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Izuku was kind of bummed. Villains crashed another training session, which class 1-A was sadly getting used to at this rate. They all sighed at one another. Shouto rubbed his head like Aizawa assigned them a five-page essay on a Friday. Hanta, Eijirou, and Denki made a sly exchange of money with Eijirou as the fortunate winner, licking his thumbs and counting his earnings. Katsuki…
Ah, Katsuki
Katsuki Bakugou.
Oh, boy; how did Izuku begin?
He—
“Die motherfuckers!” Katsuki shouted, rocketing over the entire class in his costume with the wind rushing through his blonde hair and the heady scent of dynamite and gunpowder overwhelming the opened fake city.
Everyone took his enthusiasm and followed it, acting fearless because they’d faced worst. Would face even bigger villains and feats and this C rank villain crew proved little challenge to them. Izuku danced circles around them, propelling himself between the walls of the building. Shouto yawned as ice grew from the ground and encased the villains’ legs. Tenya launched a roundhouse kick and knocked out one guy who looked like the Thing’s distant brother. Katsuki yelled like a manic over the fighting, doing what he did best—taking names and annoying generally everyone.
Hanta taped up the villains, grinning proudly as some of them came to and struggled against the bonds.
Aizawa and Thirteen watched, stunned and belatedly proud that the students really didn’t need them to step in, but Aizawa did get on his phone and spoke to the police with a sigh. “Yea. I know….Villains…Look we don’t have a trust fund up our asses to buy that kind of tech. Do we look like Iron Man to you…okay then.”
Thirteen said as he ended the call. “You should call the principle as well.”
He already tapped into his contact icon. Unneeded honestly, as the principal was on his recent call list and speed dial. Another day at UA. Should have taken that low paid teaching position at that other high school. “…I’m resigning from this place.”
“No you’re not.”
“We have to cancel Margarita night…again.” Aizawa granted himself few luxuries. Some people golf. Some people bought fast cars. Some people indulged their artistic taste with old paintings hanging on the wall. Well, Aizawa had Margarita Night.
“Next weekend!”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“They’re doing so well though.”
“Yea. Be nice if they were this way in the classroom.”
Izuku’s fist rocketed one villain into a brick wall, body alive with bolts of lightning dancing sporadically. He caught himself on the landing and skidded across the debris-riddled road. His chest heaved, heavy with the power of One for All, heart on a wild marathon beneath his rib cage. He called back the power seeing as the majority of the villains were being gathered into one neat group for the cops
Hanta smirked for the ladies as he taped up another villain. Only Mina, Ochako, Momo, and Eijirou cheered him on.
“Bruh, so manly. Scotch tape those bastards. Mm, just like Spiderman but with tape. Tapeman!”
Hanta flexed.
“Aw yes, I’m thinking of going with ‘Shazam’ for that move,” Denki gloated.
Minoru walked back to the group, humming the tune to ‘All-Star’, his defeated foe wiggling like a caught fly against the wall as they raged, face and body adhered to the purple balls. “Oh my god, what are these things?!”
“Yea,” Kyouka said, “I’m sure that’s a hero from DC so I don’t think you can do that. Unless you want to fight for the rights.”
“With my quirk, I could buy the rights to any name.” Denki leaned his elbow on a wall. Just a wall, as the rest of the structure was demolished. (Quick quiz, who did that? Hmm, who else had an expensive ass quirk?)
Speaking of massive property damage, where did Katsuki go?
He didn’t hear any manic laughter, or declarations of murder, or just yelling, so Katsuki had to be dandy wherever he was.
Boots clicked. Katsuki emerged from the rumble with smoke rising off his skin. “Fucking weaklings. You scrubs can fucking fight us when you get good.”
“Oh, hey, Kacchan. I was wondering where you went.”
“It’s called kicking ass and being the king, Deku.”
Or being obnoxious.
“I hope you didn’t get your ass handed to you by these fucking rejects.”
“Hey, heroes!” A wounded villain called as she limped to the wall, hand cradling the side of her ribs. Stable with the wall supporting her weight , she cocked a robust handgun with a wide barrel and a small scope.
The barrel swayed slightly in her grip, but the target was Katsuki.
Katsuki laughed, brushed off Izuku as he warned him not to approach, and stalked toward the villain, rolling his shoulders darkly. “What, a gun? Pfft, what a pussy ass weapon. Get fucking real—”
The dart embedded itself into Katsuki’s skin and his body slumped to the cement.
“Kacchan!” Izuku shouted, fear and anger lodged like a cannonball in his gut as his body laid there. It sparked memories— Katsuki in the clutches of that slime villain, fighting for his life. Katsuki being swallowed in that black gas.
The ground raced under his feet as he made to breach the distance.
The villain trained the barrel on him, finger coiled on the trigger.
Izuku raised his fist, body aglow.
Tsuyu’s frog tongue wrapped around the villain’s arm and yanked, slamming her unconscious into the wall behind her.
“Asui,” Izuku gasped, skidding to a stop.
Tsuyu waved from where she scaled the side of the building. “You and Bakugou okay?”
“He’s been shot. It’s not a bullet though. Kind of like a tranquilizer dart.”
“I’ll get Mr. Aizawa,” she called.
“Thank you. I’ll check on him.”
Tsuyu leapt off the wall, her long black hair billowing and her body lined straight like a frog.
Izuku fell on his knees beside Katsuki. Reached out, then thought about it, did it again because it was in his nature to care for people in general and he had no idea what could’ve been in that dart. Maybe a poison. Maybe sedative. And he had too many close calls with Katsuki to be still in a moment of action.
“Kacchan?” He nudged him gently.
Nothing.
Izuku pinched the dart between his fingers, and winced as a trail of blood oozed out with its removal. The end was feathered shape, the tip pointed like a syringe. The glass vial emptied now, working through Katsuki’s body.
“Kacchan. C'mon, you gotta give me a sign you’re okay,” Izuku said. “Get up you, jerk—ah!”
Katsuki opened his eyes, blinked, coolly landed them on Izuku as he touched his chest in shock and—
Katsuki grabbed him, which freaked Izuku out. An understandable response, because the few times he and Katsuki had some type of physical contact it ended with him being thrown either into something hard, like cement, or into the air where he eventually rocketed into cement.
So while it was nice…of Katsuki to hug him? Izuku really wanted distance for his physical and mental well being, oh, and his big fat, gross monster crush. That too.
And don’t even start about that. The crush thing, okay; it was ill-advised, probably very telling of Izuku’s personal problems, and he would most likely have a string of relationships with guys who reminded him of Katsuki and it would suck cause they would be jerks but they wouldn’t be Katsuki. And did this make him like…weird? He was weird, right? Shit.
So, yea. Izuku was very well aware of his issues, thank you very much.
Gently, Izuku pressed on on his shoulders. Maybe Katsuki was dazed and had yet to come to the fact that he had arms on Izuku and not someone else. Katsuki didn’t budge.
Izuku tried un-prying his heavy hands but he was on there, determined. Like a kola, or a python.
Izuku figured this would be his life and just went with it. Katsuki would wake up eventually and yell the whole shebang of ‘Deku, why the fuck are you touching me’.
Class 1-A raced over. Instead of helping Izuku with his situation, they provided commentary.
“Bakugou’s hugging Midoriya. Someone call 9-1-1.”
“Should we panic? I think we need to panic.”
“I’m very confused. And mildly terrify. Should we remove him?”
“No one touch him!” Eijirou shouted, cautioning Tenya as he went to pry Katsuki off. “He might explode.”
Tenya hopped back, and analyzed the situation., lining the best tactic to dislodge both Izuku and Katsuki without injury.
Denki whipped out his cell and snapped a picture.
“Oh, good idea,” Eijirou agreed, fishing through his pockets, and blinded Izuku temporarily with the flash. Spots affected his vision as Eijirou hummed appraisingly at the picture. “This is going to be my wallpaper for a while.
