Wait, So your a gay!? A Bakudeku story. 1950s au. My hero academia Fanfiction

S1 EP4: Agreements

Izukus POV

As kacchans car was driveing down the the street we came to a stop sign and I felt something go up my thigh on my brown pants, I turned to see what It was and it was kacchan!? Maybe His hand just slipped onto it, but I can't doubt that I kinda felt... comfortable, like I could stay in this position forever.

But, as like everything times arrow neither stands still nor reverses. It merely marches forward.
So as much as I would like for this moment to be frozen in time ever still. I must move on

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As the car approached the vehicle I wondered if she was there? Or maybe she was at the new club she told me about before I left, well by now it would hardly be new.

I opened the door picking up my now empty ice cream tin and trotting towards the apartment complex with kacchan behind me.

"So... how was your trip?" He asked me while we began up the stairs of the building. "That's a bit too late to ask now isn't it" I jokingly whispered. "Well it's not my fault you were so damn quiet about it" he complained. I mean he really shouldn't be complaining he's the one who turned the music to a unbearable volume.

As we continued the conversation he asked me "hey, how'd you get an apartment anyway? I mean you just got here."
"Well, I actually have good connections and planning skills." I explained. "You saying something nerd?" He said glancing my way. "No~" I answered putting emphasis on the o. He scoffed as I threw the empty tin into the stair case trash can as if I was a basketball player "and the crowd goes wild" he mockingly comments. "I think I would make a great basketball player thank you very much" I spoke while crossing my arms.

"If you could manage to steal the ball" he stated slightly laughing. I'd never expect to hear laughing from kacchan of all people.

"Hey! I can steal the ball! Remember I did it once in the 11th grade" I stated.

"That was pure luck, plus you couldn't even shoot!" He continued as we stopped climbing the steps, continuing down the dimly lit hallway, fluorescent lamps lining the edges. I huffed in defeat.

The apartment complex was fairly large considering it had to house many Japanese immigrants and general people. it took us around 7 minutes to trudge up the stair case which I thought went fairly fast.

I pulled out a piece of paper labeling the room number, 509 on the parchment with a key tucked into the folds. As we approached apartment 509 I gently grasp the key in my hands placing it in the keyhole of the door.

"So who did you move in with anyway?" Kacchan asks while I begin to twist the key, opening the door. We make our way inside to see a brown haired woman prepping a bowl of miso soup.

"Deku!?" She said, so startled that she spilled the green onions she was currently chopping as she cursed under her breath.
"IM SO SORRY URARAKA!" I said concerned, waving my hands. "No it's fine" she said awkwardly. I walked up to her as she gave me a hug

"It's so good to have you back!" She said with a friendly smile grasping onto my arms, placeing a small peck onto my lips.

                                                                                                     Whispering

                                                                                          "Remember our ....

                                                                                                  Agreement

                                                                                             

                                                                                              Deku-kun."

She let go of my fore arms and greeted kacchan with a starting hug but opted to smile after he reluctantly patted her back.
"So.. your dateing the pink girl?"

" I have a name bakugo." Uraraka responded while casually nodding her head.

"I have stuff to do so, see you never nerd" he turned his head towards me as if waiting for me to speak, to tell him something. Except I didn't.
He turned and closed the door behind him.

Forever out of reach but so close.

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As uraraka washed our bowls she mumbled about how beautiful her girlfriend was and how she wanted to buy her a new purse, knowing well how much financial struggle she is in.

Urarakas family wasn't good with finances, they had immigrated to San Francisco in hopes of broadening their construction company with new Californian skyscrapers and buildings, though with this came disappointment as no one wanted to take a chance in the foreign business, viewing them as lazy prudes. And her fathers financial wisdom wasn't so great, he had imamced 100,000 dollars in debets from the bank, the only way he could ever pay it off was selling his company and getting an office job.

Uraraka was not familiar with finance ethier, attaining college debts from her first 2 years of pursuing an undergraduate degree in English. So she requested the assistance of me, a guy with an ok job. We had made plans to fake date and I would move in to her apartment after my business trip. Which took longer than expected, but it was still a solid plan.

Uraraka was gay, like me, so we made the perfect couple.
She had a girlfriend nicknamed tsu, she was green haired, green eyed, and looked similar to me- hmmm.

Anyways to summarize she sucks at money and
Dates me so she can have sex with a green girl and I could be her sugar daddy. Simple, as you would think.

"Hey deku!"

"Yeah Uraraka?"

"I'm going to go to my neighborhood community club, do you wanna come? "

"Sure! Sounds fun!" Enough

People are small people are big, some people are perfect and others....

Wish they could be them.

Quite a peculiar situation

Short chapter but a chapter nonetheless! Sorry it took this long 😅

Have a nice pie 🥧.