Is that a fret ? [ Bakudeku performing Arts Au]

Chapter 17

Deku stirred in kacchan's arm, slowly regaining the strength to open up his delicate eyes. His stomach pain had only grew numb with time, slowly dying out with the stress. Deku knew he shouldn't have pushed himself so hard just for a performance, but he was a little bit disappointed with himself. He thought he was getting better with his movement, he thought he body was finally on the last hurdle of a full recovery, guess he was wrong. His eyes flickered open only to be met with stunning crimson red ones. The freckled boy expected to be shouted at for being careless, as kacchan was very adamant that his health should always come first. However, to his weak surprise, the blond boy's face was laced with a soft proudness, looking down at him with such loving embrace.

"Are you feeling better ?" Bakugo asked softly, "we're on our way back to the greenroom, but if you just want to be left alone, we can go somewhere else." He softly smiled, wishing he could stroke that mop of hair out of the little one's face. Deku, who's eyes were dazed and confused, pensively thought for a moment. Though he knew the right decision was to have time alone to regain his baring, he also realised that his excitable friends would be eager to check on his wellbeing. Furthermore, he believed that maybe their bouncy wholesome energy would wake him up a bit and help him forget about the lingering pain around his abdomen. He smiled at the though of his excitable friends, looking up at he blond with his eyes half open.

"I'll be fine, let's go see the others." He whispered softly. Kacchan accepted to boy's request with no hesitation, he deserved to have his friends fawn over him after that astonishing performance and besides, they can't keep running from their classmates forever. He carried on walking in his direction, though his motion was slow, giving deku ample room for him to wake up a bit. Deku only just gathered the fact they he was being held bridal style, his head still dangling off kacchan's arm. He attempted to lift himself up a bit, gently positioning his own head on the blond as chest. He felt a blush creep from the sides of his freckled cheek, kacchan seemed to be very good at making deku feel flustered.

"You were amazing by the way. you determined little bun always seem to be able to be so captivating." Kacchan spoke with a low loving tone. He grip tightened, the way he was holding him, felt exactly how he was when he was running in the woods on that faithful night at the training camp. Of course, this was different from carrying him when he was black and blue, but for some reason that memory flashed into his head. Maybe it was the way he felt so limp in his arms, he didn't really want to think about it in depth. Deku could feel the inner turmoil within kacchan, but was too blinded by the genuine words he had just given him. His blush only grew and he used the last of his energy to cling into the other's shirt, burying his head into his chest. Bakugo laughed at this adorable sight, some things never change, he would always be a flustered little brat.

As they were about to enter their greenroom after mentally preparing themselves to be met with their friends bright faces, the door suddenly slammed open. They were instead met with a pale looking iida, seemingly ignoring their existence and ran past them in a panicked state. Both boys stood there in shock, seeing their usually rational class president storm off with so much animosity. As both boys stood their puzzled, they were finally greeted with a familiar friendly face.

"Bakubro! Midobro! You guys did awesome! The way you performed was so manly!!" Kirishima shouted, even though he was only at arm length away. The two at questioned sighed, glad to see that nothing had really changed since before. They shook off the weird 'interaction' with iida, though deku seems more focused and worried than bakugo. The blond walked in the room, being met with more of their excitable classmates. They noticed deku's weak state and unhesitatingly stood up from the couch to let deku rest. He was feeling better, though he knew his wounds would be saw for a little bit for such a sudden collapse. He tried to sit up as soon as kacchan gently laid him down, but was forcefully pushed back down by the same previously gentle guy. He sighed, knowing that bakugo would just stubbornly keep him in place, he stayed put. Nevertheless, he didn't expect to find himself still incredibly exhausted, he felt his eye lids go heavy. Bakugo sat on the floor beside him, gently playing with the small ones hair as he dozed of, completely ignoring Kaminari's and Kirishima's insidious loud celebratory greeting. Bakugo was content on answering all of the class' questions about what happened in his perspective, baring in mind he gave quick and to the point answers. He even found himself thanking the group for their compliments, making the class finally realise that he to was probably tired. Without his control, he rested his head next to the sleeping ones face, his neck obviously in a painful position. He followed deku into a blissful slumber, reaching for the small ones hand as he drifted asleep.