Collision; part 2 [BakuDeku]

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I definitely struggled to write this one,

I don't know why, I just did and I am a

little bit scared that the overall story

isn't as good as I hoped it would be.

The end goal I set up for myself was to make the reader feel emotionally fucked up by the end so on this would be appreciated :)

Lastly, I don't want to see comments such as:

"I don't like this ship."

"This ship is stupid/doesn't make any sense."

"BakuDeku is toxic."

It's clearly stated which pairing the story

is about, if it's not your cup of tea get

yourself some coffee and leave this post.

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    • Words :: 4.823

    • Reading time :: 20-30 minutes

    • Writing time :: 1+ week

    • Cover :: Art // PSD

    • Characters ::

      Bakugo, Midoriya, Todoroki, Akuma [OC]

    • Tags :: Psychological, Romance, Comedy,

                    Angst, Drama

☢ WARNING ☢

The story touches on the subject of abuse,

suicide and the trauma that comes with it.

Mentions of blood and cursing.

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Collision; part 2

“You said to set up the alarm at quarter past 8!”

“I said I found a quarter and to get up at 8!”

Midoriya yelled back at Bakugo who was currently jumping around the open spaced living room, trying to fit into his pants with his undone white collar shirt flopping around his muscular torso.

Midoriya was packing Bakugo’s lunch while simultaneously keeping his eye on the coffee machine. The second the lunch and coffee-to-go were ready he rushed to Bakugo’s side, the blonde looking like he was ready to tear the black tie into tiny pieces.

“Here, let me do it.”

Midoriya placed the food into Bakugo’s hands and tied the silky material into a neat tie, fixing the two wrongly done buttons and adjusting the collar.

“Fuck!”

Bakugo cursed after he averted his eyes from Midoriya’s concentrated expression and glanced at the watch on his hand.

He should’ve been out of the building 2 minutes ago.

“What about the coat?!”

Midoriya yelled after Bakugo’s rushing figure.

“I got a spare one in the office!”

“Don’t forget about the meeting!”

By the time Midoriya finished his sentence, the door was already slammed.

The only thing missing in this scenario is a kiss on a cheek and a “have a nice day honey”.

Midoriya facepalmed himself when the thought crossed his mind, hiding his flustered face behind his hands.

He turned his attention to the small mess in the kitchen and went to clean it.

Surprisingly the whole living together thing wasn’t as hard as he expected it to be. Sure it was difficult at the start, both Bakugo and he avoided each other as much as they could, the few words they would exchange were tense and restrained.

However as the time went by things gradually changed, both of them adapted to each other’s habits and rhythm. Their conversations lasted longer, the flow of them being so natural that one would never imagine Midoriya being Bakugo’s ex punching bag.

He jumped a bit when the laundry machine went off, snapping him out of the dark place his mind went. Lately those thoughts seemed to be present more and more despite his efforts to ignore their existence.

With a hole in his stomach that drove away what little appetite he had early in the morning, Midoriya went to string up the laundry on the terrace that could probably house a family of five.

Despite living with Bakugo for almost 3 months now, he was still getting used to Bakugo’s rich lifestyle. Not that Bakugo cared much about that; it was something that came almost naturally with the Number Two spot.

The winter was slowly approaching and with that the temperature dropped, making Midoriya’s breath visible as he hanged the laundry.

That was one of the things that changed; he went from Bakugo’s underling to an unofficial housewife, due to the previous housekeeper quitting after Bakugo practically scared out her soul from her body.

Once he was done he approached the railing and leaned on it, the cold instantly reaching the bones of his skinny fingers.

The view from the terrace was usually breathtaking but it currently held a feeling of deep sadness, the far horizon was covered by a dim white fog that made it seem like there was nothing in the distance, just emptiness that seemed to stretch into forever.

… take a swan dive off the roof of the building.

The sudden memory felt like a punch to the stomach, making Midoriya clench his teeth and grip the cold railing while shutting his eyes, his staggered breath taken away by the wind.

He didn’t want to the past, just wanted to finally move on. And yet, once he was alone the memories of the past just kept coming, contradicting the new memories and moments he and Bakugo shared.

