Deku

My eyes fluttered open, and I winced at the sudden bright light, before getting used to it. I sat up and looked around. This isn't HQ...I thought, rubbing my head. "Izuku!" I jumped, and turned to my left, seeing a red-eyed, spiky-haired blonde sitting in a chair. His eyes and expression showed extreme worry, and concern, and-wait. I jumped out of the bed, and nearly fell, but gripped the railing at the same time Bakugo caught me. I scowled at him. "Let me go." "No. If I do, you'll fall again." He argued. I grumbled under my breath, and pushed him away, then stood, keeping a grip on the beds side railings. "I'm fine." "You passed out and we didn't know the reason. Don't say your fine!" "Well, you know the reason now, right? Since you just had to "rescue me" from Dabi?" "The doctors are still figuring it out. And I didn't have to. Izuku-" He grabbed my hand, looking into my eyes, his full of heartbreak. "I-I wanted to. It was a choice-" I yanked my hand from his, and scoffed, shaking my head. "Why would you even care about me? All you've done was be an asshole the whole time I tried being your friend!" Bakugos expression faded into shock, but I kept scowling, trying so hard not to cry. That was the old me. This is the new me. And the new me wasn't a crybaby. "I-Izuku-I only bullied you because I had feelings for you. And, at the time, I was scared. I didn't want to accept my feelings. Because I wasn't sure if you would accept them. But maybe, if I had told you, we wouldn't be here." Don't fall for it, the last time you did, he didn't mean it. He tricked you. I told myself, still scowling. The air grew with tension. And the silence only got louder. "Do you remember what you said to me before passing out again?" Bakugo asked, looking at the ground. I shook my head. "I told you that I loved you. That I really loved you. And you said you loved me, too." The memory came back to me faintly, but I stayed quiet, squeezing my eyes shut in anger. I couldn't think of anything to say. No mean comment. No witty remark. Nothing. Bakugo wrapped his arms around me, but I didn't notice, lost in my own little world. He was telling the truth, otherwise, I wouldn't have the memory. He loved me. I loved him. He loved me! And I loved him! He buried his head in my hair, and I noted how his shoulders were heaving, but he wasn't making a sound. Was he...crying? Like, actually crying? "K-kacchan..?" I stuttered, too shocked to move. "Shut it, n-nerd. Tell anyone a-and you'll be d-dead by morning." I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what I could do. All I knew is that I lost control. I wrapped my arms around him, and rubbed my hands up and down his back, hoping to soothe him.