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gglitch1dd · 9 months

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The Contract Pt5

Context: When you broke up with Katsuki, you thought it was the end for you. No marriage. No family. No white picket fence. You had spent so much time on Katsuki and now it all just fell to the wind. But what if a certain green haired hero offered you a contract, offered you the dream life of security and happiness all for the small price of being his wife? Love wasn’t in the plan but maybe it was in the fine print.

Basically: Reader dumps Katsuki and goes for Izuku.

Main Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x Reader

Warning: SMUT, NSFW, SEX! Whatever more words you need to know, Breeding kink (Guys... you should know by now. Its me), MxF, Shower Sex, Slight sub drop, Katsuki being a piece of shit, slight classism and quirk descrimination.

You walked over to the glass sliding door, leaning against it as you watched the view in front of you. Midoriya was in the pool over looking the ocean and all the islands that peaked out from the depths not too far away. It was an Instagram winning view that you couldn’t help but take in yourself. The sun was setting and everything was in a beautiful array of gold, pink and purples. You smiled at the sight of him as he seemed almost peaceful in essence.

The both of you quite literally had to go to the airport after your wedding, which you found the most hilarious thing ever, to walk into the airport in your puffy wedding dress, escorted into the VIP entrance and taking to the private jet in different way. The both of you already had your bags packed and sent to the airport earlier which you found was the best option.

Midoriya clearly did not hesitate one bit to spend on the whole wedding experience. You didn’t even know that the commission allowed him to use a private jet just for your honeymoon. You didn’t want to question it because, getting served champagne and having all the ample leg room was something you were grateful for. Although, much to your confession, all you wanted to do was sleep the moment you were out of that dress which Midoriya shared the sentiment. You both effectively passed out on a bed that was criminally soft for being stuck on a plane.

Next thing you knew it was morning and the both of you were landing at the destination that you had both chosen for you honeymoon. Or at least, this part of it. Midoriya had planned the whole thing, a whole two-week affair of the two of you travelling God knows where, but you were happy to take the break away from everything in Japan.

So the two of you immediately went to check in, and the rest of the day was filled with exploring and strolling nearby where you were staying. Honestly you were glad for the rather calm day that he had planned out for today. Which was how you ended up here, watching him look out at the scenery with his scarred back to you.

Deciding to take a chance, you pushed yourself off the door and carefully walked over to the pool. You carefully moved to slip off the gown you had on that concealed the swimsuit you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to wear today. You were slow as you slipped in, not wanting to rush into the surprisingly warm water. Once you were in, you made your way over to Midoriya. You assumed a place next to him, swimming to put your arms on the edge, resting your head on your hands.

The both of you just existed next to each other for a moment, taking it all in. You let out a stuttered breath, opening your mouth to speak.

“Did we really just do that?” He asked you, a soft disbelieving smile on his face. He didn’t look at you, keeping his eyes on the view.

You looked at him for a moment before letting out a soft amused scoff. “According to the state of Japan.” You answered back.

Midoriya let out a low chuckle at your answer. He looked down at the silver wedding band on his left hand. He wondered how come one object could feel so heavy and yet something so exciting all at the same time. He pulled on a small smile before turning over to you.

“The wedding was beautiful by the way.” You told him with a soft whisper, looking up at him for just a moment, before settling back on the view. “Really it was… it was amazing. I honestly don’t think I deserved so much.”

“You deserved more than that.” You hummed only half believing in it, but giving him a smidge of a smile nonetheless. Midoriya frowned slightly at the look on your face. He could tell it wasn’t full or entirely real or believing of what he had said. Midoriya moved closer to you, placing a hand on your elbow. Slowly you turned to look up at him, putting your arms back in the water. “I’m serious, Y/N.” He told you, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you, his eyes holding nothing but pure honesty.

You looked up at him, your eyes trapped on his, them almost sucking you in entirely. “Your wedding vows… did you mean them?”

Midoriya answered without hesitation. “Of course. Nothing I did yesterday do I regret or lied about.” He answered you back seriously.

You stared up at him. You nodded your head, closing your eyes for a moment. You took a second, before opening your eyes again. You looked back up at him with a small smirk. You leaned forward with a glare up at him. “So you putting your mouth in places that were clearly not where a garter is located wasn’t a lie?”

It took Midoriya a moment before looking away from you with a huge smirk on his face. He let out an amused chuckle in amusement to what you had just asked. He was half hoping you would bring it up again but also a part of him was a bit worried he had stepped a bit too far. However, with the look on your face, he half regretted not doing it earlier. “I have no idea what you are talking about.” He said smugly as he folded his arms over his large chest, his large, scarred hands gripping his biceps.

“Oh? You don’t?” You asked, not believing a single word that came out of his mouth. Midoriya nodded, only affirming what he had just said. You looked him up and down and nodded your head, looking away from him. “Yah, okay.” You stated moving to head towards the steps of the pool. Midoriya quickly put a hand to your elbow, stopping you. You looked down at his hand on you, raising an eyebrow.

Midoriya swallowed before shrugging. “Why don’t you remind me?”

You felt the heat inside your abdomen reignite inside you. It was a dangerous feeling. Something you kept reminding yourself that you couldn’t be feeling. You reminded yourself that every night. You reminded that to yourself everytime you willed yourself not to sink your fingers deep inside you at the thought of them somehow becoming thicker and much more scarred than your own. “Tell me, Izuku…” You started as you moved to walk out of the pool. “Do you have muscle memory?”

Midoriya was stick for a moment, not knowing whether you were being genuine or not. However, when he saw your heated gaze look back at him as you exited one step at a time out of the pool, he knew you were. He didn’t even try to hide it as his eyes looked over your body watching the water droplets on your skin as you exited out the pool. His shameless eyes moved back up to your face. “I would like to think so.” He smirked.

You nodded your head. “Why don’t we test that out, yah?” You offered.

You didn’t bother to look back to check if he was following you back inside, all you knew was that you were heading towards the shower and the sound of wet footsteps followed after you easily. You walked into the master bedroom, not caring of the water you were leaving in your wake as you moved to open the door.

“You know…” You heard his voice start as you moved to turn on the shower. You turned back to look at him as he leaned against the doorway himself. “This does strain our agreement.” He reminded you. “You know… keeping things professional.” He motioned between the two of you.

You stood holding onto the door of the shower as you looked back at him. “I mean… friends can be married and have sex, right?”

