Notes: Thanks so much for the love! I go into panic mode every time I put out a chapter. Then I see the love that you send and it makes me so happy and I can keep writing. You're all so nice! Thanks again!

Okay, names are gonna be kinda weird here, but I think it's easy enough to follow. I call the kids by their family names (it's been that way from the beginning, so no surprises there) and the parents by their given names.

Also, I know nothing about Japanese drug stores. But then again, this story isn't known for being accurate by any means.

Secret Touch 18

Inko threw her arms around Midoriya. "How's my baby boy?"

"Mom, not in front of Kacchan," the freckled teen said with an embarrassed smile. He hugged his mother anyway. "I'm fine. Besides, it hasn't been that long since I saw you. I just came to visit you yesterday."

"What are you two doing here?" Bakugou asked his own mother. His hands were still in his pockets and he looked disinterested.

"I asked you first. Shouldn't a teacher be here with you?" Mitsuki asked.

Midoriya's eyes widened and he looked at Bakugou out of the corner of his eye. (I knew it. They suspect something already. I knew we should've at least gotten permission to leave.)

"It's a dorm, not a prison," Bakugou told his mother.

Mitsuki grabbed Bakugou by the ear and pulled him closer to her. "Don't get smart with me, you little shit. I asked you a question. What are you doing here?"

"Dammit! Let me go, you old hag," the blond student said.

Bakugou's half-hearted attempts to evade his mother almost made Midoriya laugh out loud. That is, until his own mother spoke up. "So, Izuku. What brings you two here?"

Midoriya tried to fight against the panic that clawed at his facial features, but he could already feel his eyes stretching to twice their size. "Um... We, uh." Should he tell his mother about the quirk he's had all this time? He'd been tempted to do so when they had breakfast together yesterday, but he could never find a way to bring it up. And even if he did, what would he tell her about it? Could he tell his own mother that he had a lust-triggered quirk that was awakened when he had a wet dream about his male childhood friend? And then what? Tell her that he was here with that male childhood friend shopping for goods that would prepare them for sex, which they hoped would help gain control over said quirk? That was all a little too complicated on multiple levels. His eyes darted toward his blond friend for a split second, then focused on his mother again. "We...we came to get something to help tame my...hair."

"It does look a little wilder than usual," Inko said, running her fingers through her son's unruly locks.

Mitsuki let go of her own son's ear and put her hands on her hips. "I hope you're getting something for this one too. His hair's always been unmanageable."

Bakugou looked at Mitsuki's hair and his face contorted into some sort of mock comedy mask. "Seriously?"

Mitsuki gave her son a look that could part the ocean and to Midoriya's surprise Bakugou's expression became a little worried.

"B-by the way, what brings you two here? There are drug stores that are much closer to home than this place, right?" Midoriya asked nervously.

"That's true. But our usual drug store was out of the medicine we were looking for. They told us to try here," Inko said.

"Medicine? Is everything okay?" the freckled boy asked.

"Everything's fine. Masaru has a cold and he's only allowed to take a specific brand of cold medicine. I wanted some company while I shopped and Inko's been lonely ever since you've been away," Mitsuki said to Midoriya. She looked at Bakugou harshly. "And if you ever called home or visited like your friend here, you would've known about your father's health."

Midoriya didn't want to be painted as some kind of saint. He did enjoy visiting his mother as often as he could, but it was nothing to brag about.

"Call or visit? Like I care," Bakugou murmured.

"Anyway, it's nothing serious, so you don't have to worry," Mitsuki said.

"Who's worried?" Bakugou asked her.

Midoriya chuckled. He always thought that the way the Bakugous interacted with each other was entertaining. They had a weird way of showing their feelings. Now that he thought about it, Bakugou was the very definition of unconventional when it came to his feelings. He even tended to treat his closest friends poorly, yet there was something about him that made everyone gravitate back toward him. Maybe that was why Midoriya couldn't seem to stay away from him. No matter how crappy his personality was, he would always find his way back to the blond.

