Like a dog in heat [DKBK]

Chapter 4

(Bakugou's pov)

"sex.." I read.

I didn't look up from the screen, but even then, I could physically feel the atmosphere intensify. I continued to read.

"Sex that can suppress symptoms must be penetration. For males, it's possible to be the one to penetrate or receive penetration. For female, you must-"

"Stop."

I placed my phone on my lap, continuing to stare down.
Fuck, I actually feel bad for the bastard.

"Thanks for helping me," he sighed, "I'll try work something around Mr Aizawa. You can leave now."

"What are you going to do?" I asked. What type of question was that? What can he do?

"Nothing, I'll just have to wait it out," he mumbled.

I finally glanced over. While I wasn't looking, he must have wrapped himself in his covers, yet again.

Sweat dropped off his body like buckets of water. His stupid dog ears poked out under the fabric, drooping downwards. "Please leave. I know this must be.. awkward for you," he pleaded.

For some reason, I didn't feel like arguing. Instead, I done exactly what he asked, walking out, closing the door quietly behind me.

I felt a wave of guilt wash over me, but I had no reason to feel guilty: it wasn't my fault this was happening. It was him who got hit by the quirk, arresting a villain, on his own. I wasn't there, I couldn't have helped him.

—

For the rest of the day, I stayed in my own room till the rest of my classmates arrived back to the dorms. That's when I finally approached the common area, taking a seat on one of the 3 couches in the lounge.

Every time someone asked about Deku, I told them all the same thing. 'He's sleeping.'

This thankfully deterred anyone from approaching his room, not wanting to wake him from his rest. Now, all that was left was to encourage Aizawa not to visit him.

I wasn't sure why I cared so much, or why I was certain on making the situation just a little more manageable -for Deku, that is.

However, my questioning didn't stop me.

When I saw Aizawa enter the dorms, I quickly hushed him aside. "Have you been checking on Midoriya?" He was quick to ask.

I clicked my tongue, almost offended he had to question it, even if it was rhetorical.

"Obviously," I grunted, "The nerd complained he didn't sleep well, but the last time I checked he was fast asleep. I wouldn't wake him up if I was you."

Aizawa nodded, "give them to him when he's awake." He held out a sleeve of pills, ones like the one he had previously given Deku.

"I'll come by tomorrow to check on him," he then said.

"Has the guy told you or the police anything else?" I questioned him.

"Not yet," Aizawa sighed.

—

After that, I stayed in the common area, till it was time for dinner. Normally we all take turns cooking, but only a few selected students actually cook for the rest of the class, one including me -of course.

However, I never get to make spicy food, but only because those extras can't handle the heat.

This time I made Katsudon, Deku's favourite. I served myself a portion before setting out an extra plate.

"Is that for Midoriya?" Kishima asked.

"Hm," I nodded.

"I'm glad to see you getting along with him man. Very manly of you," he smiled, patting my back.

"As fucking if," I growled, "Mr Aizawa forced me into this."

Kiri made a small noise of disappointment. I rolled my eyes in return, snatched both plates and proceeded towards Deku's room.

I kicked the door open with my foot, letting myself in. This time I didn't knock, but fuck I wish I did.

Walking in, I saw Deku hovered over his bed. He sat over his covers, hunched over as he clenched the head board of his bed frame, whilst his other hand jerked his cock.

He thrusted himself into his hand, letting out groans of frustration.

However, he must have noticed my loud entrance as his face turned in my direction. "K-Kacchan," he breathed.

Even after speaking, his mouth remained open, his brows furrowed into his eyes and his face dripped with sweat.

"Fuck, you said you were gonna wait it out," I spat, turning the other way.

"I just wanted to try-"

"Put your dick away! Then we'll talk," I yelled.

I heard shuffling from behind. Seconds later the sound stopped and Deku spoke. "Done," he mumbled.

I exhaled, feeling my shoulders drop as the air left my lungs.

I turned back around and approached him, placing his plate of food in his hands. I watched his eyes follow the plate of food. "Katsudon.." he mumbled. His tail began to wag.

"No shit," I muttered back.

I sat next to him. The bed dipped with my weight. I sat my plate on my lap before shoving the nearest pillow over Deku's crotch.

"S-Sorry," he apologised.

"I told Aizawa not to come here, but he's coming to check on you tomorrow," I informed him.

For a second, I saw his eyes glow.
"Really," he smiled, "thanks."
His tail wagged more aggressively.

"Shut up and eat," I told him, blanking his thanks. His smile remained until he pulled a spoon to his mouth, chewing his food.

Minutes later, he set his plate aside. Looking over, I saw only half of the food gone. "I didn't fucking make that just so you'd waste it," I growled.

"S-Sorry, I just don't really have an appetite," he apologised and explained.

"Still?"

"Yeah.."

I huffed. "I'll leave it in the fridge incase you get hungry again," I told him.

"Thanks," he replied, "and thanks for the food."

Once again I aired his thank you.

After eating, I grabbed his plate on the way out, stacking it on top of mine. "Lock your fucking door next time. You're lucky it was me who walked in and not someone else," I grumbled, before exiting.