[His eyes widened, and he looked struck dumb -- because let's face it, he was. Kacchan had just offered to--
No, he hadn't just offered, he did--
He negotiated with the agency on his behalf, he'd done this for him, like it didn't mean anything. No skin off his ass, just telling Izuku to sleep the next two days, and then they would work everything out later. He wanted to alternate shifts, help take care of his mother, holy hell!
He was furious. What right did he have to decide this for him behind his back?!
He was floored. He did this without hesitation. Bakugou Katsuki did this without hesitation, just...hey, I'm going to take time and effort out of my day to help you, no questions asked.
He was completely and utterly in love with this insufferable, smug, handsome, emotionally constipated fucking firecracker of a man.
His eyes steeled with fire and resolve. His tears were not quite dry.]
Kacchan...
[his hold on him tightened.]
I can't believe you. You did that behind my back?! Without telling me? And you're telling me that they approved it?!
You're doing--you did--this! All of it! If I didn't love you, I wouldn't know whether to punch or hug you!
[He lets out an aggravated, frustrated sigh. But his eyes aren't angry. They're fond. Frustrated. A mix of liquid warmth and passionate fire.]
You--I--!
[He moves his hands away from Kacchan's waist to loop around his neck, staring into his eyes before pressing his mouth against his in an emotional, but gentle kiss.]
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No, he hadn't just offered, he did--
He negotiated with the agency on his behalf, he'd done this for him, like it didn't mean anything. No skin off his ass, just telling Izuku to sleep the next two days, and then they would work everything out later. He wanted to alternate shifts, help take care of his mother, holy hell!
He was furious. What right did he have to decide this for him behind his back?!
He was floored. He did this without hesitation. Bakugou Katsuki did this without hesitation, just...hey, I'm going to take time and effort out of my day to help you, no questions asked.
He was completely and utterly in love with this insufferable, smug, handsome, emotionally constipated fucking firecracker of a man.
His eyes steeled with fire and resolve. His tears were not quite dry.]
Kacchan...
[his hold on him tightened.]
I can't believe you. You did that behind my back?! Without telling me? And you're telling me that they approved it?!
You're doing--you did--this! All of it! If I didn't love you, I wouldn't know whether to punch or hug you!
[He lets out an aggravated, frustrated sigh. But his eyes aren't angry. They're fond. Frustrated. A mix of liquid warmth and passionate fire.]
You--I--!
[He moves his hands away from Kacchan's waist to loop around his neck, staring into his eyes before pressing his mouth against his in an emotional, but gentle kiss.]