A Mile In Your Shoes - Chapter 5 [FINAL]

Midoriya's foot was tapping incessantly beneath the table, and even though he could feel Bakugou's eyes drilling into him, he couldn't make it stop. They hadn't spoken all morning – he'd rushed out the door as soon as his face was washed (and moisturised, he was proud to say!) with the excuse of picking up coffee, he'd even gotten one without the cream so that Bakugou couldn't yell at him for it.

It was white chocolate and caramel flavoured this time, but Bakugou didn't need to know that.

When the bell rang for lunch, he ran out of the room like his life depended on it. By the time Bakugou's friends caught up, he was sitting at their usual lunch table, eyes locked on his full tray of food.

“Everything okay, Blasty?” Ashido asked, dropping into the chair beside him. “Were you holding in a mean piss?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, frowning a little as he toyed with his food. “I'm fine.”

As much as he loved Bakugou's friends, he missed his own. He missed all the little hugs from Uraraka and Asui, missed the calm and logical advice Iida constantly spouted, missed Todoroki's little comments that were somehow hilarious, even when he didn't mean them to be. He wished he could just sit and talk to them, tell them everything that had been going on, every stupid thing he'd done and how Bakugou was going to hate him for the rest of his life.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Kirishima asked quietly. “You can, you know. You're allowed.”

“We'll keep our mouths shut,” Kaminari added knowingly. “Seriously man, something's been eating at you and we know it. Talk it out, I promise I won't tease.”

“We'll never mention it again,” Sero agreed. “Even just a hint would be great.”

He glanced over at his own table, where Bakugou was quietly fuming, but still doing his damnedest to put up with them – even Todoroki, inexplicably.

“Is that what it's about?” Ashido nudged him, smiling wryly. “Again?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Is it about your Deku again?”

Midoriya pulled a face, confused by the little smirk on her lips, but conceded a slight nod.

“I did something really stupid,” he explained. “And, uh, he's gonna hate me now. Like, forever.”

“Midoriya is?” Kaminari snorted. “Dude, he could never hate his Kacchaaaan~”

“Shut up,” Midoriya blushed, returning to his food in a hurry. “Forget it, never mind.”

“Aww, Blasty, don't be like that!”

“Nope, I'm done, it's over. Forget I ever spoke.”

The moment his eyes returned to his tray, though he couldn't see it, a familiar pair of emeralds darted up to look at him. He'd been trying all day to come up with something to say, but every time he tried to plan out a sentence it came out too aggressive. He'd settled for being silent instead, which hadn't been too difficult with the damn nerd avoiding him like the plague.

“Did something happen last night?” Todoroki asked, following his gaze.

“Huh? like what?”

“I don't know. You seemed normal yesterday, then you went training together, and today you're both acting weird with each other.”

It took all his willpower to bite back snarky words, conceding a little nod instead.

“Did you finally tell him?” Uraraka asked gleefully.

“Hah? Tell him what?” Bakugou frowned, catching himself too late to stop it. “No, we... Things got awkward, I guess. I went to ask him about something after training and he was... Forget it.”

Of all people, it was Iida who understood.

“He's a teenager, Midoriya! Are you telling me you don't do it?”

“Of course I do!” he snapped, “but that doesn't mean it's not weird to walk in on it.”

Finally the others came to understand, eyes growing wide and little giggles stifled behind hands.

“Was he calling your name?” Todoroki asked bluntly. “Like 'ohhh, Dekuuuuu' or something?”

“NO.”

“Huh. Interesting.”

“Why the hell would he?” Bakugou scowled, sighing when he saw the shocked faces. “Sorry, I didn't sleep well.”

“It's okay, Deku!” Uraraka assured him, patting his shoulder lightly. “Have you considered that maybe you should just tell him you like him? I mean, isn't it better to know? He's mature enough to not be mean about it, even Bakugou knows that you can't control your feelings!”

“He would never feel the same, he's out of my league.”

“You're the sweetest and nicest guy I know! And cute, too! Why wouldn't he like you?”

Yeah, exactly.

“Besides,” Uraraka continued. “Even if he doesn't feel the same, does it really matter? It's not like he's gonna be mad at you, right? Even Bakugou isn't gonna be mad at someone for thinking he's amazing!”

He hated to admit it, but she had him there.

“I'll think about it,” he said finally. “Um, thanks.”

