𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔱𝔴𝔬

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Midoriya POV

I've been dating Kacchan for almost a month now, but every day I wake up with the thought fresh in my mind, leaving me with a smile that lasts all day.

The weather has turned cooler, and golden leaves fall from the trees and litter the ground. They crunch under my crimson shoes whenever I walk outside.

I wrap my scarf around my neck tighter as I walk out of the heated comfort of the U.A. classroom and out into the cool afternoon air that Friday after school.

"Hey, wait up!"

I turn around to see Ochaco running over to me with Tokoyami trailing behind. "We have the best idea ever!" she exclaims.

"What is it?"

"Halloween is in twenty-one days," Tokoyami states.

"So," Ochaco takes over, unable to contain her excitement. "We thought we'd pitch the idea to Aizawa-sensei of having a school dance on Halloween night!"

"Oh, that sounds like fun!" I enthuse.

"It was Tokoyami's idea, of course!" Ochaco says. "I already told Iida and he's on board for it."

"If he has agreed, then Aizawa-sensei will certainly let us," Tokoyami suggests.

"That's what I thought!" she agrees. "I'm going to go ask him right now!"

"Won't he have left already?" I ask. "I thought he usually leaves as soon as possible."

"Actually, he stays and gives Shinso-kun some extra credit training, I think!"

"Oh! Okay! Do you want me to come with you guys?"

"Yes," Tokoyami says.

"Alright. I'll just let Kacchan know; we were going to hang out today." I pull out my phone to text him.

"Aww, you two are the cutest!" Ochaco gushes. "It won't take long, so you can still hang out after!"

"Okay, thanks."

We told the class the news two weeks ago, and they've all been quite supportive — except Mineta, who made a few homophobic comments. But Tsuyu fixed that up with a couple of sharp tongue slaps.

We haven't told our parents yet. I'm ready to tell my mother, but Kacchan isn't, and I know my mother will tell Mitsuki, so I'm keeping quiet for his sake.

The three of us walk to the U.A. outdoor gymnasium and find Aizawa demonstrating his complicated capture scarf to Shinso.

"Hi, Shinso-kun!" Ochaco waves. "Can we steal Aizawa-sensei for a minute?"

He nods.

"Keep trying with the scarf, Shinso," Aizawa instructs, then walks over to us. "What did Kaminari and Mina do this time?" he sighs.

"Nothing," I reassure him. "We actually wanted to run an idea by you."

"Okay, shoot."

Tokoyami speaks up, "I thought that it would be entertaining for U.A. to have a school dance on Halloween night. All the classes, getting to bond."

"We'll get to wear costumes!" Ochaco pipes up. "And I told Iida-kun the idea; he's totally in for it!"

Aizawa mulls it over. "All the classes?"

We nod unanimously.

"This could be chaotic," he says tiredly.

"We'll keep it under control, Sensei!" Ochaco promises.

"Fine."

"Yes!" Ochaco jumps in the air and gives me and Tokoyami a high five.

"No alcohol, no drugs," he lists. "And no satanic rituals. That includes ouija boards, Tokoyami."

Tokoyami looks away sheepishly. "Yes, sensei," he agrees meekly.

"Alright, fine. The indoor gymnasium is free that night. You'll have to make posters, though."

"Okay! Thank you!"

"Now shoo," he waves us away.

We leave. "I'm so glad he said yes!" Ochaco squeals.

"I am, too," Tokoyami says. "I'm looking forward to designing my costume."

"Ooh! Maybe I should go as All Might!" I have gone as him every year since I was three, but still...

"No, that's predictable! You should go as something sexy so Bakugo-kun likes it," Ochaco tells me.

"S-sexy?" I cover my face with my hands. "N-no... that's not..."

"You should see your face!" Ochaco laughs. "I'm kidding!"

"Ha... ha..." I manage to recover. "Okay, I'm going to hang out with Kacchan now! I'll help out with the posters over the weekend!"

"Sure! Tomorrow?"

I mentally check my schedule — yes, Saturday is free. "Yep!"

"See you then!"

"Bye, Ochaco! Bye, Tokoyami-kun!"

Bakugo POV

God, what's taking him so fucking long?

I'm sitting on the ground out the front of the school's gates, waiting for Deku to finish talking to Aizawa about something.

"Hi! Thanks for waiting."

I look up to see him standing over me. "You're done. Great."

"Yeah."

"Lets go to my place," I say.

