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kuraryouexchange · 6 years

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Just A Friend?

To: @simplylilyyy From: @mahokoyuki Rating:Teen Tags: canon divergent, hanahaki au, Kuramochi’s POV Hope you enjoy! I love hanahaki au but this is my first time writing it ^_^

Ryousuke had always been special.

When Kuramochi first arrived at Seidou he had a chip on his shoulder. He half assed practice, still sore from the betrayal of his “friends” in junior high. Ryousuke pushed his buttons, the right ones, and he was able to get his head back in the game. Then it turned out once he put the work in that he and Ryousuke worked damn well together. Kuramochi admired him, how much he pushed himself, how quick he was to adapt, to meet him in the middle on their plays. Outside the field Ryousuke was his senpai, but on the field he felt treated as an equal once he earned his partner’s respect.

Admiration. Respect. That’s all it was at first, he knows it. Kuramochi was a simple guy. He had real friends now, a team he could trust, and a partner who pushed him to be his best. He was happy, content-

So it made no sense that after their devastating loss to Inashiro Kuramochi was coughing up flowers on the floor of Seidou’s locker room.

He’d had a nagging feeling in his throat though most of the game, but Kuramochi blamed nerves. His partner was injured and still wanted to play. The game was important, especially to the third years and, well, Ryousuke was a third year so obviously important to him. The short stop coughed a few times after backing Ryousuke up, “saving him” his partner had said.

But as Kuramochi stared down at the damp pink petals littering the floor at his feet he realized it was more than admiration and respect. More than friendship that he wanted. He was in love with Kominato Ryousuke and he was doomed.

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A week passed since the game and with it came a lot of changes. The third years moved dorms and the team’s dynamics shifted as players were moved to fill in the holes their senpai left. Gaps that Kuramochi was sure would never be filled the same. It was no surprise that Haruichi was moved into Ryousuke’s place and even less f a surprise he was good. Kuramochi saw his potential but they didn’t mesh as well as he and-

“Kuramochi-senpai?” Haruichi started to reach for him but Kuramochi raised his hand, head shaking, his other hand covering his mouth as he coughed but tried to hold back what he knew was trying to come up.

“I’m fine, Kominato.” Kominato. Ryousuke. Pink. Kuramochi swallowed thickly, felt gagged as the petals went down and he shuddered.

“He was coughing super bad this morning!” Sawamura chimed in and it made Kuramochi remember to dispose of the petals he hid under his pillow after his earlier fit. “Are you getting sick, Kuramochi-senpai?” Sawamura made his way over with a hand out, presumably to check his temperature but Kuramochi swatted it away and stepped back.

“I told you I’m fine! Get back to swinging. You should worry more about you’re batting right now, idiot!” Kuramochi growled out and decided to call it a day, shouldering his bat and fighting off the nausea. At least Sawamura made a good distraction. He’d need it if he was to see Haruichi. Ryousuke’s younger brother. Pink hair. Pink petals. He spent just as much time thinking of Ryousuke even though he wasn’t there. They haven’t spoken in weeks and Kuramochi has only caught glimpses of him around campus.

He was busy. All the third years were.

That’s what he told himself since he didn’t want to face the fact that outside of baseball…they weren’t really even friends.

Kuramochi steadied himself inside the locker room, hand on the wall while he took a few deep breaths, air not coming to him easily. His chest felt tight. There was a burning sensation around his sternum and the nausea increased.

It was getting worse, the Hanahaki disease. Something so rare and only strikes those who love someone who doesn’t feel the same in return. Of course with his luck he’d contract it. If he didn’t do something soon it could kill him. Surgery was out. Too long of a recovery and too many risks. Medicine would be doable, something to suppress his feelings until he fell out of love but he’d have to have his mom come with him to the appointment since he was only 17.

Kuramochi groaned, a few coughs escaping him and he doubled over in pain, something stuck in his throat. His stomach clenched as he choked, dry heaving. The bat fell from his grasp and his hand slid down the wall as he dropped to his knees, the impact not even registering as he focused on getting some air. Kuramochi reached into his mouth, trying his best to squeeze the petals out at the same time. His fingers felt something and he pulled, dislodging the obstruction and he gasped for breath, shaking all over.

It wasn’t just petals this time. Almost a whole rose with a small stem, red spots tainting it in places.

Damn, he was more screwed than he thought.

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Msg from Ryou-san: Meet me after dinner tonight.

