Only you. The words kept repeating in his head over and over, like a song he never wanted to stop listening to. Only you. Fuck… He busied himself in the kitchen, dumping the potatoes into a pot and adding the milk like Shinso had instructed.
How could someone that skilled be a fuckin' virgin?! Stirring slowly, he thought hard. "Did he-" He paused, hearing his voice, and clamped his mouth shut. Had Hitoshi… imagined everything? For this long? No, he probably watched porn. Yeah, that had to be it. No one's imagination was that good. Probably read disgusting stories…
A knock at the door jerked him out of his head. He turned down the heat before going to answer it. It was the loser with his girlfriend, both of them flushed from the cold and clutching bags behind them. Of course they'd waited until last minute to shop. "Welcome, Uraraka-chan," he greeted, stepping aside to let them in.
"Kacchan!" Deku whined. "You called and told me to come! Are you really going to ignore me and only greet my girlfriend?"
"Fuck you Deku," Bakugo snarled. "If I could get her to come without you, I would." He was surprised when Uraraka leaned in to give him a hug, and he patted her back awkwardly.
"You're so mean, Kacchan…"
"Whatever, loser," Bakugo muttered, reaching out to ruffle his hair before wandering back to the kitchen. Only you. He gripped the counter and stared hard at the marble. He hated this. He wanted to say fuck the party and drag Shinso into his damn bed and give him whatever he wanted.
He glanced over, seeing Shinso calling Ochako over. He growled quietly when he pulled her into his lap, then began whispering to her. What was he telling her? He frowned, but relaxed when he pointed at the board. That explained it then. He was psychologically toying with Hanta. It was a low move, but it was so… him. Smiling, he returned his attention to the food. Shinso had looked appalled when Bakugo had grunted that he'd just heat it in the microwave, then firmly dismissed the idea and began writing instructions. Bakugo checked them and cut a pat of butter to add to the potatoes. So troublesome…
Only you. Bakugo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. How soon could this be over?
"Are you making him do that?" Deku whispered to Shinso, glancing at Bakugo.
Shit. He'd forgotten and reached over to offer Hitoshi a strawberry, who had bitten it without a second thought, or a glance. He was so calm, reserved, quiet… Bakugo could tell that he'd hit his threshold, and wanted to comfort him. Unfortunately, he had only succeeded in drawing Deku's attention… and turning himself on.
"Something like that," Shinso responded.
"Must be nice," Deku murmured.
There was a loud buzz from another room, and Shinso set down his fork. He rose fluidly and Bakugo moved to follow, wanting a second alone with him.
"Stay."
Bakugo froze and frowned, sitting back. Shinso's tone was sharp and left no room for argument. "Asshole," he muttered, ripping a biscuit in half and stuffing it in his mouth. He chewed angrily, glaring at the hall that led to the laundry room. I just want to watch you dress, is that so fucking wrong? Maybe help you out of those clothes… fuck you against the washer until you scream. Make them all uncomfortable… I don't give a shit.
He almost choked when Shinso walked back into the room, shirt open, buttoning up his pants. Okay, now it was obvious that Shinso was teasing him.
"Thanks for letting me do my laundry," he murmured, sitting back down and dropping a quick kiss into Bakugo's messy hair.
"Yeah, whatever." He'd thrown their clothes in the wash when Deku had used the restroom, earning him some amused looks from Kirishima and Kaminari.
"That's a pretty necklace, Shinso-kun!"
Shinso touched the tag absently, smiling softly. "Thanks Deku," he said, quickly buttoning the shirt and hiding it. "It was a gift."
"Oh! That reminds me! Kacchan! I saw you on the news the other day!"
Bakugo felt a chill go down his spine, glaring daggers at Mina and Kaminari who fell against each other, shaking with silent laughter.
"It was in a window, and I was passing by, so I couldn't hear what you were saying. How did you get on the news?"
"Ohhh! I saw that!" Sero piped up, grinning. "Seems he had a message for our Mind Freak here."
"Hanta…"
"Really?" Deku asked. "You had to tell him on the news?"
"I broke my phone," Bakugo ground out. These idiots were driving him crazy.
"You know how extreme he is," Shinso stated turning and resting his back against Bakugo. "He just wanted to yell at me for leaving shit at his place."
"Hitoshi…" Bakugo warned.
"It must have been important. I forget things here all the time and Kacchan never even messages me!"
"It was," Shinso murmured, closing his eyes. He was getting tired…
"You can go lay down," Bakugo said quietly.
"Don't wanna move," Shinso whined. "Carry me."
Bakugo huffed and rolled his eyes. "You're a pain in the ass, you know that?" Seeing Shinso's grin, he frowned. "Don't," he said, seeing him start to say something. "Come on, lazy ass, let's get you to bed." He stood and threw Shinso over his shoulder. "Say good night, 'toshi…"
"Good night, 'toshi," Shinso called, waving at them.
"Ummm, Bakugo?" Deku called, watching them carefully. "Why are you taking Shinso-kun to your room?"
"Because he's my fucking boyfriend!" Bakugo shouted, finally losing his cool. "Mind your own fucking business, Deku, for fuck's sake!"
Shinso laughed gleefully.
Bakugo clenched his jaw and threw open the door. He flung Shinso onto the bed, crossing his arms and staring at him. Angry as he was with himself, seeing Shinso roll into his back and stare up at him calmed him. "I lost," he said quietly, crawling onto the bed over him. "Stay one more night. I'll do whatever you like, just… stay."
Shinso put on a thoughtful expression. "Well… I suppose Pacha has enough food and water… We'll go over there tomorrow."
"We?" Bakugo asked, confused. "I don't-"
"You don't expect me to move everything myself do you?"
Bakugo's eyes widened, processing what he'd said. "But… I thought you said…"
Shinso chuckled and leaned up to kiss his nose. "Changed my mind," he murmured. "Go play with your friends. I need a nap."
Bakugo leaned down, kissing his forehead lightly. "Love you…" he whispered.
"Mm, what's not to love?" Shinso crooned softly, chuckling. "I'm still holding you to our bargain, Bakucchi. I want you to make love to me."
Bakugo flushed and pulled away, knowing if he didn't he'd never leave this room. "As you wish." He had reached the door when he heard Shinso call him softly. He looked back, gazing at the man that made his heart thud so painfully. "Yeah?"
"I love you too."