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It's been at least 1 year and 2 months since the war. The peace has been restored — at least in the city, as the chaos inside Izuku’s head hasn't really subsided. Not yet, maybe not in forever. They’re third years now, still living together in their shared dorm, not that any of them mind.
The war has changed their lives and shaped them into the people they are today; talk about a bunch of 16 year-old's with a 20-year experience.
Still, everyone moved forward and continued on with their normal lives. The class is still as rowdy as ever, everything’s back to how it was, to all the good times before the chaos consumed their whole being.
Everything except, well, his relationship with Kacchan.
Don’t get him wrong, it’s totally better compared to whatever they had going on when they were still two dumb zygotes trying to understand (or most likely get rid of, on Kacchan's side) one another.
Katsuki’s explosiveness has mellowed down since he was advised to stay calm for the sake of his heart. He now only screams at Kaminari at least twice or thrice a day, that’s a big change coming from the Bakugou Katsuki. With that, Izuku manages to hold a conversation with the blond without having him crash out — he sometimes (most of the time) almost snarls at him, but Izuku just have to pull out the ‘your heart is unstable, Kacchan’ card to get him to close his mouth.
The blond used to go to the hospital for rehab every 2 weeks, and if Izuku’s lucky enough, he’d be allowed to tag along. With his messed up arm, no matter how strong and mighty he is, there are just some things he couldn't do (or some things he wants the freckled boy to do for him. He’s Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, he can do anything, no shit.)
And by some things, something like opening the door, or helping him wear his sweater, or fixing his hair…
With that said, the verdette can confirm that his relationship with Katsuki has improved, if that’s even the right term. Classmates? Too vague. Friends? Maybe not in Kacchan’s dictionary. Rivals? Perhaps, in more ways than one. Whatever they have cannot be described by mere words like that. It doesn’t have a name, cannot be identified, difficult to understand.
Kacchan is just Kacchan, and Izuku is himself. That’s all there is to it. I guess.
His thoughts were soon interrupted by a sudden nudge on his shoulder, making him look to his side in an instant, “Oi, Deku, get ‘yer ass moving.”
He was met by a pair of tantalizing crimson eyes, sharp jaw, and ash blond hair sprawled all over those furrowed eyebrows.
“Kacchan!” He cheers, dropping the broom he was holding before trying to snatch the mop from the blond’s hand. They're in the middle of general cleaning, everyone has to move and help out or else, no dinner for them, “You shouldn’t be moving too much. Let me do it.”
“Shut it, I can at least mop the damn floor. You do your job instead of spacin’ out.”
“But—”
Before he could even continue, a cloth was thrown right at his face. Throwing stuff around was Kacchan’s newly (not really) found way of being (or at least trying to be) violent now — it seems, since he can no longer randomly explode them whenever he wants to.
“Hey, Bakugo! That was rude!” Kirishima exclaimed upon witnessing the scene.
“You shouldn’t throw dirty towels at people’s faces!” Kaminari chimed in.
“Fuck you mean dirty?”
Yeah, the freak does he mean dirty? It smells exactly like the blond’s old fashioned perfume.
How does Izuku know what his perfume smells like? Don't worry about it.
He removed the towel from his face, giving it a confused look before hearing an irritated groan from Katsuki.
“Wipe that damn sweat off your face, it's gross." He spoke, voice gruff and low.
Kacchan may be rough, but the verdette knows he cares in his own little ways. He's always been like that, really. Despite their earlier disputes, he had always cared.
“Right! Thank you, Kacchan."
The freckled boy gave him a smile, to which the blond only stared at with his eyebrows scrunched together before turning on his back.
Kaminari then puts a hand over his shoulder “You're in no place to comment about sweat, Kacchan."
“Hah?" There it is, the growl Katsuki makes whenever pushed on his last straw.
“Your sweat literally makes up your quirk, bro!"
"That's fucking different ‘ya moron!”
Izuku puts his hands in the air in an attempt to prevent the blond from crashing out further, only to be cut off by Todoroki’s interjection, "Bakugo, your heart requires you to calm down.”
"Shut it before I beat your ass!”
“No, you can't do that. Because your heart requires you to—"
With that, Kacchan finally explodes (no, not literally, he physically can not — yet), “I’m done with this shit! What the hell!"
Izuku could only let out an awkward laugh followed by a sigh as the scene unfolds. Seems like the blond has used up all his daily free trials of blowing people’s ears off a little too fast.
“Midorin~" Ashido calls out behind his back, tapping on his shoulder, “This is yours, right? Sorry, I took a peek!”
He looks at the worn out notebook in her hand, an embarrassed whine then slips out of his lips upon seeing the No. 13 written on its cover, “I-It’s okay, I forgot I left it out here. Thanks, Ashido-san.”
“Deku-kun’s drawings have improved though." Uraraka spoke, a popsicle in her hand. Where did she get that?
