[ It's the perfect plan! They're both pretty private people so there's no way that Bakugou's just going to tell him and they'll drop this conversation and it'll be fine and --
Shit.
Midoriya has absolutely no poker face; he stares at Kirishima, and then whips his head around to Iida and Uraraka trying to decide which one he means by dumbass. Give him a few minutes, he's processing. Fair's fair, he supposes, but he didn't think he'd actually have to fess up. ]
Two people you don't know, probably? From back home. Someone from here but I don't know if they want me to say so I shouldn't.
SHUT THE HELL UP She kissed me and it was fucking awful. I don't think she wanted to so it was stupid. Don't fucking tell her I told you. It wasn't even a real fucking kiss anyway.
[Now he just feels cheated out of information, and he slumps further into the couch so the only thing visible is the top of his explosion of blond hair. Kirishima glances at him, but he won't acknowledge the look, and Kirishima thankfully goes back to the movie at the sight of Bakugou's grumpy expression.]
Are you listening dumbass? That isn't why she fuckin kissed me. I wasn't the one she wanted to kiss. Trust me I could fucking tell.
[The shame of it hits the already low limit of his Irritated meter. It feels like a sham, honestly. Getting a kiss that didn't exactly mean it, being swindled out of secrets and getting nothing in return. Not even a victory.
Shoving gently against Kirishima's back, he stands up and swings a hard right around the couch to keep going, refusing to look at anyone. Kirishima because he doesn't want to see the disappointment of his abandonment. Midoriya because he doesn't want to see the worried apology.
He keeps going without stopping, pace brisk and hands shoved down into the pockets of his sweatpants. At least the trajectory of his path doesn't seem to be leaving for the stairs or his room.]
[ Midoriya reads it a half-dozen times before it really hits him and then he's back to giving Uraraka a sideways look; she doesn't notice, but before he can decide on what he's going to do or not do, Bakugou's getting up and leaving. Kirishima looks worried for a moment meeting Midoriya's eyes and then Midoriya hauls himself up off the couch mouthing Let me.
Bakugou didn't run but he still has long legs and Midoriya has to jog a little to catch up to him, down the hallway until he sees Bakugou's slouched form striding down the hall. ]
[He keeps going for several more steps, but then, surprisingly, he stops and cants his head to the side without turning around or looking back. He doesn’t acknowledge Midoriya aside from the sheer fact he didn’t keep going until he was gone.
Without saying anything, he waits to see what Midoriya will say instead. Choose your words carefully, Mini Might.
Bakugou meets challenges head on. When he won’t face Midoriya, and that in itself says a lot about how he’s feeling. Angry, but at himself. Hurt even. A little.]
[ Midoriya stops when Bakugou does and gives the hall a cursory look. No one's around and there's no one that could be listening, which is a relief. The last thing that they need is someone overhearing this.
He runs over at least half a dozen different options in his head and none of them are good, because he doesn't know why Bakugou's upset. If he kissed Kirishima, then that was a good thing and it would overwrite Uraraka kissing him but not wanting to kiss him. Right? But what if he wanted Uraraka to kiss him and was upset she didn't want to kiss him?
His mind is just running in circles and he's getting nowhere, so he steels himself and inhales, holds and exhales unsteadily. ]
I still don't know how best to talk to you. I wish I did and it's...honestly a little embarrassing. I feel like I should be better at this. It's not like I haven't had plenty of practice.
[ Slowly, he takes another step forward, closing the distance between them. ]
I don't know what to say, Kacchan. I kind of wish it were as easy as a hug, or something even if that seems a little bit like cheating. I know it doesn't fix everything but it helps me feel better. I know that's probably not— it won't help.
[ Midoriya slouches against the wall in turn, arms crossed over his chest. He can't even offer to spar; they will both go too hard and he knows that even if he still itches for it. Tell me what to do, Kacchan. He can't say that, either, so he goes quiet, watching Bakugou, anxiety twisting at him. ]
[Again, his head returns forward, but he is listening because he doesn’t interrupt, and he doesn’t leave. Despite the absolute hell he gives Midoriya, he understands the other boy is brains, is intelligent. He values the input even without thanks.
Slowly, he twists around in place to face Midoriya when the boy ventures up to him. His stare is steely and unreadable again, searching Midoriya’s face. He glances down the hall, waiting maybe, like he thinks someone else will appear to chase them down, but no one does. They believe too much in Midoriya’s strength, even the ones not physical.
His eyes shift back to Midoriya, though he’s still not saying a word, not even a threat for Midoriya not to touch him, especially not a hug. One hand rises, and the palm settles on the wall by Midoriya’s head. There is one small, final pause, and then no hesitation whatsoever. He commits to the act without retreat.
Bending around, he dips his head down and, surprisingly, kisses Midoriya right on the lips.]
