The day hadn't really begun yet, and Bakugou had lost Izuku's room faster than Napoleon's campaign from Russia.

Izuku awoke with a sense of emptiness. He doesn't even know if his Kacchan was here. He would have known it by the smell of caramel, but now everything smells like him. Sweet caramel.

He couldn't take it anymore and got up. Quietly but quickly, he arrived at his friend's room.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked as he closed the door behind him.

Bakugou had just changed into his uniform. As soon as Izuku spoke, he stopped. He looked at him blankly. What's that nerd talking about? Anyway, how did he come up with such nonsense? He always comes up with something new, his creativity must be acknowledged. He pulled on his shirt and sat on the bed.

"Should I be?" He raised an eyebrow and grinned. He loves Izuku when he does this, but now he'd rather give him one fist.

"You didn't come to see me." He said softly. Suddenly he just softened. Yeah, that's what Bakugou's eyes do to him. He can't be mad at him for long, Katsuki always irones it with one sweet mouth or a bear hug.

"I just left, I have training." The blond began to defend himself, rising again. He moved quickly to his boy. He was only a little away from him.

Midoriya suddenly seems to know what to say. Bakugou stands so close that he can feel the warmth of his breath. He shifted his gaze from his eyes to his lips. His heart went crazy, he stopped thinking rationally. Now only his lips exist for him. Only Kacchan can do this to him. He never understood how and doesn't think he will ever be. But he doesn't mind.

The blonde noticed what he was concentrating on. He licked his lips provocatively and then bit into them.

"What? Would you like to taste it? "He asked with an amused undertone. He enjoys this. To tease and make fun of Izuku, who wouldn't like it?

The squirrel just nodded enchantingly. He still didn't take his eyes off his lips. He can't help himself, he's entitled to it, isn't he? Bakugou's lips are his property now, aren't they? He has the right to kiss her boy!

One of them, it doesn't matter which one, leaned over and filled the small space between them. His lips touched his lips and his heart began to beat with the same rhythm, souls intertwined. Hot hands warmed cold cheeks, cold fingers rubbed against the glowing skin under his shirt.

Bakugou interrupted it all. "Satisfied?" He licked his lips and ran his thumb gently over the lips he was kissing.

"For now." The freckled boy exhaled and pulled away slightly, making room at the door.

"Don't worry, I'll make it up to you after school." He promised him and tousled his already tousled hair. He left his room and the boy who remained in it.

For both of them, a new day begins with the same end, in each other's arms, with hot kisses and heartbeats.

"I hope so." He exhaled softly into the empty room. He just sat on his bed for a moment and hugged the caramel-scented pillow.

Now he doesn't want to go to school at all.

He finally arrived at the class a few moments in front of the teacher. He crawled into his bench and stared blankly out the window, but as he began to discuss important things, he began to take notes. After all, it's still Midoriya.