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Bakugou gripped the bathroom sink like it was personally responsible for his current emotional state. Fucking half-and-half bastard half-assing their fucking fight, he growled to himself through a mouthful of toothpaste. If he couldn't defeat completely defeat Shouto he could at least obliterate the bacteria infesting his mouth. No mercy.
"Die you bacteria fucks, dieeee!"
"Don't wake up at noon and start yelling!" His mum reprimanded him, she appreciated his enthusiasm for dental hygiene but sometimes her son needed to adjust his ‘all or nothing’ approach to anything.
Bakugou rinsed and spat, baring his teeth at the mirror and feeling his gums sting. He ran a tongue over them and tasted blood. His mouth had felt like shit after being transported home and chained to his bed until he calmed down. He never calmed down. So he'd been stuck, raging at his stupid medal that he didn't deserve. Fucking Deku making everything so confusing, tainting everything with his sincerity and concern for others and God he was so hungry.
Stomping into the kitchen, his eyes were suddenly accosted by bright cellophane and ribbons. Gift baskets of food crowded the dining table and kitchen counters. Gritting his aching teeth even harder, he burnt the card congratulating him on his victory and stuffed a muffin into his face. Grabbing the basket and a carton of milk from the fridge, he returned to his room.
Munching on another muffin, he sat on his bed and brushed the chains onto his floor. His medal glinted at him from his desk, mocking his 'victory,' and he yelled when his teeth sunk into a finger instead of muffin. Shit! He'd finished without noticing. Digging both hands into the basket he grabbed two and forced them into his mouth, chewing wildly. Pausing only wash bits of muffin down between mouthfuls, he ripped through the basket. Ignoring the pain in his stomach and mouth, he forced himself to keep going, pushing past his limits.
His fingers scrabbled at basket weave, and tears threatened to fall. All Might's words bounced around his brain like befuddled bees, and his stomach throbbed with pain. Pushing the basket onto the floor he fell back, groaning and clutching at his distended stomach as it protested the sudden influx of food he'd stuffed inside it. This was nothing, he told himself, he could eat more, he could go further.
As he struggled to sit up, and a particularly loud gurgle was all the warning he got before he belched and flopped back, moaning and rubbing his stomach.
"Fucking bullshit," he groused, and tried again, until the very bane of whole existence meekly peeked around the door frame. "Deku," he murmured in shock.
"Hi Kacchan, I w-wanted to see how you were, uh, doing," he stuttered, stepping into the room. "I brought you a cake," he looked at the floor, and held up a box.
Bakugou took a moment to comprehend that Deku of all people was in his room before thinking 'fuck it' and he lunging off the bed.
Unfortunately, his stomach had other ideas, and chose that moment to cramp. Bakugou fell to his knees, wheezing, and snapped at the shaking, calloused hands that fluttered around him like butterflies.
"U-um, kacchan..."
"Fuck off. Who let you -urp- in!?" He pushed himself to his feet and reached for that skinny bird neck with both hands, staggering forward with murder on his face.
"Your mum-!" Midoriya ducked to the side and Bakugou grunted as he crashed into his open door, slamming it shut. "Kacchan, please calm down!" He pleaded, backing up to the bed until something clinked at his feet and he looked down.
"I WOULD RATHER DIE!!" He roared and rounded on him, palms sparking. He wasn't hydrated enough to produce much sweat yet, but he was getting there.
"Kacchan, stop!" Midoriya shouted, meeting Bakugou’s eyes for the first time. There it was again. That spark of defiance.
He leapt again but something was wrong, that defiant look was back and he wasn't shaking, and then deku dived to the floor. Bakugou blinked in surprise as chains wrapped around his arm, pinning it to his side and he crashed to the ground, thoroughly tangled. His eyes widened in pain as his stomach made contact with the floor and he quickly flipped onto his side, panting heavily.
"Fuck you," he gasped.
Midoriya smiled, scratching a cheek nervously. "I'm glad you're okay. Mostly."
Bakugou’s stomach gurgled through the chains and he grimaced, "I'm fine. Where's that cake?" He waved his arm around and tried to sit up. "Untie me!"
"B-but-!"
"Deku." He growled.
