This had been the worst week of his life. Bakugou could not emphasize this enough. Staying hidden away, he thought over all the dumbshit he had done. When one is down, the best way to keep that mood- is to rethink all the shit that happen, over and over again.

His mind swirled from the gym with Kirishima, failing the quiz and doing tutoring, the worst flirting he had ever tried! He nearly died from embarrassment thinking he almost sent a dick pic. Now that he thinks about it, ignoring Deku that day was the worst thing he could have done. He almost burned down Satou's room, and he caused a ruckus trying to hold hands. He couldn't even compliment Deku properly!

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

A knock at his door and he just wanted to ignore it. Too bad Kirishima didn't believe in this and just came in anyway.

"I'm gonna start locking my damn door!" he growled.

"Stop the pity party!" Kirishima said, sitting down on the edge of his bed. "Come down to the common room for a bit."

"What? So I can make an ass of myself… again?" Bakugou asked.

A laugh that he did not find amusing from Kirishima, then a slap on his back. "Man up and c'mon!"

Somehow he found himself groaning as he stood and followed Kirishima out his room. Everyone was down in the common room all grouped off and doing their own things. Bakugou was thankful no one was staring or laughing at him- not that he expected it, but he had been acting out of character all week.

His eyes immediately found Deku in the group of people. How could they not? He was over where Uraraka and Iida were- probably going over homework for the next day. Deku was just carrying on as if Bakugou hadn't been a total ass all week.

A deep breath and Bakugou couldn't take his off Deku. All those damn feelings coming back to him. That want to hug him, that need to kiss him.

He debated just going back up to his room.

That was til Uraraka turned and locked eyes with him. Then she elbowed Deku and gestured his way.

What the hell was going on? Bakugou was confused. Even when Deku turned around and saw him standing there. Then Deku stood up and Bakugou swore he was in some teen romance movie. It was if the entire common room grew quiet and all eyes were on them- each on a different side of the room. He was also pretty damn sure they could hear his heart beating loudly at this point.

It was in slow motion. He stood there as Deku slowly moved across the room towards him. Should he say something? Giving his track record it was better to just not. It seemed whenever he opened his mouth, he inserted his foot instead.

Gosh, Deku looked so cute too. His cheeks were pink as he made his way across the room. Bakugou kept his eyes locked with Deku's- and they were large and very blinky.

He swore you could have heard a pin drop as Deku took the longest, slowest walk in all walks ever made. Clenching his fist, he had no idea what was going on- or why the fuck no one was talking!

But he could not take his eyes off of Deku. The blush growing on Deku's face as he continued the forever million mile walk across the common room. Gulping, Deku was close- almost at arm's reach when he stopped and just stared at him.

He knew he should say something, but he also didn't fuck up whatever strange moment they were having. It was when Deku smiled and leaped at him that took him by surprise. Arms around his neck as his legs wrapped his waist…

Then their mouths were touching!

Holy shit! Bakugou's mouth was pressed against Deku's!

He knew this had to be a dream. Even as his arms instinctively wrapped around Deku, holding him close. Even when he felt the warmth of Deku's body on his. Even when he felt Deku's lips against his. Even the way those large, blinky eyes were shut and he could feel that smile against his mouth.

Bakugou short circuited. His brain did a total nuclear melt down. He had Deku, in his arms, and kissing him. Eyes wide open as Deku continued to kiss him.

Then he realized he was not kissing back.

What. The. Fuck. Was. Wrong. With. Him?

Even when it wasn't him making the move, he was still fucking up. Deku pulled back, his face bright red (and omg so adorable) as he looked at Bakugou. "...Kacchan?" he asked.

Those large blinky eyes just blinked at him. The freckles on his cheeks glowing against his blush. He had to be dreaming. That is all this was. This was not real. This shit never happen. Only embarrassment and disasters happened.

But it felt real. His arms strained to hold Deku, and he liked how warm he was. Plus, Deku's face was really close to his and all he had been thinking about was kissing him.

"Shut up you damn nerd," Bakugou growled, this time he was the one kissing Deku. If it was a dream then dammit- at least it was a good one. Pressing his lips to Deku's it was like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. All the fuckery from the last week just gone. He never wanted this to stop, he never wanted to wake up. He could live in this moment, in this dream and be content.

Their lips moved more, and he felt all the shit he did earlier in the week didn't matter anymore. Reality and time stopped. It was just Bakugou and Deku- and their kiss.

When Deku pulled back, he swore his face was lit up with that adorkable smile. Legs moving, so that Deku could stand up and he felt scarred hands trailing from his shoulders, to his arms and then taking his hands. Those damn blinky eyes large and staring at him.

For a brief moment, Bakugou let go of one of Deku's hands and pinched his own arm- hard. "Ouch," he mumbled, "Ok… I'm definitely not dreaming."

A giggle and Deku was rising on his toes, kissing him again. Next thing he knew, the entire class erupted again and jumped up, rushing at them. It was a chaos as everyone was talking at one time and congratulating them. Bakugou was confused again.

He still didn't see everyone else though- his eyes were only focused on Deku. The way his eyes closed as he laughed, his head tilting the slightest- fuck, he was happy.

"What? How…? What?" Bakugou asked, as everyone quieted down around him.

A nervous laugh and Deku just squeezed his hands, swinging them a little bit. "Well… I got concerned as you have been really weird this week."

It was true, and it made him groan thinking of the dumbassery he had done all week long . But another squeeze from Deku on his hands and lips were pressed back to his.

"Get a room!" someone giggled.

"But still…" he was curious how Deku knew.

"Well…" Deku trailed.

An arm around him and Kirishima was smiling ear to ear. "I told him!" he exclaimed.

Then the rest of the class all chimed in. Everyone had seemed to get sick of seeing his downward spiral and stepped in where he could not.

"What?" Bakugou growled, not that he was mad, it all turned out for the better. He didn't want to think if Deku didn't like him back how this would have been.

"Well, seems you didn't have the stones to do it!" Kirishima said.

"But it's ok!" Deku chirped, swinging their arms a bit and still holding his hands.

It was ok. He had Deku smiling at him and kissing him. It was what he had envisioned for so long now and it was finally reality.

"Don't you want to ask him something?" Kirishima said elbowing him. He had to remember to murder him later.

"Oh?" Deku asked, large eyes, blinking at him.

"Um…" Bakugou stammered, forgetting what words were. He just stood there, staring at Deku while he tried to remember how to speak again.

"For fuck sake!" Kaminari groaned, joining the other side of them. "Midoriya! Do you wanna go out with Bakugou?"

"Kacchan?" Deku asked, his cheeks red all over again.

All he could do was nod his head as his mouth forgot how to speak. Hell, Deku had already kissed him- this should be easy .

"Of course I do!" Deku exclaimed, leaping back into him and kissing him.

Smiling as he kissed that damn nerd back, maybe this week wasn't so bad after all.