After Swimming

Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia and this story contains mature content.

After their day of swimming, the boys of class 1-A were busy drying and putting on their more normal attire in the changing room. It was a large room, with lockers for storage but ironically no locks and a communal shower design. Being a loose collection of high school boys, there was no one daring to venture into the showers knowing someone else could walk in at any time. Mostly everyone had already changed and left at this point, content to bathe at home, though there were a few stragglers. Izuku was still there, having been sidelined by conversations with just about everyone. Class 1-A was feeling very reminiscent on this particular day. As was Iida, being similarly delayed by encouraging students to take their future training seriously and being an overbearing class representative. He and Izuku had actually been delaying each other the most, but eventually, Iida left.

And the moment he did, as soon as Izuku turned around, closed the locker, and turned back around, he saw the extremely angry figure of Bakugo standing there, a distinct scowl on his face.

"O-oh, hey Kacchan. Ummm, you know, we'll settle things another day." Izuku could not quite understand just why, exactly, Bakugo seemed to be so insistent on fighting all the time and trying to work out who was better. After all, there was room in the world for plenty of great heroes! Of course, Bakugo wasn't worried about being a great hero. He wanted to be the number one hero and, well, there could be only one number one hero.

"Deku, you never have a fucking clue, do you?" The voice came out a little low, not quite as loud as he was used to from Bakugo.

"What do you mean?"

"For a nerd, you just have no damn idea about some things." Bakugo took a step closer, his red eyes gleaming with imminent danger. It made Izuku a little nervous; sure, he could fight Bakugo on pretty fair terms nowadays, and who knew who would actually win, but it's not like he wanted to destroy the changing room and the pool in the process. He and his mom could not pay for damages plus there was a chance they could be expelled from the school for unsupervised fighting outside of proper training facilities!

"Kacchan, you know you can't start a fight in here! We'd be expelled." The blonde took another step closer, scowl on his face intensifying.

"No. Damn. Clue." Bakugo was basically hovering over him now, intense energy radiating in his eyes that told Izuku that something really had him worked up and making him even more worried that there would not be a peaceful resolution to all of this. Why was Kacchan always so unreasonable! His arms spread out in either direction, effectively pinning Izuku against the locker wall unless Izuku were to try to break free. Izuku, however, decided to stand tall rather than back down from Bakugo again.

"You don't scare me, Kacchan."

Barely had the words left Izuku's mouth when Bakugo's head lunged forward, much to Izuku's surprise since Bakugo couldn't use his head for his attacks. Was the blonde going in for a headbutt? Really? Before he could even react to that thought, however, he noticed that the point of contact was not on his forehead. Rather, it was on his lips. For a moment, he found himself completely unable to move as he struggled to process what was happening. Before he could even regain his composure, the lips had moved away but Bakugo continued to stare into his eyes with that same obvious energy.

"K-kaachan, what the… what was that?" His voice sounded meek, and he knew it; he was pretty sure it had cracked once in there too. Then, he started to feel the blood rush to his face as he realized that his first kiss had been with his childhood friend turned tormentor. And he had been so surprised that he was not even sure how it felt.

"Damn you Deku, running around with no shirt. I mean, fuck, did you ever think about how that would look? What it could do to people? Damn nerd." In his own way, Bakugo had essentially just called him sexy which was definitely a bit of a surprise to say the least. Then he remembered his predicament, with one of the explosive blonde's arms on either side of him and head hanging above him, looking straight at him. Now, he thought the look in Bakugo's eyes looked like something he could understand. The energy in them was desire. His face suddenly felt like it was on fire.

"Y-you were too ya know!" What did that even mean? He wasn't sure. There was no denying that Bakugo was a pretty good-looking guy, with his blonde hair contrasting his strangely colored eyes in a nice way. And, maybe, he had looked once or twice more than necessary at the guy's bare chest, but it's not like that actually meant anything. He had just been comparing their physical conditioning! And that's when he noticed that his face was now not the only place receiving a surplus blood-flow. It was hard to remember a time where he felt more confused, except for maybe when All Might told him that he could not be a hero.

