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There was an article once that caught Izuku's attention.
He was waiting in the small room during Ochako's hair appointment and he grabbed a magazine to read. It was about how men abandon their wives when they fall ill and the discussion of why they do it. As he kept reading It was rather sobering actually, and Izuku kept thinking about it all the way to the apartment.
He wouldn't do that. If Ochako was ill he would stick by her side, because he had promised, because when they marry he'll promise -not really to a god he wasn't that fond of-, but to himself and to her , which he finds much more meaningful.
It was hard though...and he did have the chance to prove himself. When Ochako's dad passed away and he had to hold her crying frame during the whole night, to understand her lack of desire to do anything, to understand her fear of losing him. That was hard, probably the hardest thing he has ever done. It's was difficult to be so caring, for your needs to come second to some else's.
He managed - barely, to his distaste- and promised he'll do it again, because statistics where on his side and he'd never had to worry that a male counterpart would fall out of love if he ever fell ill.
"This is rather unnecessary actually," Izuku says and Shinsou bursts out laughing from the corner of the ambulance.
"You're quite drunk, sir. You aren't aware of the extent of your injuries."
Izuku barely understands what Shinsou is saying because of how drunk he is, "Fuck dude it's barely nine!"
"It's because-" Izuku gasps and the nurse pushes him back and holds him in place with gentle but firm hands.
"Please stay still sir. You could make the injuries worse."
"There goes five months of salary," Shinsou says with a big, mocking smile.
"I have... insurance," Izuku says slightly confused. The ambulance is shaking and he can barely understand anything of what people around him is saying.
"Bakugou is going to get a heart attack-"
"What, no! Don't call him!" Izuku tries to sit and the nurse pushes him back down again, "Shinsou."
"'t's cool. I mean he's your responsibility so it's your problem when he starts going insane."
"Fuck." Izuku passes his left hand through his hair "He's gonna kill me."
It's 2am when everything is done and Izuku is casted and ready to go home. Shinsou is surprisingly still at the hospital, thought Izuku wouldn't expect any less of him.
Shinsou seems to have sobered up when he's standing by his side of the bed, "I'll call and pass you the phone-"
"I mean you're definitely fucking calling considering I can't move my arm."
Shinsou cringes and pats his shoulder once before digging in his pocket for his phone.
"Watch it or Bakugou will break your arm."
Shinsou looks up with a smile "You're rather cheeky when drunk, aren't you?" He pulls out the phone and waits for Izuku to unlock it, turning it back around to dial Bakugou.
He lays down on the bed. It's not necessary, but he's here now and he's exhausted.
He doesn't remember ever breaking a bone, and in fact, prided himself in this fact. He's sure his mom once told him he broke his clavicle jumping on the bed as a child, he doesn't remember though, so it didn't happen.
Izuku opens his eyes when he hears Shinsou talking.
"Yeah, hello. It's Shinsou...look,"
There's a pause.
"No, we're at the hospital."
There's a longer pause, Shinsou is trying to get a word in but Bakugou seems to not let him. Izuku looks up to see him frowning and violet eyes fall on his before he removes the phone and holds it against Izuku's face.
"...I've been telling him over and over! Where are you right now and what the fucking shit happened? Is he in bad state or why the fuck isn't he talking you piece of shit I swear-"
"Kacchan,"
Bakugou's breath hitches before he yells again, "God fucking damn it, Deku! If you're sitting right there why didn't you call me?! I thought something bad had happened you fucking-!"
There's yet another pause and Izuku's eyes are burning in the breach of crying. He's drunk and he wants to go home now.
"I wanna go home now please."
"Pass me the fucking purple guy! I don't even want to see your goddamned face you idiot!"
Izuku lifts his broken arm and hisses. Looking up at Shinsou who tilts his head slightly.
"He wants to talk to you."
"Verbally abuse me more like it," he moves the phone to his ear "Yeah?"
Shinsou leaves the room to finish the call, and Izuku lays down to try and calm down. Everything was going so well.
"Alright, your guard dog is coming to get ya'," he says as he enters the room "and you better calm him down or I'll call security."
Izuku laughs, loud, drunk and annoying. Maybe not as annoying, seeing how Shinsou grins at him.
