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It’s not surprising, when Midoriya and Uraraka make it official. She was always a big supporter of his, and of course he was going to end up dating someone totally wholesome. So when they show up to a 1-A catch-up holding hands, Shoto takes it in stride, accepting the inevitable. It’s what he expected, what he prepared himself for. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt though, love is stupidly irrational like that.
Bakugo isn’t quite so diplomatic or restrained.
“Urgh!” the hothead loudly complains. “You two are gonna make me puke!”
He’s posturing, playing it like everyone expects him to, even though Shoto knows his heart is broken too.
It’s something they had in common, even though they never talked about it. Hell, Bakugo probably didn’t even know Shoto was in the same boat as him at school, pining after a boy neither of them could ever have.
Maybe Bakugo thought he had a chance though, because he’d been by Midoriya’s side since the start. And it’s probably also why Shoto was able to calmly stand aside, Bakugo had the first claim if it turned out Midoriya was willing to date a guy. Shoto never really stood a chance.
Anyway, they’re adults now and Shoto never really believed in that kind of love to begin with, his parents made sure of that. So he’s able to accept this stoically enough.
Bakugo though, he spends a good part of the evening glaring daggers through Uraraka, quietly seething in the corner rather than going into a full on meltdown like he normally would, because he loves Midoriya enough not to completely ruin this for him.
Shoto watches it all, Midoriya’s wide smile, Bakugo’s suffering, how good the couple look together, the genuine gladness of their classmates. Midoriya is obviously very happy, and of course he deserves to be after everything he’s been through, everything he did and gave to save people and the world.
In the end, Shoto deals with it by taking pity on a fellow loser, sitting down next to Bakugo. The blonde has been glaring at the happy couple so long that his drink has gotten warm. Shoto presses his right index finger to the glass of beer, chilling it once again.
Bakugo finally breaks his death stare to look down at it, then scowls up at him.
“What’d you want?!” he snaps.
“You’re welcome,” Shoto offers, not taking offence. He’s used to it, they all are, and besides, he knows Bakugo is hurting right now, even if he’ll never admit it.
They’re sitting a little away from the main group, but it was always a bit like that anyway, they were on the edge of the group, too driven, too stubborn, too proud, too uptight, to fully fit in with the rest of their cheerful, easygoing classmates. But Shoto does consider them all friends, and he watches the lively conversations now with a smile on his face, pleased they’re all thriving. Midoriya and Uraraka weren’t the only ones to find love among their class, there’s Kaminari and Jiro, Kirishima and Ashido. Those guys are perfect for each other too, and he’s only a touch jealous that they all have something he’s sure he never will.
“1-A ended up with a bunch of couples…” he muses.
“So what?!” Bakugo growls. “All that mushy love crap is for weaklings! Stupid Deku doesn’t even have a quirk now…”
It’s pain talking, Shoto knows that, but his own experience, the appalling example his parents set, is impossible to forget.
“Quirks have nothing to do with romance.”
Bakugo picks up on the coldness in his tone, eyes going wide for a second when he realises he’s put his foot in it.
“I know that…” he grumbles, almost showing some contrition. And it’s awkward now. While they are friends, the kind that would literally die for each other, small talk, being buddies, was never their thing. Maybe it should be though…
“So, uh… How’s work..?”
“Pfft,” Bakugo sniggers, almost smiling. “Was that an actual question, or are you trying to figure out how a conversation works?”
“Shut up…” Shoto grumbles, cheeks heating up a little, nothing he can’t fix with his quirk though. It’s on the tip of his tongue to point out that the actual idiot here is Bakugo, because obviously all he’s trying to do is comfort a fellow wounded soldier, and it’s the thought that counts, right?
“It’s fine, by the way,” Bakugo mumbles into his beer. “I’m fine…”
Okay, well there’s confirmation if he needed it, that Bakugo totally isn’t fine.
“Mm. Me too.” He doesn’t know if Bakugo will understand that or not, but it’s still nice to have someone to lie to.
It’s around that time when Kirishima interrupts them, drunk and chatty, and the focus falls from them to their loudmouth classmate. He’s one of Bakugo’s best friends, but Bakugo isn’t too into the conversation, his mind on other things, not that sulking will do any good.
Eventually Ashido drags her boyfriend away, and others start to drift off too, until it’s just the two of them left in the izakaya, in what’s become a pathetic pity party.
“You gonna head home?” Shoto checks, not wanting to leave Bakugo here alone, who knows what he’ll do next to ruin his image and drop down the rankings even further, if left to his own devices in this mood.
“I guess,” the blonde grumbles, getting up and heading for the door, Shoto one step behind him. They walk in the same direction for a while, silent under the street lamps, Shoto just kind of hovering by his old classmate, some part of him wanting to know the other hero is okay he guesses. It’s what heroes do, right? Protect people…
“You gonna follow me all the way home?” Bakugo grumbles at him, but there’s no real heat in it, maybe a touch of resignation, if anything.
“Maybe…” Shoto shrugs, it’s hard to say when he doesn’t even get what he’s doing. Bakugo side-eyes him, but doesn’t tell him not to follow, so Shoto’s still by his side when they arrive at the door.
