EXHAUSTED (BakuDeku)

7: Final Decision

(SLIGHT NSFW - Not too much, just mentions of it, mostly.)

With a long sigh, Izuku entered his boss' office with a forced smile. This was the plan. Katsuki was moving his things back into their home while announced his news to his employer. As of now, Midoriya would no longer be a construction worker for Shota Aizawa.
That was the deal he had made with his lover. Bakugou had promised to take care of the bills on his own while Izuku found another job, which he was currently working on. The small male had sent in several resumes into different companies and restaurants, hoping to get hired somewhere for the time being. He wasn't sure what he was aiming for, but his priority at the moment was to change jobs and settle with something that doesn't pay much. 

"Can I help you?" The black-haired man asked, lookin gup with a raised brow. Izuku audibly swallowed, taking a seat in front of the wooden desk. "You don't have a shift today, Izuku. Why're you here? You haven't showed up to work in forever, I keep having to replace you with Kirishima. I wasn't able to contact you, either." The man mumbled, leaning back in his chair, eager to see what his employee had to say for himself. Emerald eyes lowered in shame. 

"I'm sorry, I should've called. But I've had a lot going on at home, plus my arm is healing up." The greenette shrugged. 

"You're the one who insisted on coming to work despite being injured, it shouldn't be an excuse." Aizawa muttered, glancing down to Midoriya's white cast. 

"Well, my partner and I got into an argument involving this job. He kept telling me this place was too rough for my body and it wore me out. And, I agree with him. Ever since I started working here, I've been tired, mentally drained, my body aches 24\7... I got my very first massage only a week ago. And I've never felt so good. I came to the realization that I'm not fit for this job, and if I keep going like this, I won't make it very far." Izuku rambled on, making hand movements every now and then. 

"You're quitting, aren't you?" The black-haired man asked with a soft smile. Midoriya looked up, green eyes meeting darker ones. He glanced down to the man's shirt, shrugging with a nod. 

"Yes, I am. I just can't keep going like this anymore, I'm sorry." He apologized. 

"Don't apologize, kid." The older man sighed, standing up from behind his desk. He walked towards the door, opening it with a smirk. "When you first applied here, I was shocked. To see someone with such intelligence and who studied law. I knew something was off when I hired you, and I knew damn well you wouldn't be here forever." Aizawa explained, holding his hand out. Izuku stood up, feeling his gut twist and his throat tighten. "Whatever you decide to go into next, I wish you the best of luck. Thank you for being apart of the team." 

Izuku felt his eyes begin to water as he shook his employer's hand with a frown. Although it didn't show, this man had been extremely kind to him and treated him nice. Izuku never had anything bad to say about him. Shota had always been a kind man towards him and always made him feel good about himself. He wasn't a father-figure, just a very good friend. 

"Thanks." He squeaked out, closing his eyes as the man pat his back. Izuku thanked him once more, leaving his office with a satisfied smile. He had gotten emotional, and that was okay. He had already said goodbye to his coworkers earlier that day, and he knew breaking the news to his favorite boss was going to sting. But he also knew quitting this horrible job would make his special someone very happy. 

"Hey, I'm home." Izuku called out, kicking his shoes off against the front door. He glanced around the kitchen, seeing nothing. Brows furrowed as he made his way towards the living room, glancing around as he continued his way towards the bathroom. As he stood in the doorway, staring at the shower, he heard his boyfriend's voice resonate behind him.

"Welcome home." 

Midoriya turned, peeking inside their bedroom to spot the ash blonde flipping through a photo album. Multiple suitcases were placed around the bedroom, all half-packed. 

"There you are. What's that?" Izuku asked, joining Bakugou on the edge of the bed as he pointed his index towards the book in the blonde's hands. 

"I found a photo album of my graduation and eighteenth birthday party." He scoffed, nodding his head towards a picture of himself, wearing a childish birthday hat as he stood next to a male with red hair. He seemed happy and young and Midoriya loved the pictures he was staring at. 

"I see." He giggled, looking up to focused crimsons. "Hey, I was wondering about something." He started, gaining the blonde's full attention. He smiled softly, scooting closer to his lover as he pressed one of his hands against Katsuki's thigh. "Y'know, we haven't really enjoyed ourselves in a while." 

"What do you mean? I enjoy every second I spend with you." Katsuki's brows furrowed in confused as Izuku giggled. 

"No, that's not what I meant. I mean... Actually take a night for ourselves. You don't have a shift tomorrow, I'm jobless, it's perfect timing to spend the entire night fucking each other's brains out." Midoriya winked with a smile, intertwining his fingers with Bakugou's. 

"Oh." Katsuki chuckled, coming to the realization. He smiled wide, meeting emerald orbs again. Izuku no longer had any dark circles beneath his eyes, and had started eating healthy again. He was clearly in a better shape than he was working at the shitty construction site, and was slowly returning to his old self - the Izuku that Bakugou first fell in love with. "Are you sure you're rested enough to take it?" He asked, leaning forward as he pressed his forehead against Izuku's. 

"Oh, don't worry. Your little bean can't make much of an impact on me, I just find it amusing to see you try." Izuku chuckled, earning wide eyes and an offended face from his lover. They both laughed as Bakugou pushed off some of his things off the bed. 

"You little shit! Hasn't your mother ever told you to eat your vegetables?" The blonde laughed, earning a string of giggles from the other. Midoriya met Katsuki's eyes with a smile, pressing a passionate kiss on his lips. 

"You're so weird." He giggled. 

"You're the weird one. Calling my 13-inch-swinger a fucking little bean." He scoffed, earning another laugh from the greenette. 

"Oh, my god! You're exaggerating! Just because you're bigger than me doesn't mean you're 13 inches. You're barely nine." Midoriya spoke, a hint of sass in his voice. Katsuki smiled in amusement. 

"Shut the fuck up, you small-dicked weirdo. You're literally six inches, shriveled fuck." He spat with a smile. Midoriya smiled wide, brows furrowing to the insult. 

"I'm average!" He shot back with a giggle. Katsuki smiled wide, once again meeting their lips. 

"All this fucking talk about dick yet not one of us have it out." He sighed, faking a disappointed look on his face. Midoriya rolled his eyes with a smile, tapping Bakugou's chest with his hands. 

"Ready to suck on my 13-inch-swinger, you fucker?" Midoriya laughed, shifting his pants down. Bakugou smiled wide with a cackle, pressing a kiss on Izuku's bare thigh. This had all started so unpassionately, but he knew that would change soon enough. He and Izuku had never had too much of rough sex, and they always made sure to make each other feel good with gentle caresses. Though, for some reason, their spicy sessions always begun in weird ways, or following strange conversations.

With one last smile, Katsuki shifted his torso as he met green eyes.

"Born ready, you shriveled fuck."