DISCLAIMER: This story takes place after the class have graduated from U.A. All students were offered positions in the all new U.A. College, where they continue to take classes, internships and improve themselves as heroes.
All characters are now 18+.
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Glancing at his mobile phone screen, the rough looking blonde sighed. As much as he enjoyed cooking, he couldn't help but let his impatience get the better of him when cooking certain meals. Today's dish was extra spicy rice cakes, which were now almost complete and were left to slowly reduce in the pan.
Learning to cook at a young age had proved amazing for Bakugou; he could not only merely survive as a young adult, but he was also able to create many different types of food in the kitchen. This was unlike his classmates who, even at the age of 18, had trouble in simply putting a few ingredients together.
"Kacchan, what are you cooking?" a chirpy voice inquired.
"The blonde's eyebrows instantly buried in his forehead at the voice. It was the annoyingly familiar sound of his childhood friend, Midoriya. This so-called friend had slowly made his way to the top of Bakugou's most hated list.
"Deku… What do you want, shitty nerd?" he growled, glaring at the green-haired figure.
"I made food too," he replied, making his way towards a nearby drawer.
Midoriya pulled out the drawer, picked up a spoon and some chopsticks and stood upright. He motionlessly watched the other scruffy haired man fiddle around with his meal, before he turned around and faced him with a bowl of food securely held in his hands.
"And?" he snarled, pushing his way past the smaller man, "It's not like you're any good at cooking anyway,"
Midoriya remained silent, watching the angered man reach the doorway to the common room. Bakugou didn't bother looking back and simply wandered to find a secluded place to eat his meal in peace.
"Wait!" the curly haired man called, "But I've gotten better!"
"Tch... You'll never be better than me. Now, leave me the hell alone!" Bakugou snapped.
Midoriya continued to follow the loud man. He plonked himself down opposite him; this time looking determined as he spoke.
"You try some of my food, Kacchan," he insisted, using his spoon to scoop up a collection of the ingredients from his bowl, "Open wide-"
In immediate response, Bakugou slammed his hands on the table, standing up straight and glaring down at the seated figure opposite him. Midoriya was feebly holding the spoon mid-air, awkwardly.
"I'm not trying your shitty food, dickfuck!" he exploded, "And mine is always gonna be better than yours!"
Midoriya's grip on his cutlery began to tighten. He had put a lot of effort into learning how to fend for himself, and to be shut down repeatedly like this was getting increasingly frustrating.
Suddenly, Bakugou felt a hand on his shoulder, tugging at him to return to his seat. Upon glancing over his shoulder, he saw three faces staring back at him.
"Calm down Bakugou," a calm but steady voice spoke, "If you like, we can try the food and tell you who's is better!"
It was Kirishima who spoke confidently, standing next to a grinning Uraraka and an excitable Kamirnari.
Bakugou exhaled audibly as he dropped back into his seat, "Fine. Just hurry up and don't eat all of my damn food… I'm starving,"
He glanced up to see a proud looking freckled face, grinning in accomplishment.
The three hurriedly took tastes from both of the bowls, mumbling amongst themselves, as if judging some sort of cooking show.
"Bakugou, yours is too spicy! Deku-kun wins!" Uraraka chuckled, pushing the bowls back confidently.
"What the fuck do you mean, that shitbag wins?!" Bakugou yelled, once again standing up from the chair.
"See, Kacchan! I'm learning from you!" Midoriya smiled.
"No, you're not! You're leaching off of me!" he replied, pouting his lips in frustration, "I'm way further ahead than you in everything, anyway. Cooking included,"
Kaminari laughed to himself, "You're so competitive, Bakugou… You always have to one-up everyone,"
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Bakugou and Midoriya began to find themselves competing over every aspect of their every day lives. Not only academically, but also with mundane things like folding laundry, being on time to class, or video game high scores.
