Authors Note: Yay! Next chapter!
Midoriya, after managing to clean himself just barely from the mess, both on his bare skin and inside his underwear, hitched up the black sweatpants thrown at him earlier. They hung daringly low; exposing his lower stomach, obviously due to his huge difference in body frame. Ruffling his hand through his messy locks, he looked himself up and down in the large mirror before him.
That… really had just happened. He had really just jerked off with the guy that proclaimed his hated for him almost every single day. The guy he had grown up with, and for some reason, was unable to stop following around like a lost puppy.
What did it even mean? Was Bakugou gay? Surely not… right?
Perhaps it was some way to… get back at him?
He shook his head to himself.
It was probably because Midoriya walked in on something he shouldn't have, he decided with a sigh. Like a punishment for intruding and not listening. And anyways, there was a magazine covered in half-naked women right by his bed; there was no way that he didn't like women. And there was even slimmer of a chance that he would be interested in Midoriya in the slightest.
But despite all of that, Midoriya couldn't help but feel his guilt grow… What if Bakugou regretted what he had just done? After all, Midoriya was the one to egg him on and to push all of the buttons he knew Bakugou got teased by the most…
But, nonetheless, he felt his cheeks return to their dark pink shade as he came to the realization that, despite all odds, that had just happened. And it seemed unreal.
Checking his appearance in the mirror once more, and noticing the uninvited smirk appearing on his face, he attempted to calm himself down before grabbing his jeans. He quickly folded them, trying his best to hide the stains that were definitely going to appear if he didn't promptly wash them.
"Can you hurry up, damnit?!" yelled an irritated voice.
Midoriya had figured he had probably spent at least fifteen minutes in there without even asking if Bakugou needed to clean himself up too.
"Ah, sorry, coming now," he replied, hurriedly grasping at the handle and letting himself out of the bathroom.
As he stepped back into the bedroom, stood waiting impatiently was a frowning blonde, who refused to give eye contact. He slowly walked past Midoriya, who didn't try hiding his gaze that locked onto him.
"Put your jeans with my laundry," Bakugou said, lowly, "Don't go outside with them. It'll be… obvious,"
Midoriya left the other to use the restroom, as he eyed around the room. He found a half-empty laundry basket, to which he placed his jeans into, feebly. He wasn't really sure what to make of his own emotions; half of him was utterly ashamed and the other was excited, hopeful and even wishing for more.
The 'it'll be obvious' perhaps should have been something to sadden Midoriya, but it actually had just made him more excited. It was like some sort of dirty secret that he finally got to hold.
God- What had gotten into him?!
"Go back to your room," Bakugou told him, re-entering his bedroom in the loose pair of pyjamas that Midoriya thought suited him so well.
"Right…"
After taking one more glance at the area he had been kneeling just moments before, he exited the room and began walking back to his own. The sweatpants that hung around his waist continued to slide down, not enough to fall off, but enough for Midoriya to feel exposed. He tugged them back up after every other step.
"Deku! Where are you going?"
His clouded thoughts were pierced by the sudden chirpy voice, causing his entire body to freeze up.
"Midoriya, you good?" another voice sang playfully.
Coming into sight were two women, grinning widely and heading straight for Midoriya.
"Oh! Uraraka, Ashido! H-Hey!" he forced a smile onto his face.
After arriving, Urarakas grin dropped. She glanced up and down at Midoriya before speaking again.
"What happened?" she asked, lowly.
"Nothing!" he replied, unable to hide his panic.
"Midoriya, you look like you just got caught hiding a body," Mina chuckled, sarcastically.
His eyes danced around in every direction other than the two standing in front of him. He wanted to tell Uraraka what had just happened. Well, he first needed to explain his long standing raging crush on Bakugou. Now was probably the time to let it out, right?
But how would he get Ashido out the way?
"…You okay?" the pink haired girl asked, in a more sincere tone this time.
His green eyes finally met her gaze; concern painted over her face. She obviously cared about him, and it would be stupid, he decided, to hide it from her. Besides, he needed to slowly tell more people slowly; step by step; and maybe he could start with Ashido.
But what would he say to them? Would he explain the encounter he had just had? Or perhaps start it off slowly by explaining his crush.
"Can we go somewhere private? I… I need to tell you something, Ashido…" he mumbled, "Uraraka already knows,"
Uraraka watched in shock and then glee as the realisation hit her.
