Key In Your Hand

Fandom: BNHA

Rating: 18+

Pairing: BakuDeku

Tags: Blowjobs 

Summary: Continution of the BKDK Yazuka thread! Midoriya has been in Bakugo's 'custody' for a while now and though he's still getting used to it, these feelings he has for Bakugo are steadily deepening and becoming stronger. 

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Really, by now, he should probably be used to waking up like this but it hadn’t stopped being a little jarring just yet. Blinking blearily in the soft, pale morning sunlight filtering in through the sheer curtains, Midoriya lightly scrubbed a hand across his face, sighing quietly. Familiar warmth pressed firmly to his back. There was a heavy, muscular arm, lined with shiny scars, slung around his weight, keeping him flush against to the sturdy body behind him. Underneath his head was another, equally as scarred arm. Soft, even breaths brushed against the back of his neck, lightly ruffling his hair. Surrounding him was a dense smell of sweetness, radiating off from the man behind him. That morning, same as every other morning he had woken up in this position, there was something very hard and very hot pressing insistently against his butt. Despite having experienced the same thing for every morning over the three months he had been held captive in the luxurious house of his captor, he still blushed hotly when his mind zeroed in on that sensation. It didn’t bother him as badly as it did the first couple of times that it occurred but still, always managed to get him flustered. 

Midoriya pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a slow breath. A glance at the nearby clock revealed it to be around seven in the morning – his usual wake-up time. For Bakugo, the man currently plastered to his back with his erection snugly tucked between his ass cheeks, the normal time to wake up was more around ten or eleven, meaning that Midoriya was stuck there for several more hours. Considering that Bakugo had much later nights than he did – old habit (one that was no longer necessary, seeing as he didn’t go to work anymore, thanks to this nimrod) had his internal clock set for sleep at 11 pm and waking at 7 am. It’d been that way for years, and a few months in isolation, where the hours blurred together and nothing he did was ever given a concrete time hadn’t broken him out of that habit…yet. Midoriya sighed again, pushing a hand through his hair. 

With a carefulness that came from years of being a cop, he stealthily rolled over, minimizing his movements so that he didn’t wake Bakugo. The bastard could be unbelievably grouchy if his natural schedule was thrown off. Don’t get him wrong…it was really cute to watch him pout and sleepily glare at him (usually while using his gorilla strength to try to keep him in bed) but his subordinates always complained about how hard he was to deal with when his beauty sleep got interrupted. He managed to get over onto his other side without hardly jostling Bakugo at all. As usual, his face was ridiculously close. The tips of their noses were practically touching. Midoriya could clearly see Bakugo’s long, thick lashes resting peacefully against his cheek. His ashy blond hair was in complete disarray, tousled thoroughly by sleep. Midoriya frowned, resisting the urge to poke Bakugo’s cheek. It was kind of infuriating…just how good this man looked all the time. Meanwhile, he would definitely need a shower, a good tooth brushing and probably a cup of coffee before he looked even remotely human. This bastard could run his fingers through his hair right after waking up and make it look he had worked hours on his appearance. 

If someone were to glance inside his mind at that very moment, they probably would have commented that this didn’t seem like the kind of thing to be thinking in his current position. And they’d be right. It definitely wasn’t something he should be thinking, yet these kind of thoughts were ones that were often on his mind. It wasn’t really a question of when did he start noticing how attractive Bakugo was – that, embarrassingly enough, had always been obvious. No, the real question to be asking was…when did he start closely inspect Bakugo like this – not to try to figure out what he was thinking but just to look at him. It felt like he had been doing that a lot lately. At first, it was just when his attention slipped. His gaze always drifted over to Bakugo, only snapping away when he realized what he was doing. Slowly, over time, it became less unintentional. When did it get to the point that he wanted to look at Bakugo? He wasn’t someone he should want to look at, considering all he had done to him. 

