Chapter 3: Can't run from it

"Dammit! What the fuck was that all about?" Cursed Bakugo as he smacked the shower tiles in the changing room shower, causing tiny cracks to web across the ceramic surface. After what happened between him and Deku he needed to cool down. The shower barely kept the strange hazy feeling he suddenly felt during his sparring match. It completely took over and had full reign over his every action. The fucked up part was that it felt good. Too good. In fact his whole day seem to be tipping sideways.

First, it was this morning. He woke up in a cold sweat, unsure of what startled him awake in the first place. He couldn't remembering dreaming of anything terrifying or upsetting. It was a blank. He decided that a quick shower would shock him out of whatever seem to settle just beneath his heated skin. But, what really threw him off was the way Deku was staring at him in the bathroom. While brushing those nasty germs away with his toothbrush, he notice his green haired, freckly, roommate giving his the droopy eyes. At first, he figured Deku was still half asleep, then as he focused on his classmate, he noticed that that expression wasn't one of sleep, it was different. A cocked eyebrow had him curious, trying not to look to obvious that he was noticed, Bakugo watched as his classmate eyes went from dazed, to hooded, to outright slack jaw, like he was entranced by something. His eyes were chasing something, but what? He wasn't moving. Whatever it was Deku suddenly snapped out of it and rushed into the shower room. Weirdo!

"What the hell was going through your head, nerd?" He pondered as he allowed the cold water from the shower to rinse over his body. He leaned against his clenched fist that was on the cracked wall and tried to wrap his thoughts around the other strange moment that happen with him earlier today.

The elevator incident was just as confusing. He wasn't sure what happened, but it scaled high in the weird department. To start off, Bakugo HATED crowded elevators. It was incredibly awkward and uncomfortable, but it was like clockwork at this point. He grew tired of trying to shove everyone away from him on a daily basis riding up in that airborne cable box, day in and out, so he just dealt with it. Especially, having Thing 1 (Deku) and Thing 2 (Todoroki) pushed up next to him. No matter how much he bitched and complained it wouldn't fix that annoying situation. So he opted to just dilly-dally on his phone and hope that he'd reach the Hero office in record time. If he was being announce... he'd rather have these two loser squished next to him, then some extra he didn't know. And don't even get him started on the multiple scents that invaded his nostrils. It was always a mix of perfume, cologne and, worst of all, BO. How certain individuals went about their lives smelling like old garbage, he'll never know. But, today in particular, one scent stood out like a sore thump. It was earthly, dewy, like walking through a forest after a morning shower. It invaded his senses, stronger then any other scent in the elevator. It pulled and tugged at his attention like it wanted to be found. He allowed his curiosity to guide him to the source and found that it was coming from the person pressed up in front of him. His eyes locked on to the sandwiched green haired teammate between him and Todoroki.

Deku! He smelled ridiculously good, more then usual. Was his hair shinier? Maybe a new shampoo? Had to be. Otherwise he would have recognized this scent before. It wasn't potent like every other scent in the elevator, yet strong enough to pull him in and inhale it's rich, woody aroma. The more he indulged in this unique scent the more this dull buzz seem to wake in his mind, swirling gentle like a coming storm. Then it seemed to swim to the pit of his stomach, settling and simmering on low, waiting for, what? He wasn't sure, but his eyes opened to find that he somehow leaned in a little closer. Close enough to see that the nerds hair seemed softer then normal. He had a mighty need to run his hand through it. That low simmer from a moment ago, began to rumble into a waking typhoon, grew stronger and bigger with each passing second. That's when he notice Deku's face turned to look up at him. He seemed surprised at first, but soon those pale green eyes fizzled into a deep forest green, one to match that perfect scent that continue to climb all over his head space. His heart seem to race like he was running a marathon the more he looked at this nerd. It didn't last long though since Deku decided to bashfully look away. His burning red ears peeking out from under his dishevelled green mop of hair.

"Cute!" Wait... Did he just? Call Deku-

That seem to snap him back to reality, reeling his head back up from the slightly hunched over position his body was in. Just where exactly was his mind wondering? He raised a hand to wipe the sweat that ran down his face, and maybe whatever spell he was under. It's gotta be all these extras. Right? Yeah! It was far to cramped and crowded and all those fucking background characters are making it hot in here. Which explains the reason why his body is over heating. Right? Right! Once the extra bodies started to file out of the oven box, Deku shuffled to the side and Bakugo took the opportunity to distract himself with his phone until they reached the top of the building.