"It was your fault though,"
Shinsou's face falls before it shines with a smile again, " Mine? That's what you get for being a whore and jumping on the table-"
"Wha- don't even say that with Bakugou here or he will lock me up in the apartment."
They keep drunkingly discussing nothing in particular until Bakugou arrives, and by that time Shinsou is at the foot of the bed with his long legs swinging from the side.
There's a single knock and the door opens. Izuku looks up to see a tired Bakugou with pajama pants and a jacket- two jackets actually- and the biggest frown Izuku has seen him wear in the last few months.
Shinsou talks first, "Oh, there he is."
"Deku," Bakugou rasps and his hand covers his face in a seemly annoyed manner "What the fuck."
Izuku bites his lip and looks down. Shinsou sits up and tries to engage with the blond but Bakugou seems to want to strangle him.
"...so obviously we started drinking, he got kinda excited so he climbed the table only to fall-"
"Are you fucking stupid or something?" Bakugou asks Izuku and he considers for a minute.
"Yeah." He ends up saying. Shinsou laughs, but the blond doesn't and instead walks the rest of the space and places the jacket around Izuku's shoulders.
Green eyes look up to crash with red ones, "I forgot my jacket- or I don't know, I lost it."
"Make me a favor and just shut the hell up."
Izuku falls asleep on the ride back and wakes up to Bakugou softly shaking him. The first thing he tries is to touch him, and he startles himself when his arm feels numb.
"Right, I broke my arm."
Bakugou rolls his eyes and grasps his jacket, pulling him forward. The hold is strong but non agressive and Izuku really needs the help.
"You know I've never broken an arm. I was so happy to belong in the never broke a bone club, but now I don't belong there anymore. Did you call my mom? Oh, wait yeah, you guys don't know each other yet."
They step into the elevator and now that Izuku sees Bakugou better he feels bad for how tired he looks.
"Sorry, I probably woke you up but I thought you stayed awake waiting for me? The last time you said that anyway, but you always fall asleep- did Shinsou mentioned how Mina also got too drunk and Kirishima had to carry her like a sack of potatoes, that was funny, I think it was funny; I found it funny-"
"Deku,"
Izuku halts and turns to find Bakugou side-eyeing him.
"Be quiet."
"Sorry, you're right, sorry. I'm drunk, sorry. I won't do this again sorry for waking you up."
The doors open and Izuku expects Bakugou to bolt out trying to avoid his chatty mouth but he places a hand on the sensor and gestures for him to go. Izuku blinks and painfully walks out.
His whole body is in pain. It's probably filled with bruises now that he thinks about it. His ass hurts...he wonders if his jacket is still at the bar, probably not. Does he even has his keys on him still? What would've happened if Bakugou didn't wake up?
"Nothing because I was awake." Bakugou's voice interrupts his line of thought and Izuku looks up to see him opening the door for him "I was worried that's why I look like shit."
"What?" Izuku chirps "For me?"
He rolls his eyes again and gestures for him to get inside. Izuku walks briskly past him and stands in the dark living room. The kitchen lights are on and the soft sound of the tv can be heard. Bakugou pushes against his lower back to guide him to the room, and once inside Izuku sits on the bed with a frown.
"I'll help you change." Bakugou goes for the drawers.
Izuku hesitates, "I need to use the bathroom,"
There's a small silence and then,
"Okay? Then go."
"Help me."
"Fuck no." Bakugou stands in front of him shirtless with his pajamas "What do you need help for? There's your other hand, take your dick out."
"My hands hurt and I'm drunk Kacchan," Bakugou clicks his tongue. Now that he's thinking of it, his bladder is about to explode.
Bakugou throws the clothes on the bed and grasps his jacket, pulling him up. Izuku leans heavily on him for a second before the blond pushes him back and unzips his pants, slightly lowering them.
"Alright there you go," he places a hand on his back and pushes him towards the bathroom "That's all I'm willing to do. Don't fucking test me now Deku, I'm serious."
"I mean you suck on it? What's the problem?" It hurts when he gets his hand on his trousers. His knuckles are destroyed...when did that happen? "And you like it too."
"Oh my God, shut up."
