Katsuki's Point of View- Thursday

If I knew this was how my day was going to start, I probably would have gone for a longer jog first. Deku's sitting on the edge of his bed while All Might is hovering over him with his hand on his shoulder. Aizawa and the Rat are just a few feet behind, all four of them look like hell. A second sweep of the room and I realize Auntie is nowhere in sight.

"What the hell are you three doing here and where is Auntie?" My question earns me a glare from Aizawa which I disregard as I go to sit next to Deku. The bed dips further down with my added weight, my hands press into the edge of the mattress and my Ground Zero sneakers just barely touch the floor while Deku's socked feet are dangling next to my calf. He always was shorter than me, the only difference now is that he's stacked like a fucking brick house instead of the scrawny, prepubescent kid from grade school.

He leans into me, resting his head against my shoulder, his soft green curls tickling my cheek. Instantly, all three men in the room zero in on us, All Might's reaction being the most extra as his mouth goes slack and the hand he had on Deku's shoulder flies up to cup his cheek, resulting in a quiet slapping sound. Ignoring them, Deku murmurs, "Good morning to you too Kacchan. Mom was here all night and just went to get something to eat right before you walked in." He flashes me a small smile, causing my heart to flutter rapidly in my chest.

The ensuing silence leaves me wondering if anyone is going to address the first part of my fucking question when Aizawa finally clears his throat. "Mrs. Midoriya called me this morning to let me know Problem Child number 1 would be out for a few days. Exactly ten minutes later, Mrs. Bakugou calls me to tell me Problem Child number 2 might not be in until tomorrow. Naturally, I found that to be suspicious, you can't both just miss school and it not be linked. So, I called Mrs. Midoriya back and told her I needed to know what was going on. She gave me the information I needed and given the gravity of the situation I had no choice but to bring Nezu and All Might into it."

My entire body stiffens as I absorb that news. The school knows about Deku's illness and now they have to decide what to do about it. If they try to kick him out, I swear to god I'll fight them tooth and nail- Wait a goddamn minute… did I hear that last part about Auntie right? She just… told him? I had to work my fucking ass off to get that information and Aizawa just waltzes in and gets what he wants without breaking a sweat? What the fuck?

"And what are you going to do about it?" I ask, while grappling with the strong urge to punch any one of them in the fucking face.

Deku raises his head from my shoulder then, his emerald eyes locking with mine, seemingly relieved. "It's okay, Kacchan. They aren't going to expel me or anything like that."

With his tiny ass cup of tea in paw, Nezu sighs deeply before adding, "Full disclosure, had we known about Midoriya's illness when he applied, we would not have accepted him." Deku flinches next to me as he says this. "However, as it stands, that isn't the situation anymore and Midoriya has proven to be an exemplary student. While the situation isn't ideal, now that we know, we've all agreed the best course of action is to support him in his endeavors. There are many resources we can offer to not only keep him at school but to assist the detectives in their search for the woman who did this to him too." At the mention of the piece of shit who caused all this, my face sours, renewed bloodlust coursing through my veins while I fantasize about what I'd like to do if I ever got my hands on her.

Oblivious to my murderous intent, Deku's cheerful voice abruptly cuts into my plotting. "Kacchan, Recovery Girl is going to take over some of my medical stuff so I can spend more time at school. Isn't that amazing? My bloodwork wasn't great but-" Wait, what was that now?

"Oi, what the fuck do you mean, it wasn't great? You can't start with that shit and prattle on like you didn't just drop a goddamn bomb on my lap. What were your results?" Its unbelievable how single minded this nerd can be sometimes, just un-fucking-believable.

"Heh, you're right, sorry. I'm just so relieved that I'm not getting kicked out and excited that they want to help me. I guess I got a little carried away and forgot you only just got here." He had the decency to look at least a little sorry before continuing. "The results showed that I'm definitely anemic, and I'll have to start taking iron supplements to help combat that. And…. well, my GFR is lower than it had been which means my kidney issues are getting worse but that's where Recovery Girl comes in! I'll have to have my third dialysis treatment moved to the middle of the week and she's certified to do those so that means she can just do it for me. I won't have to come in here to have it done!"

