Class 1A had collectively decided to have one day every two weeks dedicated to class bonding a few months after moving into dorms. These two days were also dedicated to class meetings, which typically only lasted a few minutes and sometimes didn't happen at all. The meetings were never filled with serious topics either unless there was a big event coming up or there had been an attack by the L.O.V. Sometimes the class meetings were dedicated to things like coming out or talking about romantic relationships.

As the years went by and class 1A turned into 2A and eventually 3A, everyone became more comfortable and affectionate with each other. Even Bakugo, wouldn't try to explode people for sitting too close to him. He went especially on Kirishima and Deku, who he had eventually become friends with again. The most shocking days were when one of the two would fall asleep on him (usually Izuku), and he would threaten to explode anyone for being too loud.

The entire class, apart from the three, had been placing bets throughout the years as to which of the two they believed Bakugo would end up dating. They all knew Bakugo was gay, When Kaminari came out as bisexual -he was the first to come out-, he had asked if anyone else would like to come out as well, to which Bakugo plainly replied "Yeah, I'm gay or whatever." without even looking up from his phone.

Izuku and Kirishima had come out in separate meetings.

Kirishima had just walked to the front of the room one day and said. "Time for a fruit salad." which prompted the people who were already out (Denki, Jirou, mina, and momo) except Bakugo, who had refused to be a part of said fruit salad, to go to the center of the room and do a little dance that Denki had definitely created, before going back to their seats.

Izuku had taken a while longer than most of his classmates, he hadn't come out until around the middle of the second year at UA.

Izuku had said that he needed to say something and pulled a bi pride flag with 'Izuku' written on it from his backpack and walked over to hang it on the wall that the class had (with permission) reserved for pride flags. (Momo had made the pride flag for him. After a few people had come out she had the idea of hanging up special pride flags for everyone who came out. Bakugo had only agreed after he was the only person that was out and didn't have a flag up. Everyone knew that it was because he felt left out but nobody said a word about it.) He unfolded the pride flag and held it up proudly. "I'm bisexual," he stated with a giant grin. His announcement was followed by a flood of various responses.

"I'm so proud of you!" Uraraka exclaimed, jumping up to hug him.

"Oh, shit, I forgot to act surprised, gimme a second." was met with a surprised "Todoroki!" in response.

"DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON ANYONE?!" Mina squealed, But that wasn't what caught anyone's attention.

Bakugo was the one who caught everyone's attention by sighing out a very loud, "Fucking finally."

Izuku turned to him, frowning slightly, "What do you mean finally Kacchan?" everyone else hummed in agreement, curious.

"Right I wanna know what he meant too because when you said that Bakugo actually looked up from his phone for once," Kirishima added.

"Tch, shut up, I've known him since we were in diapers, he's been so painfully fruity since he was like, five."

"So why do you look like you're about to actually smile for once?" Kaminari questioned him, definitely trying to make Bakugo angry.

"I'm not, Dipshit," Bakugo replied before redirecting his attention to the screen of his phone and kicking Kaminari off of the couch to the floor where his boyfriend was sitting,  "Go fuck mind control boy and leave me alone."

Shinsou, who had joined the class in the second year just smirked, looking at Denki suggestively. Denki, on the other hand, was blushing furiously and hiding behind his hands.

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Bakugo had been letting his emotions show from time to time as he grew more comfortable with his classmates. Allowing himself to show his emotions more and more had also started affecting his own thoughts, which had led to him getting caught staring at Izuku. A lot. The only odd part was that he has stopped looking at him as if he wanted to explode him, but like he wanted to say something that he couldn't quite get the courage for. Sometimes he looked at him like he wanted to apologize, and other times like he wanted to kiss him. But he would never let himself look at Izuku too long, lightly shaking his head and rubbing his eyes each time he caught himself lost in Izuku's eyes while he was talking to someone else or pulling himself out of the trance he had put himself into while staring at his hands, or lips, or arms. He would always look quickly around the room, praying that nobody had seen him. But everyone had.