Izuku tucks everything in again and walks to the sink. The dull pain makes him inhale sharper and he stares at the mirror with tears in his eyes to see a blurry Bakugou behind him.
"It hurts,"
"Fucking obviously you dumbass. What are you trying to do?" Bakugou's voice get higher as he approaches and he passes a hand through his back softly, completely contrasting against his harsh voice.
"My hands-...my hand and...I wanna wash my teeth."
Izuku is staring at him from the mirror and he rolls his eyes before he stands by his side and grasps his hand. He turns on the water and grabs soap, passing his calloused hand over Izuku's. He quickly and quietly gets it done, and after that he grabs his toothbrush, toothpaste and gives it to Izuku.
"You can do that, come on. Are you in pain? I can't give you pills but I'll make you some tea." He walks away before Izuku can say anything.
Washing his teeth is torture, everything is hard. His arm is throbbing constantly and when he's done he just about throws the toothbrush in the glass and walks to the room.
Bakugou is still in the kitchen and Izuku glances at the pajamas before painfully exhaling and trying to put them on.
It's impossible. It hurts, his arm burns, but he will not call for Bakugou. He seems so annoyed, just the fact that he has helped him with washing his hands and pulling down his pants is enough.
He ends up laying down and trying to pull the shirt up with one hand. His eyes are tearing up when a hand grasps his wrist and pulls it down.
"What are you doing?" Bakugou asks dryly and Izuku lets his head fall back
"I'm sorry." Izuku breathes slowly and closes his eyes.
Bakugou moves away but is soon back pulling his shirt up.
"Lift your arm... I'll pass the shirt through the other so it won't hurt."
Izuku swallows and finally the shirt comes off, "It's fine," he whispers "I'll stay shirtless."
"No. It's cold." Bakugou shakes the pajamas and stays still staring at Izuku "Sit up you fucking baby."
Izuku sits up and Bakugou passes the shirt over his head and somehow puts it on.
Taking and putting his pants on is easier and soon he's laying down with a tea in hand.
"I'm sorry."
"Stop saying that. Saying sorry it's stupid because you already fucking did it. Christmas is coming and you'll receive it with a broken arm. Don't you work all day in a fucking computer? how are you supposed to write Izuku, fuck-" Bakugou leaves the room and Izuku bites his lip not to cry.
He drinks his tea in silence and wakes up to Bakugou fixing his pillows and covering him up.
"Kacchan, I now you don't wanna- I'm sorry-" the fuzziness is starting to dissipate, but everything is blurry. His eyes can barely stay open and he whines when Bakugou pushes his hair back and kisses his forehead.
"Go to sleep." He thinks he hears the blond say before he drifts off.
The next morning Izuku wakes up because of the pain. He's confused for a long moment before he sits up and hisses. Not only is everything is his body fucking bruised but he also has a headache from the hangover.
"Still in pain?" There's a voice. Bakugou's. Izuku looks up to see him standing in the door with a mug, "Good. That's what you get for being an idiot."
Izuku bites his lip and looks down with tears in his eyes. He probably looks pathetic, as a moment later Bakugou is by his side and he passes a hand over his curls.
"Take a bath, I'll help you."
Izuku stands up and follows him to the bathroom. Removing his clothes is easier now that he's not drunk, but he still tears up when he has to move his arm in any direction whatsoever.
Bakugou grabs a plastic bag and gets Izuku's arm in, securing it with hair ties -where did those even come from?- and walks away to fill the bathtub.
"Kacchan-"
"I think it's better if you take a bath here, you stink and your muscles definitely need it."
Izuku stays quiet and slowly climbs into the warm water, groaning with how good it feels.
Bakugou leaves the bathroom for a while and Izuku enjoys the feeling for as long as it lasts until it starts getting cold.
The blond is back again when he's trying to open the bottle of shampoo and he pulls a small plastic footstool closer and sits by the side of the tub.
As always, he expects a lot from Bakugou, most of the times is either an overreaction or barely repressed anger issues but Izuku didn't expect to see this side of him. It's uncanny. Out of character. But...is it really?
Bakugou grabs the handheld shower head and wets Izuku's hair and face gently. He takes the shampoo bottle from him and does everything himself. He washes Izuku's hair like if he was a kid, and rinses it without saying a word. He works through it with a comb and conditioner, before he rinses it once again and shakes the excess water.
