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[Setting: Training room A-1. Evening.]
[Bakugo and Midoriya enter, dressed in typical workout gear. Midoriya, a flaming bisexual, steals a glance at Bakugo’s sweaty biceps. Bakugo is always sweaty. Bakugo is also oblivious, somehow.]
BAKUGO, stretching : Think you can take me this time, nerd?
MIDORIYA: I think I can take you, Kacchan. [Midoriya immediately turns pink. Bakugo doesn’t notice.]
BAKUGO: Oh, yeah? You’re gonna have to do better than that to beat me, though. You didn’t even make me break a sweat, last time.
MIDORIYA, rolling his eyes, still blushing : You’re always sweating, though.
BAKUGO: Which is why it should have been easy for you to make me sweat last time, dumbass. You gonna keep flapping your mouth, or are we gonna spar?
MIDORIYA: Right.
[Miscellaneous fighting sounds]
MIDORIYA, throwing BAKUGO over his shoulder across the room : Come on, Kacchan, I thought you said I’d have to try harder!
BAKUGO: FUCK OFF, DEKU!
[Bakugo blasts himself to Midoriya, picks him up with a fistful of Midoriya’s shirt and propels them into the air before swan-diving them both to the floor. The floor, undeserving of this harsh treatment, groans in protest but somehow withstands Bakugo’s wrath. Midoriya twists, kicking Bakugo off and backing off a few feet.]
MIDORIYA: It’s been bugging me, but I wonder how Shouto-kun knew to get me such a thoughtful gift! Do you know, Kacchan?
[Bakugo gets up, rolling his shoulders. There’s a manic grin on his face. He hasn’t seemed to notice that Midoriya never calls Todoroki by his first name and is clearly trying to get a rise out of Bakugo.]
BAKUGO: Why the fuck are you still talking, you shitty nerd. I thought you said you could take me?
[Midoriya disappears, darting behind Bakugo, who aims an explosion with terrifying accuracy over his shoulder, directly into Midoriya’s face. Midoriya yelps and hurls himself away, eyes streaming on reflex. His face is streaked with ash, not unlike Bakugo’s hero mask.]
MIDORIYA: No fair, Kacchan! No fighting dirty!
BAKUGO, cackling : Don’t be a sore loser, Deku!
[Bakugo launches himself forward with a huge explosion, hurtling toward Midoriya. Midoriya darts underneath him, still wiping at his eyes, and crosses the room in a heartbeat.]
BAKUGO: You can do better than that, fuckface! You’ve barely touched me!
MIDORIYA: You want me to touch you, huh, Kacchan?! [Midoriya immediately regrets saying this.]
[Bakugo freezes, and Midoriya flashes back towards him, aiming a punch at Bakugo’s face. Bakugo moves to dodge to the left, but Midoriya goes down, sweeping Bakugo’s legs out from under him, and as he’s falling, delivers a solid punch to Bakugo’s ribs. Bakugo flies across the room with an ‘oof’, and smashes into the wall.]
BAKUGO, somehow already standing up : You’ll have to– fuck– you’ll have to try a lot harder than that if you want me to stay down, dumbass. We’re going all out today, you fucking shitnerd. Don’t you fucking hold back on me.
MIDORIYA, rolling his eyes: Yes, Kacchan.
BAKUGO: Don’t “Yes, Kacchan” me, asshole!
[Midoriya sighs, then delivers a sweeping kick, sending a wall of air sailing towards Bakugo. If not for the 6-foot-thick, steel-reinforced walls, Bakugo would no doubt have been blown through the wall. Bakugo, unsurprisingly showing no gratitude to Cementoss, kicks off the wall as he blasts himself at Midoriya, who flashes away, grabbing Bakugo’s shoulder and the waistline of Bakugo’s sweatpants in order to throw Bakugo against the wall.]
MIDORIYA: How’s that for going all out, Kacchan? [Something, maybe the proximity to Bakugo, makes Midoriya’s voice take on a husky quality. Bakugo is gazing at Midoriya’s freckles, like the truly hopeless homosexual he is. Midoriya, a hopeless homosexual in his own right, doesn’t notice.] Who’s the one holding back now?
