Bakugou POV
I couldn't fall asleep. Not after that. Definitely not after today either. I'm going to probably get serious PTSD from this shit. I look over to see Deku facing away from me in a cute balled shape position. I put my hand on his soft fluffy hair and ruffled it. I didn't know what I was doing. I'm supposed to hate the nerd, aren't I? I first look over at my now dirtied up and bloody school uniform. I then looked over my arm which was still quite sore, I wouldn't admit, nor show. Finally, I took a good long look at that chest. Did he really mean what he said? What kind of lame confession was that? I slightly laughed to myself as I turned myself over to face the same direction of Deku.
"Kacchan." I heard a small quiet voice, delicate as a bunny call me out.
"Hah, got a nightmare, nerd?" I snickered.
"Yeah, a nightmare where you don't be quiet. " he interjected in an irritated tone. He then turned around to face me directly. I felt certian warmth cover my body as we made contact. It wasn't the warmth of the covers, that was for sure. This was... a different kind of warmth.
"Don't be a smartass, dummy Deku." I mocked as I flicked his small nose. I couldn't tell you what I was feeling at the moment to go this far of being, ' nice ' to him. Is it guilt? Pity? Something else?
"Hey, Kacchan?"
"Yeah, Deku?"
"Remember the first time I reached out to grab your hand for our first dance, but you strictly refused? Why do you choose to grab my hands now?" He said obviously sticking his nose where he shouldn't of.
"Dunno, just feel like it now-a-days. You think I'm incapable of doing it?" I ask rhetorically snapping back at his question.
"Ah... no. It just makes me...happy."
Blush was slowly appearing upon us. It felt as such a bond was forming.
"Kacchan." Deku spoke once more.
"Yes, Deku?" I responded not ready to answer the next series of 20 questions he has going for me.
"Promise me something."
"Hm?"
"Promise me, we'll become the best dancers...together. If something happens to me though; promise me that you'll be one of the greatest dancers for me." He said starring at the bright gold star like ceiling.
"What are you even talking about, Deku? I'm becoming the best of the best with or without you. Even though, I rather you being up there with me." I whispered the last part to myself so he was unable to hear it. I would have to admit, he's the only competition I would ever prefer to have. Anyone else would just be too simple. Losing him would be like losing a vape, not being able to feed that addiction. He's just too hard to let go of.
"Deku, speaking of which... Who were those bugs who kidnapped you today?" I really didn't know how to bring up the topic earlier. Maybe this is the best time...?
"Honestly, Kacchan I wish I knew, too. I think I was more afraid for you then I was afraid of them. " Deku covered his !with while giggling again. God his laugh is the cutest.
"Couldn't let them take you away from me." I smuggling go off with my ego at its highest. Deku looked over at me with his lips quivering and blush plastered on his round face. Oh no, I just realized what I just said. I quickly pull the cover over his head hiding my embarrassment from him.
Che, he knew what I meant.
I made a poker face while a rosy blush traveled on my face. There is that warm fuzzy feeling again."U-um K-Kacchan..." Deku's smooth hand took grasp of my own. "Maybe I did have a nightmare. " He nuzzled his face into my chest. Yeah right, nerd. Good excuse.
Somehow, I didn't mind him clinging slightly onto me.My eyelids slowly got heavy and I drifted in a peaceful sleep. The best sleep I've ever had in my lifetime.
Hopefully nothing more happens to us. Hopefully we can both be at peace for just this moment.
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