"Your hair is getting long." His voice breaks both the silence and Izuku's stupor.
"Yeah," he dumbly responds.
Bakugou goes for his towels and stretches it to wait for Izuku to get out. This is probably unnecessary, but neither say anything, and in a weird way Izuku is enjoying being coddle like this by someone like Bakugou Katsuki.
He softly pushes him to the room and Izuku sits down on the edge of the bed drying while the blond fetches a pajama and helps him put it on.
"Anything else? Do you need your ass wiped?" He says, but his tone is out of malice. He's just joking, teasing him if you will, and Izuku swallows before saying,
"I'm hungry…"
"Come on."
He has food prepared already and he serves Izuku as he waits for him on the table.
"I just need a few days, sorry for bothering you...I've never broken an arm before."
Bakugou looks up from his phone and then back again to the screen.
"I don't care."
Izuku doesn't believe him. Thought...this is Bakugou, right? If he doesn't want to do something he just... doesn't fucking do it.
Thank god it's just a few days before vacations. Izuku is having the toughest week and the arm is just a small part of it. The pain has been decreasing now but he still feels weak, the fact that is his right arm is the cherry on top.
The Jetta arrives slowly and parks and Bakugou exits the car to open the door for him.
He seems to have many sides of his personality, Izuku has noticed. He has read multiple times about people acting as angels the first months into a relationship and showing their true colors later on. Of course Bakugou seems to not fall into that category.
It's abnormal that he hides the best parts of his personality, and Izuku doesn't have the brain to understand why.
"Kacchan, it's okay I-"
"I don't care."
I don't care has lost complete meaning for Izuku now. It doesn't even sound like a real word anymore.
Every time he apologizes is I don't care this and I don't care that, and every time he asks to be left alone to try and do some mediocre activity while half crying is met with an I don't care .
He doesn't care about doing it? Or is it just a sense of noblesse oblige that makes Bakugou act like this?
Izuku doesn't understand him and asking just seems like the rudest possibility ever, 'why are you acting so nice?' sounds awful and 'i didn't know you were capable of feeling so much empathy' sounds like some hardcore famous last words.
"What do you want for dinner?" Bakugou asks and Izuku swallows.
"Nothing. I'm not going to the gym so I need to slow down on the food."
Bakugou hums and Izuku shyly turns to look at him.
"I can still cook. I'll cook you something."
"I'm hungry and you're too slow. I don't care."
Izuku looks to the side to stare out of the window. He shouldn't be feeling like this, especially since Bakugou is acting like this is no big deal.
That night they finally have sex since the accident. It's clumsy and uncomfortable, Bakugou is gentle and doesn't lose his patience with him at first but Izuku is in too much pain to get hard at all.
He turns to the side when Bakugou stands up to go to the bathroom after he comes and he closes his eyes when the blond starts cleaning him.
"I don't want you to drink anymore." Bakugou whispers and Izuku sighs.
"I wasn't planning to,"
"You say that but new year's is coming and I know you'll feel tempted."
Izuku rolls his eyes and uncovers his body to cool down.
He softly whispers, "You don't get to decide that." He really should've known not to test Bakugou, especially after the week he's being helping him get everything done.
"Really? Really I don't? So what the fuck, does a person in a relationship just gets to whatever the fuck they want?"
"No, Kacchan but-"
"But nothing! How many fucking times did I tell you that you can't control your fucking drinking? It was an arm now but what if something worse had happened? Like a car crash or-"
"Fine, fuck! I'm not fucking dead so what's the problem?" Izuku turns around and halts when he sees Bakugou's face. His red eyes look down and he turns to the side with a crestfallen expression.
Izuku painfully sits up and sighs looking down, "Sorry, i-" he turns to Bakugou "I understand. I'll try no to do it and I know you told me but… I don't know. I like drinking I guess and I never had any problems when I was younger."
"Stop thinking only about you." Bakugou says and lays down. He turns his back to Izuku and, judging by his body language, he wants to be left the fuck alone.
Izuku is not sure what he means by that. Thinking only about himself? When? It's just drinking and it's definitely not that big of a deal.
