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When Bakugou had his 6th birthday, his mother invited Izuku to his small party. It was the first time since they discovered their quirks that Izuku was back at Bakugo's house. So, he was really excited about the party and the gift he made himself.
“These are coupons for free massage, free drink, free-”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it, Deku.” Small Bakugou rolled his eyes. He was pissed that the nerd was invited at all because he didn’t want others to think that he was hanging out with nerds.
But the gift turned out to be useful.
“Hey, Deku! I want this All Might card!”
“But Kacchan, I just got it,” they bought the playing cards, and only Deku got one with All Might. Bakugou got Kamui Woods, so he was mad about it.
“I don’t care. I have a coupon, remember?”
Deku sighed, giving him the card. And that’s how Bakugou used the coupons for his benefit until they entered the UA.
“Deku, I want my homework to be done!”
“Hey nerd, your lunch, now!”
“Stupid Deku, go buy me a new game!”
Until there were only three coupons left: Free Massage, Free Hug and Free… Kiss.
“The fuck am I supposed to do with these?” He growled, lying in his bed in the dorms. He was 17 now, and he used all of his normal coupons. He found the coupons when he was preparing to move to the dorms. Never had he thought that the coupon idea might work and he used them so many times he actually got used to them. But when these were the only ones left he forgot about them at all. Because these?
They were ridiculous.
At first, he wanted to throw them away but decided to leave if he needed them to humiliate Deku. But now since they were getting along, he didn’t want to use them to mock the nerd anymore.
“He won’t do this shit now, right?” Bakugou looked at his Free Massage coupon.
Well, he was super tired and stupid Deku did all the demands before, so… “Gotta check.”
Bakugou stood up, rubbing his aching neck muscles and went downstairs, where he found the nerd writing something in his notebook. He came closer and plopped down on the sofa next to him, crossing his arms.
“Deku, I want a massage!”
“Woah, Kacchan!” Deku jolted, facing the blonde. “Why don’t you go to the infirmary then?”
“Because it’s 10 p.m. and it’s closed!”
Deku looked at him in confusion.
“Hm, they usually don’t close that ear-”
“They do!” Bakugou interrupted him, frowning deeper. “And besides, I have a coupon for this, so do your job, duh!” He showed the small piece of paper where "Free Massage" was written in crooked childish handwriting.
Deku smiled softly.
“You still have them.”
“Of fucking course I have a bunch of them!” He lied. “So? Where’s my massage, nerd?”
“Wait for it, geez,” Deku stood up, walking around the sofa and standing behind Bakugou.
Deku started with small hits on the back of his neck to warm the skin up. Bakugou closed his eyes, concentrating on the feelings. Then he grabbed the neck and began to rub it, rubbing his fingers back and forth. After several minutes he started squeezing his shoulders.
Gosh, it was actually really good.
“Do you like it, Kacchan?”
“No, try harder, stupid Deku!” He snarled, not wanting this to stop. Deku was like a professional, gently hands carefully rubbing his neck and shoulders, squishing it and lightly punching sometimes. He wished he used the coupon earlier.
After 20 minutes, Deku stopped.
“All done! Do you feel better now, Kacchan?” Deku walked around the couch again and sat down next to Bakugou, looking at his face. His eyes widened. “Kacchan, are you okay?
Your face is red, didn’t you like it?”
Oh yes, he did. That’s the problem. A big, big problem.
“It was shitty, stupid Deku! I’m so disappointed I’m gonna sleep!” He rushed to his room, despite Deku calling out to him.
His was pounding like he'd run a marathon.
What the fuck was that? Why was he blushing? And he really liked this shit?
He will never use the coupons again.
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“Deku-kun!” Uraraka called for him, when he and Iida were going to the common room in their dorms. They embraced in greeting. Actually, everyone liked to hug Izuku because ‘he had the best hugs’. Deku felt happy when he could help his friends by hugging them. “How was your internship?”
“It was nice, thanks! Together with Mirio-senpai we managed to catch 18 villains!”
“Woah, that’s awesome!”