Midoriya kicked himself off the doorway, nodding his head along with your statement. “Of course.” He stated it almost as if it was ridiculous that you even asked such a question.

“I… I mean…” You started to realise Midoriya was getting awfully close. “We…” He stood right in front of you, leaning down closer to your face. “We are married.”

“We are.” He breathed out.

You both didn’t say anything, your eyes on his lips and his on yours. “Izuku-”

You didn’t get to finish your statement as Midoriya pulled you against him, wrapping his arm around you and using the other to cup the back of your head and kiss you. You melted against his warm body, the feeling of your body against his made you feel warm as your heart picked up in your chest. Your hands moved over his chest, up his neck to thread through his hair, running through wet tousled green curls. A shiver ran down his spine as your actions pulled a groan out of his chest.

“Y/N.” He moaned against your lips, pushing you into the shower, your back against the wall, with him cornering you in. You ignored the warm water that cascaded down the both of you, only increasing the heat between you and around you.

You whimpered as you felt building need between your legs. It was an aching feeling that you wanted him to solve, that you waned him to get rid of. Your hands clawed at his back, running down scarred skin moving down towards his swimming trunks and pulling at the offending piece of clothing. You finally separated from his lips, gasping for air as you arched your back. You tilted your head up, trying to find fresh air but left out a moan as his mouth moved to suck at your neck. You tugged at his shorts. “Off.” You breathed out. Your hand finding its way to grab onto his hard cock that wasn’t shy of making itself known to you through his shorts.

Midoriya groaned, loving the feeling of your hand moving up and down his clothed cock. Midoriya let out a chuckle at your word. He moved your hand away from his crotch up his abs. As much as he wanted to allow you to feel him to your hearts content, he had a mission to prove. He moved back up to your neck, placing a kiss on a sensitive area making you suck in a breath. “Let me stretch you out first.” He whispered against your skin.

The green haired man moved down to his knees, moving to his hands to the band of the bottoms of your bikini. His green eyes flicked up to you, dark and lidded in lust and yet asking for permission. You smirked and nodded your head. Midoriya let out a breath, fingers gripping your bottoms tighter and pulling them down your legs. Slipping them off of you easily. With your bottoms out of the way, Midoriya was finally left face to face with your sex.

He took a moment, his heart thumping out of his chest as he took you in. He swallowed down hard before flicking his eyes up to you again. Slowly Midoriya moved to take your leg, moving it over onto his shoulder as he moved you closer towards him, not breaking eye contact with you. You felt like you could barely breathe as you looked down at him.

Midoriya moved up, licking up your slit. You felt your thighs shiver with the remembrance of yesterday over that exact same spot. At the stutter in your hips and thighs, he couldn’t help but grin as Midoriya dove in to the beautiful thing that was your sex. His tongue flicked your clit making you whine at the action, a throbbing sensation in your sex. His mouth was heavenly against you, moving to explore and taste every inch of you that you could barely handle yourself.

You were squirming viciously and Midoriya loved to see it. He loved to see you like this, his arm moving to grip you tightly in place, not allowing your hips to escape him at all. With his free hand, Midoriya moved his hand up your thigh to your lips. He pressed inside you, thick fingers bullying their way inside you instantly making you moan. Scarred fingers slowly twisted and fucked into you, opening you up.

It was borderline sinful how good he was making you feel, how much he had you wrapped around his fingers. A groan came out from his chest at the way you squeezed his fingers, your velvety cunt wrapped around his fingers. He loved the feeling of your sex on his fingers. The thought of it wrapped around his cock made him groan against your clit making you gasp.

“Izuku!” You moaned loudly, one hand moving through his dark wet tousled curls. His hair was darker when it was wet and something you found too sexy for words at the sight. “You’re doing so good. Fuck- your… your fingers…” You breathed out, moving your hands up to grab at your breasts, ripping the top of your bikini off of you, throwing it to God knows where. Midoriya smirked as he moved his tongue up to your clit making you shoot up with a squeak as he began to suck and play with his tongue. His fingers curved within you and you instantly felt the coil within you tighten. “OH MY GOD! Right there!” You cried as your hips began to stutter against his face. “Right there, please!” You sounded so desperate almost as if you would have killed for him not to move.

Midoriya nodded, a glint in his eyes, a silent goal of making you cup on his fingers. Midoriya only increased the pace of his fingers, thrusting his fingers in and out of you, hitting that spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. You gasped as you were so close. Your grip on his hair turned harsh. Midoriya only moaned at the slight pain as he curried on his efforts.

From the vibrations of his moan against your clit, your orgasm crashed down on you hard and fast. You were sure you lost feeling to your legs but Midoriya quickly grasped you with two arms, holding you up as you came down hard. You cried out, grinding your crotch against his mouth in pleasure. Midoriya sucked and lapped up every single drop that came out of you. He thought himself in a place akin to heaven. He couldn’t think of being in a place that wasn’t between your thighs right now.

Well… maybe with his cock inside you instead.

Finally you gasped as you finally came down from your high. You leaned your back against the tiles allowing the water to wash down your skin. Without even a second more for you to catch your breath, you found Midoriya stand up and pick you up by your thighs. You let out a surprised shout but quickly wrapped your arms around his neck as you did so.

You moved to kiss him, your hand against his cheek as you kept him as close as possible to you. You straightened up with a gasp as you felt his cock press against your cunt. You looked down at him half lidded in need. Midoriya let out an amused smirk but held you all the same. You nodded your head, holding him tightly. With your go ahead, he guided his cock inside you.

You both moaned at the same time, holding each other tightly as you felt his cock stretch you out. He was much thicker than you thought and it only made you squeeze him tighter. Midoriya moved to kiss your jaw, whispering sweet nothings into your ear to try and get you to loosen up around him. “Such a good girl. Your taking my cock so well. Come on, you can take more can’t you?” You whined as he slowly lowered you down more inches making a shiver run down your back as you grip on him tightened. “There you go. That’s a good girl.” He praised you effortlessly.

The pleasurable burn of your cunt having to stretch around his cock to accommodate him made you moan. Finally he had everything inside you and you took a moment, trying to breathe through it and just enjoy the full feeling. He felt so good inside you, it made you grip onto him tighter. Midoriya had his eyes closed for a moment at the wonderful feeling of your vice of a cunt. You felt like heaven and if he died pushing against your cervix, he wouldn’t mind at all. He gripped you tightly, thick fingers bruising your ass and thighs as he held you up.