Iida was trying desperately to get everyone's attention, but he was just talked over every time he tried to speak. He was a little agitated, but his frustration quickly dissipated as he got an idea. Iida had majorly chilled out since their first year, but he was still the one in charge of things for what was now class 3-A. Iida stood on the coffee table in the middle of the room, causing Tsu to look at him questioningly. He cleared his throat and made a mock megaphone with his hands.

"SEX!" he yelled out, instantly quieting the room, almost everyone snapping their heads from their conversations or games to look at him. "Now that I have your attention-"

"You don't have our attention." Bakugo deadpanned, looking at his phone. He had become so much more open in the group, letting emotions other than anger escape him on multiple occasions. He was still kind of an asshole, but an asshole that actually appeared to want to change, although he would never admit that.

Sometimes he still wanted to cause a little bit of a scene though. What was the fun in never being the center of attention?

Iida sighed, trying to quickly think of a reply. He glanced around the room, seeing Izuku had spilled his drink on himself from his sudden outburst, he sat the cup down, pulling the hem of his shirt up. Iida smiled in triumph.

"MIDORIYA IS SHIRTLESS!" he yelled again, causing Bakugo's head to snap up from his phone so quickly he nearly gave himself whiplash. 'smooth' he thought to himself, silently scolding himself for reacting so dramatically. Mina and Kamanari laughed at him from their seats next to him, teasing him like they always did about his little crush.

A few people had teased him about his crush on Izuku before, but never in such a public manner, and definitely not with Izuku in the same room. Kaminari especially loved to shoot a quick "Didn't Izuku look extra hot today?" into the quietness of a dead conversation between the Bakusquad. He asked the same question so many times it was like an automated response for someone to say "I didn't pay that much attention. You should ask Bakugo, he's always staring at Izuku."

Bakugo's face was bright red as he looked at a stunned Izuku, who still held his shirt in one hand and his drink in the other. Izuku brought a hand to his neck and he let out a slightly uncomfortable laugh. He had become a shit ton more confident, but he never wanted to make anyone uncomfortable. "Sorry, I spilled my drink. I can change if I'm making you uncomfortable Iida..." But his voice trailed off into a soft nothingness as he noticed that Iida wasn't even looking at him.

Izuku followed his gaze and noticed Bakugo staring at him, his face red with a hint of shock. For a moment Izuku was scared, before realizing that this expression was different than the one he made when he wanted to kill him, it was one he had only noticed a few times before coming from the taller boy. Izuku knew what that look should mean if it was coming from anyone else, but this was Kacchan. Perhaps his face was just as bad at communicating emotions as his voice was.

"That is not necessary, I have seen you shirtless many times due to training and changing in the locker rooms, I was simply trying to get Bakugo's attention!" Iida gestured toward the flustered Bakugo with a stiff arm.

This explanation only left Izuku more confused. "And you thought yelling about me being shirtless would get Kacchan's attention more than you yelling 'sex'?" Izuku inquired. He glanced around the room, but everyone was avoiding his gaze, staring at their thumbs or the ceiling, some of them almost appeared to be suppressing laughter.

"Shut up dumb nerd. Let's all just listen to what fast boy wants to say so we can move on." Bakugo knew he wouldn't really be listening. Not with Izuku sitting there shirtless, but that didn't matter, he could just ask for a recap from one of his friends.

And so Iida began talking, most of the words lost to Bakugo as he continually lost his focus. Sure, he had seen Izuku shirtless plenty of times before, but always in the heat of battle or during training. He couldn't allow himself to get distracted and make a mistake during those times, He had never allowed himself to actually look at him. In the locker room, Bakugo was never comfortable, keeping his head to the ground as not to look at the sea of half-naked bodies before him. Right now was the first time he had really allowed himself to look at Izuku, and damn he looked good. Bakugo had noticed when Izuku's shirts had become a little tighter around his chest and shoulders during middle school, but he never realized he was this ripped.

