𝕭𝖑 𝕬𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕𝖘 𝖔𝖓𝖊-𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙// Bl Anime Ships One-shot

3. Dekubaku 💚🧡

In the quiet of the dorm room, the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the two boys lying together on the bed. Bakugou's usually sharp and fiery demeanor had softened, his body relaxed against the warm embrace of Deku, who held him possessively close.

Deku's green eyes gleamed with a mix of adoration and something darker as he ran his fingers through Bakugou's hair, feeling the tension melt away under his touch. Bakugou grumbled softly, his usual bravado gone, replaced by a rare, vulnerable side that only Deku ever got to see.

"You're mine, Kacchan," Deku whispered, his voice low and firm, yet laced with tenderness. "No one else gets to see you like this."

Bakugou's cheeks flushed, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he buried his face deeper into Deku's chest, his hands clutching at Deku's shirt as if grounding himself. Deku's grip tightened, a protective, almost possessive hold that made Bakugou feel safe, cherished.

"Damn nerd," Bakugou muttered, though the words lacked their usual bite. There was something almost shy in his tone, a softness that was so unlike him, and yet it felt right in this moment.

Deku chuckled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the top of Bakugou's head. "You're cute when you try to act tough, you know that?"

"Shut up," Bakugou snapped back, but there was no real heat behind it. If anything, the slight tremble in his voice betrayed just how much he enjoyed this, being held, being loved so thoroughly by Deku.

Deku's heart swelled, his possessiveness surging at the thought that this fierce, explosive boy was all his. His hand moved to cup Bakugou's cheek, tilting his face up so their eyes met. "I love you, Kacchan. More than anything."

Bakugou's breath hitched, his crimson eyes searching Deku's for any sign of doubt, but all he found was unwavering affection and a fierce protectiveness that made his heart race. Slowly, he nodded, his lips parting to let out a soft, almost inaudible, "I love you too, you idiot."

Deku's smile widened, and he leaned in, capturing Bakugou's lips in a slow, tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of promises, of a bond so deep that nothing could break it. When they finally pulled apart, Bakugou's face was flushed, his eyes half-lidded with contentment.

"You're mine, Kacchan," Deku repeated, his voice a soft murmur against Bakugou's lips, sealing the promise with another gentle kiss.

Bakugou couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips. "Yeah," he whispered back, his voice full of emotion, "I'm yours, Deku."

And in that moment, wrapped up in Deku's arms, Bakugou knew he wouldn't have it any other way.

The night stretched on, the world outside the room forgotten as Deku and Bakugou remained tangled in each other's warmth. The usual sharp edges of their personalities softened into something more tender, more intimate. For once, Bakugou didn't feel the need to be on guard, to keep his walls up. In Deku's embrace, he could just be Katsuki-a boy who wanted to be loved and to love in return.

Deku shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look down at Bakugou, who was still nestled against his chest. His hand gently traced the outline of Bakugou's jaw, his touch light but firm, as if he was memorizing every detail. Bakugou's eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, his breath evening out as he relaxed further into the touch.

"You know, Kacchan," Deku began, his voice a quiet murmur, "I used to be so scared of you."

Bakugou's eyes snapped open, a flash of guilt crossing his features, but Deku quickly leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead to soothe him.

"Not anymore, though," Deku continued, his lips brushing against Bakugou's skin as he spoke. "Now, I just want to protect you, to make sure you're always safe and happy."