"Getting in tune"
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The difference between living or dying was as relative as time, as ambiguous as a man's personality, and yet that fine line that marked the difference between life or death, between blood and fire, between kisses and the caresses, between laughter and tears formed in a superfluous cycle, which overlaps in the abyss of running on a par with time before being whipped by its strong blizzard that is always so cold to welcome it and is usually Quick to dive into his cloak.
Also, Bakugou didn't have time to think about it, or to clarify it when he experienced it in his lap, feeling the death lying on his arms, decaying in an atmosphere of red cherry trees on a spring day, decanting into drizzles scattered across the barren soil of the soil arid.
The ways of his friends moving were like amorphous, dark and graceless silhouettes. The sobs of Deku's friends paled, warped and weathered in the supposed possibilities of what might have been. Always staying in what might have been, and without taking one more step or one less step.
All staying in the assumptions, in the possibilities, in the typical "might have been".
The difference between life and death, huh? That question circulated the busy mind of the explosive boy, while holding Deku's hand on the hospital gurney. He watched the sleeping body of his ex boyfriend, asleep under the effects of anesthesia.
It was amazing how he was still alive in front of his eyes.
There was no room in his head for the great bliss that seized him from head to toe when he saw his chest expand after everyone had lost hope of seeing him alive again.
Fortunately, his hand emanated heat, a gentle and gentle warmth, resembling the sensation of summer.
He remained silent, cultivating internally his feelings that continued to grow and flourish in his system, without being a condition that leads to an uncomfortable onset of slopes in a person, but a way of telling a vestige that cut with the bad vibes of the life of the past.
Bakugou didn't seek to live in yesterday, but in the present, which with so much euphemism was collected in experiencing when Deku's life was about to die out.
Just seeing him breathe from the oxygen mask gave him calm, the only calm Deku could give him.
His closed eyes solemnly simulated the proximity with which one recounts his first time seeing an earthly paradise.
Bakugou didn't see the need to put on the mask of disdain with a frown embedded in his gesture, on the contrary, he took it off in honor of Deku, in the name of his presence.
At that moment, he intertwined his fingers slowly between the fragile and soft fingers of his hand, which cooled when night came, but at dawn they warmed in dim light of hope.
He pursed his lips a little, knowing that just two days had passed since Deku slept in endless drowsiness, one that seemed annoyingly eternal, since he longed to see him open his eyes, he longed to hear his voice, he longed to hug him, fill him with kisses, do couple things, train together, be the best heroes of Japan. Be endless in the world of your own fantasy.
A second was equal to an eternity, leading to other eternities that made their way to others, and so on growing in an annoying waiting cycle, in a constant reproach against the cursed time and its absurd slowness towards things.
Horrifying eternities that intermingled with the visits of his friends to see the nerd whenever they could, that is, during morning, afternoon and night. And the worst part was that his time alone was short, that is, minimal. A minimal mental wreck, encapsulated in fragments of time.
Bakugou wished he could lock them all in a cage so they wouldn't visit Deku when he didn't want anyone to see him, except for Recovery Girl, who was the person who cured his beloved nerd and checked him every so often to see his condition.
The last form they gave him was that the cut they made to Deku in the crotch had healed, and the cut that arose on his forehead was better healed than the other.
What he ruled out was that they would not leave future sequels in the young hero, which for Bakugou was relieving.
That Deku had repercussions related to the previous fight would be a constant reminder of his sacrifice, and that could wreak havoc on his self-esteem, since Deku was a boy who thought about things more and machined obsessively about the events or possible causes of the problem, and if he saw every morning and night that scar on his crotch would damage his self-esteem.
Bakugou couldn't stand the idea of knowing that Deku suffered in silence. He just couldn't stand it, just like he couldn't stand to see him hurt.
He loathed these scenarios in front of him with terrible disdain.
"Looks like it won't be necessary to do any more studies on him" Recovery Girl said on the last check of the day. Bakugou nodded, still holding Deku's hand in his, frowning. "I don't know when he will wake up, Bakugou." At that moment he assumed that Recovery Girl had read his mind, perhaps because of that expression on his face. "His body needs a lot of energy to recover."
"I know." He gritted his teeth dismissively. He was annoyed to hear those words of supposed support from people, when it seemed to him that they did it out of interest.
Recovery Girl stopped, drawing a kind smile, nodded and left the room where they had him lying.
That nerd gave himself his privileges to sleep as if he were in a plant state.
Bakuguou let out a growl, followed by an overwhelmed exhalation, which in the long run involuntarily prompted to ruminate. Ruminate because, or ruminate because he had no choice to endure the passing of the minutes that reflected the fatigue that he himself went through staying awake for many hours, waiting for the moment when the nerd decided to open his eyes once and for all.
He clenched his intertwined hand, anchoring his jaw tightly.
"Tsk." He brought his forearm to the gurney, resting his arm a little, not letting go of his hand in his outburst.