"Did you pay attention to a word Iida said?"  Kirishima asked Bakugo after Iida had finished speaking and Izuku disappeared into his room to get a new shirt after getting cold.

"Not one bit," Bakugo responded, eyes glued to the phone above his head, which was now on the armrest of the couch.

Mina let out a soft giggle  "Well, that's just because he was too busy staring at Deku's rock-solid abs," her laughter only grew as Bakugo shot a glare at her. "Oh come on, we all know it's true."

"I honestly hate you extras so much," Bakugo responded, turning off his phone and sitting up.

"Ohhhh, so you aren't denying it this time?" Kaminari's smile brightened as he leaned over his boyfriend to get a better look at Bakugo and wiggle his eyebrows at him suggestively.

Bakugo let out a dramatic sigh and pushed Denki away by his face, "What even is the point anymore? It's obvious that everyone but him can tell."

Mina scooted closer to him on the couch. "Wanna make it so obvious he can't deny it anymore? I mean there's no way he hasn't noticed, he probably just has himself convinced that you could never like him or something because you used to bully him and shit."

One day during the class meetings Bakugo and Izuku had told the class about their old relationship, from when they were toddlers up until the day they saw each other in the same class at UA. The whole class was super angry at Bakugo for a while. It was, after all, not hero-like to bully people. The Bakusquad had been the first people to stop being mad at him, knowing he had changed, most of the rest of the class only chilled out at the next meeting when Izuku had told them all that it wasn't their place to be mad at him and he had long forgiven Bakugo and that he wouldn't be talking to anyone who was being mean to Bakugo.

"First of all, fuck you. Second of all, What do you have in mind?" Honestly, at this point Bakugo was desperate, and the whole Bakusquad could tell.

"You just have to trust us on this one Bakubro," Mina removed herself from the couch and stood in front of the bakusquad (Plus Shinsou) "Ok losers votes for bakudeku plan 1?" Sero was the only one to raise his hand. "Ok, votes for plan 2?" Denki, Shinsou, Kirishima, and Mina all raised their hands. "Plan 2 it is!" Mina squealed and clapped her hands.

"Wait you idiots made multiple plans to-" Bakugo began but quickly shut his mouth as he heard the elevator ding

"Just in time!" Mina walked over to him and drug him into the room "Everyone get over here! We're playing truth or dare!" Mina called out. Nobody protested, they played games all the time. It normally wasn't truth or dare, but it was class bonding day, so the suggestion wasn't nearly as suspicious as it would have been any other day.

Deku moved the table from in front of the couch into the corner of the room since his quirk made it as easy as moving a pebble to him. The class sat together in a circle, a bottle in between them to determine who would be each person's target. Mina started the game.

Mina spun the bottle, patiently watching as it slowed to a stop, pointing directly at Jirou. "Truth or dare?" Mina asked.

"Truth," She responded quickly, not trusting Mina's dares.

"Perfect," Mina clasped her hands in front of her chest, grinning. "What is the most surprising thing that you have overheard about the teachers?"

Jirou thought for a moment before her eyes widened as she remembered something. "I really shouldn't..." She covered her mouth to hold in her own laughter.

"Oh come on, just tell us!" Mina plead, giving Jirou her best puppy-dog eyes.

Jirou mumbled something that only Denki seemed to be able to hear. He instantly started laughing, wiping tears from his eyes. "Are you serious?!" he laughed, falling back and clutching his stomach.

"What? What was it we couldn't hear you!?" Uraraka asked, suddenly interested after Kaminari's louder-than-usual outburst.

"I heard Present Mic call Mr. Aizawa kitten." She smiled a little and bit her lip trying to contain herself while the rest of the class either laughed in response or just sat there shocked.

"And Aizawa didn't like, kill him?" Kirishima questioned, surprised that Present Mic had gotten away with calling Aizawa something like that.

