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Bakugou has his first heat in middle school and knows he can't be a pro hero anymore. He still bullies the shit out of Deku, still tells him he'll never be anything because it's the only thing that makes him feel like more than just an omega when his friends stop talking to him.
Deku's just a stupid fucking beta anyway. Above an omega but nothing compared to an alpha. Bakugou doesn't give a shit if he cries when he pushes him around, even gets annoyed when he follows him everywhere like a lost puppy.
Bakugou can only make it a few more years before he gives up. He doesn't know what to do with his life, knows it's going to be shit anyway since omegas are treated awfully despite laws against it. He drops out of high school and starts selling himself to alphas.
The first time he takes a knot, he's only 15. The alpha is some business man, uses his pheromones to send Bakugou into heat before he fucks him in an alley. Bakugou has known heats but he's never known the feeling of a knot and fuck it's good and fills him so much better than fingers.
He gets pumped full of cum and left behind a dumpster with a handful of cash "for his troubles ." Bakugou thinks he can do this for a living: fucking strangers, getting off, getting paid to get off. He gets addicted.
He sells himself around high schools, mostly, to alphas around his age with only pocket money to spare. Horny. They don't give a shit if they have to pay or not, they just want to taste omega slick and pop their knots somewhere. Bakugou loves it.
Bakugou's not dumb, either. He makes sure he can still do a good job. He takes birth control and wears collars so that alphas can't bite him. When he gets old enough, he applies to an omega host club and becomes the best seller. No duh, since he's so pretty and sweet as caramel.
He buys himself nice clothes with the money he gets and buys nicer collars. They're all different colors, all have locks and keys so no alpha can get it off of him. All of them say something different. Gucci, Brat, Baby, Slut, Bitch, just to make himself feel good.
He's 20 when he meets Deku again. His buddies drag him to the host club or something, since he looks super uncomfortable surrounded by other guys trying to pull him around and order drinks for him. As soon as Bakugou locks eyes with him, he scoffs. Betas have no right here.
His disgust doesn't go unnoticed, apparently, because Deku's eyes are wide and his mouth is open a little. Bakugou doesn't go near the table until he's summoned by a regular who belongs to the same group as Deku. He swallows his pride and approaches the table.
"Hey, alphas," Bakugou purrs as he leans over the table and fills everyone's glasses with beer. "It's so good being requested by such a handsome bunch."
He comes up with bullshit like that all the time but it feels so much more fake being near a beta. He wants to kick Deku out but that would mean admitting that he knows him. Deku's quiet the whole time.
Deku catches his arm before he leaves. All his buddies are drunk and don't even notice that he's gone, but he doesn't seem to mind. Bakugou snatches his arm back.
"Betas don't belong in a host club like this," he snaps at Deku.
Being this close, though, he can smell it.
Alpha.
Deku knows, knows that Bakugou knows, and knows he doesn't have to say it. Bakugou wants to ask how the hell he smells like alpha now but he doesn't. Deku just looks at him, pleads him with his eyes.
"Can I come back?" he whispers to Bakugou.
"I don't fuck for free," Bakugou says plainly.
"That's not what I meant," Deku mutters.
"Don't come back," Bakugou tells him. He doesn't want to see Deku. He doesn't want to be reminded of how he once thought he'd be better than everyone else, how he once thought he'd be an alpha. How he once knew he'd be an alpha.
Deku is back the next day, though. Bakugou is tending to another customer and doesn't have any appointments until 2 the next morning. It's only eleven when his boss tells him he's been requested in a private room.
Of course it's Deku when he comes into the private bedroom. The alpha is sitting as awkwardly as can be on the bed, hands wringing together.
"I thought I told you not to come back," Bakugou gripes as he stands by the door.
"I paid," Deku counters.
They're both quiet after that. Bakugou stares at Deku but Deku just stares at the ground. Bakugou's patience runs thin quickly and he sits down next to Deku, hand on his thigh.
"Well, you bought me. Now what are you going to do with me?" he purrs.
"I-I just wanna talk," Deku frantically explains, even shoves Bakugou's hand from his lap.
Bakugou rolls his eyes. "I don't get paid to talk," he huffs. "What's there to talk about?"
"'bout why you're doing this," Deku whispers.
Bakugou wants to laugh. This shitty nerd, the weakling he used to bully, is sitting next to him feeling sorry for him and how he's living. How dare he.