“No problem! Let me know when you want to tell him, we'll plan something super special! Like, confetti cannons and balloons! Or fireworks, spelling out 'be mine, Kacchan!' or-”

“I thought we wanted Bakugou to reciprocate,” Todoroki said flatly. “Not be embarrassed and flustered.”

Even the halfie knew him that well, was he really so damn two-dimensional?

“Okay, no fireworks,” Uraraka pouted. “How about flowers?!”

“I sincerely doubt that Bakugou likes flowers,” Iida pointed out, making Bakugou frown again. “Maybe-”

“K-Kacchan likes flowers,” he cut in stubbornly. “He's not gonna gush over them and cry or some sh- something, but it's still nice.”

“Aww, it's so cute that you know that!” Uraraka fawned. “Get him flowers, then!”

The bell rang, saving Bakugou from his torment, and as he stood up to throw away his trash, Todoroki spoke up a little louder.

“Midoriya, can you wait for me?” he asked, making Bakugou cringe. “Just for a minute.”

“Uh... Yeah, sure.”

He hung back as the other students disappeared to their classes, waiting for the room to clear out before they started a slow pace toward the changing rooms.

“You're not him, are you?”

“W-What?”

“It's fine, Bakugou, I won't rat you out. You met that villain Aizawa told us about?”

Bakugou hesitated, then conceded a nod, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah. It was an accident, we weren't doing anything stupid. But no one would believe that, not from us.”

“No, they wouldn't.”

“Am I doing such a shitty job of acting?”

“No,” Todoroki shook his head, and Bakugou raised an eyebrow at him. “You've been doing really well, actually, to be honest. There were just one or two comments that didn't quite add up. How long has it been?”

“A few days. We were on our way back from our parents' places when we ran into him.”

“Oh, wow. I didn't know it was that long,” Todoroki seemed genuinely surprised, and a little impressed. “How do you fix it?”

“It'll wear off itself. We don't know when, but they said no longer than a week.”

“Alright. Well, I guess let me know if you need anything,” he paused, contemplating. “Although you're Bakugou so you won't, I guess I should tell Midoriya instead. Which will be like telling Bakugou. This is weird.”

“You're telling me. Shitty-hair knows too, so we've, um, had some support I guess.”

As they reached the changing rooms and Bakugou gripped the handle, he felt Todoroki halt him, fingers wrapped around his thick wrist.

“You really do like him, though, don't you?”

“That's none of your business.”

“He likes you, as well,” he said bluntly, making Bakugou's eyes widen. “I don't think he'll be mad at me for telling you, not if you like him too.”

“Why would he like me? I'm an asshole.”

“Yeah, but you're also his Kacchan and that apparently balances out any assholery.”

Bakugou snorted, but he couldn't keep away the flush that spread across his cheeks as he ducked his head.

“Tell him.”

“I will, when things are back to normal. He's avoiding me right now.”

“Why?”

“I caught him jerking off in my body.”

“...oh.”

“In front of a mirror.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, um, good luck with that.” Todoroki mumbled, his face surprisingly pink. “Uh, have fun, I guess?”

“Th-thanks, half and- um, Todoroki. I, um, appreciate the help.”

“Any time, Bakugou.”

─────

The deal was sealed the moment Midoriya hit the ground, with that same wide-eyed look on his face when Bakugou pinned him down. Bakugou recognised that face, recognised the dusting of pink in his cheeks and ears, the big, dark pupils against sharp red irises. He knew his own face, he was stupid to not notice it earlier.

“Stop avoiding me,” he growled in Midoriya's ear, leaning in close. “Wait for me in my room after class.”

“B-But-”

“I don't give a shit about what I saw. I've been fuckin' doing it too, alright?”

Finally Midoriya nodded, lost for words, and Bakugou climbed off him, brushing dust off his green jumpsuit. It took a minute for Midoriya to find the presence of mind to stand up, staring as his friend walked away without looking back.

Thank God their classmates were distracted, or his boner would be stupidly obvious.

He hurried back to the dorms the moment they were dismissed, wondering if he should shower or at least change his clothes, but then the door was opening and Bakugou stood there in all his beaten up glory, running fingers through short green hair that did, admittedly, look pretty good on his face.

“You did it too,” Midoriya mumbled, when Bakugou didn't speak.

“Yeah,” he nodded, balling his hands into fists and looking away stubbornly. “I do it a lot, and always thinking about you.”

“W-What?”

