Pretty Through All of My Eyes || Bakudeku

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"Fuckkkkkkkk" Bakugo dragged out before falling over to put his head down. What was he saying? What was that look? "What am I staring to feel?" he whispered before clutching his chest. Was his heart rate increasing from all that running or was it because of him.

"What are you even doing?" comes a scoff from above.

Bakugo looks up seeing Takumi Ren. Someone he doesn't want to see right now. Yes, in the end Bakugo ended up getting first place but something he'd never admit was Takumi's work was more deserving and more emotionally impactful. He wouldn't admit to it because not only were they rivals but saying something like that would hurt his ego and his road to "number 1".

Bakugo and Takumi weren't technically friends but they still managed to have some type of conversations with eachother. With Bakugo's temper and his quick insults their conversations stayed rather short.

"You." Bakugo dusted himself off before making his way to class.

"Me. You know with that shit ass personality of yours no wonder you don't have a girlfriend. Let alone any friends." Takumi shouted following not far behind.

Bakugo didn't turn back and just flipped him off.

"That was anticlimactic. I'm going the same way dip shit." Takumi laughed placing his arms around Bakugo's shoulders. "Fuck you." Bakugo shoved Takumi off before speeding away to his class.

He was the first in the lecture hall. He liked this class. He took a seat far in the back where he could still see everything but the not where the professor could see him like in the front.

Takumi had made his way into the class minutes later sitting right by him with swarm of people taking their seats. No later the professor had arrived and the lecture had started.

He mind couldn't help but drift away to the interaction he had with Midoriya before. The alluring smile flashed being replayed over and over again. The way Midoriya's body heat felt against him and how good his hair smelled like. "What the fuck am I even thinking about." he thought before slapping his face to regain composure.

"Look! Izuku just posted!" came a squeal infront. "YES! I JUST SAW!" came another girl. "Isn't he just adorable!" Bakugo couldn't help but glance over to what they were looking at. Jaw dropped.

It was Midoriya. Posed with a painting of his and that very smile he couldn't stop thinking about. He quickly pulled up his phone, slid his finger onto the 'instagram' icon, clicking on it and typing in 'zukumarts'.

He hovered over before hesitantly clicking the profile. His newest post. He saw the picture from earlier admiring it a lot closer and in more detail. He swiped over to the next which was a close up of the painting. The painting was gorgeous. Each stroke was so delicate, capturing the play of light and shadows. You would've mistaken it for a picture from a far. Next was his paint scattered hand. Some splotches were thickly coated while some were just splatter but they were a beautiful array of colors with freckles just peaking out slightly.

Lastly was a selfie. His beautiful green curls falling every so gracefully on his face, freckle scattered face with a smudge of blue paint over his right cheek, pink dusted cheeks with obvious dark circles. "Cute."

Bakugo spend most of the class stalking Midoriya's insta. He had scrolled all the way down to 2013 where Midoriya just started art when the bell rang signaling class was over. He packed up and rushed over to his dorm with realizing he had clicked 'follow'.

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A/N

Second chapter done!! How'd you like it?

I really wanted to post this story already so sorry for gonna have to make u guys wait for the new chapters. 🙏

I haven't started anything so it'll take a while but I promise to get them out as soon possible.

Thank you for understanding ❤️

Feedback is highly appreciated!!

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