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"Kacchan, what are you doing?"
Bakugou ignores him, continuing to weave his fingers through Midoriya's hair.
Note to self: Deku's hair is soft as hell.
"Kacchan?" Midoriya turns his head, making eye contact with Bakugou, eyebrow raised in confusion. The blond huffs, hand trailing back up to the younger man's green locks.
Midoriya sighs, a concerned look falling onto his face, "Are you sure you don't want me to take you home, Kacchan?"
He begins to get frustrated, "Yeah," he deadpans. Midoriya tilts his head a bit, inhaling sharply when he feels his hair getting yanked.
"Ow," the greenette pouts. Bakugou furrows his eyebrows, "Turn around," he commands.
"Why?"
"Just do it," he slurs.
Midoriya sighs again, giving up and facing his back toward the tiddly man, "Better?" He asks, a little irritated at his rival's behavior.
Bakugou simply grunts, trying to focus on taking a mass of Midoriya's fairly long hair into his hand. He grabs them, forgetting for a moment what he was doing. When he finally remembers, he groans.
"What is it?"
"Nuffin'. Shut up, Deku."
His hair isn't as long as he needed it to be, but he decides to try anyway. Pulling more peices of hair between his finger, he begins weaving them together, forming a small braid. It's only a couple seconds before Bakugou can no longer use the original bits of his companion's hair to braid.
Damnit, Midoriya's hair is too fucking short.
"Stupid, Deku," he mumbles, hiccuping quietly as he grabs another portion of Midoriya's hair, seperating it into 3 parts.
"Kacchan?"
"What do you want, Deku? You're so," he forgets the word for a minute, "loud. Stop talking," he scoffs, narrowing his eyes down at his current project.
"Do you want me to take you home?"
"No."
It takes another 20 minutes to fuck around with his partner's hair, brushing it back and forth, running his hands through the soft strands, taking a couple seconds to massage the man's scalp slightly. Midoriya enjoys it a bit, leaning into Bakugou's touch, letting himself relax and focus on the feeling of the blond's finger working through his hair.
The two men sit in complete silence, enjoying the closeness, the quiteness, the peacefulness, taking a moment to appreciate how they weren't bickering, or fighting, or yelling at each other. They realized they could've done this a long time ago.
"Kacchan?" Midoriya stupidly breaks the peace, the silence, the contentment.
"Hm?" Bakugou replies, frustrated and bored with his, previously interesting, task.
Midoriya purses his lips, "We should get you home. You need water and some sleep. Plus, it's getting late," he smiles, waiting for Bakugou to pull away.
The blond yawns, proving Deku's point further, "Whatever," he yawns again, hiccup interrupting it.
Midoriya stands up, pulling Bakugou up with him. He wraps the blond's arm around his neck, supporting the man's weight as he stumbles slightly while walking.
As the greenette drives to Bakugou's house, glancing, every now and then, toward the unconscious figure in his passenger seat, he swears to himself he'll never mention this to his friend again.