“Deku,” Katsuki said, consciously aware and consciously gazing at Izuku now that he ducked out from under his chin, and—should he like, panic or, be um, aroused sort of? Cause Katsuki sported this look. Eyes low, a little redder under the stream of light. Voice like charred wood. Face hard in the right place, and soft in the best. Bits and pieces of teenager surrendering to the man to become. And it was something found under the stars, under the moon, under soft lights and empty rooms, in the space of the night.
And for the, what, millionth time? Izuku wanted to kiss Katsuki silly. Wanted that grumpy face to his. Wanted that loud body, loud mind, loud soul. Wanted to take his hot, coarse hands and thread them with his scarred ones; just to have the heat and strength of him. Have it sitting, docile.
What lasted a century for Izuku, ran about a second or two, and then Katsuki had his fill and re-nuzzled his nose to Izuku’s collar. Secured his big arms around his waist and hit the resume button. His porcupine blonde hair tickled his bottom lip.
Breathed directly on his skin. Slow, peaceful, and you know it was an unsettling thing if you lumped those words with Katsuki Bakugou. It didn’t compare to the crumb ball of a feeling in his gut of fighting a hard-on, poorly dealt with feelings, and his entire class watching over the exchange deeply engaged
Think of rabbits, Aizawa’s pop quizzes, that time he broke his arm…and the time he broke his finger…and that time he broke—so, think of puppies, kittens, rainbows, and not Katsuki’s heavy weight against him.
Or how it would feel pressing him down somewhere solid and sturdy—cause, c’mon, we’re all thinking the same thing, right; that Katsuki probably fucked like a mad bull. What do you mean it was just him?— for fucking the living daylights out of him; and Izuku, did we not discuss this. No dirty thoughts.
But like, imagine. Real quick, Izuku, real quick. Like a half a second.
Think of—old socks, mom, midterms, uh, League of Villains, uh world hunger. Anything but Katsuki’s hard cock—
“Alright, Bakugou. Stop picking on, Midoriya…What the hell is going on here?”
“They’re hugging,” Eijirou answered, then whistled at the sky when Aizawa turned his head and glared, unimpressed.
“Is this odd?” Thirteen asked.
“One of my most aggressive students is straddling my other student, yes, I would consider that odd among many other things.”
Tsuyu tapped Aizawa on the shoulder. “We think this is what is making Bakugou so…yea. Here.”
Aizawa turned the clunky handgun over in his hands, examining it, and popped the magazine, filled with more watery pink vials. He passed Thirteen the gun, and wiggled out a vial, facing it toward the sun.
“It’s not lethal, right?” Thirteen asked.
Aizawa looked back to where Izuku squeaked, crushed in a tight bear hug with Katsuki. “Yea. Don’t think it’s that. “
[x]
“Alright, Tracy, I need to know exactly what’s in this vial,” Aizawa said, placing it on the table. The students were back at the school and Recovery Girl was looking over Bakugou, who they couldn’t get off of Midoriya without the snap and crackle of his palms.
She smacked her lips together, sneering at him and Thirteen. “I don’t answer to that name. I go by ‘Lady A’.”
Aizawa turned his head to Thirteen, seeing his reflection playback in the glass of his helmet. He could practically hear Thirteen tell him to breathe out deeply. Suppressing the necessary need to roll his eyes to the back of his skull, Aizawa tried again. Pleasantly. “…Okay, Lady A,—“ Thirteen sighed next to him. “what’s in this vial?”
“I’m not telling you, hero.” Again, sneered.
Aizawa thought Lady A was in no position to be acting so high and mighty with an asinine name like that. He rubbed his forehead.
“Former hero. I teach. Well I try to but you guys like to make that a conditional thing now so, again, the vial.”
“Well, former hero, I’m not saying squat.”
“Your ass is in for a long stretch, kid. Criminal activity. Organized crime. Assault with a weapon. Attempted murder. Breaking and entering. Trespassing on private property. You’ll get all charges, by the way, and by the time you get out of prison you’ll be going by ‘Granny A’. So, tell us what’s in here and we’ll charge you for trespassing.”
Lady A hunkered down, torn between her pride as a villain and the loyalty to the cause and serving a hefty 90-year sentence.
Aizawa growled, tired already from the reports awaiting him at the end of this. “Do you want your own version of ‘Orange is the New Black’ or do you want back out there, to do whatever shit villains do like steal cable.”
Thirteen interjected, softly. “It’s not too late to start doing the right thing here.”
“It’s my saliva.”
Aizawa went still. “Your spit?”
“Yea.”
Aizawa asked, “You shoot your spit at people?”
Lady A flushed. “Yes! Why are you saying it like its weird? It’s not.”
“So…Lady Spit—I mean Lady A, you do this because….”
“My body secretes its own sort of love potion, you know, like Viagra.”
Aizawa dropped his head into his hands, speaking into them. “So you’re the human version of ecstasy is what you’re saying .”
She scrunched her face, considering it, then nodded. “Basically.”
Fuck, now he had to contact Bakugou’s parents and explain their son was currently drugged and primed for sex.
“Great.”
“How do we counteract it?” Thirteen asked.
“You don’t. The body flushes it out on its own. Depending on the person, it can be a few days or a week.”
“Depending on what?”
“The level of attraction. The stronger it is, the longer the effect last,” she explained with a Cali girl type of infliction. “My quirk lowers inhibitions and escalates lust.”
Aizawa sucked on his lips, brain working out the implication. “So they are attracted to the first person they see or…?”
“No. To whoever they’re attracted to, why does it matter?”
Aizawa closed the door, leaving the interrogation room.
“So Bakugou is…” Thirteen started down the hall.
“A textbook closeted gay? Yup, ha.”
“Should you be laughing about this…who are you texting?”
“Yagi, that asshole owes me money. Called that shit on day one.”
[x]
“So, anything?” Aizawa asked Recovery Girl as they stood outside the room.
“Nope. But we did get Mr. Bakugou to settle down and let Midoriya move around a bit, so there’s that.”
Aizawa eased the door opened, peeking his head in.
Midoriya and Bakugou sat on the bed facing the windows. There was some tension in Midoriya’s back. Bakugou looked relaxed, head resting on Midoriya’s shoulder.
“Were you able to get any answers?”
“Oh, I got some answers alright.”
[x]
Katsuki slept on his shoulder, golden with the afternoon sun. Pretty like fire. Big and loud in his usual way but tamer with sleep.
Izuku could handle a week of this.
Totally.
Izuku Midoriya was a guy who could take anything thrown his way.
Ha, he would show his stupid Godzilla-sized crush who was boss here and—
Katsuki blinked sleepily, red eyes framed by his long lashes, “Asshole, you’re mumbling again,” he grumbled, soft though. Izuku didn’t think Katsuki could be so soft and so tactile. Easy to hold. Easy to feel. Easy to have like this.
“I’m—sorry, I’ll be quiet.”
“Good, nerd.” Katsuki fell back into his nap with a deep, rumbly hum.
….So Izuku would like to retract his entire statement.
He could not handle this.
[x]
Izuku did alright the first day. Katsuki hovered around him like a second shadow, tracing his steps with his usual scowl. He sat either in front, behind, or beside him in every class. When people touched him, Katsuki’s hands crackled menacingly. His classmates were actually understanding of their situation so the jokes were kept to a minimal. Eijirou and Denki did distract Katsuki to out help Izuku, which lasted about five minutes or so before Katsuki felt the compulsive urge to be as physically close to Izuku as possible.
For Aizawa’s class, they hit the weight room. Here, Izuku could breathe as Katsuki threw himself wholeheartedly into lifting weights. He didn’t go far and made sure to make eye contact with Izuku as he bench pressed 150 hundred pounds. Izuku struggled to figure out whether it was insanely hot or intimidating as his biceps rippled and contracted under the weight, bulging, and the bar lowered to his nose.
