Bellyache (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 7

The feeling of warmth was all that hit Bakugou when he woke up, though he could've sworn he was outside. Squeezing his eyes open, he looked around at his surroundings with an attempt to get up. It failed miserably. A heavy arm was keeping him in place and Bakugou could not be bothered to use the little energy he had to move it.

Who the fuck. . .

Bakugou wriggled in their grasp to turn around. He wasn't the least bit surprised when he saw who it was, nor was he angry. It was actually, weirdly, quite serene. Oddly peaceful. Before he would've been sure to kill him, "What the fuck is happening to me?"

The blonde groaned as he snuggled into the others chest, though his arms were kept in front of him. He was not going to get too comfortable.

"Ah. . . Kacchan. . . mornin'. . . ", Midoriya whispered out as Bakugou was startled by the sudden voice. It was embarrassing to even think that he'd willingly stay like this; his face was tinted a slight red as he hoped the greenette would not open his eyes.

But he did.

He opened them, stared blankly at the smaller male for a few seconds like his brain was buffering before he registered the position they were in. Before he realised Bakugou wasn't attempting to get away or murder him.

Midoriya was completely awake now.

"Kacchan!", Midoriya squeezed tightly and nuzzled his head into the blondes hair.

"Fuck- sake- you're fucking crushing me- stop!", Bakugou did not hesitate to punch Midoriya in the gut.

"Sorry. . . ", Midoriya whined as he loosened his grip, though his eyes lit up instead becoming disheartened, "Does this mean–!"

"It does not mean shit."

"But–"

"What did I say?"

Midoriya gave up. Though not forever – only five seconds. He would give his all to be with his one and only lifetime crush, "Okay! Then. . . I– "

"What time is it?", Bakugou asked turning around to grab the nearby phone – it happened to be Midoriyas.

"Kacchan don't! There's a clo—", Midoriya panicked sitting up to get his phone before the blonde could. Bakugou shrugged off the fact, Midoriya had taken pictures of him without his permission and used one as his lock screen. Without his permission. Since he was some lovesick puppy, Bakugou chose not to care.

"Get up.", Bakugou moved Midoriya's loose arm off him and swiftly left the bed, "We should've been up fifteen minutes ago, you fucking idiot."

Midoriya laughed gingerly, sitting up slowly. He watched Bakugou go through his stuff without a second thought while wearing the calmest expression the blonde could possibly make.

"Would you stop staring at me for five fucking seconds and get changed.", Bakugou threw clothes in Midoriya's direction with a scowl.

"Y. . . yeah! Sorry!", Midoriya sprung up and began getting changed with his back turned to the blonde. Funnily enough, when he turned around, Bakugou was wearing his clothes, "Uhm. . . Kacchan. . . "

Bakugou looked up grumpily, grumbling accordingly.

"Those are. . . mine.", Midoriya scanned the awfully baggy clothing Bakugou was wearing, it looked oddly cute.

"Problem?", Bakugou threatened, stomping towards the door angrily. There wasn't a problem, Midoriya liked it when Bakugou wore his clothes, but- forget it. Midoriya decided against saying anything.

Midoriya followed Bakugou as the blonde angrily stomped to the other room, bursting open the door with his foot. Their two friends lust-filled scents hit their noses like a bus, the blonde grimaced. Bakugou glared at the two in bed, sleeping as if they had done nothing.