That was then and this is now. Now Bakugo was trying to wash away the aftermath of his training match with Deku, but his mind seem to replay the fight over and over again. Like a broken, god damn, record. Not matter how much water continued to cascade down his body it couldn't wash away the effects of what's been happening.

When Endeavor decided to ditch hero lessons for some one-on-one combat training Bakugo was ecstatic. For a while now he's been waiting for an opportunity to see how these two wannabe Heroes have been improving. Plus, it gave him a good chance to impress the number one Hero, himself. Though, not being able to use his quirk was a bother, but it did give him a good chance to understand where his classmate stood with their physical strength.

His fight against IcyHot was predictable. He knew before the fight even started he'd have a huge advantage. So it wasn't a surprise when he won the match pretty quickly. Then he had to sit back and watch Deku fight against Half and Half. Shockingly, Deku got the piss kicked out of him, but that's only because the idiot didn't realize he could use the weapons stacked up nearby, and for that reason Todoroki took initiative. Who knew he was handy with a weapon? As soon as their match was over Bakugo started to reel with excitement. The last time he fought Deku was back at ground Beta and quirks where flying everywhere. Now, he can put all his physical training to good use. He knew Deku had bulked up over the course of the school semester, evident enough by the increased size of his body, so he knew he'd put up more of a fight then he used to in the past. However, thinking about it now, maybe he was a little TOO excited.

He remembered how his body had a strange tingling sensation before the fight, almost like his instinct where riling him up. When the fight began Bakugo made sure to go in for a fast kill, but Deku was playing a pretty good offence. He was more aware of his surrounding the second time around and used it to his advantage. But the idiot was spending to many precious seconds on trying to outsmart Bakugo, those green eyes racing all over the place to find an opening, which in turn left him open for a counter. The longer they fought the more excited he became. That tingling feeling that reared it ugly face from the beginning of the fight burning into a desperate need to want and get closer to his opponent. Soon his body was throwing punches he didn't even remember planning. The urge to grasp and pin him becoming his primary objective.

At one point during the battle the table had turned and he found himself pinned to the floor. He was dumbfounded that he let something like that happen, but then, out of nowhere, a burst of animalistic instinct took over and compelled him to fight back and take control, giving him stupid strength. A primal voice in his mind kept telling him to dominate his prey and take what was his, drove him to turn the tied of battle. This overbearing need took what little control Bakugo had and pushed Deku into submission. The thought of having him beneath his hold, weak and defeated, made him salivate at the mouth. If he moved in just a little closer he could physically taste his victory. 'Let me take you' He purred and it felt crazy good to say. Like he was finally going to satisfy a need he didn't even knew he had. The realism of the situation only came crashing into him once his knee brushed up against something hot and hard.

*Snap*

The sound of reality came crashing back as Bakugo was shoved backwards and knocked on his ass. His eyes flew open only to catch a flustered Deku fleeing into the change room, Todoroki following close behind. Endeavor rushed over and knelled down next to Bakugo, probably to check if he was OK.

"WHAT HAPPENED?" Endeavor boomed with obvious concern. Bakugo wasn't sure, all he could do was starfish across the training mats, trying to understand just what transpired. It was a bit of a blur after that, he laid flabbergasted, trying to gain control over his erratic breathing, fighting to quell the inferno that burn to escape and... what? What was his body telling him. It needed something. But what? As he finally pulled himself together he sat up and notice something unusual. He was hard and it pissed him off.

Thus, the urgent need to take a cold shower and cool down. This wasn't normal. None of it made sense. Bakugo caught sight of just how pissed off he looked with his reflection from the wet tiles, his image blurred by the falling water that raced down to the shower's drain, but still, he was visibly angry.

"Bakugo!" Came a quiet voice from just outside the room.

"WHAT!?" He barked, droplets of water dripping from his cold lips.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, IcyHot." He hissed before moving to turn off the shower. He grabbed a nearby towel off the dividers and quickly dried himself off. "Why the hell do you even care?"

"I'm not heartless like someone I know." Todoroki retorted before appearing from around the divider. "Beside, my father and Midoriya where concern." Bakugo 'Tch' at the idea as he wrapped himself up with the towel and started off towards his locker. Now that he thought about it, his little display probably made him look like a fool in front of Endeavor, which ticked him off even more. Ripping open his locker, he proceeded to change into something more comfortable, but paused before he could.

"What's happening with the rest of training today?" He asked as he poked his head passed his locker door, peering over at Todoroki.

