"In your company"
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Every detail that one found when he fell in love makes us betrayers because of the susceptibility with which we have to feel in living flesh. In a way an enigma exposed by deciphering, and that in doing so, things make sense.
The world revolves around him, around a route that now consisted of two and not one.
The course of events well to good, he could not describe them as a simple story, or even write them by hand in detail. No, he would reproduce it in his mind every time he wanted to relive the sensation he experienced when his feelings were confessed, about the sensation that took hold of his judgment when he kissed him, of his own weakness when he was vulnerable to his eyes.
And no, it was not an oversight on his part, but it was a moment of action, of opening himself to dialogue because he had not done so, the situation would not have occurred in the way it occurred.
Now, he was eating with his family and together with Deku's friends. The world spun non-stop, spun and swirled.
The food prepared by his mother was excellent, as was the food prepared by Deku's mother, who had a good the seasoning of the food.
He looked sideways at Deku, who ate with pleasure while talking with his friends, and also with his mother with all the calm in the world. Nothing seemed to disturb him.
He found it strange, since in comparison to him, he will have in the future the heavy burden of being the number one hero of which it was not a simple thing. Being the successor of bearing that title meant a wide responsibility on his part, besides being open to the possibility of errors were not sufficient reasons to give up your destined future.
It gave him uncertainty of just imagining it.
But, for the moment he enjoyed eating in his company, because if he went ahead of the facts or machined for things that still did not happen, he would not be able to solve anything.
Seeing Deku so happy made him feel alive, so he should not worry unnecessarily, just as he did when he arrived home.
"Izuku." His mother spoke to him.
He raised his head, finishing eating.
"Will you stay for the night?" His mother asked abruptly, immuting Deku who blushed instantly, stopping his action in the air.
"Mother" Bakugou hissed, also red.
"What, Katsuki?" His mother became innocent. "There is nothing wrong with asking little Izuku questions."
"That kind of question no!" He scolded altered.
"Mitsuki," Inko spoke in a disturbed tone. "Izuku will come with me"
"We don't mind letting Izuku spend the night" His mother presumed with a hand on her chest.
Deku coughed nervously, hesitating with his fingers.
What an awkward situation.
"I appreciate the offer" Deku replied, glancing at him nervously. However, to his misfortune, the nerd couldn't continue speaking, which he assumed as the drop that spilled the glass in the brain of poor Deku. Surely his brain will be exploding in a boiler.
"He won't sleep with us" He added in an annoyed tone. "If he stays it is because Deku wants to"
Uraraka and Iida looked at him suspiciously, but said nothing about it, they only looked at each other in a way that simulated they wanted to laugh, but they didn't do it on their face; maybe because they knew he would get mad if they did it in their own home.
"What if Izuku wants to?" His mother insisted in malicious laughter.
Bakugou clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes in anger.
Why was his mother embarrassing him in front of his guests, especially in front of his boyfriend?
"He hasn't said anything." He twisted his lower lip.
"What if he says it?"
"Enough!" He swatted the table, exalting Deku, who blinked in horror; a mixture of guilt invaded him and he wanted to make up for his action. He shouldn't scare him. "Old hag, don't interfere with what doesn't apply to you" He threatened with the fork pointing at her. His mother watched him undeterred at his apparent threat, and mocked him. "What?" He shouted.
"Are you really threatening me?" His mother laughed.
Angry to the bone of that, he stood up, frightening the others that were eating, and turned his attention to Deku who looked horrified.
"Deku!" He spoke harshly; He tensed. "You come with me." He circled the table and took him with him, leaving the rest in their seats.
"Hey where do you think you're going?" His mother inquired.
"Why do you care where I'm going?" He alluded, with Deku's arm in his hand. "We'll go out for a moment, you better not bother us." He threatened to stop his mother, in case she wanted to annoy him for longer than she should.
He took Deku to the patio at the entrance of his house, pulling him by the arm; Some part of his head told him that having a meeting with the Midoriya's would be a bad idea, not because of the guests, but because of his mother's imprudences. Those imprudences that he threw in his face when she wanted to.
"Eh… Kacchan?" Deku pulled him out of his thoughts as he pulled his arm; in that he realized that he was hurting him with the force of his grip and immediately released him.
