This is 100% REAL Deku Birthday fic, it has bakudeku implied. It’s more Deku receiving love fic.
Prompt: Birthday Gift
Rate: G
Word count: 1,8k words
Tag: Fluff? Bakugo is soft with Deku; Birthday gift
Summary: Izuku is surprised with lots of sweets coming out of nowhere.
Author’s note: The sweet week is an event that we have in my country, I don't know if it celebrates in other countries, but it is in July. During the whole week you have to give sweets and the other person can kiss you or not. I didn't really make anyone kiss anyone, but I'll use that another time.
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Arriving at school, Izuku noticed that his classmates were more happy than usual. But he didn't understand why. Confusion washed over him as, one after the other, Uraraka and Iida greeted him in a cheerful manner.
Izuku of course returned the greeting and went about his normal day. However, confusion began to grow in his mind when, shortly after, he found a gift waiting for him in his locker. It was a carefully wrapped packet of cookies.
By then, no one was around to observe the scene, with a mixture of shyness and anticipation, Izuku scanned the package for a note that would reveal the identity of his Secret Santa, even though it wasn't Christmas and it would be a long time before that. Maybe it was a fan, maybe a girl in love, maybe someone wanting to make fun of him...
Ah! Izuku had no idea what this was about, maybe he'll ask Uraraka.
Thinking about it, Izuku shuddered. No! If it was Uraraka, it was not a good idea to ask her. But, a cute and kind girl like Uraraka would never give him something as cute and dedicated as that, much less in a secret way.
Izuku decided to leave that matter for later. Although it was hard to get it out of his head! He had the feeling that all the girls were watching him. Izuku went to class, completely oblivious to reality, yet he was diligently taking notes.
Suddenly, at lunch time, he saw Iida and Uraraka approaching him with mischievous smiles on their faces. Both of them each held a box of chocolates in their hands outstretched towards him.
"T-Thank you guys" was all Izuku could say, quite taken aback by the situation. He now knew that the one with the cookies was not Uraraka. She was a girl who went head-to-head with gifts, not only that, but Iida accompanied her in delivering sweets.
But…
Why?
The situation became more and more absurd as the day progressed. Every time Izuku turned around, he found another mysterious gift. There was a chocolate bar on his desk, there was candy in his backpack, and a box of chocolates appeared in his locker.
Izuku was surrounded by candy everywhere and he had no idea why. He tried asking his friends, but they all seemed to keep an innocent expression and denied having any knowledge of the gifts.
The class turned into a real comedy show when Izuku found himself literally entangled in piles of candy. Laughter echoed through the classroom as he tried to find a place to put each gift and stay organized.
Finally, when it seemed like the situation couldn't get any more chaotic, Izuku found a box of cake on his desk. His eyes flashed with disbelief. The gift was so big that he could barely take it in his arms.
Izuku, increasingly confused by the situation, decided to directly address his classmates. He raised his hand sheepishly and said, "Sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering if any of you know who is giving me all these gifts?"
There was no need to get anyone's attention because the whole class was looking at him. It was impossible not to when he had a lot of candy everywhere.
However…
One by one, the students began to raise their hands, drawing a stunned look from Izuku. First it was Iida and Uraraka, followed by Momo, Kirishima, Jiro, and the rest of their close friends. The collective confession left Izuku speechless.
“Are all of you giving me the gifts?! Why?!”
"We wanted to make sure you felt special and appreciated throughout the week," Yaoyoruzu expressed.
"It's sweet week after all~gero" Tsuyu added.
“Exactly! You're a great friend and we wanted to show our appreciation!” Kirishima said.
“Also, we thought it would be fun to see your reaction to receiving so many sweets without knowing who sent them, birthday boy” Jiro laughed.
"Birth-Birthday Boy?"
"It's your birthday, Deku-kun!" Uraraka recalled excitedly.
Then, something tweaked in Izuku's memory. Yes, he had forgotten his birthday but because the week before he had been too busy organizing his plans for the sweet week, which he also apparently forgot afterwards.
The week before, Izuku had been sitting at his desk, surrounded by notebooks and sheets of paper. With a concentrated expression, he was meticulously going through his notes on the sweet week. He had spent hours researching the tastes of each of his friends and loved ones, carefully noting the chocolates he planned to give away. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he envisioned the surprised and delighted smiles he expected to see on his faces.
Meticulously, Izuku organized his collection of chocolates, making sure each box was labeled with the name of the person it was intended for.
He had even chosen ribbons and bows that complemented each recipient's individual tastes.
Izuku was in a state of utter bewilderment. He looked at the candy boxes he was holding in his hands, not knowing what to say or how to react. Reality hit his mind as his heart sank. He had completely forgotten about the sweet week.
His face turned pale as the voices of his friends seemed to fade into the background. He felt a mixture of shame, regret, and sadness that he had overlooked something he had so enthusiastically planned.
After a moment of awkward silence, Izuku was finally able to work up the courage to apologize to his friends.
To his surprise, instead of being offended, his friends smiled at him and assured him that there was no problem. They told him that the candy they had given him was a way of showing him how much he meant to them.
Izuku was overwhelmed by the affection and understanding that his friends showed him at that moment. Despite forgetting him, sweetness and affection continued to flow around him.
Izuku didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the surprise and generosity of his friends. As the entire class joined in the confession, all but one raised their hand: Bakugo.
“What? It wasn’t me! I'm not interested in that sweet week nonsense”
Laughter filled the classroom as Bakugo crossed his arms and feigned nonchalance. Izuku, still surprised but with a smile on his face, thanked all of his friends for the sweets and their kindness.
“I can't believe how lucky I am to have all of you as friends! Thank you, this really means a lot to me.”
"And believe it or not, this bad boy here was the one who let us all know it was your birthday." Kirishima sent Bakugo forward, wrapping his arm around his shoulders.
Bakugo was startled. “Yeah! ‘cause pink cheeks asked me! I didn't think they were going to make so much noise about it!”
"Pink cheeks?" Uraraka raised her hands to her cheeks.
"But you participated too, Kacchan~" Kaminari hummed.
"Don't call me that, shut up!"
"We didn't buy the cake ourselves, in fact. It was in our plans but we didn't have time to coordinate it.”
“Exactly! It was Todoroki-kun who helped Bakugo buy that delicious cake” Mina pointed out with a mischievous giggle.
“Shut up! I didn't buy it with anyone's help! I bought it with my money and I was the one who put it there! No worthless half-half helped me!”
“Kacchan…”
"What the hell do you want now?!"
Mina and the others stared at Bakugo confessing with such ease. They all smiled victoriously. “I know that Todoroki-kun didn't know about the cake either, I just said it to make you angry and confess.”
“You…!”
Izuku ignored the rage that was coursing through Bakugo like a bomb about to go off, wrapped his arms around his torso and buried his face into his shoulder. "Thank you Kacchan. I thought... I thought you wouldn't care about it.”
It was the first time in a long time that Bakugo participated in one of his birthdays. A sweet gesture at a sugar giveaway party from the person who would rather swim in hot sauce than plunge into a mountain of sugar.
"Yeah, Deku, whatever.”
Izuku found himself even more surprised when he felt a hand caress his head gently. He moved just a little to look up and he realized it was Bakugo, mostly because of the trapped and embarrassed face he was making.
"Kacchan, were you stroking my head?"
“WHAT?! NO! You didn't see anything! I was moving your annoying hair that was getting up my nose! Now get off me!” Bakugo, completely embarrassed, pushed Izuku away.
Izuku had already memorized how it felt to be in Bakugo's arms.
"Don't worry, Midoriya, we already caught him in the act." Kirishima slapped Izuku on the back as Mina walked over to show him a photo on her phone of Bakugo caressing his head and being hugged.
Bakugo's face looked so…
"WHAT THE HELL DID THEY DO?! DELETE THAT CRAP OR I WILL EXPLODE YOUR PHONES!”
"You wouldn't dare…" Mina teased.
Bakugo was already about to pounce on Mina until Izuku got in the middle of them. "Kacchan! Kacchan! Forget it, Mina hasn't sent it to anyone yet, right Mina? So she'll delete it right now!”
As Bakugo managed to calm down, Mina sent the photo to Izuku's phone, who behind his back gave her a thumbs up.
