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Eijirou didn’t know what happened to Bakugou. At one moment they were talking and in the next, he was being avoided. Didn’t really make sense, but since it was Bakugou, he figured he said something that upset him. Even if he didn’t know what it was.
So, when Bakugou joined him on the way to the class the next day with nothing more than a warning glare, he didn’t ask any questions. Judging by the way his friend looked distracted and fidgety the whole day, whatever had happened was still goin on.
Eijirou really wanted to ask what it was, to see if he could help but he knew that, if he tried, he might trigger Bakugou’s fight or flight instinct. Besides, if Bakugou was still near him, then probably he wasn’t mad at him.
Probably.
It was Thursday, and usually Bakugou would tutor him after classes, but he wasn’t sure if that was still happening after everything. Still, when he asked, Bakugou looked at him like he had grown a second head.
“‘Course I will, dipshit. There’s still a shit ton of stuff we need to get through your thick skull until the next exams.” he said, slinging his school bag on his shoulder. Eijirou beamed at that, sliding an arm on Bakugou’s shoulder and assuming the task of chattering until they got back to the dorms. He noticed the tip of Bakugou’s ears turning pink, but didn’t think much of it.
They parted ways to go shower and change their clothes and soon enough, they were at Eijirou’s room, books sprawled on the floor and on his bed. They were both sitting on the ground and he was going through a set of equations while Bakugou worked on an essay by his side.
“Is that right?” he asked at some point, shifting so Bakugou could see the part he was indicating. His knee ended up against Bakugou’s thigh, but he didn’t seem to mind, as he moved his head closer to the page of Eijirou’s notebook.
“You gotta do the dividing first, dumbass,” he said, pointing to the part where Eijirou messed up “And watch the signals too, you keep messing them up.”
Eijirou nodded and went back to work. Only a few moments later he realised he couldn’t hear the scribbling of Bakugou’s pencil against the paper and turned to face him, finding him already staring. He gulped and scratched his neck.
“You good, man?”
“Yeah, concentrate on your homework.”
Eijirou tried to, but it was hard when he could literally feel a red, sharp gaze piercing through his head. He licked his lips and shook his head lightly. Focus.
“Tch.”
He whipped his head to face Bakugou who had just thumped his own against Eijirou’s bed, a deep scowl on his face.
“What, did I do something wrong?” he asked, turning to examine his progress in his notebook, trying to identify any mistakes.
“You didn’t do shit, dumbass,” Bakugou retorted, making Eijirou’s attention get back to him. “I have a crush on you.”
Eijirou’s eyes widened. He gaped, staring at Bakugou, wondering if he heard wrong.
“Had for some time now,” and, sorry, what? “but you don’t need to do anything about it. Just had to say it or I would prolly go insane.”
That’s a bit too much, Eijirou thought, not sure if he caught it all. Bakugou Katsuki, his best friend, was in his room at six thirty-seven on a Thursday telling him that he had a crush on him and didn’t expect Eijirou to feel the same.
Again. Sorry, what?
“Y’know what, just forget I said anything.” Bakugou said after a beat of silence and grabbed his pencil to go back to his essay but, oh no way Eijirou is leaving it at that.
Maybe it was a bit of not knowing exactly what to say, or fear of his silence being misinterpreted, but before he could really process his actions, Eijirou was grabbing Bakugou’s face and pressing their lips together. He heard the sound of a pencil hitting the ground and pulled back, finding Bakugou staring at him with wide eyes.
“I kinda wanna do something about it,” Eijirou said, running his thumb across Bakugou’s cheek “if you don’t mind.”
“The fuck, why would I?” Bakugou said as he placed his hands on Eijirou’s neck and connected their lips again.
Eijirou didn’t concentrate much on homework after that.
[...]
“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but that’s not it.”
Shouto lifted his head from his book to stare at Uraraka, who was leaning on his table. The rest of the class was still waiting for Aizawa to arrive, so no one was really paying attention to them. Still, he tilted his head to the side and furrowed his eyebrows.
“Most of the things I do are ‘not it’, you gonna have to be more specific.”
“I mean,” she said, rolling her eyes “This whole you ignoring Deku thing. That’s not it.”
Ah , Shouto thought, that thing.
“I don’t know if I understand-”
“Todo, I know you’re not dumb, so quit pretending you are.” Uraraka said, apparently not having his shit. She had her ‘get shit done’ expression, and since Shouto would rather hug his dad instead of messing with get-shit-done-Uraraka, he just groaned.
“But I don’t know what to do,” he said, feeling a bit exasperated. “I literally have no idea.”
“You could start by answering his question, y’know. The one that made it all start.” she said with a knowing look. Shouto lifted one eyebrow.
“Doesn't he already know the answer given by how I acted?”