[There’s a moment of stillness where they stare at each other, panting, and then Bakugo, ears slightly red, brings one palm to Midoriya’s face and the other to clamp down on Midoriya’s wrist where his hand meets the wall by Bakugo’s face. Two explosions go off, and Midoriya grunts in pain before twisting and thrusting the heel of his foot into Bakugo’s stomach and jumping back, wiping blood from his cheek.]
MIDORIYA, ruefully : I’m running out of antiseptic cream.
BAKUGO: Cry me a river, Deku. You can’t handle a little blood? [Bakugo does not mention the first-aid supplies he keeps in his dorm room to nonchalantly give Midoriya every time he complains about running out. I don’t think Midoriya has bought first-aid supplies in months.]
MIDORIYA: I’m not the one who cried for hours because I got a nosebleed, Kacchan.
BAKUGO, palms sparking as he launches himself at MIDORIYA : THAT WAS IN KINDERGARTEN, ASSHOLE!
MIDORIYA, flirting with death : Yes, Kacchan.
[Bakugo’s eyes narrow. He fires off a number of quickfire AP shots at Midoriya, who contorts his body nimbly to avoid them. As he does so, his shirt rucks up, exposing his abs. Bakugo is, after all, only human, and steals a glance before lunging in and swinging his arm, sweeping a large explosion like a wall in front of him. Midoriya gasps and ducks behind Bakugo, aiming a kick at the backs of his knees, but Bakugo twists, taking advantage of Midoriya’s proximity to the ground to tackle him.]
[Midoriya is on his back, breathing heavily as he stares up at Bakugo, who’s trying not to breathe as heavily and failing miserably.]
BAKUGO: I’m— hah— disappointed, nerd. I thought— huh— you would put up more of a fight— hah— what with the extra training you’re getting from All Might.
MIDORIYA: I don’t know, Kacchan, I think I’m doing pretty well. If this wasn’t a training room, there’d be a couple Kacchan-shaped holes in the walls.
[As he says this, he seems to realise the position they’re in. Bakugo is kneeling over Midoriya, one arm bracing himself against the floor next to Midoriya’s head, the other holding a sparking palm threateningly between them. Bakugo is straddling Midoriya’s hips. If he lowered his hips an inch or two, Midoriya would be in grave danger. Midoriya, realising this, flicks the air with his finger and propels himself out from under Bakugo, but Bakugo whips around, seizes Midoriya by his wrists and swings him over his shoulder, slamming Midoriya against the floor. Despite Midoriya’s best efforts, they’re in the same position, but this time Bakugo’s gripping Midoriya’s wrists in his smoking hands. Midoriya makes a strangled noise.]
BAKUGO, face inches from MIDORIYA’s : Do you yield?
[Midoriya makes as if to struggle, and Bakugo lets his palms spark off where they’re pressed against Midoriya’s wrists. Midoriya freezes.]
BAKUGO, smirking : I said. Do you yield?
MIDORIYA, bright red and unresponsive, with a subtle tent in his pants : Uh...huh…
[Bakugo sits back, satisfied. Midoriya chokes, and Bakugo’s eyes widen before a truly terrifying grin takes over his face.]
BAKUGO, leaning forward again : We should get back… wouldn’t want to make your boyfriend worry.
MIDORIYA, dazed : My— right. Yeah.
[Bakugo gets up, cracking his knuckles and heading for the door. Midoriya stares after him, then looks at his wrists and shivers. Midoriya gets up too, surreptitiously adjusting his shorts.]
BAKUGO, over his shoulder : Coming, fuckface?
MIDORIYA, under his breath : I definitely will be later.
BAKUGO: What the hell did you just say about me?
MIDORIYA: I wasn’t talking about you, Kacchan!
BAKUGO: Pick up the pace, you shitty nerd, our time in the training room is almost up.
MIDORIYA: Right!
[Miscellaneous leaving sounds.]