Lyrical
Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia.
Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Death
Pairings: Midoriya x Bakugou, Kaminari x Jirou, Midoriya x Sero
Plot: While visiting Europe, Bakugou meets someone unexpected.
Ch 03: Lovesong
"C'mon! We're almost there!" Kaminari cheered before running ahead, determined to reach the crest of the hill before the rest of their party. "I can't believe we're actually here!"
Kirishima was still studying their map, tracing his fingers along the tiny squiggles marking the cobblestone roads and dirt paths leading to and from the local vineyards. Bakugou walked beside him quietly, hands in his pockets, casting his gaze across the rolling hills and basking in the sunshine, breathing in the impossibly fresh air.
He'd never been to Europe before. Honestly, he doubted he would have agreed to come at all, if Kirishima hadn't persuaded him to accompany him for the summer. Bakugou didn't really have any interest in meeting Kaminari's long-distance girlfriend, but Kirishima assured him that backpacking through Europe and spending a few months at an all-expenses-paid winery villa would be scores better than anything else they could have done otherwise in their hometown.
They'd been traveling together for a few weeks now, and Bakugou was already exhausted. He enjoyed spending time with Kirishima of course, but Kaminari was as usual filled with seemingly limitless energy. Some days Bakugou just wanted to walk in silence and enjoy the countryside, but Kaminari just wouldn't stop talking. He exhaled quietly as they crested the hill behind their energetic travelmate, and Kirishima glanced up, grinning wide. He folded their map, tucking it away in his windbreaker while letting out a long, low whistle. Bakugou followed his gaze, his breath catching in his throat as the villa finally came into sight.
It was massive compared to what Bakugou had imagined in his head, surrounded on all sides by rows and rows of heavily laden grapevines, gleaming brightly beneath the sunshine in rich shades of green and violet. Kaminari had almost made it to the front entry, looking up in awe as he walked beneath the interwoven arches shading the path, embellished with golden lettering reading Château Jirou.
Kirishima and Bakugou caught up with him after a few moments, and together they made their way up the stairs leading to the elaborate front doors. The villa was decorated with golden embellishments and all sorts of living greenery, flowering ivy creeping up the columns of the veranda and curling along the edges of each window, butterflies fluttering here and there.
Kaminari swallowed thickly, checking his phone with trembling hands before taking a step closer to the front doors, reaching out to rap his knuckles along the polished wood hesitantly.
Bakugou exhaled and crossed his arms over his chest, gesturing as he spoke. "You're going to have to knock louder than that, dunce face. Doubt anybody could hear that given the size of this place."
Kirishima chuckled good-naturedly and stepped up to Kaminari's side, placing a hand on his shoulder while offering him an encouraging smile. "You've got this, Denks. We're right here with you. Give it another go?"
Kaminari held Kirishima's eyes for a moment before rallying his nerve, knocking again with more force this time, the three falling silent again to listen for any signs of movement coming from inside.
It took several moments, but gradually there were slow footsteps approaching the front door, and the entry opened to reveal a tired looking boy around their age, dark circles clearly evident around his purple eyes.
"Qu'est-ce que tu veux?"
"Oh! Umm…" Kaminari blinked twice and looked down at his phone again, fiddling with his translation app for a moment before replying, "Is Kyouka here?"
"Kyouka?" The boy frowned a little, giving Kaminari a once-over before looking to Kirishima, then Bakugou. "Qu'est-ce que tu veux avec elle?"
There were footsteps behind him, then a petite girl slipped under his arm, shooing him away with a click of her tongue, clearly scolding him in French. They exchanged words for a moment before he walked away, and she turned her attention to Kaminari, offering him a teasing smile.
"My cousin is visiting on holiday. Pay him no mind, mon chou." She cupped Kaminari's cheek before giving him a soft kiss, a blush quickly creeping up the blonde's ears and neck. She gave him an affectionate smile before turning to greet Kirishima and Bakugou, stepping backwards into the villa. "Please, come inside! You are most welcome here. I shall have lunch prepared for us."
They kicked off their shoes and set aside their backpacks before following after her, Jirou leading them through the ground floor of the villa to the back veranda. The large glass doors and windows were open to allow the summer air to drift through the villa, and there were several maids in the kitchen prepping vegetables and busying themselves with baking, the scent of fresh bread thickening the warm air.
"I'm starving!" Kaminari lamented casually, pressing a hand over his stomach as it rumbled, Jirou laughing quietly while beckoning him closer to the kitchen bar.
"I'm certain you all must be, given the journey you've taken to reach us!" She exchanged a few words with one of the maids before they were presented with a charcuterie board of fruits, meats, and cheeses, paired with bread hot from the oven and glasses of red wine.
They settled down on the back veranda overlooking a large rectangular pool, Kirishima sitting beside Bakugou while Kaminari and Jirou shared a lounge chaise, resting against one another and holding hands. Bakugou ate slowly as they chatted and got to know one another better, his gaze on the horizon, marveling at the beauty of the lavish vineyard and the countryside beyond. Once they had eaten and rested for a short while they were shown to their rooms, and allowed to shower and change into fresh clothes for venturing into the nearby village that night.
Shinsou joined them as they headed into town, walking beside his cousin quietly while stealing glances at their visitors now and then. Bakugou wasn't sure what to make of him. He seemed protective of Jirou, so it was understandable that he would feel the need to accompany her on an outing with three foreigners he didn't know.
Kaminari and Jirou were still holding hands as they walked side-by-side, and Kirishima seemed to be hitting it off well enough with Jirou as they chatted back and forth. It wasn't surprising, Kirishima was charismatic and his personality was likable to just about anyone. Bakugou on the other hand was quiet for the most part and kept to himself, content to simply observe and see what the village night life would have in store for them once they arrived.
There wasn't much to it, it was simple and quiet. There was a small café, a couple of tiny restaurants, and a bar nestled beside a small hostel, primarily for hosting travelers. They didn't have travelers often, Jirou surmised, but when they did it was most common to find them at the bar. It was the only establishment open all night.
As they walked closer, music could be heard flowing out into the near empty streets, and laughter coming from within. Shinsou went ahead first, pushing open the door and greeting a few locals before taking a seat at the bar, Jirou waving to a couple of girls she recognized and tugging Kaminari along with her to introduce him, leaving Kirishima and Bakugou to their own devices.
