His Deafened Dream

15

{Bakugo POV}

"What the fuck?"

He nodded, his lip trembling as he fought back tears. With a shaky voice, he said, "They said they couldn't change their decision. I need to leave the hero department soon..."

I stayed silent, going over my thoughts about this. They were kicking him out? Just because he couldn't fight while getting used to something life-changing? What the fuck is wrong with the system?

"Even All Might couldn't do much about it," He said, trying to calm down. "I don't want to leave, Kacchan... I wanna be a hero..."

"I fucking know," I said. This is my fault. I hate to admit it, but it's my fault. A heavyweight started to pull my chest down.

"Kacchan...?" He looked at me. Suddenly, it was a little harder to breathe. My fists clenched, my nails digging into my skin. He sniffed, reaching his hand over. "I know that look."

I slapped his hand away. "Shut up. You know nothing about me."

"I've known you long enough to know when you blame yourself," He said, repeating me. He moved closer to me. "Kacchan, stop it."

I couldn't help it. I ended his career before it even got to start. My lips started to tremble in anger. My quirk threatened to blow up the room.

He grabbed both my cheeks and made me look at him.

"Kacchan."

Before I could do anything, he lifted himself up and connected our lips. Surprised, I froze. His lips were slightly chapped, but it felt good. His fingers bent against my face before he pulled away.

His eyebrows furrowed as he let go of my face, landing on his hands with a thud. He was on his knees in front of me. His face was a little lower than mine, but he was so close, our hair brushed against each other. I looked down at him, having to bend my neck a little due to the distance.

In the heat of the moment, he lifted himself again and we shared another kiss. This time, it was comforting, warm, and strangely calming. My hand grasped at whatever solid thing it could find, and that happened to be his arm.

"I like you, Kacchan. So stop blaming yourself for something that isn't your fault. I'll get really mad," He said. "Really, really mad."

A shiver went down my spine. My breathing came out in shaky bits. He gave me a smile before pulling himself closer to me. He hugged me, wrapping his arms around my neck. Instinctively, I hugged his waist, and we embraced.

His hands slowly patted my back. I closed my eyes, squeezing tightly. He leaned his head against mine as we both drew shaky breaths.

"Don't you fucking leave the class, dumbass," I said in a low voice. "I'll kill you."

My hand caressed his head, my fingers running through his hair.

"I won't, so stop saying it's your fault," He whispered back. "Okay?"

"...Fine."

He giggled slightly. "This is nice."

I couldn't disagree. This did feel nice. My heart wasn't thumping as much as I expected. His warmth was comforting. I should be feeling disgusted, but I'm not. I should be feeling GUILTY, but I'm not.

"You're making me think disgusting shit, you know that?"

He pulled away, placing his hands next to my thighs. My eyebrows furrowed, before caressing his stupid face. He smiled all giddily, rubbing his cheek into my hand. "It's called LOVE, dummy."