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Izuku had no reason to think Ochako had been unfaithful again.

And yet his chest seized anyway like it had been the first time.

His throat went dry as if he'd shoved cotton down his esophagus, then it clinches like a razor blade sliding into its sheath: tight and restrictive. His fingers tighten around the phone, making the plastic of the cover creak. Tears blurring his vision, warping the glowing screen into a mix of water color streaks, but he could still read the text messages through the wet sheen.

He wished he couldn't.

to Cousin:

I miiisss youu babyyy

mm fuckkk, im hungover and im still a little sore from yesterday… your fault :(

from Cousin:

But you were fucking begging me to go harder last night tho.

"AHHHH!!!! AHHHH! HARDER! BAKUGO! HARDER! DEEPER!!"

That's you btw. Ha. You're such a cockslut.

You love the reminder being sore gives you don't act like you don't.

Each crude line churned his stomach like small black holes eating away at him, bile creeping up his throat.

Ochako cheating hurt like hell. They were high school sweethearts. She had been his first hand hold, first kiss, first time making love, first everything. Four years of loving each other; shared meals, celebrating anniversaries, whispering sweet nothings late at night, washing each other's hair, waking up to each other—and all gone down the drain in an instant. Four years to the trash. Just like that.

The first time Izuku found out she cheated on him, it hollowed him out completely. She had swore up and down to him that it was just a one time thing, that it didn't mean anything. Ochako insisted she loved him and he was naive enough to believe her.

He almost left her. But how can you just up and leave someone who has been with you through your toughest moments? Love meant taking a partner as they are, flaws and all, didn't it? The hard part was getting past the issue and healing together but for the sake of their relationship, he could write her betrayal as just a drunken mistake. It didn't mean anything, Ochako had even said so! There was no need to hang on to the past when they could simply move forward and pretend it never happened. Izuku thought it was fine. It was fine.

But fuck, a second time? Izuku was forgiving but he wasn't an outright idiot.

What destroyed him the most wasn't the fact that she had cheated again—but the fact that she had cheated twice with the same person: Bakugo Katsuki.

Ochako had introduced them once. How stupid did Ochako take him? She must've had balls of steel to introduce him to the man she'd been secretly fucking, smiling like everything was okay. Had Izuku known, he would've squared punched the fucker in the face at first sight.

Izuku met him at a party around six months ago. It was a frat party like any other, he wasn't sure which one, they all blended together. This wasn't Izuku's scene but he got invited to these sort of functions by proxy of being Ochako's boyfriend. She's all into the sorority lifestyle; the drinking, the dancing until her heels cave, the blacking out with glittery make up still on—that's her thing, not his. And yet he let himself get dragged to these loud, overbearing parties to keep his girlfriend happy.

I love her, he reminded himself like a mantra when Ochako dragged him through a house with way too many sweaty people and a rancid stench of alcohol.

"That's Bakugo. Bakugo Katsuki, he's the Alpha Beta Pi frat president. My sorority works a lot with his." Ochako said, already a little clumsy on her feet from the shots she took with her girlfriends. "Bakugo, this is Midoriya Izuku. My boyfriend."

Bakugo didn't look like a fraternity president—he had snakebite piercings, spiky blonde hair, and a natural scowl on his face that seemed to be his default. The man dressed rather alternative, like a wannabe 2000s punk rockstar, nothing that you would expect from someone running any sort of official campus position, no offense.

"Yo." Bakugo flicked ash from his joint, eyes sizing him up slowly in careful assessment. The blonde placed the stick between his lips before offering a hand to Izuku.

Izuku politely took the offer, firmly shaking the limp hand. "Nice to meet you, Bakugo." Izuku smiled brightly.

Bakugo didn't say anything for a beat, his eyes raking down Izuku once more before letting out a small pleased hum, lip curling up languidly.

"Likewise, Izuku." Bakugo said lowly.

Looking back on it, Bakugo had to have known Ochako was playing him for a fool and that's why Bakugo had looked at him like that… because he already knew Izuku was the only one in the room who didn't understand he was the punch line of the joke. He squeezed Ochako's phone harder at the fact, his fingertips going white from the pressure.

He had been so stupid. So fucking stupid.

The light wet pattering from the shower went quiet. Ochako came out of the steamy bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body and another small one drying her hair.

Izuku sat on the bed, eyes glued to the phone screen in front of him, silent as a ghost.

She took in a sharp breath when she realized Izuku was holding her phone. Her eyes trailing down to the text messages and then back at Izuku's hard expression.

"What are you doing with my phone baby, did someone important text me?" She asked lightly, too lightly, as if she was trying to play something off.

Izuku's bottom teeth scraped against his top. "Yup. Your cousin."

Ochako's pupils narrowed in fear and seemed to flee from the expanding white of her eyes, like she was trying to escape her own body. "I-I can explain!" Her voice trembled. "Baby, wait, it's not what it looks like—"

"Why him?" His voice cracked when it gets to the last word, throat closing shut like it didn't want to finish the sentence. He hated how affected he sounded but he had to know—what was it about that bastard that had her wrapped around his finger?

"I'm sorry." She choked a sob through wobbly lips. "I-I don't know why I keep going back to him. I love you Izuku. P-please, please don't leave me."

Izuku couldn't even bare to look at her right now. He felt so betrayed, so hurt. He couldn't forgive her like last time. He refused to be that stupid again.

"I can't right now." He dropped her phone on the bed. The tightness in his throat replaced with monotonous apathy, white hot fury in his chest caved into emptiness.

"B-but what does that mean?" She freaked, taking a step towards Izuku as she held on to her towel. Izuku could feel her stare burning into his bones as he kept quiet. "Izuku! Talk to me!" She was desperately pleading now.

Izuku stood up, walking past her to fill a duffel bag he fished from the closet with some clothing to last him a few days, toiletries, and essentials. Ochako's gaze followed him as he did so, the room was filled with a tense quiet that uneased her.

"I'm staying with a friend for a couple of days to think things out."

Ochako jumped at his voice, clearly not expecting a firm answer—the response irritated Izuku further.

"S-so what does this mean?!" She shrieked.

"It means I'm leaving. I'll be back for the rest of my things before our lease ends."

Ochako fell to her knees, hands gripping her towel tighter than ever. "Izuku please, I'm begging you—"

Like how you beg to Bakugo? The thought was bitter like acid in his throat.

"—don't leave. I need you." Her eyes were burning red, hot tears flowing down her cheeks. Izuku couldn't bear to stand it. He was the one who had the right to be crying, not her. Yet his heart still constricted at the sight, he didn't like to see her sad, he still loved her after all. But a plethora of emotions were surging through him right now; pain, hurt, betrayal, anger, disgust, vitriol. All of them muddling into something ugly. She doesn't deserve his sympathy because she didn't respect him enough to be loyal or upfront.

He forced himself to look away. "I can't look at you." Izuku swung the duffel bag over his shoulder, stepping aside Ochako's kneeled form to avoid stepping on her.

"Izuku please!!" Her hands curled around his ankle in a last desperate attempt to keep him stationary.

Izuku clicked his tongue. "Ochako , let go."

"What am I going to do w-without you?"

"Let go."

"No! I can't live without you!"

"…"

"I need you!" Her chest heaved, face slumping on his shoe. "I love you!"

"If you loved me, you wouldn't have fucked Bakugo behind my back, god knows how many times." He snapped back.

Ochako stiffened. She slowly looked up at him, face covered with snot and tears.

"Let. Go." He repeated, throat tight.

She made a small noise between a whine and a hiccup. Then, she let go of Izuku reluctantly.

"I don't want to see you anymore." Izuku said flatly, repressing all the emotions he was drowning in from within.

He saw her dig her nails on the floor from the corner of his eyes, her lips flattening into a thin line.

Izuku didn't look back as he exited the apartment. He held his breath, trying to control his shaky hands.

The moment the door slammed shut, his lungs gave out. He braced a hand against the wall and finally broke, sobs tearing out of him like they were trying to crawl their way out of his flesh.

For a second, he truly felt like his life had lost all meaning.

Izuku honestly had nowhere to go, he packed his shit and left with absolutely no plan.

He was too humiliated to ask any of his friends to crash because then they would ask what happened and quite frankly, he didn't want to explain Ochako had cheated on him a second time—not after his friends had advised him to leave the relationship the first time it happened. It was fucking embarrassing. Especially since Izuku had been so adamant that it would never happen again because they had talked about it and moved on.

So he drove aimlessly for hours, hand squeezing the steering wheel with the windows partly down. He would sleep in his car if all else came crashing down. He didn't care, he was furious and that seemed like a better option than staying in that apartment with Ochako a second longer.

He heard somewhere online once that driving angry was equivalent to driving drunk, it blinded your senses apparently. Whoever said that was plain wrong. If anything, Izuku felt much more hyperaware of every single little thing; the car radio, the car headlights that were way too bright to be on the road and should be made illegal, the reflection of the car up his ass in the rear view mirror.

Why was that guy making a big deal of following behind him so close when they can just switch lanes like a normal person. He was already going ten over the speed limit.

Izuku muttered a whole bunch of curses to the car tailgating him—god, do people even have sympathy anymore? He just got cheated on. Do people even care?

The car honked at him, and that honestly threw Izuku over the edge like a marble dropping into a full cup, water overflowing above the glass ridge, which in this case was a metaphor for his pathetic tears. He started bawling again. The tears only worsened when the tailgating guy switched lanes just to roll his window down and flip him off.

The world is so unfair and cruel. His tears rolled down his neck uncomfortably and he couldn't see the road anymore, so he forced himself to blink the tears away so he doesn't crash and die from something idiotic like swerving his car into a tree.