Within class, both students would race to finish quizzes, try to be the first to answer questions, and push themselves even further beyond during gym class. Despite Bakugou wanting to improve, he felt a different type of motivation this time around. It was almost as if Midoriya was taunting him. Bakugou hadn't noticed much of a difference when it came to Midoriya's behavior, however; he had always been trying to outshine Bakugou.
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The final class of the day had just ended, and students were changing back into their normal clothes after a tough training session. There was a constant buzz of chatter throughout the changing room.
"Today was amazing!" Sero exclaimed, "Did you see my new ultimate move, dude?"
"Yeah, that was a huge improvement," Todoroki replied, calmly but encouragingly.
Bakugou couldn't resist but to scan the room with his narrow eyes. After having a very disappointing session of failure and troubles, he was adamant on finding out what the green haired boy was up to. Had he been successful? Had he discovered any new skills? Had he gotten much stronger?
"Did you have a good session?" Midoriya asked, popping up behind him and causing the blonde to tense in surprise.
"Don't fucking sneak up on me like that!" he spoke, through gritted teeth.
Midoriya stood shirtless and glistening in sweat, both hands holding onto his shirt in front of him. His wide eyes stared up at Bakugou, who frowned in response.
Watching a droplet of sweat fall down the side of Midoriya's cheeks was strangely mesmrizing to the red-eyed man. It didn't fall straight, but instead zig-zagged across his skin. It eventually reached the tip of his chin and plopped gently onto Midoriya's bare chest. Bakugou was unable to divert his eyes. The droplet sat there, aggravating him more and more.
Just fucking wipe it away, that's gross.
"Kacchan, are you ok? You're staring at my-"
Bakugou couldn't take it. He reached his thumb and glided it over the sweat drop from left to right. Unexpectedly, he felt his thumb run over a bump.
"Ahh-" Midoriya flinched, letting a faint moan slip out.
He immediately clasped his hands over his mouth in embarrassment. He had unknowingly let out a moan; it was so unexpected! Bakugou's heart almost stopped.
Oh crap, did I just touch his nipple?
Midoriya's cheeks became flushed; he stared back at the blonde with a look of fear and confusion in his eyes, before slapping his hand over his chest. Bakugo gulped, before deciding to play it off.
"W-what?" Bakugou asked, feeling a huge wave of embarrassment run over him.
His voice was shaky but loud, as he attempted to feign his innocence. Cringing at the feeling it had left on his thumb, he rubbed his right hand on his pants firmly.
"You touched my…" Midoriya trailed off, looking down at his chest again.
He had hoped that Bakugou hadn't noticed the moan that slipped out, nor how erect his nipple had become. Of course, he hadn't told anybody about his attraction to men, nevermind his raging crush on his childhood friend. And didn't want anyone, especially not Bakugou, to find out in a place like this.
Bakugou on the other hand, glanced away once before looking back at the flustered boy.
The way Midoriya looked was supisingly and strangely appealing to him... Such a high striving hero to be rendered a hot mess by a simple graze of the hand. It was ideal; a perfect way to secure Bakugou in the number one position; and a perfect way to make Midoriya put on edge.
"Come here," Bakugou hissed, gesturing for the other to come closer.
Midoriya obeyed, glancing around in a panic, and still trying his best to discreetly cover his nipple.
"I don't know why you're covering that," Bakugou uttered, gesturing with his head to avoid having to make eye contact, "…something else of yours is hard too… fucking pervert…"
Midoriya's eyes widened in shock. He peered down only to see his pants tightly restricting the bulge underneath.
"Wait, stop looking!" Midoriya exclaimed, hurriedly running to face the wall and hide his shame.
"I wasn't looking," Bakugou replied lowly.
And he wasn't.
Midoriya's eyebrows furrowed; his face plastered with an expression Bakugou had never seen on him before. The emerald eyes awkwardly flickered to the man next to him, who was now half clothed, fondling with the buttons on his shirt to to pull it together. The eyes stuck to Bakugou like glue. He wanted to say something to him, but his throat had tightened up in a fit of panic.
