[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.]

Comments

[superchill]

[ Trust me, Deku. It's better he focuses on that, rather than the backdoor comment.

It's not that he doesn't know how it works, of course- he just hasn't considered the logistics of it yet. He'll figure it out when the time comes, of course, but right now that feels like a few steps ahead.

And that awkward laugh of Deku's... god, it's fucking cute. He doesn't know when he started thinking that instead of how he wanted to punch Deku for it, but... he's certain glad it's changed.

He opens his mouth to comment when Deku says it again. Twice.

He really doesn't realize it, does he? He can't, can he? Same train of thought as earlier. Bakugou's brain just seems to stall at the words. He's trying to keep his cool, but it's a lot for someone like him. ]

But we just... I mean... how do you even... ARGH. Fuck. How the fuck can you love me?? You only just told me you liked me!

[thunderingpeace]

Because I don't know what else to call it!

[Well, that could have gone better. Come on, Izuku, you had a speech in your head and everything for when you were going to confess how deeply you loved Kacchan. You'd thought about it that night while texting Uraraka, while staying up late on his couch, while walking to work that morning.

You can do this, Izuku.]

This isn't like...a crush to me. When I have a crush on someone, I get a lot more anxious. My palms sweat, I feel uncomfortable, and I never know what to say. Kisses are nice, but nerve-wracking.

With you, it's different. It's always been different with you, but here, it's just--

[Breathe in. Breathe out. Don't ramble, don't ramble, don't ramble--]

Look. I've been in relationships before, you know this. When we kissed, it felt like nothing I'd ever felt before. And it's not because we're both guys. It's because it was you. Kissing you felt like using Full Cowling for the first time, except with my heart, body, and soul on fire. I feel happier when I'm around you than I have around anyone else. I look forward to seeing you, and when I go to bed at night I wish I could see your face when I wake up in the morning. I want to eat dinner together, to make breakfast together, to be able to be with each other the way we were in your apartment every single day. Being with you feels like I've gained something that I didn't know I'd lost. It feels comfortable and right.

Kacchan, I feel for you in a way that I have not felt for anyone else in my entire life. What else could that be but love?

[Okay, so you embarrassed yourself AND rambled. Good job, Izuku.]

[superchill]

[ That... is definitely a speech, alright.

It's different from Deku's usual muttering, because that's not what this is at all. It's a thought out, from the heart kind of speech and if Bakugou didn't know what to do with himself and this information before, he knows even less now.

He just stands there and gapes a little, taking it all in. ]

Holy shit.

[That's his first response, because what else can he say?

Deku loves him. Loves him. Bakugou is still trying to figure out this like thing and Deku already loves him. He needs to sit down. He backs up a little and moves to sit in one of the chairs by the table. Yeah, he's never felt this unsteady in his life.]

But I hurt you so badly for so many fucking years.

[He's still thinking about that. How can he not? It went on for ages and he knows he hasn't even come close to making up for any of it.

But the scariest part is... some of what Deku says actually makes sense. ]

[thunderingpeace]

[Izuku was unsteady on his feet, too. He was exhausted, but this moment, this need to make Kacchan understand kept him coherent. Kept him awake.

He wobbled towards Kacchan, pulling out a chair and setting it by his side, so he could look him in the eye.

He grabbed his hand, ran his thumb over the top.

Connection. Izuku needed to be connected with him this time. This was all nerve-wracking, and he wasn't exactly the best person to do this (he was an awkward mess at most things, love included), but Kacchan deserved this.

That same determination that brought him through the rest of his life could help him here.]

I know. I'm not going to say that you weren't. But that's not who you are now. You haven't been that asshole since...the beginning of our first year in UA.

I can admit it now: I had a crush on you when we were in Junior High. I still had a crush on you in High School. I didn't realize that's what I felt, but I can look back and admit that's what was going on. As...embarrassing as that is, honestly.

But we've both grown up, and become who we were truly supposed to be all along, I think.

Look, I...what I'm trying to say is...I liked who you were before. I love who you are now.

And I think...I don't know. You can laugh at me if you want, but...I have a feeling that it's always been you. You've been the only one I've ever really wanted. That's what Ochaco had to have meant when she broke up with me that night, since she didn't want to compete 'with someone else' for me.