"I think we should stop fooling around and let Deku-kun cut the cake," Iida ordered.
They all cheered at that idea, crowding around Izuku and catching Bakugo from running away from the moment, making him inevitably fall behind Izuku. He made a couple of grunts and loud curses but didn't move from his spot. He had no choice.
Izuku concentrated on opening the box. His eyes filled with tears and his voice choked with emotion as he saw the creamy frosting cake that bore All Might's color pattern, along with a message written in the center that read:
You can be a hero
“That was…” Bakugo's voice resounded softly in his ears, showing an honesty dedicated only to him “An All Might’s idea. Happy birthday, nerd.”
Izuku couldn't help but stop paying attention to the cake and started crying incessantly.
"What did you say to him, Bakugo?!" Iida yelled at him.
“It's not my fault that he's a damn crybaby!”
"Midoriya are you alright?"
“Yeah, yeah. Kacchan didn't say anything bad, quite the opposite. I'm crying because…" he wiped his tears with the sleeve of his uniform but they didn't stop falling. “I cry because I am very happy. I have such good friends. Thank you so much”
Sero put some candles on the cake. "Then blow out the candles! Todoroki, do the honors”
Todoroki lit the candles with his fire. Izuku could see a small smile marked on his face.
They all began to clap and count: “One! Two! And three! Make a wish!”
Izuku caught the air in his lungs as if they held back his desire.
Let's be happy forever, no matter what.
He released his wish in a breath that doused the flames.
Katsuki did, in fact, have to call the hag for new slacks. The pair he had was much too small for him now. Much to his embarrassment, he couldn’t even pull them up past his thighs. The damn sneaky witch kept her cool over the phone, but as soon as he said bye, he heard her screeching for his father and knew that she’d be bombarding him with questions in no time.
“How are you, son?” His dad asked when Katsuki got to their house.
“M’good,” Katsuki said. He was somewhat on edge. He’d expected the hag to divebomb him as soon as he set foot in their house. The fact that she hadn’t was… concerning. She hadn’t even been the one to answer the door, and he didn’t see or hear her anywhere. “Where’s the witch?”
“Your mother is in the basement,” Masaru said with a snort. “You haven’t asked us to make you clothes in quite a while. I think she’s excited.”
Katsuki sighed. “I haven’t needed anything since the last time I asked.”
“I figured as much,” Masaru led Katsuki into the kitchen. “You only asked for casual clothes the last time.”
His tone was curious, but Bakugou Masaru wasn’t pushy. He knew that pushing Katsuki to talk would do the opposite of what he wanted, so he was content to wait at least a bit.
“Tea?”
Katsuki nodded and sat at the table with a sigh.
“How’ve you guys been?”
His father looked delighted as he immediately launched into a ramble about their fashion line and the recent happenings. For a moment Katsuki was reminded of Izuku, and he bit his lip to keep the grin off of his face. No need to give the old man anything to gossip with the hag about later.
Katsuki wasn’t sure how much time had passed when an unholy screech came from the basement stairs.
“Masa! Is the brat here yet?!”
Katsuki groaned and dropped his head into his hands as he heard his mother stomp up the stairs. He… may or may not have been stalling. It’s not that he didn’t want to see his mother or get the measurements and shit over with, he just knew how she was. When she wanted to know something she would pick and prod and poke at him, in this case possibly literally, until she learned everything she wanted to know. And like he told Kirishima, he didn’t want to jinx anything.
“Sorry Suki, I’ve been hogging him a little,” Katsuki’s dad chuckled. His mom’s face was completely unamused when she turned the corner into the kitchen.
“I’m down in the workshop sweating my tits off and going through fabrics, meanwhile you two chucklefucks are up here having a goddamn tea party,” she scoffed. The twitch to her lip gave her away.
“Nobody told you to start before I even got here, hag,” Katsuki snapped with a snort and a roll of his eyes.
“Oh fuck off,” she said. Katsuki flipped her off, the normalcy of the interaction causing him to relax almost against his will.
“You ready then?”
“Yeah, I’m coming.”
Katsuki followed her down into the basement which doubled as a workshop for when one of his parents (or both of them on occasion) had personal projects they wanted to work on. Without being prompted, he stripped off his sweats, folded his tank top up so his midriff was bare, and moved to the raised platform that was set up.
“Nice to know you remember how this works.”
Katsuki snorted.
“I only did this once or twice a year for the first two decades of my fucking life.”
His parents would never let him wear shit off the rack or mass produced. At one point the hag had literally told him she’d rather die.
“Yeah yeah.”
A tape measure suddenly wrapped around Katsuki’s hips and he almost jumped. He’d kind of expected the interrogation to come before the measuring.
“So,” ah, there it was. “Why’d you need slacks all of a sudden?”
Katsuki shrugged one shoulder lightly, trying to keep still.
“Katsuki.”
He huffed. “I’m not even sure,” he muttered, hoping she would leave it. Unfortunately, he wasn’t that lucky.
Mitsuki’s hands paused for just a moment where she’d stretched the tape measure down the outside of his leg.
“What do you mean?”
Katsuki sighed and did his best to keep from shifting uncontrollably, lest he be stabbed with a pin. It had happened before.
“I mean it’s a fuckin’ surprise.”
“You’re letting someone take you someplace where you need to dress up and you don’t even know where you’re going?”
“Yes,” Katsuki snapped.
The resulting silence had katsuki on edge. His mom came into view, her eyes on where she was measuring, and he was surprised to see a soft smile on her face.
“Can I at least know the name of the person who’s charmed my notoriously difficult son?” She eventually asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Why would I do that? So you can go run another goddamn background check?”
Mitsuki sighed. “That was one time.”
“It was three times actually but nice fucking try.”
She groaned and Katsuki scoffed.
“I promise I won’t run a background check.”
Katsuki eyed her critically. “I’m supposed to just take your word?”
“Have I ever lied to you?”
No. No she hadn’t.
Katsuki sighed. “Midoriya Izuku.”
Mitsuki stiffened, her brows furrowed.
“What?” Katsuki snapped. That was not the reaction he’d expected. He’d expected smugness from getting him to talk about someone he liked. Or even curiosity about the person he liked.
Not this guarded wariness.
At his tone Mitsuki shook her head.
“It’s nothing. What are they like?”
Katsuki eyed his mother with frustration. He knew she had something on her mind, but he also knew she wouldn’t fess up if she didn’t want to. He was the same, after all. So instead of pushing like he wanted to, Katsuki huffed and told his mom about how he met the omega.
If it was important, she’d tell him.
~*~
A little peek into the Bakuhouse. Wonder why Mitsuki got all weird when she found out Izuku’s name. 👀
Also to anyone who’s new to this fic it is gonna be an accidental inc*st fic so pls take care of yourselves. I’d tag it but idk how this place is with that kinda stuff and I don’t want my work removed. 😅
I also have update goals for my fics! The kofi goal for this one is up.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"I have a time travel quirk!”
She explained. “15 years from now, you’re like..A REALLY FAMOUS AND COOL HERO! One of my favorites!” She fangirled.
Katsuki perked up at hearing that. “Hah. I knew it!“ He grinned cockily. But then his curiosity got to him. “Future girl…are you able to send other people to the future?”
“I can! But only for a day! Do you wanna peak at your life?!”
Or
Katsuki Bakugo finds himself in the future and is surprised to find his childhood friend is a MUCH bigger part of his life than he expected.
Published one of my fic threads on A03. A cute time travel story ^_^
Bakugou was stressed. Then again, he was always stressed. But today was an especially stressful day- he had an audition to go to. This company was great, but they only really hired the best dancers. The problem was.. he had heard that they were looking for singers too. Logically speaking, anyone who could do both would be the clear pick, but that wasn’t going to put him down. This is Bakugou Katsuki- he works ten times as hard as any dancer out there, and is at least twice as athletic. So what if he can’t sing for shit. SO WHAT- he can learn and replicate any choreography they throw at him, and he’s willing to bet his ass he can do it better than any candidate they have.
Katsuki took a deep breath and walked into the studio. Man, if they could afford to have their auditions at this studio.. what kind of money were they talking exactly. He was greeted by a woman who led him to the auditions room. White walls, white floors, huge mirrored wall on one side- this was how it’s done- not some half-assed practice session on a basket ball court like he was used to. He put his bag down by the wall and watched the others who had come before him give their auditions.