“Believe me, he does not,” now she was sounding a bit exasperated too. “Deku can be really smart when it’s about school or hero things, but when it comes to emotions, he’s just really awkward.”
Shouto snorted. Yeah, that both fitted Midoriya well and made his life a bit more difficult. But he had to do something, he couldn’t keep running away from his friend all the time 一 even if he really wanted to keep doing that.
“Okay, okay, I’ll talk to him later.”
“Later today,” Uraraka said, looking at him sharply.
“Later today,” Shouto agreed.
That seemed to make Uraraka happy, as she beamed at him and went to her own seat. Shouto could see by the corner of his eye Midoriya looking curious at her, but he decided he would worry about this later.
There were only five minutes left for the first period to start and the door opened, revealing Bakugou. Shouto thought it was weird, given how Bakugou was always one of the firsts to arrive, but then he realised why it happened.
Following him close was Kirishima, looking slightly embarrassed and red on the face. Now, looking closely, he could see a red, soon-to-be-purple, spot on Bakugou’s neck, strangely shaped like Kirishima’s teeth. He felt a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He just would have to bring this up later.
Bakugou noticed him staring and flipped him off. Shouto did the same just two seconds before Aizawa entered the room. He quickly withdrew his hand, hearing a snort from Bakugou. He waited until Aizawa had turned his back to raise one eyebrow and point to his own neck, which caused Bakugou to flip him off once more.
Yes, he definitely would have to bring this up later.
[...]
It was lunch time, and Shouto knew if he didn’t talk to Midoriya at this very moment he might as well explode in anxiety. So the moment Midnight said the class was dismissed, he walked straight to Midoriya’s desk.
“Can we talk?” he asked and watched as the other boy tensed in the middle of putting his notebook on his school bag. He finished putting his stuff away with a shaky nod and both of them went out of the room without waiting for the rest of their friend group.
Shouto didn’t exactly know where they were going, so he decided to keep moving until they couldn’t hear the noise of people talking anymore.
They ended up in an empty hallway, a bit close from the second years classes that were also empty. Shouto turned around to face the nervous, green haired boy staring at him and picking at his own nails.
“Wha-” Midoriya’s voice broke and he swallowed before starting again “What did you want to talk about, Todo?”
God, this was so awkward. Shouto felt like he would genuinely faint, and not in a positive way.
“I wanted to apologise first” he said, deciding to start with the easy part. “I’ve been ignoring you without even giving an explanation, so. Sorry”
Midoriya visibly relaxed, smiling at him and scratching the back of his head. Shit , Shouto thought, he’s really pretty.
“Ah, I thought you were acting weird. But don’t worry ‘bout that, it’s fine!” he said, outright beaming at Shouto now. God help his poor little heart to not give up on him until the end of this conversation.
“I was avoiding you,” he kept going, “Because of that thing Bakugou said.”
He watched as confusion setted on his friend’s face and then comprehension and then embarrassment. Yes, that was the feeling.
“I remember, yeah”
And then it got quiet. None of them really knew what to do from this point, so Shoto decided to pick it up where it had stopped last time.
“You can ask that other thing again,” he said “if you want to.”
Midoriya bit his bottom lip and tensed clenched his fists by his side. It almost looked like he was preparing himself for a sparring session and Shouto had to suppress a chuckle at that thought.
“What did Bakugou mean that day?” he asked resolutely, as if he was bracing himself for a punch or something. Shouto tensed up a bit too.
“I think he meant that I like you,” he said in one breath “and your smile is really pretty, so he’s not wrong in thinking it might give me a heart attack.”
Midoriya was really red right now, and sputtering too. Shouto was considering calling a teacher, as he didn’t want his friend to die from a stroke. Before he could suggest it though, Midoriya started talking coherently again.
“You mean,” he said, stammering a bit “you mean you actually like me? As, like, more than just a friend?”
It could be Shouto’s imagination, but he was almost sure Midoriya sounded hopeful. He nodded and then, for good measure: “Yes, I do.”
Once again, Midoriya seemed to have lost his speaking abilities, so Shouto thought he definitely messed up. He probably embarrassed himself and his friend, given by how red they both were. His heart sank a little.
“It’s fine if you don’t see me like that,” he said, trying to fix things “We could still remain friends if you like-”
“No!” Midoriya nearly shouted, making him feel even worse. Was it that bad that he didn’t even want Shouto’s friendship anymore? “I mean, I don’t want to remain your friend because I like you too, Todo.”
Now it was Shouto’s time to be speechless.
“You… You really mean it?” he managed to choke out somehow, taking a step closer.
“Y-yes! I’ve liked you for quite some time now. You always seemed so cool, and so smart and so confident. I thought it was just admiration or maybe I was looking up to you, but then I realised it had more to it and, only Uraraka knows how much time it took me to realise it, like, I really have to work on my emotional perception of things ‘cause-”
“Midoriya?” Shouto interrupted, with a small smile on his lips.