Somehow, after driving a bit more, he had found himself in a familiar neighborhood: Shoto's place. Maybe his mind unconsciously knew Izuku needed the comfort of his best friend—the only person who wouldn't judge him for being in the same situation twice.

It was like he blacked out for a while—he doesn't remember parking into the driveway, or turning off his car, or how his feet dragged him towards the front door. But hey, he was here already, it was too late to turn back no matter how embarrassed he was.

He knocked weakly on Shoto's door, suddenly remembering just how shitty he must look right now.

His eyes were bloodshot red, face puffier than a marshmallow, his nose was irritated from blowing it too much, and his back was slumped all sad and pathetic like a wet, shaky dog asking to be let in. His expression was just as miserable, lips curling down into a dejected pout.

He almost has the mind to turn around and sleep in his car like he planned to in the first place until Shoto opened the door, hair tousled from what looked like deep sleep, brows raised slightly in confusion. "Izuku?"

Izuku let out a heavy breath. He was one 'are you okay?' away from collapsing into his friends arms. So he stayed quiet.

He would be alright just as long as Shoto didn't ask—

"Are you okay?" Shoto studied his face, clearly worried, there was a gentle caress to his words, almost like he didn't want to break Izuku, and that was the final nail in the coffin.

Izuku didn't hold his tears back, he walked straight towards Shoto, hiding his face on his friend's shoulder. Shoto wordlessly wrapped his arms around Izuku, rubbing his back softly.

"C-can I stay for a few days? Izuku sniffed, nose blocking his voice from sounding normal. "Just until I f-figure things out. Something happened."

"Hey." Shoto leaned back to observe him, gently removing Izuku's tears with his thumb. "Stay however long you need."

Shoto took him in for tea. Izuku didn't even need much prodding after all—it seemed that the comfort of Shoto's silence and the warm steam of the mug was all he needed to spill.

Izuku told Shoto everything that occurred: the text messages, the break up, the driving for hours until he passed Shoto's neighborhood.

His best friend didn't interject once, instead he listened carefully to Izuku's story.

Only when Izuku finished talking did Shoto squeeze his shoulder reassuringly, "I'm sorry you went through that. You didn't deserve that treatment."

Shoto sipped his tea, humming in thought as he set the mug back down on the coaster. "It's hard to imagine Ochako being capable of doing such a thing after everything…"

His friend was right. It was hard to imagine the woman who showered him with love and affection could ever betray him like that.

Sure it had happened once before but her behavior afterwards was remorseful and she had been so doting, always putting Izuku first. It made Izuku confused. What did he lack that Bakugo could provide for her? Certainly not the personality, the guy was rude, saying all of those mean things to Ochako through text, it was sickening.

"I want to kill that asshole." Izuku mumbled.

Shoto took a look at him, he pondered a bit before answering carefully, "It was Ochako's choice to be unfaithful. I doubt violence would make you feel any better."

His friend was so reasonable, it sobered him up in times like these. He wished he could be like him, the anger was eating him alive though. He couldn't necessarily direct it at Ochako yet, he still loved her. Bakugo was an easy target for his rage—not to mention, he knew that Ochako was taken and still decided to mess with her. What a fucking jackass.

"Still wanna kill him." His fists clenched tightly, nails digging into the skin painfully.

Shoto observed the act, "I understand you're angry but I don't want to see you get into unnecessary trouble for this... she hardly deserves two men fighting for her."

Izuku stared at his mug, the tea bag started to stare right back the longer he looked at it.

Shoto sighed softly, "But if you end up killing that asshole just call me. I watched enough crime shows to know how to hide a body." His friend said in all seriousness, not skipping a beat.

Izuku is so grateful for a friend like Shoto.

"Thanks…" Izuku smiled weakly, not quite reaching his eyes. "You're like the bestest friend ever." He wiped away his eyes, forcing his lips to stretch wider, which probably looked like a grimace more than anything.

People say that healing isn't linear. You have to take it one day at a time, or whatever it is that therapists say to make their patients feel better.

He knows he shouldn't be angry for catching himself crying at the thought of her, a month had passed already—surely he shouldn't be so sensitive anymore.

But heartbreak doesn't work like that—the smallest things can tear down any healing block set in place. It happens when he least expects it too, like when he was helping Shoto make dinner and was tasked to chop the carrots into little squares. The carrots reminded him of how Ochako used to call him bunny when she was feeling sweet, her hands would craddle his cheeks and press soft kisses all over. He had to let Shoto take over the kitchen because his waterworks wouldn't stop and he didn't want to make the carrots salty with his tears.

Shoto never says anything either. He appreciates that more than his friend knows. Izuku acknowledges that he's a big crybaby, it's humiliating and he hates letting others see him cry, so a sense of normalcy is exactly what he needed.

Shoto never points out when he comes out of the shower with red inflamed eyes, he only nods when Izuku says he got shampoo in his eyes.

No one mentions his dark circles, unkempt hair, or lack of appetite either.

It's better that way.

His behavior is getting kind of sad, even for Izuku's standards. Since the breakup, he's created a habit of stalking the two people who wronged him. Well, stalking isn't right, it was just online snooping. He was doing research.

lt's late at night and he's laid to the side on Shoto's couch which he calls home now. The white screen illuminated his face as he scrolls through Ochako's social media.

Despite everything, she looks so happy in her latest posts… like nothing even happened. She was smiling from ear to ear with her sorority sisters.

Another successful event! I love my sisters so much! <3. The caption read.

Izuku scowled. How could she act so ordinary after what she put him through? She deserved to be wallowing in self pity and choking on her tears like Izuku was doing all this time.

Scrolling through her social media never ended well. Usually it ended with him crying himself to sleep. He tried being kind to himself but it was hard.

After the initial anger subsided, it gave way to sadness. Now more often than not, he found himself missing her rather than wishing her evil. Those spiraling thoughts always got chaotic in this stage.

She doesn't miss you back.

She's happier without you.

She prefers Bakugo.

Bakugo is better than you.

He scrolled through Bakugo's account next for the hundredth time. It was exactly what you'd expect from a frat boy: photos of him in parties, group pictures with his bros, some candids of himself, the occasional fit checks, and gym progress shots. Izuku sighed.

What am I missing that Bakugo has?

Maybe it was the sex, he answered himself.

The text messages he found between the two were very sexually charged, to put it mildly.

It was odd though because Ochako had never once complained about their sex life. Izuku wasn't stupid or useless, he knew how to please a woman. Ochako enjoyed herself a lot when they were intimate, Izuku knows this. So what was it? Bakugo's dick size maybe, he did hear it was uh—big, rumors travel fast on campus. Izuku wasn't huge by any means but he wasn't small either, it was the perfect size Ochako had once said. He was flattered then but maybe she was lying to spare his feelings.

Izuku huffed, running a hand down his face. He stared up at the white ceiling.

Maybe it was the dirty talk? Bakugo had called Ochako a… cockslut. She was probably into that.

Izuku had never once been rough with her or called her names during sex. He liked to be sweet and gentle to her, muttering praises and kissing her body like it was a jewel worth worshipping. Did she not want that? He couldn't really imagine Ochako being into those crass things. She never mentioned it either. If that's what she truly wanted Izuku would have tried to fill the role, even if he himself wasn't completely into it. So why seek out other people?

He clicked on a gym progress photo dump, swiping left after he analyzed each one. The last photo ended up actually being a video, Bakugo was shirtless, facing away from the camera, flexing his back muscles. Izuku's eyes immediately caught the small tattoo on his lower back.

Izuku couldn't even be completely mad at Ochako. Bakugo is attractive—objectively. The man has a really good physique, anyone with half a brain could see that. Irritation grew in his chest and it had everything to do with Bakugo's god awful cocky grin and concise movements filled with a confidence that only a fuck boy frat dude could have. God, Izuku hates that guy.

And Bakugo looks like the type to be rough, his muscles give him a lot of leeway to manhandle, which is what he assumes Ochako liked about him. He can imagine Bakugo using his strength to shove someone down, restraining any movement from the person under him with his weight. That's the kind of exciting thing girls liked right, a rough man?

He could see Bakugo fitting the part… Bakugo most likely pushed it in roughly in one full movement, not moving just to tease his size around the tightness. He probably gripped their hips hard, slender digits digging into flesh deep enough to bruise, and he'd pull their body back into him when they try to escape from the overwhelming feeling of being stretched out. He'd run a hand up their back firmly, forcing them to arch, fingers curling around the strands of hair, and pulling their head back hard to whisper hot in their ear, 'take it.' He would probably—

Wait, what…

A rosy hue crept up his neck and he rushed to cover his hot freckled cheeks, smacking them unintentionally as he did so. A growing coil of familiar warmth stirred in his stomach.

What the actual fuck is he thinking about right now. Oh my god??

He's not even gay.

Not that Izuku had a problem with gay people. He has gay friends. Hell, his best friend is gay!

Speaking of Shoto, Izuku was currently hard in that very same friend's couch. Yikes.

He groaned. This was a new level of pathetic. He was just trying to find what Ochako found appealing about Bakugo, that was all. So why was he…

Izuku pushed his cheek into the pillow, trying to ignore the weird feeling in his lower stomach.

He really needed to get a grip.

It's been three months since the break up with Ochako and Izuku likes to think he has been taking it well. That is, if no longer crying every night and sleeping the whole day counts as taking it well. His friend however, does not seem to agree.

"Izuku, you stink." Shoto stated like it was a matter of fact, not an opinion.

Izuku frowned, he took a quick sniff of his shirt and um well yeah—he stunk.

