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"K-Kacchan." Deku put both hands on his chest, stopping him from continuing to kiss him.

"What's wrong?" He frowned, annoyed at the interruption.

"I-I'm sleepy" He said solemnly.

Lightning woke him in his conscience, revealed the above, and quickly helped him to settle on the hospital bed, covered him with white sheets, taking his hand in an affective gesture.

"You still don't recover, huh?" He said, directing his eyes to his hand, outlining the contours of his scar, the one the half and half bastard did to him.

"Hmmm." By that time, he was already asleep in a tremendous stupor. His head nodding slowly, his eyelids closed, and his lips half open. He looked beautiful.

"Ignoring me, eh nerd?" Bakugou joked, delineating the scar repeatedly, longing for its existence to diminish someday, and if possible, that the aftermath of his scars in the last fight would cease to exist in his body completely.

Unable to separate from him, he settled between the visitor chair and the bed to sleep next to Deku, since returning to his room, led to move away from him and those were not his wishes.

As soon as he adjusted his head on the couch, holding his hand over his, he was able to fall asleep.


The next morning, Recovery Girl woke him up from his stupor, when he opened the curtains indicating it was morning.

"We will discharge Midoriya today" He notified, checking the oxygen levels in the nerd's blood. Bakugou nodded drowsily.

"Whatever, but he is fine" He retorted, stretching his arms.

"I'll discharge him in the afternoon." He nodded to himself, in accordance with Deku's blood oxygen levels. "Midoriya is already stable for him to register"

"Why don't you discharge him right now?" He snapped roughly, grimacing in disgust. Recovery Girl did not flinch at his approach, flatly denying him that he would not discharge Deku until the afternoon. He retired, leaving Deku's breakfast on the bedside table next to his bed, telling him to make sure he finished all breakfast.

Bakugou stood up and went out to buy a bottle of water from the vending machines that were located in the hallways. The thirst was killing him and his mouth was dry. Who knows how long he lasted without drinking fluids.

He returned to the room where they held the nerd, taking in view, that he, in fact, was no longer asleep, but awake, turning to the sides with his eyes, his body without exerting much movement. He looked scared.

"Oi! Nerd" He spoke glad to see him awake.

He jumped in fright, directing his huge green orbs at him.

"K-Kacchan" He said, sitting up. "Good morning." He took a breath of relief, bringing his hand to his chest.

"Good morning, Deku." He approached, taking a seat next to him. "Do you feel better?"

He nodded, suddenly glancing at what his breakfast was, he realized that his eyes were eager to eat food. "It's your breakfast, let me approach it"

"Oh, yes?" He asked in stop curiosity.

"Recovery Girl left it for you." He handed him the tray that contained his breakfast cautiously. "She said that you have to eat everything, you better leave nothing"

"No." He shook his head in denial with determination. "Thanks for the food!" He cheered happily, eating his breakfast with a huge smile.

After a while, Deku eyed him curiously.

"What?" He asked blushing.

"Haven't you eaten, Kacchan?" His innocent gesture appeared on his freckled face. Seeing that he was not responding, he offered him his breakfast, but he refused stubbornly, since on the orders of Recovery Girl, Deku had to finish all the food.

"I'll eat later." He grumbled in his breath, opening the bottle of water and drinking some of the cool liquid that was like a gentle breeze brushing his face. His dehydrated body longed to drink water.

He caught the nerd watching him with admiration overflowing his pores, sending him a feeling of shivering and nervousness, blushing again.

"What do you want?" He growled, his tone sounded embarrassed.

"I thought you looked great, Kacchan." He flattered him in admiration.

"Don't be an idiot" He denied, leaning back in his chair.

"Have I offended you, Kacchan?" Deku became alarmed, clenching his teeth. "It wasn't my intention"

"Don't say nonsense!" He boasted, extending his hand to his, taking it. "It's just… you say such embarrassing things, Deku." He put his other hand on his face, softening his sharp expression.

"I didn't offend you?" He asked shyly, his pink cheeks in a tender pale pink.

"No" He came over and gave his a sweet kiss on the lips, causing an aggressive blush on Deku, who gasped with his eyes open.

