𓊝ㅤㅤ բ𓈅ㅤㅤ 𝓚atsuki 𝓑akugo.ㅤ ㅤ 濒➋

He didn't know when he'd started feeling this way about Izuku Midoriya, but it was an unparalleled feeling, one that wasn't hate or contempt. He didn't want the other to notice, but he felt something much more than just frustration with Izuku; it was... real love. The kind where you don't know when all the chaos began, the kind where even though Bakugo was a grouch, Izuku didn't care because he was blinded by love for the other, even if he was a real hothead. And so, the two young men, Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugo, felt the same way about each other, even if they didn't say it directly.

Winter had arrived in Japan, and snow was falling everywhere. It wasn't exactly the kind of weather Bakugo was looking forward to, but he was going out anyway, somewhat reluctantly because of his friend. The outing with Class A had been Kirishima's idea, though Bakugo was already regretting agreeing ever since Kaminari started yelling across the restaurant. The place was filled with noise, overlapping conversations, and raucous laughter that was starting to give him a headache.

At a nearby table, Iida was talking to Todoroki about something related to training while the rest discussed what to order. Bakugo was barely paying attention. He sat across from Midoriya, resting one arm on the table with a bored expression as he tapped his fingers against the wood. —Tch… this place is annoying. Bakugo let out a heavy sigh before glancing up at him for a few seconds. He frowned slightly when he noticed Midoriya was still watching him again. —What? Are you going to be watching me all night now, Deku?