Hot.
Insanely hot, Izuku decided, frozen with the 50-pound dumbbells as Katsuki ripped his shirt off and slid back under the bar.
Ochako giggled into his ear, nearly startling him into dropping the bells. “Thirsty?”
“Oh, no, I have my own water—oh, you’re not talking…Be quiet, Ochako!”
Ochako grabbed a pair of dumbbells and crouched into a low squat. “Just trying to help a sister out.”
“I’m very fine,” Izuku rapidly curled his arms, a painful blush worked on his face as he forced himself to count his reps and not side-eye Katsuki.
“Right, right.”
“You can only talk when you don’t look at Tenya’s butt.”
“Izuku!” She hissed, ducking her head as she searched the room and found Tenya instructing Mina and Momo on the proper form of a squat.
Izuku traded back, a little smug that he wasn’t the only one currently suffering because of a boy. “Not very nice, huh?”
Ochako recovered, sheepish, “I do not look—it’s cause he does a lot of squats and I…okay. I don’t have an excuse.”
Izuku hummed, pumping iron victoriously.
“You’re a butt muncher,” she seethed.
Izuku laughed mid hammer rep, head turned away from Katsuki’s observant gaze across the room.
[x]
Ochako gave him a slap on the butt before running off to the girl’s locker room. Izuku swore to her sweaty back that this was not the end of their battle. They put in an extra thirty minutes after the bell with a few other students, so the showers were beautifully vacant. Katsuki entered the locker room a while after him, which was fine, until Izuku grabbed his shampoo, conditioner, and soap and trotted off to the stall. With Katsuki on his heel.
Katsuki pulled the curtain.
Izuku stared at the showerhead for a full minute, trapped in the condensed space naked with a towel and with Katsuki. Also, naked, ripped, cut, pretty, wet, in a towel.
It might be questionable, but Izuku turned in the small wiggle room to talk to him. And, yea, questionable. So fucking questionable, because he had Katsuki’s sculpted chest an inch from his face.
“Kacchan…Why are you in here me?”
Katsuki didn’t call him out on the dumb question. “You’re going to shower, right?”
“Yes. I am.”
“Cool. Me too. I’m fucking sweaty as fuck.” He worked on the knot of his towel, loosening it off his narrow hips, and Izuku caught the dark trail of blond pubic hair and the wide base of his flaccid cock before he shielded his eyes.
“Kacchan,” he squeaked. “You can’t be in here with me.”
“Why not?” If Izuku had any bravery and no morals, he would abandon his hand shield to see if a pout went with that voice; but Izuku could not do either.
“It’s—I’m—you’re.”
“I’ve seen your dick and your ass,” Katsuki said, as though that would help with the situation. “It’s good. You got a nice bod and shit.”
“That is not my…you looked? Wait! Don’t answer that, please. Just…shower and I’ll wait for you, okay?”
“Promise?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t leave or I’ll get pissed as fuck,” Katsuki growled, and Izuku knew his face well enough, knew him well enough, to paint the little scowl he made whenever he didn’t get his way immediately.
“I’ll wait for you, Kacchan.”
[x]
But side note—
Did he actually look look at Izuku before all of this?
Or was this the toxin talking and making Katsuki spew all the signs Izuku been hoping for?
Nah, toxin.
Totally the toxin.
Izuku Midoriya was completely, and utterly fine, and slept soundly in his bed. Not bothered at all by admission. Not bothered by the fantasy his mind conjured with it, and spiked up to explicit. Not thinking of Katsuki doing what Izuku secretly wanted—he had the longest running crush on Katsuki, c’mon—and pressing him to the stall walls and fogging the room with their body heat. Maybe, maybe, kneeling at some point, getting comfy between his thick thighs, and putting his mouth right where he wanted it.
So, fine.
Ah, the life of Izuku Midoriya—poorly managing one crisis after another.
[x]
Izuku: Kacchan tried showering w me
Ochako: ????
Izuku: WE DID NOt!
Ochako: I want your problems rn.
Ochako: im writing an essay w mina and tsuyu w face masks cause we don’t have any1 singing I will survive
Izuku: I think ur not getting it. KACCHAN WAS NAKED. NEXT TO ME.
Ochako: don’t rub it in.
Ochako: lol, get it
Izuku: I SAW IT
Ochako: RIP, Izuku Midoriya. Cause of death, saw his crush dick.
Izuku: help me
Ochako: 6 more days!
[x]
Izuku stood on the step stool, fingers slapping the spine of the book an inch from his reach.
Katsuki moved silently down the aisle and watched his cute butt, then gave Izuku the fright of his life when he asked. “Need help?”
“Sweet Mona Lisa, you scared me half to death. How long have you been there?”
He shrugged, hands packed into the pockets of his school uniform. “A minute. I was looking at your ass.”
He blinked, “…What?”
“So, need help or I can watch you while you try again.”
“Uh, help, please.”
Katsuki pressed his hand on Izuku’s back as he climbed down the stool. It blindsided him and left Izuku to staring dully at the back of Katsuki’s white button-up.
That was seriously the most couple-y thing he had ever experienced. A hand on the small of his back. He wouldn’t run to Ochako about it—that registered a 5 on the Midoriya Freak Out scale.
Naturally after Izuku gathered all he needed for his research paper, Katsuki followed to his table.
He should be working on this paper.
Should.
Would.
But Katsuki sported the silliest expression, teeth denting his lower lip in intense concentration as he worked over a tricky equation.
Izuku sat in the chair beside him, pencil out and leaning over into Katsuki’s space to show him the steps he missed.
“There.” Izuku popped his lips, actually stoked that he could be so close to Katsuki and one, not spaz the hell out; two, think about Katsuki’s nicotine scent and not fall into pornographic daydreams; and three, remake all the school nights where they crammed in his room, studied, and grew restless in front of the TV.
He did this back then too. Helped Katsuki solve his times-table.
“I had that, Deku,” Katsuki grumbled.
“I believe you.”
“I know when you’re fucking with me.”
“You were really close though. You just missed this step.”
“…Oh. See, I told you. Had it.”
[x]
As soon as Izuku thought he had his situation under control, Katsuki walked back into the picture, snatched said control, popped it into his mouth and spat out the teeth riddled wad on the floor. So, Izuku had it once under control, for one blissful hour. Then, that shattered when he padded to the door of his dorm, expecting Tenya or Ochako as they sometimes visited him a little bit before curfew, and panicked when he saw Katsuki. In loose pants, and a stretchy tank top with huge armholes that allowed everyone an easy viewing of that hero-in-training body. Bare feet in slippers that swished on the sleepy floors.
Barefoot, people.
Naked toes, with that bad attitude (badttiude?) toned down, the dark of the night making him doozy and his hair spiky like a porcupine.
“I’m sleeping here,” he said
“What?” Izuku asked; and recently all their conversation resulted in him gaping out ‘what’ with a look of astonishment and the telltale blush of I like you, I like you too much for us to be doing this cause of some toxin.
Normal Katsuki would tell him at this point to fucking get with the program already, Deku, and move the fuck out of his way, but instead, he shrugged, confident. Izuku kind of wished he could show the same, but he grabbed the door, half of his face hidden.
Maybe he could…close the door on him?
No, that was rude and god, he had slippers on. Slippers! Fuck.
“Eijirou said I shouldn’t the first night, because it’s a weird thing to do. I don’t fucking think that. Like, fuck it, right? So it’s night three and I’m fucking sleeping here, okay?”
The first night—Katsuki wanted to sleep in his room since then?
Panicking—new flash, right—, Izuku asked, “What’s wrong with your room?” in a roundabout way to redirect domesticated Katsuki back to the shadowy depths and far from his fragile heart. Take your soft hair and low-lidded eyes elsewhere, beast, be gone!
