It's a Long Road to Redemption, Kacchan
Summary: Bakugou stares at the eyes of the villain, Deku's eyes, unable to believe the sight before him. There he is: the weak, quirkless loser he once took pleasure in tormenting until he drove him off the edge of a building.
Chapter 7: Something New
Bakugou can't figure what goes on in Deku's head but the villain doesn't torture him anymore, so he takes it as a good sign.
Impatience brews in his chest and he wants nothing more than to break free and warn the other heroes of the League's plans. Still, he needs to earn Izuku's trust first, if he has any chance of saving what remains of the kid he once knew.
"Kacchan…" Deku's voice sounds different today and his eyes speak of hesitation, as though he's toying with an unfamiliar idea.
"What, nerd?"
The villain steps closer and squats down before him, pulling his knees against his chest. He's biting his lip and Katsuki can smell a bout of mumbling incoming,
"Just spew it out, damn it,"
"Can I…can I try something new on you today?"
Bakugou's eyes widen in shock and fear seizes his heart. Izuku's quirk appears to have no long last effects but he doesn't want to go through with it ever again.
"Why? You want to torture me some more?" he lashes out, whatever hope he had of making progress with the other pulled out from under his feet.
Deku waves his scarred hands before him frantically,
"What, no! I…I actually want to make you feel something good for a change,"
Katsuki stares at him wide-eyed, trying to grasp the meaning behind the words,
"Can you even do that?"
It actually makes sense – if he can intensify the negative emotions one holds, why not the positive?
"I…I actually don't know," Izuku admits, a fleck of his childhood insecurity coming to the surface, "The villains…all they ever wanted was for me to explore this…dark side of my quirk, they never allowed me to do anything else."
Bakugou offers a curt nod, trying not to think about all the horrors those bastards must have put him through. He promises himself to take his time to make them suffer, careless of what the police or his agency may say.
He can imagine Deku small and broken, being torn away from his eternal rest, only to be tortured. It's a miracle he hasn't gone completely insane by now but that's probably just the nerd's infamous bullheadedness, mixed in with a long lost desire to be a hero.
"Kacchan…"
Katsuki closes his eyes, taking a deep, steadying breath. The selfishness in him spikes, as strong as ever. He tries to quell it, remind himself he's so no longer that explosive teen who only cared about his own good.
"I actually…I want to do it because this way I can find out if you really have changed for the best," Midoriya adds, words measured and careful, rehearsed.
Bakugou nods and he reads right through what the other's saying – this is a test for both of them. A test to show if he can be forgiven and if there's still hope for Deku.
He doesn't spend time pondering it, rather jumps into the opportunity head first, like the desperate man he is.
"Do your best, nerd."
Izuku's eyes light up and for a fleeting moment they almost look the way they did all those years ago – vibrant green and rich with hope.
"Thank you!" he says in a sing song voice, lips curling into a smile, "I promise this won't hurt!"
The hero licks his chapped lips, taking in the kindness, mixed in with insecurity exuding from the other. How Deku can manage to be a villain and still act nice, even after everything, is beyond him. Then again perhaps he never really understood the green haired boy.
"Just get over it," he grumbles, as impatient as ever.
The other raises a pale, scarred hand and puts it over his chest. Katsuki lets out a shaky breath, the other's touch doing something funny to his heart. Izuku's fingers are cold but gentle and he finds it hard to grasp how quickly his intentions change.
He can feel Deku's scarred fingers through his thin T-shirt and the contact makes him imagine things he knows he shouldn't.
A small voice inside his head suggests Izuku's sanity is shaken, his mind straying in different directions. He can't fantasize, can't imagine the story going a different way, the two of them going in the same direction.
(Even if he wants to).
He forces himself to believe there is nothing more to Deku's touch.
"Ready?" Midoriya sounds almost hopeful, so he meets his eyes and gives a curt nod,
"As much as I'll ever be,"
xxx
Reality slowly starts to fade, his thoughts melting away and succumbing to the brutal force of his emotions.
This time it's different.
There's no pain, no desire to escape the trap of his own imagination.
Katsuki can't quite describe it but he feels as though floating, various warm emotions bubbling up his chest. On instinct he stretches out a pale hand and tries to grasp them, cling onto the sense of bliss.
The anger – ever present and simmering in his chest – slowly dissipates, until it's reduced to steam, slowly evaporating into the air.
