17: Deku

I knew my face was red. I'd never let anyone hear me sing before-not even my mother. I always found it embarrassing to just stand in front of a crowd of people, sing until your lungs gave out, and then have them cheer for you. I also didn't really understand it. Anyway, I stared at Bakugo, who had now fully opened the door, a soft smile on his face. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't, standing there, frozen. "Izuku?" He took a few steps, and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me to his chest. "H-huh?" I stuttered out, breaking free from my trance. "You have a beautiful voice." I didn't say anything, a bit too flustered to, and after a beat of silence, he asked, "You wrote that, didn't you?" I gave a small nod. He chuckled, then ruffled my hair. "Its amazing! But you need some music to go with it." "Huh-uh, no, it's-I'm not-this isn't a real-" Apparently, my brain couldn't decide on what I should say. So, I clamped my mouth shut, and buried my face in his chest, whining from embarrassment. For a minute, we stayed like that. Not moving. Not talking. Only breathing. After a minute, Bakugo pulled back, and told me he'd be back in a minute. I tilted my head to the side as he exited the room, disappeared for about a good five minutes, and came back-with a guitar, a violin, and a computer. I raised my eyebrows at him. His cheeks turned pink. "I make music when I don't have anything to, um, do." He muttered, setting everything up. I smiled. "Then let's go for it, I guess?"