“Nothing, you gonna make my ass wait or something. Hurry up, Deku.”
“Uh, come on, then. Please,” he mumbled, cursing those slippers as they swished-swooshed right into his dorm. Unfair.
Katsuki turned his head around, glancing at the posters of All Might and the neat desk where Izuku stacked his books and notebooks into a perfect column, then his pencils in an All Might cup his mom bought for him one Christmas, and the corkboard above it pinned with photos of 1-A through the year. The trips he managed with Tenya and Ochako in between the wildness of UA. Class 1-A on the bus, everyone decked out in their hero uniform. Ones of him and his mother. A few photos of him and Yagi, that begged him for, might he add. And finally, one old with time, of Katsuki’s toothy grin and Izuku buried up to his head in the sand with a postponed panic attack.
Yea, he kind of cried in the end. It was fine in the beginning when Katsuki suggested it, and like the fool he was, Izuku agreed then slowly realized with every added inch that he couldn’t move and how it scared the hell out of him.
Katsuki had shoveled him out with his small hands, Deku, don’t be a baby. Would I let you die, no, right, cause I’m cool like that. Hey you want some ice cream, maybe?
Katsuki tapped the corner of the Polaroid, a low key smile pulling a half smirk.
Izuku wondered if normal Katsuki would remember toxin Katsuki’s adventures in his room and the childhood photo Izuku couldn’t part with for several reasons; and whether he should burn the evidence in case he did.
“You wanna be by the wall or nah?” He asked, body sideways where Izuku saw into the circus tent of Katsuki’s tank. The way the light on his desk rippled shadows over the protruding muscles of his ribs.
“Wait, you’re sleeping on the bed?”
Katsuki flopped on his mattress, wrinkled the made sheets, circus shirt riding up as he kicked off his slippers and crossed his arms behind his head. And they’re guys, they changed in the locker room plenty of times, but it was different seeing the V of his pelvis, the fuzz of pubic hair slithering into the loose waistband. “Duh.”
“Maybe the floor would be better.” Yea, a pillow for his spiky head and a nice soft blanket. What a swell idea; no sexy midriff to tease you.
Katsuki raised himself on his hands. “The fuck, you don’t wanna fucking be sleeping next to me?”
“That is…not entirely true.”
“Then what? We used to sleep together all the time.”
“Yea,” Izuku said, with a slow edge because Katsuki was not getting the mile-long distinction between sleeping together as kids to teenagers. “When we were five.”
“Okay, then it’s the same thing now.”
Uh, no, it was vastly, astronomically, incredibly, not the same thing. When Izuku was five, he thought Kacchan was the coolest kid on the block ,and he made Izuku feel all kinds of funky in his belly whenever he laughed boldly or grabbed Izuku’s hand. Now they’re on a steady path to adulthood, and Katsuki still made Izuku feel woozy in a PG way but those PG thoughts rocketed fast into R-rated ones. And he thought this would be the same?
“Kacchan,” he sighed.
“The fuck, man,” Katsuki glared between his legs, red eyes soft and vulnerable like the time after Izuku jumped in to fight off the slime villain, like the time they worked against each other in teams and Izuku’s quick thinking landed them a win—that shivery openness. The one that ached you. “D-do you ,fucking, want me to leave or some shit?”
Yes and no, but mostly, “…No,” Izuku said, relenting. Always relenting, bending, molding, folding, getting creases in his heart and mind for Katsuki. He yanked on the sheets hard so Katsuki got the message and hopped off the bed for him to peel it back. “I’ll take the wall,” he said, hands and feet sinking quick into the mattress. “Could you get the light, Kacchan?”
“Yea.” Then after the click of the button and the swallow of darkness, a bang, and then a pained curse muttered between gritted teeth.. “Fucking sonofa—“
“What happened?” Izuku strained his eyes to see Katsuki moving in the dark.
“Stubbed my damn toe on your stupid desk.”
Izuku pressed his fist to his mouth, chewing determinedly on his bottom lip. “Oh my god,” he said.
“Shut up, it’s dark.”
He snorted, mouth tight in opposition to the giggles. “So embarrassing.”
“Don’t make me kick you out.”
“This is my bed though,” he whined.
Izuku felt the space beside him dip and he clamped his big mouth shut now, confidence high tailing it out the roof with the heavy shift in the room. The small way the bed quaked under Katsuki’s heavy body. The additional warmth under the sheet. The racing bolt of electricity down his spine as the situation cemented fully, I’m not alone. He’s in bed with me, what do I do if our feet touch, oh my god.
Katsuki rustled under the sheets, trying to get comfortable and then settled his loud breaths.
Silence lapsed. Izuku thought about anything to dislodge his thundering heart from the fact Katsuki laid no more than an inch from him, hot and large, and they were alone. In the dark.
“You’re a fucking nerd for keeping that photo,” Katsuki chuckled.
Izuku rolled his eyes in the dark, “Thanks.”
“Your head was huge.”
“You were small for once,” he traded back
“We should do that, again. The water and that bullshit.”
Izuku shifted on to his side, his back positioned to Katsuki’s, and dug his fingers into the pillow. Said, “Sure, whenever you’re up for it,” with this hand twisting cruel and forceful on his heart.
Yea, in a few days, Katsuki might not be able to stomach him let alone want a day at the beach with Izuku
[x]
Light warmed the walls of his room. Izuku blinked back to reality, processing everything from the poster on his wall, his desk a feet away from the end of the bed, the dust motes coasting on gravity, and the big muscular arms tangled firm on his waist, the relaxed puff of air in his ear, the nose skimming on the warm skin of his neck, the rumbly sounds Katsuki made occasionally deep in his chest, the hard cock pressing hot against his ass—
Record scratch.
Uh.
The events of last night played in his mind at 2.0 speed..
Okay, that explained why he had him in his bed, but not why they were spooning.
“Kacchan?” He whispered.
Katsuki shifted, squeezed Izuku tighter, nuzzled deeper, and bumped his hips forward. His hard-on jacked firmer against him, definitely unmistakable, shape curved and thick, with the hot wash of heat clenching in his gut and—
He had a dick on his ass while he was…
A part of him thought maybe, rock back, get a little something you know. He’s all over you. You’re coo-coo for him. Just a little maybe? He feels good, there, yea? Hard, yea? Got his hands on you. And he’s hard too, morning wood now actual wood. Bona fide grade A woody, consciously swollen from conscious thoughts.
Abort, abort.
All battle stations retreat.
Friends did not take advantage of sort of former friends, who were under the influence of a love toxin.
[x]
Whooo, boy, nothing like an adult sleepover with your crush to test your sanity and your boner, am I right?
And that whole—cough, boner, cough—situation didn’t make him a bad person right?
Or the cuddles?
Or that brief moment where he smoothed his hands over Katsuki’s arms?
He was…gonna burn for this, right?
[x]
Izuku slammed his lunch tray down, jolting Ochako.
“I have an emergency,” he said, looking very much like he was still enduring the effects of said emergency—curls a disaster, shirt crooked cause he didn’t line the right buttons with their matching holes and his fingers stumbled even after he raced out of his bedroom and clear from impact zone, with his skin still smelling a bit like smoke and ashes under the layers and layers of male cologne.
“Oh.” Ochako chewed on lettuce, half paying attention. Kind of used to Izuku’s grand displays of panic outside of hero-ing. “ What kind, school, hero, or boy?”
“A boy one.”
Ochako perked, like a cat hearing the crack of the can.
Izuku sat down, legs still unsure whether they wanted to be fucking legs or be Jello. “Okay, so—and don’t make those weirds faces at me—but Katsuki slept with me.”
Ochako inhaled, held it, sucked on her lips to keep from smirking.
