✨All These Years Later: A DekuBaku Thread✨

Bakugou has never known what happened to the little crybaby nerd that used to follow him around all the time. One day he was there, and the next day he was gone.

But now he's back again, and godDAMN did he grow up.
❗PART 1: MUST READ FIRST❗ https://twitter.com/maneatingmomma/status/1192482796096364545?s=19
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Top Deku, Bottom Bakugou, Kickboxer Deku, Businesman Bakugou, Big Buff Cheeto Puff Deku, Bakugou is Thirsty™, wing woman Ochako, Gay Disaster Bakugou, Almost Oblivious Deku, Semi-Public Sex, etc.
❗❗Here's the last tweet of the thread, which is where I will be continuing from https://twitter.com/maneatingmomma/status/1245343148307611649?s=19
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❗Begin (again)❗
"Holy shit is right," Deku snorts, waving at a few people that were leaving the gym. "I almost had a stroke the first time I met him and realized who he was. You would not /believe/ how skinny he is now."

"Okay, but how did physical therapy end with you owning a whole gym?"
"Well, how about we start with the beginning of how I came to own the gym?" Deku jokes.

"You're not as funny as you think you are," Katsuki replies, but his lips are tilting upwards a little.

Damnit.
"Agree to disagree," the man replies with a shrug as he stacks the lunchbox together and sets it to the side. "Anyways, one of the first things that All Might suggested when I found him was that I should go to America."

"You went to America?!"
"Yup! Stayed there for almost seven years. I spent the first part of it doing physical training with All Might, trying to actually work my body into something I could stand on. It was /not/ easy on almost completely shattered bones, either."
Katsuki winces.

"I can't imagine..."

"You really can't," Izuku hums. "Trust me, it's something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. But luckily, I had Yagi, and he's had his fair share of broken and shattered bones."
"I remember," Katsuki says with a soft huff. There wasn't an All Might fight he could remember that didn't end with some kind of injury.

"We traveled to a lot of states in America, and each place we went, I got stronger and stronger until I was who I am today."
And boy, did today look good on him.

"So once you we're better, I assume that's when All Might started training you," Katsuki says.

Deku scoffs loudly, rolling his eyes.

"You'd think so, right? But he /actually/ started training me our second year in America."
Katsuki gapes at him.

"You were injured still then!"

"Didn't stop him," the other replies with a shrug. "He had my bones checked by the doctors every month or so, and when they finally said it was okay, we trained."

"Jesus."
"Don't get me wrong! He wasn't like...abusive with it or anything," Deku assures him quickly. "We actually started off really small. Runs, light weight lifting, a new diet, that kind of thing. We didn't move on to the heavier stuff until about three years out."
"You stayed with him for a really long time, huh?" Katsuki asks curiously.

Deku nods. "I was. About ten years, I believe. Then again, I was never supposed to be trained by him."

"I thought you said he was your physical therapist."
"I said I was /looking/ for a physical therapist and found him. He was at the hospital where I was recovering, getting cancer treatments."

Katsuki 'ah's softly.

"We started talking during his dialysis treatments, and eventually he offered to take me on."
"/Why/?"

"I honestly, wholeheartedly do not know," Deku says with a shrug. "He always says that he saw himself in my eyes when we talked. But I never truly understood what that meant."

"Maybe All Might used to be a loser nerd like you," Katsuki jokes.
"/Anyways/," Deku replies with a teasing frown, "we spent many years in America, and we've even been to Korea. The only reason we decided to came back to Japan is because of the wedding."

"Wedding?"

"Yup. Yagi Toshinori and one Ms. Inko Midoroya."

Katsuki's jaw /drops/.
"No fucking /way/."

Deku grins, big and bright any downright fucking /smug/.

"That's right. You're looking at the soon to be /stepson/ of heavyweight kickboxing champion All Might."

"I deserve to punch you, holy /shit/, that is so fucking /cool/!"
"Isn't it?!" The other man squeals, and Katsuki is vividly reminded of their childhood. "I would have never believed it could happen! All Might is my new /dad/!"

"How?!"

"They said it just happened. Apparently they would spend hours on the phone together after I fell asleep."
"Wonder what else they were doing on the phone," Katsuki says with a wicked grin.

"Don't be gross. That's my mom," Deku responds with a grimace.

"Whatever. Moms have needs, too."

"Oh, but if I said /your/ mom and Dad probably go at it every /weekend/-."
"Stop, stop! I get your point," Katsuki immediately cuts in, waving a hand at him as his face turns a vague green.

Deku snickers loudly.

"So when are they getting married?"

"Few months from now," the man replies, standing and stretching with a loud groan.
Which immediately makes it that much harder to concentrate, but he's never been a quitter.

"But how did all of /that/ lead to you /owning/ All Might's kickboxing studio? You still haven't told me."

