Map To You

The dream was too vivid not to be real.

Bakugo could still feel the heat of skin to skin contact. He could feel Deku's breath, taste it on his lips, and hear the tandem thundering of their hearts. As he lay on his bed, sweaty and panting, his fingers twitched in the sheets recalling how they'd curled into the thick curls of his lover's hair. How they'd trailed over the slick scarred flesh of his well toned arms, and firm biceps. The damn nerd had worked hard to gain that body, and Bakugo had revelled in it.

Despite the vividness, the tangible and emotional feelings he was experiencing... Bakugo knew it had all been a dream.

...because Deku was gone.

"Katsuki," his bedroom door opened. His mother stood in the opening, her normally chipper expression serious and grave. "Breakfast is ready."

"Not hungry..." he rolled over, turning his back to his mother. "I'll eat later."

There was a brief moment of silence, and Bakugo closed his eyes, expecting his mother to smack him upside the head, get him moving despite his complaints.

"Alright... I'll check up on you later."

Bakugo grit his teeth and immediately sat up when the door closed. What the hell was that? Since when did the old hag listen to what he said? She was supposed to smack him back to his senses, force him to get up, to eat, and pick up his life... but the normally brazen woman wasn't doing that.

"Am I really so pathetic that you have to tiptoe around me, mom?" He pulled his legs up to his knees and let out a shaky breath. "Damn you, Deku... this is all your damn fault!"

~Flashback~

"Kacchan!" Izuku Midoriya jogged up the walk of the school dorms. On instinct he snagged the back of Bakugo's shirt and sent him a nervous smile. "Aren't you gonna go inside? Were you waiting for me?"

"Get off, Deku." He shoved a hand into Izuku's face forcing him to let go. "Don't just assume that kind of shit, especially if it pertains to you."

"Mmmph Sorry." Izuku said with a muffle and turned his face so he could breathe again. Both of them had bandaged wounds and scrapes from their fight. A lot of pent up emotions and words were released that night... but Izuku could still feel there was something that still needed to be said. "I finished putting the trash away, we're almost done with the cleaning... I was thinking we could talk more about the other night."

"Tch," Bakugo jerked away walking inside with Izuku right behind him. "What more could you possibly want to talk about? We got it all out in the open, didn't we?"

"Not really... I know there's one thing I still haven't said to you... because I'm kind of afraid of how you would react to it."

"Well that's lame," he sighed heavily. "Fine... let's go to my room then. I'll be less inclined to blast your face off there."

"Mmm right," fidgeting Izuku followed him into the elevator. He tapped his fingers nervously together, side glancing at Bakugo and going over in his mind on how he wanted to phrase what he had to say.

Once inside his room, Bakugo sat on the bed and pulled up a leg looking irritable. Izuku stood in the center of the room, still poking his fingers together.

"Alright, nerd, spit it out. I don't have all damn day."

"Right!" Izuku froze up, his body tense and face flushing. "Well uh... you see..." he separated his hands waving them around as if trying to gather his scattered thoughts. "The things I said to you the other night... well it was kinda just the tip of the ice berg."