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“That will be it for now. You are all dismissed for now,” dismissed Aizawa as the last bell of the surprisingly quiet Friday rang.
“Ohh, finally!! Kirimari loudly announces with a deep stretch leaving him on the top of Mina’s desk, from which the artificially red-headed boy is pushed off with only a slight bit of annoyance. All of the class quickly leaves either to go to their dorms or somewhere on the compass, minus the group of five friends.
“What do you think we should do this weekend, Bakubro?” asks Denki as he slings his arm around the ash-blonde’s shoulders.
“Tch. Do what you want, it's not like I care. Plus I’m busy,” the grumpy teen replies.
“Awww, come on, Bakubabe! We haven’t hung out in weeks! There aren’t even any tests next week!” the pink-skinned girl brightly joins in.
The darker blonde’s arm is shoved off as Kasiki rudely says, “I have better things to do than to hang out with you shith-” Before he could finish, Mr. Aizawa walked back into the room. “Bakugou, go to the entrance. Your visitor is here.”
The four friends look at each other with puzzled looks trying to figure out who would visit Bakugou at the end of a Friday. The teacher however didn’t seem so patient as to let the teens stand there all day and pushed the group along with “I don’t have all day. Hurry up.” The most peculiar part was that the blonde teen did not force the others to leave him alone.
When the group arrived at the office, Aziwawa split off and left the teens to talk with whoever was at the end of the hallway. Kasuki is the first to enter the small waiting room, and immediately stops as he sees green hair, matching green eyes, and freckles.
“Who is this, Bakubro?” asks Kirishima as he moves closer to the small boy. Bakugou, just realizing that his friends walked with him, snaps out of his daze and walks over to the boy who stretches up to kiss his cheek. “Bakugou?” Krirshima questions again.
“Shut up, Shitty Hair,” the phrase is not filled with nearly the normal amount of venom to the group’s disbelief. Green eyes light up as the boy waves while cheerfully exclaiming, “Oh! You must be Kacchan’s friends!”
“Tch, they aren’t my friends, nerd,” Bakugou responds but seems lost in his thoughts.
“Don’t be silly, Kacchan!” the cheerful boy chuckles before turning to Kirishima, Mina, Denki, and Sero, “I’m Izuku Midoryia. It’s so good to finally meet you!”
“You know who we are?” Denki asks in a half-surprised, half-excited manner.
“Of course! Kacchan talks about you all the time! You are Denki Kamanari; the girl beside you is Mina Ashido; the boy with tape dispensers as elbows is Sero Hanta. And the redhead must be Ejiro Kirishima!”
“Eeeeeheh! Oh, aren't you adorable!” squeals Mina as she squishes Izuku’s cheeks between her hands. She quickly switches moods as she turns to Kasuki lecturing, “How could you keep such a cutie a secret from us!”
“Fuck off, pinky!” the blonde defensively retorts as he pulls the boy into his chest protectively.
“Mina’s right, bro. How could you not tell us about Midobro?”
Bakugou chooses to briskly walk out of the small room and back towards the dorms with the smaller boy dragging behind his hand in hand; Denki, Mina, Kirishima, and Sero jogging behind them.
When they enter their dorm common room, only five of their classmates are lounging or doing homework. The small group of three on the couches immediately look at them as they hear the door slam open by Bakugou, the voices of his friends behind them asking questions that the blonde would ignore. Curiously scowl of the spiky-haired blonde was not the first thing they were greeted with; instead, a small boy with green hair stood slightly in front of the explosive blonde that was leading him.
“Would you all SHUT UP!!” Bakugou yells as he turns back to face the self-proclaimed ‘Bakusquad’.
“Who is this?” Uruaraka excitedly asks as she moves right in front of Izuku’s face causing him to back up into Bakugou’s chest. The blonde’s arms wrap around the smaller’s waist to steady him but do not let go as he glares at the brunette.
“None of your business! Now BACK OFF, PINK CHEEKS!!” Bakugou snarls.
Momo and Tsui also come to meet the greenette, “Hello, ribbit, I’m Tsui Asui” “And I’m Momo Yaoyorozu! It’s nice to meet you!”
The mystery boy shily bowed to the three girls and replied, “It’s nice to meet you too. I’m Izuku Midoryia, but everyone back home calls me Deku.”
“Oh! That's so cool!” comments Urarka, practically jumping up and down as she moves closer to inspect Deku’s face. The closeness causes Izuku to light up bright red.
“Ok, that's enough! MOVE, EXTRAS!” Bakugou screams as he shoves said ‘extras’ aside. The couple successfully makes it to the blonde’s room after just a few minutes; also managing to ditch the Bakusquad. Izuku’s bag is lightly placed on the neat desk just inside the small room, and its owner is on top of the bed with a bounce.
Bakugou scoffs near silently as he sees the cute look that Deku makes as he looks up at him. “I can help, Kacchan!” protests Deku when he sees the blonde start to put his things into the proper places. “I don’t need your help, nerd,” ‘Kacchan’ responded. The younger remains quiet as his boyfriend unpacks the surprisingly large amount of clothing and other items that are in his bag; his eyes never leaving Bakugou’s form. The explosive teen is still tense from the surprise of his boyfriend’s unexpected appearance, but as he places items away and is left in silence with his lover, he begins to relax.
After he finishes putting the last shirt away Bakugou grumbles, “What are you doing here, Deku?” as he moves to sit behind Izuku.
“I missed you, Kacchan!”
“Yes, but you didn’t even text or call. And you never come here.”
“I-I-” the greenette stutters before Bakugou stops him with a swift kiss on his lips. A slight pout forms on the younger, but he leans further into his boyfriend.
Noticing that Izuku got distracted and forgot the answer Bakugou reasks the question, “Why are you here, Izu?”
It takes a few minutes before the boy comes up with an answer before he mumbles it out into the blonde’s neck, “The-There was an accident.” This instantly gets Bakugou's attention as he sits up from his relaxed position and adjusts the boy in his lap.
“What kind of accident?”
“A car accident…” Izuku continues quietly, leaning farther into Bakugous’s neck. Said blonde begins to look over the greenette to feel over his body. “Not-Not to me,” explained the boy, sensing Bakugou's worry.
“Then who, Izu? Who got into an accident?”
“M-Mom did!” Izuku whines as he begins to sob. Bakugou turns Deku around so that he now is straddling his legs, his face pushed further into Bakugu’s neck. “Sh-she was dr-driving back from grocery sh-shopping and got c-caught up in a-a villain attack! It’s all my fault!” the boy sobbed in a chaotic ramble.
“How are you at fault for that, Izu?”
“I decided to not go! I wanted to sleep in!”
“Baby, that’s not your fault.”
“Yes, it is!” Sensing that his stubborn boyfriend would not back down right then, Bakugou just holds him tighter and moves slightly warm hands up and down his back. The room is silent, except for Izuku’s sobs, for half an hour before sobs turn into sniffles.
The ash blonde carefully whispers, “It is not your fault, Izu. You did nothing that could have caused this or were in any way a part of it. It is not your fault.”
It takes another minute before Izuku moves his head to rest on Bakugou’s shoulder and mutters, “I suppose you’re right.”
Bakugou preens while boastfully retorting, “Of course I am. I’m amazing!”
The two cuddle for the rest of the night, and come Monday morning the two parted back to their normal routine, hours apart.