"What the fuck do you mean by 'worse?' How much worse?" Again… single tracked mind. He's going to kill me with stress at this rate.

"It means my kidneys are continuing to deteriorate and they aren't doing their job. That's why I have to move my dialysis session. I can't go four days in a row anymore without having one." Everything in me aches as he explains his results. None of that was good news. Fear is something I'm becoming familiar with and as it pricks at my senses, not overpowering but just enough to constantly remind me it exists, I pull Deku in just a little closer.

On the other hand, I'm amazed with how calm Deku seems. Given his attitude so far this morning I can't help but wonder if he's become desensitized to his situation. After years of living life in and out of the hospital, with nothing but an accumulation of worsening news to show for it, he'd have to be just to survive. Despite that, behind that brave face I can see he's struggling to keep it together, that he's cracking at the seams. His bravado is for the benefit of others, his stubborn ass refusal to burden anyone with any kind of pity or emotional pain stemming it.

Having broken from his stupor, All Might's hand slips from his face and he straightens his back a little like he's finally ready to pull on his big boy pants. "Ahem, Young Midoriya will still need to come here for his other two treatments that way his team of doctors can continue to monitor his health. While I'm deeply troubled and just… saddened by his condition, I have no doubt that he will continue to push forward and be the best hero he can be despite his circumstances." His voice breaks on that last word, his face twisting into a whirlwind of emotions.

At that, the nerd's head snaps up, giving his full attention to the retired hero. "I won't let you down, Sir! All I've ever wanted was to become an amazing hero just like you and I'll keep striving for that goal no matter what." Deku offers him a reassuring smile then, not too unlike the one he gave Auntie last night. After watching him interact with others I've learned one thing for certain. That nerd would rather hide his own pain and fear for everyone else's sake then let anyone catch on to the anxiety he's really dealing with. It makes me wonder if he does it to me too. The idea does not sit well with me.

"We can all agree our Problem Child is tenacious and if anyone can rise to the challenge and beat this it would be him." Aizawa's typical, bored tone does little to mask the pride and concern he holds for Deku. I always knew the old man was really a sap and it's a relief to see that Deku has so many allies in this room. The nerd must be thinking something similar because his eyes are shiny, his shoulders trembling, and he looks like he's seconds away from reducing to a puddle of tears on the floor by my feet.

"Yes, I completely agree. This illness is a setback, but it won't stop you from succeeding unless you let it and you've clearly shown us that you don't plan to give in any time soon. While I can't support your dishonest actions which led you to join our school, I applaud your determination to become a great hero."

"Th-thank you, principal Nezu and Mr. Aizawa! You're support means a lot to me." Deku bows his head low out of respect for them.

"Yeah, yeah, just try to stay out of trouble, would you? At least for a week or two… I have sleep to catch up on." Aizawa reaches his hand out and gently places it on top of Deku's curls, his eyes reflecting a certain fondness as he does. The moment his hand lands on Deku's head, Deku sucks in a deep breath, appearing to be on cloud nine. I don't think he lets it out until Aizawa removes his hand. "Anyway, I have class to teach so I'm going to head back. I'll have your class representative email both of you notes for the day."

"Thank you, Sir!"

"Tch, thanks."

"I'll go with you. There's a lot of paperwork I'm going to have to go over for all of this. Best to get an early start!" Nezu pats Deku's knee before scuttling off to the door with Aizawa following closely behind.

The moment they're out of sight, All Might places each hand on our shoulders while looking as though he's ruminating over the best way to say whatever the hell it is he wants to say to us. "Young Midoriya, Young Bakugou… I can't help but feel that I must have failed you both somehow. And for that I'm deeply sorry."

"Hah?"

"Failed us?! You didn't fail at anything All Might!" Izuku's shrill response of disbelief mirrors my own thoughts exactly. The fuck is he talking about?

"Had I been a better mentor to you, perhaps you'd have felt comfortable enough to share this secret with me instead of bottling it up inside all this time."