“Uraraka-san! You saw it too?"
"Also just a peek, that one's an old notebook, isn't it? Kero .” Asui points out, earning a hesitant nod from the boy. She also has a popsicle. Seriously, where did they get that?
It was the same notebook Katsuki threw out the window in middle school. It's ragged, some pages were already burned and ripped, but he just couldn't throw it away — not with All Might's signature.
“Right, Midoriya, I was wondering if I could borrow some of your hero analysis." Ojiro spoke, a shy smile displayed on his face, “Shinsou and I want to look more into different heroes’ fighting styles and maybe learn some of them, if that's possible.”
"That is a great idea. I should be able to work up a few counter attacks with Dark Shadow as well." Tokoyami agreed, arms crossed with his back leaning against the wall.
“He's posing, look at him." Mineta commented, earning a slap to his head from Sero.
Jirou took the notebook from Ashido, letting her curiosity get ahead of her as she flipped the page. A sly smile then formed on her lips before her gaze diverted to Katsuki, “He wrote about you, too."
Izuku could feel his embarrassment go through the roof in an instant. Well, Kacchan probably already had the idea that he wrote about him in his silly notebook, considering the amount of times the blond called him a stalker (which isn't really a good thing), but announcing it to everyone else in the room? He hopes the floor turns into a giant vacuum and swallow him whole.
Before he could force out a pathetic attempt to make excuses, Katsuki had beaten him to it.
“F’course he did.” He spoke, voice gruff, “I'm just that fucking amazing. Aren't I, Deku?”
The freckled boy could feel the heat creeping up his cheeks as the blond gave him his usual smug smirk, as if taunting him. He sure wasn't expecting that kind of response from Kacchan. What was he expecting? DIE, STALKER! or something of that sort.
“Totally! You're amazing, after all!"
With that, the smug look on the blond’s face disappeared, turned into something the freckled boy couldn't quite comprehend.
“Alright," Kaminari picks the broom up and puts it back in Izuku’s hand, “You two need to stop doing that in front of everyone."
He cocks an eyebrow, but before he could even ask what that was about, Katsuki had already shoved Kaminari’s face to the side.
"Piss off, dunce face." He grumbled, before turning his back to return to mopping, “And go back to work."
Izuku watched him go, only to be reminded of the blond’s towel sitting on his shoulder, “Oh, Kacchan, your towel—!”
“Keep it."
“I could never!"
“Keep it until you're done fucking wash it, I mean.”
Another wave of embarrassment coursed through the verdette. Of course that's what he meant, it's not like Izuku thought of any other meaning behind it.
“Right!”
The blond no longer responded, to which Izuku took as a sign that the conversation was over, turning on his back to continue his own part of the chore. The group dispersed and returned to cleaning, eager to finish the task before dinner. It was quiet for a short while, with occasional chatters from his classmates.
“And take your damn time while you're at it."
Izuku looks behind him upon hearing Katsuki utter the words in the air, lips stretching into a smile as his grip around the broom in his hands tightened.
“Mm, okay."
Izuku was nerding out in his room, watching another one of the All Might’s Most Heroic Saves: 2019 Compilation on his ipad when his door busted open, making him spring up from his seat.
He quickly swiveled the chair around, only to see Katsuki closing the door behind him with another hand in his pocket. He didn't seem to care about the loud noise he made, or about the fact that he just walked into the verdette’s room uninvited, or about Deku’s All Might themed socks.
“K-Kacchan!" Izuku stumbled to get on his feet, still trying to process how the blond decided to randomly barge into his room.
It was never the blond’s thing to give him a visit, as the most he could do (or bothered to do) was utter things like meet me here, meet me there, yada yada under his breath as he walks past him, as if he was some kind of secret Katsuki has been hiding from the world.
And maybe he was. Would Kacchan just downright admit they're friends? Or that they started talking again, if even that much?
The answer would be no, probably not.
Of course, what they have right now would be ludicrous to call a friendship. Yet the thing is, if someone were to ask Izuku if they were friends, he would say yes in a heartbeat — and he could feel his stomach churn lest the answer would not be the same for the other.
“You're still watching that?" The blond asked, not taking another step from where he stood.
"Well, I had some free time so,"
“Lame."
Izuku shrugged, turning his ipad off before facing the other, "What's up, Kacchan?"
“Listen," Katsuki finally took a step forward, making his way to the verdette.
What could Kacchan possibly want and why does he have to ask for it in his room?
“Deku,” Katsuki hummed as he leaned closed, almost like a mere whisper. Izuku nervously turned his back on him, facing his table once again as the blond stood closely by his side.
“Y-Yeah?"
"I need you…” The vermillion eyed boy puts a hand on the table, as if to support himself (or to lock Izuku in) as he leaned closer. The said boy gulps down, refusing to make eye contact or even breathe a little too loud, “To give me one of your nerd ass notebooks."
Izuku’s breath hitched.
