(Sin)namon Rolls

Chapter 8: Fake News

A/N: there are a couple zesty moments in this one so be warned it's a lil steamy aha
•••
     Due to a series of ill-advised decisions made the previous night, my abilities to make eye contact with Bakugo and sit comfortably on hard surfaces had been lost.
     I woke up that morning, not on the couch, not in Bakugo's bed, but on the goddamn pool table. A single white towel was draped vertically over me.
     Oh. I was also bare-assed naked. Nice.
    I tried to sit up. I hissed in discomfort. My hips jolted off the table spastically.
     "Ow, fuck. My ass."
     I froze.
     Realization smacked me in the face with a crowbar.
     I gasped.
     "My ass!" I whispered harshly to myself.
     To be completely honest, up until that moment I'd thought what happened last night had been a dream. Getting railed by a certain blonde demon on just about every surface possible on the bottom two floors of the house seemed far too similar to my daydreams to have actually happened.
     I hadn't intended to set Bakugo off as intensely as I did. The second he came through the front door, I slammed his back to it and kissed him like my life depended on it, but that wasn't what did it. It was what I'd said afterwards.
     "What was UA's motto again? Something about... going beyond? How 'bout you show me what that really means, number one hero."
     That was what prompted him to spin me around, shove me chest-first into the door, and yank my sweatpants and briefs down my thighs in one sharp tug.
     I wasn't sure why those couple sentences were what made him go fully feral, but within mere minutes I was being drilled against the window by a madman. After the window, the couch. After the couch, the dining room table. The kitchen counter. The staircase. The gym floor. In the hot tub. Then finally, the pool table, where I inevitably collapsed from exhaustion.
     And so there I was. My ass: sore. The person responsible: missing.
     I sighed. I looked around the basement to scan the area for any clothing items of mine. After regretfully accepting my fate, I bunched up the towel in my hands and slid myself towards the edge of the pool table. I lifted my hips up and maneuvered myself off of the table. I pinched the ends of the towel together at my waist and waddled over to the stairs.
     I reached the top of the staircase at the same time that Bakugo was stepping off the bottom of the stairs that went up to the top floor. We bumped into each other. I placed a hand on his chest to catch myself.
      "Hi," he said.
      "Hey."
      "You, uh... feeling... alright?"
      "My ass hurts."
      Bakugo smiled devilishly.
     "Good," he said.
     He walked past me.
     "Kacchan, I need clothes," I called after him.
     "No, you don't."
     "Thanks, but I'm not sitting around your house alone all day naked."
     "But you would if I was here?"
     "If you wanted me to."
     "That's hot."
     "Don't you have somewhere to be?"
     "Yeah."
     "Hero stuff?"
     "Hero stuff."
     "I'm gonna steal something from your closet, 'kay?"
     "Pfft. Like you haven't been doing that for the past week. Whatever. Knock yourself out."
     "Appreciate it, gorgeous."
     "What did I say about the nicknames?"
     "Uh, something along the lines of, 'Oh, fuck yeah, baby. Say it again. Say it again. Oh, Deku! Oh—'"
     "Alright, shut up!"
     "You like it."
     "Yeah. Too much. Why do you think I'm telling you not to use them?"
     "Oh, it turns you on, huh?"
     "Nuh-uh. We're not doing that right now."
     "Aw. Why not?"
     "Because I have to go to work!"
     "And you're gonna go without taking care of that first?"
     I nodded at the bulge in his jeans.
     "Go fuck yourself."
     "Fuck me yourself, coward."
     "I can't!"
     "Yes, you can."
     "I have patrol!"
     "So? It's just patrol."
     Bakugo groaned in irritation.
     "You're lucky you're cute," he said.
     I couldn't help but blush. Compliments were few and far between with Bakugo, and most of them were given during our more heated moments. I was caught off guard not only by the fact that he'd given me one at all in a situation that wasn't sexual, but especially one so wholesome.
     "Fuckin' dork," he grumbled with a dismissive wave of his hand.
     He headed towards the foyer.
     "Bye, sexy!"
     "I'll kill you in your sleep!" he replied with a mockingly cheery tone.
•••
     After showering and raiding Bakugo's closet, I headed downstairs with the intention of utilizing the gym. About halfway down the steps to the basement, my phone started to ring.
Bakugo...
     Gee, I wonder what this could be about.
     I switched my - well, Bakugo's, but for the moment it was mine - drawstring bag and water bottle into one hand to take my phone out of my pocket. I flipped it open and held it to my ear.
     "H—"
     "Don't answer the door!"
     "You already told me not to answer the door, Kacchan."
     "I fucking know that, you fucking imbecile!"
    Ooh, a three-syllable word! His reading level usually went down when he was this mad. I didn't know it was possible for him to grow so incensed that his vocabulary actually improved.
     "Breathe, honey. Breathe."
     "I told you to fuck off with the pet names!"
     "Did you? Oh. My bad."
     Bakugo eloquently replied with incoherent yelling.
     "Is something wrong?" I asked when he'd stopped shouting long enough for me to get a word in.