"I'm so sorry, All Might. I didn't mean to make you feel that way at all. It's just…" Deku pauses to let out a shaky breath. Knowing he's hurt his mentor without even trying must be destroying him. I take his hand, squeezing it to remind him he's not alone. "It's just, back when you offered me One for All you opened a window that I thought had been sealed shut forever. You were offering me a real chance to become a hero and saving me from a life that would have led to me dying a quirkless nobody. I was too selfish to do the right thing and say no. I Knew if I told you the truth you wouldn't have given it to me and after I had it, I felt rotten for lying to you. I- I couldn't bring myself to tell you the truth, so no, All Might. This wasn't your fault."

Deku's confession, one of his many hidden demons, is hard for me to hear and I'm not even on the receiving end of it. I fucking hate that he feels this kind of burden. There's no way All Might holds anything against him, and the nerd needs to get that through his thick skull.

All Might is speechless, tears forming in those sunken eyes, his chin wobbling in an effort to keep everything at bay. "Midoriya, I don't feel an ounce of regret for offering One for All to you. You've proven to me through your character and actions that you deserve it and even now, knowing all of this, I still believe I chose the right successor. In my eyes, there is nothing to forgive because you've done nothing wrong."

When I first found out Deku was just given One for All I was so pissed. It made no sense to me that someone like him should be given such a powerful quirk. He was beneath me and how dare he be given an opportunity to not only become my rival, but my equal? I didn't think he deserved it and the anger I felt about that ate at me for months. But over time I saw the way he worked his ass off to grow with his quirk and to be worthy of it. I've realized that it takes a special kind of person to be given that kind of raw power and not abuse it. Someone with nothing less then pure intentions and a lion's heart. Deku is pure, so much so that I'm not even sure I deserve him.

"Thank you, All Might. I don't deserve your mercy but just… thank you." The old man nods his head in return.

"Tch, stupid Deku. Stop acting like you're a villain. The only villain is the bitch who did this to you." Deku looks unsure, probably not believing what we're saying to him but I'm confident I can nail it into that head of his eventually.

"Whew, that mouth of yours hurts my ears. You should consider cleaning up your language, young Bakugou."

"I wouldn't count on it" I say with a smirk. Even though I'm being berated, I'm grateful for the change in topic and if Deku's body physically relaxing is anything to go by, he is too. All Might's eyes drop down to our clasped hands then, studying them with interest. So much for a more relaxed conversation.

"So, is there any other news the two of you would like to share with me?"

Though All Might's eyes are glued to our hands, Deku is oblivious to what he's getting at. He blinks in response before mumbling, "I… don't think so?" He must have noticed the old man was staring at something because he followed his line of vision. I've decided to wait for him to figure it out on his own. I'm curious to know what his response will be.

Suddenly it clicks for him, those green orbs widen to the size of dinner plates and he's immediately stuttering in typical Deku fashion. "W- what, this?" He holds up our hands questioningly while I try not to laugh. This damn nerd… "This is um, well it's like this… We've um, b-bonded? Yeah, bonded over my secret and I guess we've become, um… c- closer and, and…" He shoots a pleading look to me, begging for a little help and while I kind of want to let him go for a bit longer, I give in.

"Jesus, Deku… We're seeing where things go and that's all you need to know about it. Got it, old man?" Deku furrows his brows, making that cute little wrinkle appear between them. I'm guessing he isn't thrilled with my curt reply. Oh well.

With his suspicions confirmed, All Might has returned to speechless for a second before he manages to pull his head out of his ass again. He claps his hands together with enthusiasm. "That's wonderful! I've always thought that if the two of you could stop fighting for a minute you would make a wonderful team and that kind of connection can only further empower you. I'm truly happy for you both."

"All Might…" Deku starts, seemingly on the verge of tears again, the old man not looking much better.

Thankfully, at that moment my parents finally show up and thereby stopping that shitshow before it has a chance to start. I never thought I'd be so happy to see the Hag and Pops as I am in this moment.

"Oh, All Might's here… I guess that message from Inko wasn't a joke after all."

"Oi! The fuck you mean by that, Hag?!" I swear if she knew and didn't say anything, I'm going to fucking explode some shit, right here, right now.