Damn it.
The freckled boy nudged the other, lightly shoving him to the side with a disappointed relieved yet embarrassed sigh, "W-Why are you so close?”
"I'm deaf in one ear.”
"Yes, Kacchan. You are deaf in one ear, not me. I can hear you just fine.”
“Hell if I care. Just give me the damn notebook."
"Why do you want it?”
"Need some entertainment."
“Well, Kacchan, I think my notebook has entertained you enough.”
Katsuki cocks an eyebrow, "What's with the attitude?”
"There's no attitude.”
"Yes there is. You callin’ me a liar?”
"I did not say that!"
“Give me a notebook then."
“I am not giving you my hero analysis for entertainment, Kacchan."
The said boy could feel a stress mark popping on his forehead. He grabbed the swiveling chair where Izuku sat, abruptly rotating it to his liking and pulling it closer. The verdette lets out a small eep as his face came into view.
“I was fucking kidding, by the way. In case your dumbass couldn't tell."
Izuku looks up at him, shoulders tensed and cheeks pink. He then lets go of the chair, pushing it backwards until it made a thump sound as it came into contact with the desk.
“I thought about what Tail said, maybe one of your dumb notebooks could serve its purpose.” Katsuki muttered, tone dripping with pride, albeit not a strong nor intimidating one.
The verdette could feel the rush of excitement coursing through his vein. Kacchan’s interested in his analyses for what they actually were? And not because it's crap or nerdy or creepy or—
“Alright, shitty Deku. Quit mumbling.”
"Sorry.”
Katsuki is acknowledging Izuku’s efforts, and deemed them to be useful, helpful. The freckled boy almost doubted it at the moment, he wanted to push the topic further, he wanted some kind of confirmation, but he knew better than to do that.
After all, Kacchan may be a lot of things, but he was never a liar.
“And don't tell the extras about this."
“Uhuh."
“I'm fucking serious, Deku. Not even to your extras.”
"They're my friends, Kacchan."
“I'll blow you up."
Izuku wanted to retort, but he figured it was better to let the blond have his way for now. After all, this is a rare sight to see; Kacchan giving him a visit, standing by his desk and towering over him, his crimson eyes focused only on his lenient ones.
“W-Well, which one do you exactly want?"
“I don't know shit about your notebooks, Deku. What do you have?"
“I uh… there's a lot."
“The best fucking one then."
“N-Now, you see,"
“What?"
The verdette pursed his lip. He couldn't just tell Kacchan the best hero analysis he wrote was about him. He'd earn another derogatory nickname if he ever decides to be stupid and do just that.
"If your best one isn't about me, then your analysis is bullshit.”
"That's— I— What? ”
"Thought I was the deaf one, Deku?”
Right. Kacchan might get a little weirded out with how the information about his quirk and even his costume were written in Izuku’s notebook, but his analysis on him being the best would surely be an ego boost. Now, the verdette doesn't need to freak out trying to explain why he has a whole separate notebook about him.
Still,
“I don't think there's anything in my analysis involving you that you don't know yet, Kacchan.”
Katsuki’s lips stretched into a smug smirk, "Damn right.”
Shit .
Izuku frantically turns around to search his desk for whatever notebook he could grab, "B-But if you're really interested, maybe you could look at my analysis for Todoroki-kun? Your quirks have similarities, so it might help a little with this and that. Or maybe Ashido-san’s? She excretes acid from her palms like how you do with sweat, it's different from Todoroki-kun in a way, so I figured there would be some stuff that might interest you in her quirk instead—”
"Deku, bite your tongue."
“Sorry— but yeah." Izuku snatched a notebook from his drawer, making sure to check its cover before handing it to the blond, “Here? This one has my analysis for Todoroki-kun’s quirk. I fear I might have to go dig my drawers for Ashido-san’s.”
Katsuki quirks an eyebrow, piercing red eyes burning holes through the notebook. He didn't bother taking it, “You're telling me I need to read through Icy Hot’s shenanigans in order to be better?”
"No! Definitely not!”
"Fucking right. Don't give me that shit, then.”
Izuku sighed, putting the notebook back to its place, "I'll go look for Ashido-san's then, give me like, 15 minutes or— actually, I'll just drop it by when I see you.”
Katsuki huffs an annoyed tch , his eyes carefully scanning the messy table. All Might magazine, All Might booklet, All Might photo book, All Might album, All Might themed notebook. Damn, is that all the nerd really has in his room? There's All Might plastered literally everywhere.
The blond quirks an eyebrow. No. 13.
With one swift move, Katsuki grabs the notebook from the table, turning on his back as Izuku immediately reacts to the abrupt action.
“Wait, Kacchan— hey,”
The struggle was evident in Deku’s tone as Katsuki used his left arm to block him, shoving the nerd to the side as he raised the notebook in his right hand higher — which was stupid, as they both know the verdette could easily grab if he tried (even just barely), but Katsuki knew he wouldn't.