"Let's go to my room!", she insisted.
Staring at the ceiling in silence, Bakugou felt the air flow into and out of his body with every breath.
What the fuck did he just do? Why didn't he just kick him out? Shit.
That nerd was definitely about to run his mouth to someone, or worse… everyone. Bakugou knew it. Deku was the kind of person to need to let his stupid shitty feelings out. The kind of person that clung to others when he needed help.
But at this point, what could Bakugou do about it? He had already fucked everything up by having that sexual encounter with Midoriya.
Was that sex? Surely, he didn't just have sex with Deku.
Fuck. Bakugou didn't even know why it was so appealing.
But it felt so good.
That shitty nerd felt so good.
He looked good too.
But Bakugou had assumed that his urge to want to see Deku in a state like that would have gone away after actually doing it; like blowing out a candle.
But he was wrong. Lord, he was wrong.
He had just barely seen the back of the scrawny mop head leave, and he already had begun wishing he was back on the floor, choking-
Bzzzt.
The cell phone on the bedside table vibrated aggressively twice. He reached over, pulling it towards him and holding it above his head. There was an unread text message.
Kirishima: Sup?
He sighed, before replying quickly.
Bakugou: What do you want.
Kirishima: …Nothing, just wanted to see what you're up to.
Bakugou: It's like 11pm, I'm obviously in bed.
Kirishima: Kay.
Bakugou frowned. That was it?
He threw his phone down next to him before it lit up with another buzz.
Kirishima: You still got that book I gave you?
Bakugou: …What book?
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What kind of book would he have gotten from Kirishima?
Oh shit.
He glanced at the trash can under his desk, which now contained the burnt pages of the indecent magazine that he had destroyed. If only shitty Deku wouldn't have made a fuss out of taking his shirt off…
On the phone screen, the eclipse began to dance, signalling Kirishima typing his reply. In a panic, Bakugou hurriedly sent a couple of messages before his friend had the time to clarify.
Bakugou: Oh
Bakugou: Yeah
Bakugou: I have it
Bakugou: Why?
The eclipses halted.
Kirishima: Can I have it back? I mean, if you're not using it.
Well, shit.
Bakugou: Oh. I kind of broke it.
Kirishima: Wait, what? How?!
Bakugou: I just broke it when I was using it…
Oh, man. That must have sounded weird. But he decided it was definitely better than telling the truth…
Kirishima: WHAT?! Did you use AP-Shot on it or something?! Hahahahahaha
Bakugou: I'll pay you back.
Kirishima: No, dude, don't worry about the money! LOL.
Bakugou rolled his eyes, tossing the phone onto the bed again. But for a second time, he snatched it up almost immediately and began composing his next message.
Bakugou: On a similar topic, what counts as losing your virginity?
The cell immediately began shaking in Bakugou's hands. But he needed to decline the call. Although he could have just searched it online, he was almost certain his best friend knew more than he did in this department. All of the stuff online would probably refer to a man and a woman having sex... And Bakugou not only didn't have time for idle chit-chat; he didn't want to be questioned on the spot.
Instead, he needed to focus on how he would face Midoriya in class tomorrow. And perhaps, how to discuss this with Kirishima without seeming suspicious.
Bakugou: Nevermind, goodnight.
Kirishima: Dude, answer!
"YOU'RE GAY?!" Ashido yelped, before being smacked around the head with a pillow.
"QUIET!" Uraraka yelped, her grip tight on the pillow "Nobody knows,"
"All this time I thought you guys were fucking! You're just Uraraka's gay best friend?"
Midoriya felt his ears heat up. He knew this is how people would react. But he was actually quite thankful that she wasn't hateful about it.
"Thanks for keeping it a secret, Ashido," he said confidently.
"But how long are you going to keep this a secret? Does your mom even know?"
His eyes dropped to the floor.
"…No,"
Uraraka reached her hand around him, "It's ok. You'll get there! It's a big thing. Especially here in Japan…"
"Yeah, you will! You can talk to us about it now," The curly haired girl grinned wholesomely, before her expression changed into a more sinister one, "So, you got a crush? What do you think of the guys here?"
"No, he doesn't-" Uraraka giggled, before finding herself getting cut off.
"Actually…" he stuttered, "…That's why I wanted to talk to you…"
Authors Note: Bakugou enjoying his time with Deku and being angry about it is my favorite (^.^;;) More coming soon!