They were a constant reminder that an opportunity for them to get along always existed, but the past decided to remain a dark stain that refused to go away. No, not the past, it was Bakugo who settled on his past behavior.

Midoriya was truly on the edge; it was only a matter of time before the anguishing feelings he buried deep down came up and revealed the true nature of his being, shattering what little bonds he and Bakugo made.

He himself was confused by his feelings; he held a grudge but acted as if nothing happened despite thât having no point in the end once their paths separate for good.

Truly, the rational thing to do would be to lay it all out, to finally release all the anger that built up.

And yet, underneath all that anger and sorrow, he still cared about his connection to Bakugo and wished to maintain it.

Maybe I developed a Stockholm syndrome?

He let out a sigh while forming a painful smile.

Once the cold became unbearable he returned back into the building, trying to find something to occupy his mind from the fact that he was losing what little sanity he had left.

*   *   *   *   *

With only one punch the villain was out.

Well, if you could even call him that.

As far as Bakugo’s opinion was worth the guy currently lying down in the narrow alley was nothing but a lowlife thief who had nothing better to do than to rob old ladies.

He took a look at his watch; ten minutes until he needs to drag his ass back to his agency.

“Tsk, clean up this mess.”

He ordered one of the sidekicks that just ran into the alley.

The fact that he had to meet that half and half bastard really wasn’t doing any favors to his mood.

And he had a pretty good hunch on why he had to meet him in the first place.

The one month he and Deku originally had to spend together had long ed and the rumors began to surface again, not to mention that Akuma was breathing on his neck about that more than usual.

And it seemed that she took things into her own hands by involving Todoroki in it.

His face held a deadly expression, making the people in the agency’s hall spread out like cats who’d just been splashed with water.

He didn’t even bother to knock before walking into Akuma’s office, his manager not paying any attention to that as she continued typing.

“Oh would you look at that, you came on time.”

“Whatever.” Bakugo murmured while taking a seat “Where’s that bastard?”

“Had to take care of something, Number Three is as busy as you.”

She closed the laptop and placed her elbows on her desk, giving him a stern look.

“And just to clear out some stuff; he was the one who came to us but I plan on using him to clear out your… situation.”

“I can handle it myself!”

Bakugo was quick to fume.

“Oh really,” Akuma’s face hardened, getting a dark aura “then explain why haven’t you done anything about it so far? You’re not incapable; we both know you could have handled it one week after you two started living together and I’m honestly getting tired from running circles around this topic.”

Bakugo stood up and began pacing around the room, his palms warming up.

“Then, now, in five months, why does it matter ‘when’ I handle it?” he’s voice got quiet. “I just need to finish it at one point.”

“And when is that one point gonna happen?!” she stood up as well, the demon-like features starting to appear. “Media and your status aside, what are you hoping will come out of this huh? You think he’ll wake up one day and be like “oh wow he’s treating me so nice now, let’s just forget all those times he used me as a human rag!”

“Shut up!”

He ended up slamming his fist on the table, causing it to crack.

Despite Akuma’s full devil form she still looked disturbed by this action, taking a step back.

“Just-” Bakugo sighed and leaned on the shaky desk, lowering his head while taking a deep breath “Fuck.”

The silence of the room was interrupted by the sound of knocking and soon the door opened with a creak.

“Umm… am I interrupting something?”

*   *   *   *   *

Midoriya was starting to get a bit worried.

Usually Bakugo would get home around 6 PM and the clock was already close to 8 PM.

Midoriya kept checking the news to make sure that Bakugo wasn’t injured and ended up at the hospital but so far there was nothing. And calling wasn’t the safest option since Bakugo told him to directly him only in case of an emergency that involved potential death.

In his distressful housewife mode Midoriya ended up making Bakugo’s favorite meal just in case he had a bad day. Though, in Bakugo’s case, every other day was a bad day.

He ignored the flutter of his heart when he heard the door being unlocked and without thinking he headed towards them, a goofy smile on his face.

“You’re finally back, I was starting to get a little worr-” the smile from his face dropped when he saw that Bakugo had an irritated expression on his face and that he wasn't alone “-ied.”