"Want to get a drink?" Kirishima asked, turning in a half-circle to take in the interior of the bar before noticing the stairs leading to the upper floor. "Looks like we can go sit on the upper patio outside, I'll grab a round for us if you want to find a table?"
"Sure." Bakugou replied with a little nod, turning away from Kirishima to ascend the stairs, his eyes flitting between the local patrons laughing amongst themselves before focusing on the tables set up along the patio.
The tables were empty for the most part. There was a couple occupying one shadowed corner, the girl smiling and giggling softly as her companion leaned close and whispered in her ear. They didn't notice him as he passed, too caught up in their own little world.
On the opposite side of the patio, there was a boy leaning against the banister, smoking a cigarette. He was lean, with dark curls half-hidden by the popped collar of his slate-grey blouse, and when he glanced towards Bakugou there were embers reflected in the deep malachite of his eyes.
He watched Bakugou only for a moment before looking away, taking another drag from his cigarette and exhaling against the air, Bakugou's nose full of the rich scent of fresh tobacco and smoke. He chose a table parallel to where the boy stood, at a small distance. He felt more comfortable being out on the open balcony than inside closer to the couple he'd passed by before.
The boy took his time finishing his cigarette, then turned to set the butt in an ashtray beside a half-finished glass of wine, lifting it to his lips and taking a moment to inhale against the rim before finishing the glass, glancing over to meet Bakugou's eyes.
"Aimez-vous ce que vous voyez?" He asked, and his tone was soft and husky, likely due to prolonged exposure to his smoking habit.
Bakugou tensed a bit, sitting back a bit further in his chair, then he replied, "Sorry, I don't speak French."
A smile turned up the other's lips, and he set his glass aside, then made his way to Bakugou's table, his fingers tracing along the back of one of the chairs. He watched Bakugou for a long moment, and Bakugou watched him in kind, studying his features, noting the ample dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks.
The stranger leaned closer, into his space, and Bakugou's eyes widened a bit, subconsciously inhaling a shaky breath.
"Tes yeux sont comme le feu." The boy whispered, tilting his head slightly as he searched Bakugou's eyes, then with a teasing smile he offered out his hand, curling his fingers against the air. "Come to bed with me?"
There wasn't much that could fluster Bakugou, but he could feel how hot his face was as he stared at the other incredulously, his lips parted as he fought to remember how to speak. The other boy laughed softly, his gaze half-lidded as he gave Bakugou a sultry smile, still offering out his hand.
"Viens au lit avec moi. Partagez ce soir avec moi, mon feu." He bit his bottom lip, his eyes on Bakugou's mouth for a moment before meeting his gaze again. "You want me, no? You thirst, but not for this place." He glanced towards the patio, inclining his head towards the hostel nearby.
"I…" Bakugou swallowed thickly, still in disbelief that a stranger would offer such a thing so suddenly, then he jerked as he heard someone call his name, both turning to watch as Kirishima approached.
"Hey Bakubro, making friends already?" He grinned wide and gave the boy a friendly nod in greeting, setting down a tray of drinks beside Bakugou before taking the seat beside him.
Whatever tension had been in the air between was broken with Kirishima's presence, and the boy drew back his hand, humming quietly, turning away to start down the stairs, not sparing Bakugou a second glance.
Bakugou watched him go, dumbfounded at what had just transpired, unsure how to feel or what to think. As the boy disappeared towards the bar, Kaminari and Jirou ascended the stairs after him, taking their seats beside Kirishima and Bakugou before striking up a conversation again.
Bakugou didn't remember much else about that night, only that after a few rounds of drinks they slowly made their way back to the villa, Shinsou eventually coming home a few hours after them. Bakugou felt restless, unable to sleep through the night. Before dawn he was awake and sitting at the edge of the back veranda, staring silently up at the stars. It had been years since he'd last smoked, but there was a part of him now itching for a cigarette, thinking of the boy with malachite eyes who had propositioned him just a few hours before.
Shinsou was early to rise as well, surprisingly. He stepped out onto the veranda behind Bakugou, stepping around him and walking slowly along the length of the pool, his dark robe trailing behind him as he spoke quietly to someone on the phone.
Once the sun was up, the maids began prepping breakfast, Shinsou hovering at the kitchen bar until he was presented with a fresh cup of coffee before wandering away again, still talking quietly on the phone. Bakugou accepted a cup as well with whispered thanks, then it was Jirou who emerged from the bedrooms down the hall, smiling and greeting Bakugou casually before checking on the maid's progress with breakfast.
Kirishima was up about an hour later, and it was Kaminari who slept in the longest. Jirou went to wake him with a cup of coffee in hand, and the peaceful morning atmosphere was almost immediately broken as she returned with Kaminari beside her.
Kirishima could tell from Bakugou's souring mood that he was much in need of some time away from their travelmate, and so he excused them both after breakfast, and with a day satchel and their local map in hand he decided to walk around the vineyards with Bakugou, just the two of them. It was small acts of kindness from Kirishima, along with his patience and understanding, that made them the best of friends.
Bakugou expressed his thanks, treating Kirishima to crêpes at the village café, and they spent the day together away from the villa, until eventually the sun began to set.
Kirishima and Bakugou found their way to the bar as the sun sunk below the horizon, and watched as the village patrons began slowly filtering in, most returning to the same spots they had been in the night before. Kirishima shared a drink with him, then once he was certain Bakugou would be alright on his own he opted to walk back to the villa alone, leaving Bakugou to himself for as long as he chose to be.
Bakugou waited a short while before leaving his spot at the counter and turning his eyes towards the upper patio, considering for a moment before ascending the stairs.
He found the same boy at the same place he had been before, a cigarette pressed between his lips as he leaned against the banister, pale wisps of smoke curling in the air around him.
Bakugou stayed where he was for a long pause, then took a few steps forward to a table nearby, setting his drink down as quietly as he could. He wasn't certain if the other simply hadn't noticed him yet, or if he was purposefully ignoring his presence, but Bakugou waited with a little frown until the other glanced over and acknowledged him.
This time, when their eyes met, the other boy let out a soft chuckle, and turned to face Bakugou while leaning back against the banister.
"Avez-vous décidé que vous vouliez jouer après tout?"
