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T-Shirt
“Um, Bakugo? Why the hell are you wearing Midoriya’s t-shirt?”
“Huh? The fuck you say, Icy-Hot?” The blond young man was rubbing his morning eyes as he poured himself a bowl of cereal from the common area kitchen. He responded on instinct to his friend’s voice without thinking or registering what he had said. Too tired for real food this morning, too tired to talk, barely conscious…
‘Maybe I’ll grab a few hard-boiled eggs for protein. Yeah, that’s a good idea… should replenish that… heh… shitty nerd… he won’t be able to walk for a week… fuck, half a miracle *I* can… heh… I’ll grab him an orange juice too if Iida hasn’t scarfed them ALL again… wait… what did that half and half bastard say?’
Bakugo set down the cereal box and bowl and blinked a few times, unfocused. He looked across the counter and saw Todoroki and Kirishima just staring at him, wide eyed and gaping. He finally realized his shirt felt different. Didn’t fit the same. Too tight. The material was thinner, softer. He absentmindedly pulled at it and squinted under the harsh common area lights to inspect it. Wait. The color was wrong and why was there writing on it…
Wait.
WAIT!
“OH FUCK!”
“BWAHAHAHAHAHA! YEAH YOU DID!”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP SHITTY HAIR!”
“I WISH MIDORIYA HAD LAST NI-”
*BOOM*
Bakugo let off a close-range concussive blast right in his best friend’s rocky face. The spikey red-head had expected the attack and had already activated his quirk the moment he had started laughing, so he took no damage from the small explosion. He had only been pushed back a few feet and not even knocked off balance. Instead, he was doubled over from laughing, holding his sides as his shoulders shook uncontrollably. Over the years he had gotten predictive of Bakugo’s temperamental and instantaneous outbursts. He had turned it into a game of reflexes in order to strengthen his own reaction times.
“Hey! Kiri-babe!? Are you ok?” A lovely pink hued young woman with small, twisted yellow horns protruding from her short mauve hair bounced to the red-head’s side. She held Kirishima’s face between her palms and looked him over. He was fine, cackling like an idiot, tears streaming down his face. Jerk-face Bakugo being a jerk face on a Saturday morning just a week into FINALS. She glared over at him with her black and yellow eyes. “Bakugo! What’s gotten into you!? Too rude for this early! Wait… are you wearing Midoriya’s… night shirt??”
“Shit. You too, Raccoon Eyes??” Bakugo couldn’t even bring himself to yell this time.
He could feel how red his face was turning with embarrassment. His head and shoulders slumped and he rubbed the palms of both hands into his eyes. He ran his fingers up through his fluffy blond hair and abandoned the cereal and bowl, knowing someone else would just snatch it anyway. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of orange juice and shoved them under his arms, thankful for the well-stocked fridge. UA spared no expense when it came to the health and fitness of their child-soldier students.
“Nope nope nope. Not doing this.” He shook his head, not daring to make eye contact with anyone in the room. “I’m going back to my room.”
“Tell Midoriya good morning for me, babe,” the pink woman smiled and cooed. She was the only one in the room who could get away with the teasing at this point. “Might want to wear a polo with a popped collar this week too…”
“Fuck off, Mina,” Bakugo flipped her off before kicking open the door to the stairwell and stomping back up the flights.
*
Stupid Todoroki. Stupid Kirishima. Stupid Mina. Stupid… had anyone else been in the common area? Bakugo didn’t think so. But Mina’s a blabber mouth. The whole dorm would know by noon. Stupid stupid stupid… Bakugo kept mumbling to himself and grinding his teeth as he kicked at the steps. It wasn’t really a secret that he and Midoriya were… a thing… but it also wasn’t openly talked about.
There hadn’t been any public displays of affection beyond how they had previously been behaving with each other- now that they both knew how to play the game. Same teasing and touching and head grabbing and roughhousing… but now the two UNDERSTOOD and flung woven inuendoes back and forth like it was a new sport. And Bakugo really hadn’t expected his newly minted sex life to be the breakfast gossip already!
Heh. Sex life. Up until a few months ago he was just this side of asexual. More concerned with success than anything else. He had never thought that SEX would have been a thing. And definitely not with Izuku. Not in a million years. But it was now. Guess it just had to be the right person. And had been so decadent that Bakugo couldn’t help but lick his lips and catch his breath at the thought. The memories from the previous night came flooding back to him as he pushed his door open and chuckled at the soft snores coming from his rumpled bed. Consenting adults can do as they please, and boy had they ever…
***
*24 hours earlier*
Midoriya was in homeroom early for once. The broccoli-topped young man was going through his notebook, scanning over the list of exams that he was individually taking. Like usual, he was muttering to himself and making all kinds of notes in the margins.
