Bakudeku 💚🧡 stories and oneshots

The way you look Tonight

Premise: Aizawa witnesses something...unexpected.

Hey! It's your dear Author-san! I wrote this when I woke up this morning (way too early for my liking) and I hope you'll like it. It's the Bakudeku fluff no one asked for.

"You'll have the dorms all to yourselves since most of the kids are going home for Christmas. So please do me a favor, and don't make a mess. I'll check on you whenever I can."

Izuku made way to the common room.

He rubbed his eyes with a small yawn as he entered the small kitchen that served as his only source of food at 4 AM in the morning. It was dark outside and all he could see was the reflection of the streetlamps on the windows covered by a light layer of frost.

The small cinnamon roll of class 2-A had spent most of his night tossing and turning in his bed, unable to find the will to sleep. Even though his eyelids felt heavy, and his head was crushing him with a painful pressure, he simply couldn't close his eyes and drift into sweet, far away dreams.

Izuku was tempted to turn on the lights of the hallway and the room linked to the kitchen but ended up simply settling with the dim light coming out from the outside world that was slowly waking up. Who knows? Maybe Izuku could stay to see the sunrise.

It was dark and the silence actually felt reassuring for once in Izuku's life. He was always so used to having people talk around him, with music or his suffocating thoughts taking over his emotions. Now, it was finally quiet and not a single thought had crossed his mind.

He opened the fridge and took out a carton of milk before taking out some cocoa. He then crouched down and searched the lower drawers and after searching around for what seemed like hours, the greenette let out a frustrated little huff.

"Where are the...Fuck!" he hissed in the darkness when his head hit the drawer he had previously opened. "Fucking- "

"Well, well! Who knew that the famous Deku could swear!?" A voice spoke up from behind the greenette who spined his head around in the direction of the sound.

"Oh..." Izuku grinned sheepishly. "I didn't see you there Kacchan...Um, could you help me up?"

Bakugo, who was leaning against the entrance of the kitchen with his arms crossed over his chest, scoffed as he looked down at the hand the shorter male had lifted up toward him. "No."

Izuku retracted his hand with a sideways smile. Of course, Kacchan wouldn't help him. Izuku knew that the angry blond was always in a terrible mood when he was woken up earlier than usual or in the middle of the night. The spiky haired male in question, walked past him and gazed around at the ingredients Izuku had pulled out.

"Hot chocolate?" Bakugo asked in a monotone manner, his back facing the greenette which made it impossible for Izuku to see his expression.

The younger boy smiled as he tilted his head to one side. "Um, yeah. But I couldn't find the- "

"Marshmallows?" Bakugo interrupted, his red eyes finally meeting Izuku's green ones.

"Um, yeah." Izuku passed his fingers through his dark green curls as he looked at anything but the insisting red stare of the man in front of him, feeling an uneasiness spread in his chest.

"Hm." Bakugo hummed as he suddenly started rummaging around the cupboards and putting down a second mug next to the one Izuku had taken. The greenette frowned and watched as the blond tossed a bag of marshmallows he had managed to find on the counter with a soft thump.

"I, uh, Kacchan? What...uh, what are you- "

"Shut up!" Bakugo grumbled. "It's too early for all your stuttering and shit. Just let me do the hot chocolate and just go and wait on the couch or something."