“Chill the fuck out, Deku. Surely I won't get past page one anyway," The blond mocked, giving the said boy a smug smile.
“Then you don't need it! Kacchan, just give it back!”
“Yeah shut up, you're pissing me off."
Katsuki finally got the nerd's try-hard ass off of him, making his way to the door with the notebook still in his hand.
“You'll get it back once it gets boring for me. Which wouldn't take too fucking long, by the way.” He spoke, closing the door behind him with a bang.
“I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die he's gonna kill me I'm gonna die…”
Izuku chants to himself, face filled with dread as he sat in his chair, hands tightly clasped together above his head as if protecting himself from some incoming meteorite — which wouldn't be too bad compared to an angry Kacchan exploding his face open.
Okay, he really should've just given him the notebook Kacchan wanted so he wouldn't have any reason to snatch that notebook. God, not that notebook.
Izuku was lenient during their middle school days, that's a given. He was… He was quirkless, defenseless against Katsuki’s explosive hands, against everyone’s discrimination. He was timid, and thin, and awkward, and weak. But that doesn't mean he had always tolerated Kacchan’s actions, he had his limits, too.
Which is why he couldn't let the blond see what's inside that notebook!
He pulled out his phone from his pocket, frantically searching for a certain name in his contacts.
Nerd:
Hi, Kacchan :D
Nerd:
Are you perhaps done with my notebook?
Kacchan:
haven't touched it yet
Kacchan:
be patient
Nerd:
I see!
What's there to do? Anything to delay Kacchan from opening the notebook, until he eventually forgets about it. He bit his lip as an idea popped in his mind.
Nerd:
I'm hungry
Kacchan:
let me just check who tf asked
Nerd:
I want your katsudon
Kacchan:
oh so I'm your cook now, deku?
Nerd:
:(
Kacchan:
it's 9 pm stupid
Kacchan:
go the fuck to bed
Nerd:
But I'm really hungry, Kacchan
Kacchan:
fuck you
Kacchan:
you better be at the table in 15 or I'll throw your damn katsudon out the window
Nerd:
Thank you, Kacchan! You're the best!
Nerd:
(o^▽^o)
The verdette wasn't really feeling hungry until Katsuki decided to be nice and bless him with his cooking. With that, he grabbed a sweater that was sitting on his bed and proceeded to make his way downstairs. The common room was already empty, considering how everyone must be in their own rooms doing their own things.
Izuku finds the blond in the kitchen, whipping up his requested meal.
“Smells good, Kacchan.” He hummed, hopping towards the said boy and lingering on his side to watch.
"I said in 15, nerd. The hell are you down here for?”
He scanned the room, no notebook on the kitchen counter, no notebook on the dining table, no notebook in sight.
He shrugged, “No reason.”
Perhaps he's a liar. After all, went down to see Kacchan as soon as he could just to check if he had brought the notebook with him, so that he could maybe convince him to give it back, or maybe make sure he doesn't read it down here and wake everyone up with his explosions once he crashes out upon reading the back pages.
“Sit your ass down, Deku. You're distracting me."
“Oh, right! Sorry."
The verdette pulled a chair, taking a seat as he patiently waited for his katsudon. He was expecting this moment to be quiet, silent, with occasional huff of annoyance from Kacchan, yet he found himself rambling to no end the moment Katsuki asked him about the All Might video he had seen him watching. He prepared himself for some mean comments, something along the lines of loser activities, but there was none.
It was nice. To be able to have a casual conversation with Kacchan; to stay near the blond for as long as he would allow him; to watch Katsuki’s back from behind as he cooks his favorite dish; he would have never thought he'd get the chance to just be still.
Katsuki indulged himself in the freckled boy’s rambles, giving out a few remarks here and there. God, Deku is one big fucking nerd, isn't he?
From the corner of his eyes, he could see the verdette swinging his feet, arms sprawled across the table as he blabbed about all things All Might. A small smile threatened to tug on the corner of his lips, which he diminished with an annoyed grunt.
He carefully prepared the pork cutlet on a ceramic bowl, topping it with some scallions for color before snatching a couple of tissues to wipe the rim of the bowl clean.
“Alright, that's enough." Katsuki spoke, sliding the bowl of katsudon on the table.
“Ah, thank you, Kacchan!" Izuku cheered as he took the chopsticks the blond had offered, “Itadakimasu!”
With that, he took one, big bite, as the other watched him in silent amusement.
“It huf (it's hot),”
“Well yeah, idiot. Slow the fuck down.”
"Righf, shorry."
“And don't talk with your mouth full. Gross."
“Shorry."
“You're still talking."
“Hm-mhm (sorry)."
Katsuki could only sigh as he watched the verdette stuff his face. The nerd hasn't complained about it being too spicy, so it seems like his minimal effort of adding less spice worked.