Midoriya knew his Kacchan was getting some last-minute workouts in and didn’t want to bother him. Bakugo preferred morning routines and Midoriya, evening. It was safer to be out of the dorms early than to accidentally distract one another. As if their paths crossing would have been accidental. His exam list included Bakugo’s schedule as well, which was part of why he was making new annotations. This was the last big push and they both knew they needed to FOCUS on their studies and training.
It was the Friday of the first week of finals. All of the written exams would wrap up today and the students of UA high would have all Saturday and Sunday to rest and prepare for the practical exams the following week. Hero course students would be put through rigorous physical tests. Support class students had lab practicals and presentations. Business course students had mock and real interviews and logistics and analytical tests. General studies had a mixture of all of the above based on their final placement choices and teacher recommendations.
Even though he was still a member of class 3A, Izuku Midoriya was mostly taking the general studies finals. With the loss of his quirk, he had been forced to drop a number of the hero courses he would have taken as a second- and third-year student. He was in a unique situation where his previous knowledge and training was invaluable to hero work.
A whole new course of study was in the process of being developed around this. He was looking forward to continuing to develop this new way of looking at quirk and quirkless use in society and education. It’s why he was going in to teaching instead of direct hero work for his new career path. He wanted to mold a better and brighter future and had PLANS. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t that far of a stretch or surprise. He had spent most of his life analyzing heroes and quirks, and only a sliver of a fraction actively being a hero. And he was grateful for that experience. How many VOLUMES of ‘Hero Analysis for the Future’ had he written?
He was still going to take some of the physical fitness hero course finals in order to round out the studies and basically Guinea-pig the system for someone quirkless.
But his hero course physical final wouldn’t be until Thursday, nearly a week away, so his body wouldn’t need to be READY until then…
More indiscriminate mutterings and scribblings as he contemplated something decidedly NOT school related. Maybe this could be the perfect opportunity to take the next step with Kacchan… He knew the health and physical fitness-vigilant young man wouldn’t risk overdoing anything to his own body at a crucial time like this, but maybe Midoriya could bear that stress first… If he could find the confidence to be forward enough about it.
***
The first twenty four hours of them being together was ... Intense... Quite the roller coaster and learning curve of emotions. Study sessions turned into wrestling matches when their tempers clashed. These quickly turned into make-out sessions, ending in much more exploration of their pent-up desire.
It took over a month to actively discuss how to deal with the intense physical attraction the felt for each other. And not just fumble through messy experimentation, no matter how much they enjoyed how their body's just moved on their own. Eventually the two young men had had bashful and stutter-filled conversations pertaining to the notion of intercourse and how that might work between them. Somewhere along the line, they were learning to open up with their words, not just their fists for the first time in their lives.
But they had yet to take that biggest leap. They were both open to the idea of either giving or receiving, with Bakugo leaning towards dominating more often and Midoriya submitting. Which, considering their entire lifetime of interactions, was unsurprising.
What Midoriya did find surprising was that about a quarter of the time they both were drawn to the opposite way around. Something about the reverse dynamic was curiously appealing to the two of them. The feel of Midoriya pinning the larger young man down and being in control like he had those few months ago was invigorating. Back when Bakugo dared him to fight again instead of just resigning to continue chasing his heels…
***
And here he was, years later, still sitting directly behind Bakugo, appearing to be chasing his heels again. He stared longingly at the empty seat in front of him, imagining the shape of the man in his mind before his presence would fill it soon. For three years he sat silently in this fatefully assigned seat memorizing every curve and contour of those perfectly sculped shoulders. Nearly three years longing to reach out and run his fingertips along the creases of the muscles. Never in his wildest dreams back then could he imagine actually being able to do just that. He smiled coyly to himself as he thought about how recently he had been able to indulge in that fantasy. And not just his fingertips knew every angle and dip and scar of that back... Now he knew exactly how those broad shoulders tasted as well.
“Oi! Nerd! Wake up!” Bakugo playfully kicked the leg of the desk and Midoriya was jolted out of his daydreams.
He roughly grabbed a handful of Midoriya’s curly green hair with his left hand and gave it a tug. To any onlooker it was a standard interaction between the two childhood rivals. A scene that had played out exactly like this hundreds of times before. Typical bully, right? But to most of the rest of the class… they knew otherwise. They knew long before the duo would admit it to themselves.
Even calling the young man ‘nerd’ had taken on new meaning. ‘Nerd’ was now more like a term of endearment to replace Deku. Bakugo realized somewhere along the line he started calling Midoriya ‘nerd’ more often than ‘Deku.’ Before he apologized and began calling him Izuku for the first time since childhood. It was around the same time when Midoriya made Deku his hero name and OTHERS started using it. Stole his pet name and gave it away for free. Gave it to PINK CHEEKS for free. Rude.
