My First ever FF!

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The sound of running could be heard throughout the empty white halls of U.A. High. As the one running continued down the hallway with vigor, they're urgency to get to their destination was enough of a distraction the moment they turned a corner. The fast moving figure didn't have time to react as they collided with something incredibly solid.

With a resounding "ooff!" the runner fell backwards, knocking their head against the floor in the process. Pulling themselves up into a sitting position with eyes shut as the figure rubbed the back of their skull in a futile attempt at treating their now throbbing head.

"Damnit..."

Realization dawned on the downed individual after hearing the word spoken. What they ran into was a person. Instant worry for the others well-being drove itself into the forefront of their minds as they looked up with the intention to apologize.

The air seemed to thicken for the bearer of red eyes as they stared into green.

"K...Kacchan!?" exclaimed the runner without much thought.

The scarlet eyed man furrowed his brows. "The hell you call me?"

Recognition of the fallen one in front of him brought a scowl to the face of the still standing man. "Tch...You better learn to watch where you're fucking going, Deku." His words were said with such distaste that the man on the ground looked away, taken aback at the insult. And suddenly..at least for the runner, it got a bit harder to breathe.

"Also…" the red eyed man said, suddenly pulling the figure below him up by his collar so they're faces were inches apart, "don't EVER call me that again, got it?" His glare bore into the now fearful eyes of the young man he was holding up.

"Sure..Im s-sorry about that ka-BAKUGO!" The runner stammered out his quick apology, all too aware of their close proximity. His eyes traveling across the face in front of him, taking in all the features of the man as if he were someone new. But he wasn't. Katsuki Bakugo was the same as he's always been. Spiky blonde hair atop a smooth face with eyes that knew more than the attitude that accompanied the individual let on.

Bakugo continued to stare at him. Then, seemingly pleased by the response, he let go of the others collar.

"Your fucking lucky no one was around to hear you say that, otherwise you wouldn't be getting up," Bakugo said as he walked away. He turned his head enough to see the runner on the ground stand, frowning at the pained expression on the others face. The sight left him with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

The threat lingered on the ears of the green eyed runner as he gathered his books that had fallen out of his hands from the collision. He lifted the last item that was buried underneath them. It was a small spiral notebook with the words "GOALS" in large gold letters printed on the cover. Flipping it over he read 'If found, please return to Izuku Midoriya….or else suffer at the hands of lord explosion murder' which was written on the back. His mind raced with old memories of his childhood as he eyed the words his ex-friend wrote alongside his own. He glanced in the direction Bakugo went, a longing he hadn't felt in ages welled up in his heart.

'Kacchan..'

He suddenly recalled past moments of himself and the ash-blonde. Thoughts of their younger selves sharing stories of would-be-adventures they would have together in their future. Times when they would secretly stay up late during sleepovers just to make the time with each other stretch on. They both even shared the same dream of becoming an MMA champion, which is what brought them together. Izuku had joined the same martial arts gym his father was part owner in. The blonde boy had joined at the same time.

Both hit it off pretty quickly as each showed much interest in the gyms other owner, Toshinori. He was recognized as the greatest MMA fighter in his weight class which caught the attention of the boys. The man an arsenal of world championships plaques and trophy belts. However, all his awards are an ironic reminder to the man's personal beliefs. To the athlete, a person should use their combat skills only to fight when protecting themselves and others. As well as never use violence for personal vendettas. After many years of being in the ring, Toshinori retired by opening a martial arts studio to pass on what he knew to the next generations. This way, many could learn to protect one another. Could be why he named the dojo One for All.

The runner remembers walking to said gym with his spiky haired friend. Fondness came over him at remembering that on some days, he would walk hand in hand with the young blonde. Both talking nonstop about Toshinori and his greatness. The boys each admired the man for his ability to be unrelenting in a fight and kind outside of one. Their aim to be one of the greatest like him spurred them into a rivalry that then blossomed into a close friendship.

