Izuku was standing on the stage. His body was tense as stood under the scrutinizing eyes of the top dancer at U.A. Bakugou pressed play on the track once more and Izuku closed his eyes as he moved his body into his starting position. 

Bakugou pressed play on the track and watched as Izuku began his dance. There was nothing extremely sexual about the dance. He had no real clue why Izuku was struggling so much. If anything, the dance was more so flirty and sensual. Izuku's body was tense as he moved. The choreography wasn't bad at all but he was going to ruin himself with the awkward movements. 

Izuku wanted to jump out a window somewhere as Bakugou watched him with narrowed eyes. Still, he'd rather see the blond's angry face over his reflection. The image of him like this was too much for even his own eyes to see -- let alone Bakugou to witness.

He had gone to Bakugou's room early with a metaphorical gun to his own head. He was losing his mind. It had been days after their class performance and all Izuku had been doing in his free time was work on his audition piece. It wasn't coming along at all. If anything, it was getting worse as his confidence began to dwindle along with his patience. 

"Stop," The blond barked out while pausing the music, "You're way too fuckin' tense. Start over," He demanded while Izuku instantly stopped what he was doing and huffed.

"This is what I am talking about," Izuku grumbled. His head was throbbing and his muscles ached. His body had not been prepared for such an intense schedule. He loved it, nonetheless and could never complain. It was better than being on the streets or in an orphanage. However, Izuku felt the tears sting in his eyes. He had such little time before his audition. If he messed this up, he would be back on the streets with nothing. This was his life -- his dream. He had nothing else. 

Bakugou sighed as he watched Izuku visibly deflate in his spot on stage. He walked over quietly while taking a deep breath. The role of teacher was never one he excelled at. Bakugou was more of a dictator, a 'do what I say, when I say, and how I say' type of person. He didn't know why he caved and decided to help the kid out. But when Izuku came to his door earlier with that dejected look on his face, he felt every ounce of restraint crumble. He was either going to hit the fool or help him -- and he really didn't feel like being expelled for violence. Or maybe he just really didn't like to see that sad look on Izuku's face. 

Bakugou stopped behind Izuku who had his head hung slightly. His shoulders were tense -- as well as his whole body. He looked like a kicked puppy and something about it made the blond sick to his stomach. He had never really cared about his other classmates -- other than Kirishima -- but for some reason, the sight of this boy's crumpled expression made him nervous. 

Bakugou took a deep breath before reaching one arm around Izuku's body. He placed a firm hand on the greenette's lower back while pressing the other to his stomach.

"Breathe," He instructed and felt Izuku suddenly suck in a shaky breath. He had soft muscles that tensed under his touch and Bakugou couldn't help the was his thoughts fixated on that small detail of Izuku's body.

"This isn't really helping," Izuku breathed out in barely a whisper. A fierce blush coated his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Bakugou would barely see as he looked in the mirror they were facing.  

"If you can't stand to be touched, or looked at, or made to feel these kinds of emotions, then there's no way you can actually pull this career off. I see how you dance. You dance from emotion -- a lot like me. I struggle with the softer, more romantic shit. You struggle with themes like passion and lust," Bakugou spoke and Izuku shuddered. His voice was right in his ear. He could feel the blond's hot breath against the shell of his ear. While looking in the mirror at their bodies, Izuku let his eyes drop to where Bakugou's hands were -- still firm on his stomach and lower back. The heat from his palms burned his skin; even through the fabric of his shirt.

"Yeah -- but it's a lot easier to express the softer emotions," Izuku sighed and tried to shift his focus away from Bakugou's hands on his body.  Instead, he focused on the way his own body looked in the mirror. He was too tense. Bakugou's warm hands weren't helping. 

"So emotions like love, desire, and passion are easier than lust?" Bakugou asked sarcastically and Izuku swallowed thickly. He wished the other would let him go already. It was hard to focus with someone standing so close. He could feel Bakugou pressed up behind him.

"Well -- no," Izuku sighed. "Love and desire aren't soft emotions. They are just, I don't know, talked about more? People show love in many ways. My mom is where I draw those emotions from. People don't openly talk sex," Izuku explained and it grew quiet between them for a few seconds before Bakugou pulled away and finally let go of him.

"Well -- we should talk about sex," Bakugou stated nonchalantly as he walked to the center of the stage.

"What!?" Izuku practically screamed and whirled around to face the blond who now wore an amused expression. His peach-colored lips were pressed together and quirked up in one corner. Izuku pressed a cool hand to his burning cheeks.

"I'm serious," Bakguou shrugged. "Sit. We're gonna talk,"

"Of course we are," Izuku grumbled.

