I had this idea at 2: am in the morning, it was a fucking good one, so here we are another Bakudeku story, I read few stories with the same concept but Deku was always the one who wanted a relationship, not Bakugou, but mine is going to be different, Bakugou will be the one who wants a relationship with Deku...confused? Just read the story, (spoiler: it's FWB, friends with benefits). Possible smut, I dunno, let's see at the end.

Sunlight hits my face as I slowly gain consciousness, I slowly open my eyes lids but quickly close them to blinding sunlight falling on them, suddenly I feel a comforting weight on my chest.

I slowly turn around to come in face to face with a sleeping Kacchan, his face relaxed and his arm around me, it feels like a perfect thing...for couples,

We've been doing this for quite a bit of time, whenever either we were stressed or feeling any intense emotions, we'd let it out with the help of each other, I know, I know, this is isn't healthy but what can I say? I just...don't know,

And we broke a rule: No waking up in each other's room, once we're done with...business, one has to get out of the other's room,

It's just better like that and doesn't add complications, you know?

But lately, both I and Kacchan have been ignoring that rule, I've been sleeping in his dorm and him in mine, today, I've slept over in his room, seeing as I always close my curtains before sleeping.

I dare lift my hand and start slowly stroking his cheek, to which he immediately leans in, something close to a smile forming on his lips,

It makes my heart race but I push it away, this is just a temporary arrangement, we're just friends, he probably doesn't even like me,

"You're staring," I tired voice says and I immediately look deep into his red eyes, ruby so precious, when I look into them I feel so much stronger like I can take on the world

"I'm sorry," I whisper, then try to raise up only for him to pull me back down and bring our faces to close,

"Stay?" he asks, scrunching up the bottom of his eyes in a way that could be called puppy-dog eyes, and just as the real ones it was easing me up,

He never made puppy-eyes before, usually, he'd just ask me and I'd do it, it was weird at first but cuddling is becoming more comfortable with each passing day, it feels very nice and I enjoy it very much. I don't know how Kacchan feels about this since he never talked, but I'm fine with that, growing up with him, I learned that Kacchan preferred to show what he means by actions rather than words because. A. He wasn't good with them, B. Actions were easier for him to do. Understanding this I was completely fine with the lack of verbal response.

"Are you sure?" I ask, making sure he completely wants this, he may be rough sometimes during sex, but he's really gentle when I ask him, I love it when he does that, it makes me feel so relaxed, and while I loved our frenzy touching and the hot mess we create, sometimes it was best to just go slow and gentle and he really knows how to do both, that's what made him so amazing.

He nods his head before burying it in my neck and pulling me closer, thankfully it was a weekend so I didn't have to worry about school,

I let out a low sigh and run my fingers through his blond hair, usually pulling it or pushing it I never really got to experience who soft and silly it was, but lately ever since I was able to touch it, I felt like I was touching silk cloth or a cloud.

"Your hair is soft..." I mutter, scratching it gently and my fingernails lightly scraping his warm scalp,

"Mm, you thought it would not soft?" he asks his face still in my neck, therefore, sending ticklish vibrations on my neck,

"With the spikes and the softness...your hair is like a contradiction," I say with a small smile,

"A contradiction, eh?" he says his warm breath ghosting over my skin and a few love bites, the first he did this I shivered but now I'm used to it,

"Yeah..." I say, lightly stretching the word in my mouth,

We sit there in silence our naked bodies together, I never even realized we were naked because everything just felt so arms and comfortable, I assumed we had clothes on, maybe it's just Kacchan body's heat, he is really warm.

"Who was your first kiss?" he asks, suddenly breaking the silence,

I get quite startled by the question since Kacchan never was the one to start conversations, but it's a simple enough question, right?

"No one, My mum and Recovery girl only kiss me on the cheek," I answer truthfully, though what if my mom accident kissed me on my lips when I was little? I hear that happen with parents sometimes...but mom would've probably told me if she did do that.