“Not like that!”
“So, like what?”
“Sleeping, of course,” he answered.
“Okay,” Ochako said, hardly masking the fact she didn’t really believe him and that he and Katsuki got up to more than just sleeping.
“He wanted to sleep with me,” he whispered, head ducked and on his elbows. “ and I let him. And I woke up with him spooning me and I felt it. Right on my butt.”
“It?” Ochako asked, to be cruel.
“Oh my god. His dick. There. He had a hard-on and I had a hard-on. We were all hard and it’s weird and he’s big.”
“…I’m going to go sit at another table,” Tenya grabbed his tray, unable to keep eye contact with Izuku.
Izuku clapped his hands over his face, groaning. “I’m so sorry.”
Ochako waved. “Alright, bye Tenya!”
“No, don’t leave. We’ll talk about normal stuff.”
“Aw, but I wanted to ask about boy stuff.”
[x]
Izuku hung out in the lounge, mind on vacation as he watched brainlessly with the class of 1-A. Eijirou raided his parents DVD collection last week and invited everyone to binge it on the big flat screen TV. Aizawa had ok-ed it as long as they kept the noise to a minimal.
Someone shoved his shoulder.
“Move, Deku,” Katsuki huffed, swatting at his legs curled on the sofa.
“Oh, sorry. Here.”
Katsuki sat down then proceeded to curl himself around him.
Izuku’s heart raced as Katsuki used him as a human body pillow. “What we watchin’?” He asked, comfortable.
Good for Katsuki cause Izuku sure wasn’t. “Uh, it’s a—it’s a, uh, Nightmare on Elm Street.”
“Cool.”
Mina kicked her legs out. “Run, Johnny Depp, run!”
“Oh shit, oh shit,” Eijirou yelled, fisting his pillow against his chest.
Minoru asked, bored, “When can I see the boobies?”
“Sssh!” Hanta hushed.
Denki munched on his popcorn. “Fuck this, I’m out.”
Kyouka laughed, holding the bowel as Denki carefully navigated around the laying bodies. “You’re a fucking hero.”
“I ain’t got no business fighting creepy slasher films.”
“God, this is so dated, it’s not even scary—ah! Momo.”
Momo grabbed a handful of popcorn with a smile.
While the entire room experienced an early heart attack over the spooks of an old horror film, Izuku’s were over Katsuki rubbing his thumb on his side where his shirt rode and Katsuki encouraged it with his fingers. Izuku couldn’t figure out if this was worse or better than the dick on his ass.
Worse, right?
Cause Katsuki wasn’t sleeping.
Was making that deliberate effort to touch his skin somewhere intimate and warm.
Neito cackled suddenly, appearing like a monster in the shadow of the TV. “Chickens!”
The room screamed. Blankets flying. Pillows launching.
Katsuki’s little casual thumb making stupid patterns on his skin became a protective hand on his waist. Locked down instinctively. Head jerked back with that danger red in his eyes before he realized the danger was another classmen fucking with them. The grip didn’t let up though.
Ochako’s drink spilled over her fuzzy bottoms. She stared at the massacre on her clothes, then lifted her chin, unleashed a battle cry as she leapt to her fuzzy socks. “Let’s get him, everyone.”
“Yea! Class 1-A, attack!”
Neito bolted down the halls, the majority of class 1-A chasing him with pillows in place for pitchforks. “It was a prank! A prank!”
“Murder him, he ruined my favorite pants,” Ochako led the herd and fueled their cause.
“Those were her favorite pants, bruh!”
Tenya caught up with his long legs. “Everyone, please. It’s midnight, Mr. Aizawa will be upset.”
[x]
Hey, there, Izuku Midoriya here with another update for you awesome fans.
So the stats, Izuku Midoriya currently—
Still crushed on Katsuki Bakugou.
Still had an existential crisis when the light colored the blonde of his hair and the red caramel of his eyes as they walked down the streets.
Still panicked loudly, but internally, when Katsuki made the executive decision to hold his hand as they jacked the swings, the playground empty at this time of day.
They ditched.
Please, don’t tell Yagi.
He said no, okay.
Put his foot down. Laid down the law on that troublemaker. Saw those candy red eyes, hard body, golden porcupine spikes and, said, listen here, Mister, we are here to get a hero education. We have class, so get your butt off my bed and into class.
Felt proud of himself cause he checked out Katsuki’s massive chest once, saw reason and logic beyond his novella eyes, and heard the squeak of the other students shuffling to class, eardrums intact and working spectacularly after the bomb drop that was Katsuki’s deep, dark morning grumble.
Ha, take that, crush.
But Izuku, being weak if only the world could see him crumble like wet sand, caved as Katsuki skimmed his mouth over his neck, close but never landing, hands on his hips and said, “You a chicken, Deku?”
And like, he wasn’t a chicken, you know?
He couldn’t let Katsuki think he was a chicken.
So, the scoreboard:
Crush: 1 million points
Izuku Midoriya: zero points
Katsuki’s shoes burrowed in the deep trench under the swing from all the previous users before him, and slowed the whine of the chain. “Hey, Deku, use your quirk and push me. I wanna fucking sky into the sun.”
Izuku swung past him, and into the air. “I don’t think I should.”
“C’mon, don’t be a fucking square, Deku.”
“Kacchan.” The world retreated on the swing back, his stomach dropped when the chain snapped and gravity snatched him down.
“Izuku. Be cool. Do it. Or are you a chicken?”
Damn, he got him again.
Right, right, that and not the way Izuku’s heart lit up from Katsuki’s manic grin.
God, he had the strangest taste in men.
“I, uh, okay. I’ll” He kicked his feet over the dirt. “—but not too hard, okay. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“Pfft,” Katsuki snorted, tightening his fingers around the chain. “I never—ohmyfuckinggodDeku!”
“Shit, shit, I used too much. Kacchan.”
“Oh fuck yea. Again!” He roared, so high in the air it looked like his feet might touch the clouds.
“You’re…insane, Kacchan,” he laughed, shoving a controlled burst of power on Katsuki’s back.
God, this boy…
This boy is so much to me.
How can I let him go again?
How can I walk away for good?
How can I sleep without him in my bed?
Izuku stepped aside, watching Katsuki zoom back and forth. “You know where else won’t be packed?”
“Where?” He asked, propped against the peeling metal pole.
“The beach.”
[x]
“You have, like, a billion rap songs on here,” Izuku said, scrolled down the playlist on Katsuki’s phone with one earbud. Katsuki looked out the window on the train, legs kicked up on the seat and taking the whole bench like a delinquent, the other bud plugged in his right ear. Eh, Izuku wasn’t much better, on the other side, with his folded legs stretching out hesitantly.
Katsuki turned his head, peeked on his side of the bench and smirked. “Lawbreaker.”
“Shut up. So are you.”
The train carried their voices, the rumble of the train over the tracks, the squeal of the joints.
“What do you listen to, then?” He hummed.
“Uh, everything I guess. Ochako played me some Rihanna, so I’ve been digging through her songs lately.”
Katsuki bobbed his head, in tuned to the music. “Hmm, play one for me.”
“Sure?”
“Yea.”
Izuku unplugged the cord, swapped out Katsuki’s phone for his, and selected the track.
And you got me, let go
What you want from me? (What you want from me?)
And I tried to buy your pretty heart, but the price too high
Baby you got me like oh
You love when I fall apart (fall apart)
So you can put me together
And throw me against the wall
Katsuki snapped his eyes to Izuku. The color in them, the settlement of emotions, the cool way they landed on you, almost cold— he thought maybe normal Katsuki might be in there, watching back.
Baby, keep loving me
Just love me, yeah
Just love me
All you need to do is love me, yeah
Got me like ah-ah-ah-ow
I'm tired of being played like a violin
What do I gotta do to get in your motherfuckin' heart?
