The move

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His eyes widened, looking at my room "What the hell happened in here?"

"I wanted to change some things up."

He pointed at my dresser, "you're not moving that by yourself are you?"

I laughed, "I am."

"Okay okay, that's not what's happening. Tell me where you want it."

"Well that's a broad statement."

He shot me a side eye, "I mean the dresser asshole."

I sat on my bed and crossed my legs, "Didn't know dressers had those."

He gave me a dirty look. I noticed he was standing awkwardly and was holding his hand behind his back. I raised an eyebrow.

He sighed, "Hey, I uhh.. Got these"

He presented me with smashed orange roses.

I took them and stifled a laugh.

"They uhh mean friendships?"

I looked at him and laughed, "Orange roses are sincerity, passion and excitement. If you were going for friendship you should've gotten yellow."

He looked at the ground, "I'm gonna kill him."

I put my hand on his shoulder, "Easy there firework, I love them. Thank you."

I got out a small vase I had and put them on my shelf, "perfect"

"Yeah" he responded and he was staring at me. 

It made me slightly uncomfortable but I shook it off. He was talking about the flowers. I rolled my eyes and went to move my dresser.

"Hey dumbass, let me do this" He gently pushed me out of the way.

I watched as he moved my dresser against the wall. He looked at me with his eyebrows raised. I raised mine back.

"What are you enjoying the show or something?"

I shrugged, "Just that I want the dresser on that wall."

He rolled his eyes and moved my dresser where I told him. After some redirection and cussing, my room was done. Bakugo plopped himself on my bed next to me. We laid side by side staring at the ceiling.

"Now what?" He asked

"20 questions." I said,

"You first."

"Why'd you come here?"

He paused looking at my wing, "Are you in pain?"

" I won't be able to fly for a bit though, which sucks but no pain."

"Why did you cover for me?"

"This isn't how this game works, Katsuki." I laughed,

"I have never played this game. I was under the impression that it involves questions, whether or not I answer them is up to me."

Smartass.

"That's definitely not how this game works" I laughed harder

"Answer."

"Whether or not I answer your questions is up to me," I said in a mocking tone

"Ok. Why are you annoying?" he snapped back

"Why are you a brat?" I sneered

He paused and took a different tone, "Who was the note from."

That one threw me.

"Why did you blast me?" I fired back after a moment.

Awkward silence fell between us.

"Why is it so hard to talk to you?" He asked a moment later

"Why are you afraid to?"

"Why don't you go to the commons to hang out with anyone?"

"Why don't you?"

"When are you going to answer my questions?"

"When you answer one of mine."

"I don't know."

I looked at him, "You don't know what."

"That is my answer for all of the above. I just don't know." he looked back at me, "Your turn"

I stared back at the ceiling. "That's not good enough."

"Ok lets start over then, you first."

"ok...Why did you come here?"

He sighed, "To make sure you were okay."

"Why did you blast me?"

"I felt something I never have before and before you ask, I don't know what it is. I am focused on being the best, but-" he gathered his thoughts, "I felt frustrated because I am distracted. Who was the note from"

I sighed, "You could say a former flame."

"There was something with it too wasn't there?"

Bakugo could be a hard-head, but his attention to detail was astounding, "Yes a ring."

"Oh" is all he said

"Do you think I'm distracting you?"

He looked really lost in thought, "Not in a bad way but yes. My goals have changed from what I had established from the beginning of the year" His locked eyes with me, "Were you thinking about him when you were with me?"

His gaze was intense and I felt small. His face was so close to mine. "No" I whispered. It was true. Dabi hadn't crossed my mind when I was with Bakugo. Part of me felt whole with him near me. I didn't expect to find that with anyone else.

"Were you thinking of anyone else?"

He laughed while he caressed my cheek, "No, just your dumbass" 

He looked at my lips. I closed the gap and kissed him. 

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