Beyond The Blast (Bkdk)

Uncharted Territory

The following days buzzed with a newfound energy for Izuku. Every stolen glance at Bakugou sent a jolt through him, every muttered exchange felt loaded with unspoken meaning. Their training sessions were even more electrifying, their movements a seamless dance of power fueled by a newfound awareness.
One afternoon, during a particularly grueling heroics mock battle, their connection surged, a surge of emotions flooding Izuku's mind.  But this time, it wasn't fear or doubt.  Instead, he was bombarded with... nervousness?  Confusion washed over him.  Whose emotions was he experiencing?

As the battle ended, his gaze met Bakugou's.  The fiery blond's crimson eyes were wide, a faint blush creeping up his neck.  Izuku blinked, a realization dawning on him.  He wasn't the only one feeling the shift. Later that day, fueled by a mix of excitement and trepidation, Izuku approached Bakugou after classes.  "Hey, Katsuki," he called out, testing the unfamiliar name on his tongue.  It felt strange, a departure from the usual "Kacchan," yet it held a certain respectful formality that resonated with him.
Bakugou, who had been stuffing textbooks into his bag, stopped mid-motion.  He turned, a flicker of surprise crossing his face at the unexpected nickname.  "What, Deku?" His voice was gruff, but his gaze held a flicker of something new, a hesitant warmth.

"I was wondering..." Izuku fumbled for the right words. "Would you maybe want to... go out for ramen sometime?  Just you and me?" Bakugou stared at him for a beat, his cheeks flushing red.  "Ramen, huh?" he mumbled, looking away.  "Not exactly hero training, is it?" Izuku's heart pounded in his chest.  "No," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.  "But... maybe it could be something else? The air crackled with unspoken emotions.  Bakugou remained silent for a moment, then let out a frustrated groan.  "Fine," he muttered, turning away to hide the blush creeping up his neck.  "But don't expect me to hold your chopsticks or anything."

A wide grin spread across Izuku's face.  "Thanks, Katsuki!  I won't!" A Nervous Excitement is all that fills Izuku's thoughts. The following week crawled by.  Izuku found himself checking his phone constantly, his stomach twisting into knots with every passing minute.  Finally, Friday arrived, and with it, their much-anticipated ramen date.

They met at a small ramen shop tucked away on a side street.  The atmosphere was casual, the air thick with the aroma of savory broth.  Izuku felt a nervous sweat prickle his skin as Bakugou slid into the seat opposite him. The conversation started out stilted, punctuated by long, awkward silences.  Yet, despite the awkwardness, a comfortable warmth settled between them.  They stole glances at each other, their gazes lingering just a beat too long.

As they slurped down their noodles, a playful banter unfolded.  Bakugou, emboldened by a sip of his spicy broth, challenged Izuku to a spicy ramen duel.  Izuku, fueled by a surge of competitiveness (and trying to show off), readily accepted. The competition was fierce, punctuated by laughter and coughs from the fiery spice.  In the midst of the playful chaos, their hands touched.  A jolt of electricity shot through Izuku, and he saw a similar flicker of surprise cross Bakugou's face.  They both froze, their eyes locked on the point of contact.

The moment stretched, filled with unspoken emotions.  Then, as quickly as it began, it was broken.  Bakugou cleared his throat, a blush creeping up his neck.  "Whatever," he mumbled, looking away.  "Just lucky this time, Deku." Izuku forced a chuckle, his heart pounding in his chest.  The touch had been brief, accidental, yet it had ignited a spark within him.  He knew their journey together was just beginning, a journey filled with uncharted territory, nervous excitement, and the blossoming promise of something more.

As they left the ramen shop, the cool night air felt invigorating.  They walked side-by-side, surprisingly Bakugo holds his hand.  This time, however, the holding hands wasn't awkward. It was a promise, a promise to explore the newfound feelings blooming between them, a promise to navigate this uncharted territory together.

Authors note:
Well this is taking a turn.
                                              -Faith