Rather than answer, Bakugo leaned in and kissed him again. Whereas the first one was a bit hesitant, especially for the explosive hero's personality, this one was anything but hesitant. This time, his lips were attacked as Bakugo kissed him hungrily and Izuku found himself cautiously participating despite his many conflicting feelings about whatever was going on. The rough embrace deepened, Bakugo took one arm off of the locker and used it to pull Izuku closer, resulting in their chests being pressed together as their exploratory kiss continued unabated. Izuku was feeling so hot now that it was driving him a tiny bit insane, which seemed to fit considering the different directions his mind was being taken by the action. This time, when they split up, there was a bit of panting on both sides.

"Deku, this is probably the sloppiest mess ever so how the fuck does it feel so good?"

Izuku was a bit distracted by the way that he had just had his first two kisses, and the second one had been one he doubted he could ever forget. He could hardly believe it, but he wanted more. No, needed more. It wasn't enough. This time, he was the one who initiated the contact which seemed to be a bit surprising to Bakugo given the way the boy's intense red eyes widened momentarily before going right back to leading the way. As this kiss intensified, Izuku's arms were wrapping around Bakugo, feeling his back and, well, caressing him a bit. While this move was a bit subtle, the way that Bakugo's hands found their way onto his ass was definitely not subtle. He was pretty sure that he let out a squeak.

"Kacchan!"

"Nice and firm. Holy fuck." And then they were kissing again, and Izuku found his hands getting sneakily inside of Bakugo's shirt because the guy was just so toned and muscular that it was impossible to resist that bit of temptation. At this point, he was feeling pretty flustered but also rather exploratory and a bit accepting that maybe, just maybe, he had a bit of a thing for Kacchan that he never noticed before. And, well, Kacchan had a thing for him too apparently. It was more than a little weird finding himself feeling this way about a guy since, well, he'd never noticed being attracted to a guy before. Then again, it's not like he was particularly attracted to any of the girls around either, he was really more focused on his hero work than any of that stuff.

And that's what confused him the most about their current situation. He could never imagine Bakugo having anything tear him away from his singular focus on being the strongest hero. Especially not something like… lust, he said, gulping as the word came to his mind and the full weight of the situation became apparent to him. Part of him began to think that Bakugo was doing this in some sort of effort to distract him, and he pulled away, but then he looked into those red eyes that were practically overflowing with desire and thought that such an answer was out of the question. They were still standing chest-to-chest, with some minor movement adjustments to make their hand explorations more comfortable. That's when he noticed, for the first time, something hard poking him in the upper thigh, and it did not take a genius to know what it was based on their relative heights. Of course, thinking about it, Kacchan probably found himself in a similar situation with his lower thigh.

"Is there something wrong, Deku?" Bakugo said, with a smirk on his face that conveyed nothing but total confidence. Really, they always had differing personalities. Here he was, dazed and confused, questioning everything about himself and his friend, unsure how to react and unsure how to judge his body's natural reaction, while Bakugo had the facial expression of a wild animal that had just captured its prey after an especially prolonged hunt. But, even though Kacchan often gave the impression of being someone who acted on instinct, Izuku knew that that was not the truth. Kacchan had an analytical mind; for example, he could almost effortlessly predict all the ways someone else could use their quirk – even if he would only use this information to fight and not help his classmates – and was really good at reading people. In short, he was rarely as reckless as he seemed, except for maybe in choosing fights in the first place.

"Don't overthink everything now, you damn nerd. You know this feels great." As if everything was not already just way too much, Kacchan started grinding their hips together which made him let out a squealish moan, which made the other teen's smirk return. As with everything else so far, it felt good and his body naturally started responding in kind. He had never experienced anything even close to this before and it felt kinda strange but Kacchan was not wrong. Who knew, maybe he was overthinking things but how should he act in the meantime? Trying to be impulsive, he pulled Kacchan closer and started a kiss. At this point, their lips were together, their hips were grinding, and their hands were all over each other.