Bakugo discretely brushed his thumb along the fuzzy buzzed side and smirked. There was more to the man hidden behind the gruff and cranky exterior. He noticed the glossy look in those big emerald doe eyes and the dusting of red on his scarred, freckled cheeks. Lewd nerd, what the hell was he thinking this early in the morning to have that look?
“Hey… what’s with that face?” he asked, cocking his head a bit, prying.
“Kacchan! You startled me!” There he was, an adonis of perfection in Midoriya’s eyes. Symbol of Victory. He stuttered, voice cracking like he was twelve again, obviously lying. “N-nuthing Kacchan… just… thinking about today’s finals! Calculus drives me nuts!”
The subject of his lustful thoughts, pulling at his hair and caressing his head as only he was permitted. Those piercing crimson eyes under the heavy brow had softened over the years and held a special place in his heart. Oh shit. The sudden appearance of the subject of his X-rated daydreaming crashed his senses and spun his resolve out of control. Midoriya suddenly realized he wasn’t going to be able to stand if called upon in the next several minutes, his body betraying him.
Bakugo didn’t let go of Midoriya’s hair as his smirk deepened into a sharp-toothed, hungry grin. He leaned in close to whisper in his left ear, hiding his words from prying eyes and ears. The hot breath tickled his ear and Midoriya could barely control himself, an uncontained whimper escaping his throat. Don’t lick… please don’t lick… that was one of Kacchan’s favorite teases. The whisper-lick. What was he doing so brazenly in homeroom of all places?
“Bullshit, I-zu-ku. I can read your face like a book.” He privately drew the formal name out, knowing how it affected the young man. “Tonight. My dorm. 7 pm. Be prepared.”
Bakugo closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, drawing in the smaller man’s scent. The smell of his shampoo lingered, like fresh cut grass and morning dew. It smelled like home. A fresh spring pool that he wanted to dive into. REALLY dive into. Shit. What was he doing to himself?
Wait. What had he just said? He said it off-handedly, but the moment the words left his lips, Bakugo realized they might have meant something more. Why would he say such a thing? Why was he riling himself up? He needed to FOCUS today. But that misty, seductive look in Izuku’s eyes had sent him spiraling before he even realized what he was doing. The hot little broccoli-top really had him twisted up inside. Just one look and Bakugo was unraveling. And now he was going to be thinking all sorts of non-finals related things all day. Idiot! And what would Izuku think he meant? Just a joke or something, right?
“GET A ROOM!” another young man’s voice called out across the classroom, shouting a tired phrase.
“GET NEW FUCKING MATERIAL, PIKACHU!”
“Enough of this! Pipe down!” an equally gruff and impatient male voice barked. “Bakugo, take your seat! Class hasn’t even STARTED and you’re messing with Midoriya. Does NOTHING change?”
“Yes, sir, Aizawa Sensei.” Bakugo sighed with a sing-songy scowl of sarcasm as their exasperated teacher rolled in.
Bakugo released Midoriya’s head. Without even glancing in Kaminari’s direction, Bakugo flipped off the annoying charge-cord with his left hand while shoving his right hand deep into the pocket of his loose school slacks. Dumbass… gotta discretely adjust, hormones betraying his body. He'd been finding himself needing to do that more and more recently due to Midoriya's presence. Bakugo silently cursed at himself and fidgeted in his seat until he could get comfortable. He felt a familiar tap on his left shoulder. The tap turned into a caress that slid down the edge of his shoulder blade, sending a shiver down his spine, undoing his previous adjustments. Fuck. Bakugo leaned his head back and growled at Midoriya, but the sound that came out more like a helpless purr than the aggressive snarl he had intended. He was failing at his tough guy act today.
“Tch! Now what, nerd?” he caught a glimpse of Izuku’s face. Fuck. It was even hotter and cuter than before. That floppy, disheveled hair hiding his face from everyone but Bakugo’s gaze. The flushed cheeks, sparkling emerald puppy-dog eyes, and trembling pretty lips could only be seen by him.
“Yes.” One word was all he said.
“Whut?” His neck snapped upright, and his face twisted in shock and confusion. What had Bakugo actually asked? What was Midoriya agreeing to?
“Just, yes.”
“Oh shit… really?” Bakugo couldn’t stop himself from spinning in his seat to face the smaller man, who was now fully hiding his face in adorable embarrassment.
The look on Midoriya’s face told Bakugo that his boyfriend was consenting to something much more deeply implied than just hanging out on a Friday night. Did… Bakugo just ask for… and Midoriya just agreed to… sex? He never imagined the nerd would actually respond in that kind of way to the feigned and vague proposition. He felt his chest tighten at the thought. He would need to clarify.
