One day, I hope to write a one shot of every single MHA ship possible. This is my ambition in a single book.
Please note that this is a fanfiction and I do not claim to have created any of these lovely characters.
Class has ended, and all but two students have left. Bakugo is sitting at his seat, angrily scribbling in answers to the worksheet before him so he won't have homework tonight. He's not usually mad about homework, but he knows at least four people have finished already, and he refuses to be left behind.
Aoyama stares at him, not bothering to hide his gaze. He has nothing before him, nothing to distract him. The sparkling boy licks his lips slightly, unable to resist the pull he feels. The boy walks over to Bakugo, standing next to his desk.
"The hell do you want?" Bakugo growls, his eyes focused on the worksheet. Aoyama bites his lip; his eyes drifting to Bakugo's perfectly fit muscles. He's a perfect human specimen, how could one not stare?
"You," Aoyama whispers, not intending for Bakugo to hear, but not necessarily hiding his comment either.
"What?" Bakugo asks, narrowing his eyes as he looks up at Aoyama. The two make eye contact, Aoyama biting his lip harder, causing a drop of blood to drip down his chin.
"I need you..." Aoyama climbs onto Bakugo's lap, his eyes full of lust.
"THE FUCK YOU DOING YOU BLINDING BASTARD?"
"Sshhh..." Aoyama places a finger over Bakugo's lips, relishing at their softness. "Cheese can tame any wild beast, wouldn't you agree?" Bakugo's eyes widen in anger as Aoyama pulls out cheese, placing it in Bakugo's mouth. Once the cheese hits the boy's tongue his eyes soften, his body relaxes.
"What the fuck is in that?" He mutters, confused but calm. Aoyama leans next to Bakugo's ear, his breath quickening slightly.
"That doesn't matter." He whispers, brushing his lips against Bakugo's neck, moving along the collar bone. Bakugo moans slightly, but quickly realizes what is happening and pushes Aoyama off of him. Aoyama lands on his feet, brushing the hair out of his face as he does so.
"Did you fucking drug me?"
"If you call cheese a drug, sure. But no, chéri, I did nothing of the sort." Bakugo narrows his eyes, bringing his hand to his lips.
"Do... you have any more?" Aoyama smiles, nodding as he reaches into his bag. He hands the cheese to Bakugo, watching carefully as Bakugo shoves it into his mouth. "Fuck. Why the hell is this so good?"
"Cheese is better enjoyed in the presence of others, they say."
"Who says?" Bakugo mutters, nibbling on another piece of cheese.
"I guess I said that. But Lisa Samson once said: "I just don't see the point of not eating cheese. I mean, if God didn't want us to eat cheese, would he have let man invent it?" and that really hits home." Bakugo glances at Aoyama, a smile forming on his lips. Aoyama chuckles, the surprisingly gentle laughs filling the classroom and Bakugo's ears. A few moments pass and they fall into silence again, Bakugo calmly writing in answers to his work. Aoyama simply watches him, humming quietly as he sits in the seat beside Bakugo. Bakugo stands up, sliding the worksheet into the tray at the front of the room.
"Hey, Bakugo?"
"What do you want?"
"Can we be friends?" Aoyama questions, his heart racing. Bakugo can feel his face heating up, he knows he has to leave.
"No," Bakugo immediately answers, gathering his things. "I have too many "friends." Aoyama watches the teen walk away, a thought forming in his mind.
The next day Bakugo walks into class, narrowing his eyes when he sees the "Bakusquad" surrounding a certain blonde's table. Kirishima straightens as he notices Bakugo, walking over to the boy.
"Dude! Aoyama offered to be the Bakusquad's "friend with benefits!" Bakugo stiffens at that, staring at the teen.
"Do you even know what that fucking means?" He asks the group, each one nodding their heads excitedly.
"He's gonna give us cheese whenever we want!" They all say in unison, jumping around happily. Bakugo relaxes, rolling his eyes.
"Tch. Bunch of idiots." He sits in his seat across the room, lazily twirling his pencil around. He ignores the chatting of his classmates, focusing instead on how the pencil moves between his fingers. His mind begins to wander to yesterday. Aoyama on his lap... feeding him... but why? Why had he done that? The thoughts slowly progress to other things, Bakugo's ears becoming a light pink.
"Bakugo. Pay attention. Class started 10 minutes ago" Bakugo stops spinning his pencil, snapping it on accident. He glances at Aizawa, who was standing at the front of the class, his eyes dark with exhaustion.
"Sorry, Sensei," Bakugo mumbles, doing his best to focus on the lesson, even if he can feel Aoyama's eyes boring into him.
The lunch bell rings, releasing the floodgates as students pour into the halls. Bakugo grabs his stuff, merging with the mass of students. He's almost to the cafeteria when he's pulled into a side hallway, away from the confusion.
"Hello, chéri." Aoyama hums, still holding onto Bakugo's hand.
"Don't call me that, connard." Bakugo sneers, pulling his hand away from Aoyama.
"You speak French?" Aoyama whispers, more surprised than hurt at the insult. Bakugo scoffs, rolling his eyes.
"Why are people so bad at everything? Besides, I only know the swear words." Aoyama chuckles, smiling at Bakugo.
"You're so cute."
"Don't you fucking dare call me cute," Bakugo growls, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
"Why not?" Aoyama asks, gently placing a hand on Bakugo's cheek. His eyes pierce into Bakugo's, entrancing him. Pools of indigo stare into pools of crimson, clashing against each other. Aoyama leans forward, gently placing his lips on Bakugo's. Bakugo doesn't move at first, he simply stands there, confused. Why would anyone like an asshole like himself? He snaps out of his trance, wrapping his arms around the smaller male's waist. Aoyama pulls away, smiling.
"Mon amour." He whispers, resting his head in the crook of Bakugo's neck. Bakugo sighs, closing his eyes and gently breathing in the smell of Aoyama.
Word Count: 997
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An alternate ending for my (and maybe your) pleasure:
"Sshhh..." Aoyama places a finger over Bakugo's lips, relishing at their softness. "Cheese can tame any wild beast, wouldn't you agree?" Bakugo's eyes widen in anger as Aoyama pulls out cheese, placing it in Bakugo's mouth. Once the cheese hits the boy's tongue his eyes soften, his body relaxes.
"What the fuck is in that?" He mutters, confused but calm. Aoyama leans next to Bakugo's ear, his breath quickening slightly.