“I like you, nerd. I thought that was kind of obvious but I guess you're as oblivious as ever. Do you like me? As more than a friend, I mean.”

“Yeah! I do!” Midoriya jumped up, red eyes wide and shining. “Do you really?!”

“I do.”

Midoriya threw his arms around Bakugou's neck, squeezing him tight, and Bakugou couldn't quite hold back a little smile of his own. He let his eyes fall closed, savouring the moment, as he leaned his head on Midoriya's shoulder.

“Don't let go,” he said sternly, when Midoriya's grip began to loosen. “Shut up, don't say it, just... Don't let go yet.”

Midoriya giggled, but obediently kept his mouth shut, hugging a little tighter.

“Just say when, Kacchan,” he whispered after a moment. “I'll stay as long as you want.”

Bakugou kicked the door closed behind himself, freeing one hand for a moment to lock it, and dragged Midoriya over to the bed. They fell in a heavy heap, since Bakugou still refused to let go, but Midoriya just giggled again. It was starting to sound less out of place, even coming from Bakugou's body, and in that moment he didn't mind letting it happen.

“Do you want to... Um...”

Bakugou trailed off, but Midoriya was already giggling again.

“Yeah!”

“You sure?”

“It's not like I've never seen my own body naked,” he teased, slipping a hand up to unzip Bakugou's jumpsuit. “You wanna do this too?”

“Hell yeah.”

Stripping each other was surprisingly easy, with their intimate knowledge of the outfits, and soon they were laid bare, side by side, flushed pink as they finally locked eyes.

“Wanna kiss, first?” Bakugou asked, getting a nod before he'd even finished the sentence. “Okay, hold still, I'm gonna...”

He leaned in, pulling a face as he contemplated, tilting his head a little to slot them together. The kiss was short and chaste, just a little peck on the soft lips, and Midoriya giggled again when they parted.

“You're so cute!” he fawned, looping an arm around Bakugou's neck to keep him close. “What a perfect first kiss!”

“Yeah?” Bakugou asked awkwardly.

“Yeah!”

His face was glowing red-hot, and for a moment he wondered how the hell Midoriya put up with it. The nerd blushed constantly, it was no wonder he always tried to cover his face when it happened.

“Second kiss?” Midoriya prompted.

“Yeah.”

It lasted a little longer this time, Midoriya's tongue darting out to taste Bakugou's lips, and slowly, nervously, Bakugou parted to let him in. He explored the warm mouth, letting Bakugou's tongue mingle with his own, but for some dumb reason all he could think about was toothbrushes.

“What are you giggling for?” Bakugou grumbled, when their lips parted again.

“I was worried about using my own toothbrush,” Midoriya explained, giggling a little harder. “And now my tongue is in your mouth.”

“Shut up, it sounds gross when you say it like that!”

“Kacchan, I'm about to stick your dick in my mouth and you're complaining about tongues?”

“Y-You are?”

“Uh-huh!” he grinned, but Bakugou's face made it look strangely menacing. “Hold still, okay?”

He crawled down the bed, licking a long stripe up the shaft and making Bakugou moan. On one hand it felt weird to be licking a penis he was so intimately familiar with, but on the other, it felt somehow less embarrassing. He knew it like the back of his hand, knew exactly which spots to run his tongue over especially firmly, and how to swirl his tongue around the tip like he usually did with his thumb. He smirked a little when Bakugou moaned again, taking the head into his mouth and sucking, but then scarred fingers were twisting into his hair and suddenly he was rock hard.

A long, loud moan burst from him, even around the swollen cock, and Bakugou snorted at him.

“I know that damn body,” he explained breathlessly. “I know how to make you cum in thirty seconds flat.”

“Kacchan likes having his hair pulled?” Midoriya asked, taking another little lick of salty pre-cum. “I'll write it down later.”

His hands trailed up Bakugou's stomach, thumbs rubbing over his nipples. They stood up in firm little nubs, and Midoriya smiled as he pinched and rolled them between his fingers.

“Fuck!” Bakugou hissed. “Fucking- don't stop, oh my god.”

“I know, too,” Midoriya grinned. “Can we fuck, Kacchan?”

“Fucking yeah, obviously,” he moaned, arching back as Midoriya's hands continued to play with his chest. “You got lube?”

“This is your room, Kacchan!”

“Oh, yeah, fuck.”

Midoriya released him from his torment to roll over, digging through his bedside drawers until he unearthed a little plastic bottle. He coated his fingers and reached between Midoriya's legs, surprised when he felt the muscles tense up.

