I'm better.

So many memories.

"I'm home," Tsuki mumbled to herself as she slipped off her shoes at the door. Bakugo shut the door behind them before hunching over and untying his shoes. He stood up and pressed the tip of his foot against his opposite heel, kicking off his other shoe. He stepped forward and looked around the living room.

"Smells nice," he thought, looking at the familiar scenery. "New couch too."

"Has anyone told you that you have a knack for saying things that are completely insensitive?" Tsuki spun around with her arms crossed and glared at him.

Bakugo smiled at her. "Yes, actually. All the time."

She sighed rubbing at her arm.

"I'm sorry," she said after a while.

Bakugo sighed and walked over to her couch, where he plopped himself down and sat back, placing his feet on the coffee table. He looked over at her, a small crease forming between his eyebrows.

"This is stupid," he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Tsuki looked over at him and sighed, placing her face in her hands. "I'm sorry."

A flush ran up Bakugo's neck, and a vein bulged. "Hey," he called out, his voice more gentle than before. "Come over here." He patted the cushion next to him.

Tsuki looked up and walked over to the couch. She stood in front of Bakugo for a long moment. He stared at her, the tips of his ears flushing red, and his chin twitched.

"I feel so confused," she whispered, touching her head. "Akai was with me for so long." She sat down quietly. Bakugo felt his heart skip a beat at the mention of the deceased moon god. He placed his elbow on the armrest and pressed his cheek against his fist, giving Tsuki his full attention. "I not only had his strength, but I had his confidence too."

"Did having his curse affect her mind?" he wondered. "Did they share souls?"

"It's like I lost a part of myself that day," she said quietly. "I can't hear heartbeats anymore either ... the world is so ... quiet."

Bakugo's eyes widened. "She can't hear heartbeats anymore?" His hands felt lightly clammy.

"After your fight with Akai and everything, I just don't have it in me to fight anymore." Her voice was shaky.

Bakugo lifted his face off his fist and looked at her, concerned. "What do you mean?"

She looked at Bakugo, defeated, her eyebrows twitching together. "I don't want to be a hero anymore."

Bakugo stared at her in utter shock. "What?" His voice was harsh. "You—huh?"

Tsuki flinched, looking at the small distance between her knee and his thigh, the positioning on the couch. She twisted the ring on her index finger. "I can't." She shook her head. "I'm nothing now."

Bakugo furrowed his eyebrows at her and shifted his body to face her completely. "What the hell are you talking about? You're nothing? You can't? You're the same woman that decimated an entire army unconscious. You're the same girl that defeated the top students at U-A without even using her quirk." He leaned forward, his voice growing more aggressive. "If you don't wanna be a hero, then don't. But don't use some pathetic excuse like you can't for your reason." He angrily shook his head, turning away from her. "You always pull that crap—like you're not good enough, like I'm better." He crossed his arms and eyed her. "You're such a pain in my ass." He palmed his forehead, massaging his temples.

"I'm so—"

"Quit apologizing," he warned through gritted teeth. "It's pissing me off."

Tsuki sighed, feeling the urge to say sorry again. She looked at the ground. "But what if I hold you back? I can't train with you the way I used to—"

"Oh," he groaned. "Cut the crap." He slapped his thighs. "You're not some stupid burden." He crossed his arms, looking away from her. "You're not going to hold me back or whatever."

Tsuki stared at him, her face heating up. "Look at him trying to reassure me." She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the ends, and tilted her head at him. More than anything she wanted to believe in the words he had just said. Bakugo looked at her for a long moment before he grabbed his lower jaw, shyly.

"Keep saying crap like that and I'll murder you."

Tsuki nodded; she sat forward and threw her arms around Bakugo's neck.

"Er—" he stammered, his arms hovering awkwardly over her body. Tsuki's body shoved him backward into the cushion. Bakugo's body began to heat; he slowly placed his hands on her lower back, rubbing down to her waist and up to her shoulder blades. He nestled his cheek on the top of her head, inhaling the familiar smell of her shampoo.

"Thank you, Katsuki."

He mumbled a "you're welcome" as she pulled away from him. He stayed in his position, sprawled into the corner crevice of the couch. Tsuki sat up, shyly hugging her arms to herself. Her shirt had shifted; her collar was half down her shoulder, exposing the upper lining of her collarbone. Bakugo's eyes trekked the entirety of her torso, shamelessly admiring every attribute she possessed. He sat up straighter, placing his open palm on the cushion next to her knee. Her body slid lightly closer toward him. He leaned forward and looked at her carefully.

"Your hair's gotten so long," he said after a beat. His hand hesitated before he grabbed a few locks of her hair. "So many memories." He leaned closer and kissed her hair. He tilted his head to the side to look at her. She stood still, as if breathing would cause the tension to break.

Tsuki's eyes locked onto his, a silent command that echoed in every fiber of her being. Her heart felt like it was about exploded gazing into Bakugo's expression. Like he needed her. Like he was pleading, she leaned closer and clutched a fistful of his shirt. In that instant, all hesitation dissolved into the, now, lack of space between them. Her hand gripped his shirt gently, she suddenly tugged at his shirt; drawing him closer, the back of his collar digging into the nape of his neck, he let out a noise. His eyes widening in surprise while she captured him in a kiss. Her lips met his with an urgency that spoke of unspoken yearning—soft yet commanding. Every touch of their mouths was electric, causing deep and uneven palpations in their chests. Bakugo's hands instinctively found their way to her waist, lifting her up and closer, pressing her body into his—practically lifting her onto his lap. He groaned quietly between their periodically parting lips as the kiss deepened, hugging her closer as if she were part of his skin.

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Authors note: Don't say I never fed you guys with scenes.