"No, he uh... called him 'love' and then I stopped listening because what the actual fuck, ya know?" She paused for a moment, waiting for the laughter to die down before spinning the bottle. It stopped on Tokoyami. "truth or dare?"

"Truth," He responded dryly from his spot leaning against the couch.

"What is your biggest fear Mr. darkness?" Jirou giggled, expecting him to use his one pass.

Tokoyami responded instantly, not even pausing to think for a second. "Dark Shadow accidentally murdering one of my loved ones because I lost control of my emotions in the dark." 

The room was nearly silent, the only noise being the quiet sound of the bottle that Tokoyami had spun, not allowing anyone to respond to his answer before redirecting everyone's attention back to the game.

the game went on for a few more rounds before someone from the Bakusquad landed on Izuku. "Truth or dare Izuku?" Denki asked.

"Dare," Deku responded like he always did, likely because he still felt the need to prove himself. The Bakusquad all shared a triumphant look, He never backed out of a dare unless it made someone else uncomfortable, and Bakugo would simply never back out of a dare.

"I dare you to spend the next 30 minutes alone in the supply closet with Bakugo." everyone knew the supply closet was nearly empty but barely big enough to fit two people inside.

Izuku's face paled as he looked at Denki in shock. " 30 MINUTES?! Are you trying to get me killed?!" Denki shook his head with a stupid smile. "Whatever," he turned to Bakugo, "Kacchan we don't have to if you don't want-"

"You think I'm too chicken to do a little dare Deku?" Bakugo cut him off before he could finish offering to not do the dare for his sake. He knew this was part of their stupid plan, possibly even the whole plan, just giving him time alone with Izuku in a place so small he couldn't really stop himself from confessing.

"No, no I just-." He was cut off by Bakugo again.

"It's fine nerd, let's just go." Bakugo stood up grabbed his wrist and lightly lead him over to the closet, and opened the door, waiting for Izuku to walk in before shutting it behind them. Izuku reached his hand up to turn on the light before feeling Bakugo grab his wrist again to stop him. "Don't turn it on."

"Oh, uh... ok," Izuku said. He didn't want to upset him, but he was close enough with him now to not be completely terrified of questioning him. "Why not though? It's dark in here." He quickly added and waited patiently for an answer.

After a moment Bakugo spoke again, "You're just really close, stupid nerd, it would hurt to try to focus my eyes on you with you standing this close," Bakugo's voice wavered a bit in his lie, not because of the lie, but because of how close his childhood best friend was standing. He didn't care about hurting his eyes, he just knew that Izuku was too close to him to stop himself from kissing him the moment he could actually see him.

"Are you ok? Your breathing sounds a little weird, also your hand is sweating like a lot, are you scared of the dark now?" Izuku had known everything about Bakugo his entire life, he didn't know if it was even possible for Bakugo to be scared of something so simple.

Bakugo let go of Izuku's wrist, he hadn't even realized he was still holding it in his panic over the other boy's closeness. "Tch! No, I'm not scared of the dark shitty nerd, my hands are always sweaty. "

"I know that but they're more sweaty than normal so I just wasn't sure..." Izuku's speech trailed off for a moment "Kacchan?"

Bakugo let out a small breath before answering. "What Deku?"

Izuku hesitated for a moment. "It's just... It's really dark in here and uh... do you remember that one villain that-"

Bakugo's eyes widened in remembrance, how could he forget? Two of the Villains that the class had fought had targeted Izuku. One of them had looked at him and made him unable to move and they kidnapped him. The other had a quirk that took away your vision as long as they wanted. They had tortured Izuku for almost a week before he was found. Izuku hadn't cared about the dark as long as there was at least a little light, just something to remind him that he could still see and that he wasn't trapped anymore.