They would mock spar with one another. Which normally turned into a fiasco of them making one another laugh with dumb moves. Then he recalled when he received a gift from the blonde that turned out to be the notebook he held. He remembered the utter joy he had when getting it. The little book had come to mean so much to him..

'..whenever you think you can't face your fear, whenever you think you might lose, remember this book.' He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the flashback. A twinge of sadness enveloped his thoughts then, wondering how he and his ex-friend came to be so distant from each other.

However, he knew exactly what had caused the blonde to treat him this way. It had been years ago, when they were just kids. Yet the impact of what happened affected the blondes feelings towards him till this day.

As time went by, the green eyed teen became an on looker to his ex-best friends life. He watched as the male grew taller and bulkier over the years. The long hours spent training at their shared gym and playing baseball showing up on the young man's well chiseled body. Izuku couldn't help admit that he was jealous of the growth his former friend was making. Though his own body had developed muscle over the years, through training and joining the swim team, he wishes it could have been as drastic as Bakugos. The man was basically made of pure power in his eyes. The power he wished he had in order to reach his goal of becoming an MMA champion.

Even though he and his ex-friend were no longer on good terms, he never really stopped following the track record left behind by Bakugo. He knew the male was incredible at almost everything. Academics and sports were part of the list of things he excelled at. His social life was even something to marvel as the guy was named prom king every year so far. Izuku wasn't even shocked when he learned Bakugo became team captain of the baseball team during their freshman year of highschool. He couldn't help but be proud and happy for the man.

Bakugo never feared challenges, when he sought out to accomplish something he went full throttle. This was an aspect of his Izuku admired for the longest time. He could only watch as his old friend left him behind in his pursuit of becoming number one. Looking back, he wondered why he ever thought he could keep up with his once best friend. Their interactions through the years have been anything but pleasant. Bakugo never acknowledge their past friendship, thus leaving Izuku feeling hollow whenever the blonde treated him with such disgust. He knew the other wouldn't accept a weak individual like him back into his life. No matter how hard he tried.

The realization chipped away at him..more than he expected.

With a heavy sigh he started making his way to his original destination. At a much slower pace of course. The intention of getting to class less late than he already was had gone out the window.

'This must be the worst way to start off senior year,' thought Izuku.

He stopped suddenly when his foot kicked something on the ground. His curiosity took over which led him to bend down and grab what appeared to be something small and oddly shaped. Emerald eyes widened upon closer inspection of what he knew to be a grenade. A one of a kind grenade key-chain to be exact. The little toy was inspired by the movie "Ground zero", the films website had a special promotion for their 20 year anniversary where they sold a limited amount of said key-chains. Izuku knew all this because he managed to get ahold of one as a gift for a certain someone's 7th birthday. Someone whom he believed threw away the trinket long ago...the same someone he just ran into.

Izuku moved without much thought. He turned taking a few steps in the direction Bakugo went before stopping. His eyes traveled to the key-chain in the palm of his hand. 'I can't believe he kept it, after all this time,' Izuku wondered.'He was carrying it with him..' A feeling of hope swelled within him along with confusion. 'I thought kacchan didn't want anything to do with his past, with me...but..'

He squeezed his fingers tighter around the key-chain. Unsure of himself on what he wanted to do, Midoriya made his way to class. Knowing it was probably too late to chase after the red eyed male.

Bakugo sat at his desk with a hand supporting his chin as he looked out the window next to him. He didn't care to pay attention to what his class's teacher was saying since the blonde knew it was the first day back at U.A. and most of the teachers would be going over introductions. As he tuned out the words of his teacher, Bakugo let his mind puzzle over his recent encounter with Midoriya. He thought about how foolish those large green eyes looked up at him with concern, even though he himself was obviously hurt by the fall.

'Stupid deku,' he thought. 'Always concerned for others, pisses me off!'