Being Katsuki, he tried to point out every mistake they made to himself, not just to gloat over it- but to make sure he doesn’t repeat it. He really was more stressed than usual today, it was a wonder he hadn’t snapped already.
When it was finally his turn, he came out to the center of the room. His scarlet hued eyes focused on the three judging the audition. They must be big wigs- he had to impress them. Their choreographer was watching from the other side of the room. He had the floor to himself.
The blond took in a deep breath and waited for his music to come on. He had picked a loose polyester shirt to wear over sweats- his most comfortable dance-wear. When the song started up, he immediately went into action. He’d gone over his routine hundreds- no- thousands of times before this audition. And he was nailing every move- every breath he took was calculated, pre-planned. If this company was as good as everyone said they were, they’d recognize his talent and hard work- all the hours he put into this would not go unnoticed. But Katsuki didn’t settle for just that. Any seasoned performer would be able to put in this kind of effort.
His real selling point was the aggression. Every move, no matter how many thousands of times he’d done it- he replicated it with as much force and passion he’d put into it when he first learned it. Katsuki felt like his muscles were on fire by the end of it, but that only fuelled him more. At the end of his song, he stood up from his crouch and looked at the judges for any good signs. They were busy talking amongst themselves, looking excited. The blond stood there, panting, wiping the sweat out of his eyes- refusing the bottle of water offered to him- he watched the three of them by their table impatiently. What the hell was taking so long. He knew he was better than the chumps that came before him- so they ought to have something to say about it.
Fuck this.
“So?? Can I expect to hear something??”, he couldn’t stop himself before he shot out the words. The entire room seemed to quieten down. He frowned a bit, trying to correct himself. “..can I have some feedback- please??”
One of the three at the table piped up, “We’ll get back to you on that- we still have more auditions before we can decide-“
Of course. He felt stupid to have asked. Shit- his friends had warned him to be more respectful, smile some more or whatever. Katsuki huffed and walked to where his bag was and flopped down next to it. Wiping his face and neck with his towel and squeezing the Gatorade into his mouth, he lay there, panting and glaring at all the other candidates.
Who the fuck cares if I smile- it’s skill that counts.
That’s when the next candidate walked in. He was apparently the last one they had, and he was late for auditions- dumbass- that was the first mistake he made today as far as Katsuki was concerned. He watched him carefully, the floppy green hair, freckles on his face.. the doe eyes he made at everybody as he stuttered apologies. Please- what could this guy do to change the verdict.
“Hello I’m Izuku Midoriya- I’M SO VERY SORRY AGAIN FOR BEING SO LATE- IT WAS THE TRAFFIC.”, the young man bowed low. The company people were more than understanding.
“Don’t worry about it Midoriya- go ahead and perform what you’ve prepared for us-“
Bakugou watched Izuku to see what he could do. But it seemed like he hadn’t heard them yet- the green haired candidate was deeply concentrating on something.. His low voice sounded all over the room, “-I did calculate the time it would take me to get here- IF I took a bus- and it was clearly not worth it considering the time and money spent to get here, couple that with not getting seats on the bus anyway-“
“Uh- Izuku it’s alright! You can go ne-“
“-but that’s exactly why I took a taxi! It was prepaid and everything- I checked the routes on maps to make sure we picked the one with the highest rate of traffic clearance- but even that didn’t seem to work cause the detours on road weren’t updated on the map yet- maybe they need a better system in place for things like this- because clearly-“
“IZUKU MIDORIYA?”
“YES!??”, he suddenly looked up to see the man looking at him sternly.
“You can perform for us now- you’re the last one and we’re waiting-“
Katsuki could barely hold in the giggles at this point. This guy- THIS was the guy he’d been worried about taking his spot. Not a chance- not happening. He watched the greenet take to the center of the room after putting his things down by the wall and handing his memory stick to the sound person.
Then the music started up. He danced in time, his moves were sharp, and subtle. As the beat got faster, he kept time without losing his pace or any of his grace. In stark contrast to the blond that had gone before him- there seemed to be no aggression accompanying his energy. Well, for a first- he smiled. And his eyes seemed to find his target easily- he aimed to please- to impress. And that is exactly why he did. There seemed to be an almost palpable change in the atmosphere in the studio. Everyone had their attention fixed on Izuku Midoriya.
Katsuki Bakugou did too. He watched him glide across the floor, dynamic and free in his movements. And as a dancer himself, he knew how many hours it took to make it look this effortless. But even after all this, Bakugou was relaxed. Even if he could dance this beautifully- if anything- maybe they’d be matched in skill. Maybe they’d give this Midoriya fellow a second glance before giving the spot to Katsuki.
That was when the cunt started to sing.
Izuku’s track changed to instrumental as he sang along with the background accompaniment- he hit his notes high as he danced his routine. His pitch didn’t falter once through all the movement.
How the fuck-
Then he finished on a low note, his voice rumbling deeper than should’ve been possible. So he had a wide range too. What couldn’t this man do? When he was done, he bowed low again and smiled sweetly at the panel. Bringing his hand up to his hair awkwardly he said, “I hope you liked it! It wasn’t the best I could do- and the song I picked wasn’t the most complicated to choreograph but-“
“It was perfect- we loved it! Don’t be so hard on yourself.”, the company man spoke. He was the real deal- one of the main producers. He looked like he meant business, and even he was smiling at Midoriya. Midoriya got the feedback- he got the smiles- he got the excited chattering amongst the panel. Bakugou was livid.
He suddenly stood up from his spot, causing the others in the room to turn towards the sound. Gathering up his things, he stomped out of the room and into the hallway leading back out to the elevator.
Fuck ‘em. Fuck Midoriya. Fuck that producer.
He walked into the elevator, angry with himself. He was angry for a lot of reasons- for not being able to sing- that was the first. At best, he used to rap a little as a hobby when he was younger. Would that help?? They hadn’t mentioned rapping at the auditions. He stood in the back, absolutely seething. It’s not like he could go back and rap for them now- that would make him look like a clown.
As the doors of the elevator closed, he found himself immediately regretting his outburst. Holding his head in his hand, he tried to not scream. He couldn’t do this here- they might still call him after today- he still had a chance.
He looked up suddenly to see his messy mop of green hair pushing through the doors. His eyes looked large and apologetic.
Pathetic.
“Come to gloat?”, he shot at him gruffly. Midoriya seemed to be taken aback as he shuffled into the lift- bag in hand. “N-No?? G-gloat about what- exactly..”, his voice sounded, unsure.
This was the guy who would get his job. Right in front of him. What the hell did he have that Katsuki didn’t??
He glared at him before looking up. The elevator was making its way down to the ground floor- where he’d be taking a bus back to his shitty rented apartment that he could barely afford- yes, a bus- because he couldn’t afford a damn taxi like this freckled prodigy. He hated his guts- pushing his way into the elevator like that to hang around the loser of the day.
“You got the job- idiot- so act like it.” Bakugou preferred it that way. At least if he gloated, he’d be able to put it all behind him- chalk it up to be a bad week and start again. But instead, Izuku tilted his head at him like a confused puppy. “..Bakugou right? They mentioned something about your stunts- said they’d be contacting some of us for choreography next week- but uhh- they figured maybe you don’t want the job anymore cause you-“
The blond snapped his head towards him instantly.
“WHAT? THEY SAID WHAT?-“ He was already pressing the buttons to go back up- he pressed the wrong floor a couple of times before getting the right one. His face was sweating again.
“Hey! I was on my way down- you could’ve waited..”, the other man’s voice was soft and undemanding as he watched the blond look panicked. Katsuki suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder, just as the doors opened on the right floor. “Tell them the truth- they seem like nice people. They were really impressed by you”
The blond turned to look at him, dumbfounded. He was only met with a smile, not anywhere close to malicious- just a genuine look of happiness on this stranger’s face at the prospect of his adversary getting the job in his place.
Fuckin’ weirdo.
Bakugou walked through the hallway and into the studio, embarrassed that all eyes were on him. Many of the dancers seemed to have left already- the others were packing up. A few were speaking to the producers and the choreographer and standing around having coffee. As the spiky haired blond approached the group, he bowed his head slightly in apology. The producer took his hand and shook it. “Did Midoriya catch up to you then? We were going to call you too of course- so I take it you will come to the choreography round next week?”