“Midoriya-kun, good job!” Iida smiled, giving him thumbs up.
“What about you, guys? Did you learn new moves?”
“It was fun!” Uraraka chirped. “I went to Fourth Kind’s agency this time. He was really rough, especially when we had sparrings, but I learned a new fighting style. And when we were on patrol, he said my reaction became faster!”
“Oh, cool! I heard you met the Best Jeanist’s team as well.”
“Yeah, if you’re asking about Bakugou-kun, he was there.” Uraraka slyly smiled, hitting him with an elbow. They knew Deku’s feelings towards his childhood friend, even though Izuku denied everything. It was as clear as the sky.
The way he looked at Kacchan, the way he smiled, when they were talking. It seems all the class A knew about it, except for Bakugou himself.
“No! It’s not what I was asking about!”
“I heard they had an accident?” Iida asked, sitting down at the table. They decided to do their homework together. Uraraka seemed a little bit upset.
“Yeah, they had.”
“What happened?” Izuku looked at his friends, worried.
“Nothing seriously bad, really. They were patrolling when a 7-year-old girl was reported missing. It turned out that she was abducted by a group of villains because her quirk was destructive if she screamed. But heroes found her after 2 days, albeit Bakugo-kun seems heartbroken.”
Deku nodded, processing the words Uraraka said. Lately, Kacchan really seemed upset. He didn't even react to Denki's joke, although normally he would have yelled at him and called him names. Or the way he came to the class not screaming and shouting about extras and weak opponents in sparring sessions…
He has a hunch about it. Deku has to fix this.
“GUYS, GUYS! BAKUGOU’S BAKING COOKIES!” Denki stormed to the room.
“Oh, that’s nice.” Uraraka clapped her hands, smiling.
“No, you don’t understand! He starts baking cookies when he’s REALLY upset. Cookies mean depression for him!”
“Oh,” her smile went down.
She stood up. “Well, I gotta talk to him.”
“Uraraka-san!” Deku stood as well. “May I? I guess I know why he’s upset that much.”
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Everything seemed stupid from the beginning.
First the internship with these stupid reports he had to write for Beat Jeanist. Then there's this stupid kidnapping incident as if the villains have gone mad, forcing the stupid kids to follow their stupid plans.
And then this stupid Todoroki telling him to go hug stupid Deku because his stupid hugs have a healing effect.
What the fuck is that even supposed to mean?
Stupid. This is all so stupid.
He took the cookie sheet out of the oven and set it to cool. Angrily.
“Kacchan?” Deku entered the kitchen. Speaking of the devil…
“What is it, Deku?” he asked, hating the way his voice rasped over his name.
“Kacchan, um… I heard about the incident, so… Are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I? We fucking won those D-listers.” He turned away, not wanting Deku to see his face. He probably looked pathetic right now.
“Kacchan, look at me.”
“Fuck off, Deku, I’m not in the mood for your shitty talks!” He didn’t flinch.
“Kacchan,” Deku took him by the shoulder, slowly turning him around. Bakugo's eyes were red, but there didn't seem to be any tears coming. “It’s okay to be scared, Kacchan.”
“I’m not fucking-”
“It doesn’t mean that you’re weak!” Deku shook his head, knowing the next reply of his friend. “Is it because of the kidnap?”
“Well, no shit!”
“I mean, your kidnap. Because of you being kidnapped by the League of Villains? You felt the same, right?”
Bakugou hated that Deku was right. He closed his eyes to avoid looking at the little boy. A little more and he really will drown in the pool of his thoughts.
“Kacchan, but you’re not there anymore. You’re with us,” Deku smiled, taking his hand and squeezing it to make Bakugou believe in his words. “And the girl is saved! You did an amazing job, Kacchan!”
Bakugou opened his eyes, though he didn’t look up.
“Deku,” he sighed.
“Oh! Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to make you uncom-”
“I have a coupon for a free hug, so carry out the task.” He was still looking down, sheepishly.
Deku’s eyes widened. He thought the hand touching made the blonde uncomfortable, but now he was asking for a hug! Even though it’s under the guise of the coupons!