"Kacchan" He sighed, impressed.

"I love you" He muttered, in a bundle of nerves.

"I love you too, Kacchan." He sought to interlock his fingers over his hand, smiling sweetly.

Bakugou could not be happier.


That same afternoon he was discharged, so Deku walked towards the room where his mother was housed, with concern focused on his features and his hands trembling in panic. Bakugou was behind him, unable to leave him alone, especially if they were now together.

He wouldn't let Deku suffer alone.

"Deku, calm down." He tried to comfort him, while he took his mother's hand in his, with tears running down his cheeks to pitchers. "Your mother will be fine"

Inko, in effect, hadn't been awake for three days, while Deku had been in lethargy for two whole days. Deku's mother's condition was different from his, in her case, she received a cut in the belly that pierced part of the tissue, and her recovery would be slow.

To tell him that they didn't know if his mother would be healthy would be torture for the poor Deku.

"I still don't forgive myself." He sobbed under his breath.

"Don't blame yourself." He put his arm around him, feeling his body shake. "She did what she had to do, Deku, your life is more important to your mother than hers."

"But"

"Listen to me" He burst out authoritatively, silently slamming him. "Mothers will always sacrifice themselves for their children, no matter what, your life is more valuable than anyone because it is already destined."He looked at him intensely "You are the successor of All Might, of our idol, of our mentor, so you better not die."

"She." He began restlessly. "She will live, right?"

"Of course." He cradled his face in his hands, hitting their foreheads. "Your mother would never abandon a nerd like you." He saw him nod a little more confidently. "And I wouldn't abandon a nerd like you either."

A small smile curved on his lips.

"I wouldn't abandon Kacchan." Deku put his hands on top of his, reinforcing his closeness. "You are everything to me, Kacchan." He confessed red of the face, as red as a tomato and as tender as a smiling child.

"Come here." Bakugou adjusted his head to his chest, holding him in his arms. "I'll stay with you, I won't let you deal with this on your own." He pressed his fingers over his shoulder, rubbing it in slow circles. "You just woke up and to see you suffer like that, it irritates me."

"Kacchan," Deku snuggled into him, letting himself be hugged by him. "I love you"

"Me too, Deku" He said in a sigh. "That's why I am staying with you"

"You're very warm" He said sweetly, circling him with his small arms, resting his head closer to his chest.

Bakugou blushed, grateful that no one was seeing him, because it would be a very shameful sight for him to deal with.

"Hey Deku" He spoke with his throat tickling.

He nodded.

"You are everything to me" He confessed nervously, feeling his heart explode in his body in a spill of sensations. "So don't worry, because I will protect you if something bad happens"

"W-what do you mean by that?" He felt his body tighten in his grip.

"I mean that from now on that we're together." He held on to his body. "I will not let you leave my life, nor disappear"

"K-Ka"

"I refuse to live a life without you." He interrupted, placing a hand on Deku's face that threatened to see him in the face, and hid it in his chest. "It's useless to live without a Deku who smiles like an idiot and is so incredible for everything; a Deku that always chases me and that his eyes only see me" He laid his head on his curls. "So don't say that my life will be better without you, because it won't be, it never will be, because if you're not there, it's not worth wanting to be a hero, Deku" He hugged him as hard as he could, drawing those words that he needed to say, those words that were stacked to remain silent and not say them, those words that perhaps Deku longed to hear emerge from his mouth.

That silence that embraced them with their comforting blanket of words caressed them in warm friction, in effervescent feelings that surfaced in the atmosphere and hung from his mouth.

"Let's be heroes together, Deku" He said after a comfortable silence.

Deku slowly took his head off his chest, seeing him with his huge eyes that were similar to an open book.

"Yes" He said, bringing his semi-open lips close to his, agreeing on that implicitly comforting sensation. He kissed him back, hugging him whole, wanting to breathe the same breath as his until he impaled himself.

"I love you so much." He sighed on his lips.

He nodded happily.

Bakugou reached into his curls, gently stroking them between his fingers, feeling his texture on his skin, bringing his head closer to his contact, hugging him firmly with his other arm, clinging to his heat.