At some point in the night Izuku wakes up burning in heat and he realizes Bakugou is flushed against him. His big palm is caressing his hip, being careful about his arm.
"Can I touch you?"
"Y-yeah-" Izuku inhales sharply and closes his eyes when Bakugou cups his groin. He gets his hand inside and jerks him for a bit before Izuku gentle turns to the side pushing him back.
"Can you…" it's embarrassing to say it somehow, but it's fine because Bakugou moves forward and kisses him and then moves the covers to bare his naked skin to the cold night.
He lowers himself and Izuku stares as he kisses his hips and bites his thigh before taking him in his mouth. He has gotten a million times better at it, definitely could still improve, but it's somehow still the best he has received because of Bakugou's enthusiasm. He mainly enjoys just staring at him.
Izuku definitely enjoys giving blowjobs, it's arousing, but it's obviously better to sit back and enjoy. Doesn't seem that way for Bakugou thought. He clearly enjoys when Izuku blows him, but he clearly somehow enjoys more giving them.
Izuku doesn't say anything, because knowing the blond he'll get embarrassed and probably stop.
His face goes tender when he licks the side and his beautiful red eyes stay closed and focused as he breathes on the tender skin. He barely uses his hands, just a clutch for his tongue and mouth. Sometimes he gets too carried away and gags, his eyebrows knitting but he doesn't stop. He gets the job done and Izuku comes undone under his touch.
He always swallows, and after that he grabs some paper and cleans the saliva. Izuku feels worn out and his eyes are heavy with sleep.
"Please promise me you won't do this again." Bakugou's hand rests on his cheek and Izuku opens his eyes to see him leaning above him.
"Drinking? I'll try…"
"No. Intentionally getting in fucking trouble. Please don't drink if I'm not there to take care of you."
"You couldn't have done anything...all of my friends were there and-"
"They were all drunk so obviously they let it happen. Please promise me."
Izuku closes his eyes and tries to move away.
"Izuku."
"Fine, but what does that mean? Are you going to follow me everywhere I go?"
"If no one is there to look out for you, then yes."
"Kacchan," Izuku half whines and pushes his shoulder with his only useful hand. Bakugou does move away, and Izuku hears him exhale before laying down and covering himself.
"Well, you guys I guess there's not a lot more to say but merry early Christmas!" They all raise their cups "and a happy new year!" everyone laughs and raises their cups again, except Izuku who raises a glass of water.
"Dude fucking finally," Shinsou says wrapping an arm around Izuku "vacations."
Izuku laughs and Taiga smiles. The office is buzzing with chatter for the day. Christmas is still a week away but Izuku is actually so excited for it.
"I'll see you for Christmas?" Shinsou asks "I'm pretty sure a group of people is getting together."
"Nah, man." He saves the last of his papers and they leave the office "I spend Christmas with my family every year. I think I would break my mom's heart if I don't go."
"Ah I see. A Mama's boy."
"Also a daddy's boy." He says and they both stay quiet before bursting into laughter.
"Oh, my god I don't care about what you and Bakugou-"
"No! I meant my literal dad!"
Shinsou laughs, loud and attractive and Izuku can't help but to cover his blushing face.
They exit the building and Shinsou can't control his laughter. He walks with him to the metro station and stops.
"I'll definitely see you at Momo's New year's party." Izuku says.
"Yeah, tell your daddy not cause any more trouble, alright?" He says, way too fucking loud and Izuku punches him in the shoulder. He descends the stairs laughing and Izuku yells,
"Merry Christmas you fucking asshole!"
"Hi Kacchan."
Bakugou leans to kiss him as Izuku approaches and he opens the door for him. It's unnecessary and Izuku feels like a burden.
Bakugou doesn't mention anything though. He doesn't complain about caring for him, about helping him change every morning. Helping him bath, cooking for him. Izuku can't believe this is Bakugou and he can't believe he's acting this way.
Once in the apartment Izuku makes his way to the kitchen to cook even if Bakugou tells him over and over that he can do it.
"I'm fucking useless and I feel bad. Back off, please."
Bakugou speaks sitting from the counter, "You're definitely fucking useless but it's fine. I can handle it."