Midoriya sighed again, letting his gaze drop away from Bakugo’s face. How long had he been here? He knew it was a couple months, at least but couldn’t give an exact amount. Sometimes, despite having been here for so long, it did still all feel like a dream. He kept expecting to bang his knee on something and the pain would jerk him awake – he’d be in his small apartment, his alarm clock blaring in his ear, one hand already going to his phone to see if he had any missed calls or texts waiting for him. That feeling had been especially intense when he was first brought here. Some days, it felt like it had been just hours ago. Other days, it might as well been years. Waking up here for the first time was still vibrant in his mind. Going from being tied down to a chair in a bare, concrete room to being safely tucked into a large, extravagant bed, held tightly in the hold of the man who had kidnapped him hadn’t exactly been easy to digest. Making it even more difficult was Bakugo irritably telling him that he wasn’t leaving…ever. It had taken a little while to get the entire explanation out of him but, eventually, Midoriya was given a simple statement: this was his new home. 

Well, the correct term would probably be prison. 

The lease on his apartment had been cancelled. Some of his possessions had been brought over – his geeky merch, gaming stuff and personal items (photo album, paperwork, etc) but all of his clothing had vanished into the void. He now wore the clothes that Bakugo had bought for him. Predictably, all of it was painfully expensive stuff. Bakugo never told him the amount but it was obvious just how much money he dumped into this new wardrobe. He had no access to his bank account or cell phone; the only computer he had access to had extensive restrictions on it to keep him from contacting anyone. He couldn’t go outside unless he was accompanied by one of Bakugo’s lackeys and going beyond the grounds of his extensive estate was strictly forbidden. Any attempt to leave would be met with even stricter restrictions. He didn’t know what those ‘stricter restrictions’ entailed, though he could guess. Midoriya sighed, slowly rolling over onto his back. He tensed up a little when Bakugo shifted beside him but all he did was squeeze him even closer, nuzzling the side of his head. 

Someone looking in from the outside on this situation would probably say there was something wrong with him. He had thought the same for a while but…realized that wasn’t the case. Seems that he was having all kinds of epiphanies as of late. Why he had never tried to escape had always bothered him. He was a cop turned detective who had spent years using his skills to chase down criminals – getting out of this place wouldn’t be difficult…if he actually wanted to leave. Midoriya pushed a hand through his hair. He did, in a way, want to leave but…he supposed it was more accurate to say that he wanted to leave with Bakugo’s permission. He didn’t want to escape from Bakugo. Rather, he wanted their…relationship, he guessed was the right word, to become strong enough that Bakugo felt comfortable in allowing him to leave. It would be practically impossible to explain to someone…but he…Midoriya looked back over to Bakugo. He blinked slowly then sighed again, his shoulders slumping. Maybe there was something wrong with him but he…he didn’t want to leave him. 

Their first encounter…well, the first one after being separated for years, had been nothing short of terrifying. For a detective like him, waking up in a position like that, usually, spelled certain doom. A prisoner of the most dangerous yakuza in all of Japan…no one could blame him for thinking that he was going to die at the young age of 26. Then, Bakugo…head of the most notorious gangs, had waltzed in, sucked him off and revealed that he was his closest childhood friend, someone Midoriya had spent days crying over after being forced to be separated from him. Bakugo, then affectionately referred to as ‘Kacchan’, had been his first…and, arguably, only love. That love had retreated to the back of his mind over the years that they were apart but the moment they came back together, it came roaring back – stronger than ever. Childish love was sweet and pure, innocent and uncomplicated. This…wasn’t the exact opposite but it certainly wasn’t the straightforward love he had felt back then. There were still notes to it that were blunt, open. For the most part, it was the most fucking complicated, irrational thing he’d ever experienced. 

He stayed because he didn’t want to be separated from Bakugo again. It was as simple stated as that, though it was the furthest thing from simple. This wasn’t how he wanted their relationship to be. If Bakugo didn’t shoot him down every time he tried to discuss this bizarre situation, Midoriya would’ve tried to convince him that he wasn’t going anywhere, that nothing was like how things were when they were kids. No one was going to take him away. He wasn’t going to run. He wasn’t going to turn Bakugo over to the authorities. He was going to stay by his side but this wasn’t how he wanted to do it. Unfortunately, Bakugo wouldn’t hear a word of it. Even encouragement from his lackeys, particularly Kirishima (his right hand man), Mina and Kaminari, he put a quick stop to any kind of discussion about that sort of thing. In his mind, this was the best way to keep Midoriya at his side. Given everything that had happened, Midoriya could understand his reasoning…couldn’t condone it but could understand it, at least. 