He loved Deku's curls.

They were caresses so warm without a doubt, so light to bristle his skin, so penetrating that they reached his soul.

They separated after a moment they shared, staring into each other's eyes, self-absorbed in the presence of each one, engaged in their attunement, since both were needed to be happy.

Deku smiled with his eyes closed, highlighting his freckles and detailed pink cheekbones on his face.

Suddenly, his stomach complained of hunger, he snorted in outrage because his need to eat food ruined the moment they shared.

"Why don't you eat, Kacchan?" Deku opened his eyes briskly, a worried look stalked him.

"I told you I would stay with you" He reminded him, still hugging him.

"You need to eat, Kacchan." He rested his hands on his shoulders, adjusting to his shape as if they were made to belong there anchored. "Let's go together, ok?" He said kindly.

"But, your mom"

"It's important that you take care of yourself too, Kacchan." He separated a little, without taking his hands from where they were positioned. "I'd like to say a few words to my mom." He implied that he wanted to be alone with his mother for a while, maybe he would tell her everything that was going on in his mind.

Bakugou, much to his dismay, released Deku and went out into the waiting room.

However, it was possible to hear certain traces of his voice, so it was inevitable to perceive what Deku said.

Words of forgiveness, of helplessness…

He knew he would feel that way, but they were expected feelings that would happen to him, because he had stages of much discontent and a constant open wound centered in his noble heart, likewise, reflecting in his intense urgency to help everyone who suffered, just as he suffered for being born without Quirk, and also for having dreams that everyone dismissed as illusory, although he was also to blame for those rush.

"Forgive me mom" He heard him sob in pain. "I promise to become a strong hero and worthy of protecting those I love." He breathed brokenly, inhaling oxygen to keep talking. "I promise to become a child you are proud of" He swore. "Because you have done so much for me, you have always taken care of me, you have fed me when I am hungry, you walked me when I wanted to walk, you hugged me when I most needed a hug, you always supported me even though no one had faith in me I would become a hero, you, you have always been there for me, mom" Bakugou peered out the window, glimpsing Deku holding his mother's hand, his eyes full of pain and guilt, but also full of love and gratitude. "Just as you were for me, I will strive to make you see how much those details meant to me, how much your love and your support have been my engine to know that there are people who love me for who I am." He choked. among his unstoppable sobs, quickly recovering the thread of his speech. "I'll be there for you, but I also promise to be next to Kacchan." His heart skipped a beat, and he raised his hand to his chest, feeling himself shudder with joy. "You know I've always loved Kacchan, and I don't want to be away from him because I love him." He stopped, catching his breath. "I love him so much, Mom." He saw him squeeze his mother's hand hard. "You are the most important people for me, that's why I promise and I swear with everything I have, that I will protect you with my life if necessary, because I love you both, and I will always be with you both"

He withdrew from the vision zone before Deku realized that he heard all his speech in which he swore he would be there for him because he loved him. How much joy he invaded upon hearing such a promise.

"Kacchan" The door opened, Deku appearing behind her, wiping the tears from her face with the back of her hand.

"What are we waiting for?" He joked, swallowing the emotion that threatened to jump out of his body like an arrow. "I'm starving, Deku"

"Yes." He laughed, running toward him. "Thanks for waiting for me"

"Yes, of course" He grumbled, wrinkling his nose. "I haven't eaten in two damn days."

"So much?!" Deku exclaimed in terror. "D-don't neglect yourself, Kacchan"

"Don't tell me what to do." He scoffed, winking confidently.

"I wonder what will be in the cafeteria" He commented to himself without taking his comment into account.

"Deku" He spoke, not taking into account what he said.

"Yes?"

"Let's hold hands." He extended his right hand, which was immediately reciprocated by his green-haired boyfriend.

"Yes," he said when he corresponded.

And so the two went to the cafeteria and catch up with the others who would surely be asking them questions about their recovery and what happened in the fight.

Finally, things were taking a better and calmer course, well, at least that happened for Bakugou.

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P.S. Very grateful for your comments to date.

I hope you liked this chapter.