Before he could ask more directly, everything else tightened as he found himself suddenly immobilized by Aizawa Sensei’s binding tape, his voice rendered gagged and useless. It had been a long ass time since he had pushed the teacher’s buttons that far. Bakugo smirked under the wraps. He forgot how funny it could be.
“Did I stutter, Mr. Bakugo?” The peg-legged, patch-eyed teacher hissed. “It would be a shame to expel you just two weeks away from graduation. Maybe I’ve gone too soft on this class. First class I’ve ever had to make it with everyone still in their seats all three years… Not counting Aoyama…”
There was a dangerous glint in the teacher’s remaining dark left eye. It sparked with red flecks as his erasure quirk was unnecessarily bubbling to the surface- an intimidation tactic that WORKED. All disobedience and humor vanished from Bakugo’s face. The bindings loosened.
“No sir,” Bakugo mumbled and averted his gaze from his mentor. “My apologies for the disrespect.”
Mr. Aizawa cocked a curious brow at the typically more confrontational young man. Then his vision shifted to Midoriya seated directly behind Bakugo, hiding behind his own scarred arms, face buried in the crocks of his elbows, nothing but his fluffy green broccoli top and beet red ears sticking out. He looked like a bowl of salad.
“You know what,” the seasoned teacher continued, shaking his head and fully releasing his problematic student. He flicked the bindings and they furled back around his shoulders, harmless now. He pinched the bridge of his nose. One more week and he’d be done with these knuckle heads… in theory. “I don’t even want to know with you two anymore…”
A few recognizable snickers crackled around the room, earning a quick hiss from Bakugo as he turned to glare in the direction of Kirishima while simultaneously flipping off Kaminari again. His vision darted around the room, searching for anyone else daring to butt in. Nosy fucks.
Right.
Finals.
*****
“And that’s when I realized the answer was -47b^2 and NOT…”
“Oh no… not what Uraraka?” Iida was already rubbing his temples, glasses pushed up his forehead.
“…6…”
Groans broke out all around the table as the rosy-cheeked young woman plopped her head onto the hard surface, making the lunch trays rattle. Iida and Uraraka on one side, Midoriya and Todoroki on the opposite. There was quite the mix of meals spread between the friends, from heavy and hearty to light and sparse. Food off anyone’s tray was always up for grabs without even asking. Sometimes someone would bring something that was surprisingly awful and a round of ‘This tastes like shit! Here! Let me try!’ would break out as laughter and pantomimed vomiting ensued. Unless it was Su's tray. That was often questionable with faire that would be more palatable to the frog-girl.
A sweetly innocent friend group… with only minorly homicidal tendencies. The kind of crew whose pictures would end up in the yearbook with someone flipping the camera off that would make it past the editors. Because why would anyone look more closely at THAT strait-laced, goody-two shoes crew? When they were probably the most frightening delinquents in the class- just the most polished.
“That’s… that’s not even remotely close,” Todoroki commented blandly, an inquisitive red brow arched as he tried to figure out where his friend had gone so terribly wrong during the final exam. He shrugged and took another mouthful of soba. “I’m sure you passed… C’s get degrees.”
“Rude.” She picked her head up off the table and stuck her tongue out at him. It was good natured and honestly, Todoroki’s dry humor was exactly what she needed. He took one of his lychee fruits and froze it to her tongue. He knew the girl loved her sweets. The silly playful banter would also perk her up. She laughed heartily and popped it in her mouth. “Hey! Cold!”
Midoriya sighed at his best gal pal. She was sweet, intelligent with a good heart, but not particularly book smart in all subjects. He turned to his own meal… it was… sparse… to say the least. ‘Be prepared,’ Kacchan had said. Water, a cheese stick. A few pieces of carrot. He still needed SOMETHING in his system to finish out the day’s finals. Maybe he should have gotten one of those protein-energy pouches Kacchan always favored. But he really hated how those tasted. He removed the wrapper on the cheese stick and bit into a top corner, flaying a ribbon off with his teeth. One doesn’t just -BITE into those. They’re not as good that way- HAVE to be peeled. But he wasn’t a little brat anymore. No grubby hands ripping the cheese apart.
***
“Hey, Bakugo,” Kirishima bopped his best friend on the head with a rolled-up study packet, drawing his attention away from the lunchroom. The explosive young man jumped with a start and glared at the spikey red head. “You’re… um… drooling a bit…”
“Piss off. No I’m not!” he growled, but wiped his face with the back of his hand, just in case. He could feel his ears getting hot and hoped his friend didn’t notice. Which was bullshit, because OF COURSE Kirishima would notice.
