Izuku's heart pounded in the silence that served him in the morning. The birds, of course, did not accept this silence and disrupted it with their intense whining as the sun beamed brighter at the world as if somehow, just somehow, today was going to be fine. The green-haired teen who was frozen in their tracks turned his eyes towards the blonde who sat beside him. His face flushed a hard red, and his throat clogged up.

"What do you mean we had sex?" Izuku inquired bewildered, his head turning towards the blonde. Of course, he remembers the party, but they couldn't have had sex! The party was over 24 hours ago, and he went to bed alone.

He was sure of it.

The sound of the blonde's chuckling made Izuku stop in thought. The room had a fairly nice breeze and he could hear the summer bugs buzz loudly in the morning outside where they laid in the trees. "You nerd," Bakugo smirked, letting out a hollow laugh. Izuku watched Bakugo shake his head and get up, turning around and letting the blanket fall.

Izuku half-expected him to be naked and the other half of him wished he was, but what showed was a pair of plain white boxers. The bed bounced underneath him as he sat up in a sitting position and leaned back against the bed frame. "So we didn't have sex?" His head hurt. He was sure he had gone to bed alone the previous night, so when did Bakugo manage to sneak in?

"Get dressed, we have a day ahead of us." Was the blonde's reply.

Izuku's heart sputtered as he watched Bakugo turn around and walk towards the door, leaving his question unanswered. On purpose. "H-hey wait!" He called after his former classmate but got no answer for his question nor his protest. His attempt to reach out had caused him to fall and collide into the wooden floor.

"Ow.."

"When did you have the time to get food?" Query, Izuku was eyeing the eggs Bakugo flipped on the pan he had dancing on the hot stove. They sizzled and screamed at the oil that burned them alive, but the thick liquid showed no mercy. Izuku walked through the sunny-filled kitchen, the bare cold tiles felt good against his body temperature as he made his way over to the barstool and took a seat.

"When you had time puking in the bathroom yesterday," Bakugo shot back, giving him a glare. "You're not the only one who's changed."

Izuku smirked at that, but then leaned forwards and sniffed the air, his mind floating heavenly by the imagination taste his mouth drooled for. "When will the eggs be done?" He inquired, taking out his phone when it buzzed.

"About 1 minute," Bakugo answered, turning away from the pan and opening the fridge. Izuku scrolled through his messages and replied, pressing the dial on one of them. Before Izuku could put it to his ear, it was taken and turned off before he could even grasp a word or sound out. "No phones today." Bakugo declared, turning around and putting it in a bucket that sat on top of the highest shelf. "Today, we're focusing on you."

The green-haired teenager sat in his seat and snickered at Bakugo. "You're playing 'the therapist' now?" He crossed his legs and frowned, averting his glance between his phone and back at the other minor in the room.

Bakugo shrugged and turned back towards the food. "I'm not playing the therapist, I just know that you spend way too much on that damn phone of yours." He curled his lip at the thought of Izuku constantly on his phone, displeased by it.

Izuku's face smoothed out and a small smile played across his mouth. "You're jealous?" He affirmed, surprised.

Bakugo blushed, scoffing. "Don't be ridiculous." He spat, hiding his face away from the younger student. "It's just unhealthy." He added afterward, flipping the eggs. They bubbled and popped at the fierce heat who cooked them alive and he lifted the pan and scrapped them onto a dish, leaving the object in the sink to be cleaned afterward. He turned off the stove. "Eggs are ready." When he didn't get a response, he paused and turned towards Izuku to find the boy smiling suspiciously at him.

Shutting the car door rang in Izuku's mind like a hollow space in a void as the winter air blew, he made his way to the hospital building. Footsteps behind him, the doors opened and closed as Izuku and another who was behind him made it to the receptionist's desk. "Toshinori Yagi," He stated when an almond, green eyes woman looked up from her desk and at the two teens. "Room 227?"

"I'm sorry sir, but Mr. Toshinori is sleeping right now and won't accept any visitors."

"If the old man sleeps too much, I'll just hand him the favor and murder him in his sleep-"

"Now, isn't that non-heroic?" Bakugo rose an eyebrow at the green-haired hero who seemed to be livid by the time the car was unlocked. "That's not very hero of you to say something like that," He chuckled.

"At this point, I'm sure that you know that I'm not planning to become a hero," Izuku muttered crossly as he opened the driver's seat, starting the car. "Besides, somebody should put All Might out of his misery. That way, no one else can damage him the way that life has done." He spat as he pulled the stick back and drove.

Thump. The box thudded loudly on the ground. Bakugo groaned tiredly, yawning as he plopped himself down on the couch. His back ached with an awful soreness, that it felt like it was being strained by a rope, pulling his arms and limbs apart. But the soft caution guided his sore muscles to relief as he sat down on the couch.

"That's most of em'," Izuku groaned, closing the fridge as he held two beers in his hand and closed it, turning towards Bakugo. "Thanks for the help man."

The cold drink flew across the room and into Bakugo's hand. "At least you didn't have to do it alone," He replied. Squeezing down and twisting, the cap opened with a pop sound and the cold liquid clenched down his warm throat. Nose crinkling, Bakugo exhaled and looked at the Tv.

"It looks better." He commented, taking a long look around the room. "More ... you."

Izuku - who was now sitting down on the couch beside him - looked over at the blonde and nodded his head, opening his drink as well. "It feels-"

Bakugo's phone rung and Izuku was cut off. "Hello?"

"Can we talk?"

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