[He gave Kacchan's hand a squeeze.]

[superchill]

[ Bakugou looks at Deku when he sits there taking his hands in his. He looks tired, but determined and Bakugou isn't sure if this is the right time for all of this, but... when else would be the right time if not now?

He has no fucking clue what to think anymore.

He feels like he was that asshole for a lot longer than the beginning of their first year. He still feels like an asshole most of the time, though he knows he's trying to do better. It's not something he can forget easily, nor should he want to, he knows that.

And all this time, Deku has had a crush on him. All this time, Bakugou held on so tightly to his pride that he never let himself see any of this.

All this time, and maybe Bakugou could have felt the same way.

Well, he does now. Well. Mostly. He's still trying to work through the liking Deku part, but here Deku is, telling him he loves him. That he loves who he is now.

That he's the only one Deku ever really wanted. So that's why Ochaco broke up with him all those years ago. Oh.]

I... don't even know what the fuck to say.

[This is supposed to be a good thing, isn't it? It just feels so damn odd to him. It's such a shift from what he's used to and it's throwing him off. He's annoyed because he doesn't like being thrown off, especially when he can't figure how to work around it. But this is different than a skill, or trying to figure out the enemy. This is dealing with something he doesn't have a damn clue about.]

[thunderingpeace]

[Izuku squeezed his hand again.]

You don't have to say anything, Kacchan.

[He didn't want a romantic speech out of him, or...anything, really. Izuku just...what? Wanted him to know?

It was clear that they felt something far greater than friendship for each other. They practically had sex in the middle of the kitchen just a little while ago.]

I already know that you care. You show me all the time, through the things that you do. That's enough for me.

[It was enough, though Izuku could admit that a small part of him wanted more.

He wanted to hear those three little words.

He wanted Kacchan to call Izuku his.

But he didn't need those things, not really. What they had now was enough.]

[superchill]

[ It feels like such a relief when Deku squeezes his hands and tells him he doesn't have to say anything.

He has no idea how to even follow up with anything after that. But he does remember it. He tucks every last word away so he can think about it- not agonize over it, just think. ]

I do?

[He shows Deku that he cares? Well.... okay, yeah- he hopes he does. But he wasn't sure if he was actually doing it, or if he was still just being an asshole to Deku like he always had been. Bakugou is hard on himself. A lot]

I'm just trying to be better. Toward people in general, I guess. But mostly toward you. I know I've still got a lot of shit to work on. But I feel better when I'm with you, too.

That's all I really know right now.

[thunderingpeace]

[Ugh, this man.

This man.

He didn't see what Izuku saw. Most didn't, to be fair; most wouldn't take the time to try to see the real man under his prickly exterior.

But Izuku was nothing if not patient and persistent.

Extremely patient and persistent.]

That's goo--

[His body lurches and the room starts to spin. Nnngh, guess all that lack of sleep started to catch up with him. His head was light, his stomach flops, and--

Izuku is falling forward.]

[superchill]

Whoa, shit!

[Bakugou moves forward, pulling his hands from Deku's so he can grab his shoulders and keep him upright.

What an idiot. What a complete idiot! This is exactly why Bakugou was mad at him, and exactly why he knew calling him out from work was a good idea. If he'd go out there like this, he'd end up fucking dead!

He wants to yell all of that at Deku, but he doesn't. At least for now.

Instead he stands up and scoops Deku out of the chair so he can carry him and heads for his room.]

You're getting some sleep, idiot. Whether you like it or not.

[thunderingpeace]

[Instinctively, Izuku's arms wrapped around Kacchan's neck, and he buried his face in his chest as they moved.

This was...really comfortable, actually. Embarrassing, but considering what just happened, he's not exactly in a good place to be embarrassed right now.]

I guess I am...pretty tired...only had an hour last night.

[Kacchan was so warm. He could fall asleep in his arms right now if he wanted; but he tried to stay awake just a little longer, stay conscious a little longer.]

[superchill]

[ He's glad they can table the whole other thing for now, even though he's not glad that Deku nearly just passed out on him. Bakugou is determined to fix this now.