Now that Bakugou was being a little nicer to him, Midoriya found himself even more attracted to his friend. He found himself wanting to be around the blond more and more. He wanted them to talk more. He wanted them to train together. He wanted them to study together too. Kirishima was so lucky...

"Deku," Bakugou said quietly. "You're staring."

Midoriya had indeed been caught in a daze, gazing openly at Bakugou. And Bakugou's cheeks and ears had started to turn pink. The freckled teen looked away and thankfully his mother and Mitsuki were talking to each other about something at the moment.

"Izuku, honey. It looks like you've been getting hurt at school again. Is everything okay?" His mother had startled him with the question and she started to move closer to him.

"What? No, I'm fine. I haven't been hurt," Midoriya said.

Inko put her fingers on Midoriya's neck and took a closer look at it. "My goodness. I'm used to you coming home with bruised arms, but this is new. What in the world happened?"

Midoriya became flushed and flustered and he began sputtering incoherently.

Mitsuki smirked as she looked Midoriya over as well. "My, those look interesting."

The freckled teen's brain shut down and he covered his neck with his hands, still babbling nonsense. Just a bunch of sounds with no real structure.

Bakugou spoke up quickly. "It came about because of a quirk. Nothing to worry about."

(Nice wording! That was exactly what happened! It basically covers everything without telling them that it was actually my quirk that started it and without telling them that we were the ones who did it to each other. You're so amazing, Kacchan!) Midoriya thought.

"Oh, I see. And this quirk got both of you?" Mitsuki asked, sounding unconvinced.

Bakugou shoved his hands into his pockets and looked away. "It's harmless."

"Are they bruises or rashes? We should probably get you boys some rash cream," Inko said, taking Midoriya's hand. "Come on. I know a good brand."

Inko and Mitsuki kindly helped the boys pick out rash cream for their 'quirk incident' and some hair care products to help with Midoriya's untameable mane. Then they found Masaru's cold medicine and paid for it all.

"You boys were lucky we were here. Some of these things are expensive," Inko said, a broad smile on her face.

"Yeah. Not to mention we can give you guys a ride back to the dorm," Mitsuki added.

"We don't need a ride," Bakugou said. "The dorm is a ten minute walk from here."

"We know. But I'd feel a lot better knowing that you're both safely back where you belong," Inko said.

Midoriya wanted to protest, but the ladies seemed to have made up their minds. Bakugou, on the other hand, continued to protest.

"Nothing's gonna happen in ten minutes," the blond student said. "There aren't even any corners or alleyways. It's a straight shot. We can walk back to the dorms by ourselves."

The freckled teen had a feeling that he was just trying to get rid of the moms so they could go back inside the drug store and shop for the items they came for. He had to admit that he wanted to finish shopping too.

"Don't talk back, Katsuki! After everything that happened to make dorms necessary, you should be the last person to complain. We're taking you back," Mitsuki said.

"Tch!"

"Don't 'tch' me! I've had just about enough of your attitude!"

Midoriya watched Bakugou shove his hands into his pockets and stare at the ground as they all headed toward Mitsuki's car.

Once they all piled in Inko turned in her seat and smiled at the boys in the back seat. "It's so nice to see that you two are getting along again. Things were so terrible between you two for so long, I thought that you'd never be friends again. Now you're out shopping together."

Bakugou made a show of staring pointedly out of his window and remained quiet.

(Should I say something? I feel like if I don't, Mom'll think we're not really getting along,) Midoriya thought.

"And Katsuki's even helping you with your hair, Izuku. Did you tell him thank you?" Inko went on.

Midoriya looked at Bakugou out of the corner of his eye. It was true that the blond student was helping him, but not in the way his mother thought. And to be honest, he didn't remember whether he'd actually thanked Bakugou or not. "Th-thanks for all your help, Kacchan," he said quietly.

Bakugou didn't turn toward him or say anything, but Midoriya saw his ears turn bright red. Was the blond angry that he was thanking him? Was he embarrassed?

