[PSL -- For Superchill] -- Confrontation

[thunderingpeace]

Part One
Part Two

 

[It had been a week since that time in Kacchan's apartment. A week since the kiss, a week since they'd had breakfast together, and a week since they parted on an almost too-casual note, Izuku walking out the door ahead of his friend so as not to embarrass them both.

Also, to...well. To give Kacchan some room. Some breathing space.

Because they weren't anything, not really. Friends? Definitely. Lovers? Possibly someday. They'd definitely enjoyed kissing each other, and spooned each other when they slept for fuck's sake. Izuku had wanted something more, but Kacchan needed time, and he was perfectly willing to give him time.

No. Really. Don't give him that look. Just because he'd had a rocking dumpster fire of a romantic life before this didn't mean that he was going to make this go in flames because of his own awkwardness and thirst.

And then...well. One thing led to another. 

Specifically, his mother happened. She'd collapsed one day while at work -- after Izuku graduated, she'd taken to working again in order to fill the gaps left by her son's absence, and her own loneliness -- and he'd left immediately to go and see her. 

Her heart was weak. They weren't sure if it was her weight, the anxiety of having her son out of the house and her husband overseas, a deeper issue, or a combination of all of them, but couldn't do as much as she used to. She needed help.

Izuku had jumped at the chance. Taken strange hours -- mostly graveyard shift -- and had to cancel his social plans so that he could be with his mother during the day, work at night, and get what little sleep he could before he had to wake up and do it all over again.

This went on for a week.

He hadn't texted or called anyone. He hadn't had the time. He had to talk to his superiors to switch his hours, he had to commisserate with the doctor about his mother's medications and how long she would need to be supervised before she could start living independently again (his father hadn't even been contacted -- but Izuku had enough issues with his father, and really didn't want to think about him right now), had to start putting aside money for both her rent and his, had to move himself into his old room with the too-tiny, uncomfortable bed and always made sure to keep the door open in case she needed him.

He was a wreck.

His eyes were sunken in, he'd only eaten the bare minimum that he needed to function, and while coffee and energy drinks got him through his shift with minimal effort, he knew he wasn't at the top of his game. He'd planned on telling someone, really, but he didn't want to make anyone worry until he was settled, and by the time things started rolling he was so caught up in the wave that he couldn't stop.

He shook when he woke up, some days, and had to force himself to stop the exhausted tremors. His two off-days a week were the only days when he could sleep, but it was restless and short, so he spent his time working out or taking extra hours at the agency just to fill the time.

He missed everyone.

Most of all, he missed Kacchan.]

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[superchill]

[ The next few days are strange.

Bakugou expects a text from Deku by lunchtime, but it doesn't come. That's fine. He has a busy day, and he's out fighting villains and dealing with minor incidents till well into the night.

When he checks his phone again, there's still nothing.

Okay, so Deku is busy too, there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. No reason for either of them to keep in touch multiple times a day. They never had before and... well, things are different now? But it's still alright. He wanted space to think anyway, so this is good. Deku is actually giving him space to think.

And he does. He thinks about it a lot. He thinks about all the changes- within themselves and their situation. What they're doing is okay, isn't it? It's not like either of them have animosity toward each other when it comes to their past. Not anymore. In fact, that animosity has turned into something Bakugou never thought it would turn into. Maybe more than friends. Concern for each other. Being used to each other's company, it seems.

The last two he starts noticing a lot more when a couple days have passed and he hasn't heard anything from Deku. It's so not like him and the concern starts to build. Even if Deku is waiting for Bakugou to contact him, it doesn't usually end up that way, does it. Deku always texts or pops his head in, or something. But now when Bakugou pops his head into his office, Deku isn't even there.

When he asks their supervisor, all he gets told is that Deku requested to shift his ours around and then Bakugou gets annoyed and angry. What the fuck? Why didn't Deku tell him? Is Deku avoiding him??? What the fuck is this bullshit?

He doesn't understand and now he's pissed. Concerned and pissed. So of course he ignores Deku for another day before it becomes a whole damn week. After that, he just can't take it anymore. He finally starts opening up to Deku and now this? Avoidance? Did he change his mind??? There's no way. Not after all of this. Not after a lifetime of this back and forth thing they've had with each other.

He paces back and forth in his kitchen, phone in hand, wanting to call Deku to yell at him, but he can't take it anymore. Instead of doing this over the stupid phone, he heads over to Deku's place and bangs on the door. Loud enough and enough times that one of the neighbors comes out and tells him that Deku hasn't been here for days.

What the Fuck???

Now his anger is filled with concern again and finally he slams his finger against his phone to call Deku. ]