"Watch your mouth, Brat! And I mean what I fucking said. Inko texted us this morning shortly after I called that teacher of yours to keep your ungrateful ass out of trouble for missing a day. I thought her text was some kind of weird, exhausted humor. Didn't take it seriously." She shrugs it off like it's no big deal. I'm about to stand from the bed and give her a piece of my mind when All Might interrupts me.

"Mr. and Mrs. Bakugou! It's wonderful to see you both again. If you'll excuse me, I was just about to leave since I do have classes to teach today. Hopefully I'll see you both again soon." He spares a quick smile over to Deku and me before gathering his things to head out the door.

"You don't have to leave on our account, All Might." Pops says as he walks over to the man.

"Oh, no, no. I really do need to prepare for my classes today. Thank you though." He bows politely to my parents who return the gesture before he leaves.

"I can't believe I'm saying this but… that really wasn't so bad. In fact, I expected it to go a lot worse." Deku turns his head to me, a relieved grin framing his face.

He's right though. It could have gone so much worse. He could have been expelled or at the very least suspended. All Might could have disowned him as his successor, though I don't think he could have taken One for All back so I don't know how far that would have gone. Point is, other then the obnoxious amount of waterworks, it went unexpectedly well.

Next thing I know, the Hag is making a beeline for us, shoving me out of the way with a few jabs from her bony ass elbow so she can wrap her arms around the nerd. "Oh, Izuku. We heard all about your results and everything going on with school. How are you holding up?" Deku was surprised at first before settling into her, awkwardly returning her hug with a few pats against the pink cotton of her blouse.

"I'm doing okay, I think. Thanks for asking, Auntie."

"That's good to hear." She casts a glare my way before returning her focus to Deku. "I hope that brat of mine is behaving himself. You let me know if he gives you a hard time. I'll be happy to take care of the problem for you." There's an evil glint to her eye and I have to fucking doubt she means every word.

Deku smirks at that, giving me a look over her head that I can't say I care for. "I will let you know the moment Kacchan falls out of line, promise." He chuckles before slipping that pink tongue out at me. Little asshole.

"Good, good. Alright Masaru, how about we go find Inko. Seems that these two are good here and I'm guessing she's going to need some comfort from her favorite gal pal. Maybe I should grab some wine first…"

"Dear, it's 9 in the morning." Pops places his hand on the small of her back, his eyes gleaming with as much love and fondness for the Shrew as he did in all of their early photos together.

"I refuse to allow the time of day to dictate my drinking schedule. C'mon let's go!" With that, she grabs onto the hem of Pop's shirt and drags him out of the room.

Suddenly, the thrumming energy inside Deku's little hospital room goes stagnant. Silence pervades the space around us as the nerd starts twiddling with his fingers and bouncing his feet, the motion causing the bed to jostle ever so slightly. I like it more this way, without so many bodies cramped into the small space and with just the two of us sitting together. This would be a good time to talk more about what's going on with him and his results. I don't know what a GFR is or exactly how it affects his kidneys and I'd like to.

"So, Kacchan. If you're going to be here for a while, do you wanna watch a movie with me?" …Or not. I guess I can always ask later or look up what I don't know. Auntie would be a good resource too, I think.

"Whatever. Just don't pick anything sappy. There's enough of that going around today as it is and I might lose my shit if I have to be subjected to much more of it right now." I remove my shoes and scoot back into his bed so I can lean back against the headboard.

Deku watches me, his full bottom lip snug between his teeth. With a roll of my eyes, I gesture for him to come over to me and I'm pleased to see he does immediately. Curling up at my side, he leans his head against my shoulder while pointing the remote at the screen to turn on the TV.

"I guess now that the teachers know, its just a matter of time before everyone else finds out" he comments absently. There's no real worry in his tone like there was before and I think maybe he's finally starting to realize this doesn't have to be as bad as he thinks it does.

"Tch, they'd have found out anyway because of All Might's charity project." I wrap my arm around him to bring him in closer so he's snug against me. It's surprising, how much I like the way this feels right now. Being close to him and feeling his warmth permeate into me as he presses against my side is better than I ever could have imagined.

