I'm back. A bunch happens in this one, be prepared.
Today's class had been great. Midnight hadn't really had much planned after the closeness exercise, so she let them go early. Most of the students in 1-A went back to the dorms to get a head start on homework, but Izuku went to a nearby park to think. He needed air after today.
Walking through the cherry blossoms with his hands in his pockets, Izuku began to think.
Why him? Bakugo had bullied Izuku since his quirk developed, but stopped after the incident with the sludge villain. He thought back to that incident.
He genuinely felt like breaking down, but decided to wait until he got home. All Might, his idol, had just saved him from a villain, and then had told him that he couldn't become a hero. He was devastated. He had been clinging to the smallest bit of hope that a quirkless kid like him could become a hero, and his idol had just taken it away from him. He had nothing to look forward to.
He continued to sulk on his usual path home, until the sound of distant screams brought him back to reality. Excitement pulsed through his veins for a split second; he could see the pros in action! Then he remembered All Might's words.
Izuku only took notes on heroes so he could use their techniques when he was a hero, but now that that dream was crushed he didn't see any purpose in having them. He walked by the street of the crime, looking over what was happening.
It was truly a pitiful sight of the pro heroes. Mount Lady, Kamui Woods, and some others- he no longer cared who they were- were standing helplessly on the sides, frantically watching a villain assault a person.
Suddenly, recognition hit him like a ton of bricks. That was the same villain that had attacked him. When he had clung to All Might, the bottles containing the green sludge must have fallen out of All Might's pockets. All Might hadn't noticed because he was being a distraction. The villain was attacking an innocent person because he had been selfish. This was his fault, so he had to fix it. Even if it killed him.
Because his actions could kill this person. Running on pure adrenaline, he sprinted to the scene, taking in what was happening. The sludge villain was attacking someone who looked around his age, with blonde hair and- the same school uniform? As he looked closer, he saw his classmate, childhood friend, and bully, sludge endlessly flowing into his mouth, as it had earlier with Izuku. He knew what Bakugou was going through, and knew the horrible pain he was feeling. His body acting on its own, Izuku ran as fast as he could at the villain, ignoring the pros telling him to stop. He flung his bright yellow backpack at the villain's eye, knowing that was the only solid part of him. The villain reacted by backing away, if only slightly, and fixing his attention onto Izuku. He hadn't planned at all, and now Izuku stood still, staring at the villain in horror. Bakugou was staring at him too. Knowing there was nothing else to do, he resorted to uselessly clawing at the villain's 'body'.
"What are you doing?!" Bakugou yelled, coughing.
Izuku looked at him, tears welling up, and smiled as brightly as he could muster. "You looked like you needed saving!"
The look Bakugou gave him stumped him to this day. It was a mix of pain, relief, fear, and worry. Worry. Though it was barely there, the worry in Bakugou's eyes was by far the most memorable part of that day.
Why would he have worried about me? Izuku stopped by a small wooden bench by a cherry blossom sapling with only three small pink flowers. It looked so puny next to the grand cherry blossoms, overflowing with large flowers, and yet so beautiful.
Izuku sat down on the bench, getting his notebook out of his bag. He looked at the burned and frayed cover, 'No. 13' written in his sloppy scrawl, though it was smudged and faded. He thought of Bakugou. He did this, he ruined this, so why do I treasure it so much? He thought.
He opened it to a fresh page, though the edges of it were blackened. It was the page following All Might's autograph. He got out a black ball point pen, and thought about what to write.
I care about him, more than anyone else. But why? After pondering for a couple of minutes, tapping the back of his pen on the page, he thought of something to write.
On the top line, he wrote 'reasons I care about Kacchan'. He continued to write bullet points, each on their own line. Though the title was for the reasons he cared, he knew he would just write things he noticed about his childhood friend.
-His hair is spiky, but soft to the touch.
-He seems tough on the outside, but likes cuddling.
-His eyes get softer when I look into them.
-His jawline is soft yet prominent at the same time. (how?)
-His hands are calloused.
-He sleeps curled up in a ball.
-He likes dogs.
-His voice is really soothing when he talks quietly.
-He would do anything to save someone he cares about.
-His left eye does that weird thing when he displays emotion.
-His teeth are really white.
-When he smiles genuinely, it's always when he's talking about me.
-His real smile is cute.
-His arms are very strong. (it's really nice to be held in them.)