A memory flashes before his eyes and he's reminded of the time he caught Kirishima and Kaminari getting high in the redhead's room during their third year at UA, when Aizawa had a leave of absence.
Suddenly, he's there.
(Past)
"Dude, you should totally try it!" Eijirou suggests, sharp teeth locked into a lazy grin.
Bakugou scrunches his nose at the stench of weed, refusing to give in to the childish antics of his classmates.
Denki throws a hand around his broad shoulders and turns to look at him, his pupils the size of plates.
"Just go for it, man! We were just discussing…isn't it strange we have two eyes and ears and hands but only one mouth?"
Katsuki can imagine his seventeen year old self shake his head,
"Perhaps that means you should talk less, idiot,"
His two friends erupt into laughter as though this is the funniest moment of the lives.
"Dude, come on try it!" Kirishima encourages, as he dangles the joint before his face, "Just be mindful of the pants stealing gnomes!"
Katsuki shakes his head, mumbling a low,
"Fucking idiots, you'll never grow up," as he leaves, a trail of laughter following his footsteps.
"Don't tell Jirou you caught us!" Kaminari's voice trails behind him but he ignores it, "She'll cut my dick off if she finds out I smoked in the dorms!"
xxx
The memory brings about a feeling of camaraderie, filtered through prism of nostalgia.
Bakugou finds it strange how all the small moments appear bigger and more important in retrospect, as though he's looking though a magnifying glass. There are days he wishes to relive, so he can appreciate them for the first time.
"Those idiots sure knew how to party…"
The moment slowly fades away and morphs into a different scene.
The nice feeling draping over his shoulders dissipates and stronger, sharper feelings come to the surface. The guilt and anger he's felt for years are back, as potent as ever and Katsuki's red eyes go wide as he remembers that moment. A bit of the soft magic Deku has him under starts to fade away…
"Kacchan, relax," Izuku's voice sounds different, slightly hushed, as though coming from far away. Bakugou takes a shaky breath and tries to listen, for once,
"Just focus and all the good, ignore the rest."
Bakugou's gaze trails over his surroundings, the memory so vivid it might as well be real. The emotions in his chest intensify and he finds out the only way to make them go away is to allow himself to feel first.
xxx
(Past)
It's a rainy day mid-November and they're about to head home and study for the damn Math test on Thursday. He trudges behind a few of his classmates, boredom and annoyance on his mind. He's not in the mood to go to his room just yet and delve into the world of Algebra.
The first time he hears screaming, he doesn't even turn around, gaze focused on the horizon. It's probably just some prank gone wrong.
It isn't until someone screams, "Villains!" that he looks up, blazing red eyes demanding answers.
There's a spark of fear igniting in his chest but he puts it out as quickly as it came and fury engulfs his heart.
"Fucking hell!" the swear rolls of his tongue and he puts his palms together, ready to blast anyone away.
The details are a blur but he realizes the situation has gone south when a loud scream tears through the air.
His gaze flies in its direction only to find Tenya on the ground, right leg slashed and blood pouring out of it. There's a small puddle on the ground already and his skin is pale, unnaturally so.
Bakugou doesn't have time to figure out how or why it happens, all he knows it he must help because that's what heroes do, that's what All Might would do and that's what Aizawa has taught him.
"Hold on!"
Vaguely he figures someone beats him to the whole rescuing thing and to his utter amazement Uraraka – Round Face– stands tall and proud before the other boy. (Probably her boyfriend as a small, nagging voice that sounds an awful lot like Kaminari in his head suggests).
"Don't you dare hurt him!" Ochako snarls but he doesn't miss the horror in her voice, nor does he ignore the bravery.
"Oh, what a cute little girl," the villain mocks, sharp teeth forming a crooked smile "What are you gonna do, kiss him to make it better?"
A bout of laughter echoes through the ranks of the villains and Katsuki's blood boils with anger. He's itching for an explosion or a dozen.
He blasts his path towards what looks like the leader, leaving blood and broken limbs behind. He doesn't pay attention to the blows that land over him, nor does he notice the taste of iron in his mouth.
When he fights, it's as though he's in another dimension, one reduced to him and his enemies, bound together by the mutual desire for destruction.
A sudden scream tears him away from his path and he snaps around to take in a grotesque view.
Uraraka's soaked in blood, pale hand clinging onto her own injured shoulder as she kneels down next to Tenya, desperate to offer help.