"I do it because I love it. Because I'm good at it," Bakugou says, simple and voice sugary sweet. "Shall I show you?"
Deku looks horrified, but he doesn't stop Bakugou when he sinks to his knees in front of Deku's form. Doesn't protest when Bakugou palms his crotch, nor does Bakugou ask why he's already half hard before he's even touched him.
He undoes Deku's jeans with ease, untucks him from his boxers until his full length is freed. Deku's cock is hot and thick in his hand and feels even thicker in his mouth. Heavy, long, smelling strongly of alpha. It makes Bakugou dizzy in a way he's never felt before.
Bakugou's wet with so much more slick than he's been before, hot and tingling. Deku's quiet gasps make his cock throb and when Deku runs his big hand through his hair, his hole twitches in need. More slick gushes from him as soon as Deku tugs his hair to warn him he's coming.
He swallows Deku's cum easily, though he finds himself thinking, wishing , there was more of it. Never in his life has Bakugou ever thought that someone's cum tasted good but this is by far the least offensive taste. Even kind of nice.
"Get what you paid for?" Bakugou asks Deku as he wipes his mouth.
Deku nods, but he still has no words. There's a dumb look of shock on his face when Bakugou stands up. Slick gushes out of him, runs down his thighs. Thank god for black jeans, though he's sure Deku can smell it.
"Do--" Deku starts to ask, but Bakugou holds a hand up.
"Just leave, please," he mutters under his breath.
Deku does as he's told, but he's back two days later and keeps coming back. Same room, same treatment. Every time, he asks Bakugou why he's doing this, asks him why he can't get a normal job. Every time, he ends up coming down Bakugou's throat and leaving.
It's like clockwork, now. Deku comes by weekdays, books Bakugou at 11, leaves by 12. Except, on this Saturday, Bakugou checks his schedule and finds that Deku has booked him for 3 solid hours. The implication has Bakugou hot under the collar all day.
When 11 rolls around, Bakugou goes to their room, the same room every time. Deku is waiting for him. Instead of sitting on the bed, he's stood in the middle of the room, and he looks just as nervous as the first time they had met there. Bakugou closes the door behind him.
"You look tense. You wanna skip all the bullshit about finding another job and get straight to the dick sucking, or?" Bakugou asks as he saunters over to Deku.
He puts his hands on Deku's chest like he would any other customer, but Deku feels... better. Solid. Hot.
"No," Deku says. He doesn't push Bakugou's hands away, though, doesn't stop his hands wandering down stupid Deku's arms and circling his hips until they tuck into his back pockets.
"Get it over with, then," Bakugou sighs.
"Why are you doing this, Kacchan?"
The name takes Bakugou by surprise, even more so when he feels his lower half quiver and wet.
"Don't call me that," he whispers, voice unstable.
"Answer the question," Deku says. His voice holds an alpha-ness to it, commanding but still somehow soft. Bakugou finds it harder to breathe when he does so.
"Because I love it," he answers, tone even weaker than before.
"I don't believe you."
Deku's hands are strong when they lift him, hold him under his ass and haul him to the bed. Bakugou doesn't protest when he's laid out onto the bed, even as gentle as Deku does it, nor does he let go of Deku.
It's so much slower than he's used to, so many more gentle touches and caresses than he likes. Bakugou wants to be fucked into the mattress, wants to be choked and fucked quick so he can get off quicker. But Deku doesn't do that. He goes slow, holds Bakugou the whole time.
And the thing is, Bakugou is so much wetter than any other time, too. His body is hot and Deku's touch is searing and heavy but Bakugou craves it. As much as he yells at Deku to go faster, he loves any touch he gives him. He sucks his fingers and whines when he pulls away.
Deku makes Bakugou come so many times despite being so slow, each orgasm wracking his body until his legs are numb. They build so much that Bakugou's hearing rings out and he's sure he's going to die at one point. But Deku holds him and whispers pretty things close to his ear, and when Deku knots him, Bakugou clings to him the entire time he's inflated. His eyes roll back into his skull and he doesn't even care when Deku bites into his neck, obstructed by the black collar that today reads "BABY." Deku's knot fills him like no other.
Deku cleans him up when they're done, something no other customer bothers to do before they leave. Bakugou's glad, because he can't feel his legs still and he's pretty sure he has another customer in an hour he has to meet. He doesn't have time to clean himself up before then.