-His eyes have a slight orange and pink hue. (I could get lost in them forever)
-His chest was nice to lie on.
-My head fits perfectly against his collarbone.
-Though he'll never admit it, he cares about my wellbeing.
He pressed his pen to his lips before crossing out the "care about" in the title and replacing it with "love". 'Reasons I love Kacchan' was now written. Izuku nodded to himself, that's more accurate.
-His lips look really soft.
Izuku closed his notebook and put it and the pen into his bag before zipping it back up. He hurried back to the dorms, noticing it was getting dark.
On his walk back, he passed by a street similar to the one the sludge incident took place at. He thought about Bakugou's expression again. There was another emotion there, the wrinkle under his left eye was prominent. Pain, fear, relief, worry, and something else. After a minute of being lost in thought, he settled for obliviousness.
When he got to the dorm, the lobby was bustling. Mina, Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima were on the floor talking, all leaning on each other. Most of the other girls were absent, except for Yaoyorozu, who was showing her little doll bombs to Todoroki. Koda was feeding Tokoyami's Dark Shadow apples, and Bakugou was sitting alone at a table away from everyone, studying. His brow was furrowed and he was holding up his head with his hand to his forehead. He was stumped. Izuku walked over to his table and looked over his shoulder at the work he was doing. Mathematics homework. Izuku had finished that in the time he was given at the end of class; mathematics came easy to him.
"Want me to help you with it?" Izuku suggested. Bakugou flinched, not knowing he was there.
Bakugou just grunted and got up, but Izuku knew that was a yes. He followed the explosive blonde to his room. Kirishima whistled at Bakugou as he saw him leave with Izuku, and Bakugou shot him a deathly glare before he turned the corner. Izuku giggled quietly at the gesture.
The walk to Bakugou's room was silent. Once they got there, Bakugou sat on his bed and put his homework on a book so he could write. Izuku sat down next to him after closing the door. In fifteen minutes Izuku had cleared up the problem he was having.
"You have to carry the one. Good." He gestured to his notebook, where he had dedicated the page right after the "Reasons I love Kacchan" to fixing Bakugou's problem. The page was filled with detailed instructions on algorithms.
Bakugou circled the answer and put his finished homework next to him. Izuku closed his notebook and put it back in his bag. The two just sat on his bed, looking at the wall. Bakugou moved his hand over Izuku's, not saying anything. Izuku just smiled. Kacchan, I love your calluses.
Bakugou looked at him like he grew a third arm. Suddenly Izuku realized he had said that aloud.
"OhmygodI'msosorrypleaseforgivemmph!" Izuku was cut off by Bakugou's soft lips. They're softer than they look, he noted. After a second, Izuku kissed him back. Bakugou broke the kiss, much to Izuku's dismay.
"Have you ever done this before?" he asked.
"No, have you?"
"No. I only kind of know what I'm doing because that guy with the wings from junior high had some books on it, if you know what I mean."
"O-okay," Izuku said, unable to make eye contact. "You lead then."
"Yeah, one second." Bakugou got up off the bed and walked to his desk. He straightened a stack of papers, then turned back to Izuku. "It was bothering me."
Izuku chuckled. "You fuss over the weirdest things, Kacchan."
"Yeah, whatever, nerd." Bakugou pushed Izuku's shoulders back, making him lie on his back. He then proceeded to kissing him. He held Izuku's wrists and put one knee on the bed to hold himself up. He prodded Izuku's bottom lip with his tongue, requesting entrance, and Izuku immediately granted it. Bakugou explored every part of Izuku's mouth with his tongue, and Izuku explored his a little too. Bakugou let go of Izuku's wrists to give himself better mobility, and Izuku took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Bakugou's neck.
Izuku breathed heavily between kisses. Bakugou tasted sweet, like caramel. Must be the nitroglycerin.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Bakugou and Izuku immediately stop kissing and looked at the door.
"Bakubro?" Kirishima was the one knocking. Bakugou reluctantly got up off of Izuku, kissing his nose before he did. Izuku giggled cutely, and Bakugou smiled. Izuku sat up as Bakugou went and answered the door. Kirishima was there in an off-the-shoulder sweatshirt and sweatpants. "Hey bro I had something to- oh hey Midoriya! You're good at math right? I had trouble with the problem with the algorithms, can you help me out?" Kirishima was now completely ignoring Bakugou.