"Just leave me and go!" Iida screams, dark blue eyes full of conviction.
Katsuki has the urge to roll his eyes – ever the martyr. Then again he'd probably do the same.
"I'm not leaving you!" Ochako shakes her head, stretching out a hand towards him, as though to get him to his feet.
She doesn't get the chance as the villain yanks her by the hair, making her turn and stare at him, brown eyes wide in horror.
"I won't even use my quirk, I wanna hear those pretty little bones in you snap,"
Bakugou doesn't think, he acts.
A single explosion propels him away and he lands before the enemy, much like a superhero in those damn magazines. Adrenaline pulses in his veins and he doesn't even notice his own blood decorating the pavement.
"Get your fucking hands off her,"
The man snorts, unimpressed,
"Why? You her knight in shining armour?"
Bakugou smirks, "Nah, but I will be the one that kills you."
The villain laughs, the sound dry and cynical against the stench of blood,
"Hell, kid, you read too much manga, no one says crap like that anymore. Symbol of Peace is gone, remember?"
Bakugou pays no notice to the vile words, preoccupying himself with the fight instead. This time it's different, the guy much stronger than his underlings.
He blasts a few explosions, lands a few good punches but without his gear he can only do so much.
"Mmm, kid, you're good," the villain drags the word out, a tint of amazement mixed in with recognition to his voice, "Not good enough though,"
He breaks out of the death grip Katsuki has on him with surprising ease and it makes dread curl around the teen's heart. He doesn't have time to react to the punch and vaguely he realizes the other has some sort of enhanced speed. A fist to the face lands him square on his ass.
The haziness of the scene tells him he's lost too much blood and the fight is taking a toll on him sooner than it should.
"Katsuki!" Uraraka's voice is frantic and a part of him knows that probably means he's in trouble. He throws a glare, as though to tell her to shut up but really it's more of a way to reassure himself.
He manages another explosion but the criminal dodges, then attacks once more. There's a kick to his back, a knee to the chest and he's already on the ground, lips stained red.
"You fucking bastard," is all he can manage as the world tilts to one side and black spots stain his vision.
"You have potential kid," the other points out and he can hear the smirk in his voice, "Too bad you didn't join us when given the chance."
Bakugou opens his mouth to swear but chokes instead. The villain delivers one final attack before stepping away, turning his back on him.
Big mistake, the blonde muses.
"Now about your friends…"
Reality starts to slip away from Katsuki's grasp and he's too weak to fight away the darkness that spreads from the corners of his vision.
"Get away from us!"
Then, he hears Uraraka yell. It does something to him, his blood running cold and eyes going wide in shock.
He's not sure how it happens but his legs start working before he can comprehend what's going on and suddenly he's up, staggering towards the villain. The man doesn't notice him, nor does he see it coming.
Bakugou's lips stretch into a predatory grin and with the last bit of strength he has he brings his bloodied, broken arms together and creates a blast.
He doesn't get to see the look on the bastard's face but he does hear a few screams of agony.
(His brain doesn't even register a few of those screams are his own.)
The important thing is the villain falls to the ground, away from his classmates. They're safe and it's only because of him.
Against all odds happiness blossoms in his chest like a sunflower, the clouds of guilt and anger scattering.
He's saved one, no two lives already. And it counts… right?
Deku would be…he would be proud.
And really that's all that matters, so he manages a weak smile. He looks up to the steel sky – See that, Izuku?
(If he dies like this than at least he gets to tell the damn nerd he saved someone).
xxx
The next memory is one of him lying in a hospital bad, his own heartbeat echoed through a machine.
Bakugou huffs to the best of his ability as he scans through the room with a disappointed glare… so, he didn't die – how anticlimactic.
Aizawa's tired face comes into view and he's told to never scare them like that ever again. He pays no notice but his teacher looks relieved so he figures, the others are probably okay, UA gets to survive another day.
"Go to sleep, Bakugou," the pro hero instructs and he grunts, not like he's one to follow orders. His brain though has other plans and he passes out not a minute later.
Even in that dreadful state between two worlds, clinging onto consciousness he still doesn't miss the content of knowing – he's saved someone, for once.
The feeling is warm and reassuring, like a blanket draped across his shoulders during a storm.
"I knew you could do it, Kacchan,"
xxx
"What you did was very brave," Aizawa tells him two days later, when Bakugou is strong enough to sit up in bed.