It was one thing to see the Number Three in public and another in private while he stood awkwardly in the hallway.

“Oh wow something smells amazing!”

Akuma’s voice came from the back.

*   *   *   *   *

“Think you can do that?”

“Yeah, I have some people in mind that could be useful.”

Midoriya answered Akuma while finishing his bowl.

Good thing he ended up making so much food because Bakugo and the two extra guests had worked up an appetite.

Turns out that before all the details of Bakugo’s and Todoroki’s team up mission were settled both of them needed to get out on the field.

So they all ended up meeting at Bakugo’s place since he was practically starving and not even a snickers bar would help in that situation.

The overall dinner atmosphere was quite nice, most of the talking was done by Midoriya and Akuma, with Todoroki chirping in here and there. Bakugo would just make cocky remarks when his mouth wasn’t stuffed with food.

Midoriya glanced at Japan's Number Three Hero; turns out that the long haired man that sat opposite of him wasn’t as cold as people made him to be, he was just a bit socially awkward but surprisingly down to earth. Though his presence still made Midoriya’s old fanboy heart skip a beat.

“You guys want seconds?”

Midoriya asked them all once he noticed that they finished their shares.

He couldn’t help not to chuckle when all three silently handed him the empty bowls, Bakugo still chewing his share.

“This is really good,” Todoroki commented while preparing to take a bite out of the cold soba “I can’t the last time I had a homemade meal.”

“You’re not home often?”

Midoriya asked him while refilling Akuma’s bowl.

“Not as of recently, Hero duties and interviews have been piling up.”

Bakugo couldn’t help not to sneer at that.

“I’m surprised you can keep up.”

“I’m surprised you actually have a close friend.”

Todoroki fired back, though his tone suggested that he meant it as a simple statement.

“He’s not a friend and we’re not close.”

Bakugo let out a low grouch when the tip of Akuma’s heel made with his knee.

“Seriously?” Midoriya raised an eyebrow as he handed Bakugo his bowl “I make you dinner and this is the thanks I get.”

“Even if you left I can still cook for myself, don’t need you for that.”

Bakugo murmured, shamelessly digging into his food.

“I wouldn’t mind taking you in.”

Todoroki offered, unaware of the effect that sentence had on the currently flustered Midoriya.

“Well you can’t fucking have him!”

Bakugo practically growled.

“But you just said you don’t need him.”

“And you just said that you’re never home to eat!”

“What are you two like five!?”

Akuma’s voice was muffled by the noodle she stuffed into her left cheek, making her look like a squirrel.

She suddenly straightened up and pulled out her buzzing phone, swallowing the remaining food before letting out a displeased sound.

“I’m out, some extra work came up.”

“I’m gonna hit the shower,” Bakugo informed them while getting up and stretching “get out.”

The last part was directed towards Todoroki who was half done with his meal.

“Geez let him eat in peace, I’ll let him out.”

Midoriya let out a tired breath as he escorted Akuma to the hallway.

Bakugo walked away, mumbling something about a man having no peace in his own house.

Todoroki continued silently eating while Midoriya went to clean the kitchen, though some stuff will need to be left for tomorrow since sleep was already creeping on him.

“How far do you guys go?”

Todoroki asked, slowly finishing his meal.

“Middle school.”

“Has he changed much since then?”

Midoriya paused for a second, struggling not to drop a plate due to the memories that came.

“Well…” he cleared his throat, trying to stop his voice from shaking “he’s less aggressive.”

At that answer Todoroki began choking on his food and Midoriya rushed to his side with a glass of water, patting him on the back.

“Sorry,” Todoroki coughed, taking a sip of water “I can’t even imagine what his past self was like if he’s currently ‘less aggressive’.”

“So you come into my home uninvited,” Bakugo’s voice came from far behind their backs, “shit talk me while I’m not here and trying to make a move, real class you got there.”

The two turned around and were met with the sight of Bakugo standing at the living room entrance with nothing but grey sweatpants on and a white towel hanging around his neck, the water from his half-dried hair traveling down his toned muscular chest.

