BNHA Gay Ships One-Shots! 《《BOOK 1》》

BakuDeku | Love Him Like You Mean It

        The book burns in his hands, like a map to his potential humiliation. He's aware of the rarity of the occasion, yet, he wishes for nothing more but his acceptance. 

Man, has anxiety ever made him feel this ill before? He shakes his head and loosens up his neck, telling himself to down the fear as he's down with any other stressful situation.

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Content warning: None!
Rating: SFW [Fluff]
Word count: 2550
Request by; No one/ Author
Enjoy some Fluff for these trying times <3~
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"Izuku."

It's humorous, how the teen turns to look at him. His eyes have never hosted such a scared, yet joyed look like they do currently.

"Hello, "Katsuki"--" he greets in a lown tone.
"What, was that weird?"

A hesitant expression dips into one of held-back awe. "I mean... just a little bit?"

What Bakugo carries is what holds him at interest's robbery. He observes the blond drop a book and let slip the grey couch throw from his shoulders. He seems tired,-- no, hesitant,-- and his movement is sluggish. He drops onto a seat beside him, keeping his eyes on his lap.

"What happened to "Deku"?" He continues with a sweet and patient tone of voice. Bakugo glances up and shrugs with an odd lack of energy.

He's spent his night reading something out of his usual's ordinary; a romance novel, based on a true story. He's been captivated by romance mangas since his late middle school years, now owning a collection of over a hundred mangas stored in pristine condition. He's fanboyed over a few characters, while some have stuck out to him for years... Some types of characters have made him wish for a replica for his own life's pleasure.

The novel was beautifully written, taking the viewpoint of the woman of a heterosexual couple. The male character would most often be referred to as "they" or "them" by his close friends. The woman describes romance in ways that no manga of his has ever described, painting new colors over ones Bakugo had already thought to be colorful enough. Her view on love was breathtaking, enough so that Bakugo had found himself setting down the book to wipe his eyes dry from tears often.

He craves what they had. He craves her view on life. But he also craves a life like their life for both him and his special someone as well. Though, despite his undying urge to have something so sweet and heavenly, his fear of being turned down holds him back from asking.

His lover is injured. 
He'd taken a blow to his ribcage and has gotten three ribs fractured. He's been on house arrest ever since for his own good and benefit. His room has been his world since the evening of the accident-- and although that would be good news to some, Midoriya has been struggling with his reality.

He's been trying his best to bring the outside to him; bringing food from his favorite fast-food chains, taking pictures of pointless or dumb things and showing them to him, describing how his day went-- the list follows. It's been a challenge to see his smile fade so quickly, even if Midoriya clearly tries to seem optimistic.

"We're gonna read today."
"Oh... that sounds good, okay."
"But you're gonna sit there and relax. I'm gonna do my thing, alright?"

His lips falter a bit, scuffling to keep a soft smile. "You won't read?" He asks, but he's left unanswered. Bakugo is scooching closer to him, hooking his leg to Midoriya's side and grabbing his shoulder. His efforts spark amusement in his heart.

"Wait, cuddling?" He inquires in a hopeful way, his eyes shimmering the softest they could. 
"Open the book. You might like this one."

Pride pulls itself a new smile on his expression now as he leans back against him. His body is stiff, but its warmth makes up for it.