"Ok, is your favorite color still red?" he asks,

I bite my lip trying to figure out why he would want this but push those thoughts aside, a normal conversation isn't something out of the normal, right?

"Yeah, it is," I answer back, feeling more confident,

"Your fingers are really relaxing, you know?" he hums, and I feel a strange curve at my neck,

A/N: He smiled! in case it wasn't obvious,

I blush at the compliment and whisper a soft 'thank you, it feels so good to hear a compliment from him even though it was just a little one he had no idea how much it meant to me.

We lie there in each other's warmth for a few more minutes until I take a glance at the clock to see the time '7:23'. I slowly lift his hand away, earning a questioning look from him.

"I have to go before anyone sees us," I say pointing at the clock,

"Who would be awake, now?" he asks slightly stirring around until the blanket was off him,

I blush and turn away pretending to look for my clothes, I won't say Kacchan isn't attractive because he is but I seriously need to stop having these...feelings for him, he doesn't like me! Never has and never will,

"I can name a few: Iida, Todoroki, Tsuyu-Alright, Alright, I get it!" He interrupts and then shoves something soft into my face,

I stumble back a bit and catch the soft thing in my hands to see that it's a sweatshirt, a grey soft sweatshirt, It was Kacchan's, I could just tell by the burnt sugar smell and caramel.

"Huh?" I ask bringing it closer,

"Wear it," he says simply as he pulls on his pants,

"But my-I'll wash them for you, you'll be pretty sore, right? Here some pants," He says and gives me the same colored pants,

"That's unnecessary, Kacchan," I say as I slowly put on the pants, wincing slightly

"Mm, I don't care," he says, and put on a black tank top along with gray sweatpants,

I put on the clothes and immediately feel happy, they're a little too big for me but they feel really really good, they're super soft and don't the areas where I'm sore.

"Thank you," I say for the second time today and slowly make my way to the door only to stumble and grip the bed for support,

I wince slightly and try to get back again only for a hand to push me back down, "You can't walk..." he says stating the obvious,

"Yeah, I'll rest when I go back to my dorm," I say with a small smile,

"You're fucking kidding, right? No way!" He says and with one swoop lifts me up into bridal carry,

"Ah!" I squeak and quickly wrap my arms around his neck, hiding my face in it to make sure he doesn't see the bright blush,

"Woah, calm down, I'll only carry you to your bedroom and then leave," he says and slowly shifts my body until my face was so very close to his,

I let out a low breath, and nod my head.

He carries me to my dorm without saying another word, I loosen my grip on his neck lightly adn lay my head on his chest listening to his soothing and calm heartbeat.

He stumbles with the doorknob and I help him, he carefully set me down on the bed as if I was fragile and gave me a blanket.

"Thank you," I say snuggling into the blanket, I look deep into his red eyes

"No problem," he says and turns around to leave,

Suddenly I realize something and before I could think it through the word fall out of my mouth, "You didn't call me a nerd or Deku, today," I blurt out,

He turns around to look into my eyes again and something like guilt crosses his face, "I...didn't want to be childish like that, anymore," he says

"It's ok if you call me Deku," I say, sitting up from bed, I don't know why but whenever he calls me Deku I feel I mean something to him, It may not be good but I just want to be somebody to him,

"But, it means..." He trailed off looking toward the ground, I may mean a bad thing but...it was our thing

"There's a different meaning too, you know," I say, pointing out, a little hurt that he doesn't want to call me that anymore

"Ok, I guess...Deku," he says and before I could react he quickly knelt down and pressed our lips together,

Just as quickly I felt them on they were off, I looked at him with wide eyes, and his eyes were wide too, probably surprising himself with what he did,

Then it hit me: We broke another rule, the most important one: No kissing on the lips...

"Meet me at 6, my dorm," he says and slams the door shut before I could even reply,

I don't know when he got to the door but he did and he left...well not completely seeing as he told me to meet him again and I know I'll be there...