You kissed his thick neck, trying to let every freckle you saw on his skin, get touched by your lips. You moved up his neck, against his jaw to his ear. You fiddled with the baby hairs at the base of his neck as you had your lips against his ear. “Izuku… fuck me.” You moved to face him once again, looking down at him as you held onto him. Midoriya looked up into your eyes, his heart beating out of his chest. He nodded his head as he leaned up to kiss. You put your lips against him, wanting the warmth that came with his mouth against yours.

Slowly you felt him move you up and down his cock. You sucked in a breath at the feeling of the head of his cock nudge that spot inside you. Your stuttered breaths were right against his skin making him smirk at your reaction. Slowly he fucked up into you, the warm water cascading down your bodies and between the both of you. You couldn’t help but find the whole scenario heavily erotic.

You gasped as Midoriya slowly increased his pace, fucking up into you. The slap of your bodies against each other made you hold your breath. You wanted to memorise every vein and every curvature of his cock inside you. You didn’t want to lose the feeling of him inside you. He filled you so deliciously that it almost as if you were whole when you were both like this. You were gasping for air as you moaned.

“Fuck, Izuku! Just like that! Harder!” You cried, your eyes closed in pleasure as you moved up and down his cock as best as you could with your legs wrapped around him. Midoriya didn’t hesitated to fuck into you harder, forcing you further down his cock making his cock nudge that spot inside you that made you scream. “IZUKU!” You shouted.

Midoriya was breathless, barely able to think other than moving you up and down his cock. He couldn’t think past the fact that he was balls deep inside you. He groaned at how perfect you felt around him, how perfect you were for him. “Y/N…” He groaned. “You feel so fucking perfect.” His grip on you tightened. “So beautiful. So amazing… Fuck~”

You were practically jumping up and down in his arms on top of his cock. You were so close. So fucking close. You couldn’t breathe with all this hot air around you, your entire existence condensed into this moment. The coil inside you was going to snap and with the way he was fucking you in such earnest you were surprised you hadn’t come yet. “Izuku… inside!” You requested, not wanting him anywhere else. “Cum inside.” You requested.

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Midoriya felt a rush down his spine at the thought of coming inside you. With a thrust down onto his cock you gasped. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as your thighs shook as ecstasy washed over your body. Your nails dug into his skin as you came around his cock. Midoriya groaned at the delicious feeling of your pussy milking his cock. With a final thrust inside you, keeping the both of you conjoined, he came inside you. Midoriya let out a stuttered moan as he held onto you. You whined at the warm feeling inside you.

Both you and Midoriya held onto each other for dear life not wanting to let go. Midoriya then noticed you weren’t breathing properly. You were gasping for breath. Quickly he switched off the water in the shower and put his back to the wall of the shower, lowering the both of you to the floor. He put his hands to the side of your head, forcing you to look at him. “Breathe for me baby. Breathe for me.” He instructed you. You nodded taking in a deep breath with him, holding it for a few seconds, hiccups stuttering out of your chest, before letting it out. He nodded with an adoring smile letting you breathe. You closed your eyes, leaned to put your head in the crook of his neck, relaxing for a moment in his warm embrace. You held onto him for dear life not wanting to let go. Midoriya wrapped his arms around you, a hand to the back of your head as he kept you right where you needed to be. And that was with him.

You motioned for Angelica-Nina to come towards you. The black fluffy rabbit hopped over to your bedside, jumping up onto the bed. You cooed over to her as she hopped over to you. She snuggled close to you, positioning herself close enough to get pet by you. You chuckled as you pet down her ears, her nose twitching. Midoriya and you were finally back home for another two weeks of staying together in your apartment. Midoriya was enjoying all the time off away from hero work and you were enjoying all the lazy time too. However, Angelica-Nina did not appreciate getting left at home with Inko without the two of you. She had refused to jump into Midoriya’s hands and had down right thumped at the sight of him. It required a lot of attention from Midoriya for her not to be angry at him anymore.

Said bunny hopped on top of you with little hesitation. Midoriya was spooned up behind you. His arms were wrapped around you as you both slept in for the morning. Angelica-Nina however, did not approve of such behaviour. She hopped onto him, moving over close to his face. Suddenly without warning she thumped his cheek.

“Ow.” He let out lowly. He furrowed his eyebrows for a moment before opening one eye. He chuckled and moved to give her one of his hands and scratched by the scruff of her neck. “Good morning to you too, princess.” He smiled up at her. She stopped her little tantrum, feeling content at his touch once more.

You giggled quietly at how much he was such a sucker for his rabbit. She had him wrapped around his little finger and it was down right amusing. He picked her up and put her back on the bed by your side, but continued to pet her ears down. “We should probably get up now, Izuku. It’s nearly eleven.”

Midoriya closed his eyes again but moved to kiss your neck. “Too early.” He groaned out.

You chuckled as you turned your head to face him. “You’ve gotten lazy, Mr Number One.” You tapped his nose.

Midoriya hummed with a tired smirk on his face. “Then let me be lazy.” He mumbled as he moved closer to your lips, placing his own against yours. You smiled into the kiss, putting your hand to cup his cheek. He pushed back into the kiss, shifting to allow you to turn back onto the bed. He kept kissing you, moving to get on top of you. You groaned into the kiss, moving to wrap your arms around his neck. Then you-

Thump.

Both you and Midoriya turned to Angelica-Nina who twitched her nose as she looked at the both of you.

Thump.

Midoriya and you chuckled at her little tantrums. Placing a final kiss to your neck he hummed. “Don’t leave.” He whispered against your skin.

You giggled. “Okay.”

Questioning why he even got a rabbit in the first place, Midoriya got up and out of bed with a bit yawn. He shook his messy curls, before moving over to scoop Angelica-Nina into his arms. “Okay, girl. Your probably hungry, that’s why you have your ears in a twist.” He grumbled. She stayed in his arms, preferring to be carried around like the princess she was treated to be.

You giggled as you watched the two of them leave. You couldn’t stop the smile on your face. Midoriya was often than not now, insatiable when it came to you and you couldn’t help but love the attention. You couldn’t help but indulge him, especially when he looked at you as if you put the sun in the sky and often kissed your skin like you were made of gold and diamonds.

The sound of your phone vibrating brought you back to reality as you looked over to your side table. You picked up your phone to see Denki flashing on the screen. You raised an eyebrow. You leaned back in your warm bed as you answered the video call.