He's a wreck but he will recover fully and that's all he chooses to focus on. That and knowing he's started paying back a debt long overdue.
"Not like I did it to get some dumb praise," he barks, voice thick with underuse, like nails to a chalkboard.
"It was also very, very stupid," the teacher adds, leaning in closer.
Katsuki rolls his eyes, yeah, he already heard that from his parents and even principal Nezu who thought UA's most reckless, bravest student deserved a special visit after cheating death.
(That or he didn't want his parents to sue the academy so he had to act nice).
"You shouldn't have risked your life on your own, should have called for help," Aizawa continues, voice as calm and levelled as always.
Bakugou meets his eyes – tired and bloodshot. They don't seem calm and he's learnt a long time ago you should trust a man's eyes and nothing else. A spark of guilt ignites in his chest and for a fraction of a second he feels sorry for what he's done.
Not because of himself but rather the tears his mother refuses to shed and the exhaustion on his dad's face. If he were to be gone…he shakes his head, no way in hell is he starting to think about that.
"Yeah and in the meantime Round-face and Four-eyes would've fucking died!" he shouts, words so loud they might as well silence his demons.
Aizawa leans back against the plastic chair, shaking his head as his black locks sway from one direction to another. He gives him a long, steadying look and Katsuki feels as though for the first time in his life someone really looks at him.
Not at his amazing quirk, good looks or bad temper but at him.
"And what if you died?"
Bakugou lets out a snort, trying to hide the chill that runs down his spine. His good hand (the other is in a sling) curls into a fist,
"At least I would've gone out doing something good, for once."
The words leave his mouth before he can stop himself and he clasps his fingers around his mouth to take them back. He can't of course – words don't work like that, he's learnt in the hard way. The atmosphere shifts, something heavy like lead pressing down his shoulders.
He closes his eyes and takes a shaky breath, the only sound he can hear his own heartbeat and the annoying beep of the machine.
"Whatever you feel guilty for, it's not worth dying over,"
Katsuki laughs, the sound stained and bitter and making his split lip throb,
"You wouldn't be saying that if you knew what I've done,"
Aizawa crosses his arms over his chest and shoots him a long stare which morphs from scrutiny into something soft. Bakugou mistakes it for pity until realizing it's not, rather an emotion he has no name for.
"I know you lost a friend."
Dread slips into his chest and makes his blood run cold. His heart monitor spikes and he has to take a steady breath to calm down before the nurses rush in. For one long moment he foolishly thinks perhaps UA knows. Perhaps they have put the pieces together and he gets to pay for what he did to Deku.
Perhaps he gets kicked out because no one wants a hero who has his hands painted with blood.
"What, you don't think we run our background checks on everyone we accept?" Aizawa asks, taking in his shock.
A part of Katsuki is scared but the other is…relieved. At least now someone knows which means he'll be punished for what he's done. There won't be any more nice treatment he hasn't earned.
"I can't imagine what a nightmare it is to lose someone at such a young age," his teacher adds and the illusion shatters.
So…So they don't know. He gets another day in the prison of his own guilt then.
"What I do know, is the person you lost wouldn't want you to die,"
Bakugou shakes his head at the comment, a sudden desire to laugh at the utter irony of it. The words strike a chord without the older hero realizing it. A few pesky tears escape his eyes but he refuses wipe them away as that would mean acknowledging them.
(He runs the fastest when running from his own demons).
"Next time, don't go out there killing yourself," Aizawa instructs, adopting the fatherly tone his own dad's always been a master of, "You do deserve help, as much as everyone else."
The blonde doubts it but a small part of him, the one that still remembers he's only sixteen, clings onto the words and begs him to just believe.
(It makes something warm, warm and safe spread through his chest.
In another world Deku smiles at him.)
xxx
The next memory takes place a few days later, once his classmates are allowed to visit.
Katsuki isn't surprised when a pair of gentle arms wraps around him and a mop of soft brown hair invades his privacy.
"You saved my life!" Uraraka tells him, the moment she releases him, after being sworn at profusely.
He grunts, as though to signal he doesn't care,
"Mine and Iida's too!" she adds, chocolate-like eyes full of genuine gratitude.
Bakugou holds her gaze for a second too long and it does something funny to him, melting away a bit of the ice that surrounds his heart. The room suddenly appears brighter, as though Ochako's smile has brought a life of its own to it.
