I'm pretty proud of the title! hue hue ;p
After the series of dramatic events that had happened Midoriya Izuku and his classmates, the U.A. High school board had decided to make the students live inside the school perimeter in dedicated dormitories.
So Deku and Kacchan had been living under the same roof for a few weeks now, and things were going pretty much like they were before.
Bakugou, in an attempt to keep his mind sane, tried his best to avoid Deku.
One morning, the boys were getting ready for school. Deku has the habit to get up early since his training with All Might and was actually glad he did, since he could enjoy a little privacy as he took he shower.
Bakugou got up early too, and he seemed a little out of it that morning, clearly tired from those difficult classes he had the day before. So he entered the bathroom, simply in shorts, with his eyes still pretty much closed. He was greeted by someone, he didn’t really see who and entered one of the shower booths.
“Ah! Bakugou wait! In here is…” the person, who was actually Kirishima, shouted; but was ignored by the spiky-haired boy. “Oh well… have fun then…”
Kirishima left the room, slamming the door behind him.
Bakugou started taking his shorts off when he suddenly realized there was noise next to him. Waking up a bit more, he turned his gaze to the side to see a frozen Deku standing at the end of the booth. The freckled boy was under the shower stream, currently shampooing his curly hair, and stared at Kacchan with wide eyes.
Bakugou’s eyes unconsciously travelled down Deku’s naked body, along the water dripping down his pale skin. Bakugou gulped hard as he took in every detail.
“K- Kacchan…?” Deku called as he covered his groin, a blush now covering his face.
Katsuki jumped at his name and gasped. “S-shit!” he exclaimed.
He put his shorts back on, rushed out of the booth and of the bathroom and hurried back to his room. He collapsed on the floor as soon as his door was closed, panting heavily.
“I was finally able to forget…” he cried, squeezing his eyes.
Behind his eyelids, he remembered the pink nipples glistening with humidity… the inviting round posterior…
“That’s not fair…” he grumbled as he slipped a hand in his shorts…
While Kacchan took care of his hard on, Deku was still under the shower, completely dazed by what had just happened. He covered a hand on his lips and blushed as a flash of his friend’s bulging member came back to his mind.
“Did he just… get hard at me…?” he pondered.
Until a few weeks ago, Midoriya had forgotten about what happened when Kacchan had visited him when he was sick. He just knew about it because his mother told him. But now he remembered everything: the kiss and the…
“Ugh…” Deku moaned, crouching down. “Not now…” he begged, trying to resist the throbbing sensation at his backside.
After the memories came back, Deku was really confused, he didn’t understand why Bakugou would do such a thing…
“He hates me, right…?” he kept thinking at first.
But then he realized that the “incidents” had happened too often to just be hazardous. First with the candy, then in his bedroom, and at the infirmary…
Deku came back to his room after the shower and sat on his bed, deep in his thoughts. Why…? He tried to go back in time and think about something that could explain his friend’s behaviour.
A knock on his door disrupted his reflection, “Deku! Hurry up, classes will start soon!”
“Ah yes, I’ll be right there!”
Izuku grabbed his backpack and stepped out of his room. He walked in the entranceway of the dormitories and noticed that Bakugou was standing there, probably waiting from Kirishima.
Their eyes met and Bakugou’s intense stare made Izuku’s heart skip a beat. His eyes. Kacchan always watched him with those piercing eyes…
At some point he saw Bakugou’s stare move down a bit, then back up. The mere movement made Deku’s skin shiver. And a slight blush appeared on Kachhan’s face as he realized what he just did.
“Tsk” Kacchan clicked his tongue.
He turned around and left the building in a hurried pace.
“Ah wait for me Bakugou!” Kirishima called behind him.
Deku started following them, a few steps behind. He kept gazing at Bakugou’s back. The images kept flashing and flashing in Izuku’s mind; and finally the idea settled:
“Does he…??” Deku stammered, eyes wide, before covering his mouth.
Bakugou turned his head around, once again placing his piercing gaze on Deku. The latter felt his heart pulse quickly in his chest and his face flushed bright red.
“Oh my god…!” he exclaimed, finally able to decipher Kacchan’s attitude with him.