"Hey, seriously, Kacchan. Why do you always seem to have me sit on a very squishy, very uneven I might also add, uncomfortable pillow?", Izuku quips. He's sitting in the front passenger seat with Bakugo at the wheel. He's on the smaller version of the back seat cushion. This one was modified and sized to fit the smaller seat.
"What do you mean uncomfortable, the whole purpose is for you to be comfortable, ya nerd", Bakugo retorts.
"True but, I don't see you use it with anyone but me? So, is there a reason?".
Bakugo doesn't answer, he just drives. Eyes forward, breath steady. Usually before the war, this silence would have made Izuku nervous. It would mean it was the calm before the storm. Bakugo would lash out, boil over and say something mean to hurt him. But now, they've had enough time to learn each other. The communication courses they have been taking together have been helping.
As much as Bakugo hates them, he's been making the most progress. Which led him to finally confess in proper his underlying feelings for the young teacher. Now in an established relationship, most of their days are him picking up Izuku from UA. Effectively graduating Izuku to passenger princess status.
"Look Zuku, it's.." Izuku waits quietly. He's better at being patient with Bakugo. Not pushing to answer and letting him take his time to reply. As he waits, he pokes at the cushion surrounding him. The feeling of sinking further into it is almost suffocating. He can't help but give out a breathy giggle as he adjusts out of it.
"You know how much I care about you, and well. I would admit that, I'm not perfect. Sometimes. And accidents can happen anywhere. Even while I'm driving, and I couldn't bare to see you hurt." Bakugo huffs out a breath, the like admission was to much for him to muster. "Not again. Not if I can help it. I will not have you hurting under my care. You're to precious to me".
Izuku looks at him, taking him in. It's moments like these, when he's just his Kacchan. Honest, and openly sincere. They're in their bubble, and it's just Kacchan only Kacchan permeating the air he breaths. He loves him so much. And damn it he needs to touch him. The car comes to a stop in front of a red light and he lunges for him. Gently touching his cheek, guiding Bakugo's face towards his. Surprising him, wide eyed but aware.
He kisses him, soft and hungry. When he breaks the kiss he nuzzles their noses and lightly laughs at how forward he was but not regretting the interaction at all.
"You big softy, you can be such a hard ass sometimes but also be so considerate." He sits back in his seat and places his hand on Bakugo's lap.
"I appreciate your efforts, but please I'm fine just sitting on a normal seat. The extra cushion was nice at first but it makes me sleepy and a little uncomfortable. Make my back feel like im old. Also if we're talking about safety, don't you think it will be harder for me to properly act if I'm ingulfed in cushions. You might need saving too and I won't be able to move."
"OK! Okay, I get it. I'll get rid of the cushions." Izuku wonders if he started muttering again and that's what triggered Bakugo's response.
"I'm sorry, did I start rambling again. I can't help it sometimes."
"I don't mind it. It's evidence of intelligence beyond normal condition. You've always been smarter and quicker than me. It's one of the many things I love about you." He smiles.
He's to much for Izuku to handle sometimes. Bakugo reaches for the hand on his lap and laces their fingers together. He brings Izukus palm to his lips and yup he might just die right there in that car against the overly cushy pillow, which he's suprisingly grateful for in that moment.
"So, you sure you want me to get rid of the pillows then? I mean they have their advantages you know. I didn't just get them for leisurely comfort." He smirks.
Izuku turns to him. He's smirking at him and Izuku wonders. "What do you mean?".
"I mean, I'd suppose having car sex isn't exactly comfor-".
"Kacchan!!!", he's beet red and holding his face against his free hand. So that's why he was smirking.
"What?" Bakugo chuckles. He knows excatly what he's doing.
"You didnt think about it at all? Cause I sure have teach. Especially when you're dressed so professionally, woke up a kink in me. Got me hot for teacher." He's definitely sinking back into the safety of that damn cushion now. It's too hot and hard to breathe.
"So, do I still get rid of them? It's your call."
Izuku is mortified, yet curious. He takes a beat to answer a soft and defeated "No, I suppose not".
He is curious, after all. He takes a deep breath to compose himself. He feels the heat in his belly subside. He's definitely not apposed to trying things in that car. It's for the experience and whatnot.
"Alright then, geez, settle down. We don't need to get rid of them." Bakugo teases.
Izuku pouts. Now all he can think of are the various positions that they could successfully achieve in that car. He's gonna have to have a moment to himself to ruminate on it. And maybe a second to compose himself before he walks out in public, with the very considerable arousal he sporting now.
He refuses to be left a tomato colored mess, so he quips again.
"Will you let me drive?"
Bakugo kurtly responds, "that's a hard no."