Bakugo turned on the light the moment he realized his mistake, Bringing a hand to Izuku's face to inspect him, forcing his eyes up to his own. "Oh shit, are you ok? I wasn't even thinking, I'm so sorry I-" The rare moment of Bakugo being the one rambling was cut off by Izuku grabbing the hand that Bakugo had planted on his face, forgetting for a moment about the fact that Izuku's body was only a few inches away from his own.

"Bakugo it's fine. I could hear your voice like the whole time so it was fine. I feel safe with you." and it was the truth. He knew Bakugo was easily angered and they still fought, but it was a mutual agreement that they could fight each other to let off steam, neither of them ever actually hurt the other, and Izuku never held it against him if Bakugo didn't even ask before he just started trying to fight him. And Bakugo always gave Izuku a gift as an apology or he would invite him into his room to study or watch a movie.

He never actually said sorry, but it was always enough for Izuku, except the day he let out a hurried "I'm sorry I told you to jump off the roof" while they were studying one day. But also... "Kacchan," Izuku's eyes widened in realization "Did you just apologize to me?" Izuku smiled a little in appreciation.

Bakugo lightly pulled his hand away and blushed a little, silently cursing himself for having such a traitor of a face. "Don't make it fucking weird I just," his eyes drifted to the ceiling as he let out a sigh "I just know what it's like for something that happened with a villain to..."

"Traumatize you?" Izuku offered quietly.

Bakugo's eyes met his again. "Yeah I guess so." he said, rubbing at his neck lightly "Sometimes just the collar of my fucking shirt touching my neck makes me... panic out of nowhere. It's so fucking annoying, it happens less now but.."

"I know," it was Izuku's turn to grab Bakugo's wrist. He pulled the hand that Bakugo had been using to rub his neck down to his side "I've noticed that on your worst days you're usually wearing something that touches your neck." Izuku blushed lightly, but it was written off by Bakugo as Izuku perhaps, just being with the body heat of another person so close to him.

"You know, if you were anyone else, I would consider you a stalker with how much you know about me," Bakugo tapped Izuku's chest a few times with his index finger to get his point across.

Izuku simply raised an eyebrow at the taller boy and smirked. "You're kidding, right? we've known each other since we were in diapers, I'm going to know more about you than like anyone else."

"I was literally bullying you for 10 years out of that time. Why you continued to try to be my friend and shit for so long is something I'll never understand." Bakugo ran a hand through his hair, a tell he had developed at some point that showed he regretted doing whatever he was talking about.

Izuku looked at him quizzically, "I admired you, I always have," Izuku knew that the intensity of his... let's be honest... obsession with wanting to be Bakugo's friend was more than his admiration of him, but it was definitely a big part of it. "You were the perfect image of victory in my mind, and the only person I had really ever considered my friend before coming to UA. Of course, I was super adamant about being your friend again, who wouldn't be when they see a person like that?"

"Someone who had been told by that same person to jump off the roof of a building? Just for starters." Bakugo shot back harshly, but the look in Izuku's eyes was one of disbelief and sadness, not for his own sake, but Bakugo's.

Izuku pulled him into a hug. Normally this would have resulted in an angered, or at least surprised, reaction from Bakugo, but a moment like this, so... intimate and honest between the two of them forced him into accepting the hug. He nearly melted into it, his face heating up from hugging his crush, from touching him in such a way that didn't involve violence or feigned indifference.

Izuku began to speak, the words soft against Bakugo's ear "I've already told you, and I will continue to tell you until the end of time if I need to. I have forgiven you. Stop beating yourself up over it. Yeah, it was a shitty thing to say, yeah it hurt, but I don't care. I'm ok now. I don't hate you for anything you have ever said or done to me because I know you're trying. I can see you changing and that's all I need." They stayed there for a moment as Bakugo let a few tears escape his rarely used tear ducts before he wiped them away and Izuku pulled out of the hug but slid his hands forward to leave them lingering on Bakugo's stomach.