"I'm comfortable." He mumbled.

"It's six p.m. You cannot bed rot any longer."

Izuku stared.

"Here's what you're going to do." His friend calmly continued, "you're going to get up, take a shower, change into something hot, and you're getting your sorry butt in my car because we're going to a party."

Izuku hid half of his face under the covers, "oh I don't know…" His voice did little to hide his unease, "what if I see… you know who there?"

Shoto sighed. "She's not Voldemort, Izuku."

Izuku made an unsure noise.

"Besides, she's not going. Iida told me she's busy writing some twelve page paper for her psychology class."

"Ehhh, parties aren't really my thing." Izuku insisted.

"They're not mine either but all you have done these past months is waste away on my couch. You rarely do anything these days but sleep and stare at the wall." Shoto said. "It's not good for you."

Ouch, harsh. True, but still harsh.

Izuku closed his eyes in shame and then turned his gaze to the floor.

"You need to go out and have fun. If you hate it, I'll drive you home right away, but just try."

He couldn't even argue with his friend, he knew he wasn't his usual self. Izuku even started to skip some of his classes, which was not at all like him. Luckily, he was caught up in those classes enough that his attendance barely affected his grades. Still though, if he kept this behavior up it would start to affect his life negatively, not just academically either. It was already putting a dent in his social life, he didn't know how many more excuses he could tell his friends to avoid going out. Besides, why should it be him who sulked around and did nothing with his life while Ochako is out and about, thriving? That wasn't fair.

"I—okay fine, you're right Shoto." Izuku muttered sitting up on the couch. His back made a loud cracking noise. If Shoto hadn't already seen him through his worst, he would've been embarrassed.

"I don't have anything to wear though." Izuku scratched his nape, finally pulling off the blanket that most likely would've attached to his skin if Shoto hadn't forced him out of it.

"Go look in my closet and pick something out." Shoto said, already a step ahead.

Izuku reluctantly followed Shoto to his room, awkwardly standing behind his friend. He looked at a plain black shirt and immediately unhooked the hanger from the clothing rack.

"What about this?"

Shoto stared at the shirt unimpressed, "I said dress sexy, not like you're going to a funeral."

Izuku faltered, placing the shirt back into the closet.

"Trust me okay, gay men know how to dress. Let me pick the clothing."

"Shoto that's so stereotypical. You have to think about how your words affect people." Izuku frowned.

Shoto raised his eyebrow, "Izuku, I'm gay."

"And I respect that, but talking about yourself in a stereotypical way is so not okay."

Izuku doesn't know why this was a big deal for him but it was. He's a strong ally, so naturally he was going to stand up for gay people no matter what—even from other… well, gay people.

Shoto placed a hand on his waist, a curious look adorning his face. "Right." He turned back to the closet, rummaging through the clothes. "Oh, take this."

Izuku caught a white button up, it was simple but it was a nice contrast on his skin. Shoto then looked through his pants, settling on black dress pants, which he threw as well.

"Go on. Shower and put them on so I can see my handiwork."

He does as he was told. Izuku grabbed some boxers from his duffel bag and headed for the bathroom. He closed the door, setting his clothes aside, and turned on the shower. He tested the water to make sure it was warm enough and once he was satisfied, he undressed and stepped inside the shower. As soon as the hot water hit his skin, he let out a soft breath of relaxation. Once he lathered away the grime, he turned off the shower and dried himself off with his towel.

Immediately, he felt a lot better. All he needed to do was get up from the couch and do something. Shoto was right—but then again, his friend always was.

He put on the shirt Shoto gave him, buttoning it to the top. The dress pants were a tighter fit, his bottom half was more well rounded than Shoto's, so the pants stuck to his skin tighter than it should've but overall, they fit and weren't uncomfortable. He walked out of the steaming bathroom, drying off his hair with a towel.

Izuku went back to Shoto's room, who was getting ready himself. Shoto looked at Izuku through the vanity mirror and nodded once before turning around.

"Hot."

Izuku thought so too, he turned his waist to admire his posterior as he looked in the vanity mirror.

"But unbutton the first two buttons, trust me."

Izuku unbuttoned them, which gave off a more laid back look. He looked good—it was a pretty basic outfit but paired together, the fit accentuated his broad chest, strong biceps, and his butt. Which he was proud of, he never skipped leg day.

"There we go." Shoto hummed in approval. "Wait, I have the perfect accessories for your outfit." Shoto grabbed a dark brown leather belt, sterling silver stud earrings, a silver watch—which, much like everything Shoto owned, was probably worth a lot—and he handed them over to Izuku.

"Hm. Tuck in your shirt maybe. Oh, also roll up your sleeves." Shoto rubbed his chin, assessing the outfit displayed in front of him.

Izuku was starting to feel like some type of barbie doll getting dressed up, but Shoto did know best, so he did whatever Shoto said.

Once finished, he looked at himself in the mirror again and wow… his friend was an absolute genius. He looked really fucking hot. Now all he needed to do was his hair and he was set.

"Look at what Ochako lost." Shoto whistled.

Izuku shot him a look, even the mere mention of her name made him flinch.

"I mean—she who shall not be named."

"Thank you."

"I'd tap that." Shoto pointed cheekily at Izuku's reflection, then he sat back down on the chair in front of his vanity, finishing getting ready himself.

Izuku took the time to use product on his hair in the bathroom, scrunching the wet clumps to his desired shape. He dried his hair with his diffuser and silently appreciated the neat waves he was met with.

Shoto walked behind him, spraying really nice cologne on Izuku's neck wordlessly. "If you look good, you have to smell good, you hottie." Shoto always said the most embarrassing things with a straight face but he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel the most confident he'd ever been since the breakup.

The cologne had a pleasant smell to it, smooth and clean, like freshly washed clothes. "Oh wow that's really nice."

"Isn't it? I bought it with my dad's credit card. The bastard hasn't even noticed I'm maxxing out his cards to fuel my fragrance addiction." Shoto handed the glass bottle to Izuku, "keep it. It suits you more."

"Ah Shoto…" Izuku said shyly, rotating the bottle in his hand. "I don't know, you've already done so much for me…"

"Izuku, please take it. You deserve to treat yourself." Shoto shrugged like it wasn't a big deal, "you saw my shelf, I have enough colognes to last me the rest of my life."

He would probably die in a ditch without Shoto. "Okay." Izuku sprayed more of the cologne on his pulse points, then placed the bottle on the bathroom counter carefully.

Shoto hung the keys between his fingers and jingled them. "I'm ready if you are."

Despite his earlier reluctance, bursts of excitement pulsed through his veins at the prospect of going out since, well—forever.

Izuku nodded, "let's go."

Shoto insisted on being fashionably late, so they had actually pregamed in the parking space right across the house party. Shoto only drank two or three sips of their shared beer because he's the designated driver so Izuku downed the rest of it. He already felt a nice buzz circulating his body thanks to the fact that he's a light weight, which for tonight, was a blessing.

The bass of the music was the first thing Izuku felt as they approached the front porch of the house. There were some people smoking cigarettes outside and conversing as they held on to their drinks. The door was wide open, people were entering and leaving with ease.

Shoto and Izuku walked in together. It hadn't even been a second since Izuku stepped into the house and his heart was already pounding with anxiety. A part of him wanted to turn around and go back to his trusted home of a couch. He made himself smaller as to not touch skin to skin with anyone, following Shoto like a lost puppy.

"Todoroki, Midoriya!" Iida called out, waving a hand to gesture for them to come over. They walked over to the group. Conversing along with Iida was Tsuyu and Momo.

"Look who showed up." Tsuyu said to Izuku. It wasn't said in an accusing manner but Izuku felt it that way all the same.

He blushed, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. "Yup. In the flesh." He tried joking.

Momo pressed her hands against the middle of her chest like she always does when she's anxious about something. "Midoriya, we were so worried. We thought you had died."

Iida made a face in contempt, "Even as a joke, we shouldn't say those things. Death is a serious matter."

"But seriously, we haven't seen you in so long. It was concerning." Tsuyu added on, lightening the conversation.

Izuku reddened further, "I'm sorry guys. I know I haven't exactly been the greatest friend these past few days."

Momo's eyes widened as if Izuku just uttered out the most outrageous thing ever, "no, please don't apologize about that." She shook her hands to cut him off immediately, "we heard what happened with Ochako. We're really sorry."

Izuku froze, all the blood rushed down to his feet, draining his face into a pale unsightly color. "I-I'm going to go get a drink okay? Anyone want anything?" He said through his teeth.

Momo glanced around nervously, confused with Izuku's sudden change in body language.

"Okay great, I'll be back." He stiffly turned around, heading towards the kitchen.

"What did I say wrong?" Momo asked the group, gnawing on her bottom lip.

"He's still touchy about hearing Ochako's name. Best to avoid it from now on." Shoto replied when Izuku was out of earshot, filling the group in.

Izuku had been doing good so far but hearing her name from anyone other than Shoto made him relive the same embarrassment he had felt to learn of Ochako's unfaithfulness. He knows his friends were not to blame, but it didn't stop the stinging humiliation nonetheless.

He mindlessly stepped towards the makeshift bar set up in the kitchen. A bowl of punch mixed with, who knows what liquor, called out to Izuku. He poured the liquid into a red solo cup. Hastily drinking the alcohol, which offered a smooth burn as it went down his throat—he needed that.

"Enjoying yourself?"

A low voice murmured from behind him.

Izuku frowned, it sounded a tad familiar, he searched the depths of his mind to fish for the person the voice belonged to before giving up and turning around.

He was met with a body leaning comfortably on the kitchen counter, messy blonde hair, crimson red eyes, and a smirk that belonged to none other than the man Izuku had developed an obsession with.

