Deku

As Bakugo continued to play with my hair, I kept my eyes closed, and leaned into his touch, relaxing. I hadn't expected him to play with my hair-at all-but I, apparently, was letting him now. We didn't talk, but there was an unspoken understanding between us, it seemed. Like I had asked for some time to calm down and relax without talking, and Baakugo understood, trying to help me calm down. It was.....nice, actually.

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Unfortunately, our moment was ruined an hour later. I had finally calmed down, and was now sitting beside Bakugo instead, when a cloaked figure I knew busted through the window. Instantly, Bakugo stood, and dragged me behind him, scowling. The figure-or, Dabi, really-Toya?-looked at me. I looked back at him. "You need to come back for the plan, Midoriya. You can't stay with him." Bakugo glanced back at me. "What's he talking about, Deku?" I looked back and forth between the two. "Midoriya, don't make me do this." "Deku, what's shitty flames talking about?" I gave Bakugo an apologetic look. "Deku-" I slipped out from behind him, and made my way toward Dabi. "Deku!" I looked back at him. "I'm sorry, but, Kacchan, this-this is the only way to keep you and the others safe." Dabi gripped my wrist, and lead us back outside, to the hideout far from town.