Deku's bedroom... he hasn't been in here since they were practically toddlers. Everything still looks more or less the same, just with less All Might action figures, which Bakugou knows is only the case because Deku probably has them in his current apartment.

He lays Deku down into bed and tugs the covers down, adjusting them.]

Well you're gonna get a lot more now. I'm staying until I gotta go into work tomorrow. I got a slightly later shift so you can sleep longer. Just tell me what I need to do for your mom in the morning and I'll take care of it.

[thunderingpeace]

[Izuku starts sitting up, but a burst of dizziness sends him right back down. Oh, wow. He's not getting up, is he?

His bed feels so comfortable and warm. And with Kacchan there, it just feels...just great.

(And a tiny, very tiny part of him is preening at the attention. That tiny part of him can go fuck himself, because seriously, not the time.)]

She just needs to have her breakfast and take her medicine first thing in the morning. The doctor gave me a list of instructions and dietary requirements, which are all in a notebook on the kitchen counter.

[Thankfully, nowhere near where they were making out before.]

Thank you. Really.

[A pause.]

Kacchan? Can I ask you to do something for me? I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to, I just...

[His cheeks darken slightly.]

Can you stay with me? At least...until I fall asleep?

[superchill]

[ Of course he's not getting up. If the dizziness wouldn't have laid him back down then Bakugou would have done it anyway.

He has a feeling Deku will have an easier time sleeping with less of a burden on his mind.]

Okay, good. I can do all that so don't even worry about it.

[And then he'll know what food to stock up on once he sees the dietary requirements. He can make separate food for Deku too. Something that'll last him a while so he won't have to worry about that ether.

He's already nodding when Deku asks if he'll do something for him, before Deku even gets to what it is. When he does, Bakugou scoffs, climbing onto the bed, moving behind Deku.]

Of course. Where the fuck did you think I would go?

[thunderingpeace]

Mmmm...I dunno...The couch, maybe...?

[Kacchan was so warm. Lying right behind him like this, it felt so natural, so right.

He pressed himself back just a little, fitting himself against Kacchan's chest as the little spoon, snuggling in until he was satisfied.]

But 'm glad you're here. You're warm.

[He hummed softly.]

Had a lot of trouble sleeping before...after I spent the night. Jus' felt cold and...alone.

[If he was more awake, no way in hell would he have admitted that with a straight face. It was a toss-up if he'd even remember this conversation in the morning, but part of him wanted to try to remember.

Or at least...remember that Kacchan was here with him now.]

[superchill]

We'll... both get better sleep like this.

[He admits. Bakugou has been able to sleep, he always has, but sleeping on the couch with Deku felt a lot better for some reason. No, he knows the reason. He's just still trying to fully admit it to himself.

A lot keeps happening when they're together. Tonight was another night full of a lot to think about. But maybe it's all happening because he's starting to let it.]

Well you're not alone now, got it?

[He remembers Deku's words- that he does show that he cares about him now- and maybe stuff like this is it. Because he does care. More than he would have ever liked to admit, but maybe now... maybe soon he can.

Either way, it shows in his actions and Deku has figured that out by now.

He sets his phone alarm to vibrate and puts the phone near his head, then slides a foot in between Deku's feet and slings an arm around his waist, but he lets Deku get as comfortable as he needs to get.]

Go to sleep, nerd.

[thunderingpeace]

["We'll both get better sleep like this."

Oh...Kacchan liked sleeping with him, too. That...made him feel a lot better than he cared to admit.

One of Izuku's hands searched for Kacchan's -- the one that's around his waist -- lacing their fingers loosely. That felt warm. Right, somehow.

He...

He could get used to this. He wanted to.]

Okay....Good night, Kacchan.

[Within minutes, Izuku was fast asleep.]

[superchill]

[ Bakugou twitches a little inside when Deku laces their fingers, but... he lets it happen. No way he's going to pull away from Deku now. Especially since it's not the worst thing in the world.

He won't make it a habit of course, but for now it's alright. ]

Gnight, Deku.

[He snuggles in a little closer and waits for Deku to fall asleep before he closes his eyes and tries to clear his head so he can sleep as well. It's not hard for him either after that and he sleeps all the way through the night until his phone vibrates against his head, early the next morning.