Midoriya quickly turned his blushed face, only to realize that his hand was still on Todoroki’s back and the other one on the table was covered by Todoroki’s hand, he himself probably unaware of this action.

In a second Midoriya pulled back his hands and went back behind the counter to finish washing the dishes.

Todoroki quickly but neatly finished his share of food, bringing the empty bowl to Midoriya like the gentleman he was before approaching Bakugo who was clearly eager to walk him out himself.

Once he was left alone Midoriya couldn’t help but worry about the conversation he and Todoroki had.

How much did Bakugo hear?

“Oi.”

Midoriya flinched at the sudden sound of Bakugo’s voice by his side.

Bakugo’s eyebrows narrowed at the flash of fear in the green eyes. It was hard to ignore the fact that Deku looked so vulnerable at that moment, his head tilted backwards in order to look at him and his scrawny body becoming stiff.

“Ah, sorry,” Midoriya tried to laugh it off, ignoring the fact that Bakugo was still half-naked and had a serious expression, “you scared me for a second.”

“We need to talk.”

The tone of Bakugo’s voice suggested a heavy topic, instantly triggering Midoriya’s fight-or-flight mode. He was sure the conversation would have nothing to do with the mission they were assigned.

“Can it wait until tomorrow?” he quickly dried his hands, already starting to walk away “I really want to get some shut-eye.”

“Hey!”

Without thinking, Bakugo grabbed him by his elbow, forcing him to turn around.

His hand went numb and he released his grip once he was faced by Midoriya’s expression he hadn’t seen since middle school.

“Just-” Midoriya lowered his face, trying to cover the terror written all over it but he couldn’t stop the shaking of his raised palms “tomorrow, okay?”

He threw a quick glance at Bakugo before storming away from him, hoping to isolate himself as soon as possible.

Bakugo on the other hand was experiencing a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time; panic.

The words felt as if they burned his throat yet he was trying to force them out.

“I’m sorr-”

“It’s fine!”

Midoriya cut him off, refusing to face him as he disappeared into the hallway to his room.

Bakugo shut his eyes and gripped the edge of the counter, trying to stop the shaking of his body.

This was not how it was supposed to go.

With gritted teeth he mentally screamed at himself, trying to figure out what the hell was he thinking when he decided to open his mouth, not even preparing himself for it.

He glanced at the table where Todoroki sat, the empty glass still on the table. He went to pick it up, boiling with each step he took.

The fact that he wanted what those two had for those few moments, and that he was aware of this longing was what made him so pissed. His grip on the glass tightened as he kept rewinding the images in his head.

Why the hell couldn’t he have that!?

“Fuck!”

He cursed through gritted teeth when the glass in his right hand shattered, cutting his palm.

He brought his hand to his chest, carefully loosening his grip, the shattered glass pieces covered in blood falling at his feet.

“…Fuck.”

He sighed as he watched the blood dripping down his elbow, the sound of it hitting the floor seemed louder then it should’ve been.

*   *   *   *   *

*2 weeks later*

Sitting in the far corner of Akuma’s office, Midoriya started to consider asking someone to open a window but his mouth felt so dry that every breath he took burned his throat.

His whole body was tense and the murmuring of the nervously walking staff was barely audible over the sound of his own heartbeat.

ing out from the lack of oxygen seemed like a good solution to end this situation.

What they thought was big turned out to be much bigger, like finding a maggot on the floor and discovering that a mouse was rotting away underneath your kitchen counter.

At first the thing Todoroki was handling was supposed to be a small drug operation but, after including Bakugo and him into the operation and asking the right people the right questions, they soon found out that it wasn’t just a small drug sale but a whole market of illegal possession, from weapons to quirk traffickers.

All those underground connections Midoriya made came in useful, especially since one source unintentionally revealed to them the time and place of the next big sale. Turns out that bad guys aren't really keeping tabs on the modern spy equipment.

“Tsk, C’mon.”

Akuma bit her nail while intensively staring at the walkie-talkie the police gave them.

Actually, all eyes were on the object, people in the room waiting to receive the news if the final operation went smoothly.

But with each ing minute the tension grew.

