Chapter 1: 1-Mornings (Izuku POV)
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Izuku stared into the darkness, trying to make out the form lying on the ground. If he could just move, he could get closer, and help. He reached his arm out, but he couldn't move his feet. He manoeuvred his arms and weight in front of him, and he fell onto his stomach.
He pulled himself forward with his arms, dragging across the floor, but froze when he noticed the features of the person lying before him.
“...Kacchan…?”
He propped himself up on his hands, staring at the boy in front of him.
The same tufts of ash blonde hair, poking in every direction in a messy tangle. The same sharp face, its features softened with an uncanny look of calm and neutralism.
The same scarlet eyes, usually so full of life, now empty and dark, the final light dimming from them.
“Kacchan!”
He was soaked in blood, which was flowing from the gaping wound in his chest, soaking his clothing with the deep cherry red substance.
Izuku reached his shaking hands forward, trying to shake the boy awake, like he was simply asleep, and would wake again. And would start spouting his nonsense, yelling and smiling all over again.
He didn't move.
All because….he couldn't reach him in time…
No, this wasn't happening! Kacchan was alive! Izuku had seen it happen!
It was just a dream..! It was all just a dream. The way that Kacchan’s face was twisting and swirling, the way Izuku could feel his stomach flipping and turning.
Right…?
“Wake up! Wake up!”
Izuku found himself repeating the words, over and over, as the body in front of him contorted.
Then, through the foggy darkness, the merciful sound of his alarm punctured, pulling him from his nightmare.
He stared at the ceiling, the familiar grey panelling bringing him the slightest comfort. He was sweating…a lot, and he swore that his cheeks were slightly wet.
“...It was just a dream….”
He sat up in bed, reaching for his alarm and turning it off.
6:05 am.
Time to get ready.
Izuku Midoriya’s room had changed since the war.
He still cherished his All-Might merchandise, though most of it was safely tucked away in his closet now. A few of his most precious figurines were still on his desk, as well as posters, but his room had been dialled down slightly. He had hung a few pictures of him and his friends on the wall - Kirishima, Mina, Ochako, Iida, Shouto, him and his mother, the rest of class 1-A…and…Kacchan.
It was a photo he had taken a few months ago, right after they had both been released from the hospital. They were both smiling, practically high on painkillers, as they sat in the back of Mitsuki’s fancy car, bandaged, kacchan with his arm in a sling and a device on his chest.
He cherished that photo with all that he could.
He cherished Kacchan with all he could.
The way that his hair was always messy, the way he always looked slightly angry, the way he yelled at him, the way his eyes glistened…
But of course, it wasn't like Izuku was in love with him or anything.
That was crazy.
Sure, Izuku cared about him. A lot. In fact, after what happened to him, izuku had promised to himself that he would protect Bakugou Katsuki with all that he could.
Because…Well, Izuku didn't know why. Probably because he felt like he was responsible for Bakugou’s injuries, for his near death. Probably because of his guilt, and probably because they grew up together, and had finally developed a somewhat steady friendship.
That was it, for sure. Nothing else.
Because izuku knew who he was in love with.
Or so he thought..
He had picked a lovely girl, a sweet girl, a…yeah, a….girl.
Ochako uraraka.
He had watched her, and she was the perfect fit.
She was strong, and admirable. Izuku wanted to be her....Wait, no! He wanted to be with her. Yeah, that was it.
He slipped on his blazer, and looked into the mirror, smiling weakly.
“Alright. Midoriya Izuku, off you go.”
He said to himself, grabbing his bag as he walked out of his room towards the breakfast hall.
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“Morning, Mido-bro!” Kiri stood up from where he was sitting at the table with the rest of the Bakusquad, including Kacchan. Kiri dropped the spoon which had milk and cinnamon toast crunch on it-which he seemed to be helping Kacchan eat- He had been slightly disabled with his broken arm, and needed help with some things.
The sight of Kirishima spoon-feeding Kacchan made izuku feel weird.. But, he was sure it was just concern for his friend!
He settled at the table next to Kacchan, watching as he tensed when he sat. Oh no, had he triggered his heart? Had he startled him?
“...morning, Kacchan… how are you..?” He said, carefully.
“I’m fine, dek-Izuku.” He said, staring into his bowl of cereal. His face was slightly red. Weird.
“ You can keep calling me Deku, Kacchan..its fine if its too much trouble for you…”
There was a small moment of uncomfortable silence, in which Bakugou mumbled a small “thanks…..nerd…” which was soon broken by Mina's cheery voice from across the table.
