Figuring out, slowly

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As the days turned into weeks, Izuku and Bakugou's bond deepened into something extraordinary. They were more than just lovers; they were best friends, confidants, and partners in crime. They could spend hours simply talking, sharing their hopes, dreams, and fears, their laughter echoing through the quiet nights.

Izuku found himself captivated by the way Bakugou's eyes crinkled when he smiled, the way his hair fell over his forehead when he concentrated, the way his voice softened when he spoke to Izuku. Bakugou, in turn, was drawn to Izuku's quiet strength, his unwavering kindness, and the way his eyes sparkled with wonder and excitement.

Their newfound closeness was impossible to ignore. Uraraka, with her sharp eyes and even sharper wit, was the first to notice. "You two are practically glued at the hip," she'd observed with a knowing smile, watching them walk side-by-side, their shoulders brushing.

Iida, ever the perceptive one, couldn't help but notice the subtle shifts in their interactions. The way their eyes met and lingered, the way their hands would brush against each other during training, the way they seemed to anticipate each other's thoughts. Kirishima, ever the boisterous one, couldn't resist teasing them. "Lovebirds," he'd grin, ruffling Izuku's hair. "Can't keep your hands off each other, huh?"

Izuku and Bakugou would blush furiously, their protests half-hearted. They were enjoying this newfound closeness, this quiet understanding that blossomed between them. But the thought of their relationship becoming public knowledge filled them with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

One day, during a particularly intense training session, Izuku and Bakugou worked together seamlessly, their movements a synchronized rhythm of power and grace. Their classmates watched in awe, their eyes widening in surprise.

"Wow, they're really something, aren't they?" Uraraka whispered to Iida. Iida nodded in agreement. "Their connection is truly extraordinary. I've never seen them work so well together."

After the training session, as Izuku and Bakugou walked back to their dorms, they were bombarded with questions. "So, what's the deal between you two?" Kirishima asked, his grin widening. "You're practically inseparable."

Izuku and Bakugou exchanged nervous glances. "We're just friends, plus, we've always been inseparable! I've known this dumbass for years and he still hasn't left my side!" Izuku stammered, his face turning red. "IZUKUUU—" Bakugou echoed, he yelled, his voice not angry but embarrassed. Izuku giggled as he heard that, and then his eyes met Katsuki's..

Those two could say they were only friends, but their classmates weren't convinced. They could see the unspoken connection, the way their eyes met and lingered, the way their laughter seemed to echo with a deeper meaning. The rumors began to swirl – whispers of a budding romance, of a secret love story unfolding beneath the surface.

Izuku and Bakugou, caught in the whirlwind of speculation, found themselves navigating a delicate balance. They cherished their privacy, their love a fragile flower blooming in the shadows. Yet, they knew that sooner or later, the truth would come out.

One evening, as they sat on the rooftop, watching the city lights twinkle below, Izuku turned to Bakugou. "You know," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "I think we've become the talk of the school."

Bakugou chuckled, a blush creeping up his neck. "Maybe we should just own it," he suggested, a playful spark in his eyes. Izuku smiled, his heart fluttering. "Maybe we should," he agreed. And as they leaned in, their foreheads touching, they knew that their love story, once a secret whispered in the shadows, was about to take center stage.

The next day, the rumors reached a fever pitch. Whispers turned into outright speculation, with classmates making bets on when Izuku and Bakugou would finally admit their feelings. During lunch, Uraraka, with a mischievous glint in her eye, leaned towards Izuku. "So," she began, "when are you two going to make it official?"

Izuku sputtered, his face turning a deep shade of crimson. "We're not... we're not—" Bakugou, sitting across from them, cut him off. "We're happy the way we are," he declared, his voice gruff but a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Uraraka raised an eyebrow. "Sure, you say that now." Iida, ever the observant one, piped up. "Perhaps a little public display of affection would settle these rumors once and for all."

Izuku and Bakugou exchanged a nervous glance. The idea of publicly acknowledging their relationship was both terrifying and exhilarating. Taking a deep breath, Izuku turned to Bakugou. "What do you say, Kacchan?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Let's give them something to talk about."

Bakugou, his heart pounding, nodded in agreement. He reached toward Izuku's face, now cupping his cheek. Surprisingly Izuku made the first move, kissing Katsuki.

Their classmates gasped, their eyes widening in surprise. Izuku and Bakugou, their faces flushed, simply smiled. And just like that, their secret was out. But instead of fear, they felt a sense of liberation. Their love, once a fragile flower blooming in the shadows, had finally seen the light of day.

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