[ He's bracing to be yelled at. He's going to say the wrong thing and Bakugou is going to blow up on him because Midoriya can have years of experience talking with him but it means jack shit; somehow, half the time it's always wrong. He's accepted that, and knows it's a two way street but he wants to be better. Bakugou deserves better than Midoriya fumbling his way through friendship, doesn't he?
He's coming closer and Midoriya refuses to flinch at the hand suddenly by his head, but his shoulders square and he tenses, not quite certain what to expect. It's not an attack position, and he's not defending, either, he's just — close.
Is he supposed to say something? Apologize, but for what? He hasn't done anything wrong. Midoriya forces his back straight and looks up at him, waiting and there's no way to stop the startled noise he makes, Bakugou's lips pressed against his. His mind goes into overdrive, torn between figuring out why, how, why again. His lips are probably chapped. He probably tastes like that fizzy water and popcorn and that can't be good, right?
Worse: why? Bakugou's stopped being needlessly cruel so Midoriya doesn't think this is something just to spite him, but he doesn't know and it's killing him. Gently, he lifts a hand and places it at the center of Bakugou's chest, fisting in his shirt to hold him in case he decides to run. He's pulling back, though there's not far to go and his voice is quiet, low. ]
[Likewise, Bakugou pulls back, but doesn't get very far with Midoriya's hand fisted in his shirt. The half-lidded eyes lift from Midoriya's mouth to Midoriya's eyes, almost searching again, and he doesn't say anything for a moment or two.]
Wanted to see what all the fuckin' fuss was Uraraka had been making about wanting to kiss you.
[The hand not against the wall lifts and catches Midoriya gently by the jaws, fingers squeezing the cheeks some. His gaze is scrutinizing, assessing.] That was garbage. I don't know why she wanted to kiss you. You do need fuckin' practice.
Kiss me like you mean it, you damn nerd. [He pulls Midoriya's face forward some, pulls the head away from the wall and slides the hand down over Midoriya's neck, without squeezing, when their lips connect again.
This time, he parts his lips to kiss Midoriya with a bit more hungry fervor.]
[ He can't treat this how he would with anyone else. With other people he could talk about it, he could ask them why they wanted to kiss him, and figure out what the hell was going on. With Bakugou, it's the same as fighting him. He just...does things and it's everything that Midoriya can do to act as well as react. They're too close; he can't read his movements and he doesn't have a baseline for this. Bakugou grabs him by the face and Midoriya privately thinks that the resulting expression probably isn't super attractive but Bakugou doesn't seem upset.
He's giving Midoriya that same examining look from before, the one that Midoriya doesn't know what to do with, what it means, how to respond. There seems to be a whole hell of a lot of that lately.
But, it's Bakugou and somehow, he has the ability to drag everything out of Midoriya even when he doesn't know how to bring it out of himself. This isn't a competition, except it is, kind of and he refuses to let Bakugou (or himself) down. He doesn't have a ton of experience with kissing, though, for all that he has kissed people; everything else he can extrapolate from there. One hand stays firmly fisted in his shirt to keep Bakugou from running, but the other tangles into the wild mess of blonde hair, blunt nails scratching over his scalp lightly. He goes about kissing the same way he does everything: trying it til it doesn't work and then figuring out how to fix it from there.
The angle needs adjusted, so he does, and his lips part despite the worry about popcorn and fizzy water. Their bodies are still awkwardly apart so Midoriya hooks a foot around one of Bakugou's after leaning back to brace against the wall and tugs him in firmly until they're pressed close and then kisses him within an inch of his life. ]
[Without hesitation, Bakugou moves under the direction and fits into the space against Midoriya's front. The other hand comes away from the wall; he curls both hands around Midoriya's jaws and neck to keep the other boy from fleeing or moving, and he kisses like there won't be any need for breathing. Popcorn, fizzy water. Doesn't matter.
There's one mouth, and it's his right now, and he'll take it.
It is a competition. In essence. Or maybe it started as one, and the longer he kisses, the less it becomes a challenge and the more it becomes something he's wanting to do rather than needing to do.
Whatever the case, it fuels him, as is typical. It's almost as if he thinks he has to consume Midoriya's face, to prove his kiss is more fierce, strong. Or maybe that his desire is somehow greater; he had initiated it, right?
Right. So now what is left is to show Midoriya the reason he had kissed wasn't for nothing.]
[ Ridiculously, he still expects there to be a fight about this; maybe he'll move wrong or kiss wrong and Bakugou's going to want to correct him. There's not; there's nothing but the warm line of his body pressed close and rough hands fitting to his jaw, his throat.
It sends an entirely inappropriate zing of heat through him the same way watching Bakugou wipe blood off his face did earlier. There's no threat behind the pressure of his hands but there's a part of Midoriya that likes it, likes the danger of it even if he would never voice that. More than that: Midoriya wants this to be good. He's thought about kissing Bakugou countless times but it'd always been safe to wonder about because until recently he was pretty sure Bakugou would never even consider it.
