(A/N: This will be extra long, in order to help me get better at writing for my next book and future chapters of this fanfiction. This is quite possibly the only extremely long one here, so sorry 😅.)
Katsukis' POV😤:
It was the final day on the beach. I had made a mental note to take the Old Hag, Dad, Dekuji, and Auntie back here. It had been years since we had been together for a trip. I felt the sun on my skin, warming me. It was about noon, and inside everyone else was, eating ramen Snow White made. Unsurprisingly, I didn't eat it; I'd been in the workout room most of the morning, trying to stay as tough as nails, and as hot as a flame. I meant the latter part of the statement as sweating, and physically hot. I wanted to be good enough for Deku.
He's always so selfless. I remember the sludge monster situation, and even when he didn't have OFA, he tried to save me. I remember hating him when he ran for me but not for making me seem weak, but for making me worry about him. He was so bright and kind, he listened to everyone and knew how to show his emotions. I was moody and rude, never listened to anyone and I didn't know how to show my own emotions. He was smart and confident, I was subpar and always hid behind my facade. (Fa- sawed) I was never going to be good enough for him. Jeez, I bullied him for what? Seven years? All I wanted, what I ever truly wanted, was to be HIS hero. I couldn't care about the other extra's, the people who were too afraid to face trouble and help others. I was once his hero, his #1, and I would be worthy of it again.
My mood had gone in a downward spiral as I pulled myself out of my whirlpool of thoughts. I tried to focus on the landscape surrounding me, trying to get lost in the sensation of isolation. Then out came the extra's I have to call my classmates. I opened my eyes at the ruckus, looking out, but I couldn't see any green hair except for Celery, but she was a girl. I groaned and closed my eyes, pulling my arm over them. Deku is still inside, probably reading or writing, like the nerd he is. I pealed my eyes open, removing the lock of my arm, and got up, ignoring the calls of my name and 'BAKUBRO' and headed inside. I headed towards the kitchen dead set on getting something to snack on. But I stopped when I reached the doorway. Deku was dancing, a smile on his face, and I saw the headphones peaking out of his ears, heard his voice coming in at the chorus. (No, not the song above, I just wanted to give ya'll something to listen to while you read this.) His eyes were closed, hands busy mixing a large dark brown mixture, of what I assume is brownie batter, from the pans on the counter.
This scene had set me off to remember what I daydreamed about before Izuku had gotten his quirk. Me coming home, still in my hero costume, and Deku, having fun waiting for me to come back. I would kiss him when I walked in the door and he saw me, a smile brighter than the sun itself shining onto me. I would hug him from behind after my shower, while he made dinner, and we would talk about everything and anything under the sun. I'd fall asleep with him in my arms, his head laid against my chest, arms wrapped around me, and I would never want to let him go. I would love him forever, and I felt my heart hurt in my chest at the thought that swarmed me once more. I walked towards the island and sat at the stool there, watching the scene before me. Deku finally opened his eyes, focused on the baking in front of him. He continued to hum, still dancing, and put the brownies in the oven, turning on the timer. He then went to the fridge, something I didn't expect, and pulled out a small bowl. Inside, was another dark brown, similar to the other mixture. I watched in curiosity as he added a lot of cinnamon to the mixture, turning it more towards a reddish-brown.
I saw him pull out another tin, that I hadn't noticed, and poured the batter in, making sure not to spill any, before putting it into the other oven in the double-stacked pair. He put the timer on once more and started to clean up. I got up then, trying to scare him. I might love him, but I also loved to scare him enough to make him jump. I tiptoed behind him, making sure that I didn't get within his line of sight, and started to attack his sides, making him jump and burst out laughing, dropping the bowl into the sudsy washing water. I continued my attack, loving to hear his laugh as I picked him up, still tickling him, and placed him on the counter. As I stopped my actions, trying to let him catch his breath, I moved towards the sink and started to clean.
"Kacchan!" he whined, "I was doing thattt~" I scoffed and spoke neutrally, "It's the least I could do, Deku. Take it as my really late apology..." My voice trailed off at the end, trying to focus on the cleaning. I was fully embarrassed but hid it quite well as I felt the moment of silence. "What are you sorry for, Kacchan?" The angel behind me asked, voice soft. I felt my heart constrict, and my stomach drops as I murmured the words echoing in my ears and mind. "For hurting you..." I felt rather than saw his eyes open, and I closed my own, moving onto the next bowl. It was silent for a while, and I thought he must have left. Then I felt his arms around me, head resting on my back. I stopped what I was doing, ensuring that I was quiet enough to hear his soft assurance.
"I forgave you forever ago, Katuki Bakugou."
I never liked to hear my name out of his mouth. It felt too formal and alien, and it was usually when he was stomping mad at me, which was very rare, that he used it. But it felt right in that moment like he spoke to me from his heart and soul, which was bright like the rest of him. I felt the tears well up in my eyes and tried blinking them away, to no avail. I felt the need to thank him, not for forgiving me, exclusively, but for just existing.
"Thank you, Izuku Modoriya, for everything..." I say letting adoration and love seep into my voice. I finally felt my emotions be let out of the space in my head, with that one sentence, so filled with love, admiration, sorrow, pain, worry, and just plain out disaster filled into each and every determined word I spoke, it shook with emotion. I finished cleaning the bowl and turned around breaking the hug. I turned towards the love of my life, my savior. I gazed into his eyes, which were wide with emotion the depth of the ocean, with the color of the forest that held in his thoughts, and the brightness of the sun that held his happiness but held the flames of his determination and awe.
His eyes were glassed over, and tears started to fall down his cheeks, but a soft, shy smile stayed on his face as his eyes gazed into my own. To think this was my last day alone with you...
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Izukus' POV🥦:
"Thank you, Izuku Modoriya, for everything..."
He said my name with so much emotion I never thought I'd hear from him, but it sent the butterflies in my stomach aflutter, shaking me to my core as I looked deep into his eyes, feeling myself go closer to the blonde boy in front of me. His inferno eyes followed my own and I trailed my eyes down his face, which was growing increasingly closer, and closer. "BAKUBRO~!"
The voice broke through the connection, and we immediately separated from the embrace, he pushed up against the wet sink, which caused him to groan in disgust as he lifted his hands away from the rim and shook them off. I stifled a giggle and went towards Kacchans brownies, ensuring they weren't burnt. I wasn't that great a cook, but I loved baking and anything close to associated with it, mainly because of my love for sweet things. They were almost done, by telling of the toothpick, so I put the timer on for a few more minutes as Kirishima came in. "Bakubro, why'd you- oh! Hey Midobro! What ya making?" I was instantly brought to a bright mood. "Brownies for tomorrows' trip!" "Yum! But that seems like a lot of food for just 20 people, there's like five pans there." "Oh! Well, Kacchan doesn't like sweets, so I made him some spicy ones." I glanced over at the mention of Kacchan to see his face flush slightly. Or was it a sunburn... Oh no!
"Kacchan! Your face is red! Are you ok? Did you get burnt? I'll grab the aloe vera from our room-"
"I'm fine, Nerd! tch..." With that statement, I silently smirked. Of course you are, Kacchan...
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Deku, I Love You (complete, Bkdk)
FanfictionBakugou finally comes to the realization that he's in love with Izuku. Over a trip and a few mishaps, can love finally bloom between the opposite couple, like Yin and Yang, or will chaos erupt?
