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Bakugou and Midoriya were in the dorms, doing homework on the couch, Midoriya's head was resting on Bakugou's shoulder, it wasn't that strange for them once they fixed their friendship.
Honestly, they weren't that touchy with each other at the start, but as they worked on their friendship, their bodies gravitated to each other. And that was really surreal to the rest of the class.
For example, one time Shoji entered the room when Bakugou was casually checking his phone, while resting his head in Midoriya's lap. Or other time when Tokoyami found Midoriya curled up next to Bakugou, apparently resting after breaking his hand bones (And the hand part was the most normal of it), while Bakugou caressed his back.
Yep, their classmates weren't used to see the guys that went for each other's throats on first year casually hugging or sleeping on top of each other.
It was almost like a fever dream to see Midoriya resting his head in Bakugou's back on the morning, while Bakugou made coffee for the two of them.
And lately, Midoriya was thinking of something, and he couldn't get it out of his head. It confused him too much, and he couldn't understand why. Why did he want to take Bakugou's hand so desperately?..
"Kacchan, are you done with homework?" Midoriya asked, locking his phone to see whatever Bakugou was doing. Once Midoriya confirmed that he was done with the homework, he suggested to go out for a walk, to which Bakugou accepted.
As they walked in the garden of the dorms, Midoriya was mumbling about something that Bakugou couldn't hear very well, so he turned up the volume of his hearing aids.
"What the hell are you mumbling about Deku?" The blond asked, stopping Midoriya and waiting for an answer.
"Nothing important Kacchan, just some her-" Bakugou covered his mouth, for once in his life, he didn't want to hear him talk about hero's while walking.
"Stop, isn't there anything you want to talk about, that doesn't involve heroes?"
There was a few moments of silence, and suddenly, Midoriya was a blushing mess. Now that catched Bakugou's attention, sure, Midoriya blushed easily but there was always a reason for that.
"I was wondering, how it will feel to hold your hand.. uhm, i know you tend to sweat too much, so I don't know if it will be comfortable for you.. I mean, when we were four years old we used to do it a lot, and umh, it felt nice, but I don't know if you want to do it now, in part because of your quirk and I don't think you want to swea-" there he was again, mumbling and thinking for him, Bakugou kind of hated when Midoriya assumed things.
"If you want to take my hand just do it, stop thinking for me Deku"
"W-wha? You're serious Kacchan?!"
"If I sweat that much I'll tell you about it"
Midoriya's face was now a bright red, and Bakugou couldn't help but snort, it was hilarious to see Midoriya in that state. As they returned to the dorms, Bakugou was holding Midoriya's hand like it was something of every other day, and Midoriya looked as red as Kirishima's hair.
And their classmates couldn't believe it, some of them even pinched their skin to see if it was a dream.
But, it wasn't.
And, they seemed to be far too comfortable with holding hands, because they didn't let go of each other until they had to go to their respective rooms.