BNHA ONESHOTS - [Request Open]

BAKUDEKU [Sad] - I am here

"Fuck..." he muttered more like a whisper than an insult.

Izuku sighed and walked towards him; he sat in front of him and waited for his reaction.

"May I come closer?" He asked as he tentatively touched his knee, caressing it.

Bakugo nodded. Izuku moved forward and almost sat between his legs. He moved his arms and tried to uncover Bakugo's face.

"Let me see you, don't be afraid"

"I am not fucking afraid, I am just... shit!" He shouted the last part as he punched the floor. His face was covered with stains of tears that painted his face with dark, black path.

"Your eyeliner Kacchan... you didn't take off your makeup after today's patrol, wait here..." He said as he tried to get up but Bakugo's hand grabbed his arm with such desperation that Izuku felt like falling with him in the pit of desperation he was going through.

"Can... fuck, can you..." Bakugo muttered and blushed. Izuku's heart tightened seeing him like this.

"Of course" Izuku answered, he knew him far too well.

He sat down again and lunged forward hugging him: his hands traced soothing patterns on his back.

"You can cry if you want" Izuku whispered to his ear as he gently kissed his cheek.

Bakugo looked away as silent tears left his eyes.

"Don't kiss me, you dumb-"

Izuku kissed him on his lips and tried to pour every ounce of love he had in his body.

Bakugo melted into his arms, it was intimate and it was everything he needed that night.

"Kacchan, never forget that I am with you. Okay?" he said as he caressed that blond hair of his. Bakugo grabbed his hand and pushed it away, but he entwined their fingers.

"Were you anxious?" Izuku asked as he let Bakugo rest his head over his chest.

Bakugo nodded.

"I fucking hate it. I was... shit I was afraid to lose you today." He said as he tightened his hand around the fabric of Izuku's shirt.

"I know, that villain really hit me hard. Recovery Girl helped me and now I am fine!" Izuku commented feeling the bruise among his ribs.

Bakugo looked up at him. "Good, can we sit on the bed? I am tired," he asked.

Izuku nodded and got up, lifting Bakugo up with him.

It was not strange seeing him like this; in the end, everyone has a heart. In addition, Izuku's heart was suffering.

"Kacchan, you can stay the night if you want..." He suggested as they lied down onto the bed.

"Fuck you, of course not! I am not so delicate," he shouted back but with his body, he was moving nearer the warm Izuku radiated.

"Of course you won't Kacchan... of course," he said as he kept caressing his back.

"That's right... I am not so... yeah..." Bakugo started forming incoherently sentences as he slowly proceeded to close his eyes.

He was so tired, Izuku recognized those tired eyes long before tonight but he never let him do anything. For the first time he asked for help.

Izuku was tired as he smiled, slowly drifting off to sleep with the lights on. They did not care as tears left Izuku's eyes staining the cushion. After all, he was tired too but he would never want to make Kacchan suffer even more. He needed to be strong in order to help him.

He cuddle up against Bakugo's much warmer body, his ribs ached painfully but he tried not to let those tears spill as he trembled. Bakugo covered him with half of his body, gently showing his leg between his and his arm around his body.

He looks so peaceful – Izuku thought as looked down to him. However, he knew that what Bakugo showed was not the truth, but neither he was truthful.

He sighed and closed his tired green eyes, pools of emotions and tiredness. A lonely tear fell from Izuku's eyes onto Bakugo's face. Was it his? Alternatively, was it Bakugo's? He did not know, two sorrows drowned into the warmth of their bodies.