MHA 2025!

Weeks turned into an agonizing crawl as Aizawa watched from the shadows. He saw the way Izuku flinched whenever Bakugo entered a room, the way Bakugo clenched his fists whenever Izuku spoke. He observed the forced smiles, the averted gazes, the deafening silence that permeated their every interaction. It was clear: something significant had fractured between them.

One day, during a particularly disastrous potions class, where Izuku accidentally turned his cauldron of bubbling brew into a rather odorous purple smoke, Aizawa reached his limit. He slammed his textbook shut, the sound echoing through the silent classroom.

"Midoriya! Bakugo! Detention! Tonight! My office! Until I say you can leave!"

A collective gasp filled the room. Izuku and Bakugo exchanged wide-eyed glances, a mixture of confusion and dread swirling in their eyes.

"But Aizawa-sensei!" Izuku protested weakly.

"No arguments," Aizawa said, his voice brooking no dissent. "Now, clean up this mess."

That night, the air in Aizawa's dimly lit office was thick with apprehension. Izuku fidgeted in his chair, his fingers picking nervously at the hem of his robes. Bakugo sat rigid, his jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on a spot on the wall.

"Do you… do you think he knows?" Izuku muttered, his voice barely a whisper.

Bakugo exploded (not literally, though Izuku wouldn't have been surprised), "This is bull shit! This is a waste of my damn time!"

Suddenly, a slip of parchment materialized on Izuku's desk, seemingly out of thin air. Scrawled across it in elegant script were the words: "In order to leave this room, confessions must be made."

Izuku's face flushed crimson. He stammered, "K-Kacchan… look..." He pushed the parchment towards Bakugo, who snatched it up and scanned the words with a furious scowl. With a frustrated growl, Bakugo blasted the paper into ash. Izuku flinched.

"Sorry," Bakugo muttered, his voice uncharacteristically subdued. He stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the wooden floor. 

He stalked towards Izuku, his eyes burning with an intensity that made Izuku's heart pound in his chest. Bakugo stopped mere inches away, his presence radiating heat and barely controlled energy. He reached out, his hand slamming against the wall, trapping Izuku between his arm and the cold stone.

"Do you want me to kiss you, Izuku?" Bakugo growled, his voice low and husky.

Izuku's blush deepened, his eyes wide and pleading. "I-I… yes," he whispered, the confession torn from his lips.

Bakugo didn't hesitate. He closed the distance between them, his lips crashing against Izuku's in a kiss that was both desperate and demanding. It was a kiss that had been building for weeks, fueled by unspoken desires and the frustration of unacknowledged feelings.

Izuku melted into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Bakugo's neck, his fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair. The kiss deepened, tongues dancing, breaths mingling, the air crackling with pent-up energy.

Bakugo pulled back, his eyes burning into Izuku's. He trailed kisses down his jawline, his hands roaming over Izuku's body, exploring every curve and plane. Izuku moaned softly, his body trembling with anticipation.

"M-more," Izuku whimpered, his voice barely audible.

Bakugo smirked. "Good," he breathed against Izuku's neck before spinning him around. He began kissing the nape of his neck

The following hours passed in a blur of heated touches, whispered moans, and desperate gasps. The air grew hotter, filled with the scent of sweat and longing.

Suddenly, the door to the office creaked open, and Aizawa stood silhouetted in the doorway, his expression unreadable. He surveyed the scene before him, his gaze lingering for a moment on the tangled bodies and flushed faces.

He sighed softly. "Alright, you two. That's enough. Go to your dorms."

Izuku and Bakugo scrambled apart, their faces burning with shame and embarrassment. They avoided each other's gaze as they stumbled out of the office, the weight of their actions hanging heavy in the air.

Outside, under the cloak of the moonlit sky, they stopped, a comfortable silence settling between them.

"So…" Izuku began tentatively, "what now?"

Bakugo shrugged, his eyes searching Izuku's. "We keep this to ourselves. In secret. Okay?"

Izuku nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Okay."

They lingered for a few more minutes, basking in the newfound peace and understanding between them, before parting ways, each heading towards their respective dorms.

Back in Gryffindor tower, Izuku was met with a barrage of questions from his worried friends. He brushed them off with a vague explanation about a study haul gone wrong, collapsing onto his bed with a contented sigh.

In the Slytherin dungeons, Bakugo offered a curt explanation about a typical detention, silencing any further inquiries with a withering glare. He lay in bed, a small smile gracing his lips as he drifted off to sleep.

The next day, the tension that had plagued the school seemed to have dissipated, replaced by an undercurrent of curiosity and speculation. Izuku and Bakugo continued their secret meetings, stealing moments whenever they could, their relationship blossoming in the shadows. The school, meanwhile, remained blissfully unaware, its inhabitants content to bask in the newfound peace, oblivious to the storm that was brewing beneath the surface.