“Morning midoriya!!!”
“Morning, Mina…”
“How’d you sleep?! Dream about anyone~?”
Oh no, she was at this again ....Izuku loved Mina, but lately she had been trying to get him to realize something about himself? Maybe about his “crush” on uraraka? He didn't know, but she was definitely trying to hint at something. But there was no way he was telling her that he had dreamed about Kacchan, not with him right there.
“Umm…no…?”
“If you say so!” She said, then went back to her toast, smirking at bakugo across the table.
“Morning, deku!” said Uraraka as she joyfully stuck her head through the gap between him and Bakugo. Bakugo scoffed, inching away from her.
“Morning, round-face…”
Izuku went beet red, like he always did when a girl got this close to him.
“M-morning, Uraraka!”
She ruffled his hair and planted herself next to Tsuyu.
Izuku thanked Kirishima as he passed him a bowl of bran cereal.
“So…kacchan…how did you sleep..?”
“Okay, I guess..”
“How are you feeling today?”
“Fine.”
“How’s your arm…?”
“Better.”
“Kacchan, are you smiling at me?”
Izuku had looked up from his cereal to look at bakugo, to see that the blonde boy had been staring at him, a small smile on his face, his cheeks lightly dusted pink”
“WHAT?! NO! WHY WOULD I BE LOOKING AT-?! UGH, SHUT UP, NERD!”
“Haha, there he is…” Izuku mumbled, chuckling slightly as he returned to his bran. Kacchan had been unusually quiet this morning, and izuku was glad that there wasn't anything wrong with him.
Bakugo grunted and fidgeted with the spoon that Kirshima had abandoned for a yelled conversation with Tetsutetsu over the breakfast hall.
“Need help with that?”
“...No! why would I need your help, Deku…”
“Kacchan..”
“Yeah, okay, fine.”
Izuku submerged the spoon in the bowl, and brang it to bakugo’s lips. The taller boy paused, Blushing and glaring at izuku, before eating the cereal off of it.
“...I dont need your help..”
“..sorry, Kacchan, but I don't want you to have trouble with your life. Its my fault you’re-”
“Shut up, De- Izuku. It's not your fault, you get me?”
“....okay…”
Chapter 2: 2-Mornings (Bakugo POV)
Summary:
Mornings were such a small thing, but so important. This morning, Bakugo had to have a “chat” with Kirishima, tolerate his classmates, and try to stop himself from looking like an idiot in front of Izuku.
Notes:
hi guys, taiyo here!! chapter 2!!im sick today so i dont have anything else to do today (lol) so im writing this :) enjoy!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Katuki Bakugou sat up in bed, grimacing at the bright light streaming through his curtains, wiping at his runny nose, adjusting the familiar feeling of his heartbeat speeding up.
Ugh, another shitty morning.
He reached for his inhaler on the nightstand with his good arm, grabbing it roughly and taking a short puff.
He was half-tempted to say he was too hurt for school today so he could get more sleep, but he knew that the nerd would freak.
“....Izuku….”
He buried his face in his hands for a second. God, he was pathetic.
After the war, Katsuki Bakugo had changed.
He had softened.
He found it almost embarrassing how much he had changed, how aware of the things around him he was now.
How aware of Izuku he was now.
He had done everything he could to push his feelings down, for as long as he could. But after everything, his apology, the war, middle school, their fights…he had given up on denying it.
He was in love with Izuku Midoriya.
And it was even worse now that he wasn't denying it.
He had started noticing the little things- the way that he mumbled to himself when he was stressed, the way that his eyes would sparkle whenever he was happy, the exact amount of freckles on his cheeks, the way he got all embarrassed whenever someone praised him…
“Come on, katsuki…stop being a loser…”
He stomped into the bathroom and brushed his teeth, then started to get ready, struggling slightly to get his clothes on with only one arm. After a good 5 minutes of hopping around like an idiot, he picked up his phone, squinting at his cracked screen.
6:05 am.
“Fuck, I gotta meet shitty hair..”
He had promised that he would meet up with Kirishima and they would walk to the breakfast hall together. Normally, he would've declined the offer straight away, but Kiri had been wanting to talk to him since Katsuki had been released from the hospital, and it was getting annoying to have to deal with his constant nagging.
He shoved his hearing aid in his ear clumsily and left his dorm room, starting the walk to him and Kiri’s meet up spot. He passed the large windows in the common room, and his eyes were drawn to the rain falling on them.