After a few heated seconds, Kacchan broke away but did not move back, instead leaning so that the explosive user's mouth was right next to his hear. The hot breath hitting his skin was yet another new sensation he didn't know how to process. "K-Kacchan!" he said, after a particular rough grind that involved friction between his and Kacchan's… umm… groins.

"Damn, you're really starting to feel it now, huh stupid Deku? Fuck yes." More of the rough grinding, although really, it was wrong to call it grinding now. He felt his face heat up even more at the thought; no, what was happening now, it was impossible to call it anything short of dry humping. "Let me feel it. Come on Deku, stop holding back. I hate it so much when you do." Kacchan's teeth nipped him lightly on the side of the face, just enough for him to barely feel anything. He was trying to figure out what exactly Kacchan meant by his words but it was hard with the other teen refusing to let up. The only thing really on his mind at the moment was the feeling in his hips, which was ecstatic to say the least. He started thrusting harder with Kacchan and for the first time he noticed they were both sweating.

"Kacchan… this feels so good."

"I already know that, you stupid nerd!" Bakugo raised his voice but it held very little of his usual anger; it seemed that the guy was kinda distracted. It would be hard to blame him. "Hmmm… I can't believe it. Here I am, on the edge, because of stupid Deku. Damn, I knew you'd look good writhing in pleasure beneath me." Kacchan's dirty talk was effective because it was coming from Kacchan and, in a strange way, it was just the guy's way of voicing how he felt. Still, the way the other teen worded that last sentence; did it mean Kacchan fantasized about him?

"I'm gonna cum!" It was too much for him to handle; the sweet, rough, friction. The way Kacchan's body felt underneath his shirt, the way Kacchan's breath felt on his skin, the way their bodies rubbed together. The way Kacchan looked, body on top of him, pleasure and enjoyment obvious on his face only seemed to make everything even more intense. The idea that the other had been fantasizing about this or anything like this. Finally, he hit his release with a loud moan and a second later heard Kacchan let out a long groan as well. It was by far the most intense orgasm he had ever had.

He was panting, back against the locker, with Bakugo's head on his shoulder as the other teen also panted. There was a sticky mess in his pants that was uncomfortable to say the very least and, as the intense emotions from the session faded away, everything about their current position was becoming very uncomfortable. Although, he supposed the least he could do was get his back off of the locker.

"Kacchan," he said, not realizing his voice came out as a soft whine, "Get off of me." The other teen just looked at him for a moment, before that predatory smile returned to his face and a wild look appeared in his red eyes that made Izuku shift awkwardly against the locker.

"Where's the fun in that?" And the next second, their lips were pressed together again although this time it was kind of slow but confident. It wasn't like the last time where the kiss had obviously been asking for more, or the first time when it was like it was asking for permission, now that he had time to think about it. Kacchan pulled away, seemingly satisfied. "Fine; whatever, shitty Deku. I guess we need to clean up anyway."

"W-we?" Something about the way it was said was devious.

"Yeah; the shower's communal, or did you forget about that you stupid nerd?

"Oh, umm, I don't know if I" his voice definitely awkwardly cracked and it made him lose a train of thought that he never even fully had.

"Sheesh, what's the problem?" Bakugo rolled his eyes, and to some extent, it seemed strange to him how calm and collected the guy was acting. Well, it really shouldn't get to him much he supposed; any time Kacchan felt he had control of a situation, the guy was typically hard to rattle. Part of him thought that was the reason Kacchan wanted to be the Number One Hero. But, he knew that the most probable reason is that Kacchan had a neverending drive to be the best and that he believed heroes always won in the end. He always admired that confidence.