He knows this room, he knows this mop of green hair his nose is pressed into. He knows exactly where he is before he even properly opens his eyes.

His hand slips out of Deku's so he can shut the alarm off and he lifts his head to peek and make sure Deku is still sleeping before he very carefully untangles and gets out of bed so he can start making breakfast and fix up a few other things to eat for Deku when he wakes up.

He checks the notebook and writes his own list down, tucking it away, then gets to cooking and checking all the meds he has to give Inko. When he's done, he goes to her room and knocks on the door.]

[thunderingpeace]

[When she had woken up last night to the sounds of Izuku and Katsuki last night, she had thought it was some sort of strange dream.

She'd padded partway down the stairs as slow as she could manage (Goodness, Izuku worried so much! Yes, she was ill, but she was not an invalid, she could at least walk a short distance), though could only go down a few steps before feeling a little tired.

So she'd stopped. She'd listened.

She'd heard things she never thought she'd hear.

"I called the Agency on my way over here. I worked some things out. You're not going in for the next two days and don't you fucking even try to argue it. I was gonna push for longer, but I figured we'd see where to go from there. I switched my shifts around so when you're off, I'm on and vice versa, and you don't get all the shitty shifts, so you'll be able to sleep more. So we can take turns watching your mom and making sure she's okay.

Also, you're gonna let me help you pay for stuff so you're not working overtime. I have extra cash tucked away from all my sponsorships. I was saving it for a rainy day or whatever the fuck that expression is. That's what this is. Don't argue that either or I'll blast you all the way back to UA."

Those words out of the abrasive Bakugou Katsuki's mouth had been enough to strike her dumb. Not in a bad way, mind you. Izuku had always told her that he wasn't a bad person, though part of her always worried about her son's insistence to bring this person back into her life, even though her real fears about the whole thing had dissipated midway through Izuku's High School career.

It was always "Kacchan" this, "Kacchan" that, and even after he started dating that really nice girl, he still always talked about him.

Izuku wasn't...entirely honest with Katsuki when he'd said that he'd 'told' his mother first. His mother, hearing how often he talked about another boy, and was so insistent on being close to him, had asked one night at dinner: "Izuku, are you not interested...in 'normal' relationships?" (Note: in Japan, Straight relationships are literally called 'normal' in English)

Her son had stared at her as though she burned him. She quickly recovered: "I'm not going to judge you if you're not. I just find it strange that you're at this age, and you don't...oh, maybe I'm just old-fashioned. It just seems strange that you don't talk about girls more often than you do."

And part of her had to be honest: She was relieved that he wasn't entirely...like that, but she was supportive and understanding, because that's what mothers did. Over time, she'd come to terms with it, and even wondered if he wasn't more into men than he thought he was -- or at least, one particular man.

Hearing Katsuki in their home, speaking about taking care of her as though it was normal, as though he was his son's life partner instead of his friend...well. The tears were already starting to overflow before Izuku had used the word 'love' and then--

Oh.

Um. She should. Probably get upstairs. She was hearing noises she never wanted to hear out of her baby's mouth. He was a fully-grown man, and she knew that he'd...you know, but...

Those two were going to be going right up here in a matter of minutes if she didn't get back to bed.

And so she did. Though when Katsuki came with her breakfast and medicine the next morning, she may have given him an almost sly, knowing smile.

"I hope you had a good night's sleep last night. I know the beds weren't entirely comfortable, but..."

She'd paused.

"Please continue taking care of Izuku. You've grown up into a fine man, Katsuki. Thank you, for everything."

---

Izuku woke up alone.

His body didn't feel cold, though. No, he felt like his entire body was covered in a thick layer of warmth, and his belly was filled with the kind of contentment that he hadn't had in a long time. The blankets were scattered around the bed, and there was a lingering scent that clung to the sheets, to his clothes, to the room itself, which Izuku wanted to wrap around himself and fall back asleep to.

He didn't, though.

Instead, he sat up, stretched hard, and wiped the sleep out of his eyes with calloused, scarred hands.

What time even was it?

He reached out, ready to grab his phone--

--wait.

His phone was downstairs. Because Kacchan had carried him to bed last night.

Carried him to bed.

Izuku pressed his head in his pillow, face red, and let out a garbled whine.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths, c'mon.

