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“Are you fucking serious?!” Bakugou groaned, running a hand through his wet hair. It was pouring down rain, and he was for sure going to be late for his classes. He stood at his bus stop, knowing that rain made the schedule slow tremendously.
While he was already pissed about being stuck here, he was stuck with Deku. His childhood best friend turned enemy turned rival. The boy was sitting on a nearby bench, pushing his bright green hair out of his eyes since the hair had sunk low with water weight.
Bakugou tapped his foot anxiously, pacing back and forth. He had a test today damnit. 1st fucking period. He was so fucked.
Suddenly, a hand lands on his arm gently. “Kacchan.” Deku was now standing in front of him, green eyes wide with concern. “I haven't seen you like this in years. What's wrong?”
Bakugou shrugged him away aggressively. “Fuck off.” He bit back, moving out of the rain and sitting underneath a large tree. The area under the tree was dry, shielded by the many leaves.
Bakugou sighed, putting his face in his hands as he sat, leaning back against the tree trunk. He shut his eyes, but they snapped open as soon as he heard a shift next to him. He turned his gaze to the left, his hands still propping up his forehead. He rolled his eyes, seeing Deku sitting next to him, anxiousness written all over him. No one would’ve noticed, but knowing each other for as long as they had gave them an ability to notice each other's emotions better.
Deku’s shoulders were tense, and he quietly watched Bakugou, gazing flicking to him occasionally as he watched the rain pound against the pavement.
“Nerd.” Was the only thing Bakugou said, making Deku look over to him.
“Hmm?”
“The fuck is the matter with you?” He questioned, moving his hands down and interlacing them, forearms propped atop his curled knees.
“Nothing. You’re anxious so I’m anxious.”
Bakugou scoffed. “Copying everything I do? First it was my hero moves and now this.”
As kids, they used to play pretend often, imaginations wild with creativity and possibilities. They would often play heroes, each having their own personas and customized moves. Lots of Deku’s moves were close to Bakugou, which had made 5 year old him pissed.
Deku laughed softly, shoulders slumping down as he untensed. “Still hanging onto that? I told you; it was not from you.”
“Tch. Doubt it. No way you’re capable of being able to make those moves up. You’re too fuckin’ dumb.” He leaned his head back, lulling it against the harsh tree bark.
“Say that to the fact I’m ranked number five in the school.”
“Guess who’s four?” Bakugou grinned. He hadn’t had a real conversation with Deku in so long, but this playful banter made his blood run warmer. Sure, they’d talked occasionally enough that Bakugou maybe, just maybe, had a huge crush on him but those had been mostly in group settings or relating to schoolwork.
Deku rolled his eyes. “I’m still not stupid. I wouldn’t be-”
“The president of the honors academic program.” Bakugou lifted his voice higher mockingly. “Yes, yes, it’s not like you’ve ever mentioned it.” Deku mentioned his title at least 20 times a week.
Deku raised his eyebrows, smirking. “You know my position?”
“Of course.” Bakugou scoffed, trying to play cool but his words came out quieter, almost a mutter. He knew every class Deku took, every club he was in, which friends he hung out with at school. He had a bad habit of stalking someone’s life that seemed to only come out when it was Deku.
Deku grinned, eyes locked on Bakugou and twinkling as Bakugou looked down into his lap, feeling the rising heat on his face. Fucking hell, could he not blush at the moment?
There was a lull in the conversation, both boys sitting there, unsure of what to say. Deku glanced away, watching the rainfall against the pavement with boredom. Bakugou rubbed at his cheeks, trying to blush away as he looked up. However, his plan failed, since he started blushing again as he saw Deku. Why did he have to be so pretty? He was acting like a pathetic elementary kid with his first crush for fucks sake.
Suddenly, Deku turned back, meeting the eyes staring at him, making Bakugou internally panic. Deku’s face broke into a soft smile, the freckles dusting his cheeks seeming lighter than normal.
“You know, it’s considered rude to stare.” Deku quipped, gaze pointed at Bakugou's red eyes.
“Shut up.” Bakugou mumbled, looking down to his feet. “Sorry you’re pretty.” He mumbled to himself sarcastically.
Deku froze next to him, and Bakugou internally freaked, wondering if Deku heard him before the other boy spoke. “Would you now like to tell me why you were Mr. Pace-y earlier?”
Bakugou rolled his eyes, kicking at one of the tree roots. “Have a stupid fucking test today that I missing because this shitty rain.” He glanced at the time on his watch, seeing it was halfway through first period by now.
Deku nodded. “Ms. Havenoth? No retakes?”
“Yes. Like, bitch, I don’t control the weather, fuck off.”
Deku chuckled, eyes crinkling in the corners. “I’m sure that if you go to the dean, they’ll force her to. Technically, it’s the school’s fault we’re not at school on time.”