"/Technically/, I only own half of a kickboxing studio."
"That's still /half/ a kickboxing studio you didn't own last time I saw you."

Deku laughs.

"True. Well...when we came back, I realized I didn't know what to do. I had finished school online, and I've had a few odd jobs, but I didn't know what I truly wanted to pursue."
Katsuki nods. He remembers having the same struggle once he'd graduated himself.

"And when I told All Might about it, he decided to give me a purpose. Said that since I already had training, I should have no trouble teaching."

"Teaching?"
"Yup! I have a whole class of little kids I teach every weekend, and I teach a few teenagers I teach during after school hours, too. And to be honest, I've never been happier."

Well, fuck.

He looked happier, too. Miles away from the quiet, fearful little boy that he used to be.
Miles away from the quiet, fearful little boy that Katsuki had made him.

"I'm really glad that you're happy, Deku," he mumbles quietly, not meeting those bright green eyes. "You deserve that."

"Kacchan-."

"No! Let me-!" He huffs loudly, his hands clenching tightly.
"Let me fucking say this now, while I have the chance. I'm sorry, for the person that I was when we were younger. I don't have any excuse except for being a little shit who thought that the world shined out of his ass."

Deku lets him speak, staring at him with a serious face.
"You didn't deserve anything that I gave you, and you definitely didn't deserve to be looked down on by someone that you thought was your friend. I've always regretted the way that I treated you, and I always will. And I'm not asking for forgiveness. I just wanted to say sorry."
It's so quiet after he's done that he can hear their breathing over the loud pounding of his heart in his chest.

"You really grew up, huh Kacchan?" Izuku murmurs eventually.

Katsuki shrugs, crossing his clenched hands over his chest as he glares at the floor.
"Don't read into it. You're still a fucking nerd," he growls, but it has none of the old heat that it did when they were younger, which makes it easy for Izuku to toss his head back with a loud laugh.

It's nice.

He clears his throat loudly, looking off to the side.
"W-well, I better be heading out. Gotta go to work."

"I thought you were off today."

"I never said I was off. I said I was willing to bring you food."

"Well, in that case, it makes sense for me to offer to take you out to dinner."

Katsuki's head snaps up, red meeting green.
Deku is standing tall, no meekness is his stance. His face is calm and open, letting him see every emotion that's on his face.

Or rather, the one emotion that's on his face.

Hope.

"What do you say, Kacchan?" He asks softly, as if their the only two people in the world.
"Can I take you to dinner?"

Katsuki swallows thickly, his heart thundering in his chest as he clenches his sweaty fists.

"I-I think I would like that."

Izuku's smile is blinding.
❗️Beginning❗️ https://twitter.com/maneatingmomma/status/1192482796096364545?s=20
"Bro, I swear to fucking god if you throw another out of season shirt in my face-."

"God, why did I ask for your help?"

It's a few hours later now, and he's fresh out of one of the longest, most...ahem.../thorough/ showers he's taken in months.
On his bed is Camie, idly scrolling her phone while Katsuki throws shirt after shirt in the general direction of the floor, and in his computer chair is Shinsou looking /very/ amused at his panicked state.

"Look I just want an outfit that says I'm available, but not desperate."
"Okay, but you'd be lying," Shinsou replies, a smug grin stretching across his face.

Katsuki throws him the meanest glare he can muster while wrapped in a neon orange towel.

"I will feed you to my fucking dog."

"Do it."
"God, you're both idiots," Camir sighs, finally tossing her phone to the side and hopping up from the bed. But she doesn't go for the hangers in the closet.

Instead she reaches up, teetering on her stilettos, and pulls out a box that Katsuki hasn't thought of in years.
"Oh my fucking God, you absolute genius."

"I know it."

✨

"Damn, Bakubabe, you clean up /nice/."

"Don't I fucking know it," he responds with a shit eating smirk, turning this way and that way in the full length mirror mounted on the back of his bedroom door.
He hasn't worn this outfit in a /long/ time, but it still fits him like a fucking glove, even though the shirt is a little snug. A deep maroon color, silk, with a few buttons undone at the top, and a pair of his best ripped jeans that cupped and enhanced his ass just right.
Paired with a nice set of dress boots, he had the perfect outfit for both a casual dinner and something a little more...upscale than the norm.

Camie is smirking at him in the mirror, her hands on her hips.

"I don't think I've ever seen you go all out like this for someone."
"You never have, but that doesn't mean I haven't," he replies, finally stopping his admiration of himself to duck into the bathroom.

"Must be a pretty special guy," Shinsou calls.

"I don't know what you're implying," Katsuki replies with a sniff, reaching for his cologne.
A squirt to both wrists. Rub in. Smooth across the collar of the shirt. Never the neck. Kisses go on necks, and no one wants to taste cologne while getting busy.