Well, he's been wrong about worse stuff. Midoriya draws back for a breath and drags his teeth over Bakugou's bottom lip gently, running his hand down from where it's threaded in his hair, over the nape of his neck, stroking the broad line of his shoulder. ]
...Okay. [ Literally none of his questions have been answered but now Bakugou's lips are kiss-swollen and shiny and Midoriya wants, so he's rocking up on his toes to steal another kiss, greedy. ]
[Midoriya has enough time to breathe maybe twice and say "okay," and Bakugou, spurred on by the frisky lip biting, dives back in to swallow up Midoriya's mouth for another short round.
Sorry, he's extremely easily to rile up.
When he pulls away again, his breath is ragged, and a speckled flush has stretched up his neck into his face, worse being fairer skinned and blonde haired. His eyes are both fiery and predatory, alive.
For a moment, he curls his fingers along Midoriya's jaws and up by the ears, like he may just take a huge hunk out of the boy's face with his teeth, but then he loosens his grip and leans a little further back without pulling away.]
[ It's good, it's extremely good and Midoriya doesn't know what to do with this information. He's kissed other people, sure, but even then it never felt like this. He didn't have so many conflicting feelings about those other people, too, though, so that's probably a big part of it. When Bakugou pulls away this time, Midoriya catches his breath again and tries not to be absurdly pleased at the flush on Bakugou's face or the way his face is touched gently.
Grinning, Midoriya plants one foot on the ground and then twists, using the handful of material to swing Bakugou around and thud him neatly against the wall. Midoriya follows a split second later until he's got Bakugou backed against the wall. Competitive to a fault. ]
I learn fast, Kacchan.
[ He's absolutely a smug shit right now, even if his heart's beating up in his throat and he still doesn't know what any of this actually means. ]
[The sass, though he's heard it so well recently, is still surprising, and he looks visibly shocked for a moment as his feet move without him and he lands against the wall. The shitty little shrimp he bullied when they were younger is different now.
Beneath the hot tingle in his chest rises a heavy, fighting roll of thunder.
The hands that fell away from Midoriya's face when he spun around suddenly and quickly bunch into the shirt of each shoulder.] You fuckin' little bastard. [The usual thrill comes, electrifying him, making him brash.
With most of his weight, he steps presses forward and sweeps a foot out ankle Midoriya's ankles. A trip, but his hands clutch the other boy, and when Midoriya goes over, half against the wall, half down, Bakugou goes along with. It's a rough and tumble fall to the ground, maybe not entirely on purpose but maybe so, too.
At first, he kisses again, clacking their teeth and bruising their lips, but then he gets a fistful of green hair and tugs the head to the side so he can take a bite into the soft skin between neck and shoulder without bearing down too much.
Shuffling back out to the group and the movie, if at all, will be a bucket of embarrassment with a reddish-purple splotch on Midoriya's neck, but Bakugou isn't exactly thinking about it when he starts sucking on the skin he gets. They look absolutely, one hundred percent like a mess.
But it seems more like Bakugou is violently bullying when Uraraka sidles a fourth of a way around the wall down the hall and says, "Um," and Bakugou jumps clean out of his skin. While he doesn't go from floor to feet, he does snap back and rise to his hands and knees faster than perhaps Iida could run.]
[ He likes knowing that he's surprised Bakugou; that he's done something the other didn't expect and gained the upper hand just a little bit. It never really goes away, it's just varying levels of that same competitive feeling, wanting Bakugou to compare the two of them and find him worthy. It's certainly not the healthiest mentality, but he's made it so far so it can't be the absolute worst.
At the insult, Midoriya doesn't bother hiding his smile, not quite a smirk but edging close as he looks up at Bakugou and then they're falling and Midoriya's startled noise is swallowed up by another kiss. Sorry, Midoriya mumbles into it, when their teeth clack and then a few moments later Bakugou's biting his neck. The noise he makes this time is smothered into Bakugou's shoulder, the hand on his neck sliding down until it's just touching appreciatively, skating across the line of his shoulder and back up to clench in his hair.
Careful he thinks to warn, but doesn't because abruptly there's another voice and Midoriya freezes. Bakugou moves faster than Midoriya expects and gingerly he rolls to a better position, rising onto his knees, rubbing one big hand over the mark that will no doubt be there, hiding it. A-ah, uh, Uraraka. I'm — it's alright.
He can't read the look on her face but that's not a shock; she looks between the two of them once, twice, and then nods slowly. The...others were wondering where you went, is all, she says, staring for a long moment at Bakugou and then at Midoriya before heading down the hall slowly. When she's a respectable distance away Midoriya whips around to stare at Bakugou, stomach twisted into a knot. ]
The red eyes drop down to Midoriya's face. The nerd is panicked. Hell, he's a tad panicked. Uraraka is the whole reason this happened in the first place, the divide between them, but they've been given a bit of saving grace.]