THERE we go.

With a ragged breath, he slapped his red cheeks, hopped out of bed, and padded downstairs, hair a mess and eyes still not fully open from sleep.

He needed to find his phone, and then he could move on from there.

He left it in the kitchen, right...?

He'd check there, first.]

[superchill]

[ it's been years since he's seen Deku's mother, but it's not strange seeing her again. She still has the same open and inviting eyes that he remembers from when he was younger, and still sees in Deku's eyes all the time.

She doesn't look entirely surprised to see him either, but he can't quite figure out the look on her face either. It's like she knows somehow. But what does she know? Bakugou can barely figure the situation out himself. He's just here, taking care of Deku- and her.

He doesn't promise her that he'll take care of her son, but it's close enough and he looks a little put out when she thanks him and tells hm what a fine man he's turned into. There's some praise he eats up readily and then there's some that he still isn't quite sure how to deal with. It's embarrassing,

but- it's also a relief that this is how she sees him and not how Bakugou had imagined she'd see him after everything he's done.

He stays with her for a while, helping her with some morning exercises and then tells her he'll be back later tonight. It's not like he's gonna go home after work- well, aside from grabbing some of his things to bring over here. It would probably be easier just to stay, if he's going to be helping out.

He'll have to ask Deku of course, but... after last night's confessions, he doubts it'll be anything but a yes.

Last night's confessions. Shit.

He puts that aside for now (Can he put aside forever??) and gets to cooking up some easy meals before heading off to work.

When Deku comes into the kitchen he'll find it clean, with a note on the counter:

D,

I didn't want to wake you before I left for work, you were fast asleep and drooling all over the place. Had breakfast with your mom and gave her meds. We did some phys. therapy and she seems to be doing pretty well this morning.

Made some food for lunch for both of you for a couple of days. it's on the tops shelf of the fridge, just heat it up- i followed all the dietary restrictions and labeled everything. there's also soup and dumplings from last night, but we can have that for dinner if you want.

I'll be back after work. DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE COME IN, JUST CALL THE AGENCY AND APPROVE THE SHIFT CHANGES AND THEN GET SOME GODDAMN REST YOU IDIOT! YOU BETTER BE SITTING IN FRONT OF THE TV BEING A LAZY LITTLE SHIT BY THE TIME I GET BACK.

-K]

[thunderingpeace]

[So, Izuku's day was...well. It was peaceful. He had far more energy than he'd had all week, and he wasn't entirely sure what gave him this much energy.

Was it Kacchan's presence or was it his sleep? Or was it both? Regardless, he'd gone through the day with a spring in his step that he hadn't had before, and a burst of optimism that he hadn't had since before this entire hellish ordeal started.

He wasn't alone.

Maybe that was why.

"Oh, is Katsuki at work right now?" His mother had asked when Izuku came in to see her, not long after he woke up.

"Yeah," Izuku said, sitting by her bedside. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better. Though if you're going to spend quality time with your boyfriend, wait until you go to bed next time, okay?"

Amid Izuku's sputters and stammers and blushing face, Inko only laughed.

"You were right about him, Izuku. He's a good man. Though at least tell Mitsuki in a more direct manner, okay, dear?"

Izuku didn't have the heart to tell her that they didn't really have a title. But that was all right -- they were...definitely something, and he was okay with this. He was happy.

More than happy, which was...strange.

Izuku called the agency not long afterwards, apologizing for not coming to them first, and approving all the shift changes.

And now...he had things he needed to do, between his usual chores and errands throughout the day. Like text all of his friends and apologize for being an absentee little shit for the past week.

And yes, Kacchan, he was, in fact, on the couch "Like a lazy little shit" by the end of the day, sitting on his phone and typing to the group chat he'd made with Ochaco, Iida, and Todoroki when they were still in UA.

Izuku was even smiling.]

[superchill]

[ Bakugou has a long day, with a lot to think about.

He tries hard not to think about the personal because he knows that'll only get in the way of his work and he has to be functioning at full capacty, with no distractions.

It's hard this time around, but he's damn determined.

He puts his all into hs work, just like always, but the outcome is a little more violent with a lot more damage. He can't helo but take it out on the villains, the evil-doers. Better than taking it out on anyone else. He doesn't care if he gets reemed, told to take it easy.