"Hmm, maybe... It still worries me but I'm going to try to be positive about it." The screen flashes on and Deku instantly goes to the hospital's media menu. He picks some romcom I've never heard of before and moves away to set the remote back on his end table before folding back into me.

Without even thinking about it, I press my lips against those soft, green curls, breathing in the light, refreshing scent of his citrus shampoo. "Damn straight" I whisper, probably so muffled by his thick mane that he likely didn't hear it.

At least an hour passes in this way. I never thought I'd be the kind of guy who liked touching someone else or having someone pushing into my personal space like this but I'm finding Deku is quickly becoming the exception to all of my rules. Every once in a while, I'd glance down to him to see his reaction to some of the crazy shit happening on screen, my gaze always lingering on those lips for an extra second before returning to the TV. His expression never disappoints, always so animated with emotion, sometimes comically even. He's so absorbed in the story that I don't think he even notices me looking.

We paused the movie about halfway through so his nurse could come in to check on him and as soon as she left it was back on again. Honestly, shit's not half bad and I'm pleasantly surprised to find I don't hate it. Once the credits finally roll, Deku turns the TV off and shifts his body slightly so he can look up at me, pouting just a little.

"What's up nerd?" He doesn't answer me, instead choosing to roll over so he can crawl onto my lap. His weight perches comfortably over my thighs and I meet his gaze with a quirked eyebrow, my lips pulling into a smirk. He's chewing on his lip, looking a little less sure then he did a second ago. "C'mon. Out with it."

He opens his mouth then and words just spill out all over the place. "I really wanted to kiss you… well I still do actually, want to kiss you that is. But I'm not good at this and I don't know what I'm doing, and I don't want to make myself look stupid in front of you."

I can't hold back the short burst of laughter that bubbles from my chest, and I almost feel bad when Deku pins me with his cute, offended glare. When did this nerd become so endearing? "Don't overthink it, Deku." He nods his head at my sage advice before rolling himself up to meet me at eye level. His nervousness is palpable and it's just so fucking cute I almost take pity on him and lean in the rest of the way. Almost.

With a slow exhale, he finally closes his eyes and leans into me, sweetly pressing those innocent lips against my own. He hums in contentment; I can feel the vibrations from it against my mouth as I swipe my tongue against the seam of his lips. They part for me, giving me full access to the warm wetness just waiting to be explored. While I slide my tongue against his, my hands rest at the apex of those unbelievably thick thighs. I give them a light squeeze as he wraps his arms around my neck, closing the space remaining between us and pulling us together.

Feeling him pressed against me like this is lighting every one of my nerves on fire. His touch is electrifying and the more of it I get the more it feels like it isn't enough. When we break away from each other, we're panting for air, my heart beating at a rapid pace against my chest. When I open my eyes, my breath hitches at the beautifully undone look covering Deku's face. His cheeks are pink, pupils so dilated I can barely make out the thin lines of emerald circling them and those luscious lips are red and puffy from our kiss. I imagine I look much the same if the hungry way he's staring back at me is anything to go by. My hands tighten along his thighs as I try to speak over my panted breath.

"Deku… can I… can I touch you?"

He considers my question, biting that lip again before responding, "yes" with a quick nod of his head.

Flashing him a grin, I lean into him, pressing my hands into the small of his back, pulling him closer until I can feel the ragged heaving of his chest against my own. I kiss him deeply, trying to convey how connected I feel to him in this moment. My hands languidly travel south, both grabbing a healthy handful of what I can only describe as the meatiest and most magnificent ass in existence. I don't have much experience with ass grabbing but I'm pretty sure its safe to say no others could compare to his.

The moment my hands sink into those perfect, rounded globes Deku lets out the most sinful moan and holy fuck, I've never heard a sexier sound in my life. I start kneading those cheeks over the thin fabric of his lounge pants, swallowing every whimper and moan I manage to pull from him.

"Mmm, Kacchan…" He whispers against my lips, his fingers tangling themselves in my hair.