Deku smiled, nodding. He then stepped closer, wrapping his arms around Kacchan’s waist and holding him tight. Bakugou closed his eyes again, laying his head on Deku’s shoulder. They stood like this for several minutes until Deku broke the silence.
“Do you feel better, Kacchan?”
“Shut up. This is the worst hug I’ve ever received. All of those extras were lying about you!” He growled, cuddling Deku as well.
Izuku chuckled, patting the blonde’s back. They felt good in each other's arms, so they stood there for another 10 minutes.
And maybe someone even took a photo of them. And maybe Bakugo didn't put the photo on the phone screen.
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Katsuki wanted more. He hated to admit it and he hated that he liked it, but he wanted more hugs from Deku.
And he had only one coupon for hugs, so he hated it.
But most of all, he hated that the damn nerd hugged everyone, especially he hugged Icyhot a lot, who seemed to like it, judging by the smirk he gave Bakugou.
That bastard!
And Deku? He seemed to enjoy hugging everyone except for Katsuki! Why was he doing it with all those extras but not him? Even now, hugging this Frog Girl.
“Dude, you know you can go and ask him?” Kirishima sighed after another growl from his friend.
“What the hell? I don’t need these shitty hugs!”
“Yeah, sure, that’s why you’re jealous of Tsu-chan right now,” Sero smirked.
“I’M. NOT. JEALOUS!” Katsuki shouted, small pops appearing from his palm.
“Bro! It’s okay to hug your bros! It’s manly!”
“Shut up, I won’t hug this loser!”
“Yeah? What about the time in the picture you put on your screen?”
“Shut the fuck up! It was a damn coupon!”
“So use another coupon, what’s the problem?”
“I can’t, Dunce Face!” He looked at Kaminari, who was playing with Ojiro’s tail again. “I don’t have another one!”
“Why wouldn’t you write it then?”
“I would’ve said you’re smart but it seems you have zero brain cells.” Bakugou rolled his eyes. “It's handwritten, so the handwriting is clearly not that of a 6-year-old child, dumbass.”
He just said a long "a-a-ah" before the teacher came in and they sat down.
“Psst, Kiri! We gotta fix this!” Kaminari whispered.
“Yeah, dude! I can’t stand looking at his sappy face anymore!”
“Tell me, he’s cute though. I wonder when they will finally stop playing around, confess and make out.” They started giggling.
“You two! Stop talking!”
“Sorry, Aizawa-sensei!”
“Sorry, sensei!”
They couldn't stop their sly grins.
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“Mido-bro! Hey!”
“Hi, Kirishima-kun, Kaminari-kun” Deku stopped in the middle of the corridor, facing his classmates.
“Midoriya, did you know? Bakugou’s so sad and upset right now!”
“Really? What happened?” He frowned.
“He, uh...” Eijiro glanced at Denki for help.
“His cat is missing!” Kirishima almost gave himself away when he slapped his face.
“Oh. Didn’t know he had one.”
“Yup! He found one when he moved to the dorms!”
“Uh-ah, he hated it”
“He liked it!”
“Yup!”
“And now it’s lost.”
“And he’s sad!”
“Super sad!”
Izuku looked at them, not knowing what to say and what they wanted from him.
“So you wanna go find it for him? Are you asking for help?”
“No, just go hug him.”
“What?” His eyes widened.
“Like you did last time when he was upset! He likes hugging!”
“Yeah, dude, go hug him!”
“This makes no sense...”
Kirishima and Kaminari exchanged glances.
“Man, just go hug him, okay?”
“Besides, you also like it, don’t you?” Kaminari slyly grinned, making Izuku blush.
“It-It’s not like this!” He shook his hands in front of their faces as if to banish their thoughts.
“Oh, come on, cutie, go hug your man!”
“HE’S NOT MINE!”
“... yet” Kirishima chuckled.
“Oh, this is so ridiculous! I’m leaving!”
Kirishima and Kaminari smiled, bumping their fists.
