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-Homework-
There were few things worse, in Katsuki Bakugou’s opinion than being a coward. For knowing that there is something out there that you want but you are just too lazy to do anything about it. For knowing that there is something that you want to do but you are just too scared to do it.
Katsuki Bakugou wasn’t a fucking coward.
He wasn’t.
So why was he being such a fucking coward?
A hand came in front of his face, a scarred hand, and it snapped, in an effort to get the blonde’s attention.
“Kacchan?”
Bakugou jolted and his eyes bolted to the greenete also sitting on the soft bed. The sudden movement made Deku jump back a bit, not expecting such a quick reaction. What a fucking scaredy cat.
“What, nerd?”
Deku looked down at something, then brought his green orbs back up to Bakugou’s red ones. “I think you’re killing your pencil.”
Bakugou looked down at the writing utensil in his right hand, only to see it half-broken between his fist. “Dammit.”
He threw the pencil, half by half, over to the other side of the room, it landing in the trash can sitting beside Deku’s desk. Or at least it was supposed to.
Deku, the little shit, giggled as he dragged himself off of the comfortable bed to pick up the half that had missed the trash can.
Deku’s comfortable bed.
When they had been assigned as partners to work on the latest project, Bakugou hadn’t expected it to be done on Deku’s bed. Deku’s very comfortable bed.
As second years, Bakugou had been much more willing to work with Deku than he would’ve been only a year ago. He probably would’ve thrown a fit and burned the assignment to a crisp a year ago.
Now he was reluctant to be the nerd’s partner for an entirely different reason.
But Katsuki Bakugou wasn’t a fucking wimp.
Well, then suck it up and tell him. He had told himself time and time again. But there was no way in hell he was going to just ‘suck it up and tell him’. He wasn’t a coward or an idiot.
“Can I borrow another pencil?”
“Sure, just don’t snap this one in half. They’re---”
“I know where they are.” He opened the top drawer of the desk, the pencils being where they always have been. The nerd.
“Izuku?” There was a shout that came from downstairs.
“Yeah, mom?”
“Can you come down here for a minute?”
He gave a small groan but got up without another shout, his mother seemed to know that he was making his way to her. “I’ll be right back, Kacchan.”
He gave a grunt in response, still standing by the desk as Izuku scrambled out of the room.
Bakugou busied himself in Izuku’s absence by gazing around the other’s room.
It hadn’t changed much since the time when Bakugou would come over in their younger childhood. There were much fewer All Might posers up, the walls only owning two now, and the All Might comforter set had been replaced with a much quieter navy blue bedspread. The bed was larger too, as well as the desk. Though, the order of the desk clearly hadn’t been changed.
Younger Bakugou would’ve been shocked to see how little All Might merch was currently in the teen’s room. Though, it had been traded off with the ability to see the hero almost everyday. And the nerd having him on speed dial also wasn’t something that the younger Katsuki Bakugou would’ve expected.
“Sorry that took so long,” Deku said, opening the door. Bakugou wasn’t too sure how much time had passed since he had left the room, it didn’t feel like ‘long’ at all. But he wasn’t about to argue.
He closed the door behind him and walked into the room.
Deku gave him a strange look as he walked over to him. “Why are you just standing in the middle of--”
Then, mid-sentence, Deku did a very Deku thing, at least according to Bakugou. His socks slipped on the hardwood beneath him and sent him falling onto Bakugou.
Bakugou’s reflexes immediately kicked in, and he caught Izuku rather than letting him hit the floor. But then Bakugou also did a very Deku thing, at least according to Bakugou, and his socks also slipped, his once strong stance taken down by a pair of socks, and his legs fell in between the nerds, sending both of them tumbling.
“Well, I’m not standing anymore, damn nerd,” Bakugou hissed.
“Sorry, Kaachan.”
Bakugou looked up at Deku, who was slowly pushing himself up by the arms on either side of Bakugou’s face.
Do it. You won’t. No balls. No balls.
Deku’s hair fell over his face slightly more than it typically did, and Bakugou wanted nothing more than to run his hands through the soft curls. There was also the fact that he was currently fully over the blonde, their legs tangled together.
Bakugou started, mouth slightly open for a few moments, just completely lost in Izuku above him. Then, he got control again.
He cleared his throat to the point where it almost hurt, as if trying to force the thoughts out of his head out of pure growling (how he solved a good amount of his issues), before using every limp to push Deku off of him.
“I’m going home.”
“I’m sorry for falling on you.” (AN: more like falling for you. I’m a riot.)
“You already said that, Deku.”
“But the project...” Bakugou was packing up his things.
“We can work on it later. It’s not due till Thursday.” He swung his bag over his shoulder.
Deku was still lying on the floor, staring at Bakugou.
“Night, Izuku.”
Deku gaped as Bakugou walked out the door of his room.