“Whatever man,” Kirishima laughed at Bakugo’s reaction. He leaned his full weight on Bakugo’s shoulder, following his friend’s gaze. Of course. Midoriya. To be expected. Kirishima had known Kats had been head over heels for the boy for years. “You’re so smitten. It’s cute.”
“Pft. Fuck off.”
He shoved his friend away. He wasn’t even angry. More embarrassed. Shit, how long had he been staring at Midoriya? He hadn’t expected a clear line of site from the study hall DIRECTLY to where the nerd was sitting in lunch. Like, he knew he’d be able to possibly see him… but he didn’t KNOW-know… Sitting there all cute and innocent with his other nerd-friends at their nerd-lunch table, probably having their nerd- conversations about their nerd-finals with that stupid big nerd-smile… nibling on… whatever the fuck that was… couldn’t tell from this distance… but it looked… nerdy. Yet, somehow… suggestive? Like he could imagine how those teeth and lips and tongue could-
“HEY! BLASTY?!” Kirishima snapped his fingers in front of Bakugo’s nose. Bro had spaced out. AGAIN. Dude, did his bro have it bad! Not manly, but everything doesn’t always have to be. The blond’s crimson eyes clicked back into focus, and he just glared. “You’re doing it again.”
“Tch. Whatever.”
Bakugo forced himself to look back at his Advanced Quirk Theory study guide. That test was only in an hour. The words on the page began to run together, regardless of how neat and organized Bakugo’s handwriting and notes were, as his mind started drifting AGAIN. Midoriya would NOT be in that final. Because of course the shitty nerd aced that class LAST year. Wait! Shitty nerd already TOOK this final… Not that Bakugo needed any help, he was top of the class- and honestly just as big of a nerd as the shitty one sitting out there…
Who was now taking a big swig of water from a bottle, head tilted back, throat working, his petite Adam’s apple bobbing up and down just like-
“Fuck this. I’m out.” He grabbed his bag and papers without even glancing at Kirishima or Sero, who had been silently watching the whole thing unfold, holding back snickers. He stood and stomped away, muttering. “Midoriya took this class last year. He can tell me what’s on the final.”
“He didn’t even notice, did he?” Sero snorted, locking eyes with Kirishima. Kirishima was frozen in place with a silly grin. His hand was just millimeters from where Bakugo’s head had been, fingers cocked and ready to flick his friend in the ear. “Oh he’s so fucked. I hope you have earplugs for tonight. Rest in Peace Mido-bro’s Ass!”
Sero bowed his head and clapped his hands together in mock prayer.
“Wut? WHAT?! Noooo,” Kirishima groaned. His face twisted in disgust and sunk into his hands. Not at the thought of gay sex, just at the thought of them. Next door. His best friend. Another dear friend… No? Ugh. He was unwillingly picturing it all now. Brain bleach, please! “You don’t think…”
“Dude, what’s there to THINK about? Whatever the hell was going on between them this morning in homeroom was SOMETHING.” Sero leered at Kirishima through his dark stringy bangs, locking his jet-black eyes with his friend’s garnet, seriousness mixed in with the humor. “And everyone in the locker room saw the bruise right above Midoriya’s hip last week in the showers after pervy Mineta practically SCREAMED it. Walked into the counter, my ass. That was a hickey in a REALLY dangerous place…”
“FFFFFFFF-ugh” Kirishima now dropped his head to the table with a loud thud. Stupid shitty dorms with paper thin walls. Except Jiro’s. The music girl made sure to install top of the line soundproofing in her room… maybe he should talk to her… maybe she has earplugs.
“Yeah… that’s definitely happening tonight,” Sero chuckled and flicked his pencil at Kirishima’s head. It lodged in the bottle-red, over-gelled, spikey hair and Sero snorted at the outcome- he was NOT expecting that. “Sucks for you!”
***
“Oi! Nerd!”
Midoriya looked up from the lunch table with half a long carrot hanging out of his mouth and glanced towards the sound of his boyfriend’s gruff voice. Bakugo stopped dead in his tracks and gaped, hands diving roughly in his pockets. Midoriya couldn’t help but notice how the taller boy’s eyes widened, his cheeks flushed, and he looked away. Bakugo must have been embarrassed by his once again nerdy boyfriend’s goofy and juvenile behavior, Midoriya thought to himself. Of course, he must have looked stupid as hell and quickly bit off the end of the carrot and swallowed. Definitely didn’t help the ‘bunny rabbit’ image that he got stuck with for the odd hood his hero costume had.
Only he and Bakugo knew for certain that they weren’t actually bunny ears but an old tribute to All Might’s signature hairstyle from a drawing he did as a little kid. Midoriya was surprised that Kacchan never spilled that secret years ago, considering he had done the drawing while laying on Kacchan’s living room floor with the precocious boy. Small miracles at the beginning of high school.