Suddenly the screen of your phone showed the image of one of your best friends, his yellow vivid hair shining in the sunlight as he wore sunglasses and was somewhere you couldn’t recognise. “I got her on!” You heard him shout to someone behind the phone before focusing on you. “You look cosy.”

You chuckled. “Hey, Denks and indeed I am.” You told him honestly with a nod of your head.

“So, how’s life being Mrs Midoriya?” He asked with a smug smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“It’s…” You paused for a second, thinking of an answer. You sighed. “It’s amazing so far.” You told him honestly. “Izuku and I have been enjoying our honeymoon so everything has been great.”

Denki opened his mouth to say swomething but then Mina cut in from the background. “Girl! Remember, you can’t give birth to a honeymoon baby, it’s too soon!”

You felt heat crawl up your neck making you roll your eyes. “Tell Mina that’s not going to happen and not to bud into my sex life.”

“I’m just saying!” You heard her shout. Then you saw the screen changed as the phone was taken away from Denki suddenly making the electric prohero let out a confused shout. Suddenly you found yourself in the hands of Sero Hanta and Mina who sat against him with a coffee in hand. “If you wanna have little green haired babies be my guess, but I aint letting you fall into the endless rabbit hole that is Midoriya Izuku’s sex life.” She lectured you with a knowing nod, her husband nodding his head along with her. “If he still has the same libido as he did end of high school-”

“Which he still does!” You heard Denki shout from somewhere in the background.

Mina motioned to him before looking back down at you. “Good luck.”

You gave her a pointed look before releasing a sigh. “Morning, Hanta.”

“Hola, Y/N.” He raised a hand with a smile. “You both still alive?”

Before you could answer, Midoriya stole your phone earning a gasp from you. He held your phone in his hand as he set down a tray of breakfast in front of you, instantly shifting your attention. “Alive and well, thank you Hanta.” Midoriya responded.

“Oh, its Izuku. Hi Izuku!” Mina waved.

The phone was once again snatched into someone else’s hands. “HEY!” You heard Mina shout.

“Deku.” You paused as you raised your cup of coffee to your mouth at the voice that had just spoken. Midoriya let out an annoyed sigh at the sight of Bakugou Katsuki. Bakugou glared over at Midoriya with a usual scowl on his face. “You didn’t respond to my message.”

“Um… yah.” He said it with an obvious tone. “I’m on my honeymoon, Kacchan.” Midoriya reminded him. “I’m not answering anyone who isn’t my mom, my wife or my lawyers and you don’t fall into any of those categories. I’m hanging up now.”

“Deku! You know that the case is important. You know damn well I’d rather meet without you but…” You could practically hear the pain in his voice of having to need Midoriya for something. “The courts won’t sign off on it without your written consent and approval before next week.”

Midoriya frowned at the mention of what was needed. He let out a sigh as he closed his eyes, moving a hand to his brows for a second. He didn’t want to work right now, not when he was still on leave and would rather spend the time with you. Midoriya thought of a solution, trying to figure out what was the best course of action.

You put down your mug and moved to kneel on the bed next to where Midoriya was so that Bakugou could see your face. “Katsuki.”

Bakugou paused for a second at the sound of you saying his name. “Y/N…” He breathed out.

“Whatever you need, you can come over and get whatever it is signed.” You told him bluntly, before falling back on your ass.

Midoriya turned towards you in surprise for a moment. “But Y/N, I don’t want to do that to you. We’re on leave and-”

You put a hand up. “It’s important Izuku and it isn’t an everyday thing. It won’t last long and then its over and done with.” Midoriya hesitated but you gave him a smile and a nod of your head. “Don’t worry.” You told him softly. “It’s okay.”

The green haired hero was quiet for a moment before turning back to the phone. “Come over at 9 Kacchan and bring Shoto with you.” Not waiting for a response, Midoriya hung up the phone. He looked back over to you as you looked back up at him. He let out a sigh as his shoulders dropped. “I’m sorry, love. I really didn’t want any sort of work during this time.”

You chuckled as you reached up and took his hand in yours. “It’s okay, Izu. Now come on, lets eat some breakfast, okay?”

Midoriya smiled as he leaned forward towards you. “Actually,” Without warning towards you, Midoriya grabbed your legs and pulled you forward towards him making you let out a scream. He put his hands over you in the sheets as he caged you underneath him with a smirk. He put one hand up to your chin, keeping you looking up at him. A smirk pulled to his lips. “I think breakfast is right in front of me.” Midoriya lowers his lips down to your neck making you giggle.

“Izuku,” You ran a hand through his curly hair, keeping your hands on him. “I mean actually breakfast.” You point out, ignoring the building feeling in your abdomen.

He looked up at you with a furrowed eyebrows as he seemed downright offended. “Don’t judge my breakfast.” He frowned with a low grumble.

Bakugou looked around the apartment with a raised eyebrow as he looked at your new home with Midoriya. You and Midoriya had been living here before you got married for around three months but still Bakugou could tell the new apartment smell when he saw it. That and he was never invited in so it wasn’t much a surprise. Midoriya stood in front of the group of three men with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants with a gentle smile on his face. “Welcome.” He said with a relaxed smile.

Kirishima easily got distracted by the bunny on the couch that seemed rather indifferent about his presence or the other two new presence in the room. Bakugou glanced over at his boyfriend’s tilted head as he watched the bunny chew on a piece of parsley. He rolled his eyes with a soft amused scoff before looking back at Midoriya. He raised an eyebrow unimpressed at Midoriya’s attire. “Looking rather casual, don’t you think Deku?”

Midoriya let out a soft sigh. “I’m on leave, Kacchan and this is my home. I should be bothered by you just being here.”

Bakugou opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted the large redhead in the room. “Thank you for allowing us to come here, Izuku.” He stated as he looked over to Midoriya.

Shoto hummed with a nod of his head, not looking around all that much as he had been in the apartment before unlike the other two. “I apologise for interrupting your leave. If there was another way of going around it, I would make sure we went that way, but the government is pretty strict on such cases.” He explained monotonously.

Midoriya gave Shoto a smiled. “I am aware, Shoto. It’s alright.” Midoriya then flicked his gaze over to Kirishima, his warmer expression slipping as he looked rather indifferent towards the redhead. Kirishima picked up on it instantly. He could feel the way Midoriya went colder at the sight of him. “It was my wife who decided that you all could come here, Eijiro. I just allowed it.” He explained. He motioned for them all to follow him to his study.