“M-Me?” he asked awkwardly. “I thought you were gonna bottom!”

“Haah?! I'm not a fucking bottom. Roll over, you little shit.”

“B-But it's your ass, Kacchan! I thought-”

“Don't fuckin' make excuses, I am not letting you pound me.”

“But your ass is gonna hurt when we switch back!”

“You seriously think I'm gonna lie here and take it up the ass?!”

“It's fine, Kacchan, I just thought you might want to consider the long term effects of-”

He bit off his words with a moan when Bakugou pulled his head back by the hair, exposing his throat to lean in and nip at with his teeth.

“Behave yourself,” he smirked, slinging a leg over his thighs and reaching down to stroke at his hole. “Be a good boy for me, Deku.”

“K-Kacchan,” he whimpered, dick already leaking. “Please.”

He slipped a finger inside, stroking gently back and forth as Midoriya writhed and clutched at the sheets.

“Hurt?” he asked.

“More, Kacchan.”

“Little whore,” Bakugou snorted, slipping a second finger in obediently and starting to stretch him out. “Were you doing this last night, too? Sticking your fingers up inside yourself while you stared at my hot body in the mirror?”

Midoriya shook his head desperately, reaching up for something to hold, settling on Bakugou's bicep.

“Thought you'd be mad,” he whimpered. “It was already- ah!- already weird enough.”

“No kidding, you were wearing a fuckin' collar, of course it was weird.”

“It was hot, Kacchan!” he whined. “I liked it!”

“Weirdo. Feel okay?”

Midoriya nodded, and Bakugou carefully pushed another digit inside.

“You ready to take me?” he asked. “I know it's not that big, but you still gotta tell me if it hurts.”

“It's super big!” Midoriya protested, thumping him on the chest pathetically. “Don't start this!”

“It'll do the job,” he snorted. “My own would feel better, you know. Stretch you nice and wide.”

“It's right here, Kacchan. I can see it. Stop lying to me!”

“You calling me small, nerd?”

“No! But it's not a monster like you keep implying!”

“Suck my giant monster cock,” Bakugou smirked. “Bigger than yours, nerd-ass.”

“It's not Kacchan! Do we have to put them side by side?!”

“It is,” Bakugou argued, slipping his fingers out in favour of lubing up his shaft. “Look at this little thing, you'll barely feel me.”

“It's not small!”

The argument halted when Bakugou started to push through the little ring, watching Midoriya gasp and tense as he moved.

“Hurt?”

“Good.”

He snorted and kept moving, using every ounce of his self-control to keep from thrusting in then and there. Midoriya whined and garbled the entire time, fingers still clutching tight to Bakugou's bicep, tears forming in his eyes as he waited.

“Feel okay?”

“Hurry up, Kacchan,” he whined. “Why aren't you moving?”

“Idiot,” Bakugou scoffed. “Alright, alright.”

Midoriya shifted to meet him with every thrust, not giving him a chance to try it out or find his rhythm, just desperate for more.

“Okay, okay,” Bakugou grumbled knowingly, slapping Midoriya's ass lightly in warning. “I'm doing it, okay? Calm down.”

Midoriya finally relaxed a little when Bakugou thrust his hips a little quicker, his grip slacking on Bakugou's arm in favour of tangling in his own hair, pushing blond spikes back from his sweaty forehead.

“Want me to do it again?” Bakugou asked with a smirk, despite his breathlessness.

Midoriya nodded, and Bakugou reached over, grabbing a handful of hair and tugging lightly as he thrust. Midoriya moaned extra loud in response, muttering nonsense, whining pitifully until Bakugou wrapped a hand around his cock.

His vision was blurry through his tears, so he squeezed his eyes shut instead, whispering praise even as his voice cracked and choked.

“Deku?” the familiar voice asked quietly, his pace slowing. “Are you...?”

He didn't hear the rest of the question, the voice cut off by a weird moment of dizziness and the briefest of headaches, and then Bakugou was moaning.

Except...

He opened his eyes, surprised to find himself sheathed up to the balls in Bakugou's ass, his twisted fingers stroking up and down Bakugou's dripping cock. Bakugou was whining and moaning like a damn whore beneath him, hips pressing down into him for more, and Midoriya hesitated.

Should he stop?

“Deku,” Bakugou hissed. “You feel so good.”