Shut the hell up. Come on.
[Reaching out, he grabs Midoriya firmly by the back of the neck, and he stands, lifting Midoriya along with him. He doesn't want to see any kind of hurt glance back from her.
So immediately, he jerks Midoriya around with him, and he shoves the other boy along without letting go, stride steady and quick.] Go. [He keeps pushing all the way to the cut-out of the stairs, and then he starts directing Midoriya up them without stopping, without looking back.
If they can get to the second floor, at least, they'll be safe. Midoriya's room is there, and he can hate himself inside for a few hours.
On the next landing, they are thankfully away from more run-ins with classmates. He can let Midoriya go, slow his walk a little. He doesn't say sorry, but the look it somewhat in his eyes.]
[ He's doing his best not to have a heart attack over this but he wants to fix it, he wants to fix the look on Uraraka's face and the way he handled this situation and then Bakugou is grabbing him by the back of his neck and there's little he can do but flail and go because Uraraka's already leaving.
It feels like running away from a battle but it's Bakugou leading the charge which is even weirder; Midoriya makes a protesting noise but ultimately doesn't fight for once, going where he's lead. He does fish out his phone and text the group saying he's going to bed but to have fun, so hopefully that buys some measure of time.
When they're close to his room, he stares at the number for Uraraka, and then shoves his phone in his pocket, pressing his face into his hands. ]
That's... not how I wanted to handle that. [ To say the least. Fumbling with his door, he manages to get it open and then swings it, frowning at Bakugou. They're on this floor because there's some measure of privacy, he figures. They haven't talked about this, not really so it's not like she has any claim on him or he on her, but there are still feelings the wants to try and respect. He'd be startled if he walked in on her furiously making out in the halls with Bakugou too. Which. Apparently is a thing? That happened. That's a whole other level to consider and he's not jealous or upset about it it's just -a lot. Everything is a lot and he's mumbling under his breath again. Neat. ]
[There's immediate relief when in the room, even if it's not his room, or Kirishima's room, and, in fact, it's Midoriya's room, and he's not sure if he's ever even been in this room yet. Avoiding Midoriya like the plague was how he dealt with his growing suspicions and intense jealousy.
Of course.
But for now, here, he's relieved, and the tension drains out of his muscles, letting his shoulders fall. He leans back against the door for a moment or two, trying to straighten out his thoughts. Caught up in the whirlwind of rowdy excitement kissing Midoriya and the strangeness of being caught by Uraraka, what the look on her face really meant.
Finally, he moves further into the room, as far as he dares to go, and he reaches out to snag Midoriya by the arm and jerk the boy around to face him.] Quit fuckin' muttering like a damn weirdo, Deku.
Hey. It's fine. She'll live. [He has better things to worry about right now, he thinks? Clearly! So, of course, with his hand still holding Midoriya, he tries again to kiss the other boy.]
[ It would be easier if he didn't have to worry about liking someone else or them liking him; everything would be easier if this was just going to class, being normal and no kissing or anything else to speak of but that was unrealistic. Still. Uraraka probably isn't angry. He's talked to her about his conflicting feelings about Bakugou before and she's talked to him in turn but she certainly never mentioned a kiss so maybe they're on more even footing than he thought? ]
I know she'll live but that's still... [ He's being man-handled again and while he certainly doesn' mind it, he's a little startled, eyes wide as he winds up face to face with Bakugou once more.
It's also probably a lot to expect Bakugou not to try and get back to it but Midoriya ducks the kiss and winds an arm around his shoulders instead, holding him close. His bedroom isn't where he'd choose to do this, really, but it was the closest. ] No more kissing until you tell me what that was all about.
[As expected, the rejection causes him to growl irritably, but he doesn't seem to be angry. Annoyed his desire was slapped with a stop sign again mostly.] Why does it fuckin' matter? [After a moment of pausing, he quickly begins to shrug off Midoriya, shuck the hold.
Being emotionally constipated means feeling cagey, and he tries to create space between them so he can "breathe," so he can pace and line up first, his thoughts and second, what he wants to say.
He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck with his nails, scowling at the floor.] I told you why already, dumbass.
Because I wanted to do it. Because helium girl said she thought if she kissed me, she wouldn't want to kiss you. And I wanted to know what the hell was so good about kissing you that I'd be sloppy seconds.
[ The arm was to make it easier to kiss him if he told Midoriya the truth, but he's sliding away and Midoriya knows it's better not to pursue right now. He doesn't seem pissed off which is a blessing; gingerly, he settles himself onto the edge of his bed and lightly thumbs over the bruise that aches on his neck. A hoodie might cover it but his t-shirts certainly won't. ]
How long have you wanted to do it?
