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BNHA 

BakuDeku

Villain!Deku 

COW-T #12, w6, m3: “Ne abbiamo già parlato giovedì scorso, mi sembra.” (“We already talked about this last Thursday, I think”) 

1300 parole

When Bakugou woke up, he found himself tied to a chair. 

“I can’t believe you’re for real,” he sighed, resigned. “We already talked about this last Thursday, I think. You need silk if you want to tie me up.” 

Oh, for sure, he wouldn’t have been Bakugou if the first time he hadn’t yelled and screamed at him and threaten to do unspeakable things as soon as he could free himself. But that was the first time - and the second and the third and the sixteenth. 

By now it all felt a little pointless. 

“But, Kacchan, of course I am for real. Though your complaints have been noted silk is too easy to break through,” Deku chuckled, leaving the shadows where he had villainously bidden his time to make an entrance. “And now that I’ve got you exactly where I wanted you -” 

Katsuki would have facepalmed if only he had his hands free. Not the evil monologue cliché. Not again. 

“Listen, Deku, this is getting ridiculous,” and really, it was. 

The whole situation had been absurd from the start, if he had to be honest. His childhood friend, the one that had died in trying to save him from a Sludge villain when they were only fourteen, was not dead at all. No, he had been abducted and turned into a villain himself and now he was there, specifically targeting him. 

Katsuki could have understood it - he had been an asshole, he had bullied him and he was the reason Deku had been taken who knows where and had been subject to who knows what trauma. So, yes, it did make sense for Deku to hold a grudge against him, to want to make him suffer. It was payback and Bakugou was ready to take it, damn, he was even willing to embrace it - years of guilt and regret and remorse piling up, years of ‘I could have said’ and ‘I should have done’, years spent wearing himself off over books and training, growing into the number one hero for himself as much as for Deku, because his death was his fault and he needed to atone for it.

But Midoriya Izuku wasn’t dead, and somehow he wasn’t even mad at him.  

No, it wasn’t anger and vendetta what was prompting him, and at first Bakugou at been at loss. But then, among the useless mockery his friends subjected him to - ‘Oi, you’ve been kidnapped by your boyfriend, again?’, ’I hope this time you could spent some quality time together’, ’Damn, I’m so sorry we interrupted your date with our rescue’-  Mina had said something that had him actually start thinking. 

‘Oh, he’s so obsessed with you, it could almost be cute,’ she had said and Bakugou had had to suppress the need to explode her along with all his so called friends. 

‘Cute.’ 

‘Well, I suppose it is cute, for a villain. I mean he’s not really hurting you, but that’s setting the bar a little low, don’t you think? I know that’s probably the only way he knows how to express his feelings for you, but…’

‘Fuck, not you too!’

‘Look, I’m not making fun of you. Everything he does it’s to catch your attention. And you can’t tell me you couldn’t have freed yourself on your own at least a dozen times. Instead you have always waited for us to come, and I think it’s because deep down you want to solve things out with  your Deku.’ 

Well, it had taken him a few more kidnapping to realize that yes, maybe Ashido wasn’t completely wrong; and a few more to elaborate what he was feeling. 

In the end, Mina was right and, probably - even if he would have cut his own right arm before admitting it - the other bunch of idiots that were his friends were right too.

So this time he had some semblance of a curse of action, and it all started with a ‘Listen, Deku, this is getting ridiculous.’

Deku stilled in his track. “Ridiculous?” He sounded affronted.”You -” 

But whatever retort the villain was going to make was cut off. 

“Yes, ridiculous. Let’s just fuck and be done with it.”

“E- excuse me, w- what?” Deku spluttered, blushing adorably. 

Adorably. Really. How exactly did it take almost six months for Bakugou to get it? 

“You heard me.”
“But - uh - I - are you -? I mean -” Deku babbled. “Why?” 

“What kind of a fucking villain are you, uh, Deku?” Bakugou scoffed - damn it, could he have chosen a more obvious name? - and shrugged. “You don’t kill people, you don’t steal shit. Everything you do is just a rouse to get me on the scene so you can kidnap me and, when you do, you don’t even ask for a ransom, you don’t torture me or menace to kill me. Shit, you just kidnap me to talk, and honestly this is getting old. I get it, you’re obsessed with me, damn, I’ve been obsessed with you my whole life, so let’s just get over it and fuck.” 

Deku opened his mouth to object, but kept quiet. Katsuki could ear the gears mashing in his brain from where he was restrained. 

“Come on, Izuku. Don’t be stupid.” 

“It’s a trap.”
“No. It’s not.”

“Yes, because you would tell me, if it was. But it doesn’t make sense, because you wouldn’t distract me with something so trivial. No, you wouldn’t even bother with a trap, because you prefer to be direct, you usually punch villains in the face, subtlety is not your thing, and strategy is good only in an open battle, so…” 

Katsuki smiled and then laughed.

“What?” 

“Damn, it would be endearing if it wasn’t annoying as fuck.”

“Endearing?”
“I said what I said. Don’t fish for compliments, Deku.” 

“You really mean it!” 

“Duh.”  

“You aren’t doing this out of some kind of Stockholm syndrome, are you?” 

“Deku, are you stupid?”

The villain spluttered. “I - Kacchan!” 

“Before my friends come to the rescue, if you don’t fucking mind…” 

Deku shut his mouth. It was happening. It was really happening. 

He got closer, his mouth dry, his hands shaking a little, “Should I… free you?”
“Nah, leave it. It’s kinky.”
“For real?” Izuku asked, his cheeks reddening even more.

Then Katsuki strained his neck to capture his lips and silenced him. 

Finally! Bakugou thought, years of longing, of guilt and anguish and here they were, finally kissing, finally together. 

But then there was an explosion in the building. 

Deku’s head snapped to the door. “Your friends?” 

“Damn it!”

“I need to go,” Deku looked sorry. 

“I know.” 

Deku leaned to him and kissed him again, weaving with his hand the closet in the corner of the room to shift to block the door. 

“I bought us some time,” he said against his lips. 

“You have telekinesis?!” 

Izuku smiled sheepisly. “Well, yes.” 

“Then how is it that you’re never a threat?”

“I am a threat!” 

“Yes, to my sanity!” Katsuki scoffed. 

Izuku pouted, “Oh, fine, my bosses aren’t really pleased on how I’m handling things, but honestly, they just said, get up there and make some trouble. They weren’t that specific. And I have made some trouble.” 

The door shook on its hinges and Deku sighed. “I really have to go now. See you at the next kidnapping?” 

“Couldn’t you just ask me out? Like a normal person?”
Deku opened the window and turned to look at him, with a wicked smile, “When were we ever normal?” 

And then he was gone.