⚠️Includes
Love letters
Kissing
Bakubottom
TodotopBakugous pov
"I'm super excited for Valentine's Day!" Mina practically yells as she leans on her locker. "You're only excited bc shitty hair asked you out." Mina's face flushes as shitty hair sends her a wink. "Anyways!" Mina says, trying to change the subject. "Bakugou, did you give the letter to tod-." "Shut up!" I yell as I cover her mouth. Kirishima grabs my arm and pulls me off her. "Did you though?" She asks, now able to speak. "Yeah I did okay? Now shut up about it!" I say as I put my combination into my locker. I open the door and I'm in complete shock. Mina is saying something but I can't make it out. "BAKUGOU!" Mina yells getting my attention. I turn around, my face flushed red and in complete shock. Mina smirks and looks in my locker. "Omg!!!! It's from you know who!" She squeals. I pick up the letter, my hands trembling. It's definitely from him. The letter has no name on it, but it is sealed with a red and white heart. Oh god...we did not...
Shotos pov
Uraraka and Midoriya are behind me discussing what they are going to be doing for Valentine's Day. Midoriya asked Uraraka out about two weeks ago. She said yes. I open my locker after putting the combination in. I see a letter. It is addressed to...me, I believe. On the front it has the name icyhot. Bakugou calls me that. I feel a faint blush rise to my cheeks. It is very apparent now that we both like eachother. Bakugou even out a heart next to my name. I open the letter and begin reading it.
Icyhot,
I, am not good with my feelings. As you should know. I don't really know why I'm doing this, something just came over me. Ever since we had to get out licenses together, I can't stop thinking about you. Your bi-colored hair, your beautiful eyes, the small smile you very rarely let out. I wanna spend every moment with you. I need to spend every moment with you. I fucking love you shoto.
Love, KatsukiMy face is now a very bright red. "Omg!!!! It's from you know who!" I hear mina scream. So he's gotten mine. I feel a smile creep onto my face, but I don't care. I'm happy bakugou feels the same way.
3rd person pov
Bakugou opened the letter, hands still shaking.
Bakugou Katsuki.
I think I'm in love with you. Actually...I know I am.
ShotoThe simple two sentences were nothing compared to what he had wrote to shoto, yet the had such an impact on him. Shoto and he were hanging out a lot more after they had to work together. They trained together, as well as hung out. It was very obvious they both liked eachother, yet the two boys were completely unaware of this. Of something so very clear. They had just gotten out of class, shoto had slipped the letter in his locker during lunch. Katsuki had put it in his locker as soon as the end of the day bell had rang, luckily uncaught. Bakugou dropped the letter, unintentionally. His hands were shaking so much he couldn't keep ahold. Mina and Kirishima just laughed at him. Shoto slipped the letter in his backpack and closed his locker. He calmly walked over to bakugou and tapped his shoulder. Bakugou just stared at his shaking hands, unable to look at him. "Bakugou" shoto said sternly. Bakugou snapped out of whatever trance he was in and looked at shoto, completely red. "Come on" shoto said, picking up bakugous backpack and pull him along. They get to the dormitory and head to shotos dorm. Bakugou eventually gave in and held onto shoto. As soon as they were in shotos dorm they were all over eachother. They were making out against the door, while walking, and on the bed. Shoto gently lied bakugou on the bed. Bakugou had already went completely soft and submissive. Shoto got on top of bakugou and started kissing down his neck. "Mmm..." bakugou moaned quietly. Shoto suddenly stopped and plopped down next to bakugou. "Wait, why'd you stop?" Bakugou whimpered. "I think maybe we should start out slow" bakugou sighed but he knew he was right. Shoto sat up and leaned against the backboard. Bakugou lied his head in shotos lap. They stayed like this for awhile until they both drifted off to sleep.