♧Flower Power♧ /BakuDeku/

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Finally it was time for dinner, Bakugo looked down at his bowl, which was straight up confusing him.

Didn't he just see Deku bake the vegetables? He swirled the soup around, looking at the small chopped veggies.

There was some other smell in the air and it really wasn't fitting in with the smell of the soup in front of him.

"Well? You are going to try it, aren't you Kacchan?" Dekus face was hopeful, which was enough apperently.

It at least made a deflated Bakugo take a weak sip of his kryptonite soup. And upon the first spoonful the look on Bakugo's face was a first for him.

His eyes widened and his mouth turned into some kind of surprised expression. After a second you could even say he was smiling.

"This isn't bad." The opposite of Bakugos mean voice stated.

"Really?! No way youre just saying that." Deku smiled wide.

"I don't detest this." Bakugo was just seriously confused at this point. Somehow vegetables taste like pork miso soup.

"Uh-huhhhh.." Deku gave Bakugo a worried look.

"I don't want to throw up right now."

Deku looked down at his bowl. "I think I broke Kacchan."

"I don't think I hate you" Bakugo turned to with a small smile. Dekus face dropped, into a look of surprise. Then, he just stared at Bakugo with wide eyes.

0000 two weeks later.

It's too humid out here

Deku was on Kacchan's porch, the air around him giving off a bad aura.

He had been helping Kacchan get better for the past few weeks, now, officially he can go back to work in a few days. It was bittersweet.

I've been too naive as always. I have had too much fun with Kacchan. I forgot my place.

Deku looked at his hands and grinned. It was off-kilter. The smile spoke stories of internal conflict. He really hadn't been like this, not really since middle school. He felt like an underling. He still wanted to be like Kacchan, even after all this time?

I thought I had made my peace, when I established my own store. I made something of myself. Do I still think there's a chance in hell I could develop powers? No amount of exercise and training will change that I'm weak.

Me and Kacchan could never live on the same wavelength. He's a hero, I'm not.

Deku dropped the grin. "Huh, self deprication still sucks just as much as it did in middle school."

Deku knew thinking down on himself does nothing; it just accomplishes making him feel bad. At least when he used to train everyday he felt like he might be getting somewhere.

I can do something about this. If I wanna be with Kacchan. I can make my own way, no need to hope needlessly that I will just develop a quirk. Though I need to be good enough, for him. This is Kacchan I'm talking about, no way he'll have a simple florist as even a friend.

At least thats what I kept telling myself that night, when I left Kacchan's apartment with nothing but determination to prove myself worthy, not just to Kacchan but myself.