He looked at Izuku quizzically while Izuku stared into his eyes. Bakugo made no move to remove his hands but stuffed his own into his pocket. To the two of them it felt like time stopped, or simply stretched on forever and they stood there, losing themselves in each other's eyes.

Izuku's eyes had always been so pretty to Bakugo.

And his hair.

And his lips.

And his hands.

And fuck, Bakugo was so gay for Izuku Midoriya.

Both of them could feel their heart eats quicken slightly at the unwavering gaze of the other. Izuku was the first to disrupt the silence.

"Kacchan, what's my favorite color?" Izuku asked, tilting his head slightly to the side, still not breaking eye contact.

Bakugo's answer was immediate. "Everyone thinks it's green, but it's red."

Izuku grinned and quickly shot out another question "My favorite food?"

"Fucking chicken nuggets. What kind of a question even is that?" Bakugo's eyes quickly drifted down to Izuku's hands, still resting on his own stomach and back up to his eyes. He needed to get his hands off of him, but he really didn't want to.

"My favorite song?" Izuku's eyes drifted down to Bakugo's lips and back up to his eyes. Bakugo swallowed and tilted his head up to look at the ceiling.

"That stupid old song you found a few months ago. The king or some shit." Bakugo responded, eyes still glued to the ceiling.

"My favorite Ice cream flavor?" Izuku's hands shifted to a, just slightly, lower position against the fabric of Bakugo's shirt. Was Deku doing this on purpose? He was always holding hands with his friends and shit, physical touch was his love language and that boy always appeared touch starved. Surely that was the only reason he hadn't pulled his hand away, right? He looked away from the ceiling, studying Izuku.

"Vanilla, you basic bitch. What is this about?" his smile widened at Bakugo's answer.

"You said if I were anyone else you would consider me a stalker, but I bet you know just as much about me as I do about you, even though you ignored me for years, so who's the stalker now? You just got all of those questions right with no hesitation." Izuku grinned, a hint of mischief in his eyes as he teased the taller boy. "So what's your excuse blondie? You have mine."

This was his chance.

"I'll give you three guesses," Bakugo replied, grinning to cover his nerves, his hands tightly clenched into fists in his pocket.

Izuku removed a hand from Bakugo's stomach to rest near his mouth, tapping his lower lip in concentration. "Well, I could assume that you're secretly just scared of admitting that you want to be my friend again, But the brave Kacchan would never be scared of something so simple." Izuku tapped at his bottom lip again for a moment before speaking again. "Ohh you could be secretly planning on gaining my trust to kill me." Izuku laughed at the expression of half shock, half confusion on Bakugo's face.

"But if I really had to guess," Izuku Bagan, placing his hand back on Bakugo's chest and slowly moving both hands upward. "with all the blushing,"

He trailed his hands back down, barely touching Bakugo at all. "and the staring,"

Izuku's hands crept to the hem of Bakugo's shirt, and moved underneath, fingertips touching bare skin as Bakugo let out a small gasp of shock at the contact "and the way you aren't pulling away from me touching you right now,"

Izuku removed one hand from the blond's stomach and raised it to Bakugo's head, sliding it into his hair. "I would say that you just want to do this." Izuku pulled his head down to him, leaving their lips barely a centimeter apart. He hesitated for a moment, giving Bakugo enough time to say no or pull away before leaning slightly forward and connecting their lips.

Bakugo pulled his hands out of his pockets and planted them firmly on Izuku's hips. Izuku's hands roamed the skin of Bakugo's torso from beneath his shirt, and the other played with his hair. Bakugo parted his lips slightly, sliding his tongue along Izuku's bottom lip, asking for entrance. He could feel Izuku smile slightly as he denied him his request. One of Bakugo's hands shifted position, finding its way to Izuku's ass and squeezing, causing Izuku to let out a small moan, parting his lips enough for Bakugo's tongue to slip inside Izuku's mouth, exploring a little before going back where it belonged.

