In His Eyes

XVI

It was noon.

They were at the beach.

It was partially clouded, but still pretty bright.

And Izuku was exhausted.

He and Bakugo, as you know from the last chapter, had decided to go down to the beech to train. He had known they were going to be doing physical works out, but this was more than he had expected.

At first, it wasn't that bad. Just lugging small to medium house hold appliances, tires, and metal pieces into an old car by the end of the beech.

Then it got a little harder. Bakugo has him stack the clutter and carry them all at once. As Izuku slowly became adjusted to carrying the new weight, Bakugo (who has been along side him the entire time) started upgrading the pace. Which meant Izuku had to. The second Izuku got comfortable Bakugo went faster.

Then it got a lot harder.

"You want me to what?"

"You heard me, push the fucking washing machines."

"What are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna push the drying machines of course."

Izuku grumbled to himself and started pushing the washing machine to the truck. Bakugo was in front of him pushing the drying machine. Obviously Bakugo has more muscle than him, he's been working on his muscles longer. (Although, Izuku has a higher pain tolerance and mild heat resistance. He could probably with stand Todoroki's flames for a short while on anywhere besides his palms, feet, and crotch. His face having a much shorter time than the rest of his body, but still withstand able. He plans to lengthen these attributes, even if they're not the best. Bakugo will help, Izuku will guilt trip him.)

After successfully getting the washing machine to the broken down vehicle (vee-hic-ul (as in lull him to sleep), they came upon a dilemma. How to get the machines into the truck.

"Alright, this is what we're gonna do, you're going to lift the front, and I'll lift the back."

"But isn't the back easier Kacchan? Don't tell me your to lazy to pick up the front."

Bakugo scowled and was about to retort, but then he smiled. "I see what you're trying to do Izuku. Get over there and lift."

"Hey," Izuku said, shrugging his shoulders, "It was worth a try."

"Shadup. On the count of three."

"Who's counting? Will we lift on three or after three? What height do we lift it at? You are taller than me, so maybe somewhere right above my waist line? How will we—"

"One...Two..Three."

"O-okay then we'll just—"

He was interrupted when Bakugo lifted the washing machine to his waist line instead of Izuku's.

"How rude. What happened to being nice to the shorter guy?"

"The shorter guy got an attitude."

"Hey! FYI I've always had this attitude, you were just to much of a dick to notice."

"...Just throw it in the truck."

Time to focus on the pompom.

As Bakugo lifted the washing machine above his head and leaned it to the side, he realized Izuku always did seem to have a tiny attitude. Whether it was in the way he turned his head, or the way he spoke to himself. He always seemed to have a silver tongue. (Does that work for heads? Or is it more of a silver lining?)