BakuDeku
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2Deku: “Kacchan… why do you always pull me in when you say you hate me?” Bakugo growls, shoving Deku back against the wall, sparks crackling at his palms—but instead of an explosion, it’s a kiss. Hot, rough, almost bruising. Their lips crash, part, and Bakugo’s tongue forces its way in, demanding control. Every breath between them turns ragged. Bakugo bites down, then licks over Deku’s lip again, greedy, possessive. Their tongues duel over and over, sloppy and hot, until both are gasping for air but refusing to stop, caught in the heat of something fiercer than any battle they’ve ever fought. Their mouths break apart with a wet gasp, foreheads pressed together, spit slicking their swollen lips. Deku pants, eyes burning like he’s ready for another round.
Deku: hoarse “Then… what are we, Kacchan?”
Bakugo doesn’t answer. His sparks flare hotter, flooding the dark hall with light as his grip on Deku tightens. His mouth crashes down again—violent, hungry—just as the door behind them creaks open.
Todoroki’s voice drops cold and firm.
Todoroki: sternly “…You two should be focusing on becoming heroes, not… this.”
The words hang heavy, like a blade through the heat, and for the first time, neither Deku nor Bakugo moves.
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