Mitsuki glanced in her rearview mirror at the boys and giggled. "They're way too awkward right now, Inko. Give it a little time and those two are gonna be inseparable again."

Midoriya got out of the car, hugging the drug store bag to his chest, and breathed a sigh of relief. He and Bakugou were standing in front of the dorm once again with only shampoo, conditioner, hair gel and rash cream to show for their efforts. They hadn't succeeded at purchasing what they'd gone to the drug store for, but at least they'd escaped the moms without being found out. That was all thanks to Bakugou's quick thinking. What would Midoriya have done without him?

Once the ladies were on their way, the freckled teen looked at his friend and cringed. Bakugou's face was flaming red and had taken on a form he hadn't seen since the sports festival.

"That fucking harpy ruined everything!"

He didn't want to make a scene in front of the dorm. There was already surveillance all over the place, so they'd probably get into trouble anyway, but making a scene on top of it would just get them into more trouble. "Okay, okay. Calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down. This is all your fault, you know. You and your stupid secret horny fucking quirk. We need to hurry and get that thing under control."

Midoriya didn't want to talk about this outside. There was no telling how much of their conversation could be heard by the surveillance system either. "Come on, Kacchan. Let's just go inside." He tightened his hug on their bag and headed toward the entrance.

"We can always just head back over there, you know. Our moms are gone."

"Let's not risk it, okay? Let's just wait until tomorrow."

Bakugou stepped off of the sidewalk and dug his heel into the grass, his hands shoved into his pockets all the while. " 'Wait until tomorrow'. That's easy for you to say. You don't have to put up with that horny quirk's bullshit."

Thankfully the blond had spoken quietly, but Midoriya heard every word he said. "Can we not talk about this out in public. Let's just go to my room. We can talk about it there."

"Tch!" With that, Bakugou started marching toward the dorm.

His idea had been to take Bakugou to his dorm room and calmly talk to him about a new course of action. Going to the drug store after school tomorrow and picking up the things they would need. And then putting the things they would need to use. Whether or not doing something like that on a school day was a good idea, he didn't know. Then again, their first idea was to take care of it today. Tomorrow was a school day anyway, so technically, it was still a school day.

And Midoriya was fully aware that he'd given the blond permission to do him first, but now he kinda wanted to take it back. He got a real charge out of the way his friend reacted any time he or his quirk would attack Bakugou. And what had the taller teen said earlier today?

'I was stuck in bed early this morning because your stupid quirk ran wild' he remembered Bakugou saying.

('Stuck in bed', huh? What did Kacchan mean by that?)

"Dammit, Nerdface. Keep your quirk to yourself," Bakugou said as he opened the door.

Thinking back to molesting Bakugou's chest had caused his quirk to activate again. Midoriya cleared his mind and took a deep breath. He could control his Secret Touch if he concentrated more. If he kept his mind out of the gutter. He just needed more practice. Or he just needed to become un-horny.

Unfortunately, Aizawa was standing at the doorway waiting for them as soon as they came inside. "Why is it that you two can't seem to obey a simple rule? Don't leave the dorm without permission."

"Sorry, Mr. Aizawa." Midoriya held up the bag of drug store products. "We just needed a few things."

The teacher rolled his eyes. "I see. Well, you'll still have to be punished. Everyday this week after school you'll both have a class with me to review the rules and regulations of dorm life."

"Tch!"

The freckled teen frowned. "But I have appointments three days a week with a psychiatrist."

"I'm aware of your situation, Midoriya, but try to understand the position this puts me in. Letting such an offense go unpunished would be negligent. Unfortunately, you'll have to cancel your appointments and resume them next week," Aizawa said.

Midoriya hung his head and hugged the bag to his chest once again. "Y-yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

"Rules and regulations my ass!" Bakugou slammed Midoriya's door after they both walked into the room. He quickly whipped out his phone and tapped haphazardly on its screen.

"Kacchan, please calm down. The entire floor probably heard that," Midoriya said. "Besides, we knew the risks when we left without permission." He took a seat at his desk as he placed the bag on it. "I just wasn't expecting Mr. Aizawa to catch us in the act or hand out a punishment like that."

