole Midoriya," Ashido giggles, "guess he knows you well to find you easily."
"And he knows how to bring you back around," Sero adds in. "You guys looked happy when you came back."
Kirishima grins, "We should ask him for his secret in taming the great lord of explosion."
"Tch!" A light flush, filters onto the blonde's cheeks, so he looks away and clears his throat to change the topic. "Anything good happen while I was gone?"
They bring him up to speed on the action. The semi-finals were about to start, so he'd made it back just in time for the best action. Ashido was excited that her friend had made it this far, but based on what she's heard about the opponent, the girl's chances were slim. "It's still amazing how far she's come!" Through the finals, the first years put on a great showing, though not nearly causing as much destruction as their class had, it was enough to cause a few delays between each fight.
As soon as the last bout was over, Bakugou leaves the group and heads down to the stage to join Midnight and All Might. He wasn't required to do anything accept stand there like the passing of a torch. A pretty boring job, and one he still felt should have belonged to Todoroki. Blah, Blah, Blah, the ceremony droned on for the blonde as each of the 3 places were awarded. To pass the time, his eyes drift over the crowded stands. The last time he was here, his anger left him too unfocused to care, but now that he was paying attention, it was a quite a sight to be standing on this stage.
He sees his friends chatting amongst themselves talking about who knew what, with other's scattered around focused on the announcements. Pro heroes mixed in with average citizens, reporters, and staff from UA packed the arena. That's when he lets his eyes move over to where he knows his crush is sitting. Of course, he's watching me, Bakugou mumbles in his head, as their eyes meet and the man with the green hair and sunny smile brings a new flutter in his chest. He looks away, focusing back on All Might as he presents the first-place winner her medal. 'Not bad,' he cracks a half smile, it was nice to see a female win for once, 'Ashido must be proud of her friend defying the odds.'
Between the sports event and that evening, Bakugou had managed not to think of the nerd once. Of course, that was due in large part to not being around Midoriya. The Bakusquad had hung around with the winners so that Ashido and Kirishima could catch up with their old classmate, while the nerdy bunch were visiting with some of the pro heroes that had attended. So, it wasn't until mealtime, and everyone was back at the dorms, did the two men run into each other again.
Many little glances were shared and stolen from across the common room. He had worried that once they'd parted, the green-haired mouse would show his true feelings at being turned down, but it was great to see the man laughing and smiling, like it truly wasn't bothering him. To be perfectly honest, that left Bakugou a little torn. He was happy that Midoriya wasn't sad, yet did that mean the man could move on so easily? It was a falsehood, he was sure, but still it caused a little tremble in his soul. Ugh, he could use a hot shower.
As he scrubbed along his body, all these thoughts swirled though Bakugou's mind like the water running down the drain. He sighs and closes his eyes, letting the water flow over his head. Was it strange that all these emotions seemed so sudden and yet as if they'd been lying dormant for many years and finally let free of their cage? 'His lips had felt so soft and perfect…' Not that he had any other experiences to compare it to, but something in his heart told him, no one else would feel the same way.
Bakugou's hands slowly began to roam on autopilot, while his mind ponders more thoughts of the mouse… that kiss… his hands… caressing and holding him… Slightly roughened from all the damage they've taken, sending ripples of shivers along his skin from the friction. The blondes own hand snakes its way down to find his cock already at half-mast. He imagines that his hand is Midoriya's, stroking the length with a firm confidence. His eyes roll back…. It felt so good… Long, smooth, strokes at a measured tempo quickly awaken the virginal snake. Heaven help him, it felt so good…. Bakugou's hand pumps pick up in speed. Picturing his crushes soft lips taking in his cock…. Have mercy. Looking up as he swirls his tongue over the tip…. Licking along the shaft and paying homage to the delicate fruits below… The blonde bites down on his lip to stifle a groan while his free hand is fisted and braced against the tiled wall during the release. What if fantasy became real? His knees buckle slightly at the thought as he watches the evidence flow down the drain.
That night in his bed, Bakugou stares at his hands. Fighting the urge to deny his feeling only served to amplify the effects. He couldn't stay oblivious anymore. The emotions were real. The fantasy in the shower could have been real. But most importantly they could be real. All he needed to do was accept it since Midoriya already had. And something told him their classmates wouldn't bat an eye. He closes his eyes to the world and lets his conscious run free.
"Have you seen the nerd?" the blonde questions his friends the next day after class. "He just left as soon as Aizawa was done talking."
"Oh," Kirishima scratches his head, "I think he and Todoroki had plans to train before dinner so, maybe try the gym?"
'Icy Hot?!' "Thanks," Bakugou grumbles and storms away. 'Why the hell is he training with that half and half bastard, if he needed to train, he could'a asked me!' That didn't sit well with the hot head, no way, no how… wait… 'am I being jealous?! Fuck it, so what if I am!' His stomps grow in stride towards the gymnasium. He'd had a plan to talk to Midoriya after school, a calm, rational… maybe not rational, but a normal conversation to tell the nerd okay, let's give this whole relationship thing a shot. The sappy part of dating didn't really appeal to the blonde, but if it brought the stupid smile that he loved to Deku's face so be it; he couldn't stand seeing the mouse sad.
As he walks in, Bakugou sees the two men trading jabs and volleys, both with and without their quirks. The blonde feels a renewed twitch in his pants at the sight of his crush all hot and sweaty with eyes flashing green from the intensity of the dual. Shirtless, the sinewy laced muscle and rock-hard abs flexing with each precision movement. So much power in that body, the hot head licks his lips, because power truly turned him on. Finally, he watches as Midoriya lands a hard blow that sends the other man skidding backwards. With a lull in the sparring, now was his chance to move. Using his hand blasts, he rockets straight for the green-haired man before Todoroki can get up.
He grabs Deku around the waist and plants a rough kiss on his lips, tasting the saltiness of the man's sparring efforts. "Not that I care about this interruption," the blonde grabs his crushes hand, "but we got things to do."
Still reeling from the sudden kiss and intrusion, Midoriya stares wide-eyed and red-faced at the hot head who's staring down Todoroki as if he was some kind of evil villain, daring the man to try and stop him. "K-Kacchan?" But the other man just shrugs.
"Tch, let's go Deku." Bakugou tugs the surprised man away. Oh, he still planned to do some talking, but with his blood pumped and adrenaline running on high, actions might just speak louder than words in the privacy of his dorm room…
