Teachers Pet

Fire and Explosions

Bakugou POV

I missed him every day I was gone. We were able to keep up for the first two weeks while I tracked down the villain who'd been taking down other heroes. But my first fight with the villain ended with a broken phone for me. It was stupid. I shouldn't have had the damn thing with me, but it was the only way I had to contact Shoto. It was fucking stupid and I lost contact with him for a whole damn month because of it.

I did manage to get the villain, but after the fight with him I spent a week in recovery. Fucker was strong. So after six weeks I was finally headed back to UA to see him. I had never wanted anything so much in my life. But when I got to UA everything was in chaos. Clusters of students and teachers stood around the doorway to one of the simulation rooms. They were discussing one of the students losing control and how some of the teachers had gone inside to restrain them. Somehow I knew who it was without having to see him. My poor Shoto. I also knew whatever was happening was my fault.

I strode swiftly into the group of people, pushing them out of my way. Someone tried to grab my arm, but one look had them backing off. Shoto needed me, and I wasn't letting any of these idiots get in the way. I threw open the door to the room, shutting it behind me, and took in the scene before me. This simulation room mimicked a city, only most of the buildings were either iced or on fire. Shoto had done a number on the place. On the one hand, I was so proud of him. The display of strength was inspiring. But on the other hand, this was a complete loss of control. I watched as the group of nameless extras tried to circle him and subdue him, but he fought them off effortlessly.

"What the fuck is going on here? Haven't you learned control by now?"

For a minute Shoto froze. The flames and ice licking up his arms just fizzled out. He turned his head, and his eyes met mine. His eyes widened and an almost serene expression crossed his face. I felt my lips twitch, trying to form a grin, but I held it back. I couldn't show how happy I was to see him, when other teachers could see us. He was so beautiful. I took a step forward and a change swept through him. His eyes narrowed and fire flared from his arm. Well shit! I guess he may have been a little mad at me.

His arm swept out and flames flared all around him. The teachers scrambled like little mice before a hungry cat. Useless extras. Why were they even here?

"Get out! I'll handle it! You'll only get in my way."

They were all too eager to flee. I faced Shoto in the quiet of the room, flames flickering all around us. For the first time, I didn't know what to do. I knew I could defeat him, but I didn't want to hurt him. He wanted to fight and I didn't blame him, but I couldn't bring myself to harm him. At the same time, I couldn't let him hurt me either. I was in a tough position, and didn't have the time I needed to figure a better way out.

I blinked and Shoto was sliding across the room on a sheet of ice. Well shit! I guess I didn't have a choice. I shot towards him, dodging flames and ice he shot at me. We kept that up for maybe an hour. Me dodging all his attacks while trying to get closer to him. Finally, he left me and opening and I got close enough to see the tears streaming down his face. Fuck! Pain lanced my heart. I'd done that. I'd hurt the person who meant the most to me.

I tackled him to the ground, wrapping my arms tightly around him. He obviously didn't really want to hurt me because he let me. His flames went out and he buried his face in my neck, sobbing.

"I'm sorry. Shhh. I'm sorry."

"I t-thought you were dead! You stopped c-calling! How c-could you do that to me?!"

He sobbed brokenly against my neck and I just held him. My poor Shoto. I'd let him down. I'd hurt him. I leaned up and brushed the tears from his eyes. The gray and aqua of his eyes held me spellbound and I did something incredibly stupid. I leaned down and kissed him. Right there in the simulation room that was always recording. What can I say, I'm an idiot for Shoto.

I kissed him gently, like he was something fragile that would fall apart at the slightest touch. I cradled his jaw in my hand as I relearned the taste of him. His arms wrapped around me and he let out a shuddery breath.

"I missed you. I-I thought you weren't coming back. I didn't know how to handle it. I've never felt like this towards another person."

"What does it feel like?"

He had me curious. I hoped he felt the same as I did, but he was so young. And I was his first in so many ways.

"Like I can't breathe when you're not here. Like the world will fall apart when I'm not with you. I don't know how to describe it. It's like I come alive, when you're with me. I was only breathing before, not really living. But you make me feel. You make me better. And I want that. I don't want to give it up."

Well fuck! I could feel my insides melting. This kids words were tearing me apart. He was breaking me down in the best of ways. It was gratifying that he felt the same way about me that I felt about him. I loved him with everything in me, and I wouldn't let anything come between us. The school. His dad. His age.Those things didn't matter anymore. Not now. Maybe they never did. He was mine and I was keeping him.

"I lo-"

"Bakugou! Come with me! You better have a good explanation for this!"

Principal Nezu's voice was shrill and commanding. I let out a sigh and rolled off Shoto, getting to my feet. I hadn't heard him walk up, I'd been so caught up in Shoto that I'd let my guard down. But it was for the best, I suppose. I didn't give a shit if people knew. This job wasn't as important to me as Shoto. And I'd made enough money as a hero that I could retire if I wanted. I didn't think it would come to that, but I knew what my priorities were. Shoto came first, in every way.

I only just noticed Eraserhead when he grabbed for Shoto. Shoto lunged out of his grip towards me. I caught him in my arms and placed a kiss to his forehead.

"Shh. It's ok. Go with him. Everything will be all right."

He looked at me, searching my face for something. He must have found it because he nodded and stepped away.

"You promise?"

"I promise."

It was a promise I intended to keep. Nothing and no one would keep me away from him.