Orange Juice from Hell (Part 6)

Deku pulled Kacchan's face onto his chest, wrapping his strong arms around him. "Let's stayyyy layk dizzz forever...!"

"I wish we could." Kacchan smiled faintly, though there was no way for him to see it.

Even though it was pitch black, Deku searched for his bright scarlet eyes. And for some reason, it shone.

"Kacchan, are you still crying?"

"I'm not," He timidly hid his face on Deku's chest.

Deku cupped Kacchan's face, forcing him to look at him. Indeed, his eyes were moist. "Why are you crying?" He tried to sound soothing, but with his brazen mind, he just sounded like a slurring drunkard.

Kacchan hesitated. "I was afraid,"

"Why?"

"I was afraid that something would've happened to you because of me."

"But you prevented it, didn't you?" Deku rubbed their foreheads together. It was stupid and childish, yet it felt so intimate at that moment.

"Still," Kacchan insisted. "It wouldn't have happened to you in the first place if we didn't fight."

The moonlight shining down the window served as their only access to seeing each other's faces. They were buried under a thick Captain America-designed comforter, arms and limbs intertwined. Kacchan's breath felt cold against his skin, while his own smelled like that orange juice from straight from hell. They were sweating bullets and both their clothes were drenched in sweat. It was far from picturesque, it was far from perfect. Yet at that moment, like every moment he saw his face, Bakugo Katsuki was stunning.

"I love you,"

Kacchan squeaked.

"Deku, you're drunk." As if it wasn't so obvious.

"I am," Deku agreed. "But I already knew my feelings for you before I got drunk."

"I always knew you were gay," Kacchan teased.

"I always knew I was gay for you ever since we were young,"

There was a long pause as if it took a while for the blond to process such a revelation.

"Yeah, you'll forget about this in the morning." Kacchan nodded to himself, turning his back to him.

"How can you be so sure?" It was the perfect opportunity for spooning, so he did. "I've always dreamed of doing this to you."

"Do you fap to the idea of you spooning me?" Katsuki was shaking. He was literally shaking, yet he tried to hide it with the words that were supposed to set him off.

Of course, it did the exact opposite.

"I fap to the idea of doing various things with you." He sighed, burying his face in the curve of Kacchan's neck. "Like biting and sucking these small ears of yours," And Deku did, he nipped on the soft shell, eliciting a soft gasp from him. "Playing with these pink nipples," He proceeded to pull Kacchan's shirt up and tweaked those hardened vestigial glands.

"Fuck, Deku." Katsuki writhed against him.

"Yeah, I fap to you moaning my name." He chuckled.

Kacchan finally turned to face him. There was an amusing yet arousing expression on his face. "I won't be able to stop myself if you keep on teasing me."

"Then don't,"

And so Kacchan didn't.

He smacked their lips harshly together, both of them were sure it was going to leave bruises in the morning. Deku moaned as he felt Katsuki's soft warm tongue entering his mouth, his saliva tasted surprisingly sweet. Suddenly, he sucked on Deku's tongue and it was such an odd sensation that his arms unconsciously moved to push him away.

"Ah," Kacchan wiped the string of saliva off his face. "I'm sorry, was that--"

"It felt good." Deku blurted out, sitting up as he hid his heated freckled cheeks. "Just… Weird. But it felt good."

"Sorry," Kacchan tensed up, "You're probably too drunk to give consent. You--"

"We didn't even do anything yet,"

"Yet?" Kacchan raised a curved brow at the word.

Deku hummed as he pulled Kacchan down to the bed, using his chest as a pillow. "Let's sleep, I'm tired."

"Wha-- I'm still hard." Also, isn't that way too random?

"I don't care," he said in a muffled voice. "I wanna sleep."

Before Katsuki could protest, he heard a soft snore. He looked down and saw Midoriya sleeping soundly, drooling over his shirt like it was meant for that purpose. He sighed, wrapping his arm around him.

"Next time we do this, at least be sober."

Izuku sighed in agreement.

***

When morning came, so did his apocalyptic headache.

Long lashes fluttered open, only to regret it almost immediately as the pleasant morning light that was innocently passing through his un-curtained window fried his eyeballs dry in a matter of 3 seconds. Midoriya Izuku groaned, rolling on his stomach and covering his face with a pillow to hide from the sunlight that was haunting him in vengeance. Why was it haunting him? He wasn't sure himself, images of last night were just a blur and a clusterpool of jumbled events to him. Surely, he hadn't done something so vile to earn a headache that seemed like Satan and God had sex inside his skull, causing a nuclear explosion and obliterating every hemisphere in his brain until it was a mush of—

"Oh my God, I'm gonna hurl." The green-haired boy announced, his voice sounding too raspy even to his own ears.