Deku ran away. How could they say such embarrassing things so easily? And why did they ask him and didn’t hug him themselves?
And why was he sad that Kacchan wasn’t his…
Yet.
“Okay, no time for bad thoughts, Izuku! Go help your friend!” He headed for the dorm and straight to the kitchen for water. But to his surprise, he found Bakugo cutting carrots.
“Kacchan!” He ran towards him and hugged from behind.
“WHAT THE HELL? DEKU, LET GO!”
“Why didn’t you tell me you needed a hug?”
“I SAID LET ME GO, I HAVE A KNIFE, IDIOT!”
But Deku didn’t listen to him, so Bakugou just sighed and continued cutting the vegetable.
“Why would I tell you I needed your shitty hugs?”
“But Kacchan, you’re clearly upset. You see, you even cook!” Deku squeezed him closer.
“Because I’m hungry? What the hell, Deku?”
“Aren’t you sad about your loss?”
“The fuck are you talking about?” He put down the knife and tried to roll over in his arms to face the other boy.
“About your cat, of course!”
Bakugou frowned, only to laugh out loud the next second. “Did Shitty Hair and Dunce Face tell you that?”
“Um, yes?” He didn’t understand why Bakugou was laughing, though his smile and sincere laugh got butterflies in his stomach. “Why?”
“Those assholes...” He smiled, making Deku blush harder. Gosh, Bakugou's handsome...
“I don’t have any cats. It’s from the game and the cat ran away there.”
Izuku gasped, jumping away from the blonde.
“Why would they say that?!” Deku covered his face with his hands. “Why would they want me to hug you?”
Bakugou choked on air. “I DON’T KNOW! I DON’T NEED YOUR HUGS!”
“Why are you holding me then?” He tilted his head. Only then did Bakugou notice that he was holding Deku by the uniform jacket. He jerked away from him abruptly, while Deku smiled.
“Kacchan, do you wanna hug?”
“Why the fuck would I?”
“You know, it’s just a hug. Friends always do that.”
“Piss off!” He turned away to hide his red face.”And I don’t have coupons for this shit.”
“You know, you don’t need any coupons to hug me?” He grabbed the edge of Bakugou’s T-shirt. “I always hug Todoroki, Iida or Ochako, and they don’t have coupons.”
“... I don’t?”
“Yes, Kacchan, you don’t need coupons for that.”
“Ok,” he sighed and turned to face Deku. “I wanna hug.”
“What?” Izuku's eyebrows rose in surprise.
“I wanna hug, shitty Deku! Don’t make me repeat myself!” He repeated though.
Izuku then giggled and hugged his friend, burying his face in the blond’s chest.
And probably that was his best and at the same time worst idea, because from this moment, Bakugou would find any suitable moment to hug Deku. Gosh, he was a cuddling monster! He would hug the smaller boy every morning and night, after bad days, after good days, as a goodbye and as a hello.
And Deku wasn’t complaining, no. He actually liked hugging Kacchan, because, well, he liked Bakugou. And it really made him happy.
He didn’t know Bakugou was that possessive, though. Every time Izuku hugged one of his friends, Bakugo was there and hugged the smaller boy for longer than he did. Their classmates even called it ‘Bakugou hour’ since they tended to hug for a long time.
Bakugo never imagined that he would enjoy these moments with Deku of all people. He didn’t like hugs either, but Deku made them magical somehow.
He wondered what it would feel like to be kissed by him…
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Bakugou was asked to go to the teachers’ room. No, he hadn’t done anything bad (yet), but Aizawa wanted to talk to him about his last mission.
“So, about this girl you saved,” Aizawa looked at the sheets of papers in his hands, not missing the way Bakugou’s shoulders tensed.
“Her name is Okuda Yuriko, she’s 6 years old and she has no family.”
Bakugo's frown deepened.
“They stole an orphan.” He was ready to burst out with anger.
“Yes,” Aizawa sighed. “The villain organization was stealing kids with unique quirks to make them villains and use them for their benefit. Though, with the help of Best Jeanist agency and other heroes, including you, we managed to catch them. They will be sent to prison.”