"You were so brave," the brunette adds as her hand lands on his, thumb swiping through a small patch of skin that isn't bruised.
He wants to push her away but never quite goes through with it and he isn't sure why. Perhaps it's the bravery behind her gestures, how she doesn't seem afraid to show the world every emotion that goes through her heart.
(It's a different kind of bravery – a quiet one that has nothing to do with defeating villains or explosions…Katsuki thinks perhaps it deserves the same respect.)
That and – and Bakugou can't remember the last time anyone held his hand. Better yet he does remember it and doesn't want to as Deku's smiling, childish face is now sealed in his mind.
"Of course I was fucking brave," he grumbles, for good measure.
The girl chuckles, rolling her eyes at his usual antiques. She then bites her lip, hesitating with the next words.
"You know…you're not as bad as you pretend to be, Katsuki."
He looks away, red eyes trailing over the square of pristine blue sky the windows frame.
"You don't have to say it just because I saved you and your shitty ass crush."
Uraraka shakes her head, ignoring his last words, as though refusing to take the bait and change the topic.
"Thank you for what you did Katsuki," she asserts and he can't find a single trace of lies in her voice.
She doesn't seem to expect a reply and for that he's grateful.
"Just…maybe think about showing kindness outside of being in mortal danger?"
Bakugou can't help the chuckle, who knew she had a sense of humour? Perhaps he should pay attention to the extras after all. (Perhaps there is no such thing as extras in life but he'll learn that lesson latter on).
"You…weren't bad either," he grumbles, before he loses the courage to, "The way you stood up to that ass wipe when he brought Iida down was cool."
Uraraka's face goes a nice shade of pink and he isn't sure if it's because of the praise or their classmate being brought up again. Probably both. It only seals his suspicious about the two of them but it's not like he cares about romance anyway.
"Thanks," she responds, shooting him another smile that looks like compressed sunshine, "I'm not like your average useless heroine in a shounen, you know?"
Katsuki snorts, shaking his head as he takes in the jab directed towards his own little quips,
"I guess you aren't."
Uraraka grins brightly and for one short moment – an eternity of its own – Bakugou feels like a normal person, like someone who doesn't have to think about dead classmates and repaying a debt that can't be repaid in the first place.
Something nice bubbles up his chest and he feels lighter, even if it's an illusion that won't last.
The girl stays with him for what feels like hours, telling him simple things like gossip and what they've studied and how Midnight pranked Aizawa…
Katsuki remains silent, safe for the occasional swear and yet it feels good, simple and normal – the kind of conversation two teens should have.
"Kirishima is worried about you, by the way."
His fists curl around the sheets but he doesn't say anything to that and Uraraka takes it as her cue to leave.
The sky's already a soft shade of pink, slowly bleeding into purples and reds as the sun sets.
"Deku, I fucking saved someone," he grumbles under his breath, eyes locked on something far away, a time and a boy long gone,
"So you'd better be fucking watching,"
xxx
Round-face visits him every day, bringing him neatly written notes and spicy food. Somehow, through little jokes here and there and talking about everything and nothing she stops being "round face" and becomes Ochako in his head.
(He doesn't change the nickname in his phone though; he is who he is after all.)
After pushing Hair for brains away, she's the closest he has to a friend, not that he admits it out loud. Not that he even thinks he deserves a friend in the first place but he doesn't want to let her go just yet, not when she takes a way a little portion of the darkness.
xxx
Sometimes Kirishima visits too, under Kaminari's scrutinizing gaze. Fortunately his nose heals perfectly but Bakugou can't help the occasional stab of guilt when he sees the redhead.
This one time Katsuki's focuses on the grey sky outside, the rhythmic sound of the rain.
"I'm sorry…" the words slip past his lips without his notion, "For breaking your nose and shit."
Kirishima nods, a look of forgiveness over his face. It's nothing pompous but between them it doesn't have to be. There's some unspoken understanding their relationship is to be built upon.
They get closer and even Denki starts to relax when around him, despite the daily insulting contest. Who knew the electric blonde had such a profound vocabulary.
xxx
Iida pays him a visit and even brings cookies out of gratitude,
"Not that it's the same as saving someone's life," he points out, fixing the new pair of glasses on his nose, "But they are pretty good,"
Bakugou snorts, that's the closest he's heard to a joke from the nerd.