"Isn't it normal for guys to talk about sex?" Bakugou smirked and flopped down on the stage. He motioned for Izuku to sit with him and watched with amused eyes as the greenette turned all different shades of red. 

Izuku felt his anxiety spike. There was no way he could talk about sex with Bakugou! He barely knew the guy! Izuku had never had guy friends to talk gossip with. Plus -- nobody even knew he was gay. Even worse than the embarrassment from being forced to talk about this with a practical stranger -- he had to deal with the fact that he already found the blond attractive. There was no need to bring up sex with him!

"Sit," Bakugou said again and Izuku reluctantly dropped beside the blond with an annoyed groan.

"Do we have to do this? It's embarrassing," Izuku mumbled while U.A. Dance Acadamy's top student gave him a lazy shrug.

"S'your problem. You aren't comfortable with your sexuality. If you were, then it would be easier to express your sexuality," Bakugou stated and Izuku's eyes widened at the accuracy of the other's statement. He was uncomfortable with his sexuality. Izuku had come to the conclusion that he was gay at the young age of 12. When most boys were hitting puberty and developing playground crushes, Izuku was blushing in the boy's locker rooms and pitifully crushing on the other boys in the group home.

"Am I correct?" Bakugou asked, snapping Izuku out of his thoughts with a straight face and Izuku blushed but jerked his head in a single nod.

"Yeah -- I guess," He replied and leaned back, holding himself up with his palms pressed into the stage behind him.

"Well, let's talk. You wanna make it here, right? Then it's time to get out of your comfort zone," Bakugou pressed while Izuku pulled a hand up to his face and rubbed in a desperate attempt to force the redness away.

"Whatever," Izuku sighed and finally sat up fully. He crossed his legs under him and rubbed his clammy hands over the fabric covering his legs. Izuku choked on nothing but air when Bakugou spoke up again.

"You're a virgin, right?"There was a lilt of amusement in his eyes and tone. Izuku's face went right back to being red as he spluttered over his reply. "I take that as a yes." The blond smirked.

"Yeah, okay, so what!? Are you?" Izuku asked. He felt those uncomfortable pins in his core as Bakguou watched him with those intense eyes. He was getting annoyed at being teased by the blond. They were both just teenagers -- who was Bakugou to try and make him feel bad for being a virgin.

"Yep," Bakugou replied plainly and Izuku blanched, shocked. He didn't know what he was expecting from the blond, but it sure as hell wasn't that.

"I just -- I just didn't think you would be," Izuku murmured mainly to himself but Bakugou raised an eyebrow. The greenette rolled his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched Bakugou eyeing him with pointed curiosity. He never knew what the other was thinking. Bakugou's face was always some variation of angry and serious.

"Why's that?"

"Because you're like -- well -- that!" Izuku waved his hands towards Bakugou with a nervous laugh. Izuku would have been lying if he tried to deny that he thought the other was extremely attractive. Bakugou's whole attitude and aesthetic screamed 'sexy' and 'danger'. Bakugou was a heartbreak waiting to happen. Attractive or not, Izuku wasn't ready to sign himself up for another loss.

"Thanks, I guess," Bakugou chuckled and rolled his eyes, "So -- ever had a girlfriend or whatever?" He continued to question while picking fuzz off his joggers. Izuku looked down at his hands and caught his lip between his teeth again. Was he really about to answer that question? For a second, Izuku was about to correct him. No -- Izuku never had a girlfriend. He never had a boyfriend either.

"N-No," Izuku stuttered as his eyes darted around for something to distract himself from this conversation. He caught sight of Bakugou, who still had a blank expression, in the mirrored wall across from them.

The blond looked at ease. His shirtless body was softly illuminated in the stage lights. Izuku took a deep breath and decided to just come out with it. the worst thing that could happen was that Bakugou could be disgusted and tell everyone. The best-case scenario was that the blond would just not care. He wanted to succeed here more than he cared about what people thought about him.

"I'm -- gay?" Izuku replied. His voice quivered and pitched his statement as more of a question. He then rubbed his face again as he released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Izuku heard a deep chuckle that made his head snap up in surprise. The freckled-male gave a sharp glare to the boy beside him. "Don't laugh!" He hissed and Bakugou just waved his hands in defeat while stifling his laughter.

"M'not laughing at you. Just figured, s'all," Bakugou chuckled and Izuku's mouth dropped open slightly. Izuku shook his head and forced a short breath from his lungs. His eyes snapped over to the blond and mused over his expression. He didn't seem disgusted.

"H-How?" Izuku pursed his lips and cocked an eyebrow. Bakugou let a playful smile dance across his face while he shrugged.

"It takes one to know one, I guess. It ain't hard to tell."