Midoriya sighed and crawled over, loosening his restraints and pulling on an arm until Bakugou sat upright. His hands immediately went to his stomach, all the recent activity had bloated it further and he suppressed a burp.
"Did you eat too much?" Midoriya sat next to him, leaning against the bed frame.
"No," Bakugou growled. "I can eat more. Bring me that cake."
"Kacchan-!" Midoriya was suddenly cut off as Bakugou gripped his shirt collar, pulling him close.
"Caaaake," he grinned, mouth too wide and teeth bared, suddenly relaxing his abdominal muscles to burp right in his face before pushing him away.
Eyes watering and coughing slightly, Midoriya retrieved the box that he'd placed outside the door to protect it from their tussle.
"Should I get you a fork...? Oh."
Bakugou snatched it from his grasp and ripped the lid off then smacked his face right into the icing. Midoriya hesitated before resuming his seat and the two sat next to each other, the sounds of muffled chewing filling the silence.
Eventually he came up for air, having eaten through to the cardboard platter it rested on. He swallowed with difficulty, cake clogging his throat, and blearily peered through icing stuck to his lashes to look for the milk carton. Going by touch more than sight, he brought it to his lips and washed everything down. His relief was palpable as he hunched over the remains of the cake, finally free to breathe.
"K-kacchan?"
"What."
"I really think you should stop now..."
"Ffffuck off, Deku." It took a Herculean effort not to stutter. His stomach was now a constant source of pain, skin stretched taught over a huge lump of food.
Oh, he doubted he could finish? Well. Bakugou would show him. He lifted the platter out of the box, opened his mouth wide and tipped the cake forward. Impatient, he shovelled it into his mouth with one of his hands and barely stopped to chew.
Midorya made noises of protest as Bakugou forced himself to keep going, forced the cake down his throat and forced himself to swallow. When his hand scraped air he dropped the platter, trying to let it sink in that he'd finished. Almost. He chugged the rest of the milk as well and finished with a burp. All the air he'd swallowed roiled in his stomach and he hissed at own touch.
Something touched his face and he jerked back, sputtering vague insults and threats.
"It's only me! I brought you a damp towel."
"I don't. Need you. To help." His words felt clunky but he absolutely refused to stutter.
He scrubbed at his face and neck, revelling in the refreshing coolness that it left behind. The towel started burning as he was reminded of the humiliation he suffered and he threw it on the floor. Memories flooded and he grit his teeth.
"Um... Does it hurt?"
A tentative hand was resting on his stomach, rubbing gentle circles into the tight flesh. He gave a wordless exclamation at Midoriya’s boldness and his first instinct was to amputate the hand touching him but God damn it felt good. He arched forward, giving him more access, and sighed.
"Wait- No!" He jerked away, snarling.
With few options available, he twisted slightly and clawed his way up into his bed. It felt like he was climbing a mountain with his heavy stomach weighing him down, but he persevered and eventually collapsed on top of his bed sheets, breathing heavily. His stomach felt heavy, tight and hot. And so very full. He hated, nay, loathed, to admit it but the one iota of comfort he experienced had come from Deku; who was currently muttering something about leaving.
"-So I'm glad you enjoyed it and I hope you feel better and I'll just go-"
"No."
Midoriya stopped in the doorway and turned back, "no?"
"Get back. Here. Now." Bakugou hissed through clenched teeth. "Fix. This." He rolled onto his back and exposed his stomach to the air. Ordering Midoriya around felt much better than accepting his help, which was something they both knew he needed.
Midoriya swallowed nervously and crept forward, avoiding Bakugou’s gaze. He reached out a shaking hand and began to rub slow, concentric circles around his belly button. Bakugou relaxed into the bed, blinking slowly as Midoriya grew in confidence and began using his other hand. The sounds of digestion began to normalise and Bakugou’s consciousness flickered, his breathing slowed and he finally let go of his barbed thoughts long enough to fall asleep.
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Bakugou jerked awake, sitting up and wincing. His stomach was a bit smaller and softer now, no longer rock hard and aching. A soft snore sounded from his side and he blinked at the sight of Midoriya with his cheek pillowed on his arm, the other was hanging off the bed. Bakugou gently put a hand on his fluffy head and promptly pushed him off the bed.