It's not as Izuku believes he can't or anything. He just doesn't understand what he gets out of it.
He leans to get out the cheese from the freezer and turns to see Bakugou fixing the pans and oiling them.
"Kacchan I'm serious," he stands by his side and pushes him away with his hip "you're getting on my nerves."
"It's easier like this and I don't care."
"What don't you care about? Can you explain?" Izuku is losing his temper for some reason. When he turns Bakugou tilts his head slightly with a frown.
"I don't care about taking care of you."
"You don't get anything from it."
Bakugou leans back in surprise and he lets out a soft chuckle, "I like doing it? Forgive me for taking care of you?" He's being sarcastic and Izuku understands he's acting like an ass, but he just doesn't understand.
"I just don't understand."
"What part? I like taking care of you."
"Why?"
Bakugou stares appalled and Izuku blushes embarrassed.
"What- are you stupid or something? Because I like you? I don't know, because you're my boyfriend? What type of stupid question is this and why are you upset?"
Izuku turns back to the pan, and slowly starts to pour the sauce, "I'm not upset, I just don't understand."
"I like it. I don't-" Izuku turns to find the blond looking to the side grimacing "I- when I talk I say...I tend to say stupid shit. I regret like eighty percent of what I say but I...well, I've told you before, haven't I? I prefer...to show it to you."
It's true. Bakugou sucks at communication. Izuku is sure he doesn't know anyone worse. Even when he's talking he tends to lie, or change the story to fit his own narrative.
"Sorry. I'm thankful you're being... caring." It's weird to stay it, but he is.
"I don't care." Izuku can't help but grimace "I mean I would like if this happened more often."
Izuku turns scandalized.
"What-"
"No, wait. Not you like, breaking arms or anything, please for the love of fuck don't do that shit again. I mean like-" he seems to struggle to find the right words "Like you depending on me more."
"That doesn't sound healthy." Izuku turns back to the sauce with a frown.
"Fuck Deku I don't mean like Munchausen by proxy," what the fuck? "but more like...if you would, I don't know...fuck just forget I said anything."
Izuku turns, "No, it's fine-"
Bakugou shakes his head and jumps from the counter, "Forget it. I'll take a bath, hopefully the food is ready by night."
"Asshole," Izuku says with a smile and he hears Bakugou's soft chuckle before the kitchen falls silent.
He doesn't realize how much he needs Bakugou until he takes him to the airport. Both are in a bad mood but manage not to kill each other probably because they're in an Uber.
It's 10am when they arrive and Izuku follows him to the entrance.
"Please take care of yourself and I mean it. Just go to your parents and stay there. Don't try anything stupid Deku, please." He's not looking at him but his ticket and Izuku stares at his perfect profile for a moment.
"Yeah, okay."
Bakugou glances for only a moment. Izuku can't understand what he's feeling. Usually it's easier since Bakugou ends up spilling everything in the worst of ways, but today he's quiet.
He passes a hand through his blond, soft hair and Izuku watches as it shines with the low sun.
"Are you afraid of airplanes?" Izuku asks and Bakugou turns slightly, his eyes tracing his face before returning to the front.
"No."
"Are you alright?"
Bakugou curls his mouth and an awkward silence falls between them.
"I just don't wanna see my dad."
Izuku blinks and passes his hand over his blond hair, making Bakugou turn. He leans and kisses his cheek finishing the subject. It's a rather taboo one, Izuku has noticed.
It's strange. Seeing Bakugou wave and go.
The blond turns one last time before disappearing between the multitude. They should be spending Christmas together, but somehow neither took the initiative to ask the other. It was never assumed, and it was never talked about.
Izuku used to spend Christmas with Ochako, with her family or her with his; and even if he shouldn't be comparing relationships he can't help but feel like this is something that could become a resented subject for him.
He tries not to cry on his way to the lonely flat and when he steps inside he feels overwhelmed and stars sobbing.
He should've demanded it. It's something normal, right? To want to spend Christmas with someone you love. Izuku always spends it with his family, but if Bakugou asked he would've cancelled.
Bakugou doesn't even like his dad so why?
The whole day Izuku feels like shit and he doesn't respond to Bakugou's texts. He could blame the broken arm.
He leaves struggling to his parents house the next day.