Bellyache (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 16

Bakugou's mind spun around in circles making him dizzy with thought, how could Deku just say that? Out of frustration, he scrubbed the plate more than he needed to. He was so frustrated even though he was aware of the scratch on the plate that had been there for a while, he still attempted to clean it.

"Hotaru is sleeping now.", Midoriya spoke quietly in order to not alarm the sleeping child in the nearby room. He wandered over to the blonde and watched him glare daggers into the plate, "Kacchan."

There was no response, of course. Bakugou was all too busy drowning in annoyance. Grabbing the plate from his hands which surprisingly had a loose grip was Midoriya's solution. It only made the blonde direct his attention to another plate that had already been cleaned.

"Kacchan.", Midoriya grabbed the other plate, simultaneously wrapping an arm around the blondes waist to pull him away from the sink, "You've finished cleaning, get some rest."

"Finished my ass, I still need to dry them.", Bakugou scoffed attempting to free himself from the others grasp.

"I'll do it. Sit down.", Midoriya hoisted the blonde over his shoulder despite the protests of the other and carefully placed him on the couch, "You've done enough so just rest."

Grumbling the blonde grabbed a pillow and chucked it at Midoriya, though it landed at his feet, "Fuck you."

Midoriya ignored the profanity mumbled to him as he wandered back into the kitchen where he dried the plates and put them away before going back to the blonde sleeping rather peacefully. He sat by him on the floor, taking a gentle hold on the blondes hand and fiddling with the pads of his fingers. There were still scars, though they were faded, of his training days as a hero. His hands were much softer now, it was quite different from his own harsh hands that were the equivalent to sandpaper. He took it upon himself to take Bakugou to his bed and tuck him under the covers.

Thats when he sat at the side of it, on the floor, scrolling through his phone and waited. He wasn't exactly sure what he was waiting for but he did. It was a feeling he had. A hunch.

Soon enough, Bakugou woke up in the early hours of the morning, Midoriya was still on his phone watching a video. It was that, that woke him up most likely. Any small amount of noise would wake up him now, ever since having a kid it was just something he developed along with the occasional back pain,"Why aren't you sleeping?"

Due to the warm breath down the back of his neck and the sudden voice tiredly mumbling in his ear, Midoriya panicked. As he was about to speak, fumbling with his phone as he did so in desperation, Bakugou flopped his head onto his shoulder, "Did you mean it?"

Bakugou breathed in, "When you said– you... liked me?"

Midoriya jolted forward and spun himself around meet Bakugou's tired yet restless gaze. The sudden anticipation and battering of his heart made him realise what he had been waiting for; an answer. He heart hadn't pounded so badly since he'd discovered that he'd liked him. His heart yearned for his love to be requited, for his desire to be quenched. It pleaded for a chance. Something he would never mess up again.

"You know I'm not– I don't have anything to give you in return. You've done so much for me... all I've done is– berate you. I bullied you. How can you—", Bakugou, in his panic, looked down in indignity. He couldn't say anything positive, it was all solemn and depressing, "I don't get you at all."

In light of new found hope, Midoriya managed to rack up the courage, the audacity, to ask. With one breath it was all out in the determination of figuring things out, "Go out with me."

"Did you not just—"

"At least try. If you don't like it then you can break up with me and thats that. I don't care about whatever happened, it was ages ago, all I care about is you.", the cowardice he had felt throughout those years finally disappeared, the blonde highlighting the topic was more than enough to throw his timidity out the window, "If I can earn your trust and your– heart then that is more than enough, you don't have to give me anything else."

"What about Hotaru? You won't get mad at her or ignore her because she's not yours right?", Bakugou shakily brought his head up, biting his lip as hard as he could to hold back the abrupt onslaught of tears swelling in his eyes, "You're not– mad at me, are you?"

"I would never be mad at her let alone you for anything! What brought that on?", Midoriya climbed onto the bed to allow Bakugou to sit up as he held his face with such careful hands as though he were holding nothing but a fragile piece of china, "Hey–"

He was caught off guard by the descent of swarming tears down Bakugou's cheeks, the crumpled brows and quivering mouth. It heaved at his heart strings. Midoriya could never get used to the blonde crying. Before he was too afraid to reach out and bury the blonde in his fervour and warmth. Now he could. It wasn't long until the muffled wails of his blonde filled his ears as he ran fingers through his hair and whispered honeyed words in his ear.

"I'll– go... out with you.", Bakugou uttered through the sharp breaths. Just those words made the whole of Midoriya's body shiver and tense. It was worth the wait, "I swear if you lose your feelings for me I will fucking kill you."

Midoriya couldn't help but laugh, it was something Bakugou would say. That never changed – the empty threats of murder. Though he would definitely punch you at the very least, Midoriya was sure about that, "I've liked you for too long to fall out of it now."

"There's something wrong with you.", Bakugou grumbled leaning back out of Midoriya's arms, "Go to sleep, I'm tired."

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A/N: I'd thought I would just update it now since I may not be able to update again for a while, this is far from the end of the story though so don't worry :p
This chapter is a little short though so I would hope you guys can forgive me for that aha. I have a bunch of class tests and stuff I have to study for so I'm mentally crying my eyes out at the moment.

I hope you enjoyed :)