12: Bakugo

I made sure Izuku was hidden behind the wall, keeping a hand over his mouth, and as the door opened, I tried to make it look like I was leaning against the wall. To my surprise, the one who had knocked was Uraraka, her hair a bit of a bedhead, and her clothes a little rumpled. "Are you busy?" I raised an eyebrow, and moved my hand downward, sliding it under Izuku's shirt. "Why?" "Because I wanted to warn you that Deku might have a crush on you." I tried not to smirk or chuckle as I felt Izuku squirming under my hand, which was tracing circles on his stomach. Although it was really hard. "Really? You think?" She nodded. "Well, I should probably get to sleep. I'm going to need some energy for the morning. Night, Bakugo!" Once she was gone, I closed the door, and sat on the bed, pulling Izuku down with me. I lost it and started laughing. Izuku flushed. "Oh, shut it, Kacchan." "What? I can't make fun of you?" I teased, still rubbing his stomach with one hand, and then placing the other on his waist. "K-kacchan-" He stuttered. "Yes?" I asked, smirking, and softly kissing his neck. "Ah-K-kacchan-stop, please-" He wasn't whispering, but he wasn't being loud enough for anyone else to hear, either. Finally, I sat back on my bed, and stopped kissing his neck. I removed my hands until he snuggled closer, his head on my chest, his arms around my waist. I then wrapped my arms around his waist, too, still smirking. "Did you enjoy that?" He didn't look at me. "M-maybe..." I chuckled, and kissed the top of his head, my eyes closed. "Night, Izuku." "Good night, Kacchan. I love you." I gave a soft smile. "I love you, too." Then, we were both out like a light.