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There was something going on with Deku. He loved to train, to spar with Bakugo especially when something was on his mind. So what is his problem today?
They never had a bad sparring session. Everytime without fail they both gave it their all and trusted the other with whatever might come, like a strange silent promise to pick up what the other can’t hold themselves.
For some reason today was different; he wasn’t acting like himself at all. Today, his focus was careless, his form was sloppy, and he barely even fought back through the visible thoughts flooding his mind.
Today, Bakugo was already in his own head and his sparring partner was acting like it was his first day on earth.
They could never truly fight with each other. Not like before. But that's not to say they didn’t clash from time to time.
Most of their quarrels were caused by Bakugo. He’s not one to ignore obvious signs that something is out of place, and doesn't have a problem confronting anyone. He’d get mad at Deku for cutting vegetables the wrong way, or they’d bicker over hero trivia.
They had arguments like all…rivals.
…
In the agency’s gym, Bakugo’s knee connected with Deku's gut mid air.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!”
A kick to his chest follows and he’s flying across the room, eventually hitting the wall and falling to his side.
Deku wraps his arms around his own torso, groaning at the pain. “..Ughh..nothing..”
“It can’t be Nothing! What are you doing flailing around like that?!” Bakugo’s irritation is evident as he interrogates Deku.
He doesn’t understand what could be so wrong that’s causing him to break their unspoken pact.
“So, what the hell?!”
His tone is sharp and distressed. He thinks to himself for a moment and then lowers his tone, cautious but determined.
“Is it me? Did I do something?”
Deku doesn’t move except for the tensing of his muscles.
Fuck.
“I..it’s not-shit, that’s a lie..” Deku’s voice is almost a faint whisper as he trips over his words trying to explain himself as best as he can.
He gets up and dusts himself off “I don’t..I can’t train with you anymore”
Some tears welled up in Bakugo’s eyes. “Shit…Deku..what did-”
“-Please, I’m sorry” is all Deku breathes out interrupting him. Bakugo doesn’t know what he’s pleading for, but at this point he doesn’t really care. He’s too shocked.
Deku can’t look at him, the guilt of what he truly feels burying itself deeper into his mind.
“Don’t…just don’t say anything else” “Fuck” Bakugo sounds defeated and upset.
An apology is all he can whisper before he abandons him and the room in a panic.
Deku stands there in silence, alone with everything he could’ve said or done differently.
They’re left both stuck and unsure of what to think or do now.
~~~
Later that night, Deku heard a knock at his door. He opened it and low and behold, Bakugo was out there waiting out there for him to answer the door in the rain.
“Can…can I come in?”
Deku’s eyes are almost blown, his surprise and horror evident as he lets his head fall to a slow nod and fully opens up the door for him to step inside.
He closes the door and before Bakugo can settle in, he’s already started talking.
“I’m sorry about earlier”
His apology fills the void in the room and he continues,
“But, I meant what I said…” “I can’t train with you anymore”
“What happened?” Bakugo’s voice lingers with question and subtle hurt.
Deku stalls and spurs out a pathetic excuse. “Nothing..I just feel like we aren’t good sparring partners anymore…”
“Oh bullshit, nobody knows your moves like I do” Bakugo barks back in confidence.
“Quit lying and…” his voice trails off when he notices a dark mark on Deku’s shoulder, his loose shirt barely hiding it.
“What the hell is--“
Bakugo reaches out and moves the fabric, revealing a bruise patch of skin.
“Oh so that’s what's going on, you have a new girlfriend or something?” Bakugo harps.
“Shit” Deku looks away, panicked. He steps back and pulls his shirt back over his shoulder, the bottom of it lifting to reveal another bruised patch on his torso. This one looked a little more unusual..
Bakugo shifts closer toward him and lifts his shirt up to see…
Fucking….burns? All over his body?!
“Deku…” “..What the fuck?..”
Deku rips the end of his shirt out of his hands, refusing to look at him with an utterly humiliated expression.
“Stop..” Tears filled his eyes and he kept his head down.
“I..Deku..why?” His mind raced his confusion, worry, and anger.
“Don’t” Deku won’t look at him, his eyes stuck to the floor.
Bakugo is livid at the fact he’s avoiding the topic at all costs, not acknowledging what he’s seen.
What is he doing?
“Are you kidding me? Is this why you won’t train with me? Why are you doing this?”
Deku’s throat swells up and burns like the scar on his body and his eyes are sore from trying to keep tears at bay.
Why won’t he say anything?
“This is because of me isn’t it” Bakugo unintentionally spits his words out.
“Is it because of when we were kids? Why haven’t you said anything to me-”
Bakugo’s fleeting questions are interrupted with urgency.
“-Just stop” “..It feels good to me” Deku shuts down, along with Bakugo's thoughts. “I can’t keep acting like I don’t…like…to be hurt”
The look on Bakugo’s face is one of deep confusion.
“I like the pain, okay?” Deku's face was serious.
“..What?” Bakugo’s voice was hesitant.