     "No. No, everything's great. Fucking great. Fantastic. I'm having the best day of my goddamn life! Why the hell would something be wrong?!"
     "Kacchan."
     "WHAT?!"
Damn. That one made my ears ring.
     I let a few beats of silence go by.
     "What's wrong?" I asked flatly.
     "I don't... I can't... I don't have time to tell you. Just... don't go outside. Don't answer the fucking door. Don't watch the news."
     "Wait, why can't I watch the news?"
     "Just don't. I'll explain when I get home. Okay?"
     I didn't answer.
    "Deku?"
    "Yeah. I got it."
    "I'm sorry."
    "What? You're sorry? Why? Kacchan, what's going on?"
    "I'm just sorry."
    "What does that mean?"
    "I have to go. I... I'll see you later."
    "...Okay."
    I deserved an Oscar for that performance.
•••
   "Zero—"
     "Don't call me Zero."
     "Ground Zero—"
     "There you go."
     "Mr. Ground Zero, sir, please... can you explain the photo that leaked onto the Internet last night?"
     "It's fake."
     "We have reason to believe it isn't."
     "Oh, yeah? What reason is that?"
     "W-well, our- our experts..."
     "Your experts?"
     "Yes, sir. Our... we have experts who-who analyzed—"
     "Jesus Christ. Spit it out."
     "They analyzed the photo and determined it to be authentic."
    "Well, as the person in the [BLEEP]ing picture, I think they should check again, 'cause I don't remember [BLEEP]ing a dude last night."
    He told me not to turn the news on, but there was simply no way I was going to miss gold like that. Scandal was ensuing. Social media users were coming up with theories. Bakugo was imploding.
    All in all, this was a job well done.
•••
     Bakugo didn't get back until almost midnight. When I jogged into the foyer, he was sitting on the ground with his back to the door. Most days, he changed out of his hero costume before arriving home, but not today. The gauntlets were off, the top few buttons of the suit were open and his mask was pushed up to his hairline. He glanced at me, then rolled his eyes and looked away. I sat down next to him, wincing slightly as I did so.
    "Talk to me," I said softly.
     "You won't like what I have to say."
     "I watched the news."
     "I thought you would."
     "I'm not upset, Kacchan."
     "Easy for you to say. Your face isn't in the picture."
     "It could have been photoshopped. That's a solid explanation."
     "Nobody's buying that."
     I frowned at him.
    "You'll get through this. People will forget eventually."
     "They won't. Rumors about my sexuality have been going around since I was sixteen. People love shit like this. This isn't gonna go away."
     "One day it will."
     "You haven't been through this a thousand fucking times like I have. It never goes away. Just when I think that I'm safe... that it's over, it comes back. It comes back and it brings more shit with it. I can't run from it anymore. I can't keep this up. I have to face it. But I'm not ready to. I don't want this to... I just- I... I don't want my life to be over."
     He was really putting up a fight against those tears.
     "Your life isn't over."
     "Not yet."
     "You're incredible. Something like this isn't going to undo everything you've done to get where you are."
     "Stop saying shit like that."
     "Like what?"
     "Stop being so fucking nice. I don't deserve it. I don't deserve... you. I never have. I never understood why you kept coming back. ...Why did you come back, Deku? Why, after all these years, did you come back... to me?"
     Tears started to fall down his face. I pulled him into my arms. He clutched the front of my shirt. I combed my fingers through his hair.
     "You're the strongest person I've ever known," I whispered. "I came back because I needed that... I needed you. I need you."
I need you... in that outfit.
     Why am I horny? He's crying. Get yourself together, Deku.
     "I'm such a dick to you," he said.
     "I know."
     "Then why do you put up with it?"
     "I like you."
     "What is this?" He sniffled. "The fuckin' third grade?"
     "I like you as a person. I think you're amazing."
     "That's gay."
     "You do know we've had sex multiple times, right?"
     Bakugo lifted his head. He blinked at me a few times. He let out a sad sigh and leaned forward to kiss me. I gently covered the hand on my face with my own. He pulled away to gaze into my eyes again.
     "You're a pain in the ass," he murmured. "You drive me insane. Sometimes you make me want to throw myself into traffic. But you're... god, you're so fuckin' pretty, Izuku."
Stop blushing. This is an act. It's not real.
     "I- I am?"
     "Don't make me say it again."
     "I didn't know you felt that way."
     "I've always felt that way."
     "Then why did you... why didn't you say that? Why did you wait until now?"
     "I didn't know what a crush was when I was younger."
     "You're adorable."
     "Say that shit again and I'll end your bloodline."
     "You're so cute when you threaten my life."
     "What are we doing, Deku?"
     "I think this is a hug."
     "No, douchebag. I mean... what are we?"
Okay. Big moment here. Don't screw this up.
     "What do you want us to be?"
     "I don't care. I just want you."
     I smiled. I cupped his face in my hands and pressed our lips together. Initially innocent kisses quickly became fervent and insistent. His lips moved away from my face to my neck.
    Double victory for Deku.
    I'd won full ownership of this man's heart and his dick.
    Before long, I'd be able to add his life to that list.