Izuku’s throat dried as Katsuki propped his arm on top of the bench, palm expected.
Izuku took it, drawing a full breath when those hard fingers closed one by one through the slot of his own and locked their hands. Katsuki tipped his head back, and mouthed the words under his breath. The train swayed them, doors opening automatically at the station. No one got on their cart. The car beeped closed. Movement rocked them, the wheels rolling back in motion.
The afternoon sun streamed lazily, rays of orange, pink, and plum.
The song ended, the next started.
'Cause I got issues
But you got 'em too
So give 'em all to me
And I'll give mine to you
Bask in the glory
Of all our problems
'Cause we got the kind of love
It takes to solve 'em
Izuku thought about his hands smoothing under his jaw. Maybe about how Katsuki would kiss him. The end of this little paradise cruise. The awful condition his heart would be in after the unavoidable fallout.
Yeah, I got issues
And one of them is how bad I need you
[x]
Izuku walked back to land, drenched to the bone, courtesy of Katsuki Bakugou, who did him a solid and plucked his phone out first before tripping him back into the rolling waves.
Katsuki dropped on the sandy floor, living for the way Izuku’s bangs pasted to his cheeks and his pants sagged with water weight.
Izuku glowed, One for All in his limbs, and blurred to Katsuki and picked him up—threw his phone on the sand—and took them both in the air to crash through the surface of the water.
“You fuckin—“ Katsuki spat water.
Izuku bobbed on the waves, grinning, then poked his tongue out. “Kinda forgot about that, didn’t you?”
Katsuki carded his bangs back. “Shut up, Deku, or I’ll swim over there and drown you.”
Ha, like Izuku was scared of that. “Maybe I’ll dunk you again, Mister, to cool you—“ Katsuki propelled through the water, cutting it fast like a shark, and Izuku stared at the rapidly approaching mop of blonde then swam for the shore. “Kacchan, no, wait. Please!”
“Get back here and let me drown you, nerd.”
“But I wanna live, Kacchan,” he said, feet landing on the wet bottom.
Katsuki tugged on his ankle, freedom and life and all the beautiful things on dry land dwindled out of his reach as Katsuki strapped him to his chest and submerged them both.
They splashed around in the water after. Izuku made ill-advised use of his quirk once to get Katsuki under a wave, then proceeded to apologize grossly when Katsuki floated back to the top with harsh coughs. They air dried on the beach, sand coating their clothes as they laid on it and felt the warmth of the sun crawl over their skin.
White foam curled over the navy waves.
Tracks from the water followed them to where they collapsed and caught their breath, chests rising and falling. Izuku dipped his toes in the sand after he unlaced his shoes and balled up his wet sock inside. God, his room would have sand in it for weeks cause of this.
Katsuki dropped a handful of sand on his chest.
“There. Buried you,” he mumbled, too tired to put more work into the recreation of their childhood photo.
“You’re so…” Cute. Cute. God, your face. Your voice. Your butt. You, you, you. We’re on the beach, please fucking hold the shit outta my hand, man. Just ruin hand holding for me, okay, please? Make me unrecyclable trash. “Lame.”
An excellent recovery made by Izuku Midoriya. If you had fewer than three brain cells then you might be able to convince yourself Izuku wasn’t in love with this jerkface.
“Me? The fuck, you’re the only listening to Selena Gomez and shit.”
“Pardon me, my good sir, but I did hear you sing ‘Come & Get It’. And you were spot on, so I wouldn’t talk crap if I were you.”
Katsuki rolled to his side, the weight applied to his arm flexed the conditioned muscles in his biceps. A dry spike tumbled over his eye. “You’re a nerd.”
“So I’ve been told. By you.”
Katsuki traced his jawline with his pointer finger, canceling out many requests made by Izuku’s body like his dopey smile, his heart, his breath. “Fucking nerd.”
“Kacchan. We should get back.”
“Nah.” He rolled his bottom lip under his teeth and looked at his mouth. “We good here.”
His thumb joined, took possession of his chin and angled Izuku’s face.
Izuku could read the mood lighting—sunsets, the lap of the waves on the damp shore, seagulls crying, society a little ways away. Knew Katsuki might have the idea to kiss and Izuku should have the idea to stop that train before it departed, yet he was going to be selfish this one time. As terrible as it made him. Izuku would take one kiss. Just one, okay?
A little one.
Something for his memories.
So he could properly move on after the toxin flushed out of Katsuki’s body and they went back friends who barely talked outside of hero crap.
So, try not to judge him too bad, okay?
“Dumbass Deku,” Katsuki whispered, and slotted their lips.
And Izuku knew you couldn’t find fireworks in a person’s mouth, but with Katsuki, they’re there. Sizzling. Popping. Loud. Bright. Lighting up the sky and leaving him still in wonder at the colors and sounds. Speaking of sounds, Katsuki was making them against his mouth. Then into his mouth after he pried it opened with his tongue, and ohsweetmercy—Katsuki could kiss like no one’s business.
Katsuki groaned.
Repeat; groaned.
To Izuku.
Because of Izuku.
That little, dark, hot sex sound was in response to him and god was it working fucking effects on Izuku. Reached down into his body and yanked a hard wave of heat on his cock. Made him whine a little back, legs mindlessly spreading so Katsuki could slot his wide body between them. Get there. Get close. Put that heat and hard body to real good use other than clocking villains and ringing up the bill for property damage.
Katsuki’s palms were sweaty and lava hot where they came to cup his face. Explosion, he thought. And yeah, his dick thought, oh shit hot.
Katsuki pulled back, sucked on his bottom lip like a savage, and watched him with a raw greed.
He leaned in.
Izuku slapped a hand over his mouth. “We shouldn’t…It’s, uh getting late and uh, we’re probably in trouble.”
Katsuki bit his hand.
He yelped, examining the red teeth marks.
“I wanna fucking kiss your dumbass, ok?”
“Yea. Uh. Me too!” Izuku applied the brakes again when Katsuki brought his face in, palm smooshing the side of his face. “But we should…date first and follow the relationship steps. You gotta do all that to kiss me so yea, we can’t kiss.”
Katsuki quirked a brow. “So I have to be your man to kiss you?”
“Yup.” Ha, he wouldn’t agree to that—
“Cool. I’ll be your boyfriend now. So let’s kiss.”
What the fuck…
Izuku slapped his forehead, fighting him off. “Wait, wait, wait! Uh, we have to do dates first.”
Katsuki sat on his heels and gestured to their surroundings. “This is a date. The fuck, the beach, sunset. Can’t make this shit anymore fucking rom, Deku.”
Fuck.
Izuku was running out of hair brain lies to dissuade him
“Do you like kissing me?” Katsuki asked, unsure.
“…Well, uh, it doesn’t—yea.”
“Then what’s the fucking problem?”
“You’ll be mad if we keep doing it.”
“I’m mad you’re telling me no cause I fucking waited for a while so fuck you.”
“A while?” As in a few days ago while, or years while?
“A while. Can I kiss you now? Or do I gotta beat some villain’s ass too to win it?”
“I…” Izuku brought his hand down. He had nothing to fight it. Nothing to fight Katsuki. Just whimpered a soft, tender, “Kacchan,” before Katsuki braced his arms on either side of him and kissed him until he struggled for breath and smacked Katsuki on the head, cause hello, if he wanted to keep kissing then Izuku needed this crazy thing called oxygen.
“My bad. You’re…a good ass kisser.” Katsuki rasped, and Izuku wanted to vote it the most unfair sound on this planet.
[x]
Aizawa chewed him out.
Yagi showed some sympathy, but took him on a guilt trip.
You gotta be careful, young Midoriya. I know you’re still young and you want to have the same fun like everyone else but you’re a hero in training. Anything could’ve happened to you or Bakugou. Please be a little more thoughtful next time.