If all had gone as planned they should have received the news by now.

The thoughts of all the horrible scenarios in Midoriya’s head collectively froze once the walkie-talkie went on, Akuma swiftly grabbing it.

“Shits handled.”

was all that Bakugo said.

The once tense room exploded with euphoria, the voices mixing together in an excited shout and a sound of champagne being opened was heard.

Midoriya on the other hand felt like someone punched him in the stomach, the color from his already pale face getting completely drained.

It’s over.

The mission was complete, its success will be used as a cover up in order to preserve Bakugo’s publicity and they no longer needed to be in each other’s lives.

There was finally fresh air in his lungs.

Before he was fully aware of it he already left the building, running to get his already packed things from Bakugo’s place.

And then he’ll be running back to his old apartment in order to get all his other stuff.

After that comes running away to a new place.

And then more running as he’ll try to get away from everything.

In the last two weeks that’s all he had been doing; running.

The morning after that horrific attempted confrontation, Midoriya was doing all he could to avoid Bakugo; keeping himself busy with chores or his own work, excusing himself by saying that he had something to take care of but in reality he was just aimlessly walking the streets late at night until he was sure that Bakugo fell asleep.

The only time they were together was when they worked on the assigned mission but they always had someone with them, be it a sidekick, Akuma or Todoroki. And even before teaming up Midoriya made sure that he and Bakugo were never alone.

But Bakugo seemed persistent to talk to him with each ing day.

And after this mission Midoriya couldn’t help not to think that Bakugo will have no problem with using force in order to get them to talk.

*   *   *   *   *

He should’ve told someone to keep an eye on Deku.

This thought kept plucking Bakugo’s brain as he stormed out from Midoriya’s old apartment.

He did consider that Midoriya might make a run for it once the job was done but what he didn’t take into was that he’d be held back after wrapping up everything.

Akuma immediately wanted him to give a word to the press and the paperwork that came after seemed to last forever. Sprinkle in the procedure that came after catching the bad guys and Bakugo lost 6 hours.

He had to give some props to Deku; the guy knew how to disappear fast.

But it was only a matter of time before Bakugo finds him, his connections as the Number Two Hero stretched far and wide.

He stopped dead in his tracks; and what after he finds him?

Right now, with the media and Akuma thrown off his back, the situation was perfect. Especially since his troubling past literally ran away.

Then why the hell was he chasing after it?

His mind was back in reality when his phone started buzzing.

“What?!”

He yelled the question once he answered, not even looking at the caller’s ID.

“Umm… we found him.” He couldn’t which sidekick he was talking to after ing the words. “Would you like us to send you the address?”

He opened his mouth but no words came out.

His eyebrows narrowed; was this what he really wanted? To finally tackle the past?

More importantly, what about Midoriya?

How selfish would this be of him since he knew that Deku was deliberately avoiding this topic because of everything it carried with it?

“Boss? You there?”

*   *   *   *   *

“You can stop here.”

Midoriya informed the taxi driver and quickly got out once the vehicle stopped.

Call it paranoia but he decided to stop a few blocks away from his new temporary residence and continue on foot due to the fear of being found.

But he prepared in advance for this so everything should be alright.

He ignored the painful hole that seemed to spread in the middle of his chest as he mentally went over the stuff he’ll need to check on once he arrives.

If any of his belongings were left at Bakugo’s place then he might as well get a replacement since he wasn’t planning on going back.

His chest began aching again.

Bakugo…

He was so lost in his own pitiful thoughts that he didn’t even hear the steps behind him.

Suddenly he was grabbed by the hood of his jacket, forcing him to stumble backwards before being caught by the elbow and turned around, pressed against a figure whose shape was all too familiar.

“Found you.”

A dose of pride was present in Bakugo’s huffed voice.

Midoriya was paralyzed for a second before furiously trying to get away.

“Let me go!”

“Not until we talk!”

“Fine!” Midoriya managed to break away, taking a step back. “What do you want?!”

Bakugo opened his mouth but quickly closed them, obviously unsure on how to continue. And when he thought he finally found the right words he’d stop again.

“I can’t believe you.”