The night was late, cold and yet it was a comfortable warmth in the room where they had it.
Suddenly, he felt a nervous contraction brush the fingers of his intertwined hand, making him aware of what happened. He opened his eyes coming out of his orbs, seeing that Deku's eyelids opened battlingly, and his mouth opened little.
"Deku?" He spoke anxiously.
He returned the gesture, squeezing his hand weakly, and then blinking, turning everywhere with confusion.
"K-Kacchan…" He named him difficult, coughing after saying his usual nickname.
"Don't talk" He said, trying to keep calm.
He noticed that he wanted to lift his head from the pillow, so he helped him move a little, without being aggressive with his support. Nerd skin felt soft, gentle on contact with its own skin.
"Is-is this heaven?" He asked excitedly, his eyes heavy and his voice hoarse.
"What stupidity did you say?" He snapped incredulously. What the hell was the nerd talking about? Heaven?
"Everything looks white" He sighed vaguely. "K-Kacchan, are you receiving me in heaven?"
"Of course not, idiot." He scolded him under his breath, approaching him so as not to be noisy with him. "You're at school, on a hospital bed because you wanted to become the hero"
Deku's eyes widened, and the air went away.
Bakugou panicked, and hurriedly helped Deku.
"I-I didn't die?" He manifested distressed, touching his chest with concern, raising his hands to his face, touching the oxygen mask with bulging eyes. "But-but"
"You didn't die," Bakugou let him know, staring at him.
"I-I don't understand." He laid his head on the back, confused and scared.
"¡Of course you don't understand!" Bakugou retorted impatiently with the nerd's urgency for wanting to be dead.
He heard Deku sigh with his eyebrows furrowed in uncertainty, his eyelids drooping, his features decaying in his face.
Bakugou exhaled.
"You are the worst, Deku!" He expressed in fury. "How could you think that if you died I would be happy without you?" He choked on the emotion.
"Eh?" Deku looked worried.
"Only a Deku would think such stupidity" He complained. "I ... I wouldn't be happy if you left." He squeezed the grip of his hand, watching him sincerely sitting in his red eyes. "Don't do it again, Deku"
Deku looked down, guilty.
"I-I'm sorry, Kacchan." He apologized nodding in regret. "I ... I thought if I disappeared, you would be happier"
"I wouldn't be" He muttered stubbornly.
"Y-you were mad at me" He regretted, his eyes shouting his internal pain. Bakugou's chest contracted.
"I was jealous, Deku." He was honest about everything, at the expense of his ill-fated pride. "I was jealous of the half and half, I wasn't mad at you."
"W-what?" He blinked questioningly.
"I was afraid that you would notice that bastard!" He confessed with a tickling stinging of his tongue. "Then I regretted my fault, and I swear I want to be with you again, I will try to be better, I say it with everything I have." He brought his face close to his, who with his huge green eyes glimpsed him with surprise, slowly changing to his unmistakable admiration for him.
"Kacchan" He said, moved. "I wouldn't notice Todoroki-kun" He said, drawing a tender smile.
"I know." He chuckled, fixing his red eyes to his gaze. "Please come back with me, Deku"
Deku's cheeks lit up resembling the color of a tomato, but Bakugou was not far behind, he felt himself burning in his face. Surely he would be red.
"Kacchan" He encouraged himself to say. "I heard you"
He remained static, absent from understanding it, until a strange sensation came over him and he recalled the scene he made while trying to bring it back to life. The effort that his arms made despite loosening and losing strength exerted his greatest pressure to make the resuscitation process correctly.
"You would have said something" He reproached, grimacing sideways.
"I ..." He swallowed nervously. "I love you too, Kacchan."
His eyes widened in extreme surprise, his eyebrows frowned in disbelief.
"What did you say?" He heard himself say.
"I love you, Kacchan" Deku said again, shaking his trembling hand to the other that was free on the couch; he took it and his fingers entwined like a complete loop. His pretty smile appeared on his pink lips.
"I love you" He confessed, kissing his cheek slowly ingrained in his movements. "I love you more than you can imagine" He whispered, feeling him shiver.
"Em" he said shakily. "Yes I want to come back with you"
Bakugou approached to kiss him on the lips, after having removed the oxygen mask, taken by the emotion of having heard those words, spoken softly by Deku, without interpreting them as vestiges of loneliness, or as an impulse without feelings in between.
He kissed him softly, almost brushing his lips over his that were so warm and sweet to feel.
"I love you" He said about them contemplating Deku's closed eyes, who allowed himself to be kissed by him.
They kissed slowly, enjoying each other's company, self-absorbed in their own universe, as if the world were in their bubble resembling a sharp cut. They kissed happy, but above all, because their feelings were confessed knowing that he could have lost Deku forever.
Both were in the same tune again, after an eternity invaded them, but now would not stalk them to ever separate them.
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P.S. How was the chapter? Another from Bakugou, hoping they liked it.
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