Bakugo looked irritatingly good, to say the least. He had on an affliction shirt, black baggy jeans, and a shark tooth necklace. And was that… eyeliner around his eyes? It most definitely was.

"What the hell do you want?" Izuku could barely hide his clear distate for the blonde even through the polite tone he forced out.

Bakugo's eyebrow raised at the tone, but instead of getting mad like Izuku expected, Bakugo only seemed to grow more amused, his smirk widening enough to show his sharp canines.

"Mm, feisty—" Bakugo licked his lips. "What happened to the nice, dorky man I met last time?"

Izuku's glare darkened, bitterness cutting through his words, "that was before I found out you slept with my girl."

Bakugo laughed, rolling his head back like he had heard the joke of the century—Izuku wanted to punch the shit out of him.

"Touche." Vermillion eyes stared right at him after calming down from his laughter. "Ex girl, I hope."

Even when Bakugo took a sip of his drink, his eyes never left Izuku's, it made him feel bare, like he was bones exposed. Izuku broke eye contact first.

"Yeah." Izuku exhaled curtly, jaw tightening. "So if you're wondering if she's single, there's your opportunity." His words landed sharp like a knife.

Bakugo shifted his back on the counter, he moved like a panther—slow and deliberate. Exactly the way a predator would move once it's certain they have their prey locked right where they want them.

"Been there, done that." He shrugged, "she's not really my type anyway…" Bakugo's eyes ran down Izuku's body, gaze dragging with intensity that made Izuku self conscious.

"Fuck you." Izuku spat, his limbs burning with static needle pins both from frustration and humiliation. "Did you sleep with her just to spite me? Was it a game for you?"

A touch of something Izuku couldn't decipher flashed through Bakugo's eyes. "Something like that. It wasn't a game but… I guess I did do it to spite you. You could say that, yeah."

Izuku stepped closer, invading Bakugo's personal space. Bakugo held himself on the counter, eyes widening from Izuku's violent grip on his collar.

"Asshole," he barked, green pupils constricted with anger. Izuku's blood was rushing to his ears, drowning out the loud music and pulsing to the sound of his quickened heart rate.

Bakugo tilted his head, his tongue running along his bottom lip, flashing shiny with what looked like a tongue piercing. Izuku's eyes dropped to it, somewhat mesmerized by the glint of the piercings under the warm kitchen lights.

"Oh? Are you going to punish me?" Rouge eyes flick to Izuku's fists, gaze traveling up to his forearms, then stopping at his flexed biceps.

Izuku's grip loosened, eyes shooting up to Bakugo's face. "W-what?" He said dumbly because it almost looked like…

Did Bakugo just check him out?

"You got this whole strict, sexy teacher look going on."

Bakugo met his eyes once more. Izuku could feel himself getting lost in the crimson orbs, the fluttering feeling in his stomach multiplying exponentially—he extinguished that feeling immediately.

"I admit, I do need to be taught a lesson for being so bad." Bakugo cooed in a way that sounded both insulting and seductive.

Izuku harshly dropped the other's collar like it burned him, stepping back quickly. His heart raced again, not with anger this time but with something else he couldn't identify.

"What the fuck's wrong with you?"

Bakugo ignored his question, "I deserve it." He said casually, dropping the flirtatious tone to offer his cheek to Izuku, tapping it once to entice violence, "You can punch me if you want, I'll let you."

Izuku stared at him, eyes peeled with shock. He was rendered speechless, mouth stupidly slacked open.

"But only… if you ask nicely." Bakugo crossed his arms, sultry voice creeping up once more.

A strange tingling feeling ran down Izuku's spine."S-stop fucking with me. Was it not enough to fuck with… with—her?"

Bakugo closed their distance, nose coming dangerously close with Izuku's own—Izuku's breath hitched, his stomach prickling with nerves. Izuku could smell the alcohol on the other's breath, and he tried not to shiver at the hot breath on his face.

The blonde pretended to think about it, "not really, no." His smile grew dangerous, "I'd much rather fuck you—" Izuku's eyes widened wildly, the offended look on his face was clearly humorous to the other because Bakugo cheekily covered his stretched mouth. "—Oh sorry. I meant fuck with you."

Izuku held his breath, he could see the other's irises shake slightly as they held eye contact. Bakugo leaned close to his neck, still looking at him before inhaling deeply and sighing breathlessly. The huff of air burned a hole into Izuku's neck. In a twisted, ingratiating manner, Izuku found himself inwardly grateful that Shoto sprayed him him with that expensive cologne.

Blonde lashes fluttered shut for a mere second, then they opened again—slowly—as if Bakugo was forcing himself back into reality. The ends of the blonde's hair tickled against the sharpness of Izuku's jaw, he clenched his teeth shut to suppress the shudder threatening to escape.

"Oi, are you fully straight, Izuku?"

The question sobered Izuku right up.

The first thing he felt, was anger. He was livid at the fact that Bakugo dared to use his first name like they were buddy buddy or something. The next thing Izuku felt was complete body numbing shock. The latter far outweighed the first feeling.

"H-huh?" A hot flash crept from his cheeks to his neck. "I mean uh what?"

"Come on, you know damn well you heard me." Bakugo flashed him a sly smile. "Answer."

Bakugo was just trying to get a rise out of him, well Izuku wouldn't let him get the satisfaction.

"I don't owe you an answer." He muttered through his locked jaw.

"That may be true… but I need to know." Bakugo leaned in even more, whispering right over Izuku's lips, "are you?"

A pale finger brushed over his popped collar, the ghost of a touch on his exposed chest made him shiver, Izuku subconsciously lifted his chest towards the finger.

"I'm straight," He breathed out shakily and entirely unconvincing.

Bakugo tilted his head to get a good look at him, leaning away in the process. Izuku doesn't know if it was relief or disappointment that settled right in his gut.

"That's a shame," the red eyed man tutted, the soft 'tsk' noises traveling into Izuku's ear in a hypnotizing way.

"Any chance you're unsure?"

Izuku dropped his jaw to the floor once more. Was Bakugo trying to pull some homophobic joke on him, just so he could laugh and call him 'sus' or 'fruity' or whatever insecure locker room slang was popular these days? Typical frat bro shenanigans.

Or maybe he's trying to jab at Izuku's sexuality because he couldn't please Ochako. Izuku is very comfortable in his masculinity, such a thing would never hurt his pride but to imply that him being less masculine meant he was gay was incredibly stereotypical. Bakugo's little joke was not funny, at all.

"That's not funny," Izuku stepped back, "I'd expect nothing less from someone like you, though." He narrowed his eyes to prove a point.

Bakugo furrowed his eyebrows, "who said I was joking?"

"Homosexuality is not some punchline to a joke, it's a legitimate sexuality. People can't can't change that, it's not cool to make fun of that."

It looked like Bakugo was about to say something, his mouth opened and he looked confused, but Izuku was not going to let him have a word in. Bakugo deserved to be knocked down a peg.

"I'm straight." He repeated, firmly this time. "Like very straight. I would never uh… that—with a man. I don't have a problem if people want to engage in such activities, but it's not my thing. Not that I have to explain myself to you, of all people."

Bakugo stared at him in disbelief, then he tugged his smug smile upwards. "Right…"

The blood in Izuku's veins pumped harder towards his face, flushing him red from his forehead to his neck. He ranted like a complete idiot and now he felt naked under Bakugo's mocking grin.

"Glad we cleared that up. You can leave now, asshole."

The blonde's lips faltered just slightly before picking back up. "See you around then—"

Bakugo lifted himself off the counter, circling slowly around Izuku like a feline.

"—Izuku." Bakugo purred softly, walking backwards with a rugged smile, hands up in surrender.

Izuku blinked at the man's shrinking form, fingers twitching against his side. He forced himself to look away, walking towards his friends even though he could still feel strong red dots boring holes into his back.

Shoto's eyes grew large. "Where were you? There's no way it took you that long to get a drink—"

"We're leaving, now."

The group of friends looked at each other with perplexed expressions.

"Are you okay, Midoriya?" Iida asked tentatively.

"Yes." Izuku insisted, fed up with how everyone treated him like a fragile thing. "I'm fine, I just need to go home now."

Shoto didn't press the matter, "let's go then."

Izuku gave his friends a sympathetic smile, silently apologizing for his abrupt departure. "Sorry I have to leave so fast, we have to hang out soon."

Tsuyu agreed, "We'll text you!"

"Of course, see you guys!" Izuku shouted half heartedly as he rushed behind Shoto.

Shoto unlocked the doors of his car which was parked across the street, he turned the key to start the ignition once they got in. Izuku got in the passenger seat and clicked his seat belt on.

"Care to tell me what had you in such a rush to leave?" Shoto pulled out of the side of the road.

"I don't know." Izuku said honestly.

He felt Shoto glance at him from the corner of his eye.

Izuku bit his lip, "Really, I don't know." His friend nodded, not believing him but accepting the answer nonetheless.

The rest of the drive home was silent, which is exactly what Izuku needed.

Izuku's mind kept turning in circles with racing thoughts. Why did Bakugo seek out a conversation with him? It was clear that Bakugo was trying to get under his skin but why? Perhaps, Bakugo hated him—that's honestly the only thing that made sense, he was playing a cruel prank on Izuku because Bakugo detested his guts. Izuku can't recall ever doing anything to Bakugo to warrant such hatred—they had only ever met twice. And hadn't destroying his relationship not been enough?

He pressed his forehead onto the passenger window, wallowing in defeat and ignoring the worried look of his friend.