Kuramochi read the text over and over. He nearly tripped over his feet when he first saw it walking into the classroom. He sat there, the familiar queasiness hitting him again as he thought of a response. Weeks of nothing and now he wanted to see him?

Msg to Ryou-san: Gotta swing after dinner. Meet up before?

Msg from Ryou-san: Can’t. And you’ve been skipping out early anyway. You better not be slacking now that I’m not there to keep you in line. Class about to start, see you tonight.

How did he even know-? Oh. Haruichi. Of course. But did Haruichi just volunteer this information or was Ryousuke asking about him?

Why was this making him hopeful?

Kuramochi sighed and let his head fall, a nice thud once it made contact with the desk. And, as expected, he could feel his chest constrict. Ryousuke wanting to see him should make him happy, regardless of the reason. Maybe this meant they were more than just the Iron Wall, that Ryousuke considered him a friend.

Just a friend.

A cough came unbidden and Kuramochi brought his hands up, cupping his mouth. This one was easier than the one in the locker room, no stem attached but his throat still felt just as sore, if not more. He clenched his fist to hide the flower and looked around. Good, no one seemed to notice-

Miyuki. Miyuki was staring at him, that calculating gaze fixed on him as if solving a puzzle. Kuramochi frowned at him despite his face getting hot. If he didn’t know any better he’d think Miyuki looked a bit…concerned.

Shit.

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Sure enough that damn catcher dragged him out of the room as soon as lunch started and didn’t let go until they reached the roof. Kuramochi didn’t even bother to fight. He definitely didn’t want to bring attention this this and maybe Miyuki didn’t even see the flower. Perhaps Sawamura told him that Kuramochi had been coughing for awhile and his teammate was trying his hand at caring.

Kuramochi should have known his luck wasn’t that good.

“Was that…did you…?” Miyuki rounded on him, eyes wide and boy did he look uncomfortable. This conversation would really go beyond whatever weird friendship/rivalry thing they had going. “A flower. You literally coughed up a flower. But it’s not possible. Hanahaki is so rare-“

“And yet, here I am hacking this shit up.” Kuramochi crossed his arms, lip curled in a sneer. “Look, Miyuki, I’m having a bit of crisis right now, I don’t need you making fun-“

“Making fun? Kuramochi, this is serious! This could…have you seen the nurse?” Kuramochi shook his head. He’s yet to even talk to his mom from the fear of what this disease could do to him and that she’d badger him to tell her who it was. And coming out to his mom on top of all this? Well, his mom was pretty chill with most things but this was bit much all at once. “Who is it?”

Damn nosy catcher. “None of your business.”

“Is it me?” Miyuki looked absolutely terrified.

Kuramochi snorted. “The hell? No!”

Miyuki visibly relaxed, the tension releasing from him palpable. “Good. That would’ve been awkward.” He scratched his neck and met Kuramochi’s gaze again. “Have you tried telling them? I’ve heard that assuming the feelings are unrequited can still trigger…you know.” He moved his hand in front of his mouth.

“No, I haven’t.” Kuramochi responded, trying to remain calm, taking deep breaths as he already could tell just talking about this would send him into a coughing fit. “There’s been nothing to suggest he’d-“ shit, Kuramochi already gave too much away. Fuck it. “He’d feel that way about me.”

“So you’ll just give up? And let this…?”

“I can’t ruin whatever sort of relationship I have with Ryou-san now! So, I’ll get some damn pills and wait it out. I’m not gonna die. Quit being so damn dramatic.” Kuramochi wanted to sound threatening, wanted to make it sound like Miyuki was making it a bigger deal than it was, but the shake in his voice revealed he was just as worried.

Kuramochi jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder, Miyuki trying (and failing) to give him a reassuring smile. “Just…don’t do anything stupid. Might be hard for you.” Great, now he was trying to lighten the mood. “And if you’re still…with the flowers next week I’ll go to Rei-chan and let her handle it.”

“You’re a terrible friend.” He didn’t mean it.

“I know.” Miyuki knew he didn’t either.

“But…thanks.” Maybe Miyuki Kazuya wasn’t all bad.

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Despite his lunch conversation with the most socially awkward person ever, Kuramochi was able to feel better for a little while. He had a plan. He’d get over this disease. He even had a chance to talk about it and something about having it in the open made him feel lighter, made his chest open up some.

That all cane crashing down at dinner. The closer the time came to meet with Ryousuke the more nervous Kuramochi got. Three bowls of rice wouldn’t be happening so he took advantage of the sick card that Sawamura had been suggesting for a few days now and put his left overs on Miyuki’s tray.