“He has a NAME you know, Baku-brat!” Uraraka quipped back, in good nature, rolling her brown eyes at him. Old teasing. Old arguments. She slowly drew out every syllable as if he was an idiotic child. “It’s Mi-dor-i-ya!”
“No shit, Pink Cheeks,” Bakugo sneered back, and continued forward walking towards the table. Her cocky voice knocked him out of his trance. The carrot harmlessly hanging out of Midoriya's mouth had been… something much more obscene in his mind.
He slid behind Midoriya and gripped his hair like always. He bent down so he was leaning over Midoriya’s shoulder, nearly cheek to cheek. He felt the slightest shudder under his hand, and Bakugo knew it wasn’t from fear anymore- something deeper, more primally subconscious than even that. Pink Cheeks may have gotten the boy’s first kiss, but Bakugo would get his last kiss and first everything else.
“I don’t think you would like to know the other names I call him very much.” He stared the girl across the table dead in her big chocolate eyes then winked.
Uraraka’s eyes got even wider and cheeks rosier at the possible implication. The man was utterly shameless. Midoriya couldn’t help but turn bright red at the suggestive remark, then blinked and tilted his head, confused. All flush instantly draining from his face, perplexed.
“But, Kacchan,” he frowned with a deeply furrowed brow, “You don’t call me anything else…”
“Yes, Bakugo,” Iida interjected, as confused and oblivious as ever, “We’ve all known for years your names for Midoriya consist only of variations of Deku, Nerd, and poor pronunciations of Izuku Midoriya. What else would there be for you to call him?”
*PFFT SNORT CHOKE*
Todoroki coughed in his soba broth and shook his dichromatic head. He looked over at Bakugo who had the most dumbfounded look on his face. Were these idiots, some of which were legally adults now, REALLY that innocently dense? Wow… He released Midoriya’s head and stood up, smacking his face with the palm of his hand.
“You see, Bakugo,” Todoroki politely dabbed his face with a napkin and wiped up the bit of liquid that had spilled on the table, the proper gentleman. “This is why I’m friends with these folks. Innocent and intelligent conversation, unlike the constant perverse banter of your crew. Which I might add, you’ve only really picked up on yourself recently…” He glanced at Midoriya and cocked his red brow again. “Tsk Tsk… how the mighty has fallen… One can only assume that could be due to recent developments…”
“Ugh, can it, Icy-Hot,” Bakugo huffed and rolled his eyes. “Anyway. IZ-U-KU… I have the Advanced Quirk Theory final in an hour. I know you took it last year. Come with me.” He drew out Izuku’s given name in return while eyeing up Uraraka maliciously. Another thing he had on the girl- rights to that name without formalities.
“But, I already helped you with that the other night?” Midoriya questioned, perplexed. “If you don’t know it by now, another half hour isn’t going to change anything.”
Bakugo locked eyes with Todoroki again, bewildered and pleading for his wingman to step up. He could typically count on the stoic man to give Midoriya the push when he wasn’t picking up the hints. A nudge, a look, some sort of coded cover, letting Midoriya in on the inuendoes that he frequently missed. Perfect middleman of class 3A's Big Three.
Most would never be able to tell, but there was the slightest tilt to his head, sparkle in his mismatched eyes, and tiniest twinge at the corner of his mouth. This time Todoroki was enjoying playing ignorant way too much and just blinked innocently at Bakugo. He wasn’t about to spell anything out for the emotionally constipated man. If he wanted something from his boyfriend, then he could be a big boy and say so.
“Jesus fucking CHRIST, DEKU!” Bakugo rolled his head in frustration and groaned, tugging at Midoriya’s shoulder. “Just… come with me…”
“Please?” Todoroki smirked a little deeper, realizing just how SPARSE Midoriya’s typically overflowing tray was and connected some potentially salacious dots. “If you’re going to request something… strenuous… of Midoriya, the least you can do is ask nicely…”
“Ugh. Fuck you.” Icy-Hot could piece together what Bakugo might be implying, but he wouldn’t help him with the nerd? He flipped Todoroki off for good measure as he shuffled a confounded Midoriya away.
“Strenuous?” Bakugo heard Iida ask behind him. “The physical exams aren’t until next week…”
“Heh… don’t worry about it, Iida,” Todoroki replied with the smallest chuckle, finishing his lunch and clearing his and Midoriya’s tray. “They’ll be fine.”
***
Bakugo took Midoriya to the farthest and quietest part of the library. It was dim and musty with age and neglect. Old texts from bygone eras prior to the advent of quirks. Students swore they had seen a book that said, ‘…and someday, we WILL get to the moon!’ But that may have become urban legend at this point.