“As these mutherfuckers should!” He smirked, relaxing his posture. The teacher ignored the swear.
Looking at his student now, he continued: “But this is not the only thing I wanted to tell you.”
Bakugou crossed his arms, the smirk vanished.
“Seems that the child was severely traumatized by the event, and she has since inadvertently used her quirk.”
“Shit… Whatcha wanna me to do? Calm her down?”
“Well, actually yes. She’s here.” He pointed to the side, and only then did Bakugou notice that a little girl was sitting on one of the chairs, looking at the blond man with a frightened expression. Bakugou's eyebrows rose.
“She was refusing to tell anything and give testimony unless she talks to ‘the blasty boy’,” Aizawa repeated the nickname she gave to Bakugou. “So, I want you to spend some time with her, to calm her nerves and help her recover.”
“The hell? Am I a babysitter to you, sensei?”
“Geez, pipe down, kid!” Aizawa winced at his disciple's loud voice. “Don’t make it too dramatic. I’m only asking you to take her to the dorms and spend some time. I’m sure your friends will be more enthusiastic to help a child.”
Bakugou huffed. “Fine! For how long?”
“It depends on your cooperation,” Aizawa smiled.
Not wanting to continue arguing, Katsuki turned to the child.
“Oi, Potty Girl! Come on,” He waved his hand, turning back and leaving the room. The girl followed him, catching up with him and grabbing his arm. Bakugou looked down.
“Can I hold your hand?” Her hand in his huge scarred palm looked so small and fragile. He took her hand and held it more comfortably.
“You're already doing, dumb-” he balked an instant, nodding to himself. “...my. Dummy.”
The girl smiled weakly, following her saver, who took big steps, making her actually run after him. She didn’t look scared anymore. She looked tiny. Redhead, blue eyes, snub nose and freckles. She was wearing a red sundress over a yellow striped T-shirt, white socks, and oh-so-familiar red sneakers.
“What’s your name?” She asked, tugging his hand.
“Just call me Katsuki.”
“Okay, Kachuki,” Yuriko smiled, and Bakugo chuckled at the smile that was missing two of his front teeth. “Where are we going?”
“To the dorms.”
“The dorms?” She squeezed his hand, slowing down.
“Yeah, now move your legs, everyone will probably be delighted with you.”
“Everyone?” Looking at her, he sighed, sitting in front of the girl to be at the same level.
“Look, there, at the dorms, are people, who really irritate me. They are loud and they are brainless.” He took her other hand, swinging it slightly. “But they are good people. They are heroes like me, they are strong and brave, and will save you at any time. You trust me?”
The girl nodded.
“So, come on, now! I’m sure Deku and the others are eager to meet you.” Even though they didn’t know where Bakugou went.
“Deku? As ‘useless’?” She blinked owlishly as they released their hands and continued to walk.
Bakugou shook his head, smiling contentedly. “No, Deku as ‘You can do it!’” He patted her head.
“Okay! I want to meet your friends!” She took his hand again and happily jumped.
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It was hard at first. When they first met her, class A went too excited about the little girl saved by Bakugou. She was afraid at first and hid behind Bakugo's legs, but soon, when she saw the love and affection of the students, she began to open up to them.
Yuriko liked to play with Mina, Tsuyu, Momo, Ochako, Jirou and Hagakure, enjoyed Denki and Sero’s stories, baked with Sato, watched Deku and Katsuki hugging.
By the way, about that. She adored Deku.
Bakugou wondered how, but Deku was the only boy she trusted as she trusted Bakugou. Every time he lost sight of her, she was found near the nerd. But at the end of the day, she would always come back to sleep near her saver.
He didn't mind, since the girl was so small that she didn't disturb him in his sleep. The thing that disturbed him was Deku’s facial expressions. When Yuriko was near him, he would smile and laugh, but he would become sad and pensive as soon as she left.
Even now, when they were sitting and eating dinner, Deku seemed extremely upset.
