One-shots: Dekubaku

Reconnect

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver light over the quiet streets of Musutafu. The soft hum of the city at night was the only sound as Izuku Midoriya walked with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his breath visible in the cool night air. The weight of the recent argument with Kacchan—Bakugo Katsuki—still lingered like a shadow, tugging at his thoughts.

Their fight had been brutal, not in the physical sense, but in words. Sharp, cutting words that left both of them bleeding in places no one could see. It wasn’t the first time they had clashed, but something about this time felt different, heavier. The things that were said couldn’t be easily taken back, and it left a chasm between them that Izuku wasn’t sure they could bridge.

As he walked, Izuku replayed the argument in his mind. It had started over something small, as their fights often did—an offhanded comment about training methods. But it quickly escalated, old wounds reopened, and before he knew it, they were hurling accusations at each other, voices raised in anger and frustration.

"You always think you're better than everyone else!"
Izuku had shouted, his green eyes blazing with emotion.

"And you think you can save everyone when you can't even save yourself!"
Bakugo had shot back, his voice laced with venom.

That had been the breaking point. Izuku stormed out, his heart pounding, feeling both guilt and anger swirling in his chest.

Now, hours later, the anger had faded, leaving only the guilt behind. He knew his Kacchan had his own way of dealing with things, but this…this felt like something they couldn’t ignore. If they were going to continue being in each other’s lives—whether as rivals, friends, or something more—they needed to make things right.

Izuku turned a corner and found himself standing in front of the familiar apartment building where Bakugo lived. The lights were on in the windows, a faint glow spilling out into the night. He hesitated, his heart thudding loudly in his chest. What if Kacchan didn’t want to see him? What if this fight had been the final straw?

But then he remembered all the times they had pulled through, all the battles they had fought side by side, and he knew he had to try. He couldn’t let this stupid argument be the end of whatever it was between them.

With a deep breath, Izuku made his way up the stairs and stopped in front of Bakugo’s door. He raised his hand to knock but paused, second-guessing himself. Before he could decide, the door swung open, revealing Bakugo, who stood there in his usual casual clothes, eyes narrowed and arms crossed over his chest.

“You just gonna stand there like an idiot, Deku, or are you coming in?”

Bakugo’s voice was gruff, but there was a flicker of something softer in his gaze.

Izuku blinked, momentarily caught off guard, before he nodded and stepped inside. The apartment was just as he remembered—neat, minimalistic, with a few personal touches that only someone who knew Bakugo well would notice. He followed Bakugo to the living room, where they both sat down, an awkward silence settling between them.

Neither of them spoke for a long moment, the tension thick in the air. Finally, Bakugo let out a long breath, running a hand through his spiky blonde hair.

“Look, about earlier…”

Bakugo started, his voice unusually quiet.

“I shouldn’t have said some of the things I said.”

Izuku looked up, surprised. Bakugo wasn’t one to apologize easily, and hearing him now made Izuku realize just how much their fight had affected him too.

“No, I was out of line too,”

Izuku said quickly.

“I…I know you’re just trying to push me to be better, and I shouldn’t have accused you of looking down on me.”

Bakugo snorted, but there was no malice in it.

“You’re such a nerd, Deku. Always overthinking things.”

He paused, his gaze turning serious.

“But…yeah, I do push you. I push you because I know you can take it. You’ve got this stupidly stubborn ass that won’t let you quit, even when I’m being a complete asshole.”

Izuku couldn’t help but smile at that. It was one of the things he admired most about Bakugo—his brutal honesty.

“I don’t want to fight like that again, Kacchan. Not like that.”

“Neither do I,”

Bakugo admitted, looking away.

“But we’re going to. That’s just who we are. We’ll fight, we’ll piss each other off, but at the end of the day…we still have each other’s backs. Right?”

Bakugo held a vulnerable look in his ruby eyes,

“Right,”

Izuku agreed, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it was enough. They didn’t have to be perfect; they just had to keep trying.

“And if you ever need to talk…about anything…you know I’m here, right?”

Bakugo rolled his eyes but nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, Deku. You never shut up about it.”

Izuku laughed, the tension in the room finally breaking. They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the words unspoken but understood. It wasn’t easy being who they were, but they had each other, and that was enough.

Eventually, Bakugo stood up, stretching.

“You hungry? I’ve got some leftovers.”

“Sure,”

Izuku replied, standing up as well.

“I could eat.”

As they moved to the kitchen, the rift between them seemed to close a little more with each step. They weren’t perfect, but they were learning. And as long as they had each other, Izuku knew they would be okay.

Outside, the moon continued to shine, its light no longer cold but warm, like the bond between two boys who had finally started to understand each other, flaws and all, two boys who have just reconnected again'.