Bakugou set his eyes on Midoriya, as he followed the Number One hero. “Sounds rather controlling.” He let out lowly as he looked around the hallway as they followed him.

Midoriya glanced back at him. “Y/N and I co-own this apartment. I can decide who enters and so can my wife.” He explained. He opened the door to his study and walked inside, leading the other three men in.

Midoriya easily cut to the chase and the four of them quickly got into a discussion of the case they were working on. It was a bit of an ugly case, a villain who had done more than a few unsavoury things and had murdered enough people for the state to want justice. He was defeated by the heroes and easily put into Tartarus. However, the heroes were given some power over the case and were now allowed, due to the hard efforts of Midoriya and other heroes, to work in the cases as well in the judicial system and follow them there and not just leave it all up to the police.

You really didn’t know what all the buzz was about, but you did now that you had guests over and you also luckily knew all of them well enough to get them refreshments.

You knocked first before opening the door some more with your body. You kept your eyes glued to Midoriya first before sweeping across the three other men in the room. “Evening, I brought drinks.” You spoke sweetly. Midoriya looked up from where he was seated. Todoroki sat to his left while Bakugou and Kirishima sat to his right, all eyes turned to you. Midoriya’s expression softened at the sight of you. You walked in with a tray in hand.

Bakugou and Kirishima tried not to focus on how you looked in the silk short kimono robe you wore as you walked in. You were clearly comfortable and didn’t take much mind in what you were wearing and neither did Todoroki (to be fair, you and Midoriya could walk around naked, and Todoroki wouldn’t bat an eye). However, Bakugou tried not to focus on the way the silk went over your breasts and Kirishima tried to keep his eyes away from your exposed legs as you set the tray down.

You walked over to where Midoriya sat. You put your hand on his shoulder. “Y/N, you didn’t have to.” He stated with a hand over your own as he looked up at you.

You put a finger to his chin, tilting his head up as he looked up at you. “I didn’t mind, Izuku. Not at all.” You remind him as you place a kiss to his lips making him smile.

“Thank you.” He said in gratitude as he moved to kiss the knuckles of your hand, “We’ll be done soon but you don’t have to stay up.”

You chuckle letting go of him and turning to leave. “Alright.” You waved a hand to Todoroki. “Goodbye Shoto.”

Todoroki had since picked up the cup of tea you had made him. He bowed his head. “Bye, Y/N. Thank you for the tea.”

You waved a hand down showing him it was no problem. You stood at the door with a nod towards Bakugou and Kirishima before leaving once more, leaving the door how you found it.

Bakugou reached down and picked up the glass that he knew belonged to him. You had made him a Manhattan. He moved to glass to his lips, taking a sip. It almost felt nostalgic and borderline painful. You had made it just how he liked it, just how you used to make it for him. Kirishima picked up the beer that you had left him, surprisingly the same brand he liked.

Midoriya took a sip of his Moscato. He smiled. “So… court is on what date?” He asked clearly in a lighter mood after your visit.

It took thirty minutes more before they were all done their business and Midoriya could finally get rid of the other three proheroes. Although he couldn’t wait to get back to you, he was however glad that everything was sorted, and he wouldn’t have to worry about it when he got back.

Todoroki was the first to leave his study, then Kirishima but the redhead paused when he noticed that Bakugou didn’t move. He looked back at the blond, his eyebrows furrowed in worry. Bakugou raised a hand. “I’m coming, Eijiro.” He spoke, although his crimson eyes were on Midoriya. Kirishima had an uneasy feeling but left towards the staircase with Todoroki.

Midoriya stayed seated as he looked over at Bakugou. Poison met blood. Green met red. The two didn’t say anything for a minute and yet kept eye-contact. It was painfully tense in the room. “Well…” Midoriya started as he folded his arms over his chest. “Say what you want to say, before it chokes you.”

Bakugou looked down at the glass in his hand already finished and yet he missed every drop of it. He wished he could drink it again and again, because it reminded him of you in the most painful and yet beautiful of ways. His grip tightened around the glass. “You know she’ll never love you, right?” He looked up at an emotionless Midoriya. “Not as much as she loved me.”

The green haired man let out a sigh as he rubbed his temple. “Are you done?” He asked.

“She said it herself.” He leaned over and put the glass on the tray. He flicked his gaze back to Midoriya. “It’s quite a shame she had to lower herself down to you.”

Midoriya furrowed his eyebrows as he tilted his head to the side. “And how exactly am I on a lower standard than you?” He asked motioning to the blond.

“You quirkless, villain’s bastard.” Bakugou immediately noticed the way Midoriya stiffened, and he couldn’t help but broaden his smirk seeing that he struck a nerve. “I bet you didn’t tell her about that, now did you?”

You stopped outside the cracked open door. You had just wanted to go and get water from the kitchen when you heard only the sounds of Bakugou and Midoriya speaking. You paused as you leaned slightly more towards the door.

“Tell her about what?” Midoriya asked, one hand gripping the cushioned seat a bit harder than he would like to admit.

Bakugou leaned back nonchalantly. He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the green haired man in front of him. “You really want to put her through the same stress you put your mother through?” He asked with a raise of an eyebrow. “Y/N wants kids, and you are really going to give her so much unnecessary stress by giving her a quirkless child who’s just like you?” He motioned to Midoriya who’s jaw was tense, but he stayed silent. “You were lucky, Izuku but that’s all it is. Luck. You weren’t born privileged or lucky enough to even have a quirk. You received a hand-me-down quirk from All Might and nothing more. If it wasn’t for One for All you would have nothing. The Midoriya name would mean nothing.”

Midoriya scowled his eyes looking down away from Bakugou. “Shut up, Kacchan.” He stated simply but dripping in venom.

Bakugou shifted forward. “Without all the help you received from All Might, all the government officials just wanting to get close to the new barer of One for All, you would have been nothing. Nothing but a quirkless kid from Shizuoka with stupid dreams.”

“Shut up, Kacchan.”

“Did you even tell her that Midoriya is your mother’s name? Tell her about your so called father who is infamously known for killing thousands of lives? Did you tell her about that?” Bakugou asked amusedly with a tilt of his head. “Did you tell her about how easy it would be for one more bad accident to happen to you causing you to retire from hero work indefinitely because of how reckless you are with your body? Did you tell her about how easy it would be to ruin her because of you.”