The tall blonde remembered how close they had gotten when he pulled the smaller of the two up by his collar. The shocked look on the smaller male was priceless! He smirked at the recollection. He remembered seeing those full lips quiver in what might have been fear and those eyes pleading with him to be merciful. Bakugo seemed to recall the faint smell of coconut coming off the teen. 'Might of been from his morning shower,' the thought of a naked Izuku briefly crossed his mind. Those unruly green locks dripping with soapy water and sticking to his pale skin. Bakugo wondered if the greenettes hair was as soft as it looked. He imagined running a hand through and grabbing a handful of it, pulling the males head back and tasting those plump lips fo-...

Shaking his head clear of his running imagination, Bakugo looked up to see the teacher still talking about how the year is going to go. He let out a frustrated breath while running a hand through his spiked mane.

'Shit..' Realizing what he had been thinking brought on a feeling of hopelessness. The baseball captain had hoped that his infatuation toward the smaller male would have faded by now. Ever since the incident in their younger years, Bakugo has been trying to distance himself from Izuku. Always treating him like a pest that should stay out of his way. It had been too easy for the blonde to do, year after year ...but the green haired optimist always looked at him with a glint of something in his eyes. It pissed Bakugo off to no end, how can the other not be angry with him? Why does he continue to look at him with such..

Seeing the same look in Izuku's eyes earlier had almost broke something in him, that same look which gave him hope that things could be like they used to..but he knew better. He had already decided it would be best for them two to be separated anyway so they could focus on their goals.

At least, that's what he kept telling himself. Truth was Bakugo feared reaching out to Midoriya. After what had happened when they were kids, the blonde couldn't find it in himself to face the green haired boy. And now, after years of being cruel to the guy, he didn't believe he had the right to be close with him again.

'kacchan..'

Shoulders belonging to the blonde tensed at remembering that moment in the hallway. The sound of his old nickname leaving those lips had stirred something within him. Thoughts of himself begging the younger male for his forgiveness crossed his mind. 'Could it be that easy?' he pondered on the thought.

Crimson eyes looked out the window yet again. Looking up at the sky Bakugo let out another frustrated breath. 'No...not after what I did.'

Lost in his own thoughts, the bulky teen didn't notice someone calling his name. It wasn't until something hit the side of his head did his train of thought break.

"The hell?" he barked.

"Yo man! Where you at Bakubro?" The greeting of his red headed friend dispelled his rising anger. Seeing the other waiting on him while others made their way out the classroom. He frowned, 'when did the bell ring?"

"Sorry Eiji, but the hell man? Don't go throwing shit at people," Bakugo scolded the other, gathering his things to follow the other out the room.

Eijiro rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "Sorry! But you were seriously spaced out bro, everything good?"

Bakugo held his features in a blank expression as he looked at the other. He met Eijiro during boot camp the summer before their freshman year. The guy had been one of the few people able to keep up with Katsuki's physical abilities during that time. A respect for the red head had bloomed as he was put onto the varsity football team at the same time he was put on the varsity baseball team. They became good friends due to sharing many classes together and Bakugo didn't mind the man's good natured personality.

"Yea, m'fine." He finally answered.

The two made their way to their next classes. Both maneuvering through the halls of U.A. full of rowdy students. Bakugo was ignoring most of what Ejiro was spewing on about how 'manly' it was that they were both seniors and each of them were captains of their sports team. Scarlet eyes scanned the crowd around them, secretly hoping to catch a sight of green among them. With no luck he continued down the hall.

"I'll catch you later Bakugo, I've got economics next with Mrs. Midnight. We still on for this weekend?" he asked the blonde.

"Yea, your girl tagging along?"The ash-blonde asked with little enthusiasm. He promised Kirishima they'd hang out the first weekend of beginning school a while back. Bakugo assumed the red head would want to bring his girlfriend since he knew they didn't get much time together over summer break.

"Oh yea, I promised her that I'd buy her some new shoes for the homecoming dance that's in a month. Perfect timing right!" The redhead gave a short wave as he went in the opposite direction of Bakugo. Leaving the blonde to head to his next class alone.