I always will be

Skipping to 6 am because I'm lazy and there's no point in telling about the rest of the day

Throughout the entire day, we avoided each other successfully, and when my friends came to ask me if I wanted to hang out, I said I would be studying and I tried to but every time I would find myself thinking over and over about the kiss.

How his lips were like a feather against mine and it was the lightest of brush it sent electricity up and down my spine, it was so different...exciting, thrilling,

NOT ACCEPTABLE!

I wince at the thought, but it was true Kacchan shouldn't have kissed me...and I shouldn't have liked it, I shouldn't have tried to kiss back...it's all so confusing and wrong!

I glance at the clock to see the time '7:49' Great, just 11 minutes before I finally get answers out of him, Why do I feel so nervous? I didn't do anything wrong...

I get up from my bed and then see the gray hoodie and pants he gave me, I instantly blush at the memory and take the sweatshirt in my hands, taking the deep whiff of caramel from it, it's so...intoxicating.

I smile and rub my cheek against the sweatshirt, it's so warm...like him,

I take the pants and sweatshirt and neatly fold them but before I could resist myself I wear the sweatshirt to embrace its warmth,

I quickly fold it again and up to them, in a gray bag I found lying around in my dorm, then quickly looking around to see if anyone was there I quickly make way to Kacchan's dorm,

I open the door slowly in order to not make too much noise and see Kacchan holding drumsticks and slightly drumming them on his table,

"Hi," I say as I enter, I set the bag down behind the door and awkwardly stand next to the closed door,

"Hey," he says and sits up straight, abandoning the drumsticks to look at me,

"Sit down, Deku," he says gesturing to the chair in from of him,

I slowly slid into the chair and stare at the ground not quite sure how to start this...conversation,

"You wanna talk first?" he said, playing with his drumsticks again,

"Um, yeah, sure I-Why did you kiss me?" I ask the question itching my skin throughout the whole day,

"I-fuck, I'm not good with words and shit," he says running a frustrated hand through his hair,

I bit my lip unsure of how to reply, I knew he was never good with words, we both knew it, still, I wanted to hear him talk...that's sounds so selfish now...then a thought strikes me, "Kiss me," I say without thinking

He quickly snaps his head at me, his eyes wide, "W-What?" he says softly, looking at me with doubtful red eyes,

"Show me, what you want," I say more confidently,

He looks a little bit surprised but he slowly moves forward and cups the back of my head, I suck a deep breath in readying myself for it, maybe it'll be a rough one, like his attitude, but who am I to be the one to decide his attitude? He's been acting so gentle lately, I don't even know if this is the same person,

At first, he slowly brushes our lips together, like he did before but then he slowly like a daydream completely places his lips on top of mine lightly tilting them to the perfect angle.

I tilt my head too and press back, my hands reaching up to softly pet his hair, the kiss felt so...good, I love it,

He slowly parts his mouth a bit and slides his tongue teasingly across my bottom lip, I open my mouth and let his tongue in,

He slowly rolls it around mine and all over my mouth, I massage mine against his, unsure of what to do, the kiss was so low yet so passionate...it told me nothing yet everything he wanted to say.

We slowly part for the desperation of air and look into each other's hooded eyes, his eyes were glazed with many emotions I couldn't put a finger on, but one I could clearly see in them was love. Or am I just assuming things? I want to know...I know he'll never say it but what if I...take a risk?

"I-I love you," I whisper as if it's a secret, Do I have this feeling? Do I want this? With him? What if he doesn't feel the same? Can we ever go back? I feel them all crash into my head, but I tightly sealed my mouth, making sure not to mutter anything out loud.

His eyes widen like before but wider and his eyes start to grow glassy his lips twitch and his eyebrows bunch up, a tear slowly rolls down his cheek, my hands quickly move to my lips to stifle the gasp that came out of my mouth.

I never and I mean never saw his face like this, he looks happy but he has tears and confusion in his eyes.

"Y-You, but why?" he asks, looking down and tightly gripping his blonde locks,

My breath hitches and my brain goes blank, tears start to spill before I can recognize them, and my vision gets foggier, I let out a low sob and remove his hands from his hair to hold them tightly in mine.