“What’s with this face, nerd?” He looked at his plate, noticing that the food was untouched. Clucking his tongue, he took Deku’s plate, poured out the sauce, stirred the rice, and handed it back to the owner. “Eat.”
“I was just… thinking.”
“No shit, I noticed that.” He rolled his eyes, taking a spoonful of rice in his mouth.
“Is there any organization to help kids? I mean, it’s so cruel and terrible that kids are stolen. First, it’s Eri-chan, now it’s Yuriko-chan. I’m terrified to know the real number of children stolen by that organization. And they may be tortu-”
“Deku, stop.” Bakugou rubbed his face, shaking his head. “It’s awful, I can prove that. Been there.”
Deku looked more somber now.
“But no matter how much we whine, the villains will not decrease. That’s why I’m here. I wanna save these kids and I wanna be the best hero for them.
And if you stop snotting around, you may notice that you’re already doing this for Unicorn or Potty Girl.” He took another spoonful of his dinner. Deku’s eyes shone again.
“Kacchan, thank you!”
“Whatever, nerd.” He felt the corners of his lips lift.
“Kacchan!” The little girl stormed into the kitchen, holding a piece of paper.
Oh, yes, because of her missing teeth, she had trouble pronouncing some syllables, so Bakugou allowed her to call himself Kacchan.
Now she looked exactly like a small version of Deku except for the hair.
“What’s this, Kacchan? It’s said coup-”
“Give it to me, Potty Girl!” He panicked, grabbing the paper from her hands and shoving it in his pocket. “It’s just trash! Where did you get this?”
“I-I was playing in your room when I noticed it on your table.” She looked down at her sneakers, afraid that the blonde may scream at her. “I’m sorry.”
“‘S fine, just don’t take anything out of my room, okay?”
“Okay!”
“Now go play with Denki, I’m sure he has some snacks in his room.” He watched her clapping her hands and running away. Sighing, he turned around, only to see Deku's smiling face. “What?”
“Was it another coupon, Kacchan? I didn’t know you had some left!”
“It wasn’t! Besides, why the fuck should I tell you anything?”
“What is it about? Tell me, tell me!”
“Back off, Deku, I won’t tell you shit!” He turned around again and left the room, not noticing that the paper fell out of his pocket.
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“Did you have fun today?” Bakugo and Yuriko were lying on his – their –bed. It was 9 pm and the girl didn’t want to sleep at all, but Bakugou didn’t want to disrupt sleep mode either.
“Yeah! Mina-san taught me to braid hair! And Uraraka-san let me fly!”
“Good, good.” He was really happy for her. “And did Denki give you sweets?”
“He said he had caries and the doctor forbade him to eat sweets, but he gave me pears!” Denki, you rascal, you don't have caries, you treated your teeth that year!
Although looking at the girl's toothless smile, Bakugou thought that he would have done the same.
“Kacchan, what about you? Did you kiss Deku-nii?”
“WHAT?” Bakugou sat up abruptly, looking at the girl in surprise.
“You and Deku-nii hug a lot, and I saw your piece of paper you took away with a kiss picture on it. Aren’t you kissing partners?”
Kissing partners? KISSING PARTNERS?
“Potty Girl, what the fu-”
“Don’t use no-no words!” She hit him with her palm, puffing her cheeks. Bakugou growled in response.
“We are NOT kissing partners, you dummy brat!” And what the hell does it even mean?
“Don’t you love him?” She looked at him with puppy eyes, sitting up.
“I...” He didn’t know what to say.
Did he love him? It’s impossible. He can’t love the nerd. They just hug on bad days…
Well, and maybe on good days too. And maybe way more often than others did.
But it can’t be true anyway. Hugs don't mean anything. And he doesn’t care about the nerd. The way he looks at Bakugou, the way he easily gets upset, the way he laughs, the sound of his laugh, his tight embraces, and his resting head on Bakugou’s shoulder, his dancing freckles when he looks up and his shiny eyes…
Oh god.
“Fuck.”
“Kacchan! A no-no word again!”
“I guess I like him.” He sighed, not knowing what to do.
“Wow! When will you and Deku-nii kiss?”