Bakugo realized he didn’t have much time before he needed to be back to class, but he HAD to know if he had understood Midoriya earlier. He had made such an offhanded remark at the beginning of the day but had never thought Midoriya would RESPOND. Not that Bakugo didn’t WANT to take the next step with this ball of delightful energy, with this young man who he had unwittingly LOVED for years. But he needed to know if they were actually on the same page and not misreading signals as they often would.
There was no way this adorable innocent bunny WANTED to… be absolutely eaten up. He was just agreeing to a misinterpreted joke, right? Because his Kacchan asked him to… so he’d just agree without consideration or consent, right?
“Ok, Kacchan,” Midoriya shrugged. He knew they weren’t here to study. The farce was silly at this point. He leaned his back against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. “Spit it out. What’s going on?”
Bakugo took a deep breath to cool his nerves. He didn’t imagine asking such a simple question would turn out to be so nerve wracking. He was always so cool and confident in everything in his life. Except when it came to Izuku. When it was just the two of them, face to face. Without an audience to play to. He didn’t know which way was up anymore. Didn’t want to mess anything up. Didn’t want to push anything. Didn’t want to expect or assume. They had spent too many years living in their own assumptions and misinterpretations. Honesty with themselves and each other was what they needed the most.
“’Kay. This morning…” Bakugo began, his mouth dry suddenly and his voice wavering. He licked his lips and swallowed, hoping to find the words. Midoriya looked so serious and astute, leaning against the wall like that. Seductive and enticing without even trying. Kirishima was right- Bakugo was completely smitten. He leaned in, nearly looming over Midoriya in the dim corner. If someone walked in, they’d either be accused of fighting or fu- Nope. Jesus Get it together, Katsuki!
“Yes?” Izuku was looking up at his boyfriend with a curious light in his eyes now. “What about this morning? Is something wrong?”
The rubies looked so nervous. What happened? Hadn’t they already discussed this? 7pm. Kacchan’s room. Izuku… was probably getting absolutely wrecked… Was Kacchan reneging. Did he not want to now? Did he change his mind? That’s ok. If he’s not ready, Midoriya wasn’t going to push the issue. He didn’t have to ever be ready. Had he not even been implying what Midoriya had thought he was suggesting? Midoriya reached a tentative hand out and placed it gently on Bakugo’s hip. It was evocative, but gentle.
“I… I made a statement, that you agreed to…” he continued, placing his own hand on top of Izuku’s on his hip.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
He intertwined the fingers with his own and brought the scarred hand to his lips. He gave the knuckles a chaste kiss before clutching the hand to his chest, right over the gaping scar over his heart. He stared intently into the huge green eyes, looking for answers to unasked questions. He was so different around Midoriya when it was just the two of them. Gentle. Calm. Almost timid even at times.
“I… I want to confirm that we’re on the same page.” He was quiet, even toned. Trying to keep persuasion out of his voice. This was a choice that Izuku had to be free to make. “That… what I said as an offhanded joke hasn’t been misinterpreted anywhere.”
Midoriya’s heart sank a bit. Oh. It was just a joke. So he didn’t want to. Ok. He hadn’t actually suggested sex. Another time maybe? Midoriya felt foolish and cringed at his own perverseness. Midoriya might not catch jokes and innuendos when OTHERS said them, but he could be hyper focused on anything related to his Kacchan. He would create scenarios that didn’t exist due to his hyperactive imagination and persistent analysis. Pan-fried broccoli clearly had a much bigger sex drive than he realized. Obviously bigger than nearly-ace Blasty. Bakugo always SAID the wildest stuff, but rarely, if ever, MEANT it. Stupid horny Deku. Who the fuck are you? Mineta? If he could smack himself in the forehead without looking like an even bigger idiot he would have. He’d do that later. Pushing his wants and assumptions onto Kacchan like that. How stupid.
“Oh. Ok, Kacchan,” Midoriya sighed and took his hand back. “I didn’t realize you were joking. My response was inappropriate. Especially since it’s the last day of written finals. We need to be focused on THAT. And nothing else. I’m sorry.”
Bakugo could read the disappointment in Izuku’s eyes as he looked away. Wait. Disappointment? Sorry? For what? He shouldn’t be apologizing. That’s… not right. If he DIDN’T want to, wouldn’t it be a look of relief? The bunny being freed from the snare? Did he… WAAAAAAIT.
“Hold on… I didn’t… well… maybe I did… Fuck. We’re still miscommunicating, I think,” Bakugo clenched his teeth in frustration. “I mean, yeah. I was INITIALLY joking. I spoke without thinking. Because I do that when it comes to you… because never in a million years would I think you’d actually … you know… take the bait?”