"I can't understand you." Bakugou said softly, pinching his brow a bit. He knew the other was playing with him, he could tell by the teasing expression across his face, the way his lips turned up at the edges and his eyes shimmered with mirth.
He clicked his tongue several times, stepping away from the banister and into Bakugou's space, tipping the ash from the end of his cigarette into the ashtray resting beside Bakugou's drink.
"What do you want from me, hmm?" He asked softly, searching Bakugou's eyes, lifting the cigarette to his lips once more.
"I…" Bakugou faltered a bit, his confidence wavering, a blush creeping across his cheeks. "I don't know."
The other boy laughed at his response, but it wasn't cruel. He exhaled to the side, then set his cigarette against the lip of the ashtray and took a step closer, wrapping his arms loosely around Bakugou's neck. They were alone on the balcony, no couple lingering in the shadows nearby to watch them, and Bakugou let out a quiet breath while shifting his hands to rest against the other's waist, the boy watching him with a playful little smile.
"You want to fuck me?" He asked, his tone husky, his expression soft.
Bakugou was hesitant to respond, frowning a little, still taken back by the other's brashness. The boy was watching him, tilting his head slightly to the side, one of his hands shifting to card through the back of Bakugou's blonde hair, tugging at his cropped fade lightly.
"You foreigners. You're all the same." He exhaled a quiet breath of laughter, casting his eyes to the side. "So scared of your desires."
"Do you offer yourself to every stranger you meet?" Bakugou growled out irritably, and the boy met his eyes, quirking a brow as he loosened his hold.
"If you aren't interested, why are you here, hmm?" He looked past Bakugou to the empty tables surrounding them, a soft hum escaping him as he asked, "You came alone this time. What for, if not for this?"
Bakugou frowned, watching the boy for a long moment before exhaling the tension caught in his chest, relaxing his shoulders beneath the other's touch. "I wanted to see you again. I just…" He pinched his brow a bit, searching dark malachite before adding carefully, "I'm not sure what I want beyond that."
The other hummed again, and this time he tugged Bakugou closer, pressing up against his chest lightly. Bakugou's hands were still on his waist, and he tightened his hold ever-so-slightly, holding the other's eyes.
"Come to bed." He whispered, pushing up onto his toes to press his lips to Bakugou's jaw, smoothing his hands along Bakugou's shoulder and nape. "You think too much. Some things, they are meant to be felt, not understood."
He pulled back a bit, meeting Bakugou's eyes, then purposefully rolled his hips against Bakugou's, the blonde inhaling sharply at feeling the other was already half-hard.
He laughed quietly at Bakugou's blush, then took his hand and turned, tugging him towards the stairs gently. Bakugou didn't hesitate this time, following after him quietly, the boy weaving through the patrons filling the bar as though he'd done so hundreds of times before, stepping out into the dark with Bakugou right behind him.
The hostel was only a few steps away, and Bakugou glanced around the empty streets as he was led to a side door, the boy unlocking the entry and letting them inside, locking up after them. He led Bakugou down an unlit hall and to a bedroom door, stepping inside and closing the door behind them once more.
Before Bakugou could speak there were hands on him, tugging him down for kisses as deft fingers tugged at his shirt, pushing it up to reveal his toned chest. In the soft lantern light, Bakugou could see the boy's eyes were gleaming. His hands moved in tandem, tracing over the contours of Bakugou's abs and pecs appreciatively before shifting to unfasten his belt, Bakugou tugging his shirt off overhead and letting it fall to the floor.
"Magnifique…" The other whispered, leaning in to kiss Bakugou's chest while unfastening his jeans, Bakugou letting him do as he liked, trying to even his breathing and calm his fluttering heart.
It wasn't every day that he hooked up with a random stranger, let alone in a foreign country he'd only arrived in a few weeks before. When he'd considered traveling to Europe with Kirishima and Kaminari, sex had been the furthest thing on his mind. That being said, now that they were alone together, tucked away from anyone that might overhear them or see something they shouldn't, Bakugou could feel his defenses lowering.
When the other dropped to his knees before Bakugou and took his cock in hand, the blonde couldn't stop the soft groan that escaped him, malachite eyes looking up at him impishly from the bedroom floor.
"You like?" He asked teasingly, wrapping his long fingers around Bakugou's cock before teasing the tip with a kiss, his tongue flicking across the bead of precum that had threatened to drip onto the floral tile.
"I do." Bakugou murmured, and the boy closed his eyes and parted his lips, sucking the head of Bakugou's cock into his mouth, grasping the base and bobbing his head slowly.
Bakugou closed his eyes, leaning back against the doorframe and hissing quietly, carefully carding his fingers through the other's thick, dark curls.
"That's good…" Bakugou whispered softly, the boy kneeling before him humming and bobbing a bit quicker than before, his tongue laving up the underside of Bakugou's cock and teasing across the slit as he pulled back, licking his lips.
"You've done this before?" The boy asked, and Bakugou wasn't certain what exactly he was referring to, but he nodded his head anyway. The other watched him with a playful smile, then smoothed his hands over Bakugou's strong thighs, opening his mouth and licking at just the tip, glancing up at the blonde through his lashes.
Oh. Bakugou shifted his grip a bit, guiding the boy forward, tightening his hold and rocking his hips forward to give him more of his cock. The boy exhaled through his nose, moaning softly as Bakugou pushed deeper with each thrust, continuing in like fashion until he was bumping the back of his throat.
The boy didn't seem deterred. If anything, he urged Bakugou on, petting over his thighs and swallowing purposefully around his thick cock.
He wants me in control of this. Bakugou shivered as he rocked his hips forward, forcing more of his cock down the boy's throat. He wants me to fuck his mouth.
The boy's face was flushed now, pink highlighting his freckled cheeks in the dim light, his nostrils flaring as he breathed between thrusts. Bakugou licked his lips, panting quietly, feeling the telltale heat curling behind his navel begin to build, clenching his jaw and growling softly as he pulled the boy off of his cock.
The other was panting shakily as he blinked up at Bakugou slowly, tears caught in his lashes, and the last shred of doubt Bakugou had been holding onto abruptly fizzled out.