At the end of the semester, Izuku filed an online application for a dorm on campus, he couldn't afford an apartment by himself and he desperately needed to get out of Shoto's hair even though Shoto said he didn't mind Izuku staying longer. It was a whole process and he had to get his financial aid updated in order for his dorm to get approved. But he was finally making progress in moving on. Despite wanting to take Shoto up on the offer, he knew that he needed to get his life together at some point and that started with him getting his own space (with a roommate because it was a dorm, but still).

"Thanks Shoto, you're the best. I would have died ages ago without you, I'm serious." Izuku said with a hand on his hip.

He was tired from carrying his items into his dorm. Luckily, his friend had helped him with the moving so the labor had been cut in half.

He looked to the side of the room occupied by his roommate. The unknown man's side was littered with posters of rock bands, many of which Izuku couldn't even pronounce because they were in English. His roommate's bed was neatly made despite the grunge aesthetic he had going on. And there was an oddly shaped item which looked to be a… yeah that's definitely a bong—it was hidden under the bed in an attempt to be discreet, but it was sticking out between piles of books like a sore thumb.

Looked like his roommate was a rocker and a stoner, which could be a nuisance but Izuku shouldn't complain, he finally had his own space afterall. He no longer had to worry about walking on eggshells in someone else's home, because regardless of how inviting Shoto was, Izuku couldn't help but feel like he was overstepping boundaries.

Shoto dusted off his hands, cardboard flakes fell off onto the carpet, "no problem. That's what friends are for. You have my back, I have yours." Izuku could shed a tear to that…

"I do have to get going though." Shoto informed, "My father wants me to go to this stupid company dinner with him. I agreed to go but only in exchange for his limitless black card."

Whoa—rich people problems.

Izuku hugged his friend tightly, "thanks for everything Shoto. You have no idea how much it meant to me."

Shoto hugged back just as tight, "take care okay, text me when you meet your roommate."

"Sure, I'll keep you updated."

They pulled away and with one last wave, Shoto left the room, closing the door on his way out. Izuku took the time to unpack his items once more, his eyebrows furrowed when he heard the door creak open, had Shoto forgot something?

"Was that your boyfriend?"

That voice.

Izuku turned his head back so fast he almost gave himself whiplash.

Bakugo was in a black skull tee, the shirt was filled out with firm muscles and he had on washed out demin jeans which hung on his hips in an effortless stylish way. His hip was pressed on the door frame, arms crossed.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Izuku sneered.

Bakugo pushed off the door frame, closing the door in the process. His foxy smile grew slowly on one side, heavy combat boots pattering low on the ground as he took a step.

"I could ask you the same thing, sweetheart."

Izuku gulped, the nickname making him dry mouthed.

"You're in my room." Bakugo added.

His eyes almost popped out of his skull, jaw going wide enough to let the flies in. "You're my roommate?!"

Of course Bakugo was his roommate. To who else would bongs, band posters, and frat flags belong to but to the pierced blonde man in front of him.

Bakugo snorted, plopping himself on his bed without a care, shoes hanging over the edge of the bed, "guess so."

Izuku narrowed his eyes, irritation settling slow in his chest. "Ugh great." He muttered.

"Don't sound too happy about it." Bakugo rested his head on the flexed arms behind him, the triceps bulging almost intentionally, like he was boasting his muscles—Izuku focused on unpacking, glancing away.

"You didn't answer my question." Bakugo pointed out.

"And what exactly was your question again? The things you say aren't very memorable."

Bakugo let out a mocking, short breath through his nose.

"Was that half and half dude your boyfriend?"

"Half and half?" His eyebrows knitted tightly. "Oh, you mean Shoto." Then his eyes squinted in distrust, "why? Are you going to try fucking him too?" Izuku spat bitterly.

"Relax. He's not my type." Bakugo rolled his eyes.

That's the second time Bakugo has said that to him. He didn't know the blonde man was so picky, the rumors certainly made Bakugo seem like he fucked everyone with a pulse.

Izuku did relax, much to his dismay. "It's not your business, but him and I are just best friends."

Bakugo hummed, tongue prodding on his snake bites, pushing the jewelery out slightly. Oh. That was kind of… hm. Sexy.

Izuku bit his lip to keep from making an odd sound.

"Good."

"Why do you care anyway? I told you I'm straight." Izuku tightened his jaw, forehead vein popping out.

"You're so hot when you get all pissed." A smirk languidly traveled across Bakugo's face—he looked like a fox or perhaps a hyena. The smugness oozing off Bakugo made Izuku want to force it off his face.

"Are you messing with me? Trying to piss me off or something?" Izuku glared at him, sharp enough to slice.

"I'm not trying, sweetheart. You just get mad easily."

If Izuku was going to live with this man as his roommate, he needed the help of all the religious deities out there, because Bakugo was such a dick—it'd be a miracle if he didn't smother that prick in his sleep.

"Don't frat members live together anyway? Why are you dorming when you can have a house?"

Bakugo scoffed like Izuku just asked him the dumbest question," you watch too many American movies, Izuku. Japanese frats don't share a house, we just rent them for parties."

Izuku's face turned into a deep crimson. "How was I supposed to know that?" He murmured back, "and don't call me Izuku."

"So I suppose you like sweetheart better, don't you? Should've guessed."

"I don't. I hate it actually." The bite in Izuku's tone surprised even himself. "Matter of fact, don't call me anything because you and I are never going to be friends, got it?"

A flicker of shock flashed over Bakugo's pupils, this time, his smile dimmed completely, "okay you know what, I can't do this right now." The blonde simply stood up, walking towards the door with a tense posture. "Later, sweetheart."

Izuku scoffed, "like I care," he plastered his movie posters on his side of the wall, taping them down methodically in an effort to piss Bakugo off by ignoring him.

"Tch, maybe now you don't but you will. One day."

Izuku glowered at the statement because what the heck did that mean? Before Izuku could think to ask, Bakugo was already out the door.

This was going to be a long semester.

Long was selling it short. Not even a week in—Izuku had gotten locked out of his own dorm.

He was dead tired from his statistics class, the professor had been hard on them, already demanding a project due by the end of the month with only a week worth of lecture. There was nothing Izuku was looking forward to more than to sink into his bed and sleep until the next foreseeable day. That was the last saving grace holding him upright, so when he pulled on the door handle and it didn't open, he was considering manslaughter. He shook the handle harder, not letting go until a sound stopped him dead in his tracks—

It was the unmistakable moan of a woman.

Oh.

"Busy." Bakugo grunted from behind the door, something akin to skin slapping was heard and then another high pitched moan traveled through the door.

Izuku took a deep breath, his chest flashed red hot in irritation, letting his harsh grip fall with resignation. He flicked his middle fingers up towards the door, even though he knew Bakugo wouldn't see it—whatever, it was the thought that counted.

That night, Izuku stayed in the library until he passed out. He didn't realize when he had fallen asleep in the study cubicle, but the bright glare of the sunrise woke him from his slumber. His body was sore from the uncomfortable position he maintained—his back was contorted abnormally to support his head on the desk and the stiff swivel chair did nothing to help his spine.

Izuku wasn't too confident in the handbook for one night stands but surely the woman Bakugo hooked up with had left the dorm by now. Right?

Izuku confidently walked back to his dorm, only to find it still locked. He couldn't hold back the puff of frustration coming from his lips.

Driven to the point of insanity, Izuku banged on the door loudly, he didn't care if he woke up anyone else in the dorms. He didn't stop banging his fists on the wood until a tired, messy hair blonde opened the door—

Completely shirtless. It shouldn't have made Izuku's throat tighten but it did anyway.

"Fuck you making a ruckus for?" Bakugo drawled out, voice gravely from previous sleep, the sound trinkled nicely down Izuku's back.

"You locked me out of the dorm." Izuku's eyes narrowed, leaning in closer to jab a finger into Bakugo's chest, he lowered his breath to a heated hush when he noticed a few people looking out of their dorms to see what the fuss was about. "You're such an ass."

Bakugo rubbed his eyes, a deep yawn echoing into the hall before giving Izuku a sleepy grin.

"You're so lovely in the morning," the blonde opened the door for Izuku fully, letting him pass through.

Izuku made it a point to shove past Bakugo's shoulder, eliciting a hot hum from Bakugo like he had expected it or maybe wanted that to happen. Even if his body had reacted to the sound, Izuku ignored it because quite frankly, he was pissed and still tired. Sleeping in a study cubicle hardly guaranteed a full eight hours of beauty sleep.

Bakugo gently shook the woman sleeping in his bed, "out."

Damn, Izuku hadn't even noticed the girl was still inside their dorm. At this point, Izuku didn't care much if she stayed, he was going to sleep one way or another.

"Hm?" The girl woke up slowly, eyes fluttering like her eyelids were heavy.

"I said, time to go," Bakugo patted her shoulder.

The unnamed girl got up, Izuku got a good look at her and she was definitely wearing Bakugo's clothes. That and… she had green short hair. Odd choice, it almost felt intentional but not entirely out of the realm of possibility, there were many girls with short green hair, Izuku supposed.

She rubbed her eyes with little motor control, "Good morning Katsuki, will you call me?" She slid off Bakugo's boxers and replaced it with her panties casually.

Izuku's face reddened, she was covered completely with Bakugo's shirt but he still looked away, feeling like he intruded on a private moment. Well actually, that's exactly what he had done.

"Nah." Bakugo said simply.

The girl pouted as she dressed herself with her own clothing. "Text, then?"

"No. Sorry."

"Really Katsuki," she whined. "Nothing?"

"Nope. You knew this was going to happen when we messed around," Bakugo sighed, rubbing his temple. "No strings attached, remember that?"