Kuramochi coughed up three flowers just from the time it took to get from the dining hall to Ryousuke’s dorm on the other side of campus and when the object of his affection opened the doors smelling like he just came from the bath, hair still damp on the ends, and looking soft in a too big shirt and sweats, Kuramochi thought he’d dredge up a whole fucking rose bush.

This wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t he had a normal hopeless love that left him listening to sad music and possibly a few viewings of shit romance movies? No, he just had to contract a rare and possibly fatal disease.

Fuck you, universe.

“Hey, Ryou-san.” Kuramochi winced as he walked in. His voices sounded raspy and weak. His former partner merely raised a brow and gestured to a chair while he took a seat in the bed.

“You look awful. Can you truly not take care of yourself while I’m away?” The corners of Ryousuke’s mouth lifted, teasing.

Kuramochi tried to laugh it off, rubbing the back of his head while trying not to gag. This was a bad idea. “Just a cold, I guess. How’ve you been?”

Ryousuke tilted his head and sighed. “Busy. Adjusting took some time.”

“But no calls? No letters?”

Ryousuke gave an amused huff that madr Kuramochi’s heart rate pick up. “I thought it would be best to give you space, You-chan.” Space? For what? He couldn’t have known… “Let you get accustomed to working with Haruichi without either of you relying on me for help. You have to make your own bond.” Ryousuke continued to explain, somewhat…sadly?

“Ah. That makes sense.” Kuramochi took a deep breath and leaned over. Just a little longer. He had to keep them down at least a few more minutes. “He’s got potential. He he tries too hard to be you. And he’s not.”

“Good luck getting that through his stubborn head.” Ryousuke smirked.

“Haha-ah” No, no, no. Kuramochi covered his mouth and swallowed but it hurt. His throat was already raw and whatever was trying to come up was big.

“You-chan?” Ryousuke straightened up, eyes widening some.

“S-sorry. Might be sicker than I-I thought.” He coughed a few times into his hand, alarmed when he saw red. “I gotta go.” When he stood it just got worse, his whole body caught up in expelling the flowers.

Ryousuke was beside him in an instant, a hand on his back. “Youichi?” He sounded scared but Kuramochi couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything to convince him he was okay that he shouldn’t worry.

He didn’t want Ryousuke to feel guilty. It’s not his fault Kuramochi fell in love with him.

With tears in his eyes and sheer will Kuramochi coughed, petals flying out, pink and red, but it wasn’t enough. There was more still in there, lodged in his throat and chest and he was helpless. He couldn’t breathe.

He was further gone than he thought and now he…he…

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Kuramochi felt a pressure against his lips. Something soft and warm. He didn’t want to open his eyes. This peace…this was the best he’s felt since the Inashiro loss. But suddenly his lips were cold and all he could feel was air.

Air. He could breathe.

“Youichi!” Ryousuke sounded winded, scared. That made him open his eyes.

He and Ryousuke were on the floor, petals around them and Kuramochi was held up, the other’s hands on his shoulders steadying him. It took a few moments for his brain to catch up. The hanahaki, the flowers, the tightness-it was gone.

And Ryousuke sat in front of him, cheeks as pink as his hair. Then his face was close again as their lips met again.

Again.

Ryousuke had kissed him and now he was-

Kuramochi pulled back in surprise. “Ryou-san? Ow!”

Ryousuke frowned as he put down the hand that chopped him. “You’re an idiot. Waiting this long.” He didn’t give Kuramochi a chance to answer as he kissed him again.

Kuramochi couldn’t help but wonder if he meant waiting to get treatment or to tell him his feelings. As he wrapped his arms around Ryousuke though he figured it didn’t matter.

It all worked out in the end and Kuramochi felt that he and the universe were even after he stayed the night in Ryousuke’s dorm.