"Y-you can't be serious!" Kacchan just rolled his eyes before turning around and walking away.

"Whatever." His voice was back to his normal tune, as if he didn't have a care in the world, before he walked away and Izuku was finally alone for what felt like the first time in forever.

As it turned out, being alone was actually not that helpful because all he could do was think about Kacchan. Specifically, he was thinking about his feelings toward the blonde. Honestly, it was always impossible to describe his friendship with Kacchan. It didn't really make total sense how much he always looked up to his violent friend and he knew, without a doubt, that if he told any person the details of how Kacchan treated him they would expect for him to hate the blonde. Other people just wouldn't get how close the two of them actually were; even through middle school, when the guy was surrounded by people who did nothing but praise him, he knew that he knew Kacchan better than anyone else.

He realized now that he believed one thing to be the truth: Bakugo always wanted for him, useless Deku, to be the one fighting with him to be the number one hero. And that, when he was told he didn't have a quirk, Bakugo hated it just as much as he did. Kacchan hated it when he wanted to be a hero anyway because, to someone with such an amazing quirk, it was irritating that someone without a quirk could offer a challenge. And then Kacchan would have really hated it whenever he got a quirk out of nowhere because Kacchan hated anything that was right in front of him and didn't make sense.

This gave him a sudden realization: Kacchan must know. Or he knew enough to be almost certain of whatever he came up with in his mind and, knowing Kacchan, if it wasn't exactly right it would be very close. Was it really that big of a deal, though? If it helped ease the tension that existed between them and they could be friends again, he had a hard time believing that it was. Maybe it was just him being hopeful, or maybe even selfish, he didn't know. He had a good feeling that there was no way Kacchan would have just moved on from being distressed about where he had gotten a quirk without first having some kind of acceptance as to how he had gotten it.

He heard the sound of the shower from nearby and it made a lump form in his throat. Could he really walk in there, with the other completely nude, get naked himself, and just take a shower? There were so many strange elements involved that he couldn't reasonably think of what to do. Although, honestly, it would be terrible having to go all the way home sweaty and with that sticky feeling all over him, especially in his pants. He could just turn his boxers inside-out after the shower and then it wouldn't be all that bad. It was really only as he took off his shirt that the immensity of the situation was hitting him: he was about to get in a shower with Kacchan after what the two of them had just did!

In a second, all the careful reasoning he had done to make an excuse as to why it was okay was gone. As he took off his pants he was actually shaking a little bit from all the nerves, having no idea what was going to happen, how he actually felt about what happened, what Kacchan really meant by all the things he had done. For all his thinking about the two of them, it didn't really explain what had happened between them. He was really just trying to distract himself from the matter at hand, he knew. This is probably what Kacchan meant whenever the blonde accused him of overthinking things. Distracting himself with things that seemed important but may not relate to the topic at hand.

He walked next to the shower, which for its privacy from the outside had nothing but an old curtain, in only his stained boxers. Only now did he feel kinda weird that they were All-Might boxers but he did his best to ignore that thought; he placed his towel on the bench outside, next to Kacchan's, before stripping naked and placing his boxers on the towel. He knew he was moving slowly but he couldn't help but feel hesitant. He was already red by the time he pushed aside the curtain and walked into the shower, and he just about passed out the moment he did.

The small layer of steam that had already formed, which considering the room was rather big and was not properly closed off meant that Kacchan must have been taking a nearly volcanic shower, did very little to cover the other guy's body. The other teen was standing tall, head tilted slightly left and to the back as the water hit him, showcasing his lean yet incredibly muscular body. There was a certain aloofness to the stance that made it all the more appealing and suddenly he couldn't do anything else but stare.