"Uh, yeah! I have to go right now, but I've got detailed instructions on how to do it. Here," Izuku got his notebook back out of his bag and ripped out the page of notes quickly, not realizing he looked like a blushing mess, his lips wet. He folded it into quarters and handed it to Kirishima before swinging his backpack onto his back and leaving. "Bye Kacchan, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye," he said.
"Well uh, that was actually why I came here, so I'll go. Bye bro!" Bakugou waved and shut his door.
Izuku basically ran back to his dorm, needing to think about this whole thing. When he got there, he quickly unlocked the door and got out his notebook. He closed the door behind him and got a pen, needing desperately to write this all down. He refused to allow himself to forget even a little bit of it.
He decided to just continue the list he had started earlier so he flipped to the page. There was a page ripped out, then a page of notes on algorithms. Izuku's eyes widened in realization. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit! He immediately got up off the bed and took his notebook with him.
He sprinted to Kirishima's room in record time, getting across the building in less than five seconds. He basically pounded down the door with his fist.
"Kirishima? Kirishima, Kirishima! Hello? Please open the door. Kirishima, I've made a mis-" the door opened. "-take… Hey. Here's the math sheet, did you read the one I gave you yet?" Izuku handed him the sheet, desperation in his green eyes.
"Yeah. Can we talk for a bit?" Kirishima said, gesturing to his room.
"Sure." Izuku seemed dejected as he walked into Kirishima's room. "Did you read all of it?"
"Yep. It was pretty sweet."
Izuku buried his face in his hands. "Ugh, nobody was supposed to read that."
"I knew that after I read it. But can we talk about it?"
"No harm in it," Izuku removed one hand, as if to say 'I've got nothing to lose now.'
"So you really like him, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Have you kissed him yet?"
Izuku hesitated before answering. "Yeah."
"Ooh! When?"
"Today."
"Ooh! What time? Where? How was it?"
"In his room, ten minutes ago."
"Shit. I interrupted, didn't I?"
"It's fine. We shouldn't have gone that far anyway for a first."
"How far did you go?"
"Tongues."
"Oh, I thought you were gonna say something different. I've gone farther."
This peaked Izuku's interest. "With who?"
"Mina."
"Ooh! I would've never guessed!"
"Yeah. I think Sero likes her too. He doesn't know we're together. Actually, I think you're the only person who knows about our relationship."
"I'm honored."
Kirishima laughed. "So, was it as good as you thought it would be?"
"Better."
"Really!"
"Yeah, he's a great kisser. I mean, I have no experience in that area but-"
"That was your first kiss?!"
"Yeah."
"Dude! I thought you were together with Uraraka!"
"Uraraka?! No, she's just my friend!"
"Wow!"
"Yeah, I can see how people can be confused, though."
"Oh, if you don't mind me asking, how far did you go with Mina?"
"We've fucked."
"Oh! Well, okay, wasn't expecting that. When?"
"Last month, when most people were home with their families."
"Huh. Smart."
"Yeah, we didn't want anyone hearing us, ha!"
"Hey can you tell me something honestly?"
"Sure, ask away."
"Do you think I'm a top or a bottom?"
"With Bakugou, you're a bottom, definitely."
"How would that work?"
"Anal."
"What's that?"
"Oh my god, you're so pure and innocent."
"What does it mean?"
"It means through the ass."
"Whaaaat?!" Izuku quieted down to a whisper. "Do you think it'll hurt?"
"I don't know."
Izuku got quiet, his lips forming a cute pout. After a couple of seconds, he looked back at Kirishima. "I'm nervous, but I want to do it with him."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I know it's gonna happen sometime, so I want it to be with him."
"That's nice."
"You think?"
"Yeah! You're really in love with him, I think it's sweet."
"Do you think he loves me too?"
"Based on what you wrote, yeah."
Izuku smiled to himself. So Kacchan loves me too.
"You're so cute when you think about him."
Izuku lit up. "You think so?"
"Yeah, Bakugou's a lucky dude."
"Ha. Well, I gotta go. Um, can you not tell anyone about this whole thing?" Izuku picked up his notebook and got up.
"I've gotcha covered, bro. Can you not tell anyone about me and Mina, though?"
"Yeah."
"Alright, thanks. Bye."
"Bye." Izuku walked at a leisurely through the narrow hallway. I'll do it tomorrow. I'll go all the way with him.
Thanks for reading! Would you mind if i made this a lemon? Leave a review! C'ya.
~cactys