He walked in the classroom seeing many students already gathering around each others desks. Beelining for the empty seat in the back corner next to a window he placed his stuff down while saying his hellos to some of the students that called out to him. Constant recognition was something he was used to after he became the school's baseball star. He didn't mind the fame, but what he didn't care for, were the regular encounters of girls trying to grab hold of his heart. He knew they sought a piece of his spotlight...and whatever else hormonal teenagers wanted. Not bothering to open any of the letters he was given by the desperate females, turning them down was always a pain for the blonde. Rumors started spreading that he wasn't even attracted to women but he never bothered with speaking out against the gossip. Bakugo found scandals incredibly boring so he ignored them most of the time. Besides, no one save himself knew he only had eyes for a freckled face swimmer..

Bakugo was too distracted by his thought process to notice the object of his imagination walk through the door. He failed to see the wearer of red sneakers walk across the class clutching books to his chest. Said figure sat at an empty desk at his right, still unbeknownst to the man with spiked hair. The blonde also missed shy green eyes looking in his direction.

"Alright everyone, shut up and take your seats. I'm going to call role," the teacher spoke to the class without much emotion. "Sero Hanta?" The man began.

"Here," came the response. The teacher continued calling the names of his students.

Bakugo stared aimlessly out the window, his thoughts persist on remembering his encounter with Izuku earlier. The scarlet eyed teen wishes he could take back the insult that he threw at Izuku.

"Toru Hagakure?" "Here!"

The blonde wondered if he could get away with avoiding Izuku the rest of the year as he did much if their time at U.A. That way he wouldn't make the mistake of hurting the smaller man again. He cringed when remembering the painful look in those emerald eyes.

"Kyoka Jiro?" "Present." "Miss Jiro, remove those headphones please. I won't be asking again." The short haired female grumbled as she did what the teacher said.

"Now then, Bakugo Katsuki?"

Without looking up the ash blonde lazily raised his hand, an audible "Here" leaving his lips.

The teacher nodded. "Yui Kodai?"

Bakugo retreated into his thoughts again. He felt incredibly lucky, at the same time unlucky, that he never had to share a class with the boy on his mind. Though he wasn't completely unaware of what the male had been up to throughout their high school life. Bakugo knew he joined the swim team. Figuring that out early on since their teams shared a locker room. The baseball captain wouldn't dare admit aloud how he would steal glances of the smaller teen when he showed up in the locker room soaking wet.

"Shihai Kuroiro?" "Here."

He could see his soaked swim trunks cling to a full and round backside. Red eyes secretly watched as the retreating form headed to the showers…

"Koda Koji?" "Here!"

The ash blonde imagined following the drenched teen in the showers..

"Mineta Minoru?" "Right here!"

Bakugo pictured himself behind the swimmer, both of them getting soaked under the shower head. He saw himself reach out to thread a hand in green locks. Coaxing a pleasured sigh from the smaller of the two as Bakugo massaged his scalp. Stepping closer to encircle Izuku's slim waist with his other arm, he pulled him flush against him. The swimmers ass now pushing against Bakugos hardening length, he ground against the mound of flesh. 'kacchan..' the freckled teen moaned. Bakugo licked his lips, wanting….needing to hear that sweet voice say that name of his again..

"Izuku Midoriya?"

Red eyes shot forward, all thoughts halting in their tracks. His attention now fully on the teacher hoping he would repeat what he just said. Maybe he heard it wrong, yea. And it's possible there's someone else with that name. Izuku Midoriya is a common one, right?

"..here.." A soft voice said.

Bakugo turned his head at hearing it, shocked at how close it sounded. The blonde was stunned as he looked upon a green headed figure sitting next to him. 'when did he..'

His eyes widened a fraction when the greenette looked up at him. Those emerald orbs he treasured in secret gazed at him with trepidation. He noticed how the boy was fidgeting in his seat, Bakugo all to aware of the freckled cheeks in front of him growing pinker as the seconds went by.