Izuku gulped down, taking a sip of water the blond had also prepared, “When are you planning to go through my notebook?"
He raised a brow, “When I decide I want to."
“Which is when, exactly?"
“That's none of your goddamn business. Why the hell do you keep pestering me about this?"
“Because I was gonna let Shinsou-kun borrow it!”
"You have a lot, don't you? Just give the extra something else."
"But that one has my analysis for Kamui Woods and his move, Lacquered Chain Prison! So I was thinking maybe Shinso-kun could use it for his binding cloth, since he relies on it a lot. Although he probably already learned mostly everything he needed from Aizawa sensei. Still, it could be helpful and—”
“Fine. Alright. Shut the fuck up.”
He could see just how the verdette’s eyes glimmered. Guess he could let the nerd have it, it's not like he really needed it anyway, maybe he was just curious — even though he would never admit that.
"Really? Can I get it back then?”
"Let me think about it.”
"Kacchan, come on!”
"Finish your damn food and we'll see.”
Izuku rolled his eyes, sassy bitch, but complied nonetheless. He finished his food, chugged his water down, cleaned up the table, and washed the dishes as Katsuki stayed in his seat, counting the freckles on his nape.
Once he was done, he turned on his heels to face the blond, their eyes meeting almost immediately. Katsuki felt the urge to look away and pretend he wasn't looking in the first place, but instead held his gaze, seeing how long the verdette could last.
Izuku, however, didn't bat an eye, “So, can I have it?"
“I don't know, can you?"
“Damn it.”
"Woah, Deku, you kiss your mother with that mouth?”
"Don't say that! You cuss all the time!”
"That's me, stupid."
“Well I can do it too. Occasionally."
“Say fuck then."
"I— No?"
“What? Say it."
“That's too vulgar. I'm not saying that.”
"Come on. Say it. Fuck.”
"Just give me the notebook, Kacchan.”
"Say it first.”
"That's childish!”
"Pussy.”
“Kacchan!"
"Go get it yourself.”
"What?”
"The notebook. You dumb?”
"I mean— what do you mean?"
“My room."
Silence stretched out between the two, the only sound that seemed to echo throughout the room was of Katsuki dragging the chair as he stood up from his seat; along with the loud, violent thumps of Izuku’s heart against his own chest, filling his ear.
“I-Is it okay?" The verdette managed to squeak out, “I can just wait here while you get it."
“Yeah. Spare me the fucking trouble.”
Izuku gulped down, standing up from his own seat to trail behind the other, “O-Okay.”
No words were exchanged between the two as they made their way to Katsuki’s room. Both anxiety and anticipation was building up in Izuku’s chest. One because, well, he never — not even once — stood outside Kacchan’s door. Kirishima had been inside, even Mina and the others had been there; but not him, never him. Second, it's almost 11 P.M. and everyone’s probably asleep from how tired they were, considering the general cleaning they had to do.
So it's just him and Kacchan, with no one to interrupt them.
Izuku was broken out of his reverence as he harshly bumped onto the other’s back, “Ow," He muttered, massaging the tip of his nose.
Katsuki had stopped walking.
The verdette watched as the blond slid a key in, twisting the knob and pushing the door open. Katsuki gave him a look before nodding at the door, as if telling him to step inside.
“O-Ojama shimasu.” Izuku mumbled, keeping his polite manners in check as he stepped inside, the blond following after him.
Kacchan’s room had a classic yet modern aesthetic, with minimalistic design elements. The walls were painted a soft, neutral shade of gray, the perfect backdrop for the minimalist decor that adorned the space. A small, black leather couch sat in the center of the room, facing a flat-screen television mounted on the wall. Opposite the couch was a sleek, black desk where his laptop sat, along with a few books lined up neatly on a nearby shelf. On the opposite wall, a tall, modern wardrobe was placed, made of some dark wood with a glossy finish. The bed featured neutral-colored linens and a large gray headboard, which looked comfy.
The door closed behind him, which brought him back to reality.
“Ah… Where…?”
"Under my pillow.”
"And why…?”
"’Cause Shitty Hair thinks he can go in and out of my space and I would rather not let the idiot see it.”
Right. Okay. Kirishima can go in and out of his room. Wow.
Izuku walked up to the bed and gently took off the pillow that was resting on the headboard. There, the notebook laid on the mattress.
“You had balls after all, huh, Izuku?”
The said boy halts, freezing on his spot. What did Kacchan just…?
Did he read it? The notebook?
Of course. Of course he did. He saw it, all those notes about him. To his defense, Katsuki wasn't the best person either, he was awful; but they were past that phase, they had been over it, they had compromised. But god, his stupid notebook really just had to ruin years of pushing and pulling with Kacchan, huh?
“T-That was all in middle school." He rambled, his heart thudding violently. He doesn't know which ones the blond saw, but he knew they were a lot. And he was, well, a little unhinged, maybe, “You were mean and I-I couldn't take it, sometimes.”