Pulling back, I gently bite down on that fleshy bottom lip, tugging gently before releasing it. Instead of returning to his lips I press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and follow it with a series of wet kisses along his rounded jaw until I finally make my way up to his ear. "Beautiful, you're so fucking beautiful, Deku" I whisper lowly, he shivers in response. My voice is husky, laced with all these new feelings I've never experienced before. It's like I'm drunk and disoriented but still somehow completely here and aware. In the here and now, this is everything.

When I lean back, my eyes lock with the deepest pools of emerald. He's got this pretty blush dusting over his freckles and those eyes are reflecting back everything I'm feeling in this moment. Wonder, awe, lust… it's all there, plainly to see. In the back of my mind, I feel a twinge of regret, regret for taking so damn long to realize just how much of a gift Deku really is.

"Oi! We leave you two alone for two hours and we come back to find you sucking face like a couple of hormonal teenagers. Have some self-control, Brat…." And just like that, the warm and fuzzy fog in my brain clears out, replaced by a Hag induced migraine. Auntie is standing next to her, her face a bright cherry red while she's looking at everything but us.

Deku squeaks in surprise, shooting off my lap so fast he practically falls off the bed. I'm just barely able to grab his forearm before he tumbles over and pull him back. "Auntie, Mom! You weren't standing there long, right?"

"Could have fucking knocked or something, Hag." I lean back and cross my arms with a scowl.

"Don't be such an ass. We brought the two of you an early lunch so maybe you could just say thank you like a normal son instead of acting out like the little demon you are." I catch Deku laughing and promptly send an elbow to his ribcage for my troubles.

"Tch. Whatever. Thanks."

Auntie walks over to us, her expression unreadable as she hands us both covered bowls. I'm guessing her 'tentatively okay' disposition doesn't cover catching me making out with and fondling her son the next day.

After removing the lid to the white takeout bowl, I find it's full of ramen, Spicy chicken ramen if the smell is anything to go by. Deku's looks to be about the same but his lacks the spicy punch and instead carries a savory pork scent. He doesn't appear to be overly thrilled with the concept of eating, instead just stirring his chopsticks around in the broth. I bump my shoulder into his to get his attention, earning myself an irritated glare. "You need to eat" I scold him. He narrows his eyes in response, almost like he's challenging me.

"Katsuki's right, dear. You need to eat at least some of it" Auntie chimes in, her expression stern. With a childish groan, he shoves some food into his mouth, not looking up from his bowl as he chews. And the Hag calls me a brat….

"So, Auntie…" I start over a mouthful of noodles.

"Yes, Katsuki?" She responds as she goes to sit on the sofa by the window.

After swallowing I wipe my mouth with my napkin. "Golden Week is two weeks away and with your permission, I'd like to spend it with De- um, Izuku."

"Oh?"

"Really, Kacchan? What are we going to do?" Deku asks with interest.

"Yeah, I'm not sure if you know about Deku's bucket list or not…." I hope she knows, or the nerd might be pissed at me for bringing it up. Oh well, it's out now.

"Yes, I've seen it. What does it have to do with the upcoming holiday?" She tilts her head, watching me curiously.

"Right, well since we have off school for the week, I'd like to spend it with him and help him mark things off his list. We could go back to UA on Wednesday for his dialysis treatment and I'll make sure he's back here by Saturday morning for everything else."

The nerd absolutely lights up at my suggestion while Auntie remains quiet, hopefully actually considering it and not trying to determine the best way to say "no."

"That would be awesome. We could check out some of the cultural festivals, the Hero Con, the spring gardens… I think Ochaco's parents are presenting their restoration plans on one of the days. Ah, there's so much to do! Mom, can we do it? Please?" He's bouncing with every spoken word, his broth sloshing in it's bowl as he goes.

Auntie Inko smiles fondly at him, nodding her head indulgently at his enthusiasm. "We're going to have to set some ground rules for safety, but I think we can make that work."

"And I want lots of pictures of the two of you! Masaru and I can put a nice memory book together for you." The Hag claps her hands together with excitement, probably thrilled to have another excuse to break out her craft kit.

"Yes! I'm so excited. Just think of all the cool things we'll be able to do and see…" There's a faraway look in Deku's eyes, and I have to admit I'm pretty damn excited myself.