[ He's ignoring all the Uraraka stuff because it's going to come with a Bakugou lense which is only so helpful, really. Whatever happens with her he'll need to handle on his own and Kirishima -- God, he has no idea what Kirishima will think, if anything. ]
[Surprisingly... he's quiet for a long time with his back to Midoriya and his head somewhat down. He should really be more considerate in his pursuits, but he's absolutely a work in progress, even with Kamino, even with their fight.
Kirishima will always want to kiss him, right? It's fine. Except, he never thought about whether kissing someone else would hurt Kirishima's feelings, and, worse, he never thought about how he'd feel if Kirishima also did the same thing. He'd say, quickly, he didn't care. But maybe he would, a little. Jealousy is one of his worst traits.]
Long enough.
[It's not a lie? Long enough to feel it tunneling in the back of his mind, but he can't pinpoint an exact date and time when he suddenly realized he wasn't sure whether he wanted to kill Midoriya or kiss Midoriya.]
[ The strangest part about all of this is he likes this Bakugou. He liked the older one too of course, but this one, the quieter one who thinks before he says things, who isn't performatively cruel just a little rough and clumsy, is... nice. Midoriya still doesn't understand how to best talk to him but this is progress. ]
I thought about it when we were fighting.
[ He's gotten Bakugou to bare his soul a thousand times over; it's only fair he returns the favor. Scooting back onto his bed he rests his back against the wall and drops his hands into his lap, not quite able to look at him. ]
Not...actively or anything, I was thinking about winning even more but there was a moment when I... [ Midoriya stops, shaking his head, sinking down a little like a melting puddle of a person onto his bed. It's only with Bakugou that everything gets this mixed up and awful inside him; there's no one else he sees with a smear of blood on their face and gets excited about. It's a personal failing on his part and it's more than a little fucked up. ]
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Date: 2018-11-08 10:34 pm (UTC)Shit.
Midoriya has absolutely no poker face; he stares at Kirishima, and then whips his head around to Iida and Uraraka trying to decide which one he means by dumbass. Give him a few minutes, he's processing. Fair's fair, he supposes, but he didn't think he'd actually have to fess up. ]
Two people you don't know, probably? From back home. Someone from here but I don't know if they want me to say so I shouldn't.
...You kissed Uraraka???
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Date: 2018-11-08 10:43 pm (UTC)SHUT THE HELL UP
She kissed me and it was fucking awful.
I don't think she wanted to so it was stupid.
Don't fucking tell her I told you.
It wasn't even a real fucking kiss anyway.
[Now he just feels cheated out of information, and he slumps further into the couch so the only thing visible is the top of his explosion of blond hair. Kirishima glances at him, but he won't acknowledge the look, and Kirishima thankfully goes back to the movie at the sight of Bakugou's grumpy expression.]
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Date: 2018-11-08 10:45 pm (UTC)[ Why would Uraraka kiss him if she didn't want to? He sneaks a look at her, but she's huddled on the couch, watching the movie and smiling. ]
I wouldn't tell her, I'm just surprised, really. It makes sense, though. She thinks you're amazing, too!
[ And loud, and kind of an asshole but she does like him and Midoriya's glad for that because Bakugou is awesome, if a loud asshole awesome person. ]
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Date: 2018-11-08 10:54 pm (UTC)That isn't why she fuckin kissed me.
I wasn't the one she wanted to kiss.
Trust me I could fucking tell.
[The shame of it hits the already low limit of his Irritated meter. It feels like a sham, honestly. Getting a kiss that didn't exactly mean it, being swindled out of secrets and getting nothing in return. Not even a victory.
Shoving gently against Kirishima's back, he stands up and swings a hard right around the couch to keep going, refusing to look at anyone. Kirishima because he doesn't want to see the disappointment of his abandonment. Midoriya because he doesn't want to see the worried apology.
He keeps going without stopping, pace brisk and hands shoved down into the pockets of his sweatpants. At least the trajectory of his path doesn't seem to be leaving for the stairs or his room.]
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Date: 2018-11-08 11:04 pm (UTC)Bakugou didn't run but he still has long legs and Midoriya has to jog a little to catch up to him, down the hallway until he sees Bakugou's slouched form striding down the hall. ]
Kacchan-
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Date: 2018-11-09 12:06 am (UTC)Without saying anything, he waits to see what Midoriya will say instead. Choose your words carefully, Mini Might.
Bakugou meets challenges head on. When he won’t face Midoriya, and that in itself says a lot about how he’s feeling. Angry, but at himself. Hurt even. A little.]
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Date: 2018-11-09 12:17 am (UTC)He runs over at least half a dozen different options in his head and none of them are good, because he doesn't know why Bakugou's upset. If he kissed Kirishima, then that was a good thing and it would overwrite Uraraka kissing him but not wanting to kiss him. Right? But what if he wanted Uraraka to kiss him and was upset she didn't want to kiss him?