"He cancelled it. He didn't say why, but my father wants us to go help Burnin with something. Said we should take time to let today's lesson sink in and ponder on our weaknesses."

"I have no weaknesses." Bakugo spat as he threw on his black tee and joggers he had on earlier this morning.

"Right..." Todoroki said as he gave him a boor look and waited for him to finish changing. After Bakugo was done changing he and Todoroki made their way outside the changing room and back into the office space of the agency.

The buzz of late morning chatter and computer keyboard could be heard resonating over the office floor, meaning it was nearly lunch time. But considering what Todoroki said was true, none of them would be eating lunch until later. As Bakugo quickly checked his phone for any missed text he notice Deku out of the corner of his eyes, standing and waiting next to Endeavor. He didn't miss the obvious lack of eye contact Deku refused to give him. Trying his best to find anything more interesting then the elephant in the room. Though he did catch him looking his way with those embarrassingly flustered sideways glancing one would normally see after an awkward situation. His dumb face was as red as a lobster.

"Everything alright?" Asked Endeavor as he walked up to Bakugo and gave him a once over, his eyes dark with a hint of concern.

"S' fine..." Bakugo pouted, refusing to eye his mentor.

"Very well." Enbdeavor didn't dare test Bakugo patience this time. Especially after a 'sensitive' event. They could both go without a headache right now. "I have other business to attend to this afternoon. In the meantime, you'll all help my assistance with a bit of organizing and filing.

"WHAT!?" That made him turn. "We're Heroes. We don't deal with paperwork." He growled, clearly not happy with the idea. If it was a in-class lesson, then fine, but here, at the agency, why would they have to deal with the agencies paperwork. Bakugo got his answer rather quickly when the number one Hero turned and gave him a shit-eating grin.

"Maybe if you didn't arrive late to work you three wouldn't be in this predicament. Don't think I forgot about your tardiness. This is your punishment from this morning." Fuck... so much for getting away with it Scott-free. Probably came up with it during their combat training. "Sometimes learning from your mistake is the best way to shake bad habits." Grinding his teeth from frustration, Bakugo refused to continue this pointless stare down with Endeavor. He ducked to his left, hands tucked in his pocket, and made his way to the far left side of the building, to where Miss Burnin office was. "Have fun 'Junior' Heroes." Endeavor chuckled, clearly enjoying the fact that he was reeling him up.

"Bakugo! Your stomping up a storm. Could you not cause a scene?" Todoroki asked as he caught up to him.

"Shut it, Freezer Burn!" He spat, but decided that he was being a bit much when he notice multiple heads sticking out of cubicles and slowed to a irritating stride. "You idiots better set your alarm clocks to wake up an extra half hour early from now on. I am NOT getting chewed up for this shit again. Got it!" He warned while pointing an aggressive finger at his roommates. Todoroki simply sighed, but nodded in agreement. Deku, who was hustling along, was doing his best to keep up. He would stop to turn and apologize to anyone who gave them the stick eye for all the commotion, until he finally caught up. When he heard Bakugo's statement their eyes met for a brief moment before Deku decided that his shoes where far more important to look at. He nodded his response before he settle into the same pace as Todoroki. Bakugo continued to sneer as the other two took the lead, bobbing and weaving through rows of cubicles. As they made there way through the office Bakugo would notice Deku sneaking glances his way. As irritating as it was it did give him the idea to test a theory that had popped in his head. Anytime Deku would steal a glance Bakugo made sure to look him dead in the eye. Two things he notice while testing this. One! Deku was a blushing idiot. Two! Bakugo felt nothing. No fluttering of the heart or that sick warm fuzzy feeling that would swirl around his chest when he would stare at Deku. Good! If anything, he found the constant glances annoying. Like he should. Like normal. Maybe, the mystery dream from this morning was throwing him off. OR could he have ate bad food for breakfast? Either way, he breathed a sigh of relief before he stepped foot in Burnin's office.

Upon arrival the boys were greeted to a large open room. Decorated with rows of bookshelves, cabinet and the odd plant life. A desk sat at the centre of the room with a massive view of the city to bring in the perfect work space. "There's my cute little troublemakers!" Smiled a slender women with flaming neon green hair. She perked herself up from her desk before walking over to greet them.

"Good day, Miss Burnin!" Deku chimed with a smile of his own.

"Deku Sprout, mornin! Shouto, looking handsome as ever." She patted both boys over the head. "Time Bomb! Your looking rather miserable today. Your mommy forget to give you a clean pull-up?" She teased.