Though, this understanding wasn’t something he could completely take credit for. He never would have gotten to this point if it weren’t for Bakugo’s personal crew – the usual bunch, Kirishima, Mina and Kaminari. A small smile tugged at the corner of Midoriya’s lips. There probably wasn’t anyone else in the world who were more dedicated, more loyal to Bakugo than those three. They could, and did, talk about Bakugo for hours but…it was never in the kind of way he usually saw with lackeys. He had interrogated quite a few members, both high and low tier, of other gangs, all of whom displayed a similar kind of loyalty, of enthusiasm when talking about their boss. He hadn’t really thought much of that sort of thing until now. Kirishima, Mina and Kaminari…they didn’t follow Bakugo just because he was strong. That was what he saw with other lackeys – it was because the boss was strong, they were resolute and strong-willed. That was it. 

Kirishima, Mina and Kaminari…they were Bakugo’s friends. While they were his surbordinates, it went much deeper than that. He cherished them. In turn, they cherished him. This relationship was far more level, more equal than any he’d encountered between boss and lackeys before. Due to that…they knew him far better than anyone else. It was through him, how they talked about him, how they analyzed his behavior that he came to realize…Midoriya let his gaze roam over Bakugo’s face. He didn’t know hardly anything about him. The majority that he did know came from police reports, and the time they spent together as children. With that realization came another: he wanted to know more about Bakugo. It was so unfair, considering that Bakugo seemed to know everything about him. Kaminari had let it slip a while back that Bakugo had spent weeks having him tailed. During that time, he had a novel of information about him gathered – everything from his favorite foods to how he was like when he was drunk. 

That was the sort of stuff that Kirishima, Mina and Kaminari wouldn’t tell him. When he finally got around to asking why, Mina had been the one to answer, in her usual blunt, bubbly way. 

“If you wanna know,” she had declared with a smile, “ask Bakugo yourself!”

It was painfully simple but…embarrassingly enough, just flat out asking Bakugo about himself hadn’t crossed his mind up until that point. Realizing that must’ve shown on his face at the time because Mina and Kirishima laughed at him for having taken that long to figure that out. Before they left for the day, Kirishima had told him with a wink to ask Bakugo to tell him about the first time he met Kaminari. Since Kaminari protested so much to that, Midoriya hadn’t hesitated in asking – curiosity demanded he must. Bakugo had seemed surprise at him asking but had gleefully launched into a, frankly embarrassing and hilarious tale about how he saved Kaminari from a bunch of street goons. From there, the conversation had just kept flowing. Smooth, natural, unimpeded by their weird situation. In one night, just a span of a few hours, he learned so much about Bakugo. It left him desperately hungry for more. There were some questions he automatically assumed were off-limits. He didn’t want to sound like…well, what he was, a detective looking to find out more about a perp so he stayed away from asking about the gang’s operations, other high tiered members and specific history. 

Instead, he focused on Bakugo. His likes, his dislikes, his hobbies, his personal history – anything that felt safe to ask, he asked. The more he asked, the more visibly happy Bakugo became. He always teased Midoriya about being so inquisitive, as though he wasn’t eagerly answering every question he threw at him and encouraging him, in his own way, to ask even more. It was through those questions that…the love he had for him as a child started to bloom again, becoming stronger and stronger until the obvious finally became evident. He was going to stay with Bakugo. He had wanted this ever since he was a kid. Now, he just needed to figure out a way to convince this stubborn man that it was fine to let him return to the outside world. Easier said than done. Not even Kirishima had been able to figure out a way to breach this conversation to Bakugo. There had to be a way…he just wasn’t sure of it yet. Bakugo most likely didn’t see it this way but to Midoriya, there was still a barrier between them. This power imbalance, the control Bakugo had over his life, it was getting in the way. He couldn’t ever entirely relax when he was with Bakugo. 

Every time he thought he was getting back some sense of normalcy, the reality that he was a caged bird was rudely shoved into his face. The fear of setting Bakugo off, leading him to take away even more of his freedom dogged him at every turn. Having to be constantly diligent, constantly cautious about everything he did and said was exhausting. When he tried to explain that to Bakugo, he was met with a brick wall. It quickly became evident that just trying to talk this out wasn’t going to work. Question was, what did that leave him with? The potential answer to that had occurred to him a couple days ago. If he couldn’t convince Bakugo through words, how about in actions? Specifically, sex. Tingling heat rose to his cheeks. He sighed softly, covering his face with his hand. Bakugo hadn’t touched him like that since their first encounter in that bare, concrete room. Though he couldn’t say exactly why, he got the feeling that Bakugo understood that adding in physical intimacy on top of everything else probably wasn’t the best idea. 