"You told me to stop looking, but you're staring at me? What, you finally realised I'm limited edition or something?" he conceited, feeling powerful in this position.
The curly haired boy was finally able to drag his eyes away from Bakugou. He started at the ground, frustrated and upset.
"W-well…" he stumbled, "You'd feel t-the same if I were to touch yours…"
Midoriya noticed the fluid movements of the blonde suddenly freeze. Bakugou turned to completely face the shorter boy in one full swoop.
"You're kidding, right?" he scoffed, throwing on his college jacket, "I barely touched you and you look like you're about to fucking cum in your pants… If you touched me, I'd just vomit... Gross,"
Midoriya pouted, "Liar…", he uttered, fiddling with his own hands.
"I'm not a liar, dickface!" Bakugou proclaimed, his eyebrows now entirely buried in his forehead.
Midoriya couldn't help but find this situation a little amusing. Just as much as Bakugou enjoyed watching him get embarrassed, he also enjoyed watching Bakugou getting defensive; it was easier than winding up a children's toy. His teeth were clenched as he took a large step towards Midoriya, who had been trying to keep a straight face to mask his inner monologue.
"Then, can I touch one...? Just so you can prove it?" Midoriya enquired innocently.
He knew that by asking this he was crossing the line, and that it probably wouldn't work, but it was as if some force made him unable to hold back from asking. He wanted to see how far he could take this. He knew he was being manipulative, and as a result, a tinge of guilt struck him, but this guilt was soon shot down after hearing the blonde's reply.
"…Fine... But only to prove I'm not a weirdo like you,"
Bakugou had caved in; he wanted to prove his surperiority.
This is really happening...?!
Midoriya almost couldn't believe the response he had received. Was Bakugou really this easily controlled?
Without waiting, he took a tiny step forward to close the gap between the two, pressing his open hand onto Bakugou's shirt. Through the shirt, his chest felt tense, firm and warm; almost exactly how Midoriya had imagined. His index finger began tracing Bakugou's chest in search of the target, finding it with ease and gently gliding over it a couple of times. His finger and thumb then met, attempting to grab the nipple firmly over and over again. Midoriya's entire focus was on the sight in front of him, all of his senses shot into overdrive; he even felt every single breath Bakugou took. These slow, deep breaths had switched into shorter and shallower ones, before Midoriya's scarred hand felt an obvious tremble as he rubbed the fabric quicker. In response, the freckled boy released a quiet moan, pushing himself onto Bakugou and finding himself lost in the moment; he was being so selfish, but he had wanted to do this for so long-
THWACK.
Midoriya was then struck with a viscous palm to his shoulder, almost toppling him over.
"What the fuck are you doing? And you're doing it in front of everyone?!" the blonde exploded, glaring directly at the smaller boy.
With burning hot ears, Bakugou panickily scanned the changing room with his eyes. Luckily, it seemed as if nobody had saw the oddly gutsy actions of the dumb nerd in front of him.
"Oh…" Midoriya felt himself also turning red, "…But, your breathing felt different… you liked it, didn't you?"
The taller figure hurriedly threw his bag on his back, ignoring Midoriya's words. He stormed out, leaving the green haired boy in silence. Bakugou headed directly to the restroom, where he entered a cubicle and slammed the door behind him.
What the fuck? I'm not a girl... That shouldn't have felt good...
And, crap… I'm hard.
He did not want that stupid nerd to win; he needed to hide his reaction.
Bakugou was lost in thought; utterly confused... The only reason he was enjoying it must have been because he hadn't masturbated in at least a week... Right? That must have been it, right?
He threw down the toilet lid, sitting with his head in his hands and waiting for the tightness of his pants to go away.
This was a weird turn of events, but it was the end of the college day and there was nothing more Bakugou wanted than to sit alone in his room and cool down. He was going to forget about what had just happened...
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Author Note:
Thank you for reading Chapter One! Chapter Two will be out soon! (^.^) It will be very smutty!