"Have you seen the wrinkled mess on your face? Your lucky people even talk you, what with the toxic fumes that eminate from that head of yours, you witch." Bakugo fought back, which earned him a hearty laugh.

"Never a dull moment when your here, kid." She barked before going over and ruffling up his hair, too, which earned her a quick swap from him before she back off. "So, your here for your due diligence, eh? Well, your in luck. Been clean out old files that needed to be organize and Endeavor told me to keep you guys busy for a while." Bakugo watched as she strolled over to a bunch of empty and over filed cardboard boxes of paper. "Shouto, you'll help me go through everything that's on the shelf, organizing them neatly into labelled folders and placing them into these empty boxes." Her finger pointed to said boxes next to her feet. "Bakugo and Deku, I'll have you guys take these boxes, which I started on, and sort them into the filing cabinet in the back room." Bakugo and Deku quickly made sideways glances at each other.

"Why the hell do I have to help Deku? Can't he do it himself? Ain't there anything else I could work on... ALONE!" It's like the world is after him or something.

"Stop your bitchin'. You'll do as your told like good little boys and you'll do it with a smile." She made an example by pointing to her own. "Besides it'll go by faster with two people. By the time you two sort through and file everything, Shouto and I will have the next batch ready for you." Bakugo was about to bitch back, but was cut off with a stern pointed finger. "Let's not forget this is a punishment. You wanna join the big leagues? Then you'll start by taking responsibility and stop whining like a child throwing a tantrum. You'll get nowhere in life with an attitude like that. Or do you want me to pull the muzzle out like last time?" A crud smile stretch across Burnin face as a memory flooded it way to Bakugo's mind. One he rather not remember. Let's just say he was the centre of attention for the day, after running his mouth to much during a lesson.

"It'll be alright, Kacchan." Said Deku from behind trying to sound reassuring, but Bakugo could tell with a glance that Deku seemed just as uncomfortable with the idea as him. Being near each other didn't seem like the best idea right now. Begrudgingly, Bakugo knelled down to lift two heavy, paper filled boxes over his shoulder and made a beeline to the back storage room. He could do this. It's just stupid Deku. If anything feel funny again he'll just walk away. Yay!

"Hurried it up, nerd!" He spat on his way to the filing room.

"Right!" Deku squeaked before he grabbed another two boxes and scurried after Bakugo, waving to Todoroki that'll see him later. Once they reached the room, properly labelled 'File Room' with a small sticky note attached to the door, Bakugo realized he couldn't open the door with the way he held the boxes. "I've got it." Said Deku. Bakugo backed away enough to allow Deku in front. He was holding two smaller boxes in each arm, which he was able to shift over into one due to their size and twist opened the door knob.

As the door opened up it spilled light into the room from outside. There wasn't much to see inside, anyways. Large wooden shelving were crafted to work around the small room. There where boxes labelled accordingly with filing cabinets placed at the end of each shelf. A small bulb hung from the ceiling with a string attached to it. Not a lot of elbow room, just enough to have two people fit inside, barely. As Deku held the door open Bakugo walked in and settle his workload to the floor. Deku followed suit.

"How the hell does she think we know where any of this crap goes." He scratched his head as he looked upon rows of boxes.

"I'm guessing it's all done alphabetically." He bent down to ruffle through the files. Each one had a name written on the top right corner of the document. "If we use that as our guide then anything starting with an 'A' will go over here." Deku pointed to the top left most shelf. " Then 'B', then 'C' and so on and so forth."

"Hmph!" He knew that, but the thought of doing such boring work was still bothering him. He decided to take his boxes to the back of the room and start from there. The room was quiet for the first hour, neither bothering to speak, just kept to their work, which is how Bakugo wanted it. Nothing but the sound of files slipping between other files and the rustling of boxes. The air was stale with dust and dry with the smell of paper that's been sitting in storage for years. Bakugo could see the dust wisp away each time he pulled out an old box and sandwich a new document between. Once he was finished his first box he threw it over his shoulder, towards the door, causing it to shut close, making the room pitch black.

"Hold on!" Came Deku's voice from the darkness before he heard a click and the room lit up with the minimal light of the singular bulb. Whoever thought that one tiny light bulb was enough for this room was a complete idiot. Every file in his hand was harder to see thanks to the dim lighting. "Uh oh..."

"Uh oh, what?" Bakugo asked, but didn't get a reply. When he turned to see what happened he saw Deku crouched down with a note in his hand. In with minimal lighting he could tell something was up when his green haired classmate turned white in the face. Soon he was at his feet and reaching for the door. Tugging, twisting and pulling at the knob. "What did you do?"