“I still am."
“I mean— You're better, now. Totally. And that was just… w-we were both young, okay? You know how kids think.”
"How do you think?” Katsuki made his way towards him, both hands inside his pockets, “What’d you write again? Something about me being a nagging bitch.”
"Oh my god, you're twisting my words! I didn't write anything like that!”
"What was it, then?”
"I said you were…”
"Yeah? Say it.”
"I said you were an asshole. That's that."
“I think there was something more."
"Kacchan, let's just—”
"I was an asshole, you want to end my obnoxious life,”
"I was 15!”
"And my mouth’s dirty, you'd like to shut me up.”
"Because you cuss a lot!"
“That's it?"
“That's— Huh?"
Before he knew it, the blond was already towering over him. The close proximity sent shivers through his spine.
"I was an asshole, yeah. I deserved it. That was good, ‘Zuku.”
"Are you being sarcastic?”
Katsuki raised a brow, "No? Fuck off. You weren't sucking it all up like I thought you were doing the whole damn time like some loser, which was— fuck, I don't know, better?”
"So, you're not, like, mad?”
"No. Sit down.”
Izuku finds himself complying to the blond’s order, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. All that he could focus on right now was the fact that Kacchan seemed to find his notes… rather amusing.
"You don't wanna blow me up?”
"Can't.”
"So you want to?”
"God, you talk too much.” The blond puts a hand over his mouth, cutting him off efficiently, “Tell me more."
“Tell you what?"
“What you wanna do to me." Katsuki spoke, voice gruff and low, as if taunting him.
Izuku leaned more on his back as the other inched closer, “That’s— I can't do that, Kacchan. That was in the past, I no longer have those… those thoughts about you.”
“What kinda thoughts do you have right now, nerd?"
“N-Now? I have… normal thoughts.” He muttered, his throat feeling constricted for some reason.
The verdette gulped down. The tension between them was palpable, a thick cloud of anticipation hanging in the air. Kacchan was so close, their bodies nearly touching. The heat from Katsuki's body radiated and mingled with the freckled boy’s.
Izuku could feel his heart pounding against his chest, each beat echoing in his ears. The air was heavy, charged with unspoken words and unvoiced emotions.
“No thoughts about you wanting to knock the air outta me?” Katsuki gently took both of his hands, his touch was warm and firm. Slowly, the blond put Izuku’s hand around his neck, a smirk displayed on his face, “Like this?”
Izuku's breath hitched as he felt the warmth of Katsuku's throat under his hands. He could feel the subtle hum of his pulse, his steady breaths. The blond’s smirk only heightened the tension in the room, taunting him. The verdette’s palms still cradled his neck, his fingers twitching slightly. The urge was there, he wanted to squeeze down... but not because the Kacchan standing in front of him is an asshole; not anymore.
Izuku felt his face flush with heat as he tried to pull away, “Th-that's…”
“What? Do it."
“Kacchan, n-no—"
“Fucking pussy, aren't ‘ya?"
With that, Katsuki closed the gap between them, catching Izuku’s lips with his own.
The kiss was abrupt, something he didn't see coming. But what surprised him most was how much he wanted it, how his resolve weakened in an instant, how much he desired the taste and touch. He wrapped his arms around Katsuki's neck, pulling him closer.
The kiss was rough, passionate, a mix of frustration and pent-up emotions. Years of banter, of fighting, of denying himself this moment all came undone in that heated moment.
The blond slowly pulled away, his eyes glimmering with a mix of desire and intensity. He watched as Izuku opened his mouth, lips swollen and flushed. The room was silent, save for the sound of their heavy breaths.
“You can leave,"
Katsuki’s words hit him like a punch in the gut. He should leave, right? This was wrong, this was against everything he knew — he thought, was right.
"Or you can stay."
The air was still heavy with tension, the taste of Katsuki's lips lingering on his own. He could leave, walk away from this confusing situation and never look back. But Kacchan offered him an alternative, a chance to stay.
Izuku hesitated, torn between his rational mind and his desires. This shouldn't be happening, and yet... and yet a part of him didn't want to leave.
The verdette reached out and took Katsuki's hand, placing it on his face. He held it there, gently guiding a finger to his lips, a silent message telling him that he wanted to stay.
No words were needed as Katsuki pushed him onto the bed, hovering over him as their lips crashed together once again. This time, the kiss was deeper, more intense. Katsuki's hand slipped under Izuku's shirt, exploring his body, tracing every contour as their tongues intertwined. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other's presence.
The blond moved to his jaw, then pressed a soft, yet hungry kiss along Izuku's neck, feeling the rapid pulse under his lips. He lingered on the sensitive spots, trying to coax out any sounds from the verdette. He found a spot just below Izuku's ear and pressed a soft, lingering kiss.