“Great, and it's raining now too…” He grumbled as he passed through the room.
He stepped onto the porch of the 1-A dorm building, catching sight of Kirishima's bright ass red hair.
“Alright, I’m here… What do you want, shitty hair?”
“Bakugo! Hey, you’re late!”
“I forgot to set my alarm, that's all…”
“Yeah, yeah, sure you weren’t daydreaming about you know who?”
“Shut the hell up before I blow your ass into next week.”
“Damn, okay..”
They started walking down the pathway from the dorm building towards where the rest of the class ate breakfast, the sprinkle of rain dampening them slightly and making Kirishima's hair wilt like a flower.
“Aw, mann…I spent ages working on that..”
“Its not the end of the world, dumbass.”
“Hey, Baku…?”
“What.”
Oh no, here it came. The dreaded conversation. Katsuki hated doing stuff like this, especially with Kirishima. He was always so annoyingly understanding, it made Katsuki feel like a little kid.
“Well, I was just wondering how things have been going with Midoriya..? You two have been way more close than usual..”
Great. Just great.
“No, nothing's going on. He’s just being a little worried idiot, like he always is…”
“Okay ....what about…how you feel…? About that…? About…Midoriya..?”
“Kiri, just drop that shit already. There’s nothing going on.”
“I know you like him, baku.”
Katsuki scowled at him and went back to staring ahead.
“ Yeah, well there’s nothing going on. I don't need you and the rest of the squad trying to play wingman.”
Kirishima sighed, like he knew something the other boy didn't.
“And quit acting like you're some guidance counsellor. It pisses me off.”
“Alright, if you say so.”
They walked in silence for a few more minutes, and then Kirishima started his familiar morning rants, back to his normal self again.
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“Morning, Bakugo! Kiri!”
Mina jumped up to them from where she was waiting in line for breakfast, going in for a hug with Kirishima and attempting (and failing) to give one to bakugo as well.
“Pinky!”
“Morning, racoon eyes…”
She pulled away from Kirishima, looking at Bakugo.
“Your shirt isn't fully buttoned up.”
“Yeah, well, if you haven't noticed, one of my arms is in a sling, dumbass. Makes getting dressed harder than usual.”
“You sure? Not trying to show off for you know who?”
“NO!!”
“Morning, everyone. Ribbit.”
Tsuyu had appeared out of nowhere behind Mina, carrying a tray of jelly.
“Morning, frog-face. Are you seriously having jelly for breakfast?”
“Aw, leave her alone, dude!”
Tsuyu grinned at Kirishima and engaged herself in conversation with Mina.
Soon, Katsuki had found himself seated at one of the tables, struggling with his spoon. He kept splashing cereal everywhere..
“Fucking hell…”
Kirishima turned to him and laughed slightly.
“Need help, Baku-bro?”
“I do NOT need you to spoon-feed me cereal like some kind of pet.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yes, I’m sure-”
He was interrupted by the sound of the bowl rocking back and forth as he nearly tipped the whole thing over trying to aggressively spoon it into his mouth.
“Okay, gimme that.”
Bakugo scowled as Kiri swiped the spoon and brang it to his mouth.
“Here comes the aeroplannee!!”
“SHUT UP! IM NOT SOME KIND OF LITTLE-”
He froze, his gaze darting to the doors, where a certain green haired boy had just come through.
“Come on, open up!”
“Ugh, fine…”
He took the spoonful, looking anywhere but stupid Deku’s face.
“Oh, hey, look! Midoriya’s here. Morning, Mido-bro!” Kirishima said, standing up and waving Izuku over, dropping the spoon.
To Katsuki’s absolute horror, Izuku settled next to him. He tensed, feeling their knees touch.
“...Morning, kacchan..how are you..?”
Dammit, that voice and nickname always caught him off-guard in morinings..He could already feel his face burning up.
“I’m fine, dek-Izuku.”
God fucking damnit, katsuki! Can't you do anything right?
“You can keep calling me Deku, Kacchan…it's fine if it's too much trouble for you..”
Katsuki glared at his soup bowl as if seeing into its very soul, trying to hide how warm it made him feel whenever Izuku was all caring like that. He murmured a “...thanks…nerd..” before staring in the other direction and clamping his mouth shut so he wouldn't say or do anything stupid.
He was vaguely aware of Mina and Deku having a conversation…something about dreams, he wasn't listening.
