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“Bakugou! Hurry up!” Kirishima called. “We’re going to be late for the movie!”
“Who the fuck says I want to go anyway?” Bakugou grumbled to himself as walked down the hall after his friend. Why his friends had decided that it was a good idea to go to a movie almost right after school was beyond him. Weren’t they tired?
He was too busy being angry about it, he didn’t notice the green haired boy coming out of the kitchen in front of him until he nearly him over. “Ah, sorry, Kacchan!” Deku said, flashing that signature, embarrassed smile. He had long since gotten rid of the habit of flinching away whenever Bakugou got close, but there was still some hesitation in the way he started to step around the blond.
“OOH, BAKUGOU!” Mina called, followed by cheering from the others. Both of the boys looked at them, and then up when they saw where she was pointing.
“Is that--?” Deku started to say.
“Mistletoe!” Kirishima crowed.
Deku flushed bright red, putting his hands up defensively. “Ah, we don’t have to, Kacchan! I mean, I totally understand if you don’t want to.”
For some reason, Deku’s immediate assumption that Bakugou wouldn’t want to kiss him pissed him off more than actually having to kiss him. As the shorter boy started to make his way around Bakugou and down the hall away from the others, Bakugou grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back against his chest.
“Shut the fuck up, nerd,” he growled. Bakugou forced Deku to tilt his head up and to the side, kissing him before the other could begin to question what he was doing. It couldn’t be comfortable for the freckled teen, and quite frankly, it wasn’t comfortable Bakugou either, but it certainly felt good.
Bakugou’s hand slipped down from holding up Deku’s chin to rest lightly over his throat with just enough pressure for him to be aware that it was there. Their lips pressed firmly against each other, neither giving in as they moved together. Bakugou nipped at Deku’s lip a little harder than necessary before breaking the kiss, though his hand stayed where it was.
“Oh,” was all Deku could say at first, staring up at his childhood friend in wonder. “There’s a mistletoe infestation in my room. You should check it out.”
Bakugou breathed a quiet laugh, opening his mouth to answer before Kirishima once again interrupted. “Bakubro, we need to Bakugo!”
“For fuck’s sake,” Bakugou said instead.
Deku giggled. “You should go. I-I’ll wait for you?”
“You’ll wait for me.” Bakugou debated giving the nerd another kiss, but he could feel the other’s stares driving into his back. With a huff, he let the green haired boy go and turned away.
Midoriya Izuku watched the explosive blond walk away, swaying slightly without the support of the other. His face felt hotter than when Bakugou had tried to blow him up and his heart was certainly beating faster. He slowly turned away and started heading up to his room, thinking of Bakugou joining him there later…
He swallowed, the lingering feeling of Bakugou’s fingers pressing against his throat. That one kiss had revealed a lot more about the both of them than Deku had thought possible. Deku felt a wave of heat flow through him as his own fingers brushed over where Bakugou had touched him.
Yeah, he had discovered a lot about himself right then.