"Are you staring at my ass? You some kind of pervert, Deku!?" To anyone else it would seem like Bakugo's words had a very real, sharp bite to them. There was almost nothing at all to indicate it was any other way, and yet, he understood that in a weird way it was a joke from Kacchan. Still, the realization of the words were enough to jerk him back to reality and he blushed even harder as he walked over to his own shower, directly across from Kacchan, and turned the water on; he was facing the shower-head, back to back with Kacchan, though the two were several feet apart. He also had a semi hard-on that was kind of uncomfortable so soon after his earlier orgasm.

After the water hit him, lukewarm and no wear near as hot as Kacchan's, he felt a little calmness return to him. And, since nothing had happened yet, he felt a sense of comfort return to him.

"So, Kacchan, about what happened earlier..."

"Yeah yeah, what about it Deku? Trying to relax a little here." Part of him expected Kacchan's response to either be: A) An explosion telling him to 'shut the fuck up' or B) Total denial. Both of those would make sense given how Kacchan usually reacted to any situation that made him particularly uncomfortable.

"I-I just don't understand why you would, umm, you know, kiss me?" It felt weirder saying it than it did thinking it, and that was an accomplishment enough on its own. It was also strange how that was what he was focused on instead of, well, their other activity but supposed the kiss had started it all.

"Oh please, don't act so damn clueless Deku. If you haven't already figured it out then I don't even know what to say to you." He could hear footsteps coming up behind him, but for some reason, he didn't even want to turn to face the blonde. By the time they stopped, he knew that Kacchan was only one or two feet behind him. "Okay, damn, I can see I'll have to spell it out for you. Fuck, you know, I really didn't want to. Damn Nerd." There was the slightest hint of irritation and distress in the voice, and somehow, it helped to relieve him, as if maybe Kacchan was also a little embarrassed to talk about it.

"I really don't know what you mean, Kacchan?"

"How many other people do you think I've done that with?" Okay, definitely some hesitation in Kacchan's voice; good, so the blonde was not as comfortable as he had seemed. He was still undoubtedly confident, Kacchan was confident in everything he did, but probably just didn't like talking about it. Now, thinking about the question, as he thought earlier, it seemed unlikely that Kacchan could ever let anyone get in the way of his goal to becoming Number One hero by distracting him with things like that.

"Probably zero. But, umm, you seemed pretty good at it..." he was embarrassed, he was blushing again, and he could practically feel the smirk on Kacchan's face.

"I'm naturally good at everything I do. You know that." Maybe a little bit of a boast, but that was just part of Kacchan's confidence. At the end of the day, there was no denying that he trained himself harder than almost anyone else to get to his level of combat skill, quirk versatility, and academic achievement. Still though, there was no way Kacchan would have wasted time training for… that? "Besides, how the fuck would you even know if I wasn't good at it?" Well that was a good point, he had to confess. "Now, stop being an idiot."

It never really occurred to him before how Kacchan could call him a nerd and an idiot so often, but he got it now. He was a nerd not because he studied so much, which Kacchan also did, but because he spent so much time thinking about everything. And he was an idiot because all that thinking often served to confuse him and make him struggle more than a more direct hands-on approach. He was pretty sure that All-Might himself had suggested similar things on numerous occasions, come to think of it. So he decided to try to draw a concrete conclusion.

Kacchan would never do anything randomly with anyone, and he would never give in to pure lust because he would consider that easy and cowardly. So, that must mean… he couldn't really form it into a coherent thought, but he knew that he knew, and for now, that was enough.

The next second, he turned around and practically jumped onto Kacchan with his arms clinging around the guys neck before going in for a kiss. He was somewhat impressed that he had seemingly been able to completely catch his friend off-guard but it was really only momentary as his arms were needed to support the two of them. After a few moments, they broke away.

"Deku, what the fuck are you doing?" And that was the moment he remembered that both of them were completely naked in a shower. The next moment, he noticed that he had a bit of a situation between his legs that had redeveloped. The moment after that, he noticed that Kacchan had a similar problem going on but he only knew because he felt it against his ass. Kacchan's face had tints of red at the cheeks and it was the first time he could remember the guy blushing.