Midoriya stood up abruptly. He pointed to the door, his eyes dark. “Get out.” He whispered lowly, trying so hard not to lunge himself at the blond. His hair sparked slightly but he tried to keep his composure. “Get out of my apartment, right now.”

“Why, does it bother you that I’m telling you the truth?” Bakugou asked standing up to match Midoriya. “Face it, Izuku. I’m right.”

“I don’t fucking care what you say to me, Katsuki, but I won’t allow you to insult my family name.”

“Because you won’t accept the truth.”

“Because you’re talking about my family, Katsuki! Not just me but my mother and my wife!” He shouted over at the blond as he put a hand to his chest, pupils small as he felt threatened by Bakugou. “Do you honestly think I would stand here and let you disregard me? Disregard who my family is? Y/N is part of that as well and I will not let you disrespect us by talking ill about our family.”

Bakugou let out an amused chuckle. “Your family? Your family! She was supposed to be a Bakugou. If it wasn’t for my mistake, she wouldn’t even entertain you, Izuku!” He said taking a step closer with a sneer on his face.

Midoriya let out a cynical laugh. “My God, you are so delusional!” He shook his head almost in amused shock at Bakugou’s words.

“You know nothing about her! Bet you can’t even please her right.”

Midoriya flicked his gaze over to Bakugou. His eyes darkened, something in them that wasn’t supposed to be in the eyes of a hero. He lifted up a hand and pointed it to Bakugou. “Katsuki, If I hear another word about my wife,” He spoke calmly as he looked at the blond unwaveringly. “coming out of your mouth-”

“You’re gonna do what, Izuku? Tell me? What are you going to do?” Bakugou taunted amusedly.

“I am going to kill you.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Uh huh, yah-”

Midoriya pulled Bakugou in by his shoulder before holding on to the back of the blond’s neck, forcing him down to look up at him. Midoriya didn’t smile as he stared down at Bakugou unblinkingly. Not even a sliver of hesitation in his eyes as he looked down at the blond. Bakugou paused as he looked up at Midoriya, a dark veil over his face as he stared down at him.

Bakugou let out a scoff, ignoring his fast beating heart. “Like father like son, huh?”

Midoriya blinked. He rolled his eyes, heavily annoyed. He held the blond tightly in his grasp and started to pull him over to the door. “How about I escort you out.” Midoriya wasn’t suggesting it as he entered the empty hallway. He ignored a grumbling Bakugou as he went downstairs and apologised to Todoroki and Kirishima for the wait. He let the three men out of the apartment before closing the door behind them.

Midoriya took a moment, not to think, not to breathe. He held his breath and closed his eyes. He only took a breath again when his body forced him to. Frustrated tears lined his eyes that he quickly brushed away.

A squeak took his attention as a sleepy Angelica-Nina looked up at him from her place on the couch. Her nose twitching. Midoriya put a sad smile on his face. He brushed down her ears, picking her up to put against his chest. He walked over and placed her down onto her bunny bed where she preferred to sleep. He let her be before moving back to his study to clear up.

It was another ten minutes before Midoriya walked into your shared room. He made his way into the covers behind you. Right before he could pull you in, you turned around to face him. The room was dark but without the curtains drawn, you could see him pretty easily with the lights from the city. You wiggled into his arms as you looked up at him.

Midoriya let out a soft sigh. “I thought I told you that you shouldn’t stay up?” He asked in a low whisper.

You hummed. “I wanted to wait for you.” You answered him back honestly.

You took a moment before raising your hands to his face. You moved to lie on top of him, putting your hands to cup his face as you looked down at him. You furrowed your eyebrows. “Izuku…” You spoke sweetly. You could tell he wasn’t okay. You could feel it and you didn’t want to confess to him that you knew why. “Izuku, honey, what’s wrong?” He closed his eyes trying not to breakdown in front of you. You shushed him sweetly as you placed a kiss to his cheek. “Shh… it’s okay.” You whispered to him. “I’m here.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered back up to you. “Kach-… Katsuki…” You perked up at the fact that Midoriya was using Bakugou’s first name. “Katsuki just got under my skin. I’m sorry for acting so poorly, I should be stronger than this.” He said lowly as he closed his eyes turning his head away from you.

You frowned at his apology. “Izuku, don’t apologise for being hurt, it’s natural. It shows that you’re human.” You reminded him, dragging your hand through his hair. “Did… did he say something about us?” Midoriya opened his eyes as he looked back up to you. He nodded his head. You frowned. You reached over to grab his hand off your hip as you brought your conjoined hands in front of him. “You see this?” You asked him. You had joined your left hand with his own. You both still had your wedding rings on. “This is us. There is nothing that Katsuki can do that can change this. I am a Midoriya, I am married to you. You, Midoriya Izuku…” You smiled dearly as you smiled down at him. “Wonderfully hard working, loving, kind and charismatic you. Whatever Katsuki said just know its probably shit and he’s still pouting like a baby because he lost, and you won and he doesn’t like that. It’s you and me, Izuku. You and me.”

Midoriya took a moment to look up at you, his pupils big in the darkness as he did so. He lifted his hands to go over yours. You noticed a glossy look in his emerald eyes. He let out a stuttered breath as he closed his eyes. “God, I love you.” Your eyebrows raised in surprise at his words. He opened his eyes again to look at you with a soft smile. “I’m drowning in your existence, and I fear you’ll try and save me.”

You were silent for a moment, not wanting to regret this decision, and you prayed you wouldn’t. He leaned down to put your noses against each other, lips brushing each other. “I don’t think I can save you, Izuku.”

“How come?” He asked, moving to wrap his arms around your body.

You closed your eyes as you leaned in.

“Because I’m drowning too.”

-Glitch1d

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Summary: CEO Bakugo Katsuki stumbles upon a series called My Hero by Deku by chance, but soon he is completely engulfed by the series though the events start hitting a bit too close to home. With the author soon retiring, having more questions than answers about the series, he finds himself at a book signing event. What he wasn't expecting was to find his ex-boyfriend Midoriya Izuku sitting behind the author's table.

Pairings: Bakugo x Midoriya (past tense) | Bakugo x Setsuna

Word Count: 2820

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, unplanned pregnancy, and angst

AN: Based on the Twitter prompt by @/subbbyprincesss ( Link )

To say Bakugo’s irritated would be an understatement. Ever since the announcement of his marriage and fiancee’s pregnancy, work seems to refuse to settle down, mostly due to Setsuna’s declaration that he had been in a relationship when they met. Several of the companies they have contracts with are talking about pulling out, citing his indiscretion doesn't match their image and goes against their policies.