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goldgalaxytea-fanfics · 4 years

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Where have the times gone?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: My Hero Academia/Boko No Hero Academia

Relationship: Katsuki Bakugou x Izuku Midoriya

Characters: Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya, Inko Midoriya, Mitsuki Bakugou, Ochako Uraraka, Shouto Todoroki, Tenya Iida, Tsuyu Asui, Mina Ashido, Denki Kaminari, Hanta Sero, Eijirou Kirishima, Original Villain Character

Additional Tags: Future AU, Timeskip AU, Mutual Pining, Training, Future/Timeskip AU, Rivals to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Confessions, Getting Together, First Kiss, Practice fight, Angst with a Happy Ending, Reunions, seasons of anime exchange 2020, Injury, Injury Recovery, Actual Fight, SofA 2020, Gift Fic, Gift Work, Canon-Typical Violence, Idiots in Love, Pining Bakugou Katsuk, iPining Midoriya Izuku, Useless Gays, Crying, Angst, Fic Exchange, Non-Graphic Violence, Oblivious, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hugs, Adult Bakugou Katsuki, Adult Midoriya Izuku, Aged-Up Character(s)

Words: 2,545

Summary:

“Universal Truth: If Truth means a statement the content of which corresponds to reality, and if Universal means always and everywhere then a Universal Truth is a statement which corresponds to reality regardless of time and space. An example might be ten is greater than five - not exactly profound, but always true.”

The fact that Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou loved each other was a Universal Truth. Yet somehow everyone except them knew it.

Author’s Notes:

This is a gift for Mahokoyuki for the @seasons-of-anime-exchange 2020! I hope you enjoy your gift!!!💖 I had a lot of fun writing it!!!😊💕

(Title from "Payphone" by Maroon 5)

Universal Truth: If Truth means a statement the content of which corresponds to reality, and if Universal means always and everywhere then a Universal Truth is a statement which corresponds to reality regardless of time and space. An example might be ten is greater than five - not exactly profound, but always true.

The fact that Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou loved each other was a Universal Truth. Yet somehow everyone except them knew it.

Deku and Kacchan had been inseparable as kids. Both child’s parents could see as clear as day that the toddlers greatly cared about each other. Every opportunity they had they were with each other.

At school they sat beside each other, never letting the teacher separate their seats. After school they ran and played at the playground, joyful laughter and screams piercing through the air. At each other's homes they spent hours having fun in their very own world; chatting about whatever random thing popped into their little minds, pretending to be heroes and villains locked in a glorious battle, making up stories and creating worlds as they played with their toys.

When the day finally came to an end both mothers had to practically pry their crying kids from each other. Both would cling to the other, not wanting the fun to end quite yet.

The earth trembled and ripped a bottomless chasm between them the day Bakugou got his quirk. Hours spent together turned into minutes. Most of their time was now spent apart, Bakugou with his new friends and Midoriya with his. The two still occasionally spoke with each other, but instead of the kind words of imagination it was the cruel words of reality. They were no longer friends. Bakugou no longer loved his childhood friend, yet Midoriya still loved him.

The chasm only grew wider throughout their years at Aldera Junior High. Hours spent together turned into minutes and the words exchanged grew even harasher. Despite the way Bakugou treated him, Midoriya couldn't extinguish his love for his lost friend. He missed the explosive blonde and wished they could be friends again, but Bakugou was long gone.

Their first year of U.A. High School was rough and bumpy. Bakugou still antagonized the green haired boy who still clung to the empty shell of their friendship. Despite the death grip Midoriya had on their strained relationship he still had come to terms with the fact that his old friend was long gone. So despite the small flame of hope he held close to his heart he set out to better himself, to grow into the hero he longed to be, to no longer let the angry blonde hold him back.

Their classmates watched them bump heads the first half of year one. Despite the two growing apart and making new friends they still somehow always drifted back to each other. Paired up during training, their friend groups hanging out together, somehow next to each other during fights.

Slowly that tiny flame received some kindling. Throughout the year Bakugou was struck in the metaphorical head with quite a few reality checks. He was forced to grow and change for the better. He was still loud and angry but he wasn't mean or thought himself better then everyone. By the end of their first year that tiny flame was now a roaring fire.

Over the course of their next two years at U.A. Bakugou and Midoriya mended their broken friendship. At first an awkward tension hung in the air between them, but slowly that dispersed and a familiar warmth emerged. It wasn't the same as when they were kids, but it was leagues better than when they were in middle school.

Within their new found friendship something new began to bloom. Butterflies fluttering in their stomachs, hearts skipping beats for unexplained reasons, light dusting of pink on their pale cheeks. Everyone in their class knew they were in love, yet both seemed oblivious to that fact.

Both heroes in training were too scared to confess, afraid to lose their best friend for a second time. So they stayed silent, secretly pining for each other. At times it was hard for their classmates to watch, yet there was nothing they could do. This matter was between the blonde and green haired boy.