Bakugou nodded, tugging on the ends of his hair, which had flopped over his face and hung limply because of the rain water.
There was suddenly a camera snap and Bakugou whipped his gaze toward Deku. “Delete that right now!”
“Never!” The green haired boy laughed, clutching his phone close to his chest.
Bakugou growled, leaping forward to snatch the phone away. His hand lays atop Deku’s as he clutches the device.
“Give it, nerd.”
Deku’s grip tightens. “How about…. No.”
Bakugou tugs on the phone, but it doesn’t budge. Since when has Deku had that much muscle on him?
“I’m not letting that horrid picture of me stay in your possession. Give. Me. The. Phone.” He talks through gritted teeth, Deku’s hand warm beneath his.
“I. Said. No.” Deku replies, mocking how he said his sentence.
“You little bitch!” Bakugou launches himself forward unconsciously, body towering over Deku’s as he wrestles for the phone.
Deku laughs. “Try me! I’m not a weak little kid anymore, I bet it’s going to take you some actual effort to get this.”
“Shut your damn mouth.” Bakugou says, a blush creeping up his neck as he feels Deku’s hard muscles against his own.
“Make me.” Deku smirks, and Bakugou feels his stomach drop. Deku can’t be flirting with him, right? Bakugou doesn’t want to risk anything, since this is the first time they’ve gotten along in a while. He goes with the safe option and covers Deku’s mouth with a hand.
“There. Now give.” He pulls hard on Deku’s hand, trying to pry his fingers off of the device.
A mirthful laugh erupts from Deku. Somehow, through their small wrestle Deku ended up back pressed on the floor and Bakugou basically straddling his lap. It sort of reminded him or how they were when they were kids, excitedly play fighting as hero and villain, except now Bakugou had to fight not to pop a boner. God dammit.
Deku’s hand loosens slightly, giving him a chance to grab the other boy’s phone. Bakugou quickly deletes the photo, grinning. “I win.”
Deku laughs again. “Not everything’s a competition Kacchan."
“Says who? I’m not trust anything that comes out of your disgusting mouth.”
Deku fakes being hurt, placing a hand on his chest and propping himself up on his elbows. “It’s not disgusting. It’s beautiful.”
Bakugou rolls his eyes, but finds himself nodding softly. He feels the blush creep up on his cheeks as Deku stares at him. They fall silent for a moment, and Bakugou watches a pink flush work its way up Deku’s neck and the tips of his ears.
“You know, you always win at everything, I shouldn’t be surprised.” Deku says, voice softer than before.
Bakugou grins. “You’re damn right I do.”
“You’re just amazing at everything.” Deku mutters, his blush now more prominent as he tilts his gaze to the side.
Bakugou damn near chokes on his own tongue as he hears that. “D-don’t act like you aren’t either.” He curses himself for stuttering, and his face flames as he hears the way his voice is surprisingly gentle.
Deku looks back at him, eyebrows raised. “I am?”
Bakugou takes a deep breath and nods nervously. “You’re fifth in the school, nerd. You run the honors club for fucks sake. I’ve never seen you score below 95% on anything. Of course you are.”
Deku grins, the atmosphere around them peacefully content. One of his hands land on Bakugou’s arms, tracing small circles into it. “Well… as much as I love this position, the bus is at the stoplight.”
Bakugou feels a small shiver work through him as Deku's nails scratch slightly against his muscles. He looks down the street where the bus was stopped at the light, waiting for its chance to come forward and pick them up.
“Fuck.” He curses, begrudgingly getting up. He runs a hand through his hair, desperately trying to tame the soaking mess.
He hears Deku laugh, and looks up, hoping to see the dimpled smile he gets when he laughs. However, he’s instead met with something better. Deku’s right in front of him, grinning, and before he knows it a hand pulls his chin forward.
His and Deku’s lips meet, and Bakugou’s eyes flutter closed instinctually. His hand moves up to Deku’s neck, palm resting against his collarbone as his fingers splay on his cheek.
Deku’s hand moves through his wet hair as he pulls away. “You’re adorable.”
Bakugou pushes at his chest, but it’s clearly not meaning anything. “Shut the fuck up. I’m not.”
Deku laughs again, leaning forward to peck his cheek before walking away to where the bus pulled up at the curb.
Bakugou blushes furiously, “You little shit.” He grumbles, quickly catching up with him and yanking Deku back by his shirt uniform. “I know you still have my number. I expect a call tonight.”
The green haired boy grins. “Of course Kacchan.”
They two sit down next to each other, and Deku offers Bakugou one of his earbuds. They quietly listen to music together, and if their hands intertwine between them, neither of the boys makes any objection to it.