"All I ever did was to h-hurt you, fuck, I even told you to kill yourself! I still can't believe I said that" he says, his eyes wide before he shuts them tightly, and shakes his head,

My heart squeezes at the mention of...that, but..." Do you r-regret it?" I whisper, releasing his hand to wipe my eyes,

He looks at me with livid eyes, before nodding frantically, I let out another sob at this, He regrets it! He really didn't mean it!

"I'm so sorry, I was so terrible, I-I just wish I could go back, wish we never even met, then maybe you would've ended up with someone better, maybe Icy-hot? I don't know but you deserve so much, so much better than me," he sobbed holding my hands tightly, occasionally looking up to meet my eyes,

Anger and sadness filled my brain, I wanted to hear these words, so bad, him apologizing, but I didn't want it to be like this! I could never want anyone else better than Kacchan, I-I love him! "I don't want anyone better! I want you! I want your anger, your revenge, your hatred, your love, everything, I want it! I don't deserve better! I deserve you..." I say sobbing and resting my head on his shoulder, my chest rising and falling, up and down,

"B-But I can see it, Deku! You don't want me anymore! You'll never want me! Not like I want you..." He says shaking his head violently,

"Wh-What?!" I say, not believing my ears, He wants me?!

"I know you, Deku, you always wanted more, you wanted to help everyone around you, even if it means hurting yourself, you didn't care..." he takes a deep breath and look me in the eyes sending a deep electric charge at the bottom of my stomach, "but I want you, just you, I'm selfish, but I didn't care, I wanted you, I still do, and...I went to an extreme with it, to the point I could've lost the one person I ever wanted," he says exhaling a low deep breath out, "I'm such an idiot, right?" he says looking out the window, and away from my eyes,

I slump back down in the chair, everything he said...sounded so true, yet I couldn't believe it, couldn't believe he suffered all this heartache because fo me, I didn't know what to ask, so I just look back and forth

'When did this whole, you know?" I say gesturing towards his bed unsure of how to put it in words,

"I remember, I was horny, I called you out, and then..." he says, with light blush across his cheeks,

"Oh," I say an immediate blush reaching my cheeks,

I slowly reach my hand to lightly brush his cheek, he leans into the touch but doesn't look at me, his cheeks were slightly wet from the crying and he was still softly sniffling,

"I don't hate you, I always admired you, I wanted to be like you, I wanted a walk in your footsteps and make you and myself proud, but when things changes I thought you didn't want to be around someone like me, so I tried to run away, but in the end, I'll always be there, I'll always stay, I love you, Kacchan..." I say calmly,

He nods and looks at me his eyes looking so filled with love and care, I couldn't believe he had all of this for me, "I love you too," he whispers, and then move forward cupping my cheeks in his big warm hands,

I close my eyes and let his lips press onto mine, a happy tear, slowly streaking down my cheek, I smile into the kiss feeling the weight I didn't know I carried lift off my shoulder, I feel so free and light, I feel happy,

"Thank you," he whispers against the kiss and I nod my head, my heart feeling like it finally breaks through from some invisible wall, and I'm pretty sure he feels the same way, that I released him from his heartache...

Ok, definitely, not crying right now, I don't even know how I wrote this...

This is the fluffiest thing I ever wrote...my life's purpose, perhaps, (lol)

Also, this is the longest chapter I ever wrote too! so, yay! 3k+ words! WOOOOHOOOOO!

I was definitely inspired by one of my all-time lesbian couple: Catradora, their love is so true and pure, the show's name is She-ra and the princess of power, I highly recommend you to watch it, it's on Netflix, I think...

If you watched this fanfiction may seem familiar, but yeah, I was definitely inspired,

This is a one-shot and will now be continued unless you guys want me to, but I feel like I should just leave it here,

Please Review, it makes me feel a lot more confident about my skills and gives me the feeling that people like my work...