“Yes- of course I will- thank you so much for the opportunity sir-“, the otherwise prideful young man was severely humbled by the offer. This could just be his big break- if he could keep his emotions in check before this was all over.
He felt like this was his chance to explain himself before things got out of hand. “I- I have some anger management issues- which I’m working on of course- that’s not going to be something that’ll hinder our work flow- I’m very sorry about walking out like that-“
It had to be done. He had to make the best impression on them if was going to be considered at all. He couldn’t smile and make doe eyes like him, but at the very least, he could be sincere if he tried. The producer looked at him with kind eyes, but cancelled out the gesture in a rather assertive tone, “Bakugou- we expect great things from you- and we also expect that you’ll be professional about keeping your emotions appropriate to the work setting-“ He sighed before continuing to sip on his coffee. “We’re not exactly sure what kind of arrangement we have for you, but only time and working together will tell-“
Before he could contain himself, he was speaking, “So another round of testing? That’s when you’ll decide you want me in the company?”
The choreographer was listening before, but now he grinned wide. “This fish is ready to jump ah- PD?” He laughed and slapped the man on his shoulder. PD looked at Katsuki again, and spoke in a measured tone. “You’re assuming you’ll get the spot and nobody else? Isn’t that a little too confident- even if you are talented, that isn’t something we like in this company-“
At that, the blond fixed his scarlet gaze on his, his eyes hard like steel. “Sir- respectfully- I know I’ve worked hard enough to get in- I know I’ll work harder than anybody here to make you see that- I will show you why I deserve this job-“
He took a deep breath and bowed low. When he straightened up, he saw that PD was smiling- a small, knowing look on his face. “I look forward to that Katsuki-“
Bakugou breathed a sigh of relief before taking a cup of coffee himself. He needed his nerves to settle already.
“But to be completely honest? Since you do seem to want that from me-“, the producer smiled some more before sprinkling some sweetener in his cup, “Midoriya seems to be showing us why he deserves this job- maybe you ought to ask him for tips-“
Katsuki breathed in sharply and directed his glare at the door, willing the green haired wonder to walk in.
But Midoriya was already in a bus on his way home- to his own shitty little apartment. He just had to get this job- even if he had to fight that pretty blond for it. Izuku sighed, his breath fogged up the window as he looked out into the streets passing by him.
He chuckled to himself. This Bakugou person had tried hard to make an enemy out of him- but it didn’t work. Izuku knew a good man when he saw one. This one just seemed to want to push people away- even if he was harmless. Well- maybe he’d scratch a little.. like a cat.
“Katsuki- Katsuki-chan – Katchan “, the greenet mumbled to himself as he settled his head down on his bunched-up scarf. A three-hour long bus ride called for a nap after all.
Izuku smiled suddenly, a pinkness in his cheeks.
“Kacchan..”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya
Summary:
Katsuki always spent his ruts alone in his family cabin out by the mountains deep within the woods.
Then he found a body covered in blood and snow, and it's far more alive than he first realized.
This is my contribution for Deku’s birthday, since I won’t get my Ao3 back until July 20th. I’m posting this here.
PROMPT: Apprehension
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences (Because Bakugo says the “F” word once or twice idk)
Relationships: BakuDeku
Word Count: 5,9k
Tags: Jealousy, Post-Kamino Incident, Love confession.
Summary: Class 1-A celebrates Tanabata. Bakugo feels jealous, Izuku is uncomfortable; both feelings clash against each other. Izuku's wish is to get along with Bakugo, however, he loses hope that this wish will come true.
As the Class 1-A chat group buzzed with excitement for the upcoming Tanabata festival outing, Bakugo's eyes narrowed as he read Izuku's message.
I'm going with Todoroki-kun 😊
A flash of annoyance crossed Bakugo's face. He quickly composed himself, refusing to let it show.
His fingers hovered over the screen, contemplating whether or not he should respond. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the thought of Izuku spending time with Todoroki or anyone else. They had become close friends, but Bakugo couldn't help but wonder if there was something more between them. And that thought irritated him, for some reason.
Just as he was about to dismiss their plans, an invitation from Kirishima appeared on the screen of his phone. Bakugo's frown softened slightly as he read the message. Kirishima was inviting him to join his group for the Tanabata celebration.
Bakugo hesitated for a moment, his pride at war with his desire to be close to Izuku. Finally, he complained to himself and wrote a reply, accepting Kirishima's invitation. He couldn't let Izuku think that he was upset by his plans with Todoroki. Bakugo was determined to show that he didn't care.
The day of departure arrived, and the students of Class 1-A gathered at the designated meeting place. Bakugo arrived early on purpose, wanting to be there before Izuku and Todoroki. He leaned against a nearby tree, pretending to be engrossed in his phone, while he stole glances up the path that led to the meeting place.
Finally, he saw Izuku and Todoroki walking towards them, deep in conversation. Bakugo's eyes narrowed and a wave of possessiveness washed over him. He didn't like seeing Izuku laugh and smile with someone else. He wanted those smiles reserved just for him.
As the group chatted and headed to the festival, Bakugo grew increasingly frustrated by Izuku's interactions with Todoroki. He couldn't understand why he felt so furious about it. But seeing Izuku's attention focused on someone else, it bothered him terribly.
Throughout the day, Bakugo found himself instinctively gravitating towards Izuku, wanting to be close to him. He joined in on the conversations, throwing in his own witty and snide remarks, determined to win back Izuku's attention. He wasn't going to let Todoroki steal the spotlight.
Little did Bakugo know, Izuku had noticed his subtle actions and the way his eyes lingered on him. He felt a mixture of confusion and curiosity, wondering if there was something else behind Bakugo's behavior. And somewhere deep down, Izuku couldn't deny the pang of happiness he felt knowing that Bakugo cared enough to be jealous.
As the evening sky darkened, lanterns were lit and wishes were written.
Bakugo looked at Izuku out of the corner of his eye, frowning. “What are you looking at?”
Izuku smiled. “It's nice to share this moment together.”
"What the hell are you talking about if you spent all day with the half-half? Did he get bored of your nerdy gibberish and that's why you come here to bother me?”
Bakugo took a corner to write his wish. Izuku sighed.
The two heroes-in-training began to write their wishes on the strips of paper. Bakugo wrote in his fast and energetic handwriting, while Izuku wrote with calm and concentration. Once they were done, they hung their wishes on the bamboo, watching them sway gently in the wind.
"What did you wish for, Kacchan?" Izuku asked curiously.
Bakugo crossed his arms, avoiding looking directly at him. "That's none of your business, Deku. Is personal.”
Izuku nodded in understanding and began to think about his own wish. He looked at Bakugo and then at the stars that were beginning to appear in the sky. “My wish is that we continue to grow together, Kacchan. As friends and as heroes.”
Bakugo glared at him, as if Izuku had just said the most offensive thing.
Izuku continued speaking.
“I think All Might is right, we should try to work as a team. We already proved that together we can be invincible, so if my wish comes true, well, I know that if one says the wish out loud, maybe not…”
Bakugo burst. "Do you want to know what my freaking wish is?! Shut that annoying nerdy mouth and get out of my life forever! You are the most irritating person I have ever met!”
Bakugo's harsh words hung in the air as Izuku absorbed the impact. Izuku, usually resilient and forgiving, felt a pang of pain deep within him, but decided to mask it with a stoic expression. He had always known that Bakugo had a way with insults, but this time he felt differently. This time, he hit too close to home.
"Okay," Izuku replied quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I won't bother you anymore"
His shoulders slumped slightly as he turned around, leaving Bakugo standing there, feeling a mixture of guilt and confusion.
As Izuku walked away, he fought back tears, trying to understand why Bakugo's words affected him so deeply. He was hoping to have an honest talk, to bridge the gap between them, but it seemed that Bakugo wasn't willing to face his own feelings. And at that moment, Izuku couldn't take the weight of Bakugo's constant insults anymore.
Determined to enjoy the rest of the festival, Izuku joined Todoroki and Uraraka, bringing a smile to his face. He joined their conversations, laughing and joking as best he could. But there was a lingering sadness behind his eyes, a pain caused by Bakugo's rejection.