Now, though…that bulge pressing insistently against his thigh wasn’t a source of discomfort or alarm but rather…a pulsing, gnawing heat in the base of his belly. Stumbling across Bakugo getting out of the shower a few days ago had jumpstarted a desire that was a little terrifying in its intensity. Much to his embarrassment, a day hadn’t passed since then that he hadn’t thought about touching Bakugo, exploring and memorizing his muscular, scarred body with his hands, his mouth, his tongue – finding all the little spots that made him tremble and moan, figuring out what made him feel good, using the affect he knew he had on Bakugo to unravel him. Perhaps even more prevalent than those thoughts were the ones about Bakugo doing the same to him – the amount of times he had found himself imagining a similar scenario to the one that played out during their first encounter (just without the ropes this time around) was mortifying. He might’ve also masturbated quite a few times to that exact thought. The memory of his cock being inside Bakugo’s mouth was something that clung to him, seductively whispering that it would be so easy to experience that again. 

All he had to do was just ask for it. If he asked, Bakugo would do it. In fact, that was what Bakugo was waiting for, wasn’t it? He knew that. He had known that for a while. Bakugo wanted to be intimate with him. He had seen the way he looked at him; noted the times he reached out with the obvious intention to kiss him or draw him close, only to retreat before they could connect. Not that Bakugo was shy about touching him – currently being enclosed in his embrace was evidence enough of that. He didn’t hold back from hugging him, holding his hand, stroking his hair but anything that could be misconstrued as trying to initiate something deeper was withheld. He was waiting for Midoriya to take that one final step, to give him some kind of okay that that sort of thing was alright. 

Maybe that one little step was what he needed to take to get them closer to being able to talk about this whole weird situation. Something like that…it wasn’t something he was averse to. It was just embarrassing, having to be who get this whole thing started. Still, he did have to admit that this longing was starting to get to him. He wanted to touch him, he wanted to kiss him, he wanted to find out what it was like to go a lot further than a blowjob. Midoriya let his hand fall away from his face, his gaze returning to Bakugo’s slumbering face. He hesitated for a moment then slowly, so very slowly, so very careful, brushed the backs of his fingers along the curve of Bakugo’s cheek. Bakugo inhaled softly, shifted slightly but, to Midoriya’s relief, remained asleep. A little emboldened (though still cautious), Midoriya traced the line of his jaw, hesitating a moment more before gently running the pad of his thumb over Bakugo’s full lips. A jolt raced through him when Bakugo, still apparently asleep, lips pursued a little, pressing a barely there kiss to his thumb. Midoriya’s eyes widened. Heat flooded into his face. He dropped his hand away, his heart beating rapidly. 

Before he had time to compose himself, Bakugo’s eyes fluttered open. He inhaled deeply, blinking slowly in the morning light. Groaning softly, he mumbled, “What time is it?”

“Around seven.” Midoriya answered, breathing an internal sigh of relief that Bakugo hadn’t caught him. 

“Fuck.” Bakugo sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. He settled a bleary gaze on Midoriya, who was trying very hard not to look guilty, “What?”

“Huh?”

“You look like you wanna say something.” Bakugo searched his face a moment then continued, “So say it.”

Midoriya jolted a little, fresh heat pouring into his cheeks. What…what kind of face was he making right now?! He opened his mouth to reassure Bakugo that he didn’t have anything to say, this was just his face but stopped before any words could come out. He couldn’t keep chickening out. Bakugo wasn’t going to take that next step. He needed to be the one to do it, which meant he had to set aside his embarrassment. Midoriya drew in a deep breath. The heat in his cheeks intensified even further. His heart began to pound hard against his ribs. The tingling that had been lingering in his crotch ever since he woke up to find that hard heat rubbing against his butt sparked with fresh strength, spreading out to fill out the base of his belly. Bakugo cocked his head, his eyes narrowing. He quirked an eyebrow impatiently, giving Midoriya a look that clearly said ‘hurry it up’. 

He said the first thing that came to his mind, “Can…Can I kiss you?”