"-akugo."

A small smile made its way to the boys face. One that nearly took the blondes breath away. He wasn't quite sure why the other would smile at him at all, especially with how he treated the greenette earlier

"Bakugo!"

Red orbs stayed locked with green. He questioned whether he was in the right class now. Finding it too much of a coincidence that Izuku was there after he mentally vowed to avoid him. Bakugo swallowed the lump in his throat, now realizing he had to sit so near him for the entirety of their senior year. He wondered if this was the universe's way of a sick joke..

"KATSUKI!"

Tearing his eyes away from the swimmer, Bakugo looked to the front of the room. Seeing his teacher glaring at him. He noticed many pairs of eyes from around the room looking at him. Shocked when the blonde realized he was standing with no recollection of doing so.

"Is there a problem Mr. Katsuki? " Asked the annoyed adult.

"No sir, uh...sorry for the interruption Mr. Aizawa," came Bakugos simple reply. He sat down quickly, eyes cast downward and not seeing a green pair looking at him with concern.

"Good, don't let it happen again." Mr. Aizawa finished up role call moments later. "Many of you know the first week of a semester is generally pretty laxed. I don't normally follow this method as I think it instills bad habits in the senior class. However, due to a few students that will be arriving later on, I won't be assigning anything this week to stray from any confusion among the newcomers."

The entire class erupted in cheerful banter at hearing the news. Many high fives and 'oh yeah's!' were shared. Bakugo silently thanked the teacher for switching the attention off him.

"Don't get too excited. I'll still be taking attendance so y'all better be in here before the bell rings. Not a second later, or else count yourselves absent. I do not tolerate tardiness. No exceptions." His eyes dared anyone to question him. None did, he continued with his talk.

The rest of the class period was spent as free time. Mr. Aizawa feeling too tired to really start teaching anything. The man surprised most of the students when he pulled out a bright yellow sleeping bag from thin air and climbed in it. He was now napping on the floor behind his desk.

Bakugo kept his gaze directed out the window but not looking at anything in particular. Leaning his head on his hand the baseball player tried to appear nonchalant. Not sure if it was working because he felt so on edge with the green haired male being so close. He could feel the scowl on his face deepen as he thought about the situation he was now in. Wondering if it would be worth switching classes. He mentally kicked himself, ashamed at his cowardly thoughts. The blonde decided to just stick it out for now. Not liking the idea of running away. 'As if I haven't been doing that already..' he added.

Bakugo kept his attention away from everyone else, ignoring the loud voices conversing around him. He almost turned around when he heard a gasp and the sound of pens hitting the floor on his right.

"Long time no see, Izuku." Bakugo tensed when hearing that name at the same time recognizing that voice. He leaned back in his seat to get a better look at the scene happening next to him, trying not to be too obvious. Hands in his pockets clenched when he saw an arm thrown over Izukus shoulder and a face he knew leaning far too close to the boy.

"Ah! H-hi Shinso, yea. It has been a while," replied the teen. Bakugo wasn't sure but the swimmer looked a little nervous. He kept his hands in his lap and kept glancing around as if he could avoid looking the other in the face.

"It's been too long shorty, hope you had a good summer. I'm a little hurt you never called to say hi!" Shinso looked away and placed a hand on his chest in a dramatic show of pain.

The green haired boy finally gave Shinso his full attention. "Oh, I'm sorry! I just...I didn't have a lot of time to myself this summer. My mom has been pretty sick for a while now so I've been the only one able to cook and clean for the three of us. I guess I let it all get a bit too distracting."

Bakugo's mind suddenly raced with confusion after hearing the boy speak. ''Three' he said,' thought the blonde. Bakugo knew Izuku didn't have any siblings and he was also remembered the absence of the greenettes father. 'What does he mean by three then,' he wondered.