Midoriya cocked his head, trying to read the confusion on Bakugo’s face. A million emotions and thoughts were crashing and stalling out. Yeah. They were miscommunicating. Again.
“So… I’m confused…”
“Heh. Me too…”
Midoriya’s brow furrowed, and he put his knuckles to his mouth to stem his muttering, because he knew that annoyed Kacchan- really it annoyed everyone. He couldn’t help it. His brain was running a mile a minute as well, trying to decipher the little that was said in homeroom and now. Replaying the conversations and interactions, no matter how tiny or possibly insignificant they were from the current day and previous discussions. Trying to fit every word, intonation, glance, interpretation together like a jigsaw puzzle to be solved.
Instead of just speaking plainly. Instead of just asking the question directly.
“Oi, nerd,” he said softly. Bakugo grabbed Midoriya’s hand away from his mouth, breaking the trance, his crimson eyes locked on the quivering and stuttering lips. “Let’s stop trying to be mind readers. Let me try again.”
Izuku locked eyes again and nodded emphatically, his curly green bangs bouncing against his forehead. Dammit he was so fucking cute. Could just eat him up. Shit. If Izuku WANTED it Bakugo would be hard pressed NOT to take him here and now in the library, finals and the rest of the world be damned. If IZUKU wanted to. When did Katsuki-Fucking-Bakugo become such a pervert? Stupid nerdy DEKU tugging at his libido with just a look.
“Tonight. 7pm. My room,” Bakugo swallowed and licked his lips trying to coax the words out. “Do YOU… do you WANT…”
“Yes Kacchan,” his eyes were dark and heavy, full of desire and… CONSENT. He felt bold and confident in contrast to Bakugo’s sudden insecurities. They were always two sides to the same coin. Bakugo really was asking him exactly what Midoriya thought he had been trying to say. “I WANT you… I want YOU to… fuck me until we’re both satisfied. Make an absolute wreck of me if you want to. I can take it. I WANT to take it… I mean… if that’s what YOU WANT as well. I don’t want you to think you have to or anything like that-”
Bakugo grabbed Midoriya’s chin and covered his lips with his thumb, silencing him. His voice made the cutest squeak of surprise. Bakugo took in a sharp breath. He was not expecting those sentences AT ALL. Midoriya’s look had been so intense and forward at the beginning, then sweetly crumbled into reciprocated concern at the end as he started rambling again. Holy shit, that was hot. Who knew innocent Izuku could talk so dirty!? Christ this man could be full of surprises still.
“Well, shit… never thought YOU’D put it so bluntly… Um…wow.” Bakugo stuttered and rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, face turning beet red with unexpected embarrassment. That answered that. Now Bakugo could go back to being in control of himself. Now that he knew for certain. He leaned in close, breath fluttering across Midoriya’s face, whispering. “Good. Because that’s what I want too.”
Bakugo still held Midoriya’s chin roughly and dragged his thumb down the bottom lip, tugging Midoriya’s mouth open gently. He then crushed his mouth to the panting opening, suddenly confident and in control again. He threw the weight of his whole body against the smaller man, pressing him bodily against the wall. He ground his knee into Midoriya’s crotch aggressively, eliciting a moan as he rubbed against it, greedily enjoying the pressure.
The kiss was hot and passionate in its suddenness and depth. But equally short and unfulfilling, as Bakugo pulled away quickly. He was still grasping Midoriya’s jaw, Bakugo’s open mouth just centimeters away from Midoriya’s. Midoriya was left gaping and gasping like a fish on land, his mouth hanging open slightly, missing the taste of his boyfriend. Now? Now that he had a definitive answer he’s pulling away? Cruel tease.
“We have 2 more finals this afternoon,” Bakugo whispered breathlessly into Midoriya’s mouth. “Then afternoon training and showers. I’ll see you at 7. Like I said. Be prepared.” And he let go finally, leaving red, fading fingerprints on Midoriya’s pale, freckled face.
“Y-you better be prepared yourself, Kacchan!” was the strongest, stuttering retort Midoriya could come up with. His brain was still melted from… everything.
“You know I will be.” Bakugo smirked with a dangerous glint in his crimson eyes, all confidence and bravado again. “I’m Katsuki-Fucking-Bakugo. You’re not going to be able to walk straight for a week after tonight!”
He turned and strutted away, scooping up his bag off a chair as he left.
***
Midoriya took a few minutes to calm himself down after all the stirred-up heat he had just encountered. Bringing his pulse back down, breathing under control, letting his red face cool… letting ALL of himself cool.
Then he thought for a moment and giggled a bit. Big talk for a pair of stupid shitty nerdy virgins caught somewhere between boys and men.