He tugged the boy up and crushed their mouths together, kissing him heatedly, and the boy whined softly against his mouth while tugging at his shoulders, guiding them towards the bed. Bakugou stripped him out of his blouse impatiently, popping a few buttons as he pulled the fabric free, shoving him down onto the mattress and climbing over him, the other laughing quietly as he arched up against Bakugou and urged him on with whispered French.
Once they were bared to one another, Bakugou turned him to lay face down against the sheets, tugging his hips up and grabbing his ass with both hands, kneading and teasing his cheeks before spreading them apart. He felt his stomach twist at finding he was already prepped, his skin slick with lube and shining in the lantern light, ready for Bakugou to continue without any further delay.
He lined himself up, hunched over the boy beneath him, and guided himself home. The other let out a soft cry at the sudden stretch, but it quickly faded into an appreciative moan, and once Bakugou was certain he wasn't in any pain he built a quick rhythm between them, groaning as he held the other's waist.
The boy beneath him grasped a handful of sheets, crying out and rocking back to meet each of Bakugou's thrusts, his voice muffled against the mattress. "Baise-moi! Baise-moi!" He urged, clenching around Bakugou tightly, and Bakugou didn't need to know the words he was saying to understand what he wanted. He pushed himself up onto his knees, gripping his hips tightly and thrusting in hard and fast, the other yelping eagerly and widening his stance to sink down further onto Bakugou's cock, Bakugou thrusting in as deep as he could possibly go.
The boy beneath him lifted his face from the sheets and cried out eagerly, his legs trembling as Bakugou held him in place, his back arching as he cried out desperately.
"J-Je vais-" He clenched around Bakugou tightly, rhythmically, and Bakugou kept up his pace, grunting softly in time with his thrusts. "Je vais jouir! Ah yes! Yes!"
"You gonna cum for me?" Bakugou growled out huskily, shifting one of his hands forward to wrap his fingers around the boy's weeping cock, giving him a few quick strokes, smearing precum across his skin and feeling his pulse throbbing in his cock.
"Ah, please!" The other cried out needily, trembling and clenching down around Bakugou hard. "Give it to me!"
"Fuck-" Bakugou breathed, and before he could stop himself he was cumming, groaning heatedly as he thrust into the boy beneath him shallowly, pumping his cock as the boy cried out, cumming in Bakugou's hand while curling his toes against the sheets.
Bakugou pulled out almost immediately, shivering as he watched the cum dripping languidly from the boy's clenching hole, cum and lube smeared across his thighs and reddened, plush cheeks. The boy was quiet beneath him, panting heavily and chuckling softly as he glanced back at Bakugou, meeting the blonde's eyes.
"Don't worry, I'm clean." He murmured breathlessly, stretching a bit and finding a comfortable spot on the messy sheets, patting the space beside him. "Relax a while, no? You've earned it."
Bakugou exhaled at that, feeling the tension in his shoulders lessening, and at the other's coaxing he settled down beside him on the mattress, the boy reaching towards his nightstand for a cigarette and matchbook, striking a match. He took a deep drag, then rolled onto his back to stare up at the ceiling, resting an arm over his waist and smiling to himself as he enjoyed his cigarette, Bakugou watching him quietly.
He hesitated for a while, then said gingerly, "You never told me your name."
The boy glanced over, meeting his eyes. He shrugged a little, shifting to tip his cigarette against the ashtray on the nightstand, then replied, "You didn't ask."
Bakugou frowned a little, watching him take another deep drag, then shifted forward a little, holding out his hand. The boy watched him for a moment before offering the cigarette, Bakugou bringing it to his lips and inhaling slowly, feeling the familiar fullness and burn of smoke filling his lungs. He exhaled slowly, offering the cigarette back, still watching the other expectantly.
The boy was watching him with a teasing smile, and after another drag he exhaled a plume of smoke towards the bedroom ceiling, and said while glancing away from Bakugou, "Midoriya. My given name is Izuku." He sat up, tipping his cigarette once more, before setting it aside in the ashtray. He got out of bed, then padded quietly towards the bathroom, flicking on the light and starting the shower, leaving Bakugou to himself in bed.
Bakugou listened to the sounds of the curtain being pulled back, of Midoriya stepping beneath the spray, and then humming a soft melody as he rinsed himself clean. He lay in his sheets, breathing in the smoke in the air, thinking about what they had just done, wondering if they would ever do it again.
Midoriya emerged from the shower a short while later, a fluffy towel wrapped around his lean frame, his dark curls falling across his eyes and cheeks. He took a seat beside Bakugou, reaching down and carding his fingers through the blonde's hair, then he inhaled softly, and asked, "How long will you stay?"
Bakugou blinked slowly, then replied after a moment, "My friends and I are spending the summer at a villa nearby."
Midoriya hummed curiously, watching Bakugou with something between polite interest and genuine intrigue. "You were with Shinsou before, no? You are staying at Château Jirou?"
Bakugou sat up at that, frowning a little and searching Midoriya's eyes. "You know Shinsou?"
Midoriya laughed quietly, tilting his head lightly and shrugging. He reached for the cigarette he had left behind, striking another match to light it up again, reclining back on one hand as he resumed smoking. "I know many people in this place. Shinsou, he comes and goes. He always stays at the château on holiday."
Bakugou wasn't sure why, but something about the way Midoriya spoke of Shinsou so casually, it made him wonder if they had shared similar experiences before. Midoriya seemed to notice his disquiet, and he reached out and touched Bakugou's shoulder, smoothing his fingertips along the curve of his clavicle slowly before trailing down his chest.
Bakugou watched him for a quiet moment, then caught his hand, squeezing Midoriya's fingertips lightly.
Midoriya watched him with a little smile, then drew back his hand, getting up and padding towards his closet, letting his towel drop while pulling out clean clothes to wear.
Bakugou watched him with a confused little frown, then asked, "You're going out again?"
Midoriya hummed, glancing back at Bakugou over his shoulder, offering him a little smile. "This was fun, but the night is young. It's much too early to be sleeping." He pulled a few things from the closet, then stepped towards the vanity nearby, settling down before it and putting out his cigarette before beginning to fuss with his curls.
Something between disgust and fury swept through Bakugou all at once, and he got up immediately, dressing himself quickly, stepping past Midoriya as he made his way to the bedroom door. Midoriya watched his reflection in the mirror, and Bakugou caught his eyes, Midoriya offering him a little smile.
"Perhaps another night, we might do this again?"