“You know what? Now!”
He stood up, rolling the girl out of his way, making her laugh, and went straight to Izuku’s room.
“Open up nerd!” he banged on the door, searching for a piece of paper in his pocket.
There were no coupons.
Frowning, he reached into his other pocket when the door opened and Deku appeared in the doorway.
“Kacchan? Did something happen?”
“Yes! I mean, no! Shut up, Deku!”
“Okay, but you make me worried, Kacchan!” Deku looked him in the eyes trying to guess what was wrong with his friend.
“Ghah! Fuck it! Deku, would you-” He looked at his nerd, scared of everything that he realized. He took a deep breath.
“Would you like to watch an All Might documentary with me and Potty Girl?”
“I’d love to!”
“Okay, um, come over, we’ll watch from my laptop.” He said and, turning abruptly, he stomped back to his room.
What the hell was that? Why would he invite him to watch a fucking movie? Why did he get cold feet at the last moment?
Coward! He was such a coward!
Rushing into his room and shouting "get your butt ready, we'll watch a movie", he picked up his laptop and plopped down on the bed. Deku came after several minutes with some snacks and drinks for the night.
When they finally settled, the girl between them, and started to watch the documentary, Bakugou felt a little panic coming. He was sitting there with the boy he liked, watching a movie and eating late night snacks.
It looked like a date.
Fuck.
Bakugou wanted to break through the wall with his head.
“Oh, watch, Yuriko-chan, this is my favourite moment!” The moment where All Might saved 20 people at once. The girl chirped a small “woah!”
After 40 minutes of the movie, Bakugou felt sleep overtaking him. Looking down, the girl was already fast asleep.
Looking up, Deku’s eyes were as bright as the sun.
“Hey, Deku.” He called for the boy, who looked at Kacchan as if he was the most adorable man he’d ever met. Bakugou understood everything. “You know, I still had one coupon left.”
“Really? What’s this?”
“But I won’t be able to use it. I guess I lost it somewhere in the dorms.”
“Oh,” Deku smiled sympathetically. “But you know you don’t need coupons to ask me a favour, right?”
“Yeah,” Felt like his face was starting to turn red.
“So, what was it? Is it a massage coupon? Or cooking? Or-”
“It's a free kiss.” Deku froze in mid-sentence.
“What?”
“A coupon for a free kiss, Deku. And I wanna use it now.” Bakugou looked confidently into Izuku's eyes.
“I’m- I...”
“Can I use it, Deku?” His heart began to beat faster, and he bit his lip to control his excitement.
“Kacchan, I… I found this coupon on the kitchen floor when you left today. So... it turns out that this is my coupon now? And I want to use it too.”
His voice trembling as he looked at the blonde. Bakugou looked at him frowning, but then grabbed Deku’s face on his palms.
“Deku, you little shit!” He said before their lips met. He kissed him fiercely, though he smiled through the kiss.
Deku wrapped his arms around his shoulders, moving closer, though it was a little difficult with the girl in the middle of them. Bakugou felt like he was the happiest person on earth.
He IS the happiest person on earth.
They stopped when they were both out of breath.
“You’re kissing partners!” Yuriko-chan, being squeezed between two men, woke up, looking up at them.
“Kissing... what?” Deku felt intoxicated with Bakugou.
“Don’t listen to her,” Bakugou pecked his nose before pulling away.
“Potty Girl, why don’t you go sleep with Raccoon Eyes today?”
The girl gasped. “Are you going to kiss all night?”
Deku felt like dying from awkwardness.
“Yeah, so? I swear it’s for the first and the last time, so let me be with my boyfriend tonight!”
“B-boyfriend?!” Deku squeaked.
“What? Something's bothering you?”
“No! I like it!” He screamed, then hid his face in a pillow.
It smelled like Kacchan.
His boyfriend.
“Okey-dokey, don’t want to listen to your smooches anyway!” The girl stood up and left, taking pop-corn and coke with her.
They sat for several minutes in complete silence before facing each other and starting another kissing session.
It was the best day of their lives.