On one hand he can understand where they’re coming from, but on the other hand he couldn’t especially since the prior relationship Setsuna referenced had never been publicly announced. For all they knew, he could’ve simply been seeing someone else casually, but bad press is bad press either way and he gets that.

** “See if we can move my 2 o’clock to a dinner meeting, maybe a few drinks will keep Yagi Enterprises from pulling their contract and call Setsuna’s agent to confirm the time for her next appointment. She wants me there and it’ll look good with the press.”

Bakugo waits several seconds before annoyingly looking up, curious as to why his secretary hasn’t responded to him. He’s a bit shocked to see the blonde woman engulfed in her phone, repeatedly swiping down on her screen, attention clearly far from her boss.

The blonde clears his throat, “I didn’t realize I was interrupting whatever is so important you didn’t hear me.”

The woman pales, words tripping over each other as she rushes to apologize, seemingly forgetting the need to breathe.

Bakugo holds up a hand, not wanting to deal with the clean up if his secretary passed out in his office. “Well, what were you doing?”

Camie awkwardly rubs the back of her neck, embarrassment creeping up her body. “Uhm, well – my favorite author announced his retirement and his final book will have a limited release. I didn’t wanna miss it.”

Bakugo leans back in his chair, unsure of how to feel about what he’s just learned. Part of him had honestly thought she’d say she was messaging a lover or something, not trying to get some special book. Though now thinking about it, when was the last time he had bothered to read something other than corporate jargon, contracts and business emails? Maybe he should check it out since it was good enough to have his usually completely obedient secretary distracted.

** Izuku’s retirement announcement causes his previously published book to quickly run out of stock and get posted on various sites for astronomically high prices. Neither deter the blonde from getting the entire series and fortunately calling in a favor from Yaoyorozu Publishing got him two copies of the final book. He’ll chalk it up as his secretary’s end of the year bonus.

He didn’t have any expectations going in, though Camie did fill him in on the basic premise. My Hero by Deku: a queer series following two boys who grew up childhood best friends turned lovers and the ups and down that came with life and relationships.

He glances down at his watch, he has an hour before his lunch with Setsuna, figuring he’ll read a few chapters and easily put it down in time to leave. He’s completely wrong. At first the dedication page captures his attention.

‘To my image of victory, K.’

Something about it catches him off-guard, though he can’t really explain why. Then as he reads the pages, watches as each character grows individually and then together, there’s just something so raw, so familiar about it all. It isn’t until a furious Setsuna marches into his office that he realizes he’s been reading for over two hours, almost finishing the first book entirely.

Begrudgingly he put the book down, taking an early day to help quell Setsuna’s rage as he promises to take her to her favorite jewelry store. Once she falls asleep, he slowly climbs out of bed and heads to his study where he had the book series dropped off by his secretary. He rereads the dedication, still unable to figure out what about it left his skin feeling prickly, before jumping into where he left off.

He picks up the second book as soon as he closes the first one and that continues through each volume of the series. He hasn’t been this taken by a series since the All-Might comics from his childhood, something he realizes he shared with the main characters of the series. Just like the first, each dedication page makes something inside of him churn and the more it happens, the more frustrated he gets.

‘I’m glad I finally caught up to you, K.’

‘For the love of my life, K.’

Who is ‘K’? Who had helped give birth to this emotional rollercoaster of a series? Then he remembers Camie told him the author is retiring and he can’t help but wonder if this mysterious ‘K’ is the reason behind that. He tries looking it up online, but the social media accounts he finds for Deku are only about his books. The most recent post announcing that he’s planning to have a farewell book signing in a few locations.

** His driver looks back at him, not that he noticed with his nose stuck in the last volume of the series. He has read it three times already, trying to put pieces together that he isn’t entirely sure are there to begin with. That damn dedication has once again got to him, this time however leaving a breath caught in his throat and his mind full of more questions than any of the others had.

‘I guess we reached the end of our journey, Kacchan. I thought I could write our ending as well as I wrote our beginning, but I should have known – the deepest heartbreak can’t be put into words. I’ll always love you, Kacchan.’

He tries to think his way out of the reality that’s starting to build around him. Tries to think of some other reason for why everything that was written feels so gripping, why each word and each event described felt so familiar. Surely somewhere there’s another ‘Kacchan’ because he couldn’t let himself believe it’s him, that he’s the ‘K’ that is so deeply entangled within the series.

Which is why he was heading to the Tokyo book signing event – to actually see that the author isn’t the freckled-faced man he knew. To allow himself to get off the hook for being the reason for such heartache because the thought makes him sick. But life is cruel, at least that’s what Bakugo thinks when he walks into the bookstore and sees those green curls that filled all of his childhood memories.

“Excuse me?” The voice from behind him is annoyed. “Are you in line?”

“Oh, uhm,” he doesn’t know what to do, “go ahead.”

So this had been what Izuku was typing away at on his laptop any chance he got. He remembers once finding him curled on the couch, frantically hitting each key as if his life depended on it and how Izuku had practically slammed it shut when Bakugo came up behind him.

The dedication once again crosses his mind – we reached the end of our journey – and for the first time he lets himself realize how shitty he treated Izuku the last time they spoke, roughly a year ago. ** They had just gotten back to their apartment, emerald eyes shone as he chatted away about their upcoming trip, making mental lists of everything they needed to pack. He only stopped when the blonde grabbed his wrist, pulling him backwards.

“Kacchan?”

“Setsuna’s pregnant.”

��Oh.” Izuku walked into the kitchen, putting away the groceries they had just bought. He turned to look at his partner, a soft and innocent smile on his face and that nearly gutted the blonde, “do you have a backup model for that shoot?”

Of course Izuku thought it was about work, he never had a reason to think anything else of the comment and Bakugo was about to destroy him. He’d been waiting for weeks to tell him the truth, to confess about his late night excursions, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t stand to imagine those emerald-colored eyes looking at him with anything other than love.

“Setsuna’s pregnant.” He watched bright eyes dull as a jaw clenched, “with my child.”

Loose green curls start to shake from side to side, bottom lip pulled between his teeth. “No, no, because that would mean…”

Glossy eyes searched ruby red ones for some sign that he jumped to an awful conclusion, that his active imagination took hold of his thoughts, but he didn't find one. He couldn’t because the blonde looked away almost as quickly as his eyes met his, a glimpse of red colored guilt.