He was acutely aware of her shooting him a smirk before resuming her food, though.
“Morning, Deku!”
Oh, great. It was round face, getting all up in his grill like usual.
And he didn't even want to turn around, because he just knew that izuku would be all blushy and stuttery, damnit.
He didn't hate uraraka. He hated that she was the one that Izuku liked. She felt like a reincarnation of everything he wasn't; sweet, understanding, with good values, beautiful, a girl…
He was jolted out of his spiral of silent misery by the nerd asking him a question.
“So…kacchan..how did you sleep…?”
“Okay, I guess…”
He risked a glance back up at Izuku, and he couldn't help the tint of pink that spread across his face.
He was so…gorgeous.
The way that he held his spoon, his tired yet always determined round eyes, the way his voice was always slightly more croaky in the morning.
He didn't even notice the stupid expression that had started to spread across his face. He was too busy daydreaming to even form proper responses.
“How are you feeling today…?
“Fine.”
“How's your arm…?”
“Better.”
Izuku looked up from his cereal, and their eyes met. Katsuki was too busy cherishing the moment to realise he forgot to wipe the stupid, lovestruck expression off of his face.
“Kacchan, are you smiling at me?”
SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!
“WHAT?! NO! WHY WOULD I BE LOOKING AT-?! UGH, SHUT UP, NERD!”
“Haha, there he is…”
How was he supposed to respond to that?! Katsuki didn't even know what to do, so he just made a grunting noise and went back to his cereal, grabbing the spoon and once again returning to his hopeless mission of eating his cereal without help.
“Need help with that?”
What the hell? He was not going to let deku of all people feed him breakfast. It was fine when it was shitty hair, but when it was deku? Fuck no. And for three reasons- 1, The rest of the squad would never let it go, 2, he didn't need someone to spoon feed him, especially that nerd, and 3, his heart probably couldn't take it.
“...no! Why would I need your help, deku..”
He had meant to shout it, to scare him off, but he couldn't control the fact that he did, in fact, want Izuku Midoriya to spoon feed him.
“Kacchan…”
“Yeah, okay, fine.”
He glared at the shorter boy as he brang the spoon to his mouth, but took it, feeling his cheeks flushing.
Stop being so obvious, damnit!
“..I don’t need your help…”
“..sorry, kacchan, but I don't want you to have trouble with your life. It’s my fault you’re-”
“Shut up, de-izuku. It's not your fault, you hear me?”
“...okay…”
Notes:
thanks for reading! <3
Chapter 3: Walk- Bakugo POV
Summary:
After breakfast, Katsuki receives the information that he has to have a checkup at the nurse’s office, which he isn't especially keen about, until its decided that Izuku can go with him.
Notes:
Taiyo here!!! Sorry for not posting for like, ages but I lost all motivation and got stuck doomscrolling and just recently my big chungus ahh dad blocked practically all of the websites (BEFORE THE GREAT AUSTRALIAN BAN LIKE WHATS EVEN THE POINT ITS GONNA HAPPEN ANYWAY) like youtube and pinterest and tiktok but he doesnt know what ao3 is so i guess this is my source of entertainment now,,,,Im going to aim for 2,000 words a ch from now on, instead of 1,000,,, anyway, enjoy! :)
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Green…
Green was a nice color…
And it looked so soft and fluffy….
The pine green strands, sticking out in every direction, making large puffs of hair on the boy’s head had perfectly captured Katsuki Bakugo’s attention, staring directly at his friend’s head.
He reached a hand out to touch it, only to pull back immediately at the realization that he was about to run his hands through Izuku’s hair.
“Hm? Kacchan? Do you…need something?”
“AH-NO!”
“...If you say so..”
The green headed boy returned to his cereal, seeming to deflate slightly.
Weird.
Katsuki was about to return to his breakfast when he received a firm pat on his head.
“OW! What the hell?! Why the fuck would you DO that, you little fuckass BASTAR-!”
He swivelled around, expecting to see Dunce face or Shitty hair again, but froze in his chair when he saw that the person he had been violently swearing at was his teacher, Aizawa.
“Good morning to you too, Bakugo.”
“Uhhh….morning, Mr.Aizawa…”
“I assume you will be coming to your classes today?”
“...yeah, duh…”
“Well, you’re going to miss your 1st and 2nd period classes, because you have an appointment at the nurse’s office. A doctor has come from the hospital to speak with you.”