Said sorry, but felt awful more about the fact that his lips still buzzed. That the free trial of his and Katsuki’s relationship was nearing the end of its expiration date.
Well, he could either panic in his dorm or find Ochako and panic to her.
[x]
“Ochako, we kissed,” he declared, scraping his chair loud with no tray and in full panic mood after his brain fully twisted itself inside and out from every stolen kiss, every stolen hug, every stolen snuggle on his sheets with their toes curling. “He made sounds. I need help right now.”
“Sounds?” She drummed her forks on her tray.
“Yea.”
She nodded, wiping her hands on a napkin. “Tenya, ear muffs please.”
“Oh thank god,” Tenya said, already a stressful shade of pink from the small tidbit he heard. And Izuku had to work on that, seeing people outside of Katsuki. “Earmuffs deploy!”
After testing out the effectiveness of Tenya’s earmuffs, Ochako said. “Okay, get dirty with me. Describe the sounds.”
“Sex sounds.” Good sounds. Awesome sounds. All in his ears and in his mouth.
Ochako’s eyes widened. “Ah. Well, according to my analysis, Mr. Midoriya, Bakugou might be what we call ‘vocal’.”
“I’m being serious,” he whined, crumbling to the table like slime.
She touched the back of his head, twining a dark curl around her elegant finger. “I know, so what happened?”
He laid his chin on the back of his hand. “I mean, we ditched. Went to the park. Played at the beach, then kinda made out heavily.”
“Heavy?”
“I’m pretty sure that wasn’t his phone I felt.”
“Izuku, I’m so jealous.”
Shouto’s spoon clattered.
He totally forgot Shouto was there too. “Oh my god.”
“That’s why you said ‘earmuffs’,” Shouto realized.
“I am so sorry, Shouto.”
“So…a screamer, huh?”
“Stop.”
Shouto cocked a brow, curling a half smirk. “I mean, it makes sense. He’s always opening his big ass mouth. It should apply to the bedroom.”
“Please, no.”
“I can’t wait to call him ‘screamer’.”
“Shouto.”
Izuku went back to their conversation. No point in shifting it now; everyone had a healthy understanding of their temporary relationship. “Look, I’m not used to being with someone like that. You know? And I don’t know. I shouldn’t have kissed him but he wanted to kiss and I just….can’t say no to him. But I feel like I’m taking advantage of him cause of everything and this is so stupid. He’ll probably hate me even more after this….I just kinda want a chance to be with him. It’s wrong, I know.”
Ochako linked their hands. “I know it’s tough, sweetie.”
“Am I a bad person for this?”
“No. Just a horny gummy bear.”
[x]
They made out like the whole day. The second classes were over and their teachers dismissed them, Katsuki pulled him into his dorm, slammed the door and rattled the walls, and back Izuku on his bed. Didn’t let him up after that. They’re both hard the entire time, kissing and licking and breathing, and he knew that for a fact when Katsuki pressed his dick to the side of his hip and hissed low at the pop of pleasure from that light contact.
Izuku wanted to be a real shitty person and feel his dick through his pants but didn’t, just sparked the hell up inside from the casual press of his cock to his body.
His lips felt like a blown bubble gum when Katsuki popped his mouth back, sucked on his lip with this insanely aggressive aura that did no favors for Izuku’s hard-on.
Izuku touched his chest.
Which, oh boy, not a good idea cause massively toned pectorals.
Whatever, focus, use your brain, Izuku.
Start saying, ‘we should not…’
Go on.
“Kacchan.”
And Katsuki read that hand as a signal not to stop; and okay Izuku sure as hell wasn’t making it seem like he did, cause he certainly did not, and shoved it down his chest, past the bumpy six pack, and to his cock.
“Oh my god!” Izuku squeaked.
Katsuki let him go, breathed out really really hard. Like he wanted to groan and moan and fuck Izuku’s hand. “Fuck, fuck, was that too fast?”
It was something…
“A little,” he lied.
“Sorry. I got caught up. We can just kiss. Don’t gotta do more than that.”
Oh, you don’t gotta grab my dick but I can still fuck your mouth.
Like that wasn’t also giving Izuku serious heart palpations too.
“I want to,” Izuku said; why were those words coming out of your mouth? Stop, stop. “But relationship steps, remember?”
“Alright…but real quick, how long until you jack my dick?”
Izuku shoved him off the bed.
Katsuki barked on the floor, laughing with a wince and a smoked out voice. “Holy shit. I was fucking around.”
Izuku rolled off, scratched his bare knees on the carpet, and straddled Katsuki.
Fuck it, he wasn’t strong.
He didn’t have the strength to fight this.
He would take every bit of Katsuki while he could. Every hero had a weakness. Superman had kryptonite. Batman had human limits. The Green Lantern had fear. Quirks only reached to a certain level until it drained you. Well Izuku’s laid right here. Breathing. Living. The person who gave him a lot of shit, a lot of courage, a lot of will to succeed, a hero name.
Yea, heroes had weaknesses. Guessed his was dependency, right?
“You’re awful,” he said, and swallowed Katsuki’s mouth.
Katsuki smirked. “How long for a blowjob?”
“With that attitude, never.”
“Fucking bummer.”
“Be quiet, dork.”
[x]
Look, there was no more progress update, okay?
He was trash.
Move on, leave him alone.
[x]
Ochako played with his hair. Eijirou was currently on ‘Keep Katsuki occupied’ detail after Izuku asked him for some breathing room. “So how are you and your boyfriend?”
“Ochako,” he whined.
“Sorry, you’re really tense. I just wanna loosen you up. But really, how is it?”
“He’s…everywhere. All the time. He always wants to touch me and hug me and when I try to tell him no, he gets this look…like a grumpy puppy and I can’t say no. I should. But it’s…not great.”
“Well it’s only for a few more days, right?”
“Yea,” he said, getting used to that knife twist in his chest now. “A few more days and he’ll go back to not talking to me and I’ll have to go back to normal and act like this stuff isn’t affecting me.”
Ochako’s round eye softened, so did the lull of her voice. “I’m sorry, sweetie.”
Izuku pinched the bridge of his nose. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. It wasn’t a big deal. We’re never gonna be anything anyway. “Why did I have to crush on my former best friend? Did I hit my head?”
“Okay, in your defense, if you ignore Katsuki’s personality then he’s a catch,” she laughed, trying to lighten the load in Izuku’s chest. “Decent grades, good looking, and has a strong quirk.”
“If you ignore his personality,” Izuku repeated, and giggled because he was a terrible person and screw this ache. Screw it. He could get over this. “You’re so mean.”
“I’m just saying!” She defended. “He’s kinda… a douche. But he’s okay, too, in a way. I mean at the sport festival, he took me seriously. Like I lost and everything and he was too intense for me but he didn’t see me like a chick. I was his competition, not a girl to take an easy on. Not that it didn’t suck but I dunno, it was awesome to be more than a girl with big boobs and everything. Most guys see that.”
“It almost sounds like you like him.”
She laughed. “Gross. He’s a butt muncher.”
“Ochako!”
“Butt muncher who munches your butt.”
Izuku pressed his hands to muffle his awful snorting laughter. “S-stop.”
“Two butt munchers sitting in a tree. K-i-s-s-i-n-g.”
[x]
Izuku didn’t know what time the toxin would leave. Counted the days though and figured these few hours in the dark would be the last for good, yet somehow, it surprised him when the body next to him shifted and yelled, kicking the sheets and distancing the space between them.
Izuku watched Katsuki with his throat thick, his eyes burning, mouth dried.
Katsuki scrambled off, tripping as his foot webbed itself in the sheets, and looked back at Izuku’s wild bedhead from his crash landing. “What the fuck, Deku? Fucking fuck! Why the fuck—how the fuck.”