Only after Deku leaves does Bakugou realize that Deku had tried to bite him. He only notices because he's staring in the mirror at the teeth marks in the leather, at the blood that's beaded up near where a few of his teeth had managed to nick him.
No alpha had ever tried that before. He's not sure if Deku is stupid or unobservant.
---
Deku doesn't come around for another week. Bakugou isn't, like, sad about it or anything. He just doesn't know what to do at 11 because he's started to keep that hour open just for the idiot. He's not lonely. He's just bored.
When Deku finally does come around, he schedules another 11-2. Bakugou's not excited or anything. He just wants to get things over with. Nothing special.
Deku's standing in the middle of the room again. Bakugou doesn't give him a chance to ask why he's doing this. "You owe me for a new collar, asshole," he tells Deku, no malice in his voice.
"Sorry," Deku says, though he doesn't sound very bashful or remorseful.
Bakugou raises an eyebrow at him, waiting. "Well?" he asks. It works well enough. Deku crosses the room and scoops him up once more, and once again, Deku ravishes him for the next three hours.
It becomes their new schedule. Eleven to two, Saturdays only. Bakugou wonders how he has the money to pay for this, but he never has the time to ask. Too busy being treated so delicately. Too delicately.
Until he goes into heat.
He's not supposed to work during his heats, not supposed to stir up customers like that. In his own defense, he doesn't know he's going into heat and he doesn't go into it around all the other customers. Only when he's locked in a room with stupid Deku who can't control his pheromones.
It's the first time that Deku treats him roughly, first time he leaves bruises on his skin. Not just bruises, but bite marks down his torso and thighs. Deku knots him not once but three times and Bakugou even begs for a forth when his time runs out.
Deku pays an extra hour to clean him up, and even when that hour is finished, he doesn't want to leave.
"I can't leave you here when you're in heat," Deku tells Bakugou when the omega is practically in his lap, trying very, very hard not to act in heat.
"It's fine, I know how to handle myself. My quirk's pretty strong, remember?" Bakugou mutters to Deku. Deku's fingers run through Bakugou's hair as he sighs.
"I thought you liked it, though," he hears Deku whisper. He's sure he's not supposed to hear it.
Bakugou can't say anything to it, though, nor can he protest when Deku holds an arm around his waist and throws Bakugou's arm over his shoulders so that he can walk him to his boss. Deku tells his boss that he's sick, that he's in heat and he needs to go home, and his boss gives Bakugou a look.
"We'll have someone take him home right away," his boss says as he gestures for Deku to hand Bakugou over. Deku doesn't let him go.
"It's okay," Bakugou finally says with a sigh. "He can take me home. I know him. He's too good to hurt me." He isn't sure if it's his imagination or not when he sees Deku smile out of the corner of his eyes.
Deku drops Bakugou off at home. Bakugou offers to let him stay, but Deku tells him he can't, that he'd love to, but it wouldn't be right. Bakugou doesn't stop him. He watches Deku go before he shuts himself in for three days.
When Deku comes back the next Saturday at 11, he only books Bakugou for an hour. Something in his chest sinks when he comes in to Deku sitting on the edge of the bed like the very first time all of this started.
"I just want to talk," Deku says when Bakugou opens his mouth. Instead of wringing his hands, he's fiddling with a box this time. It's long and narrow. Bakugou wonders if it's for him.
"Fine," Bakugou says. What else can he say? He gets a feeling Deku won't let him do anything anyway. "But I want to ask you something first."
Deku looks up to him, maybe a bit thrown off by the sudden demand.
"Sure," he says, nodding.
"How are you paying for all this?" Bakugou asks as he sits down next to Deku on the bed.
"I'm a... pro hero, actually. But, just for a few years now," Deku explains. "Actually, my hero name is Deku..."
Bakugou blinks at him a few times to settle everything in his mind. This nerd could have chosen any name, and yet he chose what Bakugou had bullied him with for years.
"I kinda missed when you called me that in the end," Deku murmurs.
Bakugou stares at Deku for a long time because, no , this stupid nerd couldn't possibly be a pro hero. Awkward, sheepish, gentle. But he's not the same as he once was. Taller, stronger, more sure of himself. Bakugou is jealous.