Izuku sat on his bed awkwardly as he heard the scene unfold, thumbs twiddling.

Bakugo escorted the woman out of the dorm, guiding his hand on her lower back. "That was fun though."

"Wait—" The woman said but it was drowned out by the door locking shut.

Bakugo turned to him, "Sup sweetheart. Having a good mornin'?" He slurred, dragging his feet towards his bed.

"No." Izuku huffed.

"Tch."

He bit the inside of his cheek. "A warning would have been nice."

"What, the locked door wasn't enough?" Bakugo snorted into his pillow, covering himself with his blanket.

"No, you dick." Izuku collapsed into his bed fully, not bothering to change, he was too tired for that. "Tell me a day or a couple of hours in advance at least."

"You want me to plan out when I'll fuck someone?" Bakugo said in amusement. "You're such a fucking dork, oh my god that's rich."

Izuku's cheeks flushed but his grumpiness overrode the embarrassment, he stared at Katsuki with a blank expression.

"Fine, damn nerd." Bakugo let out a breath, propping his head on his arm as he stared back at Izuku. "Aren't you going to ask me how my morning was, hm?"

To that, Izuku groaned, turning his body around to face the wall instead of his roommate.

Bakugo only chucked in response.

Izuku thought that he was annoyed at Bakugo for not giving him a heads up before he fucked the next girl he found. He thought the need to bash his head in a wall would vanish once Bakugo gave him enough time to prepare himself to be locked out of his dorm. He could stay at Shoto's or go to a coffee shop, it wasn't a big deal in hindsight.

But then Bakugo actually followed through with telling him when his next fuck session would be.

Simply said, the pure blinding anger didn't stop bleeding out of his skin with the heads up, especially not when Bakugo would come up to his bed and casually say, "Oi nerd, gonna fuck someone tonight 'kay, so scram."

It didn't get easier the more Bakugo told him. He almost wished he could yell at Bakugo and ask him why the fuck he has to inform Izuku of his sex life, until he remembered that he's the one that asked for it.

With a glaring resignation, Izuku would keep his lips tight and leave the dorm.

That's honestly what he planned on doing for the rest of the semester. Until… he noticed the girls Bakugo always brought home would have one thing in common: short curly hair. Sometimes, Bakugo would find girls that had freckles or green hair. Once was a coincidence, but this many times?

It was weirder that Bakugo only kicked the girls out once Izuku entered the dorm, almost like he wanted Izuku to see who he was sleeping with.

It shouldn't have bothered Izuku, but for some reason it made an ugly feeling in his chest bloom.

What made it worse was that every girl looked completely satisfied when they walked out the dorm. And it made him think back to when Ochako would come home late at night from a 'sleepover with the girls' with that same look on her face, crawling into bed with him like everything was fine.

Fuck Bakugo. Fuck his stupid finesse. Fuck him fuck him fuck him fuck him—

"You're just gonna stand there like an idiot?" Bakugo said, resting his head on the door frame.

He didn't even notice he was standing in front of the dorm room like that—mumbling, deep in thought. The first thing that hit Izuku, was the strong scent of weed wafting out of the room. He noticed it came from the joint held between Bakugo's fingers.

Izuku went inside the dorm, closing the door behind him. Bakugo caught the stare, red gaze trailing down to meet where Izuku was looking at, "want some?"

Izuku didn't smoke much but right now all he wanted was to ignore all the weird feelings stirring in his sternum.

"Pass it over." Izuku held his hand out expectantly, a dry edge to his voice.

An attractive, low laugh eased out of Bakugo's throat. "Sound so cranky, rough day sweetheart?" Bakugo handed the joint to Izuku, their fingers brushing a little too long. Then, Bakugo sat down on his bed, tilting his head, staring down and up Izuku. "Those new?" Katsuki wiggled his finger, tracing circles around Izuku's face like he was pointing something out.

"Don't be a fucking prick, I told you I don't like the nickname. And my glasses aren't new, I need them for when I read for an extended period of time, which I was doing at the library so…" Izuku pushed up his reading glasses, taking a puff from the joint with clear inexperience, his throat swelled with smoke and he coughed from the sting.

"Not like that baby," Bakugo's voice drawed out, slurred and hazy from the high. "Inhale nice and slow, hold the smoke, then let it out."

A strange feeling began to blossom in Izuku's lower stomach, he shifted on his bed in an attempt to stifle out the warmth between his legs. He followed Bakugo's directions on his second try, the smoke smoothly recursing his throat this time.

"That's it, sweetheart. Keep doing it just like that."

Something about Bakugo's words and the way he said them made a heavy flood of heat trickle down Izuku's sides. He ignored it by taking more hits of the joint, his body already feeling relaxed and tingly.

Bakugo curved his fingers twice to signal he wanted the joint back, Izuku licked his dry lips to moisten them before giving it back.

"You learn fast."

A beat passed.

The words slipped out of Izuku's mouth, too loose lipped to stop them, "You say that to all of your girls or what?"

"Ah?" Bakugo grinned. "So you're one of my girls?"

Izuku ignored him, the mere mention of Bakugo's girls brought a memory back to Ochako. The situation didn't sting anymore but Izuku couldn't lie and say he didn't have an ounce of pettiness clinging on to him.

"Did you say that to her?"

Bakugo's smirk fell, a scowl of irritation flashed in those red eyes of his before he rolled them. "You still think of her?"

"Of course I do. You slept with her when you knew I was dating her." Izuku furrowed his brows, his heart pierced with sharp pins. He wasn't hurt but he was still annoyed—at Bakugo specifically, it made him pissed that Bakugo was so… so infuriating.

"What makes you so special, huh?" The sharpness in his voice was noticeable even through the murmur.

Bakugo let his weight fall deeper into the mattress, holding himself up with his elbows. Izuku's eyes trailed down to Bakugo's sliver of abdomen, the smooth pale area making his teeth clamp down onto his tongue.

"Want me to show you?" Bakugo mumbled, voice even as he snuffed out his joint on the ash tray.

Izuku gripped his sheets. All bitterness leaving his body. His breath caught, and his voice came out softer. "…You always treat this like a game."

"I'm being serious." Bakugo made eye contact, face devoid of any jest.

Izuku's heart skipped a beat, his stomach burned deep with something familiar. "I'm not…" He paused. He was going to say he wasn't gay, but damn, Izuku was having weird thoughts right now and he couldn't lie for the life of him in this state.

"You don't even like men." He tells Bakugo instead.

The blonde blinked. "Allegedly, neither do you…" Bakugo replied, "and who said I don't like men?"

Izuku's throat went dry and it wasn't just from the weed this time. "But you always um hook up with girls."

"Straight girls are more commonly found than gay men. Besides, my taste in men is quite… selective."

"Oh?" Izuku's interest piqued, his back straightened up subconsciously as if he wanted to secretly impress Bakugo. "Like… um what do you look for?"

Bakugo hummed, making a thinking face. "Cute face, curly hair, big eyes, nerdy, freckles…" Bakugo checked him out shamelessly. "Nice legs, fat ass."

"Oh that's specific." Izuku gulped, the saliva did little to quench the thirst he was feeling though.

Bakugo groaned, the gravely sound filled with frustration—it traveled straight to Izuku's crotch.

"You, dumbass. I'm talking about you. Are—are you seriously this oblivious?" Bakugo bit his lip, his snakebite piercings jutting slightly.

Izuku frowned. Sure he knew Bakugo was flirting with him to some extent, he just wasn't sure if it was serious or if Bakugo was just trying to pull his leg and watch him fall on his face.

"Then why did you sleep with Ochako if you were into me?" Izuku said after a stretch of silence.

If Izuku didn't know any better, he would think Bakugo looked flustered.

Bakugo placed a palm to his forehead, his soft cheeks growing pink, red pupils turning small and prancing around the room. "Had to break you two up somehow."

You could probably hear a feather drop in the room with how still everything went.

"Fuck, look—I know it sounds shitty but I needed you the second I laid eyes on you and shit, I never felt that way before and she was in the way. I didn't even have to do much to get her to fold, so she didn't fuckin' deserve you anyway. Didn't see what she had in front of her. I bet she didn't even know how to please you. Not like I could, if you let me." Bakugo rambled, maybe from his lowered inhibition.

His heart quickened, a tingling sensation dripped like slick down his back.

Well at least Bakugo had enough shame to be embarrassed by his actions. A part of Izuku thinks he should probably be put off by this, it would be the normal reaction to such a confession, but the idea of someone wanting him so desperately that they stopped at nothing just to grab his attention was alluring, to say the least as messed up as it was. Izuku had been used to the sweet type of love, one that grew with time and was built upon shy touches. Not this—not what Bakugo made him feel, confused, unbearably hot to the touch, frustrated, deeply desired, wanted, needed. It crept a shiver up his nape.

Izuku was just a man at the end of the day, he was curious, the urge to know if Bakugo was as good as all those girls said he was itched under his skin like a colony of ants. There was a reason Ochako kept crawling back to him right?

"Okay."

A myriad of confusing expressions muddled together on Bakugo's face before it went still and unreadable. "Okay?"

"I want to know what made her want you so much." Izuku shrugged, easing his nervousness by thumping his foot on the shitty carpet floor of their dorm.

"Do you have to keep mentioning her," Bakugo frowned softly, then he pinched his nose bridge. "Fuck… you can't just." He looked a little contemplative, not like anything Izuku had seen.

Why was Bakugo being so reserved all of a sudden, didn't he want him? Bakugo certainly doesn't seem to care when a girl offered herself to him, so why was it different when it came to Izuku?