That ‘Deku’ hollowed his stomach like a punch except much curler than one, cause that pain would subside and heal but this ache…fuck, this ache was just getting started on him.
“Kacchan, wait. I can—“
Can what?
Explain what, Izuku, really?
Katsuki ripped off the sheets, snarling. “Stay the hell away from me.”
Door slammed.
The lamp on his desk vibrated.
Izuku curled back under the sheets, and didn’t fucking bother the charade of fighting his tears.
[x]
Everything went back to normal.
Katsuki went back to ignoring him.
Izuku went back to aching.
It was cool.
He saw it coming a mile away.
Tried to smile at the attempted jokes Ochako and Tenya made to brighten him up.
Avoided Katsuki’s red eyes because he knew how they changed whenever they kissed under the sun and the moon, how they changed when Katsuki yawned, how they changed when Katsuki was greedy for a hug.
They partnered up once for a group project and it was so painfully awkward that Eijirou and Ochako talked over the silence to keep up appearances.
“Me and Izuku can do the PowerPoint,” Ochako suggested.
“Cool. We’ll do the paper if that’s cool. What do you guys think?”
Katsuki looked at Izuku, glared, kicked the desk and stood up. “I don’t give a fuck. I’m leaving.”
Eijirou winced. “Sorry.”
Izuku shrugged, speaking loud so Katsuki could hear him. “It’s fine. I don’t care.”
Petty, so damn petty and mean and Izuku wasn’t those things but heartbreak made him those things quick. Composed his skin of pointy edges.
Katsuki slowed, then continued his huffy trek out the library.
[x]
Knuckles rapped on his door. Izuku heaved a sigh and disentangled his legs and padded over.
“Hey, Ochako—“ His world dropped, heart back into the sky as he stared. “Kacchan?”
Katsuki thumbed his nose, face schooled into that unpleasant scowl. “Yea.”
He ran his fingers over the wood trim. “Did you need something?”
“Uh. Yea,” he mumbled, left it at that with no logical follow as to what he needed so bad that it required him knocking on his door after the week of ignoring and treating Izuku like a wad of gum under his boot.
Silence floated. Izuku smacked his lips, uncomfortable. “…What do you need?”
“It’s about that whole bullshit, thingy.”
“Oh,” Izuku said.
The thing.
The toxin thingy.
The ‘we were a couple for a week’ thingy.
Katsuki jammed his hands into his pockets. “You gonna fucking make me stand outside or what, Deku?”
“Uh, sorry.” Stepping back, Izuku waved him in. “Come in, please.”
“So, yea,” Katsuki grumbled in the middle of his dorm. “Fucking Eijirou told me about everything.”
Oh, boy.
Oh, boy.
Evacuate the whole building.
Everyone run for your lives now.
Save yourself.
Izuku clapped his hands together, praying to whoever was listening to make his death swift and painless, and started with his final words on this earth. “First, I want to say I’m sorry. Second, I’m sorry. Third, I’m really really sorry. Please don’t be mad at me—“
Katsuki bristled. “Christ, shut up, okay? Fuck.”
Oh boy.
R.I.P.
“I’m not here to, shit. Like I fucking flipped out because it was weird and I had to fucking think this shit out. Alright?”
“Okay…so, do you—do you remember? Everything or uh?” Izuku, you need to shut that damn mouth.
“Yea.”
Izuku wanted to faint. This could not be happening.
Was this karma for the kissing?
For ditching school?
“Well that’s wonderful. It isn’t. Why do I say these things? I’m a mess. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you.”
“Yea. About that. Uh. So like there’s fucking rules to how you do this. I don’t fucking know them so I wrote this.” Katsuki slipped out a crinkled piece of paper.
One folded over and over again. Scratched with agitated and unsure pen strokes where he made a mistake or reconsidered what he wrote and blacked it out. His writing was too small and jerky for Izuku to read the back of it from his spot on the bed, but he could make out the numbers listed boldly.
Katsuki stretched the paper, running it back and forth on the smooth edge of his desk. “This…look just shut up and listen. Uh. It’s called ‘ten reasons why you’re not a complete shit nerd’. One, you’re a good fighter. Even though I know your ass copied me. Two, you’re smart. You write hero stats like a loser, but it’s kinda smart too. Three, uh, you’re nice. It’s gross but you’re nice. Four, your quirk is cool. Not cooler than mine, but still fucking rad as fuck. And I’m not repeating that to you, ever, so fucking remember this, okay? Six, All Might thinks you’re alright. Guess he can’t be totally fucking wrong. Seven, uh, your eyes are really green. Like grass, I guess. I feel like I’m looking at my lawn when I stare at them. Eight, you smell okay. Kinda like lightning and rumble. Eijirou literally smells like ramen and Dr. Pepper all the time. Nine, you help me. I don’t need it. I never need it, so, don’t get this twisted in that fucking head, asshole? But you do it. You help me when I don’t need it. Ten, I like your shoes. They’re tacky as fuck and they squeak way too much and I could spot your dumbass a mile away but they’re you. Eleven, your hair. It’s…soft, I think. I don’t know and I can’t remember touching your hair but it looks like it might be. Twelve, you’re not butt ugly to look at. Thirteen, your smile. Fourteen, people smile around you all the time. Fifteen, you look like something Walt Disney barfed up after drinking tequila and whiskey. Uh, I had some more but they’re kinda…gay and like super x-rated and you shouldn’t tell a person that at the beginning. I could tell you later, or never, or fuck me. I don’t know what I’m fucking saying or why I’m fucking here. Cause I’ve been a jerk for a while now and—”
Izuku cupped his mouth. This guy….he wrote him a silly list. A list about Izuku. “Kacchan.”
The paper crinkled again as Katsuki clenched his hand. “…Yea?”
“That’s more than ten reasons,” he sniffed, talking past the lump of cotton balls in his throat.
“Yea,” Katsuki mumbled, looking small with the way his shoulders hitched inward in insecurity. “Kinda fucked up writing this.” He waved the paper.
Izuku wiped the tears as they came rolling unbidden down his cheeks. “Are you trying to tell me something?”
“I told you the title of this so, what do you think.”
He inhaled a long breath to steady himself and spoke through the wobble in his voice. “…You liked me this whole time?”
“Yea. I guess. Cause I’m stupid or something.”
An awfully wet, and happy giggled had Izuku grinning with a red nose. “I like you too,” he said. “ A lot.”
“Cool.” Katsuki said with forced coolness, head bobbing, feet shuffling as he looked for where to fit himself with Izuku again. How to fall back into their little routine again after he smashed it into the wall.
Someone had to take the next step and, by the looks of Katsuki’s awkward dance, that someone was Izuku. He cleared his throat and swallowed down those sticky cotton balls. “Do you want to…be together?”
That got Katsuki to shift his red eyes from the interesting spot on the carpet to Izuku. “We can do that—I mean, sure, whatever, I’m not doing anything. With anyone. Unless you are?”
Oh my god. This poor, poor boy would break him so bad.
“No, no.”
“Okay. Cool.” Another head bob. More feet shuffling. Izuku’s heart couldn’t possibly get any bigger, couldn’t, or it would burst.
“Would it be bad of me to ask you to hold my hand?”
“As long as you don’t make it gay and shit,” he said, sinking on the mattress next to him.
Izuku took the leap and slotted their fingers, grinning at the heat in them. His palms were hot, he remembered. Warmer than most people. They drove Izuku crazy when they kissed in the dark, washing his skin with flames. “Kacchan.”
“Ha, look,” Katsuki whispered for no reason. Eyes fixed in shock at their joined hands like the memories were playing in front of him from the contact. “I’m bigger. Suck it, Deku.”
Izuku sucked on his lip. “…Would it be bad of me to ask for a kiss?”
“Nah. I know I’m hot as fuck so I can’t expect you to resist my awesome ass.”