Midoriya was not a saint.

Slowly he moved his hips, testing, sliding himself back out until he was almost free, until Bakugou was almost empty, then snapped his hips forward to hit the little spot he'd felt not long ago. Bakugou yelped when he felt it, grinding down for more, and Midoriya managed a tiny smile as he continued. He was so pretty, lying flushed and exhausted against the sheets, his face sweaty, with pink lips parted to take shuddering breaths. His chest heaved, his head still thrown back over the pillows, and Midoriya made a little test stroke with his fist as he thrust.

“Deku, Deku, Deku,” he chanted, punctuated with another moan. “Let me cum, Deku, I wanna- I gotta cum.”

“It's okay, Kacchan, you can cum when you're ready!”

It felt so good to have his own voice back, the bright and cheery tone he'd always known, his own smile stretching across freckled cheeks as he made a few rough thrusts, his fist moving to match.

Bakugou came with a last little squeak, spilling all over Midoriya's hand and his own abs, and it was enough to tip Midoriya over the edge with him. He filled Bakugou with his fluid, watching it spill out of the hole beneath him, and after a few long, shaky breaths, he pulled out completely.

“Kacchan?”

“What the fuck,” Bakugou muttered, finally gaining some awareness as he held up his hand to look at. “Am I..? Did we...?”

“Yeah,” Midoriya grinned, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Back to normal, Kacchan!”

“Wait, then I- You- Fuck.”

“Did it feel good?” he teased.

“You better fuckin' make the most of it,” Bakugou growled. “I'm never bottoming for your shitty dick ever again.”

“Uh-huh, that's okay, I don't mind,” Midoriya grinned, kissing the corner of his lips this time. “It felt good, though, right?”

“Shut up.”

“I guess I can go back to my own room tonight!” Midoriya marvelled, looking down again at his scarred body. “It feels like forever! Oh, but I'm taking this.”

He snatched the blanket from Bakugou's bed, getting a tired little glare in return.

“It smells good and I slept so well with it!” he explained. “I'll get you a new one, but this one is mine now!”

“Where are you going, stupid fuck?” Bakugou demanded, reaching for him. “Stay.”

“Stay here?”

Bakugou nodded, still holding out a stubborn hand, and with a little smile Midoriya fell back onto the mattress.

“I guess my bedroom can wait one more night,” he grinned, letting Bakugou's arm curl around him. “Snuggles, Kacchan?”

“Uh-huh.”

Bakugou lay his head on Midoriya's chest, pausing for a moment before he lifted his hand to Bakugou's face.

“Sniff.”

“Huh?”

“Is that the smell?”

Midoriya inhaled, eyes widening as he nodded.

“Yeah! Is that what your quirk smells like?”

“Mm-hm. It never washes out of anything properly.”

“It's so good Kacchan!”

Bakugou cracked a smile, moving his hand back to Midoriya's torso and stroking lightly at his ribs.

“I guess you can do it again if you want it that bad,” he murmured. “I can put up with it for your sake. Bottoming, I mean.”

“Huh? It's okay, you don't-”

“If I have to,” Bakugou reiterated, cheeks burning pink. “For you, you know?”

Midoriya smirked, nodding faintly as he stroked Bakugou's hair.

“Thanks, Kacchan, it means a lot.”

“Yeah, I'm the best,” he yawned. “I'm gonna sleep here, mmkay?”

“Yeah, okay,” he giggled, kissing the top of Bakugou's head. “Sweet dreams, Kacchan. I'm really happy we went through all this.”

“Cos now we're together?”

“Uh-huh, and I think I understand you a little more, too.”

“Me too,” Bakugou agreed quietly, eyelashes tickling Midoriya's skin as they fluttered. “And maybe, um, myself too?”

“You learned things about you?”

“Yeah.”

“Like what?”

“I like cuddles,” he admitted, rubbing his cheek on Midoriya's warm skin. “It's kind of nice to get a hug sometimes.”

“You can have as many hugs as you want.”

“And... Maybe sometimes I'm a jerk.”

“I could have told you that.”

“Oi!”

Despite his protest, they both laughed, and Bakugou tilted his head back to plant a sweet little kiss on Midoriya's lips.

“If you tell anyone I'm such a sap after sex I'm gonna dump your ass on the spot.”

“Duly noted,” Midoriya laughed. “I'll keep my mouth shut on one condition.”

“Yeah?”

“Next time you gotta wear the collar.”