"Ahh, it's no problem shorty." Bakugo started listening again. "Just happy to hear it wasn't something I did. Thought I scared you or something." The male with indigo hair said this while grabbing a chair and placing it against Izuku's desk. He sat in a reversed style, crossing his arms over the back of the chair while resting his chin against them. Bakugo saw the male give Izuku a smile, one that didn't quite reach his tired eyes. Yet the smaller teen just smiled back. The blondes jaw clenched in irritation, not liking the closeness of the two.

"No! O-of course not, sorry for making you worry. I'll try being a better friend from now on." Izuku finished saying then laughed. Bakugo automatically relaxed a little at the mention of them being 'friends'.

"Ohh? Friends are we?" Shinso said, shooting Izuku a smirk. The male reached out a hand and placed it on the swimmers thigh. "Since we're friends and all, would you like to hangout with me and the guys this weekend?"

If it were possible, the ceiling of U.A. might of had a giant hole in it from the sheer heat of Bakugos glare. After seeing where Shinso put that hand, the baseball captain thought it best to aim his silent rage at the defenseless ceiling. Still sane enough to listen, however, he heard Izuku's reply.

"Well t-that's very nice of you, uh, b-but I wouldn't want to be a bother," he said. Bakugo chanced another glance in the pairs direction. He noticed how Shinso's hand was still on the green haired boys thigh, but he also saw the massive blush across freckled cheeks. The hole would have gotten three times bigger just now.

"Nah, you wouldn't be botherin anyone shorty. We aren't gonna be doing much, just going to Awase's place for a party he's throwin. Or maybe,' the male with tired eyes leaned forward until he was inches from the freckled boys face. "maybe me and you could go and do our own thing. We could see a movie or something, hows that sound?" Red eyes followed the hand as it moved up a bit. The same eyes tried to will the appendage into spontaneous combustion.

"Oh! Wo-wow, uhmm, actually. The party sounds li-like fun! Would it be okay if I brought some o-of my friends?" Izuku stuttered. Waving his hands around he added, "b-but if its to-too much trouble I understand!"

Shinso retracted his hand from Izuku's thigh, placing it under his chin like before. He seemed to ponder over the smaller males words. "I think that'll be fine, Awase is inviting half the school anyway. I doubt he'd notice a few extras," he said this while giving Izuku a crooked grin. "I'll text you his address."

Bakugo didn't fail to see the swimmer relax his shoulders and let out a small sigh. Then the green headed teen gave the other male a smile in return. "Awesome! Then I gue-"

He was cut off by the sound of the bell, signaling the end of their class. 'FINALLY,' thought the spikey haired blonde. He reached over to gather his bag and quickly made his way out the class room. The baseball captain was also unaware of two emerald eyes following him.

"Damnit!" Bakugo cursed as he made his way to the cafeteria. He didn't think the conversation between the two males could fill him with such bitterness. The thought of Izuku hanging out with Shinso of ALL people gave him a bad taste in the back of his mouth. 'If I had to sit threw one more minute of that..' The blonde suddenly imagined blowing up the blue haired man's face with his bare hand.

Bakugo knew the guy as the varsity football teams best linebacker. The male had speed like no other, and could take a hit from the largest of players. He was also known for being a womanizer. Shinso could sweet talk almost any girl into being with him, but the man only stuck with them for a short while. He never dated a girl for longer than a month. Bakugo knew it was probably because that was the average amount of time it took for them to sleep with him. Kirishima had mentioned countless numbers of stories he heard from the blue eyed man himself. Shinso would talk about his "encounters" behind the girls back, this rubbed the two friends the wrong way. Eijiro often spoke about how unmanly it was of the linebacker to treat girls that way. Then the blonde had accepted the news as fact since he saw new girls on the arm of that guy every few weeks or so. Bakugo was still not sure why the females would continue to fall for someone like that.

Knowing all this and seeing how the football player was talking to Izuku...how he was flirting with Izuku…

Although, he couldn't prove that was actual flirting. Shinso was known for going after girls and girls only. No one really knew if Shinso ever batted for the same team. However, the possibility of him swinging for both teams didn't extinguish his unease either.