It was obvious that the older teen wasn't paying attention. The blond continued to peck away at his phone, his expression becoming angrier and angrier. "Fucking Glasses and fucking Roundface!"

Midoriya just watched as Bakugou nearly exploded his own phone while he typed. If the blond was texting someone, he was definitely using excessive exclamation points and angry emojis. (Why is he bringing up Iida and Uraraka?)

Before the freckled teen could go off into a muttering fit, Bakugou marched over to Midoriya's bed and plopped down on it, slamming his phone down beside him. "Two of the biggest idiots in Class 1-A now know exactly what's going on thanks to your idiot friends."

It took a few moments for Midoriya to process what Bakugou was saying. As a matter of fact, he wasn't really understanding what Bakugou was getting at. "Wh-what? You mean Uraraka and Iida told Kaminari and Kirishima about us?"

"Yeah. Why'd you have to go and tell those two everything?"

"I didn't tell them anything. They guessed and I couldn't really deny it." Midoriya pointed to the hickeys on his neck. "Besides, if I told them something, they wouldn't go around telling other people what I told them. They're not like that." Not to mention that he had a secret that he could use against them too. Not that he would.

Bakugou narrowed his eyes at the younger teen. "Well, it sure sounded like you told them everything. Kirishima was going on and on about it."

"Maybe he just connected the dots. What did you tell him about when we were going to the drug store? What did you mean when you said 'Kirishima's gonna help us out'?"

"First of all, Kirishima's a moron. He wouldn't know how to connect dots. And all I told him was that we were gonna get some stuff. Once we bought it, I was gonna blast my way up to his window and hand it to him. He was just gonna hold onto it until I came to pick it up. The rest was none of his business."

(That sounds super shady, Kacchan,) Midoriya thought. "They must've had a follow-up meeting after Kaminari and Kirishima talked to you. Maybe they compared information."

"None of this would be happening if you weren't such a fucking pushover."

The green-haired student sighed. "Sorry."

"There you go again, being a fucking pushover."

Midoriya rolled his eyes, then rolled his desk chair closer to where the blond was seated on his bed. He still couldn't get over how comfortable Bakugou was in his room. Shouldn't Midoriya be the one sitting on his own bed while the blond sat in his chair?

"Kacchan," he said quietly, looking his blond friend right in the eyes. "Exactly how much do they know?"

"They said we must be 'kiss friends' or some such shit," Bakugou said, mimicking Midoriya's volume. "Tch! Why the hell are we whispering?"

(To be honest, we probably should've been whispering from the start.) Midoriya leaned a little closer to his friend and lowered his voice even more. "What does that mean? 'Kiss friends'?" It sounded like what he was looking for. He wanted a name for the kind of relationship they had, but 'friends' wasn't quite it. Maybe this 'kiss friend' thing was exactly what he was looking for. Though if the name were to be taken literally, he'd have to say that they were a little bit past that level.

Midoriya watched Bakugou's eyes dart down and he assumed that the blond was looking at his lips. So he licked them in preparation for a kiss. Bakugou liked kissing, after all, and he was known to do it quite often lately.

Midoriya felt his face become warm and his eyes slipped shut as he waited...

And waited...

When he heard the blond sigh, he opened his eyes and saw that Bakugou had his eyes closed and was moving his head in a weird way. He seemed to be rubbing his cheek against something. It must have been his quirk. Somewhere in the back of his mind Midoriya had barely considered putting his hands on the blond's face. It hadn't even really been a conscious thought. But boy, did it look like his friend was waiting for a kiss. The older teen's cheeks were flushed and his lips glistened as if he'd just moistened them.

Hadn't they just been arguing a moment ago? Of course they had. And they weren't even done having that argument yet. Apparently they were both too distracted to continue the debate. The freckled teen would have to make a note that using his quirk while the blond was in a rage might extinguish the situation.