Meanwhile, Kirishima, always perceptive of his friend's emotions, noticed Bakugo's discomfort. He gently pushed Bakugo away and tried to divert his attention.
"Hey man, look at that game over there! Let's try it!” Kirishima pointed to a shooting gallery, hoping it would distract Bakugo from his turbulent thoughts.
Bakugo looked away from Izuku and forced himself to focus on Kirishima's suggestion. He nodded, grateful for his friend's attempt to get him out of his own head. He followed Kirishima into the game, trying to push away the guilt that gnawed him.
As they participated in the shooting game, Bakugo's mind went back to Izuku. He couldn't help the feeling of regret that settled in his chest. His realization hit him like a ton of bricks: he didn't want to push Izuku away. He didn't want to be left alone while Izuku laughed and joined the others. Bakugo wanted to be the one to make Izuku smile, and he couldn't deny the growing pain in his heart.
But the question remained: did he have the courage to face his own feelings? Did he have the strength to admit to himself, let alone Izuku, that there was more to their relationship than just rivalry? Bakugo's fists clenched as he wrestled with his own inner turmoil, the weight of his emotions overwhelming him.
He remembered his words and wondered why did he said something like that. He couldn't even think of wishing Izuku out of his life. Maybe years ago, yes but now... That thought hurt too much to want it.
Unbeknownst to Bakugo, Izuku glanced in his direction throughout the festival, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and resignation. He hoped that one day Bakugo would find the courage to confront his feelings and open up. But for now, Izuku had decided to protect his own heart and keep distance.
Izuku couldn't help but watch Kirishima and Bakugo interact, their easy camaraderie sparking a pang of jealousy inside him. He hid the pain with a forced smile, reminding himself that he couldn't let Bakugo's rejection get to him. Instead, he decided to counter Bakugo's indifference by laughing openly with Uraraka and Todoroki, hoping to allay his own feelings of jealousy.
Bakugo, however, was far from ignorant of Izuku's actions. He gritted his teeth, a snarl escaping his lips as he saw Izuku laughing with the others. His anger simmered beneath the surface, fanned by the sight of Izuku apparently enjoying the company of anyone but him. He continued to play the shooting game with a new intensity, his actions becoming more aggressive.
Just when the tension between them seemed to reach its peak, Iida, who had been observing the scene, walked over to the game. With the usual air of command, he invited Izuku and Bakugo to join.
"Why not have some friendly competition, gentlemen? It might lighten the atmosphere,” he suggested, his voice edged with concern.
Izuku felt a wave of shyness wash over him. He wasn't sure if he wanted to engage in a competitive game with Bakugo, especially given the undercurrent of animosity between them. But before he could decline, Bakugo's anger got the better of him. He turned to Izuku, his voice filled with contempt.
"What's wrong Deku? Too cowardly to face a challenge? Or are you just a hypocrite, pretending to be strong when you're nothing but a weakling?"
The harsh words hit Izuku like a physical blow, but his determination flared in response. His eyes narrowed, his voice firm as he accepted the challenge. "Okay Kacchan. Let's do this."
The atmosphere turned tense as the two rivals faced each other, their gazes locked in a battle of wills. Iida set up the game, creating a makeshift target for them to shoot at. As the first round began, their movements became fast and aggressive, and their competitive spirits drove their actions.
"Maybe spending too much time with the half-half made you more useless than you already are," Bakugo teased.
"That has nothing to do with this, and you don't stop putting Todoroki-kun in, is there something you want to say, Kacchan?" Izuku observed, receiving a rather aggressive shot in response. The cork they fired hit his arm and the impact was painful but wouldn't do any serious damage.
Suddenly, Bakugo was aiming at him.
"Why would I want to say anything to someone like you?"
With each shot, the tension in the air grew denser, but it was no longer just the game they were playing. It was a clash of emotions, a chance for them to throw the truth at each other, raw and painful as it might be.
“You always push me away, Kacchan!” Izuku's voice trembled slightly, but he refused to back down. "You never let me in. How can I be your friend when you constantly push me aside?"
Izuku had already left the game, only receiving cork shots and dodging them without difficulty.
Bakugo's eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and vulnerability. He loaded another round into his gun, his voice dripping with bitterness.
"Who said that I want to be your friend, you useless?! You think you're so perfect, Deku. Always playing the victim. Why you don't fight back? All you do is dodge me!”
Bakugo was thinking of Izuku's back a few moments ago while his smile was directed towards Uraraka, Todoroki and his other friends and his anger increased.
"Don't accept the challenge if all you're going to do is walk away!"
Words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken truths and pent-up frustrations.
"I'm not the one walking away!" Izuku's voice trembled, covering his face with his arms. "You're scared too. Afraid of being vulnerable, afraid of letting someone in. But you can't keep pushing everyone away forever!"
Bakugo's face contorted in anger, he dropped the weapon with a thud and lunged at Izuku to hit him. “I don't need anyone, especially you, Deku!” he spat out, his voice filled with a mixture of anger and pain. "I've come this far on my own. I don't need your pity or your help!"
It was then that, after the incident with the Villains League and his kidnapping, after having ruined All Might, everyone approached him with pity.
Izuku no longer looked at him the same way as before. He didn't want that either... he didn't know what exactly he wanted from Izuku.
The fight had escalated to a level where the friends of the rivals began to intervene without being able to stop them. The space that Iida prepared for the supposedly peaceful competition was set aside so there were no people in danger in the wild fight but it was shameful behavior for two heroes in training.
They didn't know how far it would escalate their fight but they didn't want to find out. Iida was going to get between the two but Kirishima stopped him.
"Bakugo won't do anything that causes major damage."
"That's no relief! They're fighting for no reason!" Iida argued.
"For now, this is their way of discussing. Midoriya won't make this a quirk fight and if he doesn't, neither will Bakugo" explained Tsuyu.
As the fight escalated, it became clear that their match had transcended the game. It had become a physical manifestation of their emotional turmoil, a battle fueled by their unspoken desires and frustrations. Izuku's thoughts swirled through his mind, a jumble of conflicting emotions, as the intense fervor of the moment consumed him.
"Even so..." Tsuyu continued.
Both Tsuyu and the others were fed up with the tension that those two had created and didn't want to continue making a fuss so Tsuyu used her tongue to tangle Izuku's foot and make him stumble just as he was about to hit Bakugo.
Caught up in the adrenaline, Izuku found himself on top of Bakugo, gripping the collar of his shirt tightly. He didn't wonder the reason why he stumbled.
Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, the world around them seemed to fade away. Izuku's heart was pounding in his chest, the intensity of their proximity causing a surge of forbidden thoughts.
"It's not pity, Kacchan..." Izuku gasped, "I never felt sorry for you."
In the midst of the chaos, he considered the idea of kissing Bakugo, to silence the tension between them with a moment of undeniable connection.
But just as quickly as the thought arose, Izuku's mind snapped back to reality.
He remembered Bakugo's harsh words, the insults that cut deep to his core. Bakugo had made it clear that Izuku was the one who bothered him the most. The weight of that realization fell on him, shattering the fragile fantasy he had briefly held.
Izuku released Bakugo, his grip loosening as he walked away, the fire in his eyes dimming. He released his rival, the silence between them stifling in its intensity. Realization of what they had just done washed over him, bringing with it a wave of regret and uncertainty.
"Sorry," Izuku murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of apology and sadness. "Sorry, everyone."
With a heavy heart, he turned away from his friends, from the festival that had once held so much promise. The weight of unresolved emotions and the pain of rejection felt like an unbearable burden.
His footsteps echoed against the emptying festival grounds as he pushed through the shadows. His mind was filled with confusion and doubt, questioning his decisions and wondering if there was a way forward from this tangled mess.
Izuku's departure left his friends in shock, their gazes following him until he was out of sight. The lingering tension in the air was palpable, a stark reminder of the consequences of his unresolved emotions. It was a bittersweet reminder that actions taken in the heat of the moment could have lasting repercussions.
The festival continued around them, but the once vibrant and joyous atmosphere was overshadowed by the weight of their shattered friendships. The remaining students of Class 1-A exchanged worried glances, unsure how to proceed or repair the crack that had formed.
