UA PAGEANT?!

just a hug

To Be Continued...

Bakugo's POV

The day's events left me feeling like I'd been battered by a storm. My mind was a tempest of doubt and frustration as I retreated to my room. I slammed the door behind me, seeking solace in the familiarity of my space. The harsh echoes of my mother's voice seemed to follow me, reverberating through my thoughts.

I flopped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to push away the crushing weight of the day. The memory of her words played on repeat: "You're not pretty or charming. You're more like a little monster. No one wants to be friends with a monster."

I had always worked so hard to overcome those feelings, to be more than what she had said. But now, the thought of being paraded around in a pageant felt like a direct hit to those old wounds. My chest tightened as I thought of the girls' doubts and my own fear of failing in front of everyone.

3rd POV

Deku, having noticed Bakugo's sudden disappearance and the shift in atmosphere, decided to check on him. He found his way to Bakugo's room, knocking softly before entering.

"Hey, Kacchan," Deku called gently, his voice filled with concern. He saw Bakugo lying on the bed, looking more defeated than he had ever seen him.

Bakugo didn't respond immediately, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. Deku walked in, feeling the heaviness of the room. He sat down on the edge of the bed, trying to bridge the gap between their often tumultuous relationship.

Bakugo's POV

I heard Deku's voice and closed my eyes, trying to hold back the wave of emotion that was threatening to overwhelm me. I wasn't used to being this vulnerable, especially not in front of him. But the sight of him, so earnest and caring, made it hard to keep my walls up.

"I'm not even pretty," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not cut out for this. I'm just... not what they want."

Deku's eyes widened slightly, and he quickly moved to sit beside me. "Kacchan, that's not true. You're the prettiest person I know."

The sincerity in his voice was almost too much to bear. I turned my head slightly to look at him, my eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I was even a monster to you. How can you say that?"

Deku's expression softened, and he placed a hand on my shoulder. "It wasn't right, what you did. But people can change. I forgive you, Kacchan. I know you're not that person anymore."

I felt something inside me shift. For so long, I had been carrying the weight of my past mistakes and insecurities. To hear Deku, of all people, say he forgave me and that he saw something beautiful in me was both shocking and comforting.

I couldn't help it. I needed his warmth and reassurance more than I had ever realized. I leaned into him, my arms wrapping around him in a tight hug. My face buried itself in the crook of his neck, pressing against him with a desperate intensity.

Deku's POV

I was initially stunned, my eyes widening as kacchan clung to me with an unexpected fervor. His usual bravado was gone, replaced by a raw vulnerability that I had never seen before. His face buried itself into the crook of my neck, his breath warm against my skin, and I could feel the tremor in his body as he held on tightly.

The suddenness of the embrace took me by surprise. My heart raced as I tried to process what was happening. I was unsure how to respond to this sudden display of need and affection. It was both confusing and heart-wrenching. I gently placed my arms around him, returning the hug, feeling his emotions radiate through the embrace.

"It's okay," I said softly, my voice a gentle murmur. "I'm here. You're not alone."

kacchans's grip tightened around me, and I could feel the weight of his sadness as he buried his face deeper into my neck. He was holding on to me as if I were his anchor, the source of his comfort in the storm he was weathering.

I could sense the depth of his pain and his longing for support. It made me feel a deep, nostalgic warmth, as if I was reconnecting with a part of our shared history that had been buried under years of rivalry and conflict.

Bakugo's POV

As I clung to Deku, the barriers I had built up for so long started to crumble. I could feel his warmth, his steady presence, and it was a stark contrast to the harshness I had known growing up. The comfort I found in his embrace was something I hadn't allowed myself to feel in a long time.

"I'm sorry," I whispered against his neck. "I just... I need this. I need to believe I'm not just a monster."

Deku's voice was soft, reassuring. "You're not a monster, Kacchan. You're someone who's struggling, but you're also someone who's worth believing in. You've changed, and that's what matters."

As I clung to him, I could feel the last of my tension starting to drain away. The comfort of his arms was a balm to my wounded spirit. For a moment, I allowed myself to just be vulnerable, to accept that it was okay to lean on someone else for support.

To Be Continued...