“I thought it was because of when we were younger but…that just made it worse”
Deku pauses and lowers his voice, his vulnerability evident with his head hanging low.
“The pain…the heat is so intense…it hurts but It hurts so so good”
Bakugo twitched at his words, stunned by the statement.
Deku continues, despite his reaction.
“It’s too much when I spar with you”
Deku’s eyes are stuck to the floor, not daring to face him.
”I can’t stop thinking about it and it’s been messing with my head…I can’t get enough of it”
Bakugo stares at him, bewildered at the revelations
“You..like it?” he probes him, then his face contorts to something wicked.
“What about Deku?” “What’s so hot about destroying your flesh?”
Deku is now wide-eyed as he gathers his mind.
“The sting, it’s powerful..”
“What else?” Bakugo barks.
“…The singe, the damage”
He shuts his eyes tight, trying to find comfort in the unease, and pours out his thoughts.
“That deep pain..the scars can get so sensitive…”
There's a moment of silence before Bakugo lowers his own voice and mutters
“Show me”
Deku’s eyes instinctively snapped open to face him.
“..What?”
“I wanna see Deku”
Deku hesitates before he takes the hem of his shirt and lifts it to reveal a garden of scars covering his torso, looking up at Bakugo for reassurance.
Bakugo keeps a dark stare as he watches the defenseless man expose his scars to him.
He reaches out his hand and presses a scarred dent on his stomach. He startles a little at the feeling of the fragile skin; Deku, squirming at the feeling of his own flesh’s weakness.
His fingers dance over his rough and patchy scared ribs before meeting his chest, reaching a withered patch on his bicep.
It’s depressed into his skin; the opposite of a keloid scar, weak and tender under the surface. Bakugo thought it looked to be deep enough to slot his thumb into it, and that’s exactly what he did. He caressed the cavity, carefully watching Deku’s every move for consolation.
“Ah!” “-mhmph” in a defeated huff, Deku’s face immediately tweaked into a pout alongside his voice; now whimpers of awaking desire.
His eyebrows furrowed and pinched immediately, his mouth twisting into a display of pain and pleasure, and his body collapsing into Bakugo’s rough touch. With his legs weakened, he shifted to leaning back against the kitchen table; already succumbing to the sensation.
Bakugo was baffled, finding out how truthful Deku was about his fixation. He grew an unjustified irritation at Deku’s reactions, pressing deeper into the damage of Deku’s flesh and kneading diligently into the pain.
“Auh! Ka-pffffuck..” Deku sounds like he’s been out of oxygen for his entire life, gasping for thoughts.
This sight was something else. Deku is in front of him, writhing in pain and pleasure as the burn scars covering his body were exposed and exploited.
His stares were interrupted by Deku’s cries, his eyes tearing up as he begged him with snippets of ‘Kacchan’.
“You really like this huh?” Deku nodded, his eyes shut and face flush.
He continued his motions despite insignificant protests, finding a raised scar on his ribs to play with next.
He ran his thumb across it then pinched it between his fingers, garnering another whimper from Deku.
He idly thumbed the scar as he thought about his next move. Noticing Deku’s closed eyes, he kneeled down to the raised patch and latched his mouth onto it, sucking deeply.
“Ah shit!” Deku half yelped a whine and grabbed Bakugo’s head to push his face away.
“..Huh…Kacchan?...” Deku was confused, as if Bakugo wasn’t already feeling him up in the craziest way.
“What? You don’t like it anymore?” He mocked and his hand travelled back up Deku’s chest, pressing maliciously into the deep bicep scar he discovered before.
Before he could answer, Bakugo’s mouth is back on the rib scar as well, biting and sucking; abusing the flesh.
“I-Kacchan!” “Ahh..shit..no” Deku whimpers pathetically at his touch, every noise a plea.
Bakugo digs his nails and bites hard into the scars flesh, then starts to rub and scratch vigorously again at them.
“Shit mmph” Deku’s whines are almost sobs, his eyes pouring with tears.
Bakugo picks up the pace and changes positions, standing up to take a hard bite into the thick flesh of Deku’s shoulder and replacing his mouth on his rib with his sharp nails to dig into his body once again.
He sucks and bites his shoulder burn hard while he roughly kneads the sensitive flesh on his torso before sparking up heat I his own hand, sizzling and burning Deku’s flesh in return.
“Augh!..Please..fuck-no..no!” Deku moans and his body shudders, jerking a bit before pushing Bakugo off in a panic.
Bakugo stumbles back, confused until he sees him.
Deku looks utterly debauched. His body is flush, his face is wet from tears, and…
His pants are wet in the crotch.
“Oh wow” Bakugo breathes out in astonishment.
Deku’s eyes are still shut, but the tears still come out fast with the heavy sobs he lets out next.
“This what you're looking for huh? This what you need?” He huffs out a laugh, finally realizing why Deku doesn’t want to spar with him anymore.
He walks back to Deku and covers a hand to the bubbling flesh on his rib, holding him tenderly.
“Don’t feel guilty…I’ll help you out.”