"You don't want me?" Izuku found himself asking, body making himself small, finger twirling in his curl strand as a force of nerves.

"Ah—jesus.." Bakugo heaved, ultimately patting his thighs like he was offering a seat to Izuku."Yeah baby, come here." He purred lowy.

Izuku stumbled a bit from the dizziness that hit him when he stood up, clumsily landing on Bakugo.

"Mm, careful sweetheart." Bakugo gripped his hips, guiding Izuku to straddle him. "You're that much of a lightweight?" He murmured.

"Uh huh." Izuku nodded, letting out a chuckle. Pleasant thrills of electricity shot from his back towards his spine when Bakugo slid his warm hands under his sweater to feel up his waist.

"Damn…" Bakugo sounded a bit dazed, hands running up and down Izuku's midriff. Ruby pupils were completely blown wide. It stunned Izuku for a bit, he didn't expect Bakugo to be so… worshipping? It felt out of character.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this."

Before Izuku could say anything in response, Bakugo smashed their lips together. The kiss was hungry, their tongues moved against each other wet and sloppy from the lack of coordination. Izuku needed to breathe but he doesn't want to stop and it seemed Bakugo didn't want to either because they pant heavily against each other to catch their breaths as they kissed. Then Bakugo glided the tip of his tongue on the roof of Izuku's mouth causing Izuku to arch his back, letting out an embarrassing whine from the action.

"You like that baby?" Bakugo gazed at him, eyes nearly black from blown pupils, Izuku couldn't help but rock against Bakugo, easing the pressure that was building up in his region. Izuku made a noise and nodded to Bakugo's question, not trusting himself to use his voice.

Hot, slender hands gripped on his hips, encouraging Izuku to ride firmly.

"I need an answer love," Bakugo whispered, the tone commanding, yet sweet enough to burst fireworks through Izuku's veins.

"I like it," Izuku's sweater rode up slightly, giving his hands the appearance of sweater paws as he held on to Bakugo's shoulders, riding the man with increased fervor.

A satisfied, low noise emitted from Bakugo's throat, "Right, then. Open your mouth for me."

Izuku followed directions obediently, mouth opening wide with no hesitation.

"Oh, you're a good boy aren't you?" Bakugo teased, Izuku melted at the pet name, cursing under his breath from the arousal that burned wildly in his gut. The red eyed man leaned in with a deliberately slow motion, tongue sliding flatly across the roof of Izuku's mouth once more.

Eyes rolled to the back of Izuku's head as he felt the metal ball of Bakugo's tongue piercing move leisurely. His hips rolled down particularly hard, rubbing against Bakugo's erection just right.

Bakugo thrusts up towards Izuku at the sudden contact, a moan escaped the man, the noise reverberating into Izuku's mouth.

They lined up their hardened clothed members as they dry humped each other. Izuku, poked out his tongue to roll it against Bakugo's exposed one, shivering from the hot, tingly stimulation their open mouth kiss offered him.

He was lost in the sensation. Enough to not notice when Bakugo rolled his thumb across his nipple under his sweater. The thumb caused a jolt of electricity to flow through his chest, Izuku moaned desperately for something that would cease the pain growing between his legs.

Bakugo didn't ease his relentless attack on Izuku's nipples. The sounds Izuku let out only fueled him more, "Fuck, you're a sensitive pretty thing…"

"Bakugo…"

"Aw baby, we're getting to know each other this intimately, don't you think you should call me something else, hm?" Bakugo caressed a stray curl on Izuku's forehead away.

Izuku whined from nothing, just the sound of Bakugo's deep voice made him sensitive. "Ka—Kacchan…" He furrowed his eyebrows deeply, unsure from where that nickname even came from, it was childish and unlike him. Bakugo doesn't think that though, because he moaned and pulled Izuku's body down towards his own.

"I love that, call me that from now on." Bakugo lifted Izuku's sweater over his head, not thinking twice before latching his mouth onto one of Izuku's brown, sensitive nipples. A sweltering tongue circled over the sensitive nub, making Izuku arch his back and lean his chest forward, completely letting himself be at the mercy of Bakugo.

Bakugo switched his attention to the other nipple, giving it equal love. Izuku grabbed on to Katsuki's hair, tugging slightly when the stimulation got too much. The blonde man doesn't stop his actions until he was satisfied—he pulled back to admire his work, Izuku's soft nipples were puffy from Bakugo's ministrations.

Izuku had never been more turned on in his life and Bakugo hadn't even touched him properly. Ochako had never done these sort of things to him and she had been the only person he had slept with, so these sensations were new and so overwhelming.

"S-stop teasing," he stuttered.

An impish smirk appeared on Bakugo's lips, "give me a good reason. You look too cute, withering on my body like you want something."

There's an odd feeling of embarrassment and arousal mixing inside of him and seeping into his bones, he squeezed his legs around Bakugo's waist. "Touch me," Izuku begged softly.

"Where?"

Izuku groaned in frustration, "You know where."

"Yeah but I want you to tell me baby. Come on you can do it, use your words."

The encouraging words are both a turn on and a humiliating experience for Izuku, "Touch my dick, is that what you want me to say?"

Bakugo's amusement grows ten fold at the sight of dorky Izuku with his thick framed lenses saying such crude words.

"Close enough. I shouldn't reward you for responding with sass but luck you, I have a thing for your feistiness."

To work off Izuku's pants, Bakugo pushed Izuku back onto the bed, settling himself above the freckled man. "Look at you sweetheart, you got freckles all over your body."

A hot hand traveled flat across his stomach, ever so slowly teasing the denim lining on the edge of his pants, pulling them down in one swoop along with his boxers.

Izuku's tip bounced right on his stomach from the force, his hands unconsciously hide his face under the crook of his elbow.

"Even your dick has some freckles on it," Bakugo muttered, running a finger down the length of his twitching cock, the touch lingered on each freckle the blonde encountered, "ain't that cute?"

Izuku's head leaked out beads of pearly white arousal that trailed to the base of his cock. How Bakugo could sound so patronizing and praising at the same time, was beyond Izuku. All he knew, was that it turned him the fuck on.

"All this for me?" Bakugo chuckled in that same cocky way Izuku has heard a thousand times before. It was a sound that excited him, transversing from the side of his temple in thrills of pleasure before reaching down to his pulsating cock in waves of heat.

If Izuku wasn't so aroused and high off his mind, he would've had a clever snark ready on the tip of his tongue, but instead he simply nodded because there was no use in lying when his dick ached for more of Bakugo's touch.

"Words, baby. Remember?"

"Mmph, yeah… this is all for you, Kacchan."

Bakugo rewarded him by moving his hand up and down Izuku's cock—Izuku choked out a silent moan of ecstasy.

"That's a good boy," Bakugo lowered his head, tongue swirling on the underside of Izuku's tip while he languidly jerked off Izuku.

"Kacchan, ah!" Izuku clenched his abdomen tight. He chased the sensation of Bakugo's cold piercing ball rubbing on the sensitive nook of his tip desperately, moving his hips erratically to feel more.

The blonde swatted away Izuku's arm that draped over his face, clearly unhappy that Izuku was hiding his face, "Hey sweetheart, I want you to focus on me, can you do that?"

"Kacchan, please I can't, it's too much," Izuku wiggled under Katsuki uncontrollably, his body taking a mind of its own as his nerves sent a rush of euphoria from the wet and soft tip of Bakugo's tongue on his slit.

"You can."

"But I really—fuck, nghh—I really can't." Izuku insisted, voice cracking towards the end.

"I think you can. In fact, I know you can, because good boys listen.Unless… you don't want to be good."

Izuku's heart nearly plummeted at that, "No no no—I want to be good, I promise."

"Then look at me."

He forced himself to look down at Bakugo, who was staring at him deeply while lazily pumping Izuku's tender cock. The sight is enough to make him nearly come undone, but he doesn't because Izuku is a good boy.

"God, yeah—fuck. Just keep looking at me like that." Bakugo probed his hot tongue against the spot between Izuku's balls and his base, slurping up the skin gently.

His curls stick on to his glistening forehead, head writhing side to side on Bakugo's pillow. The sensations were piling up, tethering him closer to the edge with each passing second. "I'm gonna come soon Kacchan…"

"Not so fast."

Izuku could feel himself physically tear up when Bakugo stopped touching him altogether, a pathetic whine escaping his glossy lips.

"I haven't even fucked you yet baby. Thought you wanted to know how good I could make you feel?"

"I do…" A whimper comes out of Izuku in the form of a pout.

"So spread your legs, that's it just like that—I'm going to prep you yeah?" Izuku barely understood what Bakugo was actually saying, he simply relished in the smooth gravel of the deep voice. So when Bakugo's warm lubricated finger touched his hole, he stiffened up at the unexpected contact.

"Relax, I got you." The soothing voice said, Izuku released the tension in his body immediately. At first, the finger that slipped inside of him felt weird.

He's never had anything inside him before, it doesn't quite feel good but the feeling wasn't unwelcome either. Bakugo made up for the uncomfortable sensation by peppering the inside of his thighs with gentle, warm kisses.

Before long, Izuku is loose enough to take two fingers. This time around, the stretch stinged, Izuku hissed and Bakugo pressed a kiss to his still hard dick. There's a shift inside of him, which feels so very odd, but then Bakugo's fingers bend in a certain way that hit something electrifying inside of Izuku.

"Right there?"

Izuku widened his eyes and nodded fervently. Prostate stimulation was so different from the pleasure he received directly from his member but the enjoyment was just the same, if not more. It wasn't long until Izuku was begging for another finger inside of him, rutting his hips up and down to get Bakugo to touch deeper into his spot. The blonde indulged him, dripping more lube onto Izuku's entrance before slipping a third finger inside.