"Yeah, not bad," he grunts, taking a bite, even when he hates anything sweet, "And by the way you and Round face should really get together, this is all beginning to look like a damn fucking high school romantic anime,"
He doesn't really care if Iida gets the girl or not but he does laugh his ass off at the scarlet tint of red that the nerd's cheeks become as he stutters vague excuses and goes on a rant about how fellow classmates should focus on education, rather than teenage flings.
(Weeks later Iida has an official speech to make, proclaiming his relationship with Ochako. Uraraka's face is a nice shade of pink and her smile is so vibrant that for one brief, eternal moment all Katsuki can think is:
Could I ever have what they do?
For some reason his train of thoughts leads him to Deku).
xxx
Somewhere in between all the jokes with Kirishima and Denki, sharing notes with Ochako, playing chess with Iida and the few visits of everyone else in class…things change.
They're no longer the extras that surround him during boring classes, neither are they the people he's terrified of hurting the same way he did Deku.
Little by little they become something dangerously close to friends.
In the end of the day, no matter how hard you run away someone's love finally catches up to you; he concludes with equal parts annoyance and amazement.
And though Katsuki wants to deny it, happiness sets a tiny, delicate root in his heart.
xxx
(Present)
Bakugou blinks his eyes open, the monotone grey of the cell coming into view.
It's different this time. There is no lingering pain, no exhaustion, rather the exact opposite. He feels refreshed and awake, everything around him vibrant and saturated. It's as though he's reborn.
"Kacchan…" the nickname sounds softer that he remembers and it tastes like honey on his tongue.
He muses Deku's quirk is probably still active as he feels every little thing a hundred times stronger.
Izuku's eyes meet his, wide and green, full of something fleeting like hope and a desire for answers.
"You did good, nerd," Katsuki grunts after a pause, words leaving his mouth in a calculated, collected manner.
As expected, Deku's cheeks turn a warm tint of pink and he shoots him an awkward smile. So, he still can't accept compliments. And, as a nagging voice insists in his head, he still looks cute while at it.
"Kacchan…all those things you felt," Midoriya bites on his lip, as though struggling with his own emotions, "You…you were so happy. That girl you saved, those friends you made…"
"You can see that!?" Bakugou demands harshly, suddenly feeling exposed.
Could Deku see his memories? Get inside his head? Because if so – his mind goes into override just thinking of the possibilities, calculating the immense strength that would give him. A tiny spark of jealousy ignites in his chest and he hates himself for it but-
"No," Midoriya shakes his head, as though reading his thoughts, "No, I can't see your memories. I can't recognize the faces that you remember or the places or anything really but I can-"
He waves his hands before him to showcase what he means,
"I can feel it. And it's the weirdest thing ever it just…gives me an idea of what happened, through the emotions you experienced."
Bakugou takes a shaky breath, trying to make sense of it all.
"Hell, that's fucked up."
Izuku's eyes dart away, as though he's burned by the words,
"Leave it to me to have a messed up quirk once I finally get one," he chuckles, the sound lifeless and flat.
It cuts right through Katsuki's heart, Deku shouldn't sound like that.
Before he thinks about it he takes Izuku's hands into his own. The villain steps away in shock. He doesn't let go though, even when the shorter man tries to pull away. His skin is clammy and hot, maybe running a fever.
Bakugou doesn't know why, he doesn't even begin to understand it but there is a pull towards the other, one he's felt his entire life. It's as though a loose thread connects them and no matter how far away he goes, Deku is always pulled along with him.
(He'd never admit it but the opposite is also true).
"Kacchan…" the name is barely above a whisper, weighted down by the nostalgia behind it, years' worth of memories all compressed into one word. Then there's something else, something new and different, an unspoken question, a silent proposition.
Izuku frees his right hand and places it over his chest and he doesn't fight it, against his better judgement.
"Ah," Deku's lips curve into a small o-shape and shock paints his pale face.
Katsuki has to resist the urge to count the freckles contrasting against milky skin.
"What you feel…" the villain licks his lips, as though struggling to believe it.
Bakugou opens his mouth to say something, offer any explanation but no words come to mind. All there is, is the feeling of warmth in his chest and the desire to –
Deku's lips seal his own.
Author's Note: What did you think of the chapter? Bakugou's memories? I love adding Uraraka to the mix, she's such a great support character and her friendship with Katsuki really makes sense to me.
And that final scene – did it take you by surprise as much as it did Bakugou xD To be honest I loved writing that line so much!
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