He actually, literally, squeaked as he climbed off quickly and uncomfortably due to the repercussion of his hasty action that he had not thought about before. Although, now that he looked at Kacchan's package, he noticed for the first time that it was pretty big, definitely bigger than his own he noted to his chagrin. It was actually very different seeing someone else's for the first time in person and, well, the videos he had watched up to this point had definitely not focused much on the male anatomy. And then it twitched.

"Deku, you are literally staring at my dick." Well it sounded so screwed up and perverted when Kacchan put it that way! Then again, he guessed it kind of was really. "Right, this shitshow's getting a little too fucked up I think. I'm going back to my shower and taking care of this annoyance you caused then I'm getting the hell out of here."

"W-wait, Kacchan, c-can I, you know, touch it?"

"Holy shit, I never thought you'd actually say that in-person. Seriously, what the hell was that? If you could only hear yourself, damn, I'll never need a video again after that." Kacchan's voice had gotten a little deeper and a little huskier and it'd be hard to say he didn't like it. As embarrassed as he was, at this point, it was starting to feel like a regular thing and there was strangely a part of him that did feel a little comfortable asking such strange things from Kacchan. He really tried to imagine that part of him was not hanging between his legs and that it stemmed from some deep emotional connection. The way Kacchan's words of roundabout praise sent a shiver up his spine, however, made it difficult to keep the lines blurred. He walked a little closer to Kacchan and, to ease the awkwardness, leaned in for a kiss which, now that he thought about it, was something he literally thought was the most awkward thing ever like ten minutes ago.

It actually wasn't that hard, ummm, difficult he meant – Kacchan was definitely hard – once he got a solid handle on it. By which he meant to think a decent understanding of a simple inverse of the motion he was used to using on himself but, honestly, his brain was pretty muddled and apparently perverted right now. It did terrible things to his body to hear Kacchan groaning, especially when the other willingly made eye contact which was just surreal on every level.

"Oh hey, somebody still in here?" He heard a distant voice vaguely and in an instant it brought him back to the reality of their extremely strange situations. He pulled away, much to Bakugo's chagrin as he now had a deep scowl on his face.

"The fuck you want, Red-head?" Izuku hadn't even noticed it was Kirishima he was so flustered.

"Well I texted you when I left the building because I realized I didn't have anything to do and wanted to hang. I figured you might still be here when you didn't respond after a while. Normally you tell me to back off pretty quickly and ask how I got your number."

"How DID you get my number!"

"You gave it to me?"

"The FUCK?"

"Anyway, so what are you still doing here." Bakugo looked at Izuku, who was just standing there awkwardly, with a look of pure burning intensity and a savage smile. Most people referred to it as his 'villain look' behind his back. He hadn't even been, well, servicing himself and he still almost lost control then and there.

"Deku and I had some unfinished business to take care of."

"Yeah, kinda what I figured. Just can't let an opportunity to compete and show your superiority slip-by can you? Kinda manly, in a way, but maybe a little overboard."

"I don't need your approval."

"Whatever. Say, there's a second towel out here. I-is he in there with you?"

"Yeah, duh. It's a communal shower, you brain-dead red-head."

"Man, it's so cool that you're comfortable enough in your masculinity to not be embarrassed by such a stupid thing like that. Obviously, it's what the showers are intended for, but when I thought about it earlier I just thought it would be too weird."

"Why? You got a small dick? Secret gay crush?"

"N-no, i-it's just… I didn't mean it like..."

"Just shut the fuck up. I'm about to be finished here anyway so just wait outside the building for like five minutes."

"Whatever man, sheesh." Kirishima walked away, leaving the two of them fully alone again. "Well, guess we need to hurry this along stupid Deku." Kacchan grabbed him kind of roughly on the shoulders, before initiating a heated kiss and pushing him against the wall, the lukewarm spray of the shower now landing behind him. Kacchan grabbed himself and started jerking roughly and in response Izuku felt his hand get closer to his own need. His head turned to the side slightly and he closed his eyes, more than capable of picturing Kacchan's face perfectly at this point.

