Second Chance

Part 15

The cold, hard tiles seared against Midoryias skin. Goosebumps rose along his arms, which had nothing to do with the chilled air, but Bakugos roaming hands. His muffled voice echoing around the empty bathroom when those hands tugged and pinched his chest. Bakugos lips found his again and drove his tongue in, causing Midoyria to melt into him even more. More. He wanted more. A low moan was dragged out of his throat when Bakugo slid his hand down his waist and below his trousers, when he had undone his belt and button was beyond him. But they couldn't get carried away, not when the bell was about to ring. 

'Kacchan, we--we can't.' His breathless protest wasn't very convincing. 

Bakugo wrapped his fingers around, earning himself another gasping moan of his name. 'As if I'm gonna let you leave when you're like this,' he growled into Dekus ear. He pried Midoryias legs open with his knee and guided his scarred hand down. 'Do it for me too.'

'I won't be able to keep quiet,' Deku warned, grasping him. 'So you'll have to make sure I'm not too loud.'  

Midoryia washed his hands frantically.  I can't believe we did that in school. I cannot believe we did that in school! What if someone walked in?! He stared at his face in the mirror, was it obvious that they had been kissing? His lips did look a bit swollen. Unwillingly his face twinged in pain as he stood up. With a sneaking glance he shifted his eyes to Kacchan, who was leaning against the sinks waiting for him, a hint of a slight proud smirk on his face. He had no idea, and Midoryia didn't want to tell him and ruin the good mood they had going. A weight had been lifted since he had talked to Aizawa, he wasn't going to add to it again over something like that. 

It felt like every set of eyes snapped to them the moment they slid the doors open, barely making it before the bell sounded. His legs shook as he sat down, refusing to glance around to see who's stare in particular was drilling holes into his back. But as the minutes ticked on it was getting impossible to ignore, there was malice and hate in that glare. Midoryia creaked his head around and almost screamed when he saw Mineta, eyes completely bloodshot and almost crying tears of blood. He had crumbled his notebook so much it was starting to rip in parts. Midoryia snapped his head around. Did Mineta know?! Was he able to sense these things? 

When the bell rang again the waves of the glare grew closer and closer until a voice whispered from on top of the desk behind him. 'You smell like sex, Midoryia.' 

His stomach sank into a pit. Mineta could sense those things! But we didn't even go all the way yet! 'I ehh--what? What are--are--what are you talking about, Mineta?' An anxious laugh escaped him. 

 'You can't hid it from me.' His eyes narrowed, focusing on a part of his neck. 'I can see the hickeys. They're going all the way down you.' 

Does Mineta have x-ray vision as well?!  He slapped a hand over the back of his neck, when had Kacchan given him hickeys?! 

Just as Mineta was about to climb over onto Midoryias shoulder he was picked up and thrown back to his seat. Bakugo stood beside him, emitting a terrifying aura that seemed to be broadcasting 'too close. You cannot touch him.' 

Mineta gnawed on his desk, fingers clenching the wood, eyes screaming that it wasn't fair. Midoryias confused mind struggled to make sense of what was happening. Does Mineta like me or Bakugo that way? That can't be right, he's always going on and on about girls. So is he just angry that we 'got some' when he didn't?

Bakugo sneered down at the little creep, regretting that he only threw him, not blasted him away. Who did he think he was getting so close to Deku like that. But he swiftly took his seat again before the next teacher arrived. 

Aizawa flicked through the notebook Bakugo had thrown at him, noting the sections where the pen almost ripped through the paper, or where so light as if he hadn't wanted to write it down at all. Those parts were usually to do with the actual fighting, where Midoryia was involved. At first he had been dreading trying to figure out the timeline of events, Bakugos notes weren't linear in that sense, not that he could have blamed him for that. Bakugos mind would have already had trouble coming to terms with everything, writing it all down exactly how everything happened was too much to ask a kid who saw a childhood friend killed right before his eyes. But as Aizawa came to the end of the scattered notes there was a neat page, detailing Bakugos timeline. The main problem was that Bakugo didn't know who the enemy was. The obvious guess was the League of Villains, but it would be foolish to believe it was them without looking into it anymore. Thankfully, Bakugo remembered a lot of the enemies quirks. Opening up a blank document on his computer, Aizawa started transcribing, the other teachers who he would call on for assistance would probably recognise Bakugos handwriting and he had promised to keep his identity a secret. Though it wouldn't be hard for All Might and Midnight to figure it out. He'd call for a teachers meeting when it was done, have them get in touch with the agencies they knew and work on counter plan. Ideally, Aizawa wanted to avoid the battle happening all together, but from experience he knew; some things were fixed points in time. (a/n--yes, I am a Doctor Who fan and I totally stole that term!) 

Bakugo leaned against the train door, scowling out at the world zooming past the windows. His arms itched to pull Midoryia closer to him, but he kept them firmly crossed over his chest. Just before they had gotten onto the train Deku had told him not to make it so obvious that they were together like that. A  low growl rumbled out of the back of his throat, that damn grape-head idiot had spooked Deku, who was now overly cautious about their proximity. But his eyes warned anyone that got too close to Deku that they would pay greatly if they were standing closer to him than he was. So on the slightly packed train there was a ring around Midoryia that everyone, for some unknown reason, were afraid to step into. 

Midoryia had to hold back his chuckle. Kacchan was pouting like a child and was in a huff. If he's good for the rest of the way home I'll have to give him a reward. Heat flushed through his body again as excitement rose. Instantly he felt Kacchans eyes snap to him, flaring as if he was asking why the hell he was blushing on the train. Midoryia turned his head away, suppressing a smirk. He would have to make sure Bakugo didn't see the skin on his back, but since he said they wouldn't go all the way until Kacchan was physically healthy again, it might not be too hard to keep his shirt on. 

Kacchan dumped his bag on the floor with a loud thud, irritation sparking the air around him. Midoryia ignored him and focused on listening to see if anyone else was home. Bakugos house seemed quiet, but maybe he should drag this out and tease him a bit longer, so he quickly evaded Kacchans hand that had reached for his wrist. 

Red engulfed his vision and watched as Deku started walking to the kitchen. 'There's no one around,' he said through clenched teeth, fingers cracking from the strain. 'And no one is home either so why can't I touch you?' 

A small chuckle came from down the hall, quickly followed by full on laughter. Bakugo froze when he saw Deku bent over, clutching his stomach and wiping a tear from his eyes. He was saying something through the laughs, but Bakugo wasn't listening to the words at all. Because he had suddenly realised something. 'You've never laughed around me before.' It came out as a whisper on a disbelieving breath. Now that he thought about it, had Deku ever properly smiled at him? Was the last time when they were kids? 

Midoryias eyes softened as he came closer and wrapped his arms around Bakugos neck. 'You were so good on the way home.' He lightly bit Kacchans lower lip before licking it. 'So what would you like me to do?'