He tries better the next time he goes out, and he manages to reel it in a little.

By the end of his shift he's exhausted. Kirishima wants to hang out and he tell him he can't. He has to go do some shit and he's not going to be around as much.

KIrishima starts pestering him about going on a date wth someone? Being wth someone? Bakugou scowl and s ready to punch hm, but Krshma know when to back off by now. after that he makes a quick getaway, because to his apartment to pack up some thinks he might need if he's going to stay at Deku's for a while, then heads over, stocking up on groceries on the way.

He lets himself n with the key and it damn pleased to see Deku lazying about the couch. ]

Hey, you lazy little shit. I'm back.

[thunderingpeace]

Aaaa!!

[There was a loud clatter as Izuku's phone fell from his hands, landing on the floor. He rushed to pick it up, holding it to his face to check the screen.

Oh, thank, God. No cracks.]

Hey, Kacchan! Welcome home!

[It came out without thinking, and ugh, he was glad that he didn't have an actual phone call going on right now, or else there was going to be laughter at his expense for weeks. It was already bad enough that they were teasing him in the group chat; he didn't need to deal with it by voice, too.

See, here are some snippets of his...well, conversation:

Ochaco U: its good shes ok. If u do that again I will end u Deku
Me: I promise, I won't do anything like that!
Tenya I: It is most unbecoming of a hero to keep his comrades in the dark like this. If you had said something, we would have helped you right away!
Ochaco U: yes do u need anything????
Me: Oh no, it's okay! Kacchan came by last night and is helping me out.
Ochaco U: WHAT
Tenya I: what
Todoroki S: what

And after that initial fit of embarrassment...

Ochaco U: ok so hes helping u out and you kissed him right?? so are u dating or what
Tenya I: I think this is an inappropriate space for this sort of conversation!
Todoroki S: Bakugou would be cheating on his job.
Me:.......................
Ochaco U: ...its ok. u tried todo

And now what was currently on screen was:

Me: Well I should get going soon. Kacchan's going to be home any minute.
Ochaco U: go getcho man
Ochaco U: tell him hi for me!
Tenya I: Let us know if there is anything you need!
Todoroki S: I might come by after my shift tomorrow. If Bakugou's going to be there, warn him first.
Me: I wiwehfihdsi
Ochaco U: Deku??
Me: Sorry he's home. Gotta go!

Izuku set his phone down on the couch, sitting up and standing. He looked much better than he did before -- rested, comfortable, and he'd even showered and looked pretty fresh-faced. It was a good look on him, especially after everything that's been going on this week.]

How was work? Everything go okay?

[superchill]

[ Welcome home. It sounds so normal.

Bakugou supposes this really will be his home for a little while. so it's fine.

HE comes in and takes his shoes off, setting his back down at the door, then saunters into the living room, glad that Deku is just hanging out on the couch, messing aorund with his phone. He looks a lot more rested and put together. That's a really good thing.

He grunts a bit, flopping down on the couch, sinking down int it. ]

Yeah, everything was fine. Got a lot of shit done. What about you? You doin okay?

[thunderingpeace]

Yeah.

{Yep, his phone is going out of Kacchan's reach. Even if he didn't know his passcode, he was not chancing him seeing what was on that group chat.

Izuku smiled a bit, scratching his head.]

I took care of things at the agency, got things cleaned up, took care of Mom, and...oh, I told my friends what was going on.

[He flushed a bit, embarrassed.]

They were pissed at me.

[superchill]

Good. They had every reason to be pissed at you.

[Bakugou looks over at him while still trying to sink deeper into the couch. He's tired and he's pretty sure he can feel the worlds largest bruise spreading on his ass.]

Glad you took care of everything else, though. How's your mom doing?

[He remembers her words very clearly. He never though in a million years that he'd be the one taking care of Deku, but... now that it's happening, it feels right.

He knows they have a lot to talk about still, but he'd like to avoid talking about it for as long as possible. Maybe it's shitty on his part, but hearing all those confessions yesterday- it was a lot. He just hopes it isn't bothering Deku that he basically didn't say anything back. ]

Did you tell them I was here?