Bakugo mumbles something about being busy lately and not having had time to tidy up as he turns the key in the lock, which Shoto supposes means he’s being invited in. Bakugo is right, it is messy, the kind that comes from leading a solitary life, never expecting anyone to see behind closed doors.
The perfectionist in Shoto wants to begin straightening things up immediately, but this isn’t his place, it’s not his mess to sort out. Still…
“You just gonna stand there all night?” Bakugo snaps, probably meaning it to sound bossy, but his voice is softer than usual, a rare vulnerability showing through.
“What do you want me to do?” Shoto wonders. It’s a question for both of them, because Shoto has no idea what he’s doing here beyond wanting to comfort a friend who’s hurting.
Bakugo’s red eyes lock with Shoto’s mismatched ones, and the answer is there suddenly. They are both in pain, and they could make each other feel a whole lot better.
With the strength and speed of a pro hero, Bakugo has him slammed back against the wall, holding him there, trying to dominate him despite the two inches Shoto has on him. He looks down at the fiery blonde, neither of them much good with words, but then, do they even really need to vocalise what’s happening here? The sudden spike in heat makes it pretty clear. It’s impossible to say who starts it, but suddenly their mouths are locked, sharing desperate kisses, hands all over each other. He can feel the firm muscles of Bakugo’s highly trained body, runs his hands over his shoulder blades, his back, his waist, down to his ass, yanking him forward so their groins meet, both of them are hardening. They grind against each other, while still sharing hungry kisses, and Shoto manages to shove his right hand down the back of Bakugo’s pants, getting a grip on the meat of his ass. The other man startles, flinching at the contact, is it too much? Maybe he’s not ready for…
“Damn, Icy Hot. That hand is cold…” Bakugo growls into his mouth. “Use the other one…”
Shoto can’t help smiling at that, and pulls his hand away.
“I didn’t say stop…” Bakugo complains, squeezing the fingers he’s got clamped around Shoto’s left bicep to show his disapproval.
“Wasn’t planning to…” Shoto returns, turning the tables, shoving Bakugo back against the wall now to emphasise his point. He reaches for Bakugo’s fly, getting his pants open enough to wrap his warmer left hand around Bakugo’s dick.
“Fuck…” Bakugo hisses, head dropping to Shoto’s shoulder, while Shoto pumps his fist. Bakugo’s dick easily fits in his hand, judging by the way he’s panting and moaning and hanging on for dear life, Shoto’s willing to bet he hasn’t done this much. That’s true for him too, they’ve both been in love with Midoriya for so long, that no one else really registered with them. Bakugo’s hips are bucking desperately, this probably won’t take long.
“Ngh, fuck, shiiit…” he swears as he comes, like it’s something he has to endure.
Shoto smiles again, nuzzling his warm left cheek against Bakugo’s face.
“Better..?” he checks, hoping this has distracted him enough to forget his heartache for a minute.
“Yeah…” Bakugo admits. “Uh, thanks…”
“We’re not done yet…”
Bakugo looks him in the eye then, and Shoto asks the obvious question.
“Where’s the bed?”
Bakugo’s eyes go wide for a second, then he turns and leads on.
“This way…”
Shoto follows, pulling his shirt off as he goes, stripping his pants off as soon as he’s in the room, naked by the time Bakugo turns to him. The other hero’s eyes immediately drop to his dick, it’s standing at attention, and he knows it’s considerably bigger than Bakugo’s.
“What do you think you’re gonna do with that?!” Bakugo exclaims.
“I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”
Bakugo goes stock still, assessing, until a smirk finally curls his lips.
“Promise?”
“Yes.”
He steps closer, helping Bakugo out of his clothes, until he’s naked too, and he was right. Bakugo’s dick is much smaller, it’s cute though, and probably also explains a bit about Bakugo’s personality, the tendency to bully people whenever he got the chance. Noticing where he’s looking, Bakugo’s cheeks flush, and Shoto closes the gap between them, pulling Bakugo into a deep kiss. The other man melts into it, accepting the gift he’s being offered, a chance to forget for a little while.
This time Shoto uses his left hand to grip Bakugo’s butt, but when the shorter man jumps, wrapping his legs around Shoto’s waist, he has to grab on with his right hand too, to stop him from falling.
“Can’t you do something about that…” Bakugo whines into his mouth.
“Not really. I’ll warm up the longer we go…”
“Your dick half cold too..?” Bakugo teases, in between kisses, still wrapped around him, grinding his hips like a whore.
“Guess you’ll find out…”
Shoto smacks the smaller man back into the wall, hefting him up. They get Bakugo’s thighs over Shoto’s shoulders, so he can use his mouth to open Bakugo up. It’s so hot, having Bakugo writhing and moaning because of him, and Shoto shows his approval with an enthusiastic rim job, which has Bakugo coming again.
Achingly hard himself by this stage, Shoto drops Bakugo down on the bed and kneels over him, shuffling forward so that his dick is in the other man’s face.
The polite thing to do would be announce his intentions, explain what he means to do, but he wants Bakugo on the back foot, wants him surprised and overwhelmed. It’ll be better for him that way, leave him no room to think about anything beyond the moment, anything like Midoriya.
