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It would be hard to explain just what has been pissing off Bakugou lately. The source is easy enough to pinpoint: Deku, as usual. Fucking Deku. But wait, dammit, not in that sense!
Okay, maybe that actually was the reason for his terrible mood lately. Before, he had been too fixated on his own plans for the future to really pay attention to his middle school classmates practically salivating over girls, or sex, or whatever. He hadn’t even really expected to see any of them again once he’d been admitted into Yuuei.
So of course the one to get admitted with him was the only one he had really noticed, although at the time it was only because Deku was the most worthless, in contrast to Bakugou who was the most worthy.
Now he is surrounded by people worth actually paying attention to, people who are going to become top pro heroes like him, and obviously he isn’t going to lose to them, but it's also clear by now that he can't just ignore them. Still, the person he notices the most is still the biggest fucking dumbass to ever walk this or any planet.
Not only that, but after the battle training shook his absolute confidence in his superiority, after Deku fucking won… Seriously, what the fuck? But now when he looks at that no-longer-quirkless fuckmunch, he doesn’t see the failure or the stepping stone that he used to.
Even when Deku becomes a trembling ball of nerves, it doesn’t annoy him like it used to.
It might be…
A little…
Cute?
“GRRAAAAAARGGGHHHHHHHH!!!” Bakugou immediately leaps at the nearest wall available to slam his head against it.
Heads turn to look at him. Shit. He’d forgotten that he was still in school. One of the hallways of the school just after class let out, but still the school nonetheless, and while he was hardly known for his heroic behavior he wasn’t about to be known for idiotic behavior instead.
After a deep breath, he marches down the hallway like he owns it, fuck anyone who disagrees, and almost makes it out of the building.
“Kacchan, wait a moment!” A hand lightly grasps at his back, causing Bakugou to stiffen, but only he himself, not his no no no stop thinking about it this is so degrading and also not helpful. He grits his teeth before turning around.
“What,” he tries to grind out as menacingly as possible while not quite looking directly at Deku’s panting face. It seems like he made a mad dash to catch Bakugou before he could leave, but Bakugou is determined to squash any endearment that could possibly arise from that and instead cultivate his irritation.
“Er, well, Kacchan, you see, uh,” the kid stumbles over his words for a moment, causing Bakugou to feel more annoyed. Good, that made it easier for him to snap at him.
“Well? Are you going to keep wasting my time?” Bakugou has so many reasons to want Deku to leave, from his mild irritation to how weirdly okay he actually is with Deku being here now, which is absolutely not okay.
It is also not okay how he feels less than satisfied and even a little guilty when Deku wilts just a bit under his glare. Even though Deku isn’t wilting nearly as much as he did when they were kids, Bakugou feels worse about it than he used to, and that is definitely a problem, so he tries glaring harder.
“It’s just, you’ve been in a bad mood recently, right?” The little shit doesn’t even notice Bakugou’s renewed glaring.
“Hah?” Bakugou’s face twists in confusion. What the hell does that have to do with anything?
“And I was worrying that, maybe, I guess, it might have something to do with me, or maybe even it’s my fault,” and suddenly Bakugou wasn’t hearing Deku talk anymore over the panic pounding in his ears, does he know? How does he know, what the fuck is happening anyways how would Deku know what’s wrong with him when he doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, and it’s hard to keep cool and collected when one’s superpower is blowing things up, kind of like his brain is blowing up right now, so he doesn’t hear Deku continuing.
“Because I get on your nerves all the time, right? Especially since I ruined your plans, but don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to apologize for getting into Yuuei, but I do feel bad for riling you up, Kacchan, and some other kids in the class suggested that maybe if you beat me up a bit it would help? Since we can get healed and I know you’re smart enough to restrain yourself, so I guess, uh, what I’m saying is something like, you can use my body to unwind a bit, as long as you don’t kill me?” Deku’s voice slowly degraded into mumbling as he continued on, more than a little confused and worried about Bakugou’s blank, frozen stare.
Bakugou, meanwhile, attempts to piece his composure back together bit by bit, eventually hearing Deku’s words again just as he says “use my body.”
“Y, you…” Bakugou bites back the flood of questions and strange comments welling up and struggles to maintain what little composure he’d managed to retrieve.
“O-oh, I guess that’s a little weird to suggest, huh?” Deku laughs nervously, but apparently Bakugou’s half-assed attempt at a response was reassurance enough that he hadn’t died on the spot or anything. “But you’ve been leaving class without talking to anyone lately, so I was worried too. If pounding into me some would help, I can handle it!”
Maybe if Bakugou were more discerning and less distracted by his distraction with Deku, he’d realize just what a big sacrifice Deku was actually offering, considering that he was already breaking himself regularly thanks to his quirk and Recovery Girl had already pointed out what a strain her healing put on the recipient.
Unfortunately, Bakugou was never very discerning and very much distracted at the moment.
“P-pounding…” He hadn’t really considered that, but a few videos his middle school classmates had been watching in a corner of a room after class comes to mind, and nothing is helped by Deku punctuating his point by punching his fist into his hand. Bakugou isn’t sure if the sound is supposed to be different; he’d left the room quickly back in middle school and can’t recall the exact sound, but just the general idea of the sound of flesh ‘pounding’ on flesh right now…
Bakugou had never believed in any deity besides maybe himself before now, but he prays to whoever that Deku doesn’t see his face before he turns around and runs, accelerating his speed with his quirk to get away as quickly as possible because no, he absolutely is not thinking about it, not even in the slightest, he can’t be thinking about it. It’s Deku, for fuck’s sake, why would he ever think about… pounding… into… Deku…
“ARRRRRGGGGGH!!”