Bakugo’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. His jaw practically unhinged. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. The longer the seconds stretched on, the hotter Midoriya’s face became. It went on for so long that he began to think he had fucked up. Bakugo was staring at him with such shock, he couldn’t help but to think that he had misread the entire situation. He began to flail about internally, desperately trying to figure out what he should do – retract his request, play it off as a joke, make a mad dash for the kitchen. Before he could make his decision, Bakugo sighed harshly, covering his face with his hand. Midoriya jumped a little, his heart leaping up into his throat. 

“Jeez. What’re you asking first thing in the morning?” He grumbled, though Midoriya was relieved to find that he sounded flustered, rather than annoyed. 

“I…I’m sorry-“

Bakugo dropped his hand away to stare at Midoriya with a piercing gaze that sent a tingling shiver down his spine. Blowing out a hard breath through his nose, Bakugo abruptly pushed in closer, shoving his face into Midoriya’s. He automatically jerked back, only for Bakugo to clamp down on the back of his head, dragging him back. His muscular arm wrapped tightly around him, pulling them flushed together. The tips of their noses bumped together. Those bright red bore into him, holding him captive. All of the breath in his lungs vanished without even so much of a poof. A bolt of electric heat lazily slithered down his spine, inspiring his tingling cock to start to harden. Bakugo’s…Bakugo’s erection was…it…it was pressed right to his crotch! Hot…he was so hot down there. Midoriya’s cock began to twitch and harden. A teasing smirk tugged at the corners of Bakugo’s full lips. A spark of amusement ignited in his beautiful red eyes. Somehow, Midoriya’s face managed to burn even hotter. Oh…okay, he…he hadn’t really thought about how this would go. Not that he disliked it, it was just…a lot. This was a whole awful lot. 

“Well?” Bakugo rasped, “How long are you gonna keep me waiting?”

“Huh?” Midoriya squeaked. 

Bakugo sighed, rolling his eyes, “I’m saying it’s fine so get a move on already.”

O-Oh…yeah, he probably should’ve guessed that. Midoriya blinked hard. His gaze flickered down to Bakugo’s lips. He…he could kiss him. The thought alone sent a wild trill of excitement rolling through him. Ah…to hell with embarrassment! He’d been given permission; he wanted this so badly! Exhaling sharply, Midoriya surged forward, smooshing his lips to Bakugo’s. His eyes fluttered closed. He felt Bakugo jerk a little in surprise then he chuckled, pushing back into the kiss. It was a little clumsy at first as they both tried to find the best rhythm but they quickly melted into each other. Midoriya’s heart fluttered wildly. Drool pooled into his mouth. Fuck…it felt so good…Bakugo’s lips were so smooth against his own. This wasn’t his first kiss but it definitely made all the other ones he had in the past seem mediocre or just plain bad in comparison. A pleasant, golden fog began to cover his mind. The tips of his fingers and toes started to tingle. He pushed his fingers through Bakugo’s hair, marveling at how soft it was. His other hand went to Bakugo’s back, lazily trailing the tips of his fingers up and down his spine. This…it felt so good and right to touch him, to be close to him. 

He…he should’ve done this a long time ago. 

To his disappointment, Bakugo abruptly broke the kiss. Panting heavily, he moved backwards, running a hand over his mouth, “Okay, we need to stop.”

“W-Why?” Midoriya mumbled stupidly, his head spinning lazily. 

“I won’t be able to stop myself if we keep going.”

Midoriya blinked. It took a moment for him to register what Bakugo was saying. When he did, his cock went from half-hard to fully erect. That wanting need that had been plaguing him for weeks came rushing in, demanding that they uh, not stop here, thank you very much. He was moving before he realized it, reaching out to catch hold of Bakugo’s arms before he could get out of bed. Those bright red eyes swung around to look at him questioningly. Pulling in another deep breath, Midoriya braced himself then said, “I don’t wanna stop.”

“…huh?”

“I…I don’t want to stop. I want to keep going.” 

Bakugo stared at him for a moment before saying, “You realize what that means, right?”

