Casually Living Together(Bakudeku)

Chapter 6: Worries

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Deku's POV

    "Hey, Deku! Welcome back!" A girl with shoulder length brown hair and a round face waves to me.
     "Uraraka!" I shout back, jogging up to the door of the agency that she holds open. Her pink and black uniform hugs her body but pools out in her legs and wrists. It has the same brand mark, two dots, as Kacchan's. I quickly shake my brain of any thoughts of the blonde boy.
    Uraraka shakes a finger at me, "When we're outside while working, you have to call me Uravity!"
    I scratch my head with a nervous smile, "Ah, right. Sorry." She waves off my apology and we enter the building together.
"Anyways, I'm glad you survived your first weekend living with Bakugo," she jokes.
I chuckle, "Yeah, it's certainly been eventful." I think back to all that has happened. It really has been a wild weekend.
Her smile fades from her rosy cheeks as she searches my face for answers about my vague response. "Is everything alright? Are you and Bakugo not getting along?" She worriedly asks as we climb the staircase. Our agency office is located in a building that rents out floor by floor. We have to go all the way to the third floor.
"I mean we have actually been getting along relatively well," I say before adding, "Other than the occasional bickering, but that's normal when it comes to Kacchan." The rail is rusty under my hand, and the overall building is pretty dingy looking as we reach the second floor.
"So if it's not that why do you seem to be bothered by something?" Uraraka asks.
    "It's just.." I hesitate. Will I sound weird? "Well, this morning he left before I even woke up. No goodbye or anything. I guess I'm just worried that he's mad at me or something," I explain.
    "Huh, that's weird. Is there any reason why he'd be mad at you?" Uraraka asks.
I flush, thinking about how I bravely took the risk of snuggling up to him last night. I shake my head quickly, "Not that I can think of. It's probably just me being worried over nothing."
She gives me a look with one eyebrow raise but sighs. "Ok. I guess you'll just have to talk to him."
"Yeah," I respond, running my hand up and down my arm. We go silent just as we get to the top floor. I hold open the door for Uraraka and she thanks me. The room is filled with desks. Three for us heroes, and three for our dispatch employees. Our co-founder and friend Todoroki is already inside and talking to one of our employees. He's already in his hero uniform as well.
His shirt and pants are a deep blue with red and white accessories. He wears white boots with it. The whole theme fits well with his features, especially with his half white half red hair and one blue eye with a dark red scar surrounding it.
    The three of us together make a great team. Between my power quirk and Todoroki's fire and ice we've got a strong hold against villains. We are all trained in combat, but Todoroki and I make up for most of it while Uraraka is better for disasters and evacuation with her anti-gravity quirk.
Uraraka and I wave to our coworker, and he waves back. Todoroki finishes up his conversation before excusing himself to come over.
   "Uraraka, Midoriya, good morning," he greets in his usual stoic voice.
   "Morning!" Uraraka and I reply in sync, making us chuckle. Todoroki smiles at us, but then his eyes turn to me.
   "Midoriya, where is your uniform?" He asks, noticing my casual clothing.
    "Oh!" I say, almost forgetting. "I left it here so it didn't get lost in the move. I'll go change really quick!" I quickly rush off to my desk where I left my uniform, and then on to the bathroom to change.
   It doesn't take me long and I emerge shortly after. "Ready now!" I call, meeting back with Todoroki and Uraraka.
    "Todoroki says that there are no immediate calls to answer so we can just head out on patrol. We'll split up and do our normal routes until we get a call!" Uraraka explains. Todoroki nods along.
   "Sounds good!" With that, we head out to keep the city safe. The craziness of my job helps to keep my worries about Kacchan out of my head, but at some point I will have to go home. And the day goes by faster than I would have liked.