"Nothing! The door locked us in." He said.

"What do you mean locked in?" Before Bakugo could investigate the situation Deku shoved the note in his face. It was the sticky note from the door outside. It must have fallen off when they opened it. It read 'Keep propped open. Door's broken.' with two thick black underlines and circled for good measure. Unfortunately neither of them took the time to read the note beforehand. "Knock! Those idiots aren't to far." Deku did just that, called out to anyone who could hear them, but no one came. "Did everyone in the office decided to take lunch at the same time? Outta my way!" Bakugo shoved Deku behind him and attempted to do the same thing, only a little harder and louder. Still, no response. Bakugo kicked the door out of frustration. "Then I'll just blast the door down." He said as his hands began to spark.

"WAIT! You can't Kacchan!" Deku pleaded as he grabbed Bakugo by the arm and pulled back. "If you set off an explosion you could destroy the files."

"Then use your quirk to get us out of here."

"I'd rather not damage property."

"So it's fine if where trapped in here?"

"That's not what I mean. If we keep knocking eventually someone will come. I mean if we don't return I'm sure Miss Burnin or Todoroki will come looking for us." He had a point, but Bakugo still didn't like being locked up in a cramped place, especially with Deku. Not after... No. Calm down. Everything will be fine. No need to panic.

"Your way to kind, nerd..." He clipped before he notice that Deku still had a tight hold on his arm. The cascade of light shadowed most of Deku's face, but he could still make out those piercing green orbs, watching him. Then, like a switch, that strange tingling feeling came back. Startled by it's sudden awakening Bakugo shoved Deku away hard, causing him to flail backwards, his arms whirling wildly to gain balance, only to smack and break the only bulb in the room. Total darkness fell over the two of them. "Dammit, Deku!" Bakugo growled as he braced himself against a nearby cabinet, trying to gain control of this foreign sensation. Like before, it started off slow, swirling and bubbling, making him feel giddy. Then it started to worm it's way from the pit of his stomach, branching off into different section of his body. Not again! Worried, he turned towards the door and began knocking frantically.

"Your the one who pushed me. How is this my fault?" Groaned Deku as he tried to pull himself up with the aid of the shelving. "Your the opne who threw the box!" That tone of voice, it was one Bakugo knew very well. It was a tone one uses to accuse. One he didn't like hearing.

"Don't! I don't want to hear this right now." He insisted, hoping that someone, anyone, would come and open the door.

"Yay! Well that's too bad, because your the one that got us stuck in here." Deku said from the other side of the dark room before Bakugo felt a hand land on his shoulder. A hand that seem to set of an electric wave that caused the strange feeling to rocket towards the point of contact. Becoming hyper aware of it touch, scaring Bakugo. Scared? Him? Yes, he was scared of this strange phenomenon that was trying to take control of his body. Aggravated, he stretched his arm out to catch a part of Deku and pushed him back, hard, against some shelving, causing him to croak in pain. From what he could feel in the darkness he somehow caught Deku by his cheeks. "Kacchan!?" Deku hesitated. "If there's something bothering you shouldn't you talk about? Maybe I can help?"

"Listen up, Deku! This is neither the time nor place to have a heart to heart right now. So why don't you shut the fuck up and break down the damn door already?" Normally he wouldn't be bothered with something as stupid as being locked in somewhere. But the fact that he wasn't right in the head today, combined with the strong woody scent that seem to return with a force behind it, the moment Deku touched him, made the situation drastic. He wasn't sure how much longer he could control this mysterious power that was swirling inside him. Clearly Deku decided that he wanted to have a spine and fight back by biting his hand, hoping he'd back off, but this only stirred the fire that was burning inside, exciting this need to dominate. "No? You wanna talk? Fine, let's talk about what happened earlier, shall we?" He could feel Deku still in his grasp. "Mind explaining to me exactly what was going on in that shitty brain of yours during our match?" Bakugo could feel Deku take a huge gulp by the way his tongue waved in his mouth. He waited a couple of second, but there was no response, even after he let go of Bakugo's hand. Figured. All bite and no bark.

"I... I don't know what happened." Deku spoke so softly he almost didn't hear him. "One moment I was focused on the battle, coming up with tactics and strategies on how to overcome you in the situation, the next thing I knew I felt feverish and things started to blur." Feverish? The same as him. "I thought maybe all the running around and active dodging was causing me to get a head rush, almost like vertigo, but the burning sensation in my chest didn't go away. In fact, it got stronger."