Midoriya opened his mouth to respond then stopped. Instead of saying something, he took hold of one of Bakugo’s hands, lead it down to his crotch and pushed it flush against his very obvious erection. Bakugo’s breath audibly caught. His eyes widened. To Midoriya’s satisfaction, a rush of red flooded into his cheeks. Time seemed to slow down for a moment then everything was moving at a supersonic speed. The blankets were gone. He was flat on his back. Bakugo’s calloused fingers curled around the hem of his underwear, yanking them down to allow his fully erect, sopping wet cock to bounce free. There was no time to brace himself. In one swift movement, Bakugo was between his legs, stretching his mouth open wide to take his cock into his mouth. Incredible tight, wet heat enveloped his cock as Bakugo sunk all the way down his shaft without a hint of hesitation. Midoriya choked out a strangled moan, his hips straining up off the bed. His hands flew down to loosely curl into Bakugo’s soft hair. Pleasure radiated out from where Bakugo was sucking intently on his length. Wrapping his calloused fingers lightly around the base, Bakugo began to rapidly bob up and down. 

Loud, lewd slurps and squelches filled the room, punctuated by Midoriya’s heavy breathing and moans. His gaze was glued to Bakugo, greedily watching him as he devoured his cock. It was so strange…before, this pleasure had filled him with a terror, a shame that left him feeling shaky for days but now, he…he couldn’t get enough of it. It was like Bakugo instinctively knew where all his sweet spots were, knew just how much suction to apply to really make him writhe. His large hand roamed over his chest, belly and thighs before dipping down further to gently squeeze and rolls his balls in the warm, calloused palm of his hand. Midoriya’s hips bucked. A sharp cry rippled out of his throat. His mouth hung open as harsh, heavy pants poured out from between his lips. Cumming…cumming, cumming, cumming-! He was gonna cum already! Midoriya gritted his teeth together. Not yet-! He didn’t want it to be over yet! More-! More, more-! He wanted-! 

Bright, red eyes, blazing with a lusting, hazy heat flickered up to meet his. An electric shock raced through his body. The muscles in the base of his belly tensed up. A powerful tremble shook his already shaking legs. Clenching his eyes tightly shut, his head thrown back, Midoriya came, his hips straining up off the bed. Intense, buzzing pleasure burst out from his crotch, rushing throughout the rest of his body in a massive tidal wave of ecstasy. Stars burst to life in the darkness behind his closed eyes. His ears rung with the roar of blood rushing through his veins. His fingers curled tightly into Bakugo’s hair. He sunk all the way down, taking in every last inch of his cock, sucking eagerly to milk out every last drop. Distantly, Midoriya could feel him swallowing around his length – the realization sent his mind into a tail spin, squealing and wailing as a fresh wave of pleasure crashed over him. This…oh fuck, he could get addicted to this. Before, the first time they had done this had felt amazing but this…it was beyond incredible. It left him feeling a kind of satisfied that he didn’t knew existed. 

Panting heavily, Midoriya collapsed back down onto the bed. With a sated smirk, Bakugo pulled off his still rock hard cock with a loud, wet pop, giving the head a little kiss before sitting up. He wiped a hand across his mouth, his hazy, teasing gaze never leaving his face, “Did it feel good?”

“Y…yeah…” Midoriya gasped, nodding shakily. His gaze flickered down to Bakugo’s very obvious erection. A fresh pulse of heat burst to life in his pelvis. His cock twitched excitedly. Swallowing hard against the dryness in his throat, he tentatively reached out towards Bakugo’s crotch. Not just him…he didn’t want to be the only one feeling good. Bakugo…he wanted to make Bakugo cum too. He wanted…he wanted to touch, to taste-! He wanted to-! Bakugo grabbed hold of his arm, sending a jolt racing up from his wrist to his shoulder. Jumping slightly, Midoriya looked up confusedly. Smiling a little, Bakugo leaned down to press a soft, sweet kiss to his lips. 

“Not yet.” He whispered, gazing into Midoriya’s eyes, “Okay?”

“W…why?”

Instead of answering, Bakugo curled his hands around the side of his face, dragging him up into a deeper, more thorough kiss. Pushed down onto his back, Bakugo’s weight on top of him, Midoriya wanted to just melt into the kiss but dallied for a few moments. Why…why didn’t Bakugo want him to touch him? That…that certainly hadn’t been what he was expecting. Was he not making it obvious enough that he wanted to? Midoriya sighed, his eyes fluttering closed. Another question he was probably going to have to wait to get answered. It was frustrating but…this was good progress. It was one more step towards their relationship becoming more stable. If it took a little or a lot more time to fully work through this, that was okay with him. As long as he could stay here with Bakugo, he’d take all the time in the world.