Author: @dollfacedwithadirtymind
Rating: E for everyone, except rabid BakuDeku antis.
Characters: Izuku Midoriya + Bakugou Katsuki
Summary: What if people never got to see what the color of a sunrise looked like until they first saw it with their future lover? And what if you just might lose your future lover before you even get the chance to know that beauty?
Author’s Note: This was a bit of a challenge to write. I haven’t been doing well at all lately but I wanted to try and push myself to give something to the community of BNHAHarem and our dedicated readers.
I hope I can keep this momentum going despite everything.
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The battle had been brutal the previous evening and well into the night but at the end of the day, Bakugou had no doubt in his mind that he and his comrades would emerge victorious. He could always count on a solid victory when working with his 1-A classmates and sensei.
And another thing he could always count on was for that fucking idiot Deku to get himself hurt worse and worse every time. Not just physically, but mentally, and he could never hide his inner anguish from Bakugou. There was so much he wanted to say to him. So much he wanted to express from inside the depths of the cage he affixed around his own heart. But it ended the same every single time they parted ways in the night. Deku either weakly telling him goodnight and limping off...or, Deku being taken to the hospital, looking as if Godzilla had used him for a toothpick.
Did he realize how reckless he was being not just with his own life, but Bakugou’s? The blond knew Midoriya’s ever dedicated heart to the people they vowed to protect would never allow him to back down from a fight. No matter how detrimental it was to that green eyed fool. The same fool who always managed to waltz hand in hand with his emotions endlessly, for as long as he could remember.
Bakugou hadn’t even realized it in that caged heart inside of his body, strong and unyielding, was the opposite of his exterior...soft. Weak. Weak for his rival.
“Fucking idiot...you fucking peabrain....’‘ He said, sounding more anguished than he wanted to.
Izuku for his part, couldn’t respond. That’s because he was unconscious...or rather, in a coma.
Midoriya’s catharsis was always that he had to put everyone in the entire fucking world above himself. Even if it killed him, which is what the bereaved blond at his bedside was thinking happened. Aizawa had left the room a long time ago. The other classmates of 1-A feared his instability.
Bakugou had gravely injured the LoV associate who had wounded Izuku so terribly. That was the little satisfaction he could get.
His sweaty, calloused hand brushed those leafy green bangs out of Izuku’s battered face.
‘I hate you. I hate you so fucking much Izuku. I hate that you’re hurt. I hate that you never fucking think of the people you hurt by playing Captain Save The Day. Now look at you...if you don’t wake up, I’ll hate you forever and never forgive you....’
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Within the strange world inside of Izuku’s subconscious, it was an entirely different scene. In fact it almost seemed as if he wasn’t even in his body anymore. Like he was adrift in the air like a careless cherry blossom in the spring breeze. Suddenly all around him, there was a brilliant light from the sky above. In front of him stood a vast field of flaming red poppy flowers. Birds sang...and everything looked beautiful...there wasn’t any destruction or crying people...almost. His ears picked up a sound he hadn’t heard in a long time.
Not since that night All Might revealed he had to retire.
Crying. Ragged, sorrowful, anguished crying. A voice cracking from grief. Izuku didn’t even stop to think for an instant. He didn’t bother apologizing to the flowers he treaded upon to try and reach the source of the sobbing.
Standing alone on the opposite side, growing more and more apparent as the distance closed between the two of them, Izuku could see the source of the bereaved noises.
“Kaachan! Kaachan! What happened?! What’s wrong?! Please, I’m coming, it’s gonna be okay!’‘
He called out, and yet something suddenly tugged upon his neck, causing him to cry out and fall down into the poppies. Shrouded in darkness behind him, holding a red hot chain, was the grinning and mishapen face of the one people knew as All For One.
Swearing, Deku stood up stubbornly. ‘’Fuck off you bastard! Kaachan needs me!’’
“You’ll have to fight me harder if you wanna see your little loverboy again.’‘
Taunted All For one, his form growing monstrous and even more inhuman than he had already looked, the chain burning Izuku and making him scream as he was tugged backwards.
‘No...no I can’t....Kaachan....Kaachan needs me. I need him too! Kaachan...I’m gonna win just like you!’
Straining and screaming from pain and the effort it took to resist the forces pulling him towards All For One, he gave a final roar of animalistic rage and desperation as he lunged forward, the sound of metal links snapping as he broke the chain around his neck and rushed forward with newly amplified zeal until he reached his sobbing friend...wrapping his arms around Bakugou.
‘I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I won’t leave you behind I promise! Never!’
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Bakugou’s eyes hurt from staying awake for hours on end. And from the crying he had been doing. He had been so tired and emotionally drained he didn’t even notice the bruised and rough hand stroking the back of his head tenderly as he rested his face on Izuku’s chest. Not till calloused fingers wiped some tears off the side of his jaw. Snapping into realization, Bakugou looked to the side and at a weakly smiling Izuku.
He wanted to be mad.
He wanted to hate him.
Why did his heart feel so different when he looked at Deku’s smiling face?
“Kaachan...your eyes are red like the sun coming up outside...’‘ Said Izuku, tears rolling down his face of joy as he realized quicker what it took a little longer for Bakugou to notice.
Bakugou glanced out the window, catching the glorious sight of the crimson morning sun. The tears began again.
‘‘You fucking moron...I thought you were--fuck it.’‘
And he delicately pushed his lips onto Izuku’s. He didn’t know where things would go from here. He didn’t know the future had in store for them individually, let alone as a pair. But he was happy he was going to have the chance to find out.