Yet the way he touched the green eyed teen while suggesting they go out together alone...His body couldn't hold back the disgust he felt. He couldn't fathom the idea of Izuku being in that creeps arms. Bakugo didn't believe Izuku was ignorant of the rumors so the teen HAD to know something was up with that guy, right?! He didn't even know Izuku was gay!

Stopping dead in his tracks, Bakugo looked around, taking in his surroundings. Now realizing he was nowhere near the cafeteria. "Shit." He began making his way to the lunch room.

He never really put that much thought into the idea that Izuku liked men. Thinking most of his life that his feelings toward the boy were one sided and would always be. Another reason why he never bothered to confess. He just assumed Izuku was straight since it was never brought up when they were young. But he didn't have much room to judge, the red eye male hasn't been apart of Izuku's life in a long time. He tried keeping up with as much as he could but many things about the greenette didn't reach him. Bakugo was all to aware of this being due to his own stubbornness.

However, thinking back..Bakugo recalled many times when the other boy showed much affection toward his younger self. He never thought much of it though. He remembers the times they shared beds when having sleepovers, the freckled boy sometimes cuddling him in his sleep. The blonde remembered Izuku would sit on his lap every time they watched "Ground Zero". And they had watched that movie many, many, times.

A heat made its way to the spikey haired athletes cheeks when he replayed one particular memory. The two were back at Bakugos house. His parents were out getting food so they decided to play a game in his room while they wait. Bakugo watched as a young Izuku fought off a hoard of strong zombies in the video game he played. After getting eaten the greenette had said something about never wanting to lose an actual fight. 'Its scary to think there are monsters worse than these out in the world. I know..I want to become a symbol for those who are scared, but I'm afraid too...I'm afraid of being weak..afraid of losing.' Back then, at least to the blonde, the statement sounded crazy. 'Don't worry 'zuku!' He had told him, 'you'll be just fine.' Young Bakugo got up and walked to his desk and pulling out something from a drawer. Getting back on the bed, he handed the item to Izuku. The green eyed boy eyeing the notebook questioningly. Bakugo told him, 'have this, you can record all the times your afraid of somethin. Then, write down how your going to face that fear. This way you'll never forget that you can overcome your fears. So never lose sight of your dream 'zuku. Show the world that anyone can look fear in the eye and say, I AM HERE! Let it be a reminder that I'm always with ya, cause whenever you think you can't face your fear, whenever you think you might lose, remember this book. Remember I'll be there with you, and together we'll always win!' The look that came over the tiny version of Izuku almost melted the blondes heart back then. History almost repeated itself when he recalled the image. The small version of Bakugo had just been bewildered by glistening emerald orbs, the open mouthed smile accompanying them so widespread it nearly split the boys face in half! He then had the literal air knocked out of him when a tiny green haired boy tackled him to the bed. He lay there with the small frame on top of him. The freckled boys face then looked up at him with a shrunken smile that held the same brightness to it as the previous one. Izuku's eyes held back unshed tears, Bakugo's younger self almost felt sad when they squeezed shut, only to implode with joy at the boys genuine grin of happiness. 'You're the best Kacchan!' The greenette proceeded to give young Bakugo a peck on the cheek. It had happened so fast to him that it seemed to never happen at all. But he remembered the feelings that washed over him in that moment, at being given that name he adored. He had looked at the boy who was back playing the video game next to him. That was when he vowed to get stronger for the both of them. It was the only way he could protect that smile he loved so much…

Bakugos heart had learned that day it only had room for the green headed fool with a blinding smile. But nonetheless, his memories couldn't pinpoint a time that revealed the swimmers interest in men. The only men he ever paid attention to were Toshinori, sensei and that guy. Even so, the fact remained that Izuku made plans. He was going out with Shinso this weekend. The possible scenarios left him with a heavy heart.

'This must be the worst way to start off senior year,' he thought.

The blonde stopped walking suddenly, taking in his surroundings. "Shit.."

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