“Yes?”
“Just kiss me already.”
“R-right!” he stuttered, gently held Shouto’s face between his hands and pushed to the tip of his toes to press their lips together. Shouto really thought he was going to melt when he rested his hands on Midoriya’s waist and corresponded the kiss.
looked like they owned Uraraka a million packs of moshi.
[...]
They were on the bus back to UA when Shouto felt his head thumping against something hard. He didn’t pay much mind though, as he kept dozing off. The supplementary classes were such a pain in the ass.
He knew that, technically, needing them was entirely his fault, but it didn’t stop him from complaining every time he could. They were tiring, pushing all of them to their limits, breaking them over and over again, so they could grow stronger.
Plus, Inasa was always chatting in his ear, trying to be all buddy-buddy. Maybe if he stopped forcing conversation they could really be friends, but being the way he was, it was just annoying.
His would-be pillow groaned, and he realised he was probably drooling on Bakugou’s shoulder. Not wanting to have his head ripped off his neck, Shouto moved to quickly retreat, but he noticed Bakugou was also sleeping. He had his arms crossed and his head against the window, so Shouto just shrugged and leaned on his shoulder again. He would just have to make sure he woke up before Bakugou.
Obviously, being tired the way he was, it didn’t happen.
“Get off me, you twerp.” was the way Bakugou chose to wake him up, with a strong shove on his shoulder for emphasis. Shouto sighed and grabbed his backpack, getting up and waiting for Bakugou, who was still rubbing his eyes.
They hopped out of the bus and started the walk towards UA. It was already a bit late, the sky starting to get dark as the lamp posts lighted up slowly. As soon as they entered the dorms building he could hear the excited chatter of his classmates. He felt a small smile tugging at his lips and heard an irritated groan coming from Bakugou.
They entered the common room 一 which was full of people 一, and Shouto made a beeline for Midoriya, plopping by his side on the sofa and resting his head on his shoulder and closing his eyes. He felt a kiss on his temple and he opened his eyes again, coming to face his smiley boyfriend.
“Tired?” Midoriya asked, tugging a few strands of white hair behind his ear. Shouto simply nodded and nuzzled into Midoriya’s neck, earning a chuckle from him. He looked around to find a similar scene on the opposite side of the room.
Bakugou had one of Kirishima’s arms around his shoulder and was outright cuddling his side while dozing off. The tiredness made him back down his walls a bit, it seemed like. And apparently, he wasn’t the only one to notice.
“What did they give Blasty in those classes to get him this touchy?” Kaminari said as he walked into the room and plopped down by Sero’s side on the tiny table.
“He’ just tired, man,” Kirishima answered, clearly content with the situation.
“Yeah, but still, he doesn’t get this comfy when people are touching him.”
“‘S ‘cause he’s my boyfriend, you fuckin’ moron.” Bakugou slurred from his seat, making half of the room look at them in shock and the other half in awe. After two seconds of silence, it was like hell broke loose, and everyone was talking at the same time.
“WHAT?” Ashido’s shout surpassed everyone's voices, equal parts of amusement and betrayal mixing in her face. “Since when?!”
“Literally yesterday.” Kirishima answered again, rubbing circles on Bakugou's shoulder to try to make him not explode everyone, Shouto supposed.
“I thought Bakugou and Todoroki were having something, though” Kaminari said, a finger on his chin. To that, Shouto made a face and some involuntary gag noises. Suddenly the attention in the room shifted and all of them were looking at him.
“Sorry,” he said, adjusting himself by Midoriya’s side “I almost puked.”
He could hear some snorts aroun the room as Bakugou added: “Same, and what the fuck, Dunce Face?”
“Y’all were spending a lot of time together, man, I just assumed.”
“They always looked more like siblings to me though.” Yaomomo mused, looking at the ceiling as if going through all their interaction so far, She was probably really doing it.
“Siblings my ass.” Bakugou grumbled, which made Kirishima snort.
“Yeah, it really looked like, with all the chasing and annoying each other stuff.” Ashido agreed.
“If you stop to think, they really act like they were brothers,” Tsuyu said “They remind me of my own siblings.”
“What the fuck.”
“You can’t really deny it.” Midoriya said, almost teasingly. Almost.
“I can ‘cause it’s bullshit.” Bakugou retorted. Shouto smirked
“C’mon Bakugou,” he said. “Don’t be such a dick.”
Bakugou glared at him and in the next second they were racing through the room, tiredness forgotten and the whole class laughing. Even if he knew that he was going to be sore all over when they stopped, Shouto couldn’t help but think it was a really nice feeling.