"Damn nerd, I think anyone could fantasize about you being a little weakling. Practically begging to get his ass-kicked, shying away from everything. That's what gets everyone else interested, you little fiend. They call it cute; well, I call it fucking pathetic. Don't you ever turn your head away from me like you're doing now again. Look me in my damn eyes while you desperately try to jack-off thinking of all the things you want me to do to you." Izuku tried turning his face toward Bakugo but, when he opened his eyes and exited the little dream-land he'd just created for all his newfound fantasies he didn't even want to think about yet, he found his legs shaking violently against the wall. Still, he kept eye-contact as his own hand started to go to work.

"Come on Deku, better than that! Where's your spine you little coward. You don't understand your feelings or some stupid shit like that? Just admit what you want, you damn Nerd. You want me to kiss you, grab you by the ass, bite you hard enough to leave bruises, leave my hand prints on your body. You want to be jerking me off just so you can see yourself giving me pleasure; hell, I bet if I pushed you slightly on your shoulders, you'd be down on your knees blowing me in fifteen seconds. And then we both know what would come next, don't we Deku? Damn, you'd be begging for it on your hands and knees. You know it would hurt a little but you're such a sick bastard you wouldn't mind." Never in his life had he thought he wanted any of that stuff but now he doubted he'd ever be able to stop thinking about it. He stood up a little straighter, hand working a little faster.

"And then, when it's all said and done, and you're writhing on the bed or bench or ground or wherever I just screwed you, you know what you'd really want? More than anything else? Come on Deku, tell me what it is."

"I don't know Kacchan, tell me." He was pretty lost in the fantasy at this point, pretty sure that his release would be happening soon. Kacchan leaned in closely to his ear, and in that moment, it felt like the entire world stopped and he didn't even notice the pleasure he was giving himself.

"You'd want me lying next to you."

He did want that. He wanted it so much. He always wanted Kacchan to be beside him, to never leave him again like it felt he had for so long before. He didn't even notice that he was standing straight against the wall but his eye contact with Kacchan felt unbreakable now. "I-I'm coming!" He said, and a second later, his words proved true as he was rocked by an orgasm that felt so much stronger than any that he had before.

"F-finally Deku, holy shit" Bakugo said with a groan as he released too, equally as strong. For a few moments they just stood there, panting together, still staring into each other's eyes. "Alright, stupid Nerd, that's enough of this place. It smells weird and the hot water's running out. I'm outta here. It's about time that you learned that you belong to me." He stood under the below-average temperature water for a second, letting it run down his front and wash him off of their little session.

"But Kacchan," he said, with a smirk on his face and speaking confidently, "you belong to me too, don't you?" He was confident he finally understood what Kacchan wanted to hear him say, the side of him that Kacchan wanted to see the most.

The blonde smiled at him. "Nobody owns me, damn Deku."

That was when he fully realized that he loved Kacchan.

A/N: Yes, the two of them just have an incredibly screwed-up relationship don't they? Best part of the BakuDeku ship, though; trying to sift through all their behavior to get to the passion while not having things be intensely one-sided. In this fic, I obviously went with Bakugo having a thing for Confident!Deku, the way Izuku behaves without self-doubt and a nagging inner voice. (And no, it's not about Izuku giving in to Bakugo's desire, but rather, Izuku realizing his own desire). I'd say what action would really get this Bakugo going but, well, I might actually write more for this story.

Hope you've all enjoyed this little story of mine. Obviously I don't post much because, well, most of what I write is a hot mess but whatever. I feel like this story is actually not half-bad, because I do genuinely find this ship interesting since there are so many factors involved in it. But, that's enough of that for now. Until next time.