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Chapter 33 - what are you doing?

It was the day after and Bakugo finally heard of his punishment for yesterday's incident: suspension.

He couldn't complain, it was only for one day then he would return through a meeting with the school to recollect on his actions and move forward. Like previously said, he couldn't complain as it could have been much, much worse.

When he woke up, it was a reasonable time -- eight o'clock-ish? Finding complete silence to soak into as his limbs brought him to the bathroom to wash his face. With a taste of mint, he skidded down the stairs and saw his father, reading the news on the television.

"Morning," Bakugo grumbled, testing the waters of his father's sea of emotions.

"Breakfast is on the table."

"Okay. Wait. Where's mum?"

"At work."

He sat on a dining chair and began to eat his plate of scrambled eggs. The pepper grated his tongue, nearly as harsh as the cold shoulder from his father. Awkwardness increased as he passed his father, returning to his room, in order to check his phone. No emails from the school, which meant there was no work for him to do so he went back to sleep.

A portion of his dreams would never be comprehended like the current one with a talking curtain who had unrequited love for a towel. Very odd. The teen remembers how it ended, the curtains on stage as it declared its undying love for the other household object but a knock on the window disrupted the event.

The soft knocking of glass continued, even when he woke up and began to rub his eyes. Then he saw a green fluffy bird tap at the window. He blinked and realised it wasn't a bird, in fact, it was Midoriya.

Nearly tripping over his blankets, he slid the window upwards. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I wanted to see you."

Bakugo barked softly, "what? During school hours, are you crazy?"

"I told them I was sick so I had the day off, it's no problem, Kacchan. I can catch--."

"No! You haven't missed a single day of school, Izuku. You didn't... you didn't need to do this, I'm fine, shit happens."

The leaves of Midoriya's head shook in a gentle waltz. "Look, I really want to know what's going on. You've been struggling and you don't have to do it alone, that's not the only option."

Bakugo sighed, "it's better not to bother you with this. Really, you have so much going on."

"No offence but that's stupid. I'm you're boyfriend, of course it won't be easy but that's life and I want to go through it with you. But you won't let me in. What's going on?"

"I'm being a good boyfriend by dealing with it, it's my shit, not yours."

"Who says keeping stress to the point of breaking makes you a good boyfriend? What makes you think that?"

The blonde was dumbfounded.

"Yeah, yeah. Just come in, I'm not letting you fall and injure yourself." He pulled the other inside and shut the window. "Idiot..."

Midoriya walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, patting next to him.

"What? You a therapist now? Would you like me to call you Dr. Midoriya?"

The other chuckled, "if you'd like to."

Bakugo joined him and rubbed his forehead. "I can't," was all he could say.

He furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"This. I... can't put it on you or anything. I already bother people enough, the least I can do is spare people from my problems."

It was one of those rare moments, where his ego left him and temporarily, just for this time, his deeper insecurities were visible. Midoriya knew the issues with his self image, he partly went through it too, and he knew what to do. He brought his perturbed boyfriend onto his chest and hummed a soft song that came to mind.

"Let me love you... let me love you, you're all that matters to me."

Soft brushes tickled his neck and made him grin as he played with the blonde spikes.

"Can... I still talk?" Bakugo asked, barely above a whisper.

A pause, then he continued to comfort him, "I wouldn't want anything more."

He expected to leave the embrace but Bakugo gave no movement so they stayed in a huddle, as Bakugo continued to whisper:

"They aren't getting that divorce anymore. Completely brushed it under the rug so it feels... fucking annoying. Why is it even upsetting me, I didn't want them to get that divorce in the first place. Should be happy."

"Kacchan..." He hummed. "Love, I think your reaction makes so much sense to everything. You've been hurting and upset for so long without them hearing you and now they decide to ignore their relationship issues. It's so unfair on you, I'm sorry my love. Never get angry at yourself, no matter what, okay?"

He felt the spikes move upwards, giving him a nod.

"This is never your fault, you have every right to feel all this and I'm upset with them too for how they've left you out of this when you deserve to be heard."

"...Thank you."

The hair began to stick to his neck, Midoriya guessed it was tears added to the mix. He still wouldn't move, not now, not ever. He needs this, support, comfort, the sorts. When his parents, the most influential figures, won't give it, so much of the boy's confusion and pain makes sense.

"I'm here, I won't be going anywhere."

Bakugo pulled away to stare at his boyfriend, those loving eyes and gentle smiles, freckles kissed on his cheeks. He's beautiful and there were many words he wanted to tell him, one day.

But he did ask one thing on his mind, "you aren't going to ask about the suspension?"

"Why? This isn't your first one," he smirked.

In that second, Bakugo took away every compliment he ever thought about his boyfriend and pulled his nose. "You're the worst. I don't do shit like that anymore and you know it."

He stood up and stuck his tongue out at the taller teen. "That bitch probably deserved it though, he's always causing things."

"Wow, I didn't expect a goody two-shoes to say that. Careful, I might be rubbing off on you."

"Alright, to be serious, I believe UA will sort it and things will be okay so I'm not worried. I know you," he held the other's chin, "you're a good person. You wouldn't do it without a fair reason."

He bluntly replied, "I'm a good person?"

"Yes, you are." Midoriya gently reassured.

Soon after he examined the other's lips, Bakugo held onto his shoulders for a kiss.