He's Perfect | Bakudeku

Chapter Two: K-Kacchan?!

Thanks to Not_A_Stalker_8471 SquirrelInCheese lenn2001 and todobakudeku_is_life for reading my trash... Also, swear warning. 'Cause, y'know, Bakuboi is salty asf. XD

Izuku's POV

A week has passed since the "Tea Incident" and Izuku hasn't visited the café since. He kept thinking about the red-eyed boy and felt an odd desperation well up inside him. I have to see him again...

It was Saturday morning, once again, and he considered his current situation. Homework or coffee? he questioned himself.

Coffee.

He quickly changed out of his pajamas and into his old baby blue hoodie from last Saturday. He didn't have any clean sweatpants so he settled for some worn jeans. They were embarassingly tight but, luckly, his hoodie stopped mid-thigh. He grabbed his phone, keys, etc. and headed out to the café.

(Ten minutes later...)

Izuku walked into the coffee shop, the delicious smells reaching his nose. He grinned to himself and gazed around the room. No one else was here, even behind the counter. He knew the door wouldn't be unlocked if no one was in for work. Izuku furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and walked up to the counter.

"Anyone home?" The curious boy called out, not really expecting an answer.

He heard a groan and two doors that lead into the back opened, revealing a boy rubbing his head in frustration.

Izuku recognized the boy as Bakugo, the guy from the "Tea Incident". He nervously took a few steps back, hoping Bakugo wouldn't notice him.

"First, goddamn Round Face texts me at four in the fucking morning telling me its my turn to open up," the ashen-blonde growled, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "Then, the shitty coffee machine breaks. Now, I'm tryna fix the damn thing and YOU DECIDE TO PITTER-PATTER IN HERE LIKE Y--" he flicked his eyes open, his dark, crimson pools full of rage. Izuku flinched in fear. Bakugo looked like he was going to continue yelling, but then a look of realization washed over his angry expression.

"What the hell are you doing here, you damn bush?" He questioned accusingly and Izuku felt a shiver run down his spine again.

"S-Sorry, Bakugo-kun! I-I-I was just--"

Bakugo leaned in to Izuku, their noses touching. Izuku couldn't help but blush at the blonde boy being so close. He heard a low growl erupted from Bakugo's throat.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" He asked, even though it wasn't much of a question. "A little runt like you shouldn't call me by my name. Who gave you the fucking right?"

"I-I'm sorry!" Izuku managed to say. "I didn't mean to--"

Bakugo pulled away and gave Izuku a stone cold glare. "Just don't fucking to it again, you damn idiot. Now, what the hell do you want?"

That's a good question...

"I..." Izuku began. "I'm... I'm not sure..."

Bakugo's POV

"If you don't fucking want anything, I'll be on my fucking way then." Bakugo turned and began to walk back to the supply room. He suddenly felt something warm enclose his hands. He paused and looked down at his hand, only to see another hand holding his own. His eyes trailed up from the hand to their arm, shoulder, neck, and then face. Fucking green bean?!

"What the hell do you think you're doing, shitty loser?"

The green-haired boy's cheeks turned a shade of pink. "Please, let me help you today," He muttered as he averted his eyes. "I-I can help you fix the coffee machine. Or.. um.." He moved his eyes away from the floor and back to Bakugo's eyes. "But if I can't be of any use to you, p-please tell me your full name!" He squeezed his green eyes shut, probably bracing himself for Bakugo's yelling.

"I'm Bakugo Katsuki," the blonde replied calmly, still adding a bit of edge to his voice so this damn green-bean wouldn't think he was soft.

The other boy opened his eyes, his green orbs sparkling with curiousity. He's too fucking adorable, Bakugo thought.

"I-I'm Izuku Midoriya," he stammered.

"Y'think I give a damn what your name is?" Bakugo shot back. "And I don't need your help!"

Izuku visibly flinched and Bakugo felt his heart shatter. Shit, am I being too harsh?

"O-Oh.." Izuku stammered. "Sorry.."

"Stop fucking apologizing. Its annoying as shit."

"Sorry!" He apologized again.

Bakugo pulled his hand away from Izuku's grasp and rubbed his head in frustration. "Damn it..." he cursed. One more minute around this nerd, and I'm gonna get a splitting headache.

"Was it you?" Izuku asked.

"What the hell are you talking about, loser?"

"Last Saturday.. was it you who gave me that tea?"

Izuku's POV

Izuku, what the heck are you doing asking him a question like that?!?!

Bakugo's glare grew more intense and Izuku shifted nervously.

"So what if I did, shit-rag?"

Izuku couldn't help but grin. "B-Because it tasted amazing, so I wanted to ask if you could make me another one! It wasn't like anything I've ever had before. I'll pay for it, I promise!" He giggled.

He heard Bakugo grunt in response. "Fine. But only if you help with with that shitty ass coffee machine!"

Bakugo's POV

Izuku's grin simply widened, his cheeks turning rosy once again. "Alright, I'll try to help. Thanks, Kacchan!"

What the hell? K-Kacchan?!