And Also I'm Really Scared 「kiribaku fic with deaf Bakugou au」

Chapter Twenty-Four

Bakugou's POV

"Oh my god..." Realization is visibly clear as it slowly envelopes the boy next to me.

Every single square inch of my body burns with secondhand embarrassment. It was more than just difficult to try and understand what the hell the other was trying to say, but I'm pretty sure I successfully decoded his word vomit.

It doesn't bother me that I wasn't able to hear half of what the other said, (thanks tinnitus flare up, the ever ringing in my ears is having a freaking block party in there) it doesn't bother me how hard he's squeezing my hand. What bothers me is that he just confessed while wearing freaking crocs.

And if I'm being dead honest with you; I never thought the other would recuperate my feelings. That thought had never once passed my line of thought throughout this entire ordeal of me painfully pining after him while also trying to value my career over anything.

Shoot, right, my career. Can I even have a relationship while I'm a Hero?? I mean, it's been done before throughout Pro Hero history, but most the time when two Hero's split, there's a freaking crap ton of backlash from the media.

But why should I care what the hell the media thinks? It's not like they're the ones that completely dictate what sort of Hero I am and how I handle relationships with people, and they definitely won't get ill-opinions about how I am in a relationship when they put my personality into consideration.

I'm about to go onto a self-deprecating inner-monologue-tangent about how I really need to get a hold of my freaking anger or it's just going to burn more bridges than build any, and when you're a Hero, its critical to have a few bridges. But then I remember that Kirishima freaking Eijirou just confessed to me in his freaking crocs, and I've been silent for a long enough time now.

"Crap-" I wheeze nervously and squeeze his hand back, trying not to let the silence between us go on for even longer. "... It's mutual." I let out a shaky breath and feel my shoulders ease, just a tiny bit.

"Oh my god wha t?" The redhead sits up and appears more nervous than when it was painfully silent between us.

"What do you mean what?!" I flare angrily and sit up, crossing my lets in the process. "Didn't think I'd recuperate? Idiot!" I growl and squeeze his hand; he whimpers a little at that.

"No! I mean, yea I didn't think you'd recuperate! You said you weren't gay!"

"I couldn't have been more clearly lying!"

There's a short silence between us. Another mutual understanding that maybe we had just crossed another line without warrant. But maybe this time we can move over the border instead of stammering over it like a broken record.

Then I laugh, it's was just a small chuckle at first, used to break the silence and for nothing more. But then It builds up with pure hysteria over the entirety of this moment and how weird everything was.

I mean, what? We made out In a pool and neared dangerously close to three am, didn't talk to each other for a solid three days, suddenly have to take the trash out together because our counselor had the terrible honor of catching us sneaking out, then we get in a fight, meet up at a lake and confess and suddenly everything's back to normal. I think its very evident that the writer didn't have a set plot.

It was just a bunch of short and awkward sputters of laughs until Kirishima caught onto whatever the hell I have been smoking and started laughing along. And good gracious, Heaven almighty- I missed the incredibly distant sound of his laugh and how he shakes with such joy.