Sparks

Negotiations

Denki woke to the sound of someone banging, very loudly, on his front door. His phone was ringing too, lost somewhere in the clothes scattered on his floor. He groaned, reaching down to awkwardly fumble his phone out of the pocket of the jeans he'd been wearing.

It was Bakugo calling. Oops. He ignored it, opting to answer the door first. He could always call Bakugo back later.

Denki staggered through his apartment, ass aching, back aching, hips aching. Every. Damn. Thing. Aching.

He finally made it to the door and peered through the peephole. It was Bakugo, looking like a grumpy pomeranian somebody left out in the rain. Denki opened the door, a little dumbfounded, and Bakugo barged in. "You didn't call."

"I was still asleep."

Bakugo glared at him as he slipped off his shoes. "And you didn't shower last night, and you slept in nothing but a blanket. Did you even drink any of the water I left you? Did you eat?"

Denki's cheeks flushed. "I-"

"Of course not. Shower. Now."

"Wha-"

"We're still getting coffee, idiot. We got shit to talk about."

Denki just blinked at him for a second. What the fuck was happening?

Bakugo raised an eyebrow. "You gonna get in the shower or am I gonna put you in the shower?"

Oh god. Denki licked his lips, imagining Bakugo dragging him down the hallway and-

"Make you?"

Denki snapped out of it. "What? No, I didn't-uh-"

Bakugo's eyes narrowed. Crap. Within seconds, Bakugo had scooped him up, hoisting Denki onto his shoulder with surprising ease. Denki's brain short circuited, he couldn't form a single word of protest. Moments later, he was standing in his bathroom, buck ass naked, having lost the blanket somewhere down the hall. Bakugo was fiddling with the knobs in his shower, adjusting the temperature of the water. Denki blushed, grabbing his towel off the rack and covering himself with it. "Y-you don't have to-I didn't really..."

Bakugo glanced at him, eyeing the towel. He stood up, shaking the water off his hands and drying them on Denki's towel as he walked past him. "I'll be here when you're done."

The door closed behind him and Denki exhaled, just now realizing he'd been holding his breath. Bakugo's presence somehow managed to fill whatever space he was in. It was intimidating as fuck, but also so incredibly sexy-

Denki shook his head, hanging his towel back up and stepping into the shower. Which was, of course, the perfect temperature.

Damn it.

Did Bakugo have to be so goddamn perfect?

He leaned against the shower wall, letting the water flow over his sore body. What the hell had he gotten himself into?

Denki scrubbed his hands over his face. Just deal with one thing at a time, he reminded himself. Shower, dress, then worry about Bakugo.

He took a longer shower than he normally would, taking extra care to clean himself up. Finally deciding he couldn't put it off any longer, he shut the water off, stepping onto the bath mat to dry off. He wrapped the towel around his waist and blow dried his hair, taking extra time to brush and style it. He took a deep breath and headed to his room to dress before the inevitable confrontation.

Denki froze at the door, surprised to find Bakugo in his room, digging through his closet. His dirty clothes had been picked up and put in the hamper, the bed remade, and the assortment of empty cups and water bottles cleared off his nightstand. If he checked, he'd probably find the dishes in his sink washed as well.