"What do you mean by that?" Izuku tried to shoot a glare towards the other male but the heat in his cheeks made everything seem less threatening. "You're --" he trailed off. Bakugou's words were replaying in his head, on a loop that seemed to dizzy the very ground he stood on. 'It takes one to know one.' Did that mean -

"So, you have a boyfriend or something?" Bakugou grazed by his implied question by asking another question. Izuku knew what he was doing but played along regardless. His own curiosity was burning as he watched Bakugou suddenly seemed a bit sheepish while looking everywhere but at Izuku. 

"No --" Izuku hummed, "Just crushes and stuff." It was still a bit uncomfortable to talk about this stuff. "What about you?" he asked, careful of any bad reaction he may receive from the blond. His gaze kept drifting towards the other male, wondering why Bakugou's face suddenly looked a bit pink. 

"I dated this one guy for a few months. Wasn't too serious, but s'what made me realize I was gay and not just bisexual or some shit," Bakugou shrugged his shoulders but Izuku could see his precarious body language. 

"Who was he?" Izuku asked. His curiosity festered. He hadn't met anyone else who openly accepted their deviant sexuality. To Izuku, being gay was different. People didn't just talk about it the way they did heterosexual relationships. 

"Kirishima -- from class," Bakugou shot back with a bit of annoyance dripping into his tone. Izuku watched the soft peach flesh roll between Bakugou's teeth. The thick tufts of hair that sat atop his head fell in front of his face while he focused a bit too hard on the wooden stage, avoiding Izuku's gaze.

"He looks like such a top," Izuku mumbled under his breath. Evidently he wasn't as quiet as he hoped, and Bakugou snapped his head up while shooting him a glare. A slight shimmer of amusement danced in his ruby eyes.

"S'one of the fuckin' reason we broke up, nerd! You piss me off just lookin' at you," he grumbled and Izuku clamped a hand over his mouth to muffle the fit of laughter that begged to bubble up.

"I'm -- I'm sorry! So, you're a -- umm," Izuku struggled to find the words for what he was trying to ask.  This conversation was something he couldn't begin to understand. What was happening? Why was he even asking this in the first place?

"A top," Bakugou filled in with a devilish smirk, and Izuku shyly nodded while darting his eyes away. He sucked in a deep breath, biting the inside of his cheek while he waited for Bakugou to snap at him for asking such things. 

However, Bakugou just chuckled at Izuku's expression. The freckled-male was so modest and was practically shrinking into himself as he spoke. It was quite adorable in the most sickening way, he thought. "One hundred percent," he answered with a smirk and watched the other's reaction. He thought Izuku's face would melt off if any more blood rushed to his cheeks.

"Figures," Izuku mumbled and quickly squealed again before covering his mouth in a heated rush. Bakugou only raised an eyebrow and shook his head.

"Fuckin bottom," Bakugou smirked and watched as the greenette flushed and rubbed at his face as if that would somehow hide how red his cheeks were getting.

"Well, yeah. I'm not a top. I mean, I've never done anything but I can't even imagine... That's not me," Izuku shuddered at the thought of being in control of any sort of intimate encounter. It just wasn't him. He didn't have the confidence. Onc again, Izuku was speaking without thinking about his words, and Bakugou just smirked before standing up walking in his direction. The bond held his hand out to help him up, and Izuku grabbed hold before being hoised to his feet.

"Well, you need to dance like you are a bottom and stop acting like a top," Bakugou said evenly while leaning into Izuku's face. The blond wrapped his arm around his waist, pulling them closer together in a quick motion.

"D-Dance like a 'b-bottom'?" Izuku stuttered and shivered as Bakugou's hand ran down his back in a sickly sweet way that had his toes curling. The blond stopped his motion only to give a small smack to Izuku ass. The greenette yelped and jumped away, shoving at Bakugou's chest with a heated glare. It only made him laugh. 

"Yes, from what I saw, you are being too -- not you," Bakugou smirked and walked off like nothing just happened; like he didn't just smack his ass as if he had no home training. Izuku wanted with a pointed glare as Bakugou went to the music and restarted it. "This time, be yourself," he instructed and waited for Izuku to take his position.

"Okay," he gave up his narrowed eyes to shoot a weak thumbs up. He closed his eyes and forced himself to relax as his mind reeled with questions. Bakugou was gay. That was something he never would have guessed. Izuku smirked and as the song hit it's first beat, he snapped his hand up and tossed back his head, dragging a single hand down his center. Izuku trailed his fingers over his chest before bringing his focus back to the center of the stage while looking forward to the next beat of the song.

His mind was thinking about what Bakugou had said. He was trying too hard to be something he wasn't. He was trying to be the one seducing and flirting through his dance, rather than telling the story of himself being the one seduced. Izuku grinned to himself as he felt the music beginning to make more sense to him now, and his body reacted in a way that felt right for once.

The beat dropped and Izuku's body moved gracefully to each beat. He dropped his body, squatting before bending at the waist and slowly rising from the hips up. He heard Bakugou let out a low whistle that made him blush. He kept going. 

The dance finished a solid minute later. When the music ended, Izuku was breathing hard and felt a bright smile pull at his lips. He relaxed slowly before turning around to looking at Bakugou for a reaction. The blond had a grin on his face that Izuku wasn't expecting to see. It made his heart thump and his stomach flutter. 

"That was a new you," Bakugou tutted and walked over to the center of the stage. "I have one tip though," Bakugou said, going back to being professional all of a sudden. Izuku bit his lip and nodded.

"Okay?" Izuku prompted, willing to take all the advice he could get from U.A's top student. 

"When you get to this part," he said and Izuku watched as Bakugou copied a dance move, the one where Izuku dropped into a squat and popped up by rolling his body back up with his hips. Izuku's eyes widened as he watched Bakugou do this, swallowing and trying not to stare anywhere remotely inappropriate. But it was hard not to when Bakugou's ass stuck out and his head tossed back in a seductive pose. 

"Y-Yes?" Izuku asked while trying to keep his voice even.

"You could add a bit more sass to it. When you drop down, part your legs some and let your elbows rest on your knees. Like this," Bakugou instructed and squatted down to place his elbows on his knees. Izuku copied the movement and the blond nodded. He was understanding what Bakugou meant. It added a bit of flirty sass to the movement.

"I see what you mean."

"You can always work on your facial expression as well. After you get that down, you'll be fine for your audition." Bakugou stood up and went over to the laptop, turning it off and closing it.

"Thank you for the help today -- and for talking," Izuku said as he walked over to grab his phone and key card to his dorm room.

"No problem. You can dance, kid. It would be a shame for you not to get into the program," Bakugou smirked and waved a bored 'goodbye' as he walked out the door. "See ya around, kid," Bakugou called out as he left. 

Izuku stood there, thinking about everything that just happened while his mind kept flashing back to one thing. Bakugou was gay -- and Izuku just outed himself to the school's most well-known student.

Izuku went to bed that night after taking a cold shower to calm his nerves. His dreams were finally coming true. He was about to have his chance to make it into the school of his dreams.