Nothing More \ A BakuDeku Story

TWO

Midoriya sighed softly, throwing out another used tissue. He looked down to his hand, frowning at the thought of what he had just done. Most people would find masturbation amusing, exciting or refreshing. Most people would do it occasionally, or whenever they felt like it. Izuku, on the other hand, hated it to his core. He couldn't control it either. He had no choice but to endure it and was somewhat okay with that fact. He had accepted it, by now.

The greenette stood up, pulling up his jeans. He made his way over to his door, picking up his bag and books. He made his way out his apartment, sprinting down the streets. He was already late for school, on a Monday morning. 

The twenty-five-year-old quickly hurried through the streets of Hosu, eventually reaching his destination. He managed to sneak into class, taking his seat. Of course, his class was already halfway done, which meant the rest flew by extremely quick for the greenette. 

He managed to find himself in the men's bathroom, washing off pen marks from his arms. He didn't even know why he bothered to come to university. He only spends his time dazing off and scribbling on his arms. He wanted to graduate, of course. But lately, he hadn't been feeling motivated at all. 

"Dude-? Bakugou! You in here?" 

Izuku flinched, looking up to the mirror. He watched as a panicked redhead knocked on the bathroom stalls. 

"Awe, man! Come on! I didn't do my homework- The teacher's gonna be fucking pissed! Bro-" The younger male squirmed, walking off into the halls once again. Izuku chuckled, looking down to his marked arms. He couldn't believe how today's students always relied on their friends, or nerdy people to complete their homework. The small man continued wash off the soap, making sure to get his shirt's sleeves wet. He managed to wash out half the marks, satisfied with how much he had made disappear. The greenette waved his arms frantically, trying to dry off some water. He turned around, in hopes of finding some paper, but was only met by a brick wall. 

"I'm sorry." 

Midoriya looked up, eyes meeting with soft crimson orbs. He was definitely a foot taller than him- Maybe even more. He had a wide build, covered in muscles. Izuku's eyes widened at the sight, taking in the blonde's features. He had the nose of a god, a sharp jawline, sharp yet soft eyes, fair skin and thick eyebrows. Overall, he looked like a true god. A worried yet nervous look was planted on the blonde's face, looking down to the greenette. Before Midoriya knew it, the stranger's hand was gently placed on his cheek. 

"Are you okay? Your nose is bleeding..." The blonde spoke, a worried tone in his deep voice. Midoriya's eyes widened again, looking down. He hadn't hit his nose, so why was it bleeding? The greenette wiped away a streak of blood, trying to ignore his body's signals. He looked up again, meeting eyes with the handsome male once more. 

"I'm..." He began, feeling more blood rush up to his head. Once again, his nose started bleeding and earning more worried looks from the tall blonde. "I'm... Very hard right now."