"I thought you didn't want your parents to know about us yet?" he asks.

"They left today on a weekend trip. Something for work, apparently, but I think they just want to rekindle their love." We begin walking to the train station.

He pulls a face.

"Yeah, my thoughts exactly. I better not end up with a little sibling."

"The world couldn't handle any more Bakugo's," he teases.

"Hey, nerd, watch who you're talking to," I knock the top of his head with the back of my knuckles.

He laughs lightly as we board the train. It's pretty crowded at this time of day, so we stand up, gripping the pole to avoid falling.

Wee get off the station and walk to my house. I unlock the front door and walk in with Deku following behind.

"Do you want to eat anything?" I check.

"No, I'm good, thanks."

"Okay." I start up the stairs.

"Where are you going?"

"My room, where the fuck else?"

"Oh, right. I'll just wait down here..."

"No, come up."

"Um... okay." He follows me up the stairs and into my bedroom. Inside, he looks around with wide eyes. "Haven't been here for a while," he chuckles.

"Yeah, like ten years or some shit."

He glances at my hero figurines, smiling. "Remember we used to watch All Might videos together when we were five?"

"Yeah, you wouldn't stop re-watching them." I tease. "I think you broke the damn play button on Youtube."

"As if! You watched them with me willingly, if I remember correctly."

"I just couldn't say no to your stupid face," I joke.

"Sure."

"Are you mocking me?"

"Never," he says insincerely.

"You better fucking not be," I pretend to punch his arm.

Quick as lightning, he grabs my arm and pushes me off to the side. "Right hook, remember?" he grins.

"All those years of nerdy notebooks finally payed off," I comment snidely.

"And you mocked me for— eep!" he squeals as I grab his shoulder and push him down onto my bed. "Hey, that was a dirty move!" he protests, sitting up on the mattress.

I sit down on the bed next to him. "Couldn't have you talking shit."

"So you decided to shut me up?"

"Yep," I smirk.

"Th-that's not fair," his voice drops to an undertone.

"I'll have to shut you up again if you keep talking," I murmur.

"H-how?" he whispers.

In response, I kiss him passionately. Sliding my tongue past his supple lips, I make sure my piercing touches his tongue.

He moans softly and it completely turns me on. One hand tangled in his emerald hair, I use the other one to pull him onto my lap.

Trailing away from his lips, I start kissing his neck, a bit roughly, leaving red patches that will turn to dark purple hickeys later on. He makes soft whimpering noises and knots both his hands into my hair tightly.

I manoeuvre, a little awkwardly, laying him on his back on the bed so I'm standing between his legs. In one swift move, I've whipped off my blazer and shirt. I hold my self up with my hands on either side of him and kiss him again.

Deku lifts a tentative hand up to my chest and runs his fingers over my stomach, tracing the lines of my abs that I've worked so hard to get. The touch sends shivers all the way to my bones, resonating like a symphony.

Without breaking the kissing, I unbutton his blazer. His uniform shirt poses more of a problem, though. "Damn buttons," I mutter.

I manage to get it off, and begin making my way down his chest, sucking and biting. He reaches his hand up but I pin both his wrists down on either side of him.

"K-kacchan!" he gasps.

I'm really getting into it now. I start to unbuckle his belt when he calls my name again.

"K-kacchan..." he's breathless "S-stop..."

Stop? I look up. "What?"

"I'm not..." He pushes himself up onto his elbows. "I'm not ready to have sex with you..."

I feel like such a fucking asshole. "Deku," I say quietly as I straighten up. "I didn't want to push you into anything you weren't ready for. I'm sorry." I mean it sincerely.

"It's just... we're only fifteen..." he whispers, not meeting my eyes.

I sit next to him on the bed in a completely un-suggestive way. "Hey, hey," I murmur, "It's alright."

He looks up at me. His eyes seem sad. "Sorry..."

"No, I'm sorry."

He glances away.

"Hey, look at me," I say quietly.

"I can't..." he whispers.

"What? Why not?"

"B-because," he hiccups a laugh. "I might not be able to stop myself."

I chuckle softly. "We can wait until you're ready."

"Thank you," he murmurs.

I pull him into a hug, and even though we're half undressed, my intentions are pure as we nestle under the tangled sheets together. We sleep together, in the most innocent and literal sense.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I feel him stir against me. In a half-asleep daze, I murmur, "Love you, nerd..."

I drift back to sleep and barely hear as he whispers, "...love you, too, Kacchan."