His mind is just running in circles and he's getting nowhere, so he steels himself and inhales, holds and exhales unsteadily. ]
I still don't know how best to talk to you. I wish I did and it's...honestly a little embarrassing. I feel like I should be better at this. It's not like I haven't had plenty of practice.
[ Slowly, he takes another step forward, closing the distance between them. ]
I don't know what to say, Kacchan. I kind of wish it were as easy as a hug, or something even if that seems a little bit like cheating. I know it doesn't fix everything but it helps me feel better. I know that's probably not— it won't help.
[ Midoriya slouches against the wall in turn, arms crossed over his chest. He can't even offer to spar; they will both go too hard and he knows that even if he still itches for it. Tell me what to do, Kacchan. He can't say that, either, so he goes quiet, watching Bakugou, anxiety twisting at him. ]
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Date: 2018-11-09 12:40 am (UTC)Slowly, he twists around in place to face Midoriya when the boy ventures up to him. His stare is steely and unreadable again, searching Midoriya’s face. He glances down the hall, waiting maybe, like he thinks someone else will appear to chase them down, but no one does. They believe too much in Midoriya’s strength, even the ones not physical.
His eyes shift back to Midoriya, though he’s still not saying a word, not even a threat for Midoriya not to touch him, especially not a hug. One hand rises, and the palm settles on the wall by Midoriya’s head. There is one small, final pause, and then no hesitation whatsoever. He commits to the act without retreat.
Bending around, he dips his head down and, surprisingly, kisses Midoriya right on the lips.]
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Date: 2018-11-09 01:05 am (UTC)He's coming closer and Midoriya refuses to flinch at the hand suddenly by his head, but his shoulders square and he tenses, not quite certain what to expect. It's not an attack position, and he's not defending, either, he's just — close.
Is he supposed to say something? Apologize, but for what? He hasn't done anything wrong. Midoriya forces his back straight and looks up at him, waiting and there's no way to stop the startled noise he makes, Bakugou's lips pressed against his. His mind goes into overdrive, torn between figuring out why, how, why again. His lips are probably chapped. He probably tastes like that fizzy water and popcorn and that can't be good, right?
Worse: why? Bakugou's stopped being needlessly cruel so Midoriya doesn't think this is something just to spite him, but he doesn't know and it's killing him. Gently, he lifts a hand and places it at the center of Bakugou's chest, fisting in his shirt to hold him in case he decides to run. He's pulling back, though there's not far to go and his voice is quiet, low. ]
Why did you do that?
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Date: 2018-11-09 01:47 am (UTC)Wanted to see what all the fuckin' fuss was Uraraka had been making about wanting to kiss you.
[The hand not against the wall lifts and catches Midoriya gently by the jaws, fingers squeezing the cheeks some. His gaze is scrutinizing, assessing.] That was garbage. I don't know why she wanted to kiss you. You do need fuckin' practice.
Kiss me like you mean it, you damn nerd. [He pulls Midoriya's face forward some, pulls the head away from the wall and slides the hand down over Midoriya's neck, without squeezing, when their lips connect again.
This time, he parts his lips to kiss Midoriya with a bit more hungry fervor.]
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Date: 2018-11-09 01:56 am (UTC)He's giving Midoriya that same examining look from before, the one that Midoriya doesn't know what to do with, what it means, how to respond. There seems to be a whole hell of a lot of that lately.
But, it's Bakugou and somehow, he has the ability to drag everything out of Midoriya even when he doesn't know how to bring it out of himself. This isn't a competition, except it is, kind of and he refuses to let Bakugou (or himself) down. He doesn't have a ton of experience with kissing, though, for all that he has kissed people; everything else he can extrapolate from there. One hand stays firmly fisted in his shirt to keep Bakugou from running, but the other tangles into the wild mess of blonde hair, blunt nails scratching over his scalp lightly. He goes about kissing the same way he does everything: trying it til it doesn't work and then figuring out how to fix it from there.
The angle needs adjusted, so he does, and his lips part despite the worry about popcorn and fizzy water. Their bodies are still awkwardly apart so Midoriya hooks a foot around one of Bakugou's after leaning back to brace against the wall and tugs him in firmly until they're pressed close and then kisses him within an inch of his life. ]
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Date: 2018-11-09 02:43 am (UTC)There's one mouth, and it's his right now, and he'll take it.
It is a competition. In essence. Or maybe it started as one, and the longer he kisses, the less it becomes a challenge and the more it becomes something he's wanting to do rather than needing to do.
Whatever the case, it fuels him, as is typical. It's almost as if he thinks he has to consume Midoriya's face, to prove his kiss is more fierce, strong. Or maybe that his desire is somehow greater; he had initiated it, right?
Right. So now what is left is to show Midoriya the reason he had kissed wasn't for nothing.]