The touch sent shivers down the boy’s spine, his breaths shakier now, “I- Ahh, K-Kacchan…”
Katsuki explored the area, kissing and nipping lightly. His fingers traced delicate patterns on Izuku's skin, his touch possessive and yet tender.
The contact was electric, their fingers brushing against each other's skin as the verdette’s lips parted ever so slightly. He met Katsuki's gaze, eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and anticipation.
The blond tugged on the hem of his shorts, voice a low rumble, "This okay?" He asked, giving the other a chance to back out.
Izuku's breath hitched at the question. He couldn't find the words, so he simply nodded, his hand gently touching Katsuki’s arm. His fingers lingered on the skin, as if trying to convey his agreement.
“Words, Izuku."
Izuku's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but his body was responding to the blond’s every touch.
"Yes," He finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper, "Yes, it's okay.”
Katsuki wasted no time in moving in closer, his lips trailing along Izuku's skin. He kissed and nipped at the tender skin of his neck, leaving behind a trail as he got rid of the cloth separating his hand from Izuku’s cock. Katsuki’s touch was light, teasing, barely a feather-like graze against the sensitive area.
“F-Feels— ahh, feels g-good, Kacchan.”
Katsuki felt the shudder that went through Izuku's body at his touch. His fingers continued to move, slowly and teasingly, his wrist flicking in swift motion as he gave the verdette’s cock a series of experimental strokes, wanting to hear more of his gasps.
"You're fucking wet, Izuku." The blond spoke, his voice husky and low, “Enjoying yourself?”
Izuku could only nod, relishing the pleasure coursing through him. He feels hot, and good. He wants more.
"What do you want? Tell me, ‘Zuku."
The said boy felt a wave of heat spreading throughout his body at the question. He knew what he wanted, but actually saying it out loud was different. His hands grasped at Katsuki's arms, seeking purchase.
“Words, Izuku, use your damn mouth. Come on."
The verdette lets out a pathetic whine, hand tightening around the blond’s arm, "I-Inside… hah… want it inside."
A smirk. “Yeah? Open your mouth."
Izuku didn't ask, there was no room for questions. Instead, he parted his lips, letting Katsuki slip a finger in, laying it flat on his tongue.
“Suck."
His tongue swirled around Katsuki's finger, mouth warm and wet. He tasted the slightly salty skin, the roughness of his callouses, all while his eyes never left his fiery red ones.
“Good, good boy. Suck on it, just like that." The blond hummed, and Izuku could swear he almost came on the spot.
He worked his tongue around the finger, sucking and licking as instructed. His mind was a whirl of anticipation, his body hungry for what was to come.
Katsuki soon pulled his finger out of the freckled boy’s mouth, his hand found its way to Izuku's thighs, spreading them apart. There was an unspoken command in the action, a silent order for Izuku to make room.
The verdette's breath hitched, his body responding instantly to Katsuki's touch. His heart raced as he opened his legs, his mind and body aching for whatever the blond had in store for him.
“Gonna prep you," Katsuki's words sent a shiver through his spine, his body trembling in anticipation, “It's gonna get uncomfortable, tell me when it gets too much. ‘Ya hear me, ‘Zuku?"
“A-Alright," he managed to say, voice shaking.
Izuku spread his legs wider, his hands clutching at the sheets beneath him. He could feel his breath catch in his throat as he waited, his eyes focused solely on Katsuki.
The blond’s hand snaked from his thighs to his aching entrance, and Izuku’s grip on the sheet tightened upon feeling his warm, wet, and thick finger pressing against the ring of muscles. He winced, and everything stopped in an instant.
“Does it hurt?" Katsuki asked, in the softest tone he had ever heard.
“N-No, but it feels… weird.”
"You're fine, sweetheart. Up here," With two fingers, Katsuki lightly tapped on Izuku’s chin, urging him to raise his head and meet his gaze, “Eyes on me, yeah?"
Izuku's eyes met the vermillion obrs staring down at him, he could feel himself shudder at the pet name, his heart beating a little faster. He could feel the blond’s finger slowly inching inside his hole, and as he closed his eyes, Katsuki's gaze stayed unwavering.
“Think you can take another one in?"
He watched Izuku's face, taking in every detail. He observed every change in expression — the way Izuku's eyebrows knitted, the way his lips parted with a soft gasp, the way his cheeks flushed with a mix of anticipation and pleasure.
"Y-Yeah… ngh... hah, Kacchan… need more."
“Greedy motherfucker."
Izuku whined as the blond slid another finger in, continuing its pace. It's good, but slow, painfully so. Katsuki continued massaging his inner walls, careful not to hurt him. When he felt Izuku relaxed, he added speed to the movement, as if testing the waters.
“ A-Ahh… Like that, Kacchan… ngh, faster.”
The blond stopped moving and instead pressed harder, earning desperate gasps from the boy beneath him.