Bakugou didn't reply, just opened the door and closed it fast behind him, making his way down the hall in the dark. He realized his mistake as soon as he reached the end of the corridor, the door had been locked from the inside after all, and it was too dark to see how to let himself out on his own.
Midoriya's quiet footsteps followed after him, the other brushing past him lightly and unlocking the door to allow him outside. Bakugou didn't look down at him as he stepped past him and out into the warm summer night. He headed towards the villa without glancing back, Midoriya lingering in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, watching him go without exchanging goodbyes.
It was almost six weeks after that night before Bakugou saw Midoriya again, not at the bar this time, but at the small café nearby.
He looked different in daylight, his tanned skin littered with freckles, his dark curls shining in the sunlight. He was sitting across from a pretty girl in a frilly dress, sipping at a latte, and Bakugou had half the mind to turn around and leave then and there. Kirishima was at his side a moment later however, ushering him towards a table, and Jirou and Kaminari were already at the front counter, looking at the menu while deciding what to order.
Bakugou huffed irritably, resting his cheek in hand and casting his eyes purposefully away from Midoriya's table, picking up on bits and pieces of his conversation, the other boy's laughter making his skin crawl. Kirishima noticed his sudden mood-shift, glancing towards the table Midoriya occupied while leaning a bit closer, whispering, "Is that the guy you hooked up with that night at the bar?"
Bakugou's face turned crimson and he turned to hiss at Kirishima, "We are not talking about this right now-"
The moment he glanced towards Midoriya's table again, the other boy looked up and caught his eyes. They held one another's gaze for a moment, then Midoriya cast his eyes down and to the side, biting at his lip, before flicking his gaze up to meet Bakugou's again.
It had shivers tingling up Bakugou's spine for a completely different reason. He'd never been more grateful in his entire life for Kaminari to interrupt than in that moment, the bubbly blonde taking a seat opposite of Bakugou, effectively blocking his line of sight, Jirou settling down beside him with a smile.
"I'm so excited to visit the coast today!" She said happily, clapping her hands together. "It's been quite some time since I've been to the beach! It's too bad we couldn't convince Hitoshi to come with us."
"He seemed quite content when we left him." Kaminari laughed, leaning closer to kiss Jirou's cheek. "I think he was almost asleep floating in the pool! Hopefully he won't get sunburnt!"
"He tans surprisingly well, given his aversion to outdoor activities." Jirou sighed, wrinkling her nose a bit. "I, on the other hand, will most certainly need assistance reapplying sunscreen!"
"We'll definitely make use of your giant beach umbrella!" Kirishima laughed, glancing towards Bakugou again, the blonde's expression distant as he drummed his fingers across the tabletop. His thoughts were clearly elsewhere.
As Kaminari and Jirou chatted back and forth, Kirishima reached for Bakugou's hand beneath the table, leaning a little closer as Bakugou met his eyes.
"Hey, if you're not feeling up for a trip to the beach, just say so. It's okay if you'd rather stay behind."
Bakugou frowned a little, considering for a moment before shaking his head. "I'm fine. I think I just need some coffee." He looked to the front counter, then with a sigh he got up from his seat and walked closer, examining the pastries on display.
He stood there for a few minutes trying to make a decision before someone bumped up against him lightly, and to his horror he realized Midoriya and the girl he had been sitting with were examining the case as well, standing right beside him.
The girl was between them, and she was smiling and pointing to a few small cupcakes with floral icing, asking quietly, "Are these the strawberry ones you mentioned before?"
"They are, yes." Midoriya replied softly, watching her with a warm smile. "Would you like to try one? I'm sure you'll like it."
The girl nodded, speaking with the clerk behind the counter while Midoriya glanced over, meeting Bakugou's eyes.
"Stai fissando, mio fuoco." He said softly, slowly shifting to rest his arm around the girl's waist. "C'è qualcosa che volevi dire?"
Before Bakugou could say anything, the girl between them glanced up at Midoriya with a smile, giggling as she patted at his chest gently. "Oh I adore listening to you speak Italian! Thank you again, for treating me." She turned to accept the cupcake from the clerk, saying as they walked off together, "The next time I visit Europe, I'll be sure to have you along! You're one of the most personable translators I've ever met!" She waved her hand dismissively as she continued on, "Honestly, I wish I had asked you to come with us this time. We had the worst time navigating Rome without a competent guide!"
Midoriya laughed softly, bowing his head a bit. "You are too kind, signorina. I would love to be of assistance. Please, call upon me anytime."
Bakugou watched them as they settled down at their table again, his thoughts reeling. Midoriya was a translator? He spoke both French and Italian?
Bakugou huffed quietly, finally deciding on a coffee, accepting the cup and returning to Kirishima's side, the red-head watching him curiously.
Bakugou met his eyes, frowning and whispering under his breath, "Not one word!"
Kirishima was grinning, his canines gleaming in the sunlight as he laughed heartily, giving a little shrug. "There are worse reasons to skip out on a day trip to the beach." He replied, Bakugou scowling and glancing away, trying his best not to peek around Kaminari to watch what Midoriya was doing just beyond his line of sight.
In the end, he did decide to stay behind in the village, while Kirishima, Kaminari, and Jirou set out to the coast. They made plans to meet up later that night at one of the local restaurants, thinking that by then Shinsou may decide he wanted to socialize and join them.
Bakugou killed some time at the café, and once Midoriya was alone the two gravitated towards one another, eventually stepping out into the sunshine together, Midoriya offering Bakugou a secretive smile.
"It seems you're done with avoiding me?" Midoriya asked, and Bakugou frowned as he looked down at him, his hands in his pockets as they meandered towards the bar.
He thought about what he wanted to say for a moment, then asked, "Do you have casual sex with just anyone?"
Midoriya exhaled a soft breath of laughter, casually meeting Bakugou's eyes. "If I do, is that any concern of yours?"
"It is if we're hooking up." Bakugou replied with a frown, and Midoriya stopped walking, Bakugou stopping a few steps after.
"I was under the impression you weren't interested, after that night." He watched Bakugou closely, and this time only the faintest of smiles teased up his lips. His expression was distant, as if thinking about something else.