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Date: 2018-11-09 02:50 am (UTC)It sends an entirely inappropriate zing of heat through him the same way watching Bakugou wipe blood off his face did earlier. There's no threat behind the pressure of his hands but there's a part of Midoriya that likes it, likes the danger of it even if he would never voice that. More than that: Midoriya wants this to be good. He's thought about kissing Bakugou countless times but it'd always been safe to wonder about because until recently he was pretty sure Bakugou would never even consider it.
Well, he's been wrong about worse stuff. Midoriya draws back for a breath and drags his teeth over Bakugou's bottom lip gently, running his hand down from where it's threaded in his hair, over the nape of his neck, stroking the broad line of his shoulder. ]
...Okay. [ Literally none of his questions have been answered but now Bakugou's lips are kiss-swollen and shiny and Midoriya wants, so he's rocking up on his toes to steal another kiss, greedy. ]
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Date: 2018-11-09 03:24 am (UTC)Sorry, he's extremely easily to rile up.
When he pulls away again, his breath is ragged, and a speckled flush has stretched up his neck into his face, worse being fairer skinned and blonde haired. His eyes are both fiery and predatory, alive.
For a moment, he curls his fingers along Midoriya's jaws and up by the ears, like he may just take a huge hunk out of the boy's face with his teeth, but then he loosens his grip and leans a little further back without pulling away.]
You're learning.
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Date: 2018-11-09 03:33 am (UTC)Grinning, Midoriya plants one foot on the ground and then twists, using the handful of material to swing Bakugou around and thud him neatly against the wall. Midoriya follows a split second later until he's got Bakugou backed against the wall. Competitive to a fault. ]
I learn fast, Kacchan.
[ He's absolutely a smug shit right now, even if his heart's beating up in his throat and he still doesn't know what any of this actually means. ]
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Date: 2018-11-09 04:15 am (UTC)Beneath the hot tingle in his chest rises a heavy, fighting roll of thunder.
The hands that fell away from Midoriya's face when he spun around suddenly and quickly bunch into the shirt of each shoulder.] You fuckin' little bastard. [The usual thrill comes, electrifying him, making him brash.
With most of his weight, he steps presses forward and sweeps a foot out ankle Midoriya's ankles. A trip, but his hands clutch the other boy, and when Midoriya goes over, half against the wall, half down, Bakugou goes along with. It's a rough and tumble fall to the ground, maybe not entirely on purpose but maybe so, too.
At first, he kisses again, clacking their teeth and bruising their lips, but then he gets a fistful of green hair and tugs the head to the side so he can take a bite into the soft skin between neck and shoulder without bearing down too much.
Shuffling back out to the group and the movie, if at all, will be a bucket of embarrassment with a reddish-purple splotch on Midoriya's neck, but Bakugou isn't exactly thinking about it when he starts sucking on the skin he gets. They look absolutely, one hundred percent like a mess.
But it seems more like Bakugou is violently bullying when Uraraka sidles a fourth of a way around the wall down the hall and says, "Um," and Bakugou jumps clean out of his skin. While he doesn't go from floor to feet, he does snap back and rise to his hands and knees faster than perhaps Iida could run.]
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Date: 2018-11-09 04:29 am (UTC)At the insult, Midoriya doesn't bother hiding his smile, not quite a smirk but edging close as he looks up at Bakugou and then they're falling and Midoriya's startled noise is swallowed up by another kiss. Sorry, Midoriya mumbles into it, when their teeth clack and then a few moments later Bakugou's biting his neck. The noise he makes this time is smothered into Bakugou's shoulder, the hand on his neck sliding down until it's just touching appreciatively, skating across the line of his shoulder and back up to clench in his hair.
Careful he thinks to warn, but doesn't because abruptly there's another voice and Midoriya freezes. Bakugou moves faster than Midoriya expects and gingerly he rolls to a better position, rising onto his knees, rubbing one big hand over the mark that will no doubt be there, hiding it. A-ah, uh, Uraraka. I'm — it's alright.
He can't read the look on her face but that's not a shock; she looks between the two of them once, twice, and then nods slowly. The...others were wondering where you went, is all, she says, staring for a long moment at Bakugou and then at Midoriya before heading down the hall slowly. When she's a respectable distance away Midoriya whips around to stare at Bakugou, stomach twisted into a knot. ]
Are you — is this —
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Date: 2018-11-09 04:54 am (UTC)The red eyes drop down to Midoriya's face. The nerd is panicked. Hell, he's a tad panicked. Uraraka is the whole reason this happened in the first place, the divide between them, but they've been given a bit of saving grace.]
Shut the hell up. Come on.
[Reaching out, he grabs Midoriya firmly by the back of the neck, and he stands, lifting Midoriya along with him. He doesn't want to see any kind of hurt glance back from her.
