Glasses? [DkBk/ BkDk]

Chapter 9

(Deku's pov)

I followed nervously, as Kacchan entered his bathroom. I quietly shut the door behind us, before watching him shuffle off his boxers. Now he was completely bare.

He put his glasses aside, next to his sink and turned to me.

"What are you waiting for? Take your clothes off," he mumbled, turning away to attend to the shower.

I breathed out, feeling my breath shake as I did so: this was exciting, but nerve-racking.

I pulled my shirt over my head, pulling at the neck to take it off. I then shimmied out my pants and boxers.

I followed Kacchan into the shower, stood only centimetres behind him.
The water was lukewarm, but quickly turned hotter as Kacchan cranked the knob.

I watched as he snatched a bottle of shampoo from one of the shelves, squirting some onto his fingers. With the bottle still in his hand, he passed it to me from behind.

I took it, also squeezing some into my palm before returning it back onto the shelf.

He began rubbing it into his scalp, taking time to reach every inch of his hair, except one area near his neck.

"You missed a bit," I whispered, my hands approaching his head.

I laid them delicately on his scalp until I used my fingers to rub in the liquid. He nudged himself against my touch, like a cat purring against their owners affection.

Water poured down his body, droplets of water falling from his muscles.

"My heart is pounding," I whispered.

Crap I didn't mean to say that out
loud. Did he hear?

My question was answered when Kacchan turned around, looking at me.

"I don't even have the glasses on," he smirked. I pulled my hands away from his hair.

"Yeah but- you know how I feel.. about you," I mumbled.

"I know " he grumbled, still looking directly at him, "you also know how I feel."

"I hate you, but I want you," I quoted, recalling back what he once told me, "I still don't understand what that means."

His smirk faded.

"I wouldn't let anyone touch me the way you do. You've explored parts of me others haven't," he whispered, placing his hand on my neck.

His fingers travelled my skin, making their way to my chin. He pulled me closer, kissing me.

His words gave me comfort, but they were still as unclear as his others.

I love him, but he hates me. So my feelings aren't returned?
But only I can touch him.

What does it all mean?

He pulled me under the shower head, the water slowly rinsing out the shampoo.

He pulled his hand away from my neck and began to touch himself.
"Wh-what are you doing?" I asked.

"You fucking cummed in me. I have to get that shit out," he answered, fingering himself.

I felt myself blush.

'You've explored parts of me others haven't'

He's touched me, and I've touched him. We've had sex. We've kissed.
We do things couples would do, but without that label.

I want him, I want him all to myself.

I guess in ways that's how it is, and hopefully will always be when he says 'I wouldn't let anyone touch me the way you do.'

But even then, I still crave more. I want him to love me the way I love him.

—

After showering, we dried off and changed into clean clothes. Kacchan lent me a tank top and shorts but denied me a pair of boxers, so I wore the ones I was originally wearing.

He helped me study maths until he kicked me out an hour later.

On my way to my room, our conversation replayed in my head. Thinking about it all made my heart and stomach flutter.

—

(Bakugou's pov)

Once Deku left my room, I was left questioning myself.

He loves me, and he continues to remind me of that. I don't want to admit to myself that I feel the same way: after eveything.

'I wouldn't let anyone touch me the way you do. You've explored parts of me others haven't'

What I told him was true, but it then made me question what I had previously told him.

'I hate you, but I want you'

Now that I thought about it, it doesn't sound right. Do I hate him?

I can tolerate him.

Does that mean something? Anything?

All of me wants to continue hating Deku. On the other hand, I know I don't feel that way -now.

I crave his presence, his words, his touch.

I used to forbid myself from letting my guard down around anyone. Everyone and everything is my enemy.

Although, it's different around Deku. I've learned to be vulnerable around him and I don't completely hate it.
At first, it made me feel weak, but now it makes me feel.. powerful.

So is it.. love.?