Bakudeku/Dekubaku Oneshots

Loving The Right Person

Izuku opened his eyes lazily to the morning sun. The day was smiling at him with an open sky and birds chirping from the half open window. He would’ve felt so warm and embraced if not for the cold side of their king sized bed with the empty half.

He was 21 years old with a decent job at an advertisement company. Having achieved a lot with his boyfriend Shouto Todoroki, who was a few statues higher than him in the same agency, he wouldn’t be wrong to phrase his life was less than undesirable. They had met in high school and thanks to Todoroki’s father and his connections with their academic successes they had their occupations easy enough to afford an apartment soon enough.

They started dating in their second year and had been the example couple for most of the students that were admiring and sometimes that got jealous of them. Never had Izuku felt more loved and wanted in his life other the motherly love Inko Midoriya has shown him. They went to dates and shared their interests with each other. They talked and listened and loved and laughed. They kissed and hugged and made love. Now they were 21.

And Shouto was gone.

Every morning, Izuku would wake up to a very empty other half of bed. It had been a few weeks now and he was trying not to make this effect his life but it was. It wasn’t that they broke up or had a fight, other than the ones that started at around a few weeks ago nearly every day.

It used to be sweet touches and even sweeter words that showered Izuku before they fulfilled their desires towards each other. Now all Izuku heard was how bored Shouto was of him talking, walking, working, sometimes even breathing. Izuku couldn’t understand it for the life of him but he tried to annoy his beloved less nonetheless, trying to walk around the bush. “He must be going through some rough times.” he thought, knowing his bitter past with his family, the loss of his brother and the condition of his mother. The problem was, those rough times still hasn’t ended thus far.

Every night, Izuku would try to approach the man with patience and love, pity, too, sometimes. Shouto never did less than a grunt and turning his face away from Izuku’s kisses and pushing the man away from a hug. Izuku cried for days the first few times but now he just felt numb to the feeling. He was numb of getting rejected and disliked. He wasn’t a stranger to the feeling after all.

Last night’s fight was about how Izuku got sick in the middle of spring and his coughs were sabotaging Shouto’s work. Izuku apologized without a fight, hoping to get away from it by leaving the room and taking another coughing pill but to no avail. Shouto followed him to the kitchen area shortly, shouting out about how he was always ignored and how Izuku didn’t even care about what’s good for Shouto’s future.

“You are the most selfish person I’ve ever known, Izuku! You might even race my father on this-”

“Think twice before you say something regretful, Shouto. You might add another crack to my heart, if you care.”

Shouto froze on his words and fisted his hands on his sides, face scrunched up in anger whereas Izuku’s was expressionless and eyes hurt. Shouto walked pass him, knocking his shoulder on the way and grabbing his jacket with his keys and before he slammed the door close behind him he hissed.

“I wish I never asked you out in the first place. God knows how much I hate you.”

And just like that, he was gone.

Izuku stood there in the silence of their apartment for a while, his stupid eyes burning and tearing, as if he wasn’t used to these words already. As if he didn’t hear the exact same sentences for the fourth time this week.

He went to the cabinet in autopilot and opened it to grab a tequila bottle with the largest glass he could see. You see, he also didn’t have a drinking habit until a few weeks ago.