"That damn old hag!" He grunted, wielding his hands.
"Are you ok"
"Of course I'm not fine!" He interrupted in a harsh voice, exalting him.
"Em." Deku fiddled with his hands, moving his eyes to the sides, looking for a way to help him. "Kacchan, would you like to take a walk?" He suggested shyly.
"Hah?" He turned to see him better, noting that he saw the ground and seemed to not want to give him any more problems. He regretted having pulled his arm so hard and also yelling with him by his side.
"Or I imagine you want to be alone." He stepped back.
"No!" He took him by the wrist, stopping his action. "The walk is fine" Deku blinked a few seconds, watching him with admiration and an undisputed glow seated in his eyes.
"Really?" He asked with that idiotic smile that gave him the chills.
"Stop making that face!" He grumbled, starting to get out through the entrance of his house. "I'll leave you if you don't come"
"Oh" He exhaled. "Kacchan, wait!" He followed with a small distance between them.
"Hey" He said after a few minutes of starting to walk on the sidewalk. He saw that he looked at him attentively. He extended his right hand to his chest, to which he observed without fully understanding. "Let's hold hands, stupid" He said demandingly.
"Ah! Yes" Deku startled and extended his left hand, thus, holding hands.
"You had to be a Deku" He complained.
His companion looked at him and laughed at his comment with the best calm in the world.
"And then you laugh as you feel like it" He continued, gently squeezing his hand.
"Kacchan" He laughed regardless of his comments.
How he liked the nerd.
"It's cold, Kacchan" He said, having calmed his laughter.
"What does the cold matter to me?" He growled, straightening.
"Aren't you cold, Kacchan?" He ducked his head to see him better, but he turned his face away because he had blushed at the intensity with which his eyes saw him.
"This ridiculous weather is nothing to me" he presumed. "Don't tell me you're cold."
Deku laughed, returning to his normal posture.
"Yes" He replied shyly.
"You don't resist anything" He joked, lacing his fingers with his. "What kind of hero do you expect to be if you can't stand the cold?"
"A hero of tropical weather?" He supposed innocent.
"No, you fool!" He hit his neck, causing him to wince.
"Kacchan!"
"A hero of tropical weather!" He snorted mockingly. "Don't even dream about it, Deku, you'll stay here"
"Tropical climate…" Deku exhaled thoughtfully. "It doesn't sound so bad."
"I told you to stay here" He ordered.
"But the tropical climate is warm" He informed, with his innocent face. "It rains during the summer and there is mild heat in the winter"
"Don't your ears work?" He twisted his lower lip, losing patience. Didn't the nerd understand that he wanted him close? How difficult was it to understand?
Deku shrugged, surprised at his sudden anger.
"Heroes must resist any kind of weather" He said, raising a fist. "Don't worry, Kacchan, I'll stay where you are"
"I'm not worried" He broke in, squeezing the grip of his hand, meaning that what he said didn't fit his gesture. However, it seemed that Deku did understand that, because he immediately sketched a smile followed by small giggles.
"Where are you, I'll be there" He said seriously.
He froze inside, having heard those words that sounded easy from his mouth, held a heavy weight on his chest to carry, or rather, to give the same meaning equally to his words. If Deku said it with all seriousness, it meant that it was true.
A truth that he liked to hear after all.
"I say the same, useless" He snapped in a moderate tone.
"Eh? What thing?" Deku said lost on the subject.
He was bothered by his lack of attention, and pulled him toward him, holding him in his arms; a squeak was emitted by Deku, startled by his action. He looked at him with confusion and a little fear.
"Where are you, I'll be there" He murmured near his ear, feeling blush to his gut. He pulled the nerd's body away from a lift, and took him by the hand again, with his heart pounding his throat. "Now it was clear to you, stupid Deku?"
He looked at him sideways and his cheeks were on, and he muttered quickly, as if what had happened had not been believed, or it was hard for him to understand.
Well, that's how he was.
He already knew him; He knew that Deku was slow to understand things like that, and more if he told them at once.
He had to be patient with him from now on.
"You were very talkative a while ago" He said, after a silence. Deku gave him a scary look, suddenly confusing him. "Won't you say anything now? Or you didn't believe me?"
