The group trudged their way into the backstage and down the stage placing their masks into the clothing bins and wiping their sweaty faces.

“Jesus did we seriously have to go for the masks-” Kirishima whined.

“Stop whining shitty hair,” Bakugo snapped. Kaminari was falling behind the group and Mina was yawning. They walked to the end of the hallway and disappeared into their private rooms for a break. Izuku was waiting in Katsuki’s private room and jumped when the door opened. Katsuki sighs and sits down on the vanity chair rummaging through the drawers for an energy bar and then the mini-fridge for an energy drink. He moves back and to the couch where Izuku was sitting, trembling. 

“Izuku you’re up for Act Two and there’s no whining about it” Katsuki sighed, placing an arm on Izuku’s shoulder. Izuku can’t hide the fact he’s blushing and shifts closer to him. 

“Kacchan?” Izuku muttered. Bakugo grunted. Izuku gulped. 

“I like you. Not like friends. Romantically” Izuku sighed, his eyes welling up with tears at the silence. Katsuki revolted and moved away till there was a good gap between them. 

Izuku stands up and pulls his hoodie on, then moving to the door, grabbing his phone and sliding his crocs onto his feet before shutting the door and disappearing into the hallway. He walks down the hall and out the back door onto the bustling street of New York city, tears splashing down his face reaching over and plugging his earbuds in. He continues walking out onto the roads and dissociates on the road and doesn’t realize a car was coming his way and it was beeping at him. He hears the beep and snaps his neck to the side and the car runs him over, making him black out against the gravel. 

He’s out for a good three hours. 

He wakes up to the steady beeping of a monitor on the side of him, breathing slowly. He looks down and sees bushy and spiky blonde hair on his lap and sits up immediately wincing at the pain shooting in his head. He feels at his head and feels a bandage wrapped around his head. Mina and Kaminari are curled up on the couch and Kirishima is leaning against the window, his head resting against the window. Izuku tries to move as his arm is in an awkward position and very sore. As soon as he moves slightly Bakugou grumbles and stretches, opening his eyes.

“Izuku. I’m sorry. I just had no words coming out of my mouth that time. I was so shocked at the words you said” Bakugou abruptly announced. Izuku’s face said it all. It said it’s ok. It’s not your fault. Bakugou’s heart thumped faster and he pulled Izuku’s face closer to his and smiled before colliding his lips with Izuku’s. Izuku’s eyes open widely and he falls back onto the bed and pulls Bakugou closer to him. They kiss for a long time. They stop when they hear Kirishima clears his throat and grins. 

“I could see this coming for a long time Bakugou. Don’t worry” Kirishima grins while pulling out his phone and snapping a photo before running down the hospital hallway hoping that Bakugo doesn’t blow up. And he was right he didn’t. 

The nurses walk into the room and clear their throats and Bakugo shifts away from the bed grinning.

“He is good to go but he cannot compete on the stunt show due to his head injury until late evening in two days time. Other than that he’s good to go. Take care of him will you. He’s a hero to me and Japan” the nurse announced. Izuku stood up slowly and pulled on his crocs, leaning his head against Bakugo’s shoulder. Katsuki wraps his arm around his neck and starts walking at a slow pace. He signals Kirishima to wake the gang up and go home to their rooms. He walks to the backstage and entrance of the talent venue and into his room sitting Izuku down on the small double bed. Izuku takes his crocs off and puts them to the side before rummaging through the drawer for his sleeping mask and sighing before snapping the sleeping mask on his eyes.