Bakugou seemed to be enjoying the gentle touch of his quirk. The older teen definitely liked to be touched and it seemed like the softer the touch, the more he liked it. What if Midoriya were to move his hands back to Bakugou's ears? What if he were to gently trace the lobes, up the outer edge, up to the helix and back down again. Slowly, so slowly.

The blond's lower lip disappeared into his mouth. Midoriya knew his quirk was having its way with Bakugou's ears, but his own hands twitched. He wanted to touch for himself. But in a way it was fun watching the blond be touched too. Those ears were turning an adorable shade of red that he probably wouldn't have been able to see if his hands were in the way.

So he imagined tracing the delicate skin along the outer edge of Bakugou's ear up and down again and the blond gasped quietly. Midoriya wondered what would happen if he were to trail up and down his friend's ears a little faster while remaining just as gentle.

After a moment Bakugou began breathing erratically and clutching the covers on Midoriya's bed. His ears were becoming redder too.

(Is Kacchan getting turned on from just having his ears touched?) Midoriya asked himself. (That's dangerously cute.) He let his imaginary fingers stroke Bakugou's ears a bit faster still. (Seems like he's pretty sensitive no matter where he's touched. It's probably because no one really touches him. Now I'm seriously starting to have second thoughts about letting Kacchan do me first. He's really cute when he's being touched.)

"D-Deku, that's enough." The older boy's voice was unsteady and he'd grasped the end of his own shirt. "This is why you need to learn to control your quirk. You're such a fucking pervert."

Midoriya frowned. "Wait. Pervert? I was only thinking about playing with your ears. That's not really perverted."

"Yeah, but I wouldn't feel it if it didn't get you hot."

"True," the freckled teen said with a nervous laugh. "And I don't think it would bother you so much if it didn't get YOU hot." He glanced down at the way Bakugou was tugging at his shirt. "Are you, um, hard from having your ears rubbed?" Midoriya had a feeling that Bakugou was hiding something under that shirt and it most definitely was not blueberry muffins.

The older teen squirmed a bit and blushed as he looked away and remained silent.

(Cute.)

The shirt seemed to escape from Bakugou's fingers on its own and was pulled up by the invisible hands just enough to expose the blond's crotch. Midoriya was starting to really appreciate his Secret Touch.

Bakugou covered the rise in his pants a little too late. "Shut up, Nerdface. You would be too if someone stroked your ears like that."

Admittedly, Midoriya was already a little aroused from the idea of something so simple turning Bakugou on. Then his friend made a sudden move. The blond's hands went to Midoriya's ears and began stroking them. The explosive teen wasn't doing it slowly or gently like Midoriya's quirk had done. He was rubbing them fast and hard like he expected something to come out of them. Not so hard that it was painful, but harder than Midoriya had rubbed his.

The freckled teen had to admit that it did feel pretty good. And the aggressive way Bakugou was rubbing them made him think about the aggressive way he could rub another part of him. Midoriya's face and ears grew hot and he was stiffening even more.

"See? You're hard too," Bakugou said breathlessly.

Before Midoriya was able to respond, the blond leaned forward and kissed him. It was nothing like the little kisses from earlier that day. Bakugou's tongue invaded his mouth like he'd planned to give it to Midoriya as a gift. His hands moved down to the freckled teen's waist and tried to pull the desk chair closer. "Dammit, come here."

Midoriya's mind was rushing through the possibilities as he kissed the older teen. If they'd been successful at the drug store, they would probably be getting set to have sex by now. He climbed onto Bakugou's lap, straddling him, and was expecting to kiss him more, but the blond laid back on the bed, leaving him confused.

As soon as he was about to lean down so he could kiss the blond more, Bakugou's hips rose. "D-Deku, d-don't touch there." His voice was quiet and breathy and desperate. Wasn't it too early for him to sound like that?

(Wait. Don't touch where?)

Note: Oh, dear. Why did I end it there?

Anyway, I should've worked harder on this chapter, but it kinda came pouring out and I did very little editing before posting it. All apologies.