Bakugou took a breath before exhaling slowly, reaching up to card his fingers through his hair. "I'm not used to being so…" He wasn't certain how to describe it exactly, gesturing for a moment before trying again. "I wasn't expecting you to go out again afterwards. It…irked me." He paused for a moment, glancing aside. "I needed some time to wrap my head around it before seeing you again."
Midoriya stepped closer before Bakugou realized it, pressing his hands against Bakugou's chest and looking up into his eyes.
"Jealous, hmm?" He asked, a teasing smile playing across his lips, Bakugou's blush creeping across his cheeks and burning the tips of his ears.
"I mean, yeah? Who does that?" He clenched his jaw, growling out irritably, "We just had sex, and you're getting dressed to go out and find another guy? Was I not good enough?"
"If you wanted to go another round," Midoriya said softly, searching Bakugou's eyes, "You could have said so. If you want to keep me from going out with someone else," He smoothed his palm down Bakugou's chest, teasing along the edge of his shirt, curling his fingers against his belt. "You should offer to entertain me instead."
Bakugou tried to focus on Midoriya's words, but it was difficult with the way he was looking up at him, with how close he suddenly was. He swallowed thickly, then reached for Midoriya's waist, petting along his curves hesitantly. "Do you want to do that again with me?"
"Do I want to have sex with you again?" Midoriya asked, laughing impishly at the way Bakugou flushed. "Mmh, are you certain you won't become…irked this time?" He tugged up the edge of Bakugou's shirt, petting across the exposed skin just above his belt. "I cannot promise to invite only you into my bed, should you intend to have me wait so long in-between every time."
Bakugou exhaled shakily, then glanced around, noting the people walking here and there, talking amongst themselves and enjoying the sunshine. He wanted to do something. He wanted to pull Midoriya against him and kiss him breathless, and then haul him off to the hostel again, but it was different here and now, in the light of day. It felt different like this, being out in the open, exposed.
Midoriya sensed his unease, and took his hand, tugging him along quietly. They passed the bar, and then made their way to the hostel's side door, both glancing around to make sure they were alone before Midoriya unlocked the door and let them inside, closing the door behind them.
"No lock this time." Midoriya murmured, tugging Bakugou down to kiss him as the blonde pressed him back against the door. They lingered in the hallway for a while, kissing and holding one another close, before Midoriya eventually broke away and led Bakugou down the hall to his bedroom. Once they were inside, Bakugou wasted no time stripping Midoriya out of his clothes, and burying his face between his legs.
Midoriya gasped and arched against him, legs hooked over Bakugou's shoulders as the blonde lapped at his cock, bobbing and sucking, spreading Midoriya's thighs further apart. Midoriya gasped and moaned out sweetly as Bakugou tended to him, and eventually he pushed himself towards the middle of the bed, forcing Bakugou to crawl after him. He reached towards the nightstand and fetched a bottle of lube, making a show of it as he prepped himself beneath Bakugou's piercing gaze, the blonde stripping out of his clothes while kissing at Midoriya's thighs, watching his fingers work.
Midoriya stretched himself, scissoring his fingers and curling them inside, creating wet squelching sounds as he fucked himself on his fingers before Bakugou's crimson eyes. Bakugou nipped at his inner thighs, lifting his legs and watching as Midoriya added a third finger, the other whining softly at the stretch, his cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink, lips parted as he panted quietly.
"Fuck me." Midoriya whispered heatedly, and Bakugou lined himself up, Midoriya withdrawing his fingers and reaching for his cock, guiding him inside. "Fuck me, please…" Bakugou pressed in slowly, one inch at a time until he was buried to the hilt, Midoriya flexing his toes against the air as Bakugou hooked his legs over his shoulders once more, driving in slow and deep, the other gasping out heatedly, "So full…"
Bakugou chuckled at that, closing his eyes and groaning, reveling in the sensation of warm heat clenching around him, over and over again. Eventually Midoriya wiggled and urged Bakugou into a quicker pace, the blonde holding his hips and thrusting into him hard and fast, Midoriya practically screaming as he took more and more of Bakugou's cock.
"Fuck yes! Ah, fuck - you're so deep!"
"Yeah?" Bakugou chuckled, bending Midoriya in half as he pressed closer, driving in and out ruthlessly, memorizing Midoriya's expression as he coaxed him closer to the edge. "You like that, huh? You want more?"
Midoriya nodded quickly, panting as he moaned and squirmed beneath him, biting his lip as tears gathered in his eyes, "So good, so good!"
"That's right, yeah - feels so fucking good." He ducked his head for a moment, moaning and shivering as he felt the heat coiling inside of him begin to ascend. "You like me being inside of you, huh?" He glanced up, holding Midoriya's eyes. "You want me to cum in you again?"
"Yes! Yes!" Midoriya gasped, arching his back as well as he could with Bakugou pounding him into the mattress. "Please, I'm gonna cum! I'm so fucking close-"
"Fucking slut," Bakugou growled out deeply, nipping at Midoriya's shoulder before breathing against his ear, "Does feeling me cumming inside of you get you off, huh? You wanna feel me spill?"
"Please!" Midoriya cried, his body convulsing as he tightened his grip on the sheets, reaching up and clawing at Bakugou's chest, "Cum in me!"
"Holy fucking shit-" Bakugou closed his eyes and let himself go, crying out as his orgasm crashed over him in a breaking wave. His chest was stinging smartly where Midoriya's nails had left marks behind, his hips still thrusting as he emptied himself inside of the boy beneath him, Midoriya letting out a heated, satisfied sound.
When Bakugou pulled back, he realized Midoriya had cum between them, his release smeared across their stomachs, his chest flushed pink and his nipples perked, his legs trembling as he tried to catch his breath.
Bakugou watched him for a moment before dipping down to claim a kiss, Midoriya humming and wrapping his arms around Bakugou's neck, kissing him back slowly. They rested together, Midoriya curled up against his side, the sheets tangled around them, and once they had caught their breaths Bakugou rolled on top of him again, and began working them both towards their next orgasms.
Eight weeks passed like this, Bakugou and Midoriya hooking up almost every night. Bakugou was certain with the amount of time he spent with Midoriya, the other boy wasn't seeing anyone else, and though they never spoke about being in a relationship they were exclusively fucking one another, and Bakugou began to develop feelings beyond their casual relationship.
