Izuku glanced at Bakugou from the corner of his eyes. He watched. Observed. Bakugou stood up and left the bar, excusing himself. A friendly outing– proposed by Kirishima. Izuku decided to attend.

He hadn't stayed in contact with Bakugou since their U.A days. He hadn't known Bakugou would agree to it. There was still a faint feeling of longing inside him. A feeling he tried to will away.

Despite being married to Uraraka these days.

Despite the crowd, this felt more intimate. A reunion just between them.

This was a meeting of two grown men with history, underlying passion and experience that could shatter the world.

Like poetry in motion.

'What are you doing to me, Kacchan?' His thoughts grate against his ears. His legs itching to follow the man outside.