"I had no idea," Bakugou admits. He isn't sure why he doesn't sound more angry. The Bakugou in middle school would have been enraged, screaming or something. Rather, he sounds sad.
"I figured you knew already. You always knew so much about pros," Deku says.
All Bakugou can do is scoff bitterly. "Yeah, well, I kinda stopped giving a shit about heroes once I realized I could never be one."
Deku recoils from the bite in Bakugou's voice. Maybe it had been harsh, but Deku doesn't say anything about it. They're silent for a long while until Deku speaks up again.
"Why do you do this?" he asks Bakugou.
Bakugou isn't sure how many times Deku has asked him the same question over and over again, but this feels very final. Bakugou still feels bitter, though.
"Because I love it," he answers.
Deku looks disappointed. His eyes fall to the carpet and he grips the box in his hands tightly. "I see," he sighs. He stands and goes to the door. "I'll see you next week," Deku mutters. The door clicks shut behind him.
---
He doesn't see Deku next week.
The nights tick by and Bakugou keeps checking his schedule, but the three hour block on Saturday night he always leaves open for Deku is never filled. Usually Deku calls in by Thursday to make sure it's booked, but Friday rolls around and there's nothing. Bakugou hates him for it.
Part of him is in denial that Deku will call in late, apologize, give Bakugou extra special care, but nothing happens. Bakugou worries about what he did wrong to make Deku hate him so suddenly. He wonders what was in the box that he never opened.
Saturday comes around and Bakugou is waiting in the room, their room, at promptly 11. Then 11:30 rolls around. Twelve. One. Two. Deku never shows up.
Bakugou cancels his other appointments, tells his boss that he isn't feeling well. He can't smile for another alpha no matter how hard he tries. He can't be around another alpha without feeling an ache in his chest, as much as he tries to deny it.
By the time that Bakugou gets home, he's angry at Deku for not coming. He wants to punch his stupid face in; he's sure it won't hurt Deku in the end, but at least it would make Bakugou feel better. Make him feel less unwanted.
It's late, or early rather, when Bakugou starts his night time regime. He turns on the news while he makes a snack because some of the alphas that come in are high profile and Bakugou needs to know how stocks are doing, all that dumb shit he hates.
He's in the process of slicing an apple when he hears it. Deku's name. His head snaps up and he watches the tv on the other side of the living room with a loud thumping in his chest.
"...the villains who injured pro hero Deku in a massive fight last Thursday have finally received their sentences of 40 counts of life in prison, after their attack of terror had left 70 injured and at least 45 dead..."
"...in other news, pro hero Deku has been rumored to be released from xx hospital later today after a miraculous recovery. Doctors were shocked to find pro hero Deku mostly healed after injuries that were feared to put him out of commission for good..."
Bakugou can't tear his eyes away from the tv screen, no matter how blurry his vision gets through tears. He's not sure when he started crying but fat tears are rolling down his cheeks. When he looks down, he finds blood in his apple slices. He's nicked himself without noticing.
---
As soon as the sun breaks in the sky, Bakugou makes his way to the hospital. He hasn't slept a wink since he heard the news about Deku, but he doesn't feel tired. He's fueled by worry and rage and anxiety he doesn't know why he has.
When he gets to the hospital, he goes straight to the desk.
"I'm looking for Deku. Pro hero Deku," Bakugou says impatiently. The woman behind the counter just sighs.
"No one is seeing Deku at this time. He's requested to be left alone, and we can't let just anyone in."
"No, I need to see him," Bakugou pleads. "He knows me. He'll want to see me."
"I'm sorry, sir, but I can't just--"
"Tell him that Kacchan is here! Just... tell him it's me. Tell him I'm here," Bakugou says, defeated.
The woman sighs again. She picks up a phone and dials something. Apparently someone picks up, and she says, "there's a Kacchan here for pro hero Deku. Mhm. Okay." She looks to Bakugou. "You family?"
"Should be," he answers.
It takes a few minutes, but finally she tells Bakugou where Deku's room is. He makes his way up the floors and lets himself into the room. Only when he sees Deku laying in his private hospital bed, staring out the window, does Bakugou realize he feels naked and vulnerable.
Deku looks over to Bakugou and his smile is gentle and welcoming. Bakugou almost runs to him. Almost.
"I missed you last night," he says before he can stop himself, footsteps light as he crosses the room.
"Sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I would have rather been there than here," Deku jokes weakly.
Bakugou stands next to Deku's bed, and he looks over all the wires in his body and the gauze wrapped over his arms.
"It's not as bad as it looks," Deku promises.
"You never called," Bakugou says directly after. "I spent all week wondering what I did wrong."
"It's not exactly like I had your number or anything..." Deku sighs.
Bakugou frowns. He doesn't want Deku to turn this on him, doesn't want it to be his fault. He knows already that he's being selfish, but he can't help it. Maybe some part of him was actually worried for Deku. Maybe.
"Do you wanna come over?" Bakugou asks after a long moment of silence. "Once you're released. To my place, not to the host club."
Deku looks caught off guard, but he smiles at Bakugou anyway. Soft, sweet. He nods. "I'd love to."
"Good. Don't be late."
Bakugou stands by the bed for a few more seconds, awkward as ever, and purses his lips into a glare to look more intimidating and hide his embarrassment. He goes to the door and hesitates as he opens it. "I'll be waiting," he tells Deku before he disappears.
---
It's about 2pm when Bakugou finally hears the knock on his door. For whatever reason, he feels sick to his stomach with anxiety over how Deku will act towards him. Nothing has changed, he thinks, and he's made a good meal for him. He hopes he makes a good impression.
Deku is wearing a cap and a large coat when Bakugou opens the door; had it not been for his sweet, sheepish smile, Bakugou might have been intimidated by his looming stature. Bakugou invites him in and Deku hangs his coat up by the door. His arms are still wrapped in tight gauze.
"I made food. I figured you'd be hungry after a few nights in the hospital, Deku-- uh, Midoriya." The stutter doesn't go unnoticed, in fact, Deku turns pink as he shuffles out of his shoes.
"No, call me Deku... please," he says.
Bakugou takes him to the table, set and covered in food. He doesn't exactly remember what Deku had liked when they were kids, so he had made light foods for Deku's return from the hospital. Deku has no complaints as he sits, and after he thanks Bakugou for the food, they dig in.
There's not much to talk about besides idle chatting. Bakugou asks about hero work and Deku enthuses about how much he loves it, though he's clearly toning it down for Bakugou's sake. There's an ache in his heart when he talks about it, but something about Deku's smile warms his heart.
"I'm glad you're okay," Bakugou says once Deku is finished, "I missed you Saturday." He doesn't actually mean to say it out loud, but Deku doesn't seem to mind. His smile has changed from something excited to something nostalgic, almost.
"Yeah. I missed you too. Have for years."
Silence falls over them again. Bakugou picks at his food before he pushes it away.
"Why?" he asks.
"You just... left suddenly. I was worried," Deku explains. "So, I missed you."
"You shouldn't have. I was horrible to you," Bakugou mutters, eyes closing.
"I know. But you only hurt me from a place of hurting yourself. No one realized until you'd already gone just how much you were hurting, though," Deku murmurs.
"Yeah, well. It's not like high school would have done me any good."
Bakugou sighs deeply. He opens his eyes to find Deku staring at him with something he can't quite pinpoint. Not quite pity, not quite longing. Somehow there's an urgency there.
"Kacchan, why... do you do this?" Deku asks him. His voice is just as soft, just as pleading as it had been the last night they saw each other.
This time, Bakugou doesn't say anything for a long time. He stares at Deku and Deku stares back.
"I don't know," he finally says.
Deku is quiet now. He shifts a little closer to Bakugou. "Do you want to do this?" he asks.
Bakugou is slow to shake his head, hands squeezing his own thighs under the table. "No," he answers.
Deku gets up, then. Bakugou watches as he leaves and when he goes towards the door, his heart sinks to his stomach. He doesn't want Deku to leave him, so when Deku stops at his jacket and rummages through the inside pocket of it, his heart stops completely.
Deku comes back with the same long, thin box as before. He looks nervous when he comes back to the table and sets it down in front of Bakugou.
"A replacement for the one I ruined before," Deku offers as an explanation, tone anxious.
Bakugou stares Deku down in suspicion, but his curiosity gets the best of him eventually. He takes off the lid to the box and finds a black collar, expensively made leather bound by hand. The inside is lined with silk and the lock is gold, small diamonds lining the keyhole. The most prominent feature of the collar is the gold, blocked letters on the front.