Bakugo stood there, his eyes locked on the retreating figures of Todoroki, Uraraka, and Tsuyu as they chased after Izuku. Guilt washed over him, mixing with a sense of self-loathing and helplessness. He felt pathetic, knowing that his own actions had driven Izuku away.
Before he could think further about his feelings, Kirishima approached him, concern etched on his face. He grabbed Bakugo's arm gently and pulled him away from the scandalous scene, seeking a moment of privacy to talk.
"Hey Bakugo, what the hell just happened?"
Kirishima's voice held a mixture of concern and determination. He knew something eating away at his friend, and he wasn't about to let Bakugo push him away this time.
Bakugo initially resisted, his pride flaring. But Kirishima was persistent, understanding his friend's tendencies. He kept going, urging Bakugo to open up.
"I know something's been bothering you lately. You've been different, more nervous than usual,” Kirishima said, his voice soft but firm. "You can trust me, Bakugo. I'm your friend, right? Tell me."
Bakugo's defenses faltered under Kirishima's unwavering support. He sighed, shoulders slumping as he finally relented. "Fine, damn it," he complained. "I can't stand seeing Deku with someone else. It... it bothers me."
Kirishima's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly covered them, nodding in understanding. “So are you jealous?” he asked, smirking.
Bakugo's face flushed red, a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "Yeah, damn it! So what?! Are you picking a fight?!"
Kirishima couldn't help but laugh at the shock. “Okay, okay. Calm down"
"I never thought I would feel like this. But seeing Deku laughing with the others, being around them... makes me feel like trash. And I took it out on him, on everyone."
Kirishima listened intently, his empathy radiating from his expression. "Bakugo, it's okay to be jealous. It means you care. But taking it out on Midoriya and everyone else isn't fair. You have to face those feelings and talk to Midoriya about it.
Bakugo's eyes shifted, his fists unclenched. “I don't even know what I want, Kirishima. I'm a mess,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Kirishima placed a comforting hand on Bakugo's shoulder. "You must be honest with yourself and with Midoriya. He deserves to know how you feel, even if it's complicated. It's the only way you'll find a solution.
A mix of frustration, guilt, and relief washed over Bakugo's features. He finally met Kirishima's gaze, his eyes filled with a new determination.
~°~
The room was cloaked in darkness, the faint glow of the moon filtering through the gaps in the curtains. Izuku lay on his bed, the weight of recent events bearing down on him. The echoes of the festival still reverberated in his mind, each moment a painful reminder of his shattered hopes.
He replayed the confrontation with Bakugo over and over in his mind, dissecting every word, every action. Raw emotions swirled inside him, leaving him lost and overwhelmed. His heart ached, weighed down by the weight of unrequited feelings and the sting of rejection, plus guilt over the mess he'd caused.
Tears welled up in his eyes, falling silently down his face as he fought the suffocating sadness.
Thoughts of what could have been, of the possibilities that seemed to be within his grasp, haunted Izuku's mind. He wondered if he had misread the signs, if he had deluded himself into believing there was something more between him and Bakugo. Uncertainty ate at his soul, leaving him feeling vulnerable and exposed.
The silence in the room was deafening, amplifying the turmoil within Izuku. He felt a sense of isolation, as if he was trapped within the confines of his own emotions.
The soft knock on the door interrupted Izuku's contemplation, causing him to raise his head in surprise. He yelled, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Uraraka," said the sweet voice from the other side. “Deku-kun, we are all worried about you. Please let me in."
Izuku hesitated, his instinct telling him to keep his emotions hidden. But Uraraka's lingering concern reached deep within him, and he opened the door, allowing his friend to enter.
Uraraka walked in, her eyes filled with concern and empathy. She offered a kind smile, sensing Izuku's inner turmoil. She refused to let his feigned calm fool her.
"I'm sorry for ruining the festival. I promise it won't happen again.”
"It's true that you gave us quite a scare, maybe later you can apologize to everyone properly, even so, you're not like this." Uraraka said softly, her voice full of true care. “We saw how you left the festival and we know that something is bothering you.”
Izuku's defenses weakened at Uraraka's sincerity. He sighed, realizing that he couldn't keep his feelings bottled up any longer. With a mixture of vulnerability and relief, he began to open up.
"It's Kacchan," Izuku admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I… I… It bothers me… I want to be with him, I want to be able to talk normally with him but I can't. I don't know what to do. Then, Kirishima-kun…”
Uraraka's eyes widened, a flash of recognition crossing her face. She took a step closer to Izuku, her voice soft but resolute. “What's the matter with him?”
Izuku realized what he was about to say and covered his mouth. “Nothing! It’s nothing!” Izuku drowned out his voice in his hands.
"Deku-kun, we know that the way Bakugo and Kirishima-kun get along so well bothers you a bit." Uraraka smiled, and sighed. "You're too obvious."
“Too obvious?!” he yelled in shrill surprise. “I mean, I have nothing against Kirishima-kun and I'm happy that Kacchan has friends,” he muttered “I just want to be as cool as Kirishima-kun to be with someone like Kacchan.”
Uraraka opened her mouth and then closed it. This feeling that Izuku was expressing was all too familiar; she felt the same for Izuku, that admiration and that feeling of distance that she managed to silence. “I understand, I think I feel something similar.”
Confusion crossed Izuku's features as he processed Uraraka's confession. His mind reeled, trying to capture what she said.
Uraraka smiled, showing a vulnerable yet determined expression. “It's hard and it hurts, but keeping it in won't bring any resolution. You deserve to find clarity, as I did,” she said. “First, ask yourself if it is love or admiration.”
Izuku felt a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. "I... I... Uh..." he began to play with his fingers, "But what if Kacchan doesn't feel the same way?" Izuku asked, his voice laced with uncertainty.
Uraraka gently placed a hand on Izuku's shoulder, her eyes filled with compassion. "We won't know until you talk to him, Deku-kun. Repressing your feelings will not lead to any response. You deserve to find closure, and Bakugo has to give himself the chance to understand how you feel. Be honest, even if it's hard.”
Izuku took a deep breath, his heart heavy with a mix of emotions. Uraraka's vulnerability and understanding gave him the courage to face his own fears. He nodded, gratitude shining in his eyes.
"Thank you, Uraraka-san," Izuku said, his voice full of appreciation. “I appreciate your honesty and support. I'll try... I'll try to talk to Kacchan.”
~°~
The halls of the academy were silent and dimly lit, silence hanging in the air. It was in this silent atmosphere that Izuku and Bakugo came face to face as everyone went to sleep. The weight of their unresolved emotions is palpable between them. Izuku took a deep breath, his voice hesitant but determined.
“Can we talk?” Izuku's voice trembled slightly, a mix of hope and apprehension evident in his eyes.
Bakugo sneered, his pride still evident in his stance. “Talk? What is there to talk about, Deku? Do you think that a simple conversation can fix everything?”
Izuku's heart sank at Bakugo's dismissive response, but he refused to be pushed out. “Kacchan, please. We can't keep avoiding this. We need to address our feelings, confront the truth.”
Bakugo's frustration boiled over, his voice filling with exasperation. "That's your problem, Deku! Always so damn naive, thinking that everything can be solved with a sincere talk. Well, breaking news, life is not that simple!”
“Did we resolve something with the fight we had there?” Izuku didn't want to give up, but he was afraid that this discussion would escalate into something similar to what happened at the festival.
“And what do you want to solve with all this talk?”
Izuku pursed his lips. What could he say now?
"No, you're right. Life isn't that simple with you” Izuku muttered in frustration, looking to get out of the conversation he got himself into.
Bakugo took his arm. "Where do you think you're going? Are you running away like a coward again?”
“It's not that, Kacchan!” Izuku answered desperately ”It's just that I can't find a way for us to understand each other anymore. I want…”
To be at your side.
Izuku wanted to say that. He spoke it in his mind, in his heart, and his mouth yearned to say it.
But it was too much bravery that the One For All heir hero was not willing to have. So he faked a yawn and said, "I want to go to sleep. I'm very sleepy.”
"You bastard!" Bakugo yelled at him indignantly. Izuku had managed to get his attention but if Izuku didn't make the first move, Bakugo didn't know how he would make it.