“Was it worth it?”

“Izu–”

“Answer me. Was it worth throwing us away? Throwing away years of friendship, of love? Worth ending a five year relationship over?” He ran his hands across his face, mind racing faster than usual.

“I don’t…I don’t know.”

“When did it start? Cause though it’s possible, I doubt it was just one time.”

“Back in March. We met for drinks to discuss her contra–” Bakugo stopped when Izuku glared at him, holding up a hand to stop him.

“So while I was away taking care of my sick mother, you were balls deep in some…some…UGH!” He stormed out of the kitchen, roughly dragging his fingers through his hair as he marched into their bedroom.

He had done everything for Katsuki. His whole life had been about him. From his childhood memories painted with youthful excitement over All-Might and playing pretend to their teenage years as he could only stand there watching the distance between them grow and finally to adulthood where they finally fell into each other’s arms.

His world, for 26 years, revolved around ash blonde hair and a bad attitude. Putting Katsuki before himself on several occasions because having him in his life was better than being without him. Izuku had even agreed to keep their relationship a secret, away from the cameras and spotlight so it didn’t interfere with how people perceived the blonde and his ability to perform his CEO duties. But what did that even matter now?

Tears blurred his vision as he grabbed whatever clothes he could from the various drawers he pulled out before he yanked clothes from the closet, stuffing them in a suitcase. He could hear Katsuki saying something but the blood that was rushing in his ears muffled most of it. Izuku didn’t care, how could it? Everything he ever did, all the choices that he made, none of it meant anything anymore.

“Izuku.”

Nothing. The greenette ignored him, maneuvering around the blonde to the bathroom and then the living room, snatching things to shove into the bag. Katsuki followed him around, frantically trying to get him to just stop and listen, increasingly growing more angry with each ignored plea.

“Izuku, fuck, just sto–” His sentence was cut off when the heavy black bag was shoved into his chest, confusion coating his face.

“Get out.” Izuku finally broke the silence.

“No, we need to talk.”

Izuku pointed at the door. “Get. Out.”

“Would you just fucking listen!?!” Katsuki was trying to remain calm, but he wasn’t being allowed to talk, to explain and it was chipping away at his patience.

“Will talking change the fact you slept with her? Will it change the fact that she’s pregnant?” He doesn’t wait for Katsuki’s response, “no, it won’t. We have nothing to talk about. Leave now.”

“No, dammit, talk to me!”

Izuku started to push Katsuki toward the door, repeatedly saying “just leave”.

Something snapped in the blonde. He had been trying to get Izuku to just listen, to hear him out because regardless of the pregnancy, he wanted to be with him but the greenette refused to just stop and give him a moment to explain. He couldn’t take it anymore, shoving Izuku backwards, his temper taking full control.

“Fine, fuck!” All he could see was red, ignoring the way Izuku was starting to finally crumble. Katsuki turned to open the door,but then stopped, barely bothering to glance over his shoulder. “It’s not like we could ever be more than this anyways.”

He pulled the door shut harder than he needed to, knowing that his partner, well ex-partner now, was finally letting himself fall apart. But what could he do? What he said wasn’t a lie. The lie had been the two of them pretending they could ever be more than what they were. That they could ever openly claim their relationship, ever start a family, or ever look like more than roommates to their friends. In some twisted way, Bakugo allowed himself to see his infidelity as a saving grace, something that in the long run would save him and Izuku from more pain down the road.

** “The book signing will end in fifteen minutes. If you want to get in line, please do so now.” A man with two-toned hair announces before leaning down to whisper something to Deku.

Bakugo makes his way to the line, letting whoever gets behind him cut so that he can be the last in line. He really should’ve thought this plan out because now that he’s here, nothing he had planned on saying sounds good enough. For the first time in his life, he’s starting to second guess his decision on coming here.

He could slip out now, pretend that he had never stepped foot in the bookstore. He had been horrible to Izuku the last time they saw each other, even going as far as sending Kirishima to gather the rest of his things from their apartment. Izuku looks like he’s been doing fine, what right does he have to disturb that?

“Uhm, sir? Are you in line?”

He looks over and sees the same man who made the announcement looking at him with a curious expression. Bakugo now realizes that he’s just been standing there, roughly ten steps from the table and that he’s the only one left around them.

“Fuck, I mean, uh, yes I am.” He quickly closes the gap, sitting his copy of the final installment on the table in front of Izuku.

“Who do I make th…” Izuku freezes, finally looking up at the man on the other side of the table. He tries to swallow the panic that’s climbing up his throat but his mouth is too dry. Never in a million years would he have imagined this happening. How did he even know he had written the books? Why was he here? He had made his feelings clear months ago.

“I didn’t know you were the author until I walked into the bookstore and I’m here because…well I don’t know. I guess part of me figured it was vain to think these books were about us and wanted to prove myself wrong. And for the record, I was an ass months ago.”

Izuku curses his mumbling, picking the pen up as he opens to the title page of the book. “Would you like it addressed to Bakugo or Katsuki?”

“Are those my only options?”

Izuku bites the inside of his lip, trying to keep it from trembling. He just wants this interaction to end, to leave the bookstore and go back to his apartment. He hates this feeling that’s tightening in his chest as the blonde looks at him like a wounded animal. As if he had been the one that broke them apart. He starts to scribble a message, letting the words just flow from the tip of the pen.

“Thank you for purchasing my book. Have a lovely night.” There’s a forced smile on Izuku’s face as he recites the same line he told everyone after signing the book(s) they brought. For some reason it just sounds like nails on a chalkboard to Bakugo.

Without much thought, he reaches for Izuku’s wrist as he gets up to leave. Izuku quickly holds up a hand to the two-toned haired man who starts to intervene before emerald eyes look at him.

“Is there something else you wanted to say?”

There’s a lot he wants to say, but doubts any of it will hold the meaning he wants. He could say I’m sorry, but what’s that worth now? He could ask how he’s been, but he’s not privileged to that information anymore. He could even see if he’d want to get a coffee, but he doesn’t even know if he still drinks it.

“Deku, huh?” Bakugo lets go of his wrist, looking down at the cover of the book “you’re far from useless, Izuku.”

“It stands for ‘I can do it’. At first it meant I can write our story.” Green eyes lock onto red ones, a soft smile on his lips, “but now it’s for I can get over you.”

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