"Like something was taking control..." At this response Bakugo could barely see Deku head lift to look up at him. His eyes started to adjust a bit in the dark, with the aid of the little bit of light that split through the bottom of the locked door.

"Kacchan? How would you know that?" He'd tell him that he was going through the same thing, but he didn't want to show weakness, not in front of Deku.

"Your stupid face gave it away during the fight." Well... he wasn't wrong. "I could tell how focused you where at the started of the battle, but somewhere along the way it started to change. You started looking, I don't know, desperate? But not in the 'I'm-gunna-lose' sort of way. No! It looked more pleading, like you needed something." Images of the fight started to rush back into his mind. All those dopey, heavy, clouded looks. Those same looks that seem to make the heat inside him run south. Shit! Not good. He needed to escape. NOW!

"But Kacchan... You where giving me the same desperate look." Before Deku could say anything else Bakugo quickly covered his mouth with a hand.

"Enough!" He growled as a warning, leaning closer to get the point across. Hoping his threatening demeanour would shut him up, but that was a mistake. Suddenly Deku's scent invaded his mind and Bakugo couldn't control the need to lean in and caress the back of his neck and shoulder. His tongue darting out to capture that alluring smell that clung to his partners body, which caused Deku to shiver beneath him. A muffled groan smothered against his restraining hand that kept his mouth shut.

*Snap*

If Bakugo's mind could make a sound it would be that of his control breaking free. Soon he was spinning Deku around and pushing him up against the door to the room. "This is all your fault." His words sounded hard and accusing. His arms came down to grasp Deku by his hip and grinned his hardening problem up against Deku's ass. "I don't know... what's happening, but... your causing it... I'm sure." He choked trying his best to stay super still, but it felt so much nicer to grind against him. He could see Deku's silhouette bent forward and grasping the door. Small gasp kept escaping from him and for some strange reason this turned Bakugo on more.

"Ka-Kacchan... ahh... w-wait!" Deku tried to form a sentence, but with each thrust of Bakugo's hips his words kept spilling out into mambo-jumbo.

"Wait!?" He panted before leaning down towards his roommates face. "Why would I wait?" He chuckled softly before a hand travelled down to rub across the front of Deku's pants, clearly feeling his arousal. "When your already this excited." Her nipped his ear, causing Deku to moan. He heard his teammates hand scratch at the door, probably to try and hold himself up. Bakugo was the only thing holding him up. Otherwise he'd probably melt to the floor. The weight of Deku's body was heavy under his hold, but he felt him respond as he rocked his hips back to meet his advance. He continued to rub Deku's erection through his pants, not sure why this wasn't grossing him out, but the way Deku became putty at his mercy was just to good of an opportunity to let pass. This crazy rush of power seem to drive him to grind harder, chasing that delicious friction he's never experience before. Sure, he masturbate once in a while, but it was nothing close to how intense this moment was. Having someone help was a new kind of... high.

"Mhnnn- ahhh- hah-" With each thrust of his hips and pull of his hand Deku became more and more vocal. His head hung low, swaying with the rhythm of each hump and his body quivered with what he believe was exhilaration. Bakugo couldn't seem to get enough, he never knew this side of Deku. Was he always this secretly horny? Whatever the case Bakugo couldn't dwell on it as he was hitting his peak. With a few more rough jabs the rush of release came crashing over him. It spike up his spine and blossomed throughout his body. In the haze of the action Deku's back bowed which told him he reached his limit. With what little willingness he had left through the wave of his orgasm, Bakugo manage to run his hand over Deku's mouth, silencing his cries of pleasure, while the other held him down below, rubbing him dry. The green hero's hips quivering to ride out the rest of his release.

Exhausted by the height of pleasure Bakugo started to crumble over his partners body, a shaky hand barely keeping him upright. Gasping to regain control, he could feel the collected drops of sweat roll down his face and fall to land on Deku's neck, making him shiver. Before either of them could return to their senses and become embarrassed of what just transpired the door to the filing room opened. Both of them fell forward and smacked to the floor.

"Are you two, okay? I noticed the door was shaking." Came a certain two coloured hair voice. Not good. This is seriously bad. Before Half and Half could put two and two together Bakugo made a running sprint to the nearest washroom. NO! The furthest one. Somewhere far away from curious eyes. As he bolted away he over heard Todoroki concerned voice asking Deku if he was hurt in anyway.

"This! This whole situation is fucked up!" He thought before he shoved past a couple of office workers and continued running blindly.