“But I'm serious, when I'm tired I say a lot of nonsense, Kacchan” he laughed nervously “So let go of my arm and let me go to sleep, please?”
Bakugo tugged on his arm and looked into his eyes.
Izuku swallowed heavily. "Kacchan, let me go."
If Bakugo kept looking at him like that he would be doing something crazy.
The tension in the air grew. It was as if the weight of their unspoken desires, the tangled web of their connection, spilled out with each held breath from both.
"Did you cry?"
Izuku flushed red at Bakugo's sudden question. "N-No! Why would I do that?”
"Don't play the idiot, idiot. You cry so hard that it always shows in your ridiculous nerdy face.”
Bakugo was looking at him as if he were inspecting him. Izuku was no longer thinking about how embarrassing it was for him to know that he had been crying, but about how dangerous it was for his impulsive heart that Bakugo approached his face so nonchalantly.
"Kacchan... I didn't..." he tried to excuse himself but Bakugo kept getting closer, "Kacchan, please, let me go to sleep, Kacchan…”
"Now I'm the one who won't let you sleep?! You were the one who said we had to talk! And so far I haven't understood shit about…!”
Izuku couldn't stand it and drowned out Bakugo's screaming with the kiss that he was resisting. It didn't last long but Izuku took all he could taste in this opportune situation.
He already did. He dared.
Now he wanted to commit to memory the adorable Bakugo’s surprised face. He even made him let go of his arm.
But then, Izuku's pride stopped feeling like a victory. Bakugo moved away from Izuku.
Izuku's heart felt tight in his chest, he believed that he had finally screwed it over. Maybe Bakugo wasn’t only not interested in him but he wasn't interested in men either, maybe what little he had left of Bakugo was lost in that kiss.
He was so gross right now.
"K-Kacchan..."
“Don’t talk to me! Go away!”
Bakugo stopped looking at him, he looked agitated. Izuku had a choked voice but he did his best to get closer to Bakugo.
“Kacchan, I'm sorry. I’m so stupid!" He began to mumble nervously, "You don't have to feel obligated to anything! I should have gotten away from you like you wanted so much! But it's your fault because you keep taunting me and calling me out, you even just grabbed my arm to stop me and I thought you really cared that I was here! I warned you, Kacchan! I told you to let me go but you…!”
Amid Izuku's nervousness, Bakugo's voice faltered, his expression betraying a hint of vulnerability.
"Can you shut your damn mouth already?! I just don't want you near me, Deku! You drive me crazy! I want you to disappear!” he admitted, “And I can't deny it anymore. I... I feel something for you. And I can't stand it because I don't know what to do with it! So…! You wanted to talk?! Tell me what to do! What am I supposed to do now?!
Izuku's eyes widened, his heart lurching inside his chest. Confusion washed over him, his mind struggling to comprehend the sudden confession amid the chaos of his argument.
“What? Kacchan, I... I don't get it” Izuku stammered, his voice a mix of surprise and uncertainty.
Bakugo's pride flared again, the walls of him snapping back. “Forget it. It doesn't matter. It doesn't change anything,” he replied, his voice filled with a mix of defensiveness and doubt.
But Izuku couldn't just dismiss Bakugo's confession. The whirlwind of emotions inside him refused to calm down, his heart yearning for clarity in the midst of the confusion. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, wanting to close the gap between them.
"No, Kacchan. It does matter," Izuku said firmly, determination shining in his eyes. “I need to understand. I need to know what this all means.”
The halls were silent, silence hanging in the air as the weight of his unspoken desire lingered between them. His plot lines blurred, replaced by a tentative vulnerability.
Bakugo hesitated, his gaze locking on Izuku's. Slowly, he lowered his defenses, his pride giving way to a moment of unfiltered truth.
“I don't know. These feelings... are new to me. But what I do know is that not seeing your stupid face…it hurts.” he sighed “I can't stand seeing you with anyone else, but I can't stand the idea of losing you either.”
Confusion still clouded Izuku's mind, but the sincerity in Bakugo's words struck a chord within him. It was a tide of passion, frustration, and a vulnerability he had rarely seen in his rival. His heart faltered, caught between the lingering pain and the new hope.
In the midst of his confusion, Izuku knew one thing for sure: they couldn't go back to the way things were. They had reached a tipping point, a juncture where they had to confront their emotions head-on and discover the true depth of their connection.
"I-I don't get it, Kacchan, but you said that you wanted me to stay away from you."
"Well, that was…”
Bakugo looked up at Izuku only to realize that the boy was already deep in his own thoughts, swimming in his sea of theories and muttering nonstop.
“I thought I had misunderstood the signals, on the one hand you kept looking at me and I thought I was bothering you or that perhaps you wanted to tell me something. You constantly approached me during the festival almost as if you wanted to get my attention. On the other hand, when I approached you, you sounded sincere in asking me to stay away and you seemed genuinely happy with Kirishima-kun.”
Izuku spoke of his unrequited feelings for him, his confusion over Bakugo's actions and how he had misread so many signs along the way. The weight of it all hung heavy in the air, leaving him feeling vulnerable and exposed.
But before Izuku could finish his rambling, Bakugo silenced him with an unexpected and bold gesture. He leaned in, capturing Izuku's lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
Time seemed to stop as their lips melted again, their unspoken desires finally finding release. The fervor of the kiss said a lot, their lips moved in perfect harmony, not like before. They were conveying the depth of their emotions better than words.
Izuku's eyes widened in surprise, his heart pounding in his chest. His mind scrambled to catch up with the sudden turn of events, his confusion giving way to a surge of overwhelming sensation. In that moment, everything fell into place and the complicated puzzle of their relationship began to make sense.
Suddenly, he felt that he could hold Bakugo's feelings with his own hands; he felt that he was the only one who could understand Bakugo.
As his kiss dragged on, the tension between them began to dissipate, replaced by a new understanding. It was as if the kiss contained a thousand unspoken apologies, a million revelations, and a shared recognition of the love that had simmered beneath the surface for so long.
When they finally pulled apart, breathless and wide-eyed, a sense of clarity washed over Izuku. He looked into Bakugo's eyes, now filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. It was as if Bakugo's kiss had swept away all of Izuku's doubts and fears, leaving only the truth.
"Kacchan…" Izuku whispered, his voice filled with a newfound certainty. "I never imagined... I didn't know... that you felt the same way."
Bakugo's lips curved into a tender smile, his eyes reflecting the depth of his emotions. "Deku, I've been a jerk, okay? I pushed you away because I couldn't collect my thoughts.”
“Kacchan…” Izuku stared at him “Hit me”
"What the hell is wrong with you now?!"
"This is too good to be true! It has to be another one of those dreams that keep me sleeping in late!”
"I'll seriously beat you up if you keep saying such creepy things, you fucking idiot!"
"Then it's not a dream. Oh! What a relief~”
"Are you kidding or what?!"
Izuku was actually relieved. He was so happy that he couldn't just believe it and accept it, maybe he would go a long time without finishing believing it.
"No, Kacchan, I would never make fun of you." Izuku hugged Bakugo's chest now that he knew he could do it.
Bakugo still couldn't process this being affectionate, but it felt good to have Izuku hug him like this.
Izuku felt good in his arms, like he fit right in.
"And now what shall we do?"
"What the hell am I supposed to know? Do you want something else?”
Bakugo knew what Izuku was asking, but what happened tomorrow didn't matter to him. If Izuku wanted to shout it from the four winds, he might die of embarrassment, but he would feel proud to be the one Izuku presumes to be his boyfriend. Especially in front of the half-half.
“We could start by writing an apology to everyone for the mess we made.”
Out of nowhere Izuku pulled out a piece of paper and a pen.
Bakugo stared at him in disbelief and then released him. "Luck writing that, nerd. I'm going to bed.”
"W-Wait, Kacchan!"
"I'm not going to write that apology! The only person I cared about forgiving me already did!”
Izuku pursed his lip, showing concern. "Are you talking about Kirishima-kun?"
"I'm not talking about him, idiot. I'm talking about you!”
Joy returned to Izuku's face. "Oh! Kacchan!” He stuck to him again, not letting Bakugo escape.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Are you going to let me sleep?”
"Yeah, but first write the apology."
“Fuck off!”
"Kacchan!"