Despite their best efforts their feelings still lead to losing each other once more. After their graduation the two young men drifted apart. From weekly hang outs, to monthly to once a year. They blamed it on being busy sidekicks, then busy pro-heroes, then just being too tired from all the intense work they had to do; but they were just flimsy excuses of two scared men.

In their time apart they each tried to rid themselves of their suffering. Countless dates ending in failures, relationships that didn't last, crushes that didn't even make it off the ground. Nothing could make their feelings go away.

Somehow despite the distance, Katsuki and Izuku still loved each other.

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It wasn't until a few years later that fate finally brought them back together.

The pro-heroes worked at hero agencies they had each created with their friends. Ground Zero worked alongside Red Riot, Chargebolt, Pinky and Cellophane while Deku worked alongside Shoto, Uravity, Froppy and Imperium. Both hero agencies didn’t see much of the other while on duty, but after the clock they hung out whenever their schedules allowed it (with the exception of their two oblivious friends).

That careful routine was uplifted and rearranged when both angeices decided to work together for a mission. A dangerous villain, Earth Breaker, was causing havoc in Musutafu. Their quirk, Earthquake, allowed them to make the ground they touched tremble. Earthquakes had been reported all over the city in the past week, destruction leaving room for the villain to take whatever they wanted from their target while everyone fled to safety. No info was known about the villain besides their quirk and short height. They draped themselves in baggy black clothes and a mask, hiding anything that could be used to identify them. This villain was clever, taking them down would require the best of the best.

That’s what led Deku to Bakugou’s agency this morning. They had changed a lot since they had last seen each other; both a little bit taller, more muscular, wearing slightly different hero costume designs. Yet despite everything that had changed the tension still lingered between them, glaringly obvious while the heroes discussed plans on how to take down Earth Breaker. The air between them could be cut with a knife, yet if their friends noticed they politely ignored it just like the two hopeless idiots did.

After the meeting the other heroes quickly dispersed, leaving Bakugou and Deku alone. Silence filled the space, both men tried to break it at once.

“Hey Kacchan, how have you been?” “So, how are things with you?”

Nervous laughter escaped Deku’s lips while Bakugou grunted and stood up.

“I um, have training I need to do so; see ya later, nerd.” The blonde made his way to leave but was quickly stopped by the green haired man.

“Oh! What a consequence! I was going to train too, mind if we train together?”

Silence once again claimed them, eyes never leaving each other as the explosive man pondered the question. Everything screamed it was a bad idea, this would only make his suffering worse. Yet he couldn’t say no to him.

“Sure, let’s go.” Bakugou gestures for him to follow, Deku eagerly doing so.

When they got to the training ground it was empty of any life besides them. Without a word they readied themselves for a fight. There was no spoken go, despite the years apart they were still in sync with one another.

Fists flew, legs kicked, bodies jumped, quirks fired. No punches were held as they fought. They had trained numerous times together back in their years at U.A. High. By now they knew each other's moves by heart, both easily able to avoid harming the other. Though it had been a few years since they’d last trained together, they each had some new tricks up their sleeves.

That lapse in info resulted in Bakugou manganging to get the upper hand, a perfectly planned swipe of the leg sending Deku to the ground. The blonde quickly pinning the other in place, winning their little sparring match.

The two heroes didn’t realize their position, too busy trying to regain their breaths. As the air refills their lungs it's swiftly stolen from them once again. Gradually the implications of their position sinks in. Deku is sprawled on his back, his hands held above his head by the blonde straddling his hips. Their cheeks flush crimson yet neither make an attempt to move away. Slowly but surely their eyes fell closed, mouths drifting closer and closer and-

The door to the training ground burst open loudly, the sounds of casual conversation shattering the silent atmosphere. Bakugou jolted away from Deku, quickly jumping to his feet and swiftly walked towards the door.

“Hey Bakubro! Want to train with us?” The blonde brushed past the spiky red head, pointedly ignoring the stares from him and the rest of their friends. Bakuogu exited the room without responding. “What’s his deal?”

The group took in the sight of Deku still laying on the ground, eyes wide like a deer in headlights as his face burned red. Understanding washed over them.

“Ah! Sorry Deku! We didn’t mean to interrupt you two!” Uraraka rushed over, apologizing profusely and helping him to his feet.

“It’s okay! You weren’t interrupting anything!” Deku refused to meet any of their eyes.

“Really?” Shoto’s brows were raised high. “It looked like you guys were finally going to kiss.”