Midoriya however seemed impervious to developing feelings. He was sweet and gentle at times, but never romantic. It was confusing for Bakugou, but in the end he understood why Midoriya wouldn't want to get too close. Bakugou was leaving at the end of the summer, and it was likely that they would never see one another again.
Despite knowing the end was inevitable, they spent their time together, sharing themselves and exploring one another. At the end of the third month, as the seasons began to change, Bakugou began to feel a restlessness he couldn't quell. There were only a few days left before Bakugou and his travelmates were scheduled to depart, and return to their hometown.
The thought of never seeing Midoriya again, of never hearing his voice, or breathing in his scent, or feeling the warmth of his freckled skin, it haunted him. It was slowly driving Bakugou mad.
He decided that tonight they would play things differently. He met up with Midoriya earlier than usual, and they went to one of the restaurants nearby to share a meal, their table adorned with soft candlelight. Midoriya was watching him with a soft expression, sipping at his wine as the waiter brought them fresh bread and olives to share, taking their orders before leaving them once more.
"Well, this was unexpected." Midoriya teased quietly, setting aside his glass and reaching for an olive, bringing it slowly to his lips before popping it into his mouth.
Bakugou watched him with an indiscernible expression, his eyes tracing over the shadows the candlelight cast across Midoriya's face, memorizing the way his dark irises shone in the soft light.
"You know there's only a few days left. I'm leaving at the end of the week."
Midoriya chewed slowly, humming quietly as he did so, folding his hands atop the table before him and searching Bakugou's eyes. "Yes, I realize that." He smiled a little as he leaned closer to the center of the table, reaching out to tear off a piece of warm bread from their shared loaf. "If this is your way of treating me after the summer we spent together, I assure you it's hardly necessary." He settled back in his chair with a soft sigh, tearing off a smaller piece from the handful of bread he'd gathered and bringing it to his lips, his gaze cast to the side to avoid Bakugou's eyes.
Bakugou felt anxiety twisting in his stomach, and he exhaled quietly before murmuring, "Is there no part of you that wants to remain in contact with me once I've gone?"
"For what purpose?" Midoriya asked, meeting Bakugou's eyes again, his lips turned down into a little frown. "Do not act as if we'll ever see each other again. Don't ruin the time that's been shared between us." He set his bread aside, dusting his hands lightly before folding them once more. "What we have now is good, it has been and will continue to be until you leave. Isn't that enough?"
Bakugou's shoulders tensed, and he curled his fingers against the cloth napkin resting atop his lap, retorting gruffly, "I don't understand how you've managed to avoid catching feelings, despite the time that's passed. How do you do it? How do you just…come into people's lives and then leave-"
"I'm not the one who is leaving!" Midoriya spat, narrowing his eyes as he pushed himself away from the table, standing and turning away from Bakugou without looking back, quickly making his way towards the entry with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Enfant stupide!"
Bakugou was taken back by his sudden reaction, standing from the table quickly and following after, catching Midoriya's wrist just as he stepped outside.
"Ne me touche pas!" Midoriya hissed, jerking his wrist from Bakugou's grasp and turning to face him, his face flushed, his eyes glassy with tears. "Tu ne sais rien de moi! Rien! Comment oses-tu-"
"I can't understand you!" Bakugou growled, reaching for Midoriya again. The other boy jerked away from Bakugou's grasp again while shoving at his chest, turning away from the restaurant and walking off into the night.
The waiter was calling after him in a concerned tone, and Bakugou realized he had yet to pay for their meal, though he'd left his wallet behind. He turned and apologized, asking the waiter to please wait, and then he ran off after Midoriya, catching up to him just as he began walking through shadowed rows of grapevines.
Bakugou caught Midoriya's hand this time, squeezing his fingers and urging him to stop. "Don't walk away from me! Please I-" He shook his head, his shoulders trembling as Midoriya's steps gradually drew to a halt. He could hear the other breathing unevenly, his chest tight and his heartbeat trapped in his throat. He lowered his tone, then tugged Midoriya towards him hesitantly, waiting for the other to turn around and meet his eyes. "Please. I just…I'm trying to understand."
"You don't need to understand!" Midoriya forced out, pressing a hand over his mouth and mumbling a few words in French, Bakugou gently releasing his hand and reaching out to him, wrapping his arms around Midoriya's frame from behind.
"I'm sorry I upset you." He murmured quietly, lowering his head to press his lips against Midoriya's shoulder. "I…I care about you, and I don't want to leave you. I thought that maybe if we stayed in contact, I could come see you again-"
"You won't." Midoriya said bitterly, laughing against the back of his hand. "You won't. You won't."
"How can you say that?" Bakugou asked, trying to turn Midoriya to face him, but the other boy stubbornly refused to meet his eyes. "Izuku, please-"
"You'll leave." Midoriya whispered, glancing up to meet Bakugou's eyes. "You always leave, always." His brow was pinched, and tears threatened to spill down his ruddy cheeks, swimming in his eyes. "You think I feel nothing? You think I am incapable of love?"
He laughed as the first of his tears fell, and it was a broken, beautiful sound.
"I have loved." He whispered, crushing a hand against his chest. "I have promised my heart to another, a lifetime ago, and he never came back. He never came back."
He pushed Bakugou away, taking a step back, turning his face away.
"You're just like him. You come here, you say pretty things. Things you don't mean." He reached up to wipe his eyes, his breath hitching as he fought against his tears, swallowing thickly before murmuring, "You leave me here, again and again. You leave me alone, and you never look back."
Bakugou clenched his jaw, reaching for Midoriya once more, and this time when he pulled the other into his arms Midoriya didn't fight his hold. "I'm sorry he hurt you." Bakugou whispered gently, tucking Midoriya's face against his shoulder. "I'm sorry you feel like you can't trust me at my word, but I mean it, Izuku. I mean what I say." He pressed a kiss to Midoriya's temple, carding his fingers gently through the other boy's curls. "I want to be with you, I don't want this to be the end."
Midoriya laughed softly, his fingers curling against Bakugou's chest. "You think you love me?" He asked in a trembling voice, slowly shaking his head. "This is simply infatuation. You know nothing of love."
"I know I want to try." Bakugou whispered, Midoriya shivering as Bakugou tightened his hold. "I want to try to make this work. Do you? Do you want to be with me too?"