Izuku pulled back for a moment, staring at Bakguo as he held the hem of the taller boy's shirt, lifting it slightly. "May I?" He asked, searching Bakugo's eyes for a response. Bakugo rapidly nodded his head and leaned back down to quickly kiss him again before assisting Izuku in removing his shirt. Bakugo's hands cupped Izuku's face, the kiss growing deeper and more passionate. Bakugo bit Izuku's lip, grinning proudly at the soft moan the smaller boy let out.

Bakugo pulled his hands away from Izuku's face, and down to the hem of Izuku's shirt, He pulled out of the kiss. "Are you comfortable with this?" he asked.

Before he could even finish speaking, Izuku was already nodding his head and whispering out a soft "yes," and already assisting in removing his own shirt. Bakugo leaned back down and planted a firm kiss on Izuku's mouth before leaving a trail of kisses down Izuku's neck and chest. He made his way back up to his neck, sucking lightly in different areas before hearing Izuku finally gasp sharply when he reached the sweet spot on his neck, too high for a hickey to be hidden by the collar of a shirt.

"Fuck, Kacchan," Izuku moaned out softly as Bakugo continued to suck on and kiss his sweet spot.

Bakugo grinned and pulled back from Izuku's neck. "Such foul language from you Deku, I expected better." He leaned forward and began kissing at his neck again, trailing down his chest and stomach until he was just below Izuku's belly button, dangerously close to Izuku's dick.

"Shit, Kacchan" Izuku panted out as he curled his hands in Bakugo's hair, lightly pulling as his own head tilted back. Bakugo stayed there, licking and sucking and kissing at the sensitive skin, running a finger along the band of Izuku's underwear, which was barely visible over his jeans. "Fuck, please, Kacchan." Izuku plead quietly, biting one of his wrists in an attempt to keep himself quiet, but Bakugo simply stood up, planting one hand on his jaw and another lightly on Izuku's throat, who whimpered in response.

Bakugo leaned down to Izuku's ear and whispered "I never knew you were such a slut Deku, begging me to suck your dick in this closet with all our classmates outside? Do you have no shame?"

Izuku was about to answer but was cut off by Bakugo sucking on his sweet spot again. His body shuddered in delight as Bakugo abused the sensitive skin on his neck. "Fuck, I love you Kacchan."

Bakugo moved up to kiss him and then leaned his forehead against Izuku's "I love you too Deku, I've wanted to tell you that for years now." Izuku pulled him back into the kiss, pushing Bakugo against the wall, more hungry and desperate than before, but somehow also more passionate and caring.

Izuku kissed along his jaw and lightly rubbed a finger against a spot on Bakugo's neck and whispered "Is this ok?" Bakugo nodded and tilted his head to the side, but he pulled both of Izuku's hands down to his hips to signal that he didn't want Izuku's hands on his neck. Izuku kissed along his neck, letting his hands roam Bakugo's chest, waist, and stomach, snapping the band of his underwear, but quickly moving his hand back up to roam again.

"Good Fucking god Deku," Bakugo gasped as Izuku found his sweet spot and lightly nipped at it, before going back to sucking on it.

The moment was cut short by Kaminari flinging the door open, exposing the two to the view of everyone. Kaminari looked at them stunned and stuttered out "Uh you... you- your 30 minutes is up." before bursting out in laughter at the stunned look on their faces as Izuku attempted to gather the discarded clothing. "Good job Bakubro, I didn't think you would do it."

Without looking at anyone else, Bakugo grabbed Izuku's hand and pulled him over to the elevator.

"ARE THOSE HICKEYS!?!" Mina screamed as the two boys walked past her, attempting to ignore the stares of their classmates. "WAIT, NO! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING!?"

Bakugo looked at Mina before tilting Izuku's head up towards him and kissing him as they stepped into the elevator. He turned back to the room, now filled with questions being thrown at him. "I'm gonna go fuck my new boyfriend." He said, just before the elevator doors closed.