"Eh?" He gave a squeak. "No, Kacchan"
"No, what?" He hissed mockingly.
"Y-yes, I believed you Kacchan." He stammered blushing. "You surprised me"
"Oh, and you think you didn't surprise me?" He presumptuously retorted.
"Eh?" He saw it questioning. "I don't understand Kacchan."
"Stupid!" He gave him a hook on his forehead, making him blink in surprise.
"What-what's up Kacchan?" He brought a hand to his forehead.
"I'm saying I was surprised when you told me that" He replied grumpily. "It's a damn annoyance that you don't understand what I'm saying."
"Sorry Kacchan" He smiled innocently.
"With some apologies, it's not enough" He said.
In that, Deku was thoughtful, taking a finger under his chin, clapping lightly, frowning a little.
Bakugou saw him sideways, somewhat stunned because he lost his temper at least, more than he should for allowing himself to be such a screamer for everything.
Suddenly he felt a pull in the direction of the other side, and lips landed on his right cheek. The contact was warm and soft.
He lit on the inside to the point of feeling like he was boiling in intense heat, his heart leaped and his chest contracted.
He separated from him, grinning from ear to ear.
"W-was that enough?" Deku asked shyly, his voice low.
He, for his part, was petrified how statue. His brain was machining in connections that did not reach anywhere, in connections that were lost in full operation, eventually exploding in a whirlpool of turbulent sensations intermingling with the softness of his lips, of his warm and tender texture, of each particle of that physical contact burned his brain.
"K-Kacchan?" He issued even more shy.
Was it enough?
It was enough that Deku confessed his love the day before. That was enough for him to endure, and therefore to feel.
"D-did I did something wrong, Kacchan?" Deku questioned worriedly, he touched his arm with his other hand with the tips of his fingers.
"It was passable" He verbalized stiffly.
Deku stopped touching his arm.
"Yes?" He said excitedly.
"Don't put that face on" He hissed, regaining his sanity a little, for his interior was clouded with reactions to speak or even that his own words were consistent.
"I thought I did something that bothered you." He breathed a sigh of relief, lowering his head.
"Not at all!" He snorted.
That had been more than enough, more than he could bear…
However, he might never tell him that it was more than enough, that the power he had over him went beyond what was attainable and that every second they spent together gave him much happiness.
He would never have the courage to tell him, and perhaps not even tell himself looking in the mirror.
"I'm glad to know that you look more relaxed, Kacchan," Deku commented, smiling at him.
"How not to be?" He presumed.
To this, Deku laughed happily.
"That's good, Kacchan."
"Hey, I think it's time to come back, right?" He suggested, stopping the passage. "I don't want the old hag to bother me for leaving."
"As you wish, Kacchan"
"No, whatever I want, fool!" He scolded, shaking his head. "What the hell do you want to do?"
Deku frowned, looking confused.
"What do you mean by that, Kacchan?"
"What do you want to do?"
Something seemed to click, because he blinked his lips curled in a grimace.
"You mean go out?" Deku supposed.
"What other stupidity can I be referring to?" He shook him frustrated that he was so slow to understand things.
"But, you said come back"
"No, you idiot!" He scolded him shouting. "You also have a voice, don't you? Tell me what you want to do and we do it, damn it!"
"Returning would be fine." He ducked his head, smiling shyly.
"Hm." He snorted with his eyebrows pointed. "It was so easy to talk, damn nerd"
And so, the two went back home, while Deku smiled or made a related comment that it would soon snow, Bakugou just limited himself to click his tongue and nod with every thing he said, since he didn't know well to well how to respond appropriately.
He realized that the task of being a good boyfriend was difficult, especially with someone of his character and explosive temperament, that with anything exploded in anger and the desire to want to fly everything to pieces were sometimes greater than his sanity.
After all, he had barely had a day as being Deku's boyfriend, that is, he lacked a lot to be a good boyfriend for the nerd; Besides, there were not even instructions to know how to do it correctly, or anything like that.
In short, he should be guided to the score until he hit the target.
But, he would do his best to remain in his company; the only company worth it to him.
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P.S. I hope and you liked the chapter.
