Paralyzed (BakuDeku)

4

Katsuki sighed, glancing over to his left to lock eyes with the smiling greenette. He smiled as he listened to Izuku speak, red eyes trailing down to the cup the curly-haired male was holding. Their first date had gone wonderfully and had lasted longer than expected. The two ended up having lunch and dinner at the café before Izuku offered to show his home to the blond since Bakugou was curious to know how Midoriya got around during the day. 

"How far away is it again?" The blond nervously chuckled when his date stopped rambling for a second. 

"Just up ahead, the apartment complex with the blue siding." The greenette muttered, looking up to the red-eyed man. It was sundown, and the orange sky seemed to illuminate Katsuki's face just right - Izuku thought he looked super handsome in lighting like this. 

"It looks nice from the outside." Bakugou spoke, a smile tracing itself on his face. Izuku nodded, leading his wheelchair up the ramp to reach his front door. He pulled out his key from the side pocket of his bag, unlocking it before pushing it open. He quickly made his way inside, followed by the tall blond that took in his surroundings. 

Katsuki's mouth fell open as he stepped into the greenette's apartment, glancing around to the nice furniture and decorations. It looked just like the miniature houses you'd see in a Home Depot store, or in furniture magazines. There wasn't any flaws - no cracks in the walls, the floors were clean, no dust, nothing. It was absolutely beautiful. Though he didn't expect any less from an interior designer. 

"What do you think?" The freckled man giggled, turning to face the silent blond. Bakugou beamed a large smile, awkwardly shifting near the entrance.

"It's awesome, really nice. I get why you chose to be an interior designer, you're hella good at it." The tall man complimented. Izuku smiled and blushed at the compliment, feeling his heart flutter inside his chest. 

"Thank you." He whispered, looking down to his knees as he fiddled with his fingers. "You can come in, y'know? You don't have to just stand there. Let me make you some coffee or something." The young man offered, rolling into the kitchen to grab some kind of metal rod. Katsuki stepped forward into the apartment, watching his date use the tool to open the top cupboard and take out a cup. He watched, fascinated as the 23-year-old took his time to prepare a cup of coffee for him. Within a few minutes, Izuku handed him a steaming hot beverage and invited him to take a seat in the living room. 

Bakugou was quick to take a seat on the sofa, watching in amazement as the greenette easily hoisted himself from his wheelchair to the couch. The blond held his breath for a few seconds, debating on whether or not to ask the question he had been meaning to ask. He didn't know if he'd come across as rude by asking something of the sort, but he was too curious to hold it back. 

"Question." He mumbled, setting down his cup on the coffee table in front of him. 

"Answer." Midoriya retorqued with a smile, glancing over to crimson eyes. 

"Is there anything you miss doing?" He asked, lowering his eyes to the shorter man's feet. "Like... Something you used to do, but you can't do anymore?" He questioned, once again meeting emerald eyes. He watched as his date smiled wide, nodding. 

"Of course there is. I used to play baseball a lot before the accident, but I haven't really played since. My mom wouldn't let me and kept saying it was too dangerous for me to play sports in my condition. Once I moved out, I told myself I'd have more time to do whatever I wanted, but I'm pretty busy most of the time." He shrugged, tilting his head as he sipped on his coffee. A silence roamed as Midoriya felt his friend's glare upon him. He glanced to side after swallowing his final sip, smiling once more. "Is there anything else you wanted to ask?" He giggled. 

Bakugou's brows furrowed as he knew his next question was very personal. Though, as a man himself, he was curious to know. 

"Does everything still work? You know... Down there?" He muttered, unsure as he watched an amused smile take place on freckled features. 

"Of course." Izuku giggled. "I still work fine, down there." He continued, chuckling. "Like I said, when I got crushed, it was only mid-thigh. My muscles and nerves are only damaged here, and everything below that doesn't work properly." He finished, tapping a certain area on his left thigh. A silence roamed as Bakugou chuckled, thinking back at how stupid his question was. He glanced up to green eyes, unable to hide a smile as he admired his date's features. 

Midoriya was by far the prettiest man he had ever met.
Soft-looking curly hair and emerald green eyes. Dimples whenever he smiled, barely noticeable through the freckles covering his cheeks. A sharp jawline with a certain roundness to his face. Clean shaven, long eyelashes, plump lips. Everything about him was pretty. 

Yet, his body was the opposite. Katsuki found it hot - almost sexy. How chubby the greenette's thighs were and how he wouldn't complain if he was to be suffocated by them. How muscular the 23-year-old was. Faded abs and unnoticeable biceps that were only visible whenever Izuku flexed them.

Bakugou blinked as he watched the shorter man yawn, pausing a few minutes before hoisting himself back into his wheelchair. The blond immediately stood up, drinking down the last of his beverage before making his way towards the man's front door. 

"A-Ah, you're leaving already? You can stay a little longer if you'd like." Izuku immediately blurted, rolling himself towards his guest. Bakugou shrugged, fixing his shirt as he turned to face the seated man. 

"It's getting late. Besides, I gotta walk back to the café... My car is still parked there." He chuckled. He watched as a forced smile overcame Midoriya's features, making his feel guilty. He shifted, unsure as he leaned down. Catching emerald eyes with his own, he tilted Midoriya's head upwards as he leaned closer, quickly pressing his lips against Izuku's for a quick second. A silence roamed, and Katsuki leaned back again. 

"How about I show you my house, next time, hm? It's a piece of shit, compared to this, though." He winked, pressing his hand on the door handle. Izuku smiled, a blush covering his face as he nodded, knowing their next date would most likely bring a few more intimate moments. 

"I'd get to meet Ted?" He giggled, making Bakugou's brows furrow. 

"That's all you're excited about? Jeez." The blond laughed, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink as he watched a smile grow on Midoriya's face. "I'll text you, 'kay?" He muttered, deciding to lean down one last time. 

He pressed his lips against Izuku's, leaving them there a little longer as he pulled away briefly. A smile immediately made its way to his lips as freckled hands cupped his jawline, pulling him into another passionate kiss. The blond struggled to find the will to pull away, but eventually did before saying goodbye to the younger man. 

He liked Izuku, a lot. And wanted to go out with his again soon. Next week, maybe? He smiled at the thought of bringing Izuku to his home, even though his trailer didn't have much to offer and didn't look too good. His date was an interior designer, after all, which meant he'd probably have to clean up a bit before having him over. 

A large smile took place on the man's face as he walked towards the café, his car appearing on the horizon. All he really had to do was plan their activities for their second date. Easy.