That's not how I planned it

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"You will most likely sleep in the same room only centimeters apart, wearing not much more than a simple yukata", she didn't stopped cooking, but was clearly focusing on her son and his reactions. Considering what her goal probably was, she didn't got disappointed.

Bakugous eyes widened and he could feel the blood rushing in his head. He hadn't thought about the trip that much. He simply saw it as an opportunity.

I won't be able to get any fucking sleep. He already knew that he would be occupied with watching Midoriya. After all he was already doing that wide awake and the only thing stopping him from doing it all the time were other people around. If they were all sleeping, though, there would be no one to notice.

"And he will be all hot from the bath with flushed skin", Bakugous mother wasn't finished, to her sons horror, "speaking of bathes. He will take off all his clothes in the changing room, getting all naked in plain view. Then splashing water over his body to clean and walking dripping wet to the hot spring to soak in the water, sitting right next to you", by now she was trying to hold back a laughter at the sight of her sons dismay.

Bakugous face was as red as never before, his mouth open as if he wanted to say something but all words got stuck in his throat. His mind was overloading with images and ideas he didn't even knew he was able to produce.
He hadn't even thought about the sleeping arrangement, of course he hadn't thought about the bathing situations either.

The images of Deku leaning in to kiss Bakugou were already enough for him, but all these vanished instantly to make space for way more, for the lack of words, 'hotter' images.

Midoriya taking off all his clothes while never breaking eye contact with Bakugou. With each layer of cloth he got closer to Bakugou until there was nothing left to take off.

A already naked Midoriya closing in to a just as naked Bakugou spread out on his bed, waiting.

A scene at the hot springs. Midoriya looking over his shoulder while taking of his towel around his waist and sending an inviting glance to Bakugou before submerging into the hot water.

Even though Bakugou was unable to imagine all of this completely, for the lack of actual knowing how Midoriya looked naked, it was still the most graphical, sexual images he ever thought of. With how red his face was it was surprising that he still had enough blood to go southwards instead up.

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, what is she talking about? What the fuck am I thinking about? I will never be able to lock Deku in the face without thinking of him like this. Bakugous nerves laid blank. Not only was he thinking about stuff he never even considered before, his body was reacting to these thoughts quite lively. And god, was he happy that he was sitting with his lower body under the table.

He was so lost in his thoughts, that he barely noticed his mother laughing at his obvious display of shock. Even if he had taken notice of it more clearly, he couldn't care the moment. This situation was remembering him at the time he first thought about Midoriya and him kissing, with the feeling intensified not measurable. Back then he was denying that he wanted to get an actual relationship with Midoriya, this time though he already came to terms with that. Nonetheless he still had to come to terms with this new package his mom delivered to his mind.

I do want to fucking kiss him, so naturally I want a relationship. He started to reason in his head with the last coherent thoughts he was able to bring up. I know that relationships mostly end in ... sex, at some point. Bakugou really was quite innocent in this regard. So, if I want a relationship with Deku, I also want to have ... want to sleep with him? In his head it sounded a bit like a question. A question his mind and body had answered the moment is mother had talked about a naked Midoriya. Yes, yes he definitely wanted to sleep with him.