He guides his dick into the other man’s mouth, and pulls Bakugo’s hand up onto his thigh.
“Tap out if you need to,” he offers, even though he knows there’s no way Bakugo will admit defeat.
Bakugo lies still for him, allowing Shoto to lean over him and fuck into his mouth. It feels so good, steals his own capacity to think beyond the moment.
There’s something very satisfying about filling this mouth, that’s usually spitting insults and complaints, rendering it silent, forcing Bakugo to shut up. Shoto straightens up so he can see better, rolling his hips, pushing deep into Bakugo’s throat, really lodging himself in there. Tears and drool leak from the blonde as he struggles to accomodate Shoto’s length, and he watches as the blonde’s face flushes and his eyes start to roll, before he pulls out, allowing him a much needed breath. Bakugo’s body instinctively sucks in the air, but he’s satisfyingly dazed.
“Good boy,” Shoto praises, going back in shallower this time, short thrusts into Bakugo’s slack mouth, giving him a second to recover a little.
Satisfied Bakugo won’t black out, Shoto flips him over, pushes his thighs forward, spreading his legs wide. He pokes two fingers inside him, scissoring them to test there’s enough room for him to fit. Bakugo’s ass is soft and wet from the oral, but Shoto is big, so he takes a minute to stretch him some more.
“Stop fucking around…” Bakugo whines. It makes Shoto smile.
“Always so impatient…”
He takes Bakugo at his word though, and pushes inside him.
“Ngh, ah, fuck…” Bakugo moans.
“Too much..?”
“You wish…” Bakugo pants, and that right there is a challenge, which Shoto accepts. He snaps his hips, driving in deep again, forcing groans from the bottom, quickly losing his own capacity for rationality, the squeeze of Bakugo’s passage feels incredible.
Bakugo is groping around, blindly reaching for his own dick, but it can’t end yet, so Shoto grabs his wrists and pulls his arms back behind him, using the extra leverage to pound into him harder. He uses Bakugo like that until the moans quieten into whimpers, and his body loses resistance. His shoulders must be aching by now, so Shoto turns Bakugo over onto his back, lifts one of his legs up and enters him again. Bakugo is beyond helping himself, so Shoto pumps his dick for him, bringing him to orgasm for the third time.
Shoto leans over him, seeking his own climax now, but he still wants Bakugo in this with him, so he leans down over the other hero, lets their bodies connect more completely, and captures his drool-coated mouth in forceful kisses, unwilling to let him relax just yet. He steals the other man’s breath as he fucks into him, until he feels Bakugo’s left hand blindly sliding up around his waist, over his ribs, fingers digging into his shoulder blade. It’s his cold side, or was, before sex sent his body temperature soaring, and something funny happens, for a second he feels cut off from his ice quirk, it causes a moment of panic, he jams his right hand into the mattress, forces an icicle from his palm to reassure himself, and the moment his focus goes off his dick, he comes. It catches him totally by surprise, humming through his whole body as he spills inside the other man.
“Ah fuck, that’s freezing!” Bakugo yelps, shoving him off, ice-cold cum dribbling out his asshole. “Prick!”
What? No, that wasn’t…
“I didn’t mean…”
Shit, he’s ruined this, shown weakness. They share a look, Shoto trying to apologise with his eyes, and then, amazingly, Bakugo starts to laugh.
“Oh man, I didn’t expect that!”
“Me either…” he sheepishly admits. “I should have been more careful.”
Bakugo’s smile morphs into something softer, fonder, so rare and beautiful that it makes Shoto’s breath catch. Then the other man is pulling him into a rough embrace.
“Don’t beat yourself up, Icy Hot. It’s not a big deal.” Then Bakugo is pulling them down to rest together. “Let’s just chill out for a bit…”
He can hear the smirk in Bakugo’s voice at the bad joke, but doesn’t argue, letting his head rest on Bakugo’s scarred chest, the other man’s hand gently stoking his hair. Sex might have chased the heartache away for a little while, but he still feels kinda sad. He won’t be able to forget his feelings, but maybe there is some comfort to be found.
“Stupid Deku…” Bakugo mumbles.
Shoto freezes, his weak spot suddenly exposed. But that hand keeps steadily stroking his hair.
“You wanted him too, right?”
So he did notice, they really are in this together.
Shoto lets out a shuddering breath, relieved that this burden he’s been carrying isn’t his alone anymore.
“Yes.”
Bakugo’s other arm comes up to curl around him, squeezing like maybe it can hold him together when he feels like he might fall apart.
Shoto runs his fingertips over the battle scars on Bakugo’s right arm. It took a lot of rehab for him to recover. In the heat of the moment, he wasn’t thinking.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, there’s only one person who can do that.”
Being heroes, it’s true that physical pain isn’t much of an issue. It’s always the emotional stuff that hurts most.
“Let’s not fall in love, okay?”
“As if I would…” Bakugo bites back, and it makes Shoto just a tiny bit happier. After everything he’s been through during his life, all the demands people heaped on him, a relationship with no expectations feels exactly like what he needs.