"Gahhhh—"

"Fuck you're squeezing my fingers so tight…" The awe in Bakugo's voice dripped like honey syrup between Izuku's legs, heat coiling like a wood furnace. Bakugo stretched his fingers inside of Izuku for good measure, then he slipped them out to put on a condom on his semi-exposed lower half.

"You look so good." Bakugo had to squeeze the base of his cock so he wouldn't come just from looking at how debauched Izuku looked under him.

The visual alone rushed down all the blood to Izuku's center. "Kacchan…" Izuku swallowed a needy whimper, unable to get himself adjusted to the feeling of emptiness.

Bakugo rubbed his thumb on Izuku's temple, grazing the softness of plump freckled skin. Izuku could only watch as the blonde man fixed his crooked glasses.

"Don't worry baby, let me take care of you," the feeling of hands pushing up his legs made Izuku refocus on Bakugo's figure. It was only then that he noticed how contrasting their bodies looked to each other. Izuku was completely naked while Bakugo was still in his clothes, his pants were pushed down to reveal his hardness but they were still on him nonetheless.

"Your clothes…"

"What about them?"

Izuku nearly rolled his eyes to Bakugo's tease. He was about to make a comment to get Bakugo to take off his damn clothes already until the tip of something hard fell heavily onto his entrance.

Hips started moving against Izuku, dragging the lubricated length along the expanse of Izuku's ass and taint, a dominant act that had Izuku biting down on his lip.

He was growing rather weary of being teased, maybe Bakugo could tell because the head pushed in Izuku's hole a second later. Izuku rolled his head to one side of the pillow, mewling at the intrusion, while Bakugo bit back a groan in restraint.

"Ah shit," Bakugo hissed, easing his length slowly into Izuku like a sheath.

Being on the receiving end of penetration was making Izuku's head spin in spirals. The pleasure it brought him was unlike any other, it was rather infuriating at the same time because it meant that Bakugo really was just that good at sex. A greener side of him wanted to show Bakugo that he was better than any of the girls the blonde has been with. Driven by the need to prove himself, Izuku wrapped his legs behind Bakugo's behind and reeled him in until the man reached the hilt inside of him.

The reaction was instantaneous, Bakugo threw his head back, mouth opening to release a choked moan. Izuku's cock leaked profusely to the sound, his ego rose tremendously at Bakugo's unfiltered expression.

"Baby don't squeeze me unless you want me to fuck you stupid," Bakugo warned, eyes closed tightly like he was suppressing something carnal.

Izuku pouted at the comment, mostly because he thought the whole point was to fuck him stupid. Based on all the times Izuku had accidentally overheard Bakugo's hookups and the texts he had sent to Ochako, Bakugo fucked rough. So why was Bakugo treating him like some fragile thing?

A surge of pettiness arose in his stomach, he clenched around Bakugo harder, the tightness nearly suffocating the blonde.

"Fuck fuck fuck—"

Bakugo gripped Izuku's thick thighs, digging into the skin as he pushed them up so that Izuku's knees hit his chest.

"You wanted this," Bakugo growled into Izuku's ear, pulling out nearly all the way until only the head remained and pushing inside in one motion in a way that had Izuku gasping for air. He couldn't even catch his breath with Bakugo drilling into him, the pace of his thrusts made the cheap wooden bed frame creak under the weight.

Izuku's noises were getting harder to keep quiet even under the noise of the bed. His fingers coiled tightly around Bakugo's shirt ends, pulling the fabric closer. "Off."

"You're so demanding and needy," Bakugo smirked cockily, an air of arrogance filling the room as he fucked into Izuku.

His freckled cheeks filled with heat. He had little time to feel embarrassed though, Bakugo pulled his shirt off from the hem, throwing it away somewhere.

His green eyes grew impossibly wide at the pretty shining jewelry on Bakugo's nipples.

"You like them, sweet thing? I just got them done." Bakugo chuckled, cupping Izuku's cheek. "I'll let you play with them someday but for now, you deserve to get slutted out."

The implication of them doing this again someday didn't fly past Izuku—it filled him with an odd feeling.

After Bakugo gave a soft pat to Izuku's cheek, he raised Izuku's legs on top of his defined, strong shoulders, and rested his palms on the mattress before resuming his ungodly thrusts. The change in position made it so that Bakugo pressed right against his prostate, every time he sank deep enough to smack the weight of his balls on Izuku's skin.

If this is what Ochako was feeling when she was with Bakugo, it was no wonder that she kept crawling back to him. There was an electrifying thrill in someone desiring him to the point of sabotage, a fleshly passion sank its claws into his veins.

He should be embarrassed to be enjoying this so much, especially when the source of pleasure was coming from the asshole that ruined his long term relationship. He couldn't bring himself to be ashamed though, not when his body was burning up like a fever he couldn't sweat out. Not when his lower abdomen quivered with sparks whenever Bakugo's hips stuttered as if he couldn't control his movements—too lost in lust.

Bakugo let out a low breath at the same time that he let his weight fall on Izuku, forcing Izuku to fold deeper as Bakugo hugged him into a mating press. Izuku's high pitched wails bounced around the walls—he was by far, louder than any of Bakugo's hookups were for sure, which is why he wasn't surprised when Bakugo clamped a hand over his mouth.

"You fuckin' want us to get caught?"

Izuku shook his head, moaning into the pale palm. Bakugo's eyes were steady on him. Intense. Fiery. Like many times before regarding interactions with Bakugo, Izuku felt laid open, skin plucked apart to bare himself vulnerable for the blonde. It was intimate.

He didn't know what to do with intimate. He half wondered if Bakugo was always this extreme when he had sex.

Bakugo sniffed the side of Izuku's jaw, his hips growing faster from the swaft of cologne that hit his nostrils, "You're wearing that cologne I like… fuck I swear you tease me with it."

Thank god for his friend Shoto.

Izuku couldn't respond even if he wanted to. His hole was being stuffed with cock that made his mind go blank and the hand over his mouth stayed still, which was good because if not, Izuku would be alerting the whole damn building of how good he's being fucked.

All he could do was take. Izuku's eyes rolled back and his jaw opened wide to huff against Bakugo's palm. The hot breath elicited a shiver from Bakugo, his movements became animalistic.

All coherent thought thrown out the window with each feral jab of his pelvis. Izuku followed in the desperate drive to reach his peak, his hips rutting up to meet Bakugo's force. Their noises were downright pornographic and he's sure they'll get a stern talking to from the RA if they don't quiet down.

Bakugo released his hand from Izuku's mouth and instead drowned out their moans with a heated kiss. Surprised by the intimate gesture, Izuku toppled over the edge, spilling white ropes of cum between their stomachs as his body seized up. Bakugo grunted at the lewd warmness of Izuku's substance, his own orgasm following with one last thrust. As he came, Bakugo wiggled his hips in circles.

Both of them heaved with quick shallow breaths, the intensity of their earlier movements leaving them spent.

"You know…" Bakugo mumbled deeply, "I think you do like men if your sounds were anything to go by."

Through the haze of weaning desire, the urge to punch Bakugo came full force. He narrowed his eyes at the red eyed man only to be met with a smile.

"Or maybe you just like me?" Bakugo grinned.

"You're annoying."

"Hm, that's not a no. I'll take it, sweetheart."

"Ugh, get off me." Izuku groaned softly.

"No, not until you go on a date with me."

Izuku adjusted his glasses on his nose bridge, they were slightly foggy so he wiped his thumb across the lenses.

"Does that line work?"

A confused look washed over Bakugo, "Work?"

"On all of your girls?"

Realization falls in a wave across the blonde's expression, "You're not one of my girls though… Even back when we first met, I was determined to make you mine but you were already taken."

Izuku blinked, curiousity filling his eyes, "Wait so you really slept with my ex girlfriend just to break us up?"

An unusual blush rose up Bakugo's unblemished skin, "Would you have given me a chance before that?"

Realistically… no. Izuku wouldn't have even thought of breaking up with his ex just to give someone else a shot. Much less a man. It was a twisted ploy, he really should be disgusted at the lengths Bakugo would go to get his attention but his loins set ablaze with ardent flames instead.

Bakugo did all of this for him. His heart quickened under his ribs, excitement tickling under his skin.

"I really thought I was making it clear that I want you to be my man, Izuku."

Izuku hummed, dragging his hand languidly on Bakugo's back. "You had a weird way of showing it."

"Well, you make me fucking crazy." Red pupils dance around Izuku's face. "It drove me up a wall how clueless you were to my advances when I could tell you wanted me just as bad. You should really be careful when you go through someone's page baby, you might accidentally like a post from three years ago."

Holy shit. No way. Bakugo knew Izuku had stalked his page. Izuku drowned in mortification, hands flying to cover his red face.

"It's okay," Bakugo pried Izuku's arms away from his face. "I love that you're as deranged for me as I am for you."

Izuku used to think his obsession with Bakugo stemmed from the fact that his ex girlfriend kept crawling back to Bakugo's arms despite all attempts to make their relationship work. He thought his fixation on the blonde would stop when he found out what made Bakugo so desirable. But now that he had a piece of heaven, he can't imagine himself sharing that with anyone.

Bakugo is his and his alone. And if anything, his obsession with Bakugo only grew stronger after such intimacy.

Izuku pushed Bakugo's nape to cease the space between their lips, softly interlocking their mouths together. Sweet and chaste.

"So, date?" Bakugo whispered into Izuku's lip between kisses.

"Mmm… fine, but you have to make up for all that you did."

"Gladly, sweetheart."