“It did! PLEASE tell me you two were about to kiss. I’m not sure how much longer we can watch you idiots pine after each other.” Mina continued to ramble while Deku was struck with a realization. Kacchan had leaned into the almost kiss as well, Kacchan liked him too.

It took Izuku Midoriya 25 years to learn the Universal Truth that everyone around him had known all along.

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The next day, Deku had a plan. When he sees Kacchan he is going to get him alone and confess to him. They’ve waited so many years for this moment, he wasn’t going to wait another day. So when he entered Bakugou’s agency that morning he immediately headed towards the spiky blonde. Deku found him chatting with Kaminari and Sero, though a better word might be arguing. Bakugou was glaring at his friends while they countered with mischievous grins. The group quickly went silent as Deku approached. Sero turned to leave, waving goodbye while dragging Kaminari along with him. The electric man shot them a wink and a thumbs up before disappearing. Deku cleared his throat.

“Hey Kacchan, can I talk with you? Like alone, just the two of us?” The green haired man questioned, desperately trying to not turn 50 shades of red. The other man opened his mouth to answer, but alarms cut off his response. Sirens wailed and lights flashed, there was a villain attacking the city. All the heroes present quickly prepared themselves and raced towards the scene.

Earth Breaker was wreaking chaos, their earthquakes collapsing buildings left and right. The pro-heroes were in motion as soon as they arrived, swiftly freeing civilians and evacuating them. No one knew where the villain was, yet they could feel the effects of their quirk no matter where they were. The heroes split into teams of two; Uravity & Froppy, Shoto & Imperium, Pinky & Red Riot, Chargebolt & Cellophane; and of course, Ground Zero & Deku. Each group went in different directions to help as many people as possible.

Bakugou and Deku made quick work of helping the civilians in their section. Though the farther they journeyed the harder it got, the tremors increasing in strength as they went. By the time they saved everyone from their part of the disaster zone, Earth Breaker was upon them.

Before they knew it the ground crumbled beneath them. Quick like lightning they jumped, launching themselves to stable ground.

Their relief however, was short lived. The building above them cracked, a large chunk coming loose and plummeting towards the ground. Straight towards Deku.

Though the green haired hero didn't notice it, he was too preoccupied battling the mysterious villain; but Bakugou saw it, and without thinking he pushed Deku out of the way of the incoming debris.

Deku landed safely out of harm's way, while Bakugou was crushed in his place.

Deku saw red.

He didn't remember taking down Earth Breaker, nor did he remember collapsing to his knees next to the injured blonde.

Deku quickly snapped out of his dazed state, checking the state of his partner. The explosive hero was alright, luckily the debris had only hit one of his legs. Though he wasn't able to free himself and was rapidly losing consciousness from the onslaught of horrendous pain.

“Hey, hey! Stay awake Kacchan, it's going to be okay! I’m going to get you out of here.” Deku used his quirk to carefully free the trapped man. Bakugou hissed at the pain as the rubble shifted off of him. Deku winced as he lifted the injured man, carefully holding him bridal style. He walked as quickly as he could without provoking Bakugou’s wounds towards the nearest ambulance. “I’m so sorry, this isn’t how today was supposed to go. I should’ve been paying more attention, then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt. I’m so sorry-”

“Oi shut the hell up.” Bakugou groaned. “I’m fine, it wasn’t anything too major. Though that doesn’t matter…” His speech was starting to slur, sleep over taking him. “I’d do it a hundred times again just for you.” And with that he was out.

Deku’s eyes fought back tears, refusing to let them blur his view in case he dropped the unconscious man in his arms. As soon as he reached an ambulance they loaded Bakugou in with Deku beside him while they refused towards the hospital.

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At the hospital Bakugou is quickly attended to and healed, much to his everyone’s relief. Afterwards the blonde slept like the dead, his body regaining the energy he had lost. Deku was by his side as soon as visitors were allowed, waiting patiently for him to wake up.

Luckily the explosive hero wakes up only a few hours later. As soon as red eyes flutter open Deku launches himself at Bakugou, arms wrapped tightly around him.

“You’re awake! I’m so happy you’re okay! I-” Deku mumbled into the man’s chest. Bakugou stopped his rambling with a flick to his green head.

“Oi calm down. You’re acting like I almost died.” Despite his rough words his voice and face were soft, as were the arms that wrapped around the tearful man in his arms. His voice was nearly a whisper as he mumbled into the green locks tickling his face. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Deku spoke, just as softly. “I always have.”

The fact that Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou loved each other was a Universal Truth, and it was a fact they now both knew.

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