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Bakugou stared at his phone, a million questions running through his mind. First, who the hell did Deku think he is? Second, why did he feel the need to tweet so passively aggressively to how ever many damn followers he had? AND, well he could go on with his questions but the most important thing to figure out what he had done wrong this time for his green-haired partner to be so...upset?  

So yes, last time they had seen each other they had both been a little drunk. Therefore, yes, he didn’t quite remember if had done anything wrong or not but based on this post he felt he had.  

However, it had been –he looks up at his clock on the wall and back down at his phone- 15 hours since he had last seen the other. This tweet showed a time mark of 1 hour. So then, it took 16 hours for Deku to be fed up with how upset he was with him before he posted this nonsense.  

AND EXCUSE HIM, he could shut his mouth if he wanted to. NOT THAT THAT WAS NECESSARY, but it was insulting to insinuate that Bakugou was nothing more than a loudmouthed heathen.  

With an angry pout on his face and a “Hmph.” of resignation, he closes the app and opens his messages, choosing one of his true friends that won’t passively aggressively talk about him online. Damnit.  

Bakugou ran his hand through his hair as he locked his phone back up. Well, Kirishima wouldn't like to him about anything much less this. And, yes, maybe the redhead would go and gossip about this to their other friends but, if that last message was anything to go by, Bakugou would say they were already gossiping.  

There was really only one way to get to the bottom of this, but he was really comfortable just sitting on the couch and resting before he had to get back to work the next day. Bakugou had been fine until he, absentmindedly, decided to scroll through social media.  

Has he ever mentioned how much he hates social media? Especially the one where you can only post short messages. As if that were enough to decipher what people meant.  

Damnit.  

The urge to check Deku’s page is too much for his wise self to snuff out. When he opens the page, however, he instantly regrets it.  

“ UGH, I CAN’T BELIEVE HIM  >( . AS MUCH AS I CARE ABOUT HIM, AND HE STILL TAKES ME FOR GRANTED????“  

Okay, that’s it.  

Bakugou immediately stands up and goes to change his clothes. He doesn’t care for passive aggressive and would usually ignore it, but this was different. This was DEKU who was uncharacteristically telling the whole world how irked he was at him.  

He grabs his keys and leaves the apartment, phone in a tight grip.  

~~~~~ 

Deku was lying down on his carpet in front of the couch where he had tried to take a nap after a sleepless night. However, he wasn’t given much of a chance for that. He is in the middle of yawning when a knock at the door startles him and he begins to cough on his own saliva.  

Great, he thinks, I will only get sleep if I die. 

“Is that right?” He sarcastically questions out loud as he stands up to answer the door.  

Standing there, in his angry pouting fashion, is Kacchan. He doesn’t look quite angry so Izuku is not concerned about a brewing argument, but he does look upset which makes him wonder if something had happened between them the other night.  

“Kaachan?” he questions the blonde as he steps aside to let the blonde in and closes the door, “I wasn’t expecting you to come by.”  

“Yeah, I bet you weren’t.” Bakugou huffs as he looks around. He notices a blanket and pillow on the couch and realizes how tired Deku looks.  

The yawn that follows the shorter man as he passes him to gather the bedding from the couch indicates that yes, he is exhausted. What had he been up to? 

“Oi, why are you so tired? NO SCRATCH THAT, what are you doing being so passive aggressive? And online no less?”  

Deku finally looks back to him and raises an eyebrow as if asking what the hell Bakugou is talking about and if that’s really the reason he came by. Deku looked calm until a thump was heard from the bedroom. Surprising the blonde who would have questioned it immediately had the other man not instantly complained.  

“Ugh,” Deku sighs and sits down on the couch after moving the bedding to the side, “what are you talking about Kacchan?” 

Bakugou forgets the thump and, to his credit, calmly takes out his phone to bring up the earlier posts and steps in front of the other to shove the screen as close as he can without hitting him on the nose. “I’m talking about this. If I did something to you while we were drunk, you need to tell me and not complain online! Especially not to insinuate that I’m nothing but a loudmouth when I am not.”  

While this was more direct than he had in mind, he couldn’t stand the annoyed look that crossed Deku’s face. A glimmer of confusion crossing his eyes as he leaned back and took the phone out of Bakugou’s hand so that he could read at a reasonable distance without having to be cross-eyed.  

As soon as the phone’s contents register in his mind, Deku laughs so hard he starts crying even as the blonde sputters. How dare he laugh at this situation? Bakugou came all this way to figure out what he had done and give Deku a piece of his mind about how to handle problems with another person because obviously he had forgotten how to between the drinking and now.  

“K-Kacchan, this isn’t about you!”  

“What do you mean it’s not about me?! It’s so obviously about me! Look here, “he takes back his phone and reads the tweets again, “where it says you....” he stops and begins to look mortified.  

“Where it says what, Kacchan? Oh! “He smiles knowingly, “Where it says how much I care about him?” 

There is silence between the two as Deku tries not to laugh and Bakugou looks at anything but at his phone and at the other man in the room. Suddenly, another thump is heard and Deku stands to go to his bedroom door.  

 
“It’s nice to know that you know I care about you” Izuku laughs, “but I was talking about the cat.” 

Bakugou stares as a Siamese cat walks out and, as soon as it sees Deku, starts meowing as if talking to the green-haired man. “I’ve been taking care of it for a few days now, but I guess he got lonely while I was gone last night and would not let me sleep at all.”  

That would explain a few things, yes, but all Bakugou could do was sigh and plop down on the couch to pretend the previous conversation had not happened.  

Later, in a not passive aggressive away, Bakugou posts a picture with the most fitting caption that would express everything anyone would need to know about it.