     And now here I stand, nervous to enter my own home. Slowly, I wrap my fingers around the door knob and twist. The door creaks open. I step inside, and everything seems peaceful for a minute. "Kacchan, I'm home," I call. Silence answers me. Maybe he is mad. Or he went out of the house.
    I walk down the entry hall and around the corner. Kacchan is in the kitchen, standing at the stove in an apron. I stand there, waiting for Kacchan to react or something. "Go change; dinner will be ready soon," he commands without even turning to look at me.
I gulp. He's definitely irritated with me. With a sigh, I make my way to my room to change out of my hero uniform. I hang it up in my closet, taking longer than I probably should. I chew my lip nervously as I look out towards the hallway. Finally, I get the courage to go out to the dining room. Kacchan is putting the food on the table when I come out.
"Help me set the table," Kacchan says when our eyes meet. Grabbing plates and forks, I do what he says. We sit down, and eat in silence for a while. I can hardly taste the meal over my thoughts.
Is he really mad at me? Is it because of what I did last night? Or something else? Should I say something?
"Just fucking say something if you want to!" Kacchan suddenly yells. I'm confused until I realize I've been mumbling. My face immediately sets on fire. I really need to work on that habit.
I fumble for words and stutter out, "Um, w-well... Kacchan... are you... mad at me?" I finally get the words out and close my eyes preparing for the worst.
"Hah???" My head whips up at that response. "What the hell makes you think that?" he asks.
    I wave my hands and sputter, "Um well, it's just that this morning, you left without even saying good bye or anything and then you seemed angry and didn't respond when I came home." I know I'm rambling, but I didn't expect him to not know. I make sure to leave out snuggling up to him last night too.
    Kacchan stares at me, face twitching. "Idiot!" He scolds. Pushing up to his feet, he reaches across the table to flick me in the forehead. I put my hands up to the spot where he got me with an ow. "If I was mad, I would be yelling at you! You should know this by now!" He very loudly explains.
    Still holding my forehead, I question, "So then, you're mad now?"
    "Yes!" He answers then corrects, "No!" Kacchan collapses into his chair with a groan of frustration. He leans back, staring at the ceiling, with a hand thrown dramatically over his face. "Look, I didn't mean to sound angry at you when you came home. I just had a stressful day, okay?" A hint of red can just barely be detected on his pale cheeks under his fingers.
    "But what about this morning?" I press, still confused.
    Kacchan finally looks at me, his blush growing deeper. "I," he hesitates. "I didn't want to wake-." Figuring out what he's going to say, I smile happily at him as he talks and Kacchan recoils. "I didn't want to deal with your stupid face!" He shouts, blush now spanning from ear to ear. "Now eat your food already!"
   I laugh and dig my fork in. As long as he's not mad at me.

    As we are about to go to bed, I hesitate. We're already snuggled under the covers, and that longing for the warmth of being in Kachan's arms pulls at me again. I just am not sure if I should risk it again. Kacchan hadn't seemed to notice before, but the fear of him being angry at me for it makes me question if it's worth the risk again. I stare at his back in the dark, just able to make out the outline of his body and iconic spiky hair.
    I tentatively reach toward him, but stop just short of laying my hand on his arm. When Kacchan rolls over, I retreat so fast I almost fall off the bed. He catches my hand just in time.
   "So that's what you were actually worrying about," Kacchan remarks.
    I try to form words to explain myself with some sort of excuse, but only empty syllables come out.
   "Oh, shut up and come here, nerd." He says, yanking me forward. Before I know it, I'm up against Kacchan's chest while his arms wrap around my torso. My hands are balled up in his shirt, and his sweet caramel scent sends me into bliss. Shock fills me, but I decide that I can't be dreaming when the feel of his arms around me feels so real. I quickly relax, a small smile resting on my face. And somehow I can picture Kacchan smiling as well.

It was a short but cute chapter! Hope you enjoyed! Things will start picking up soon! Soon! SOOOONNNNNN! MUAHAHAHAHA!! Sorry, got a little excited lol. Anyways I'll see you guys next time! :D