“Ugh, do I really have to-”
“Yes, you do. You may take Midoriya with you if it makes you feel better.”
“Hm?”
Izuku perked up slightly at the mention of his name, turning to look at his friend and teacher.
“I was wondering if you would like to take Bakugo to the nurse for his checkup.”
“Oh, of course I can. It is my job to look after Kacchan, after all-”
“NO, ITS NOT-”
They were interrupted by a loud beep on Katsuki’s heart watch, which displayed a large warning of an elevated heart rate.
“Damnit. Fine, you can come with me, nerd.”
“Alright, good. You two should go now, so you don't miss too much classtime,”
He left, leaving the two boys at the table, staring at each other with the rest of the class being just as loud as usual.
“Well…I guess we should get going.”
“Yeah, let's go.”
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As they walked through the quiet U.A. halls, (the silence broken by the occasional explosion or other loud noise) Katsuki watched Izuku, once again taking note of every little action.
The way his round eyes flitted around the room, always ready to defend or attack.
The way his fingers fidgeted with the end of his blazer sleeve.
The bags under his eyes…
The…way he was so jumpy….
His hair, the way it was more tangled than usual, and not in the usual cute way…
Was Izuku…alright?
It looked like he had barely been able to sleep, and had he been crying? There were marks on his palms, like he had been clenching his fists so hard that his nails dug into his skin.
“...Deku..”
The freckled boy jumped slightly at the nickname and the sharp tone.
“Yeah…? Is…is something wrong, Kacchan?”
“Are….you okay?”
He cringed internally at the words coming from his mouth. No-one ever actually asked that question straight up. He really was turning into Kirishima.
“Huh? Yeah, of course I’m okay! If anything, I should be asking you that! Haha!”
“I’m being serious, Izuku.”
The freckled boy paused, stopping his stride, looking at Katsuki with an unreadable expression.
“I’m fine, Kacchan. Really. I just….woke up late, that's it. Didn't have time to tidy up.”
Katsuki didn't believe that one bit. But, he wasn't going to push it. He knew how stubborn stupid deku could be, and there was no way he'd be able to get a solid answer out of him.
“So….howve you been doing with the inhaler? You take your puffs? Do you have it with you all the time?”
“Jeez izuku, its not like I’m going to drop dead at any minute.”
“Yeah, I know…..just making sure.”
“Well, you don't need to. I don't need your pity or your care, Idiot. And its not like you would be able to do anything anyway.”
“...oh, o..okay…sorry..”
Katsuki’s mind raced as he tried to school his expression back into a scowl. Oh, shit. He had been too harsh. He didn't actually want to cut izuku with his words, just wanted to engage in some playful bickering. And now he was all sad and quiet and Katsuki felt like a dickhead. Why had he done that? Izuku was just trying to be nice.
He wished that stupid deku didn't care so much.
They walked in a thick silence, before finally reaching the nurse’s office.
“Here they are! Come, come. Time for your checkup, young man.”
As izuku pushed his door open, Recovery girl waved from where she was across the room, sitting next to a tall man holding a clipboard.
Katsuki didn't like the look of this guy- he was tall, with long limbs and a boring face, staring at the two boys as if using some kind of x-ray vision quirk.
“Ah, are you Katsuki Bakugo?”
Enquired the tall man, tapping his pen on his clipboard.
“Yeah, no shit.”
“Kacchan!”
“No, no, it's alright. I’ve been warned of an explosive temper. Come and sit on the bench, and I’ll check you out.”
Of course. Of fucking course. He hated when people only recognised him by his temper, when they gossiped about his personality. And he sure as hell wasn't going to listen to this guy.
“I don’t want to-”
“Kacchan, just do it...”
“No!”
“Young man, Dr.Ito is only here to help you, please cooperate-”
“NO!”
His palms crackled slightly with barely contained explosions, clearly alarming the doctor and recovery girl.
“Kacchan, please?”
“Alright, fine! But not because you want me to.”
The only reason he sat on that cold bench was for izuku- he would never have listened to this tall lanky bastard if the green-headed boy wasn't here, he didn't want him to worry.
He hated checkups. People poking at his chest and shoving things in his ears and prodding and asking so many questions.
For a few minutes, katsuki zoned out while the doctor talked with izuku and asked questions (probably because Katsuki had scared the doctor off and he was now doing his best to avoid provoking him again)
“Okay, thank you very much, Midoriya.”
“Of course!”
“Now, Bakugo…”
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