Izuku was nearly throwing the paper and pen in Bakugo's face as Bakugo tried to shake him off.
"Kacchan! If you don't apologize now… you'll have to do it in person.”
“Over my dead body!”
“Then…!”
"Leave me alone, Deku!"
Nothing had changed, the weight of Bakugo's confession hanging in the air, a testament to the transformative power of their shared kiss. The confusion and uncertainty that had haunted them both seemed to fade away, replaced by a new connection and an undeniable truth.
The party was at Momo’s house, a massive place with like ten bedrooms and an indoor pool. It was ridiculously ostentatious, even for them, but the size meant their whole class could show up and it wouldn’t be cramped.
“We grew up together, you know,” she said to Tokage Setsuna as the alpha handed her a wine cooler.
“I know,” she said, popping hers open. “Have you guys hung out lately?”
Saiko huffed. “We’ve been busy. Katsuki-kun will be starting at his parents' company after graduation and of course, I’ve already started designing for mine. We haven’t had time for mundane things, regardless of how much we’d enjoy them.”
“He’s been with Mido-babe a lot though,” Camie said, coming out of nowhere to snag Setsuna’s beer with a cheeky grin.
Saiko huffed. “Please. The Midoriya’s are barely in our social class. Their company has barely been in the black for like a decade.”
Camie exchanged a glance with Tokage but neither Tokage nor her omega said anything. A wave of… something crashed over Saiko and she did not like it. It felt like they knew something she didn’t. It felt like inferiority.
“What?” She demanded.
“I’m pretty sure Baku-dude has been courting Mido-babe since, like, sophomore year fam.”
“What?!” Saiko hadn’t meant to shout, but that couldn’t be right! She and Katsuki were going to be mates! There was no way he’d ever settle for that low born omega!
Midoriya had gotten into UA on a scholarship. Saiko would bet that his mother couldn’t even afford the tuition.
There was no way, absolutely not. Camie was wrong, Utsushimi family connections be damned. Saiko looked around, glad for the loud music playing from the other room. It was probably the only reason nobody else had come into the kitchen to investigate the noise.
Saiko turned to sneer at Camie.
“You should be careful what you say. Rumors start with careless mouths from careless people. There’s no way Katsuki is courting Midoriya.”
“Uh huh,” Camie said, disbelievingly. She leaned against a wall at the entryway to the kitchen, her gaze out toward the living room.
Whooping could be heard over the music so Saiko, curious despite herself, huffed and went to the kitchen entryway to look at whatever had gotten everyone so riled up.
Midoriya that absolute *harlot* was seated in Katsuki’s lap like he belonged there. And they were…
They were…
Before she’d even realized she was moving, Saiko had stomped out of the kitchen to stand in front of them, hands on her hips.
“What is this?”
Midoriya gave Katsuki a look that made Saiko bristle and the alpha- *her* alpha- sighed.
“I fucking hate it when you’re right nerd.”
~*~*~*~
I have a goal set for updates on BMAC, but there is an update for this one already, I’ll post it here tomorrow. 😁
Izuku was still on cloud nine days later. That was hands down, the best first date he’d ever gone on. He needed to make sure their next date was just as good. Izuku had dried the flowers and was in the process of pressing them flat, but he hadn’t decided what to do with them afterwards. He just wanted something to remember their first date.
Katsuki was amazing. At first glance he was brash and aggressive, but that was clearly just on the surface. The Katsuki that Izuku was getting to know was generous, funny and quietly kind. Best of all, he’d seemed interested in getting to know Izuku, which shouldn’t be surprising and yet…
Most guys he’d gone on dates with had just been interested in the omega. They wanted slick and submission, not Izuku. Part of him wondered if Katsuki was different because he was an enigma; whether because of his nature or because of how enigmas were treated.
Ultimately it didn’t really matter what made Katsuki different, he just was, and Izuku was glad for it.
“I’ll be back, Izuku,” Shouto said, startling Izuku out of his daydreaming. He turned on the couch to look at his roommate, who already had his keys in hand.
“Where are you going Shou?”
“Fuyumi’s. Father hired someone to give me cooking lessons.”
Izuku sat up straighter. “Oh! Is this your first lesson?”
Shouto nodded and slipped his shoes on.
“You’ll have to let me know how it goes.”
“Sure,” Shouto said with a tiny smile. “Will you be home later?”
“As far as I know, yeah.”
“Ok, I’ll tell you about it when I get back.”
As soon as the door closed, Izuku whipped his phone out.
>>omg my roommate is taking cooking lessons 😳
<< that’s good right?
>>it’s surprising!
>>& hopefully it’ll go well, yeah
>>it’s mostly surprising that his dad paid for the lessons and he’s still going
<<Haaah?? Why’s that more surprising? Why’s it surprising that your kitchen disaster roomie is taking lessons anyway?
Izuku giggled, almost able to hear Katsuki’s gruff voice with the question.
>>Shouto has a
>>let’s say a weird family dynamic
>>he won’t take anything his dad buys or do anything he pays for
>>and hes been adamant about learning on his own
<<That’s a shit way to learn.
>>right?!?!?!
Izuku bit his lip and twirled his thumbs as he contemplated how to best go about asking what he wanted to know.
He typed slowly, thinking hard about every word, and when he finished, he reread the message twice before sending it.
>>so, I have an idea for our next date
>>when are you free?
The reply took longer than the others had, and Izuku started to worry he’d been too bold. To distract himself, Izuku got up and started cleaning. He’d managed to clean the entire kitchen and vacuum the living room before his phone vibrated in his pocket.
He was grateful he was alone and nobody saw the way he literally dropped the vacuum cord to check his texts.
<<I have Tuesday and Wednesday off. If that doesn’t work let me know when is better. I’ll make time for you.
Izuku squeaked in flustered delight and covered his burning face with his hands. He did a little dance on his toes before shaking his hands and bending to pick up the vacuum cord.
~*~
Katsuki was glad Izuku wanted to see him again so soon, and he couldn’t get the smile off of his face. He did hope that his scheduled days off would work, because if he used his PTO he was pretty sure his coworkers would actually faint. He could hear the idiots talking on the other side of the kitchen and did his best to ignore them.
“He’s doing it again,” Eijirou muttered.
“I know, I see him,” Yo replied.
“Fam, that’s actually terrifying,” Camie said.
“Do you think he was swapped with a pod person?” Yo asked.
“Maybe a changeling,” Eijirou suggested.
Katsuki had thought right when he’d thought he’d scare the shit out of them the next time he worked. He never smiled this much, but the little omega he’d taken out was just so goddamn cute. Even the morons he had to deal with on a daily basis couldn’t take him out of his happy place.
They were all in the kitchen now as Katsuki piled fruit and ice into the blender.
“Poke him with something made of iron,” Camie said. “If it burns, we’ll know he got swapped.”
“Poke me at all and you die,” Katsuki said absently as his phone vibrated. He pulled it out to see that Izuku had responded to his (admittedly sappy) text with a ton of flustered emojis. He smiled and heard Eijirou whine.
<<I think Wed is good
<<Want me to meet you at the firestation?
Yeah, absolutely fucking not. The excited, well meaning idiots would bombard the poor nerd with questions and probably freak him out.
>>Nah, I’ll come to you. What time?
<<I’ll let you know.
Katuski put his phone away and poured his smoothie into a protein shaker bottle. As he turned to leave the kitchen, Eijirou blocked his way, shoulders almost hitched up to his ears, wringing his hands.
“I know you’re ignoring us on purpose but you’re good, right?”
Katsuki sighed, unwilling affection for his merry band of morons swelling in his chest.
“Yeah, Shitty Hair, I’m good. Something’s just going really fucking well and I don’t wanna jinx it by talking about it too early.”
Eijirou’s shoulders relax a bit and he steps aside with a nod.
“Do you think he’s getting laid?” Yo asked loudly, sounding scandalized.
Eijirou and Camie both hushed him and Katsuki couldn’t help but snort as he pulled his phone out again.
>>What should I wear?
<<It’s business casual
<<so slacks and a button up?
Katsuki almost choked on his smoothie. Where was the nerd taking him?He hadn’t worn slacks in years.
Did he even still have a pair that fit?
He really hoped he wouldn’t have to call the damn hag to get fitted for new slacks.