Which is hopefully where this night will end.

"I'm not implying anything! I'm just curious!"
"/We're/ curious," Camie adds on.

"Yeah well, curiosity killed the fucking cat, now didn't it?"

"Maybe you should have satisfied it more, and it wouldn't have gone looking," Shinsou jokes.

"Why the fuck am I friends with you two?" he sighs into the bathroom mirror.
"As if anyone else could stand your ornery ass."

The sound of the doorbell cuts off his reply, immediately followed by twin shouts of, "I'LL GET IT!"

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE-!"

But they were already gone, both cackling madly down the stairs.
Katsuki curses, but decides to let it go to put the finishing touches on his hair before heading downstairs.

The first thing he notices when he gets to the landing is the complete /silence/.

He can't even hear Camie popping her gum.
Which means Deku must look fucking /hot/.

He inhales deeply, wondering what to do. If he goes down now, there's a good chance he could fall down the stairs when he looks at Deku. But he can't not look, because he wants to see his face when the man sees his outfit.
Sooooo...

He could peek.

Katsuki attached himself to the wall like some sort of growth and inches forward bit by bit, until he can see just downstairs where Izuku and his friends are standing.

Holy /God/.
Katsuki has to swallow a whimper, his eyes widening and greedily eating up every inch of what he can see.

Izuku had once again apparently poured himself into a pair of jeans. His legs were stretching the fabric to the absolute limit, as if one good lunge would rip them apart.
Unfortunately, his tattoos were covered, but Katsuki can't be too disappointed by that when he's seeing those big, strong arms wrapped in soft looking leather, a black turtle neck underneath molding to his chiseled abs, and his hair still pulled into that messy man bun.
Showing off that gold bar in his ear that Katsuki would love nothing more than to tease with his tongue.

He's standing, arms crossed, watching his friends with an almost amused air while he waits for the blond to come down.
Which he should probably do soon.

Fuck.

He steps back out of sight, pulling himself together and checking his chin for drool before holding his head high and turning the corner.

It's all worth it for the dark look of hunger that crosses the other's face when he sees him.
"I hope my house wasn't too hard to find," he says as he descends, all cocky smirks as if he wasn't just panting like a dog in heat at his mere presence.

Deku slowly shakes his head, his green eyes locked on swaying hips.

"Nothing I couldn't handle."
"Bet you could handle a lot with those arms," Camie mutters before Shinsou roughly jabs her with his elbow.

But Deku just grins slowly, his eyes jumping up to meet Katsuki's own.

"I suppose I can, huh?"

'Don't simp, don't simp, don't simp-!'
"So!" Shinsou says brightly with a clap of his hands that seems to startle the whole room. "Where are you kids off to?"

"Ah, it's a surprise," the taller man replies, going from sexy beast to happy puppy in the span of zero seconds.
It makes him feel like he can breathe again, and he quickly scoffs, rolling his eyes as he grabs his own jacket from the closet.

"It better not be some hole in the wall ramen shop or some shit. I deserve more than soggy noodles for dinner."
Izuku just laughs, and they all step out into the clear night air.

"No, no, nothing like that! Although for our next date, I would love to take you to my favorite spot! They have ramen that would even meet your standards!"

Next time.
Katsuki clenches his keys tight in his hand as he locks the door, giddy butterflies suddenly tornado-ing around his stomach.

No hesitation.

No question.

No shyness.

Just a firm and direct fact.

/Next time/.

There was going to be a next time.
He bites down on his inner cheek to keep from grinning maniacally as he turns around again, dropping his keys into his pocket.

"If you /earn/ a next time," he replies with a sniff and a turn of his nose.

"I plan on it," Izuku promises softly.

Fuck.
"Hey, Mr. Hot Man trying to live in my best friend's pants?"

Katsuki whips around to face Camie, who seems to have recovered from his silence in the house and is popping her gum just as steadily as always.

"I will destroy you," he hisses at her, his face flushing bright red
But Izuku just chuckles and turns to her.

HE DOESN'T EVEN DENY IT!

"Yes?"

"You drove here, right? Where's your car?"

Katsuki's head snaps up.

It's true.

There's no cars to be seen besides hers. The only vehicle currently in view is...
He chokes on his breath, his heart suddenly thundering in his chest.

And it only gets worse when Izuku steps up behind him, his body warm against his back and breath hot in his ear, making him almost vibrate out of his skin.

"Do you know how to ride, Kacchan...?"
It's a bike.

No.

Calling it a bike would be an insult to it's beauty.

It's a fucking work of art, sleek and sexy just like it's owner. The black is gleaming in the moonlight, beautifully offset by the bright green, curving designs that perfectly match Izuku's eyes.
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