He tried to sit up but every muscle in his body failed him and he immediately fell down on his pillow with a soft thud. It felt like some truck decided to run over him 5 times. His head felt like it was going to explode and his stomach was churning like bile wanted to escape from it like a freaking geyser of vomit, despair, and regret. He groaned, his stomach emitting odd sounds as if mocking him, stupid bitch this is what you get for doing that shit last night.

But what exactly did I do last night?

"You okay?" Bakugo Katsuki's voice echoed in the distance.

The voice sounded like it was at the far end of the room. Deku cleared out his mind and focused his senses (which he must say is an amazing feat in his current condition) to understand what the fuck was going on around him. Soon, he distinguished an aromatic scent of a freshly cooked meal lingering in the air and the sound of bedroom slippers tapping lightly on the tiles of the kitchen floor.

Kacchan was in the kitchen.

Some might find it odd, but yes, they have a kitchen in their room. In fact, now that he thought of it, their room seemed more like an apartment rather than a dorm room. But then again, a kitchen is just a small addition if you compared it to the money they have to shell out just to stay in this dormitory.

Against better judgment, Deku still groggily sat up, squinting against the morning light that was still adamant on blinding him. Fucking hell.

Kacchan seemed aware of his sufferings and called out from the kitchen. "There's a bucket on the side of your bed in case--"

Deku grabbed the container in the speed of light and began to vomit.

Vomit.

Vomit.

Vomit.

By the time he was done, Deku was absolutely sure he might've included his organs as well.

"God, you nasty, " Deku slowly raised his head only to see Kacchan magically beside him, making a face as he took the bucket from his hands. He offered an appreciative smile. Kacchan smiled back as he handed a couple of colorful ice pops. "Stop tilting your head to the side, you look like a lost puppy. It's just Pedialyte. You're gonna need that if you want that hangover to go."

Hangover and go were the cue words. Deku took the Pedialyte without missing a beat and began sucking out of it like a thirsty whore. Kacchan watched him with great interest (for some reason he doesn't know himself) until he finished the whole pack.

"You think you're ready to eat?" Kacchan asked, already pivoting his heels toward the kitchen.

"Curtains," Deku moaned.

"What?"

"Please close the curtains, Kacchan. My eyes are burning."

Katsuki chuckled. The sound of the curtains being pulled was often the source of discomfort to Deku's ears, but today it seemed like the pleasing sound of birds chirping in the wilderness. The penetrative light lessened as well, Deku let out a sigh of relief.

The blond man went to the kitchen and came back with a food tray in hand.

"Easy there, you might spill it." Kacchan went to Deku's bed and gingerly placed the tray. "Eat up."

The soup, which Deku identified as chicken rice porridge, was accompanied by a colorful glass of fruit juice and a single piece of banana.

This is the first time I'm gonna eat Kacchan's cooking, Deku thought. He realized belatedly that he said that out loud when he heard Kacchan laughing.

It sounded nice.

It wasn't like his usual arrogant laugh that was more of a fuck you sneer than a laugh. This one was genuine laughter. It was soft and calming, Deku would never have thought that he would use those two adjectives to describe Kacchan. But this was the reality he was currently facing: Kacchan's laughter was making Deku's insides tingle.

In the midst of his brain throbbing like Thanatos itself wanted to spring forth out of it, Kacchan's voice sounded nice.

"That's why you should savor it," Kacchan said, patting him affectionately on the head like he was some puppy or some sort. "This is one of the few times I'm willing to cook even if there's a fucking cafeteria on the first floor. Careful, it's hot." He added as Deku began to spoon it.

Deku purposely ignored the hand that treated him with tenderness, instead, he wordlessly ate and merely assumed that Kacchan woke up with a good start. Green eyes widened as he savored the warm and homey appetizer in his mouth. "It's good."

"Of course it is," Kacchan puffed his chest out, just like what he used to do when he was boasting back when they were kids. "what more can you expect from the amazing me?"

Deku internally cringed. He didn't understand why Kacchan was acting so kind. He tried recalling if he did anything particularly nice towards Kacchan in recent days, but the more he tried to think, the more his headache threatened to destroy his brain functions.

"So about yesterday," Bakugo awkwardly shifted his weight on Deku's bed. "I'm sorry."

This made him stop mid-slurp.

So something did happen yesterday…

Kacchan's eyebrows narrowed slightly, the shine in his eyes quickly died down and so did his mirthful grin.

"You… you don't remember last night, don't you?" Deku froze. Katsuki's pleasant expression morphed into his regular scowl in a matter of seconds. "I knew it."