"No." Midoriya hissed out, a soft sob escaping him. "I cannot. I cannot make the same mistake again-"
Bakugou drew back a step, tilting up Midoriya's face, his brow arched as he searched the other's teary eyes. "Tell me you feel nothing for me." He whispered gently, "Tell me this is all one-sided."
"Why are you doing this to me?" Midoriya breathed out shakily, curling his hand into a fist and beating at Bakugou's chest weakly. "I hate you. I hate you."
"No you don't." Bakugou whispered, cupping Midoriya's face, stroking his thumb across his wet cheek. "You have feelings for me, don't you? You want to be with me too. You're just afraid." Bakugou leaned closer, pressing their foreheads together, closing his eyes as he confided in a shaky whisper, "I'm scared too. I'm scared you'll find someone else, that you'll forget about me. That even if I come to see you again, it won't mean anything to you."
Midoriya sniffed quietly, blinking slowly, focusing on Bakugou's words. He flexed his fingertips against Bakugou's chest, then asked in a soft, tinny voice, "You'll really come to see me? You swear it?"
"I swear." Bakugou murmured, watching Midoriya's expressions as he pressed a kiss to his forehead, then to his nose, his lips trailing across his cheeks. "I swear I won't just leave you behind. I promise I'll call you. I'll write you letters, I'll send you postcards. I'll think about you every day."
"Swear to me." Midoriya insisted again, clinging to Bakugou's wrist while his other hand tugged at Bakugou's shoulder, the blonde wrapping him in a tight embrace. "Swear you won't forget about me. Swear to me!"
"I could never." Bakugou whispered, and Midoriya sobbed against his shoulder, tugging Bakugou closer, holding onto him impossibly tight. "I swear to you. I swear it."
"Okay." Midoriya breathed, his entire frame trembling as he cried his heart out, and slowly he relaxed into Bakugou's arms, his tears gradually fading into soft sniffles.
Bakugou rubbed along his back in slow, heavy passes, holding him close and whispering soft reassurances, his chest twisting tightly as he held Midoriya close. The other boy rested against his chest for a long while, then slowly drew back, wiping at his face once more, an embarrassed little blush tingeing his freckled cheeks.
"We should probably go back and pay for our meals." Midoriya murmured quietly, and Bakugou laughed gently while holding his waist, humming his agreement with a smile.
"I left my wallet behind." He replied with a low chuckle, and Midoriya smiled as well, laughing alongside him.
"Shall we take dinner to go?" He asked, meeting Bakugou's eyes, petting across his broad chest affectionately. "I think I would enjoy it more, if I were alone with you."
Bakugou's expression softened, and he dipped down to steal a kiss, Midoriya reaching up to cup his face lightly.
"I'd like that." Bakugou whispered, taking Midoriya's hand, the two walking together back towards the restaurant, leaving the grapevines behind.
Those final three days were different from the weeks they had spent together before. No longer were they simply hooking up, they began earnestly spending time together for more that just sex. They began holding hands and kissing in front of others, no longer trying to hide their relationship. They both lowered their walls, opening up to one another and sharing their secrets, making promises they both intended to keep.
When it came time for Bakugou to go, they both couldn't stop crying, clinging to one another while whispering affections and reassurances, holding onto one another for as long as they possibly could before they had to let go.
Bakugou searched Midoriya's eyes, petting his cheek and giving him another kiss, murmuring against his lips, "I'll be back next summer, I swear to you. We'll be together again soon."
Midoriya nodded, sniffing and reaching up to unfasten one of his necklaces, shifting to latch the small chain around Bakugou's neck instead, the blonde looking down at the tiny medallion in surprise.
"It's Saint Christopher." Midoriya explained quietly, petting the medallion with his fingertips. "May it protect you, and bring you back to me."
Bakugou offered Midoriya an affectionate smile, then dipped down to claim another kiss, pulling the other close. "Every moment we are apart, I will carry you with me. Until we're together again."
Midoriya smiled and nodded, letting out a teary peal of laughter, his eyes swimming with fresh tears. "Je t'aime, mon feu. Je vais t'attendre."
"Je t'adore, mon amour." Bakugou whispered back gently, and Midoriya's face lit up in surprise, Bakugou grinning from ear to ear as his chest fluttered. It seemed practicing with Jirou for the past several nights had paid off after all.
Kaminari was in much the same state, crying quietly while saying his goodbyes to Jirou. Kirishima and Shinsou stood side-by-side at a short distance, exchanging a few words while watching their companions, until eventually they separated and began to depart.
Midoriya stood with Jirou and Shinsou, looking out across the rolling hills of countryside stretching away from the small village, Bakugou, Kirishima, and Kaminari waving to them as they went. Bakugou could barely bring himself to look away from Midoriya, but finally forced himself to turn and look ahead, Kirishima offering him a gentle smile, clapping his hand against Bakugou's shoulder and tilting his face up towards the sun.
"Aren't you glad you came?" Kirishima teased with a smile, and Bakugou chuckled softly while reaching up to touch his borrowed medallion, tracing his fingertips against the textured surface.
"Next summer can't come soon enough." Bakugou whispered, and Kirishima hummed his agreement, reaching out to wrap his other arm around Kaminari's shoulders, their usually bubbly travelmate still trying to quiet his sobs.
Bakugou listened to Kirishima comfort him, his chest twisting tightly, and he dared to glance back over his shoulder, spotting Midoriya in the distance, still standing in the same spot Bakugou had left him.
He paused his steps, his heart aching as he lifted his hand, and Midoriya echoed his movements, spanning his fingers against the brilliant sunlight.
Bakugou returned to Midoriya's side the following spring, unable to wait until the summer months to be reunited with him again.
This time, when he ascended the stairs to the upper patio, and found Midoriya leaning against the banister smoking a cigarette, he was the one to approach and say something first.
Midoriya tensed slightly as he felt a hand on his shoulder, glancing over and meeting Bakugou's eyes, inhaling sharply in surprise and dropping his cigarette as his face twisted with too many emotions to express.
Bakugou chuckled softly, tugging Midoriya into his arms, cupping his head as he whispered into his dark curls, "Me voici, mon amour. Oh, comme tu m'as manqué."
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
However far away, I will always love you
However long I stay, I will always love you
Whatever words I say, I will always love you
I will always love you…
Lyrics: Lovesong by Adele
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