Fists flew, blows were dodged with lighting speed, exhausted pants filled the room. A typical sparring between the young third years Katsuki and Izuku. They had always had a fire between them and a hard-set rivalry known by all to prove it. The neighborhood they grew up in together was past it's bloom only by a couple months, plunging Japan into a sickly hot summer. The mats under Bakugou's feet felt hot as he moved around, quick as a fox. Izuku, who stood shorter than his blonde counterpart, was used to the heat after a tour to the Southern United States last summer. He had attended it alone with his mentor slash father figure All Might, who he had idolized since a child. Also high in his sights had always been Katsuki. He was the most powerful, stubborn, hotheaded person Izuku knew and he adored him for it. 

Suddenly a strong hit landed right square on Katsuki's jaw, sending him tumbling to the sticky, humid mat. He groaned and flipped himself over, laying upwards. "I'm done, Deku." he said, Midoriya flopping down next to him with an exhausted huff. "Me too," he said, laying on his side. "Good work today, Kacchan!" he piped, a small smile on his reddened cheeks, small freckles peaking out. "Whatever, nerd." They both took a second to just lay there in the humid room, chests heaving in time for just a moment. Bakugou rolled on his side to match, his lips parted slightly. All he could do is just stare silently, the gaze quietly returned. 

"Tch, in this lighting you don't look so shitty.."

((Expect more bakudeku soon cuz y e s))