DEKU.
Bakugou's heart is racing hard, staring at the collar in front of him. It's so much for him to process that all he can do is look up to Deku, eyes frantically searching his. Deku looks just as helpless as he does. Before Bakugou can even think, he's out of his chair.
"I-if -- if you hate it, you don't have to accept it, I'll just get you a plain one or pay for a replacement--"
"Will you just shut up a second?" Bakugou cuts through Deku's rambling so quickly and sharply that Deku snaps his mouth shut. He almost looks scared.
"Just... wait here for a moment," Bakugou says, tone more quiet, gentle.
Deku relaxes only a little bit with the new tone. With a thick gulp, Bakugou goes to his room and digs around until he finds the key to the collar he's wearing today, and then he comes back out to the table.
Deku still looks anxious, sitting at the dining room chair and drumming his fingers on his thighs.
"What's going--?" Deku starts to ask, but he's cut off by Bakugou straddling his lap and laying his hands on his shoulders.
Bakugou still doesn't say anything as he seats himself, only stares Deku in the eye as he reaches around to the back of his collar and slides the lock to his throat. When the lock is on full display, Bakugou holds up the key to Deku.
"Will you?" he asks Deku. Deku gets the hint very quickly. His fingers shake ever so slightly while he slides the key into the lock and turns. They shake even as the collar falls from Bakugou's neck and Deku lays it onto the table next to them.
When Deku reaches for the new collar, Bakugou holds his wrist.
"No, I don't want that," he whispers, bringing Deku's hand to his waist as his own runs through Deku's messy, tangled curls.
"Then what do you want?" Deku asks him.
"I want you."
Bakugou only realizes when his lips are finally on Deku's that this is the first time they've kissed. It's been so long since he's properly kissed someone last and he's not sure if it's due to that or because it's Deku that it feels so good, but his mind is spinning already.
It doesn't help when Deku lifts him just as easily as he had the first night they had had sex, hands holding under his thighs and strong arms supporting him as he brings Bakugou to his bedroom. Deku takes his time undressing Bakugou and yet it feels like he's naked in seconds.
Deku kisses every inch of his body and Bakugou takes it all. While he'd normally be impatient, his body somehow takes Deku's soft touches with ease. Deku's fingers leave goosebumps in their wake despite Bakugou's skin being set on fire at the smallest of touches from him. Deku kisses him, touches him, licks him in all the right places. When Deku's fingers slide over Bakugou's wet hole, it has him mewling, begging, gasping in ways he hasn't before. Deku fingers him so slowly, makes his orgasm build so much that Bakugou sees stars.
He's not done, though. He gives Bakugou everything, makes Bakugou feel secure when he holds him. His arms wrap around his waist when he thrusts into him, lips on his skin and hands on his body. When Deku flips him and his teeth graze the back of his neck, Bakugou isn't scared.
"Is this really alright?" Deku whispers against the shell of Bakugou's ear after his teeth tease his nape, and Bakugou nods just barely.
"Yeah. I want you," he whispers back to Deku, breathless.
The feeling of Deku's teeth breaking his skin as his knot catches his rim is not unpleasant, though it burns like any wound would. It still sends Bakugou's mind onto nirvana and makes his body shake as his being is marked and claimed by Deku.
Deku holds Bakugou's hand tightly in his own while he licks and cleans the wound, and Bakugou bites his lip to keep from crying. It feels so strange to be someone else's, but he doesn't regret it. Deku kisses their bonding mark and holds Bakugou close as they stay knotted.
"Hey, Deku?" Bakugou mutters as Deku pulls covers over their connected bodies.
Deku has him pulled tightly to his chest, spooning him while he noses at the bite. His hand is still in Bakugou's and he doesn't show signs of letting go.
"I think I love you," Bakugou whispers.
All he can hear from behind him is a small chuckle from Deku, and Bakugou frowns as he jabs his elbow into Deku's stomach.
"Ow! Sorry, sorry. It's just a little to late for 'think,' don't you think?" Deku hums against the shell of Bakugou's ear.
Bakugou rolls his eyes begrudgingly, but he lets out a deep sigh and nods. "Yeah. I guess I do love you," he mutters.
Deku hums again, and this time he places a kiss behind Bakugou's ear as he hugs him just a little tighter.
"Yeah. I love you, too, Kacchan."