Collision (BakuDeku)

A Collision

A/N: just a short note to let you know that this is one of my first works and isn't as good as I can write now + I don't plan on editing. If you can get over a few mistakes here and there, you'll probably like it :)

It started unconsciously. For Bakugou, probably while he glared at the 'shitty nerd' as he sometimes called him. For Midoriya, on the other hand, it started when he had covertly examined the boy he considers his rival. None of them noticed the difference, most of the time filled with adrenaline from fights during their physical training in classes.

Bakugou noticed his increased restlessness, although didn't pay much attention to it. His aggressiveness was part of him for a long time and restlessness, too. He assumed it was part of puberty and raging hormones that made him even more assertive ever since he had gotten to that age.

One of their interactions – if it could be even called that way – made him pissed off out of his mind. Shitty Deku smacked right into him during their training exercise, leaving him more winded up than before. 

So, instead of dealing with excessive anger like he always did – visiting the gym and punching into the heavy bag until he couldn't feel his arms anymore because he already couldn't feel them thanks to the prior training exercise - Katsuki stomped down the hallway of their dorm to Deku's room. 

He writhed in rage, what does that fucking nerd thing he is? The pent-up fire in him burned brighter than a thousand suns. Oh, I'll give him a piece of mind, after I beat the living daylights out of his brain-dead green head.

So lost in thought, he didn't even notice Kirishima calling after him from the distance, the only thing on his mind that shitty not-so-quirkless-anymore bastard who he would like to forget altogether. But he couldn't. And that was his biggest problem. He couldn't forget the existence of that annoying mop of green.

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Midoriya Izuku was rubbing a healing ointment into his screaming appendages when he heard someone banging on his door. The today's training was brutal, and he just wanted to rest, but that plan flew right out the window when he heard the insistent almost-braking-the-door knocking. 

His surprise at the sound didn't last long, eyes narrowed in slight irritation, he rose from the bed, and trotted across the room. He didn't even need to open the door to know who was standing behind it. With an exasperated sigh, he opened the door without acknowledging the blonde's presence and slithered back to bed.

"What do you want?" Izuku was too tired for this. He hoped Kacchan would just leave him alone, however, he became aware that issuing that kind of question would be seen as a challenge. Fuck... Oh, lovely, he even started to swear like Kacchan.

"What do I want? You fucking fucktard! WHAT DO I WANT!?" The exclamation with a voice raised almost to the screeching level wasn't unexpected, indeed, but Izuku didn't want to deal with the angry version of his childhood friend. Angry version, he snorted at the thought, the idiot is always angry.

"Yes! What do you want, Kacchan? Almost breaking my door indicates you want something, so spit it out." His whole body felt like a pudding, half of his muscles squealing in protest after even slightest of movements. And that made him irritated, irritated enough to forget that Bakugou would explode after this kind of treatment.

"You shitty bitch!" Oh, didn't he explode just as predicted, now did he? When Bakugou propelled himself into the air by slight explosions coming out of his hand, Midoriya jumped out of his bed using the least of his power, passed him and closed the door. For a second a surprised expression flickered on Katsuki's face, soon after replaced with one of anger when he heard Deku admonish him.

"At least close the door if you're going to make a ruckus." Bakugou seethed while Midoriya spoke through the clenched teeth. "Others must feel like bigger shit than I do after what we went through, so it's safe to assume some of them are knocked out and sleeping." 

Izuku became used to Bakugou's outbursts, it happened gradually after enrolling U.A. and came to the point that he wasn't even somewhat afraid of his probably-former friend. He might be a tad concerned about Kacchan destroying his dorm room in the fit of anger - only because he would also be in trouble with sensei, if that happened - but wasn't worried about himself.

"Do I look like I fuckin' care about our bloody classmates? I'll kick your fucking ass." Bakugou managed to get that through the rage that grabbed him. 

Midoriya gave him a stink eye, mouth opened and prepared to fire an insult, just as he thought better of it. He casually sauntered past him to bed and a wooden night dresser, Bakugou watching him like a hawk. He picked up the healing ointment he had used just before the blond barged into his room and tossed it to Kacchan who actually grabbed the tube from the air, probably in reflex.

"If you're that strung up, just rub this to inflamed area," He said, slightly raising an eyebrow at him.

Oh, he is so dead. If Bakugou doesn't kill him for being an asshole, he'll do it himself. Why was that? Because he had just realized that along with excitement from adrenaline pumping through his body, he also felt another sensation from quarreling with his childhood friend – arousal. He wasn't stupid enough to think anything special of it, they even learned in the class that some adrenaline junkies get hooked to the feeling and, in some cases, find it arousing.

It was just his luck to get horny while bickering with Bakugou while the possibility of exchanging blows loomed over them. The only good thing was that his dick still didn't get the memo and stayed down. That would be really awkward, to get a boner in front of Kacchan.

He decided he had enough of this charade and reverted to his old self, not really reverted, started acting like his old self would be a better description. Bakugou would, undoubtedly, be pissed off, but he would relent the assault after insulting Deku some more and retreat to where ever he came from. He needed rest, so he will swallow his pride to make Bakugou leave this way.

Face frozen in fright - like that could ever happen again, he almost lost his cool and snorted - Izuku let his voice acquire a whiney quality and said, "Kacchan..."
The effect was immediate, Kacchan's rage-driven expression, turned to a mix of anger, annoyance, superiority, conceit, and some more Midoriya couldn't recognize. He would have smirked for the easy win, but he had to keep his mask on.

Katsuki was pleased. Shity Deku finally understood where he belonged. Finally? That sounded wrong...something smells fishy. Anger erupted after he realized what was wrong, the green bastard thought he could manipulate him. Tch. Showing me that face, the hell is he thinking?

Midoriya realized he's in deep shit and instantly erased all expression from his face. Bakugo, of course, noticed this, and diabolically widened his eyes in even more fury than before.

It was inevitable, their collision. Midoriya knew that he had to crash into Kacchan in the air, otherwise, if he remained standing there and waited for Bakugou to reach him, they would tumble into the wall behind him, possibly even destroy it along with the furniture placed on that side of the room. So, he jumped and collided with firm, hot body with almost equal force the other hero-in-training used. What he didn't account for in his plan was a slight shift in direction of their fall because Bakugou used a small explosion with his left hand.

They landed on the damn bed.