Midoriya huffed and began walking away.

But Bakugo grabbed him again.

“Stop running away!”

“And if I don’t?!” Midoriya jerked back his hand, not even bothering to suppress his anger “You’re gonna punch me?”

The words echoed throughout the empty streets, Bakugo feeling like he just received a slap.

“Shouldn’t be an issue for you.”

Midoriya couldn’t help not to whisper the last part, refusing to look at Bakugo.

“What the hell did you just say?”

“You heard me.”

The glare he threw Bakugo’s way was cold and filled with both rage and pain.

The pink elephant that they ignored so far wasn’t just making an escape from its cage; it was absolutely destroying it and everything else in its way to freedom.

“What the fuck do you want me to do?!” Bakugo snapped at him “Apologize?!”

“Yes!”

That simple word held so much emotion.

Midoriya’s throat felt torn as he gritted his teeth, hating the fact that even at this age his tears were quick to appear.

After making another expression as if he just received a slap, Bakugo lowered his head, seeming small despite his tall and strong build.

“…change anything.”

Midoriya had trouble understanding what he whispered.

“What?”

“I said it wouldn’t change anything!”

Bakugo snapped again, his own eyes filling with tears of frustration in the corners.

“You think I don’t regret it?! I do!”

He made a step towards Midoriya who was currently the one with the shocked expression.

“I wake up every damn morning thinking of the shit I’ve done and I go to sleep with the same thoughts!”

He rubbed his face in frustration as he paced around, trying to calm down.

He eventually stopped, his back turned to Midoriya.

“You know what’s the most difficult part?” he turned his head in order to properly look into Midoriya’s green eyes, “The fact that I can’t change the past, I can apologize as much as you like but that won’t change what I’ve done,” he turned back his head “there’s no meaning in apologising then .”

What he didn’t expect at that moment was that Midoriya would laugh; it wasn’t a cheerful laugh, but one filled with disbelief.

He turned around, hating the mess in which Midoriya’s face turned.

Anger took over Midoriya as he got close to Bakugo.

“It’s always about you isn’t it?”

Bakugo wasn’t expecting that response and Midoriya refused to give him time to recover.

“Everything was always about you; your pride,” Midoriya pushed his chest, making him step back from the shock, “your insecurities,” another push “you!”

The words he never had the courage to say were finally coming out.

“Even after I found out I was quirkless you still managed to make it about you and your superiority complex! And that one was there only to cover your inferiority complex!”

He didn’t care about the damage he was causing; he just wanted Bakugo to feel the same pain he did.

“Why the hell would you be threatened by a quirkless loser like me?!”

He shouted the last words but still wasn’t done.

“No meaning?! It means something to me!”

He punched his own chest, his vision becoming completely blurry from the tears.

The anger seemed to have melted away. Now only heartache remained as he spoke in a broken voice.

“After everything, isn’t the least I deserve an apology?”

Besides Midoriya's heavy breathing there were no other sounds around them. Midoriya furiously wiped his tears and began walking away from Bakugo who seemed to be frozen in place.

But after realizing that Midoriya was getting away Bakugo snapped back to reality and chased after him.

“Oi!”

Midoriya stopped in the middle of the road, turning around to face him.

Now that all that he held in for so long was finally out, the one thing he never had the courage to acknowledge begged to be let out as well.

And Midoriya had nothing else to lose.

“You know what's the most pitiful thing in all of this?”

Bakugo stopped right on the edge of the pavement, unsure how to react after hearing such an honestly painful tone and seeing a genuine, yet anguishing smile on Midoriya’s tear stained face.

“After everything you’ve done, I still lov-”

Have you ever had one of those nightmares where, no matter your efforts to run away and scream, your body just wouldn’t move, unable to escape the terror you were feeling?

That’s exactly how Midoriya felt when his sentence was caught off.

Things seemed to be in slow motion but he was aware of Bakugo’s expression turning from shocked to frightened when the lights appeared.

And somewhere in the background he was aware that Bakugo called out to him as he jumped towards him, his voice getting lost in the sound of the vehicle honking.

After that came the darkness of nothingness.