Bakudeku/Dekubaku Oneshots

Brats

Izuku shuts the door to the common room, and when he turns around, it seems like he’s walked straight into hell.

The entire room is in disarray; the couch is turned upside down, and Izuku can see parts of it smoking. Other parts are covered in ice, and the coffee table is cracked down the middle, like Kirishima smashed it with one of his hardened arms.

What the fuck?

What could have possibly happened in the hour and a half he spent talking to All Might? Could a villain be attacking? Could the League be back?

No, it can’t be. The League has been gone for years now, and things have been relatively peaceful since then. So what could possibly be wrong?

Izuku feels himself settle into a fighting stance, activating One For All and clenching his fists. He takes a couple of hesitant steps forward surveying the damaged room. The kitchen is a mess, food and liquid strewn all over the counter. Izuku winces. Kacchan is going to be livid.

His gut tenses suddenly, his heart plummeting. What happened to Kacchan? And the others? He hasn’t seen a single soul this whole time… Is Kacchan okay? Could he be hurt, or kidnapped again, or… something worse?

Izuku swallows, not even wanting to consider that possibility. He doesn’t even want to think about something terrible happening to his boyfriend.

Hesitantly, Izuku takes another step forward. “...Kacchan?” he calls, hoping for an answer but dreading it all the same.

There’s dead silence for a moment. Izuku swallows, his heart pounding against his ribcage as he tries to keep his breathing under control. He’s already reaching for One for All, steeling himself for a possible threat, when—

“Deku!” It’s Kacchan’s voice, sounding out of breath and far away. It almost sounds like he’s on the second floor, but Izuku can hear his footsteps coming down the stairs a moment later. He’s moving fast… Is something chasing him?

A moment later, Izuku breathes a sigh of relief as a familiar figure steps into the common room. Kacchan gives him a tiny smile, looking so unbelievably relieved to see him that it makes Izuku’s heart pound for an entirely different reason.

He looks mostly unharmed, if a little disheveled. The shirt he’s wearing is torn in a couple places, and there’s a few scratches on his cheek that make Izuku’s frown deepen.

But Kacchan’s okay. That makes him feel miles better. Izuku glances around the room once more, his fighting stance relaxing slightly. “...Kacchan?” he says hesitantly, his fists lowering slightly. “Um…”

Kacchan pinches the bridge of his nose. Izuku can see more scratches running up and down his arm. Did something hurt him after all? “Hey, nerd,” he says, letting out a heavy sigh.

Izuku steps closer to him, walking across the room until they’re nearly chest to chest. Slowly, he reaches up to tilt Kacchan’s cheek, so that he can examine the scratches closely. They don’t look that deep, and it’s only a moment before Kacchan slaps his hands away, scoffing quietly as his cheeks turn a faint shade of pink.

Izuku cocks his head, gesturing at the room around them with one hand. “Uh… What happened?”

Kacchan tilts his head back, pinching the bridge of his nose again as his other arm winds around Izuku’s waist, almost absently. “You want the long version or the short version, nerd?”

Izuku frowns, not really knowing which of the two is the better option. “The… s-short version?”

Kacchan grimaces, before glancing down at Izuku with a serious expression. He’s silent for a moment, and then… “Shit’s fucked.”