So immediately, he jerks Midoriya around with him, and he shoves the other boy along without letting go, stride steady and quick.] Go. [He keeps pushing all the way to the cut-out of the stairs, and then he starts directing Midoriya up them without stopping, without looking back.
If they can get to the second floor, at least, they'll be safe. Midoriya's room is there, and he can hate himself inside for a few hours.
On the next landing, they are thankfully away from more run-ins with classmates. He can let Midoriya go, slow his walk a little. He doesn't say sorry, but the look it somewhat in his eyes.]
oh nooooo
Date: 2018-11-09 05:07 am (UTC)It feels like running away from a battle but it's Bakugou leading the charge which is even weirder; Midoriya makes a protesting noise but ultimately doesn't fight for once, going where he's lead. He does fish out his phone and text the group saying he's going to bed but to have fun, so hopefully that buys some measure of time.
When they're close to his room, he stares at the number for Uraraka, and then shoves his phone in his pocket, pressing his face into his hands. ]
That's... not how I wanted to handle that. [ To say the least. Fumbling with his door, he manages to get it open and then swings it, frowning at Bakugou. They're on this floor because there's some measure of privacy, he figures. They haven't talked about this, not really so it's not like she has any claim on him or he on her, but there are still feelings the wants to try and respect. He'd be startled if he walked in on her furiously making out in the halls with Bakugou too. Which. Apparently is a thing? That happened. That's a whole other level to consider and he's not jealous or upset about it it's just -a lot. Everything is a lot and he's mumbling under his breath again. Neat. ]
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Date: 2018-11-09 02:27 pm (UTC)Of course.
But for now, here, he's relieved, and the tension drains out of his muscles, letting his shoulders fall. He leans back against the door for a moment or two, trying to straighten out his thoughts. Caught up in the whirlwind of rowdy excitement kissing Midoriya and the strangeness of being caught by Uraraka, what the look on her face really meant.
Finally, he moves further into the room, as far as he dares to go, and he reaches out to snag Midoriya by the arm and jerk the boy around to face him.] Quit fuckin' muttering like a damn weirdo, Deku.
Hey. It's fine. She'll live. [He has better things to worry about right now, he thinks? Clearly! So, of course, with his hand still holding Midoriya, he tries again to kiss the other boy.]
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Date: 2018-11-09 05:32 pm (UTC)I know she'll live but that's still... [ He's being man-handled again and while he certainly doesn' mind it, he's a little startled, eyes wide as he winds up face to face with Bakugou once more.
It's also probably a lot to expect Bakugou not to try and get back to it but Midoriya ducks the kiss and winds an arm around his shoulders instead, holding him close. His bedroom isn't where he'd choose to do this, really, but it was the closest. ] No more kissing until you tell me what that was all about.
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Date: 2018-11-09 05:49 pm (UTC)Being emotionally constipated means feeling cagey, and he tries to create space between them so he can "breathe," so he can pace and line up first, his thoughts and second, what he wants to say.
He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck with his nails, scowling at the floor.] I told you why already, dumbass.
Because I wanted to do it. Because helium girl said she thought if she kissed me, she wouldn't want to kiss you. And I wanted to know what the hell was so good about kissing you that I'd be sloppy seconds.
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Date: 2018-11-09 05:54 pm (UTC)How long have you wanted to do it?
[ He's ignoring all the Uraraka stuff because it's going to come with a Bakugou lense which is only so helpful, really. Whatever happens with her he'll need to handle on his own and Kirishima -- God, he has no idea what Kirishima will think, if anything. ]
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Date: 2018-11-09 06:13 pm (UTC)Kirishima will always want to kiss him, right? It's fine. Except, he never thought about whether kissing someone else would hurt Kirishima's feelings, and, worse, he never thought about how he'd feel if Kirishima also did the same thing. He'd say, quickly, he didn't care. But maybe he would, a little. Jealousy is one of his worst traits.]
Long enough.
[It's not a lie? Long enough to feel it tunneling in the back of his mind, but he can't pinpoint an exact date and time when he suddenly realized he wasn't sure whether he wanted to kill Midoriya or kiss Midoriya.]
uraraka: this is my bf deku and his bf bakugou and bakugou bf kirishi-
Date: 2018-11-09 06:22 pm (UTC)I thought about it when we were fighting.
[ He's gotten Bakugou to bare his soul a thousand times over; it's only fair he returns the favor. Scooting back onto his bed he rests his back against the wall and drops his hands into his lap, not quite able to look at him. ]
Not...actively or anything, I was thinking about winning even more but there was a moment when I... [ Midoriya stops, shaking his head, sinking down a little like a melting puddle of a person onto his bed. It's only with Bakugou that everything gets this mixed up and awful inside him; there's no one else he sees with a smear of blood on their face and gets excited about. It's a personal failing on his part and it's more than a little fucked up. ]
let them all date each other, thank you
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