“Want me to fuck you here? In the dorms?" Katsuki teased, and Izuku felt his stomach swirl at the thought. Fucking like rabbits while everyone’s sleeping, when someone could possibly hear, when anyone could walk in at any moment…
He liked the idea.
“Fuck. You're sucking my fingers in. You want that? You want my cock?” A breathy, raspy laugh escaped Katsuki’s lip. Izuku looks so, so damn pretty underneath him. He wants him, he needs him, and he cannot wait any longer, “Hey, hey, ‘Zuku, listen up."
He thrusts his fingers inside, a bit faster like the verdette had asked. Izuku’s moans got breathier, louder, as seconds passed by. Katsuki’s fingers moved at a steady pace, continuously stimulating his insides.
“We’re gonna set some rules, ‘kay?” The blond whispered, leaning closer to the boy’s freckled ears, “We’re gonna use colors. Green means you're okay and we can continue, yellow means we're getting somewhere uncomfortable, and red means you want to stop. You following?”
Izuku could only nod, lost in pleasure.
“Speak up, Izuku. I need words."
Katsuki's words cut through the fog of pleasure, his tone firm and commanding.
Izuku snapped out of his state, meeting Katsuki's intense gaze. "Y-Yeah, I understand."
“Repeat it.”
The verdette could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest, the anticipation building. "G-Green means go, y-yellow if I’m u-unsure— hah, that feels good,"
"Focus.”
"Red m-means… s-stop." Izuku added, his voice a husky whisper.
Katsuki nodded in acknowledgment, his fingers continuing to move — faster, harder, as if to reward the verdette. His hand held the freckled boy's chin, keeping their eyes locked together.
"Good. Good. Now, in any case you can't speak,"
“W-Why won't I— Mfhm—!"
Katsuki pressed on a certain spot inside him, causing him to jolt in both pleasure and shock, his legs almost trembling. For a second, he was sure he saw heaven.
“What were you saying?"
Yeah, he couldn't let a word out, not after that.
“Anyway," Katsuki trailed on, casually adding another finger in, “If you can't speak," With his other hand, he brought up both his index finger and middle finger, showing it to the boy in haze, “Two fingers, tap on my arm, three times. You still with me?”
"Y-Yes, two fingers.. a-arm— ah, hah… thr-three taps…”
“Good boy, Izuku. Fuck, you're doing so well. So good for me.” Katsuki's voice was a low rumble, "Looking so pretty under me."
The praise sent a shiver through Izuku's body, his breath hitching. He felt a mix of satisfaction and arousal at the words, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. His hands still held onto the sheets, clutching them tightly while his body trembled slightly.
Izuku couldn't help but heave out a disappointed sigh as the blond pulled his fingers out, whining at the loss like some bitch in heat, “Kacchan, why…”
The said boy straightened up, eyes not leaving the other’s green ones as he undressed. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it somewhere across the room, revealing the lean, defined muscles of his chest and arms, along with the scars he had earned. His fingers moved to his pants, discarding the cloth on the floor as he pulled out his leaking cock.
Izuku was left breathless. He had known Katsuki has a great body, but the sight of it, everything presented just for him, the curves of his muscles, his smooth skin — he felt the blood rushing south.
“Sit up, tongue out."
The command made Izuku's face flush even redder. He swallowed heavily, his mouth suddenly dry. He hesitated for a moment before he timidly stuck his tongue out, looking up at Katsuki with a mix of nervousness and excitement.
“Wide, ‘Zuku. You think my cock’s gon fit there?"
Izuku's heart raced as he opened his mouth wider, his tongue still protruding. He could already feel the flush on his cheeks deepening at the question, but he didn't hesitate in complying with the command.
“That's it. You're a good boy, aren't ‘ya?" Katsuki praised, leaning forward to gently stroke his cheek. His cock brushed against Izuku's lips, teasingly before slipping further into the wet cavern.
The blond slid in further, placing a hand on the back of Izuku's head, guiding him. The verdette’s eyes fluttered shut as he felt the weight of Katsuki on his tongue. He tasted salty, and bitter, and sweet; like burnt caramel. Fuck, he tasted good. His hands found purchase on Katsuki's thighs, nails digging into the soft skin as he tried to ground himself.
“Hands off."
He complied, almost immediately, afraid that the blond would pull out and leave his mouth empty. Katsuki’s grip on his hair tightened as he started thrusting, the tip of his cock hitting the back of his throat causing him to gag.
The blond stopped, “Breathe, sweetheart." He muttered, letting the freckled boy breath for a short while before trusting back in.
“Hah... that's it, ‘Zuku… nice and slow for me.”
The way Katsuki was handling him, along with those words rolling out of his tongue, was intoxicating, and Izuku's breath hitched, his tongue exploring and savoring the moment. His senses were overloaded with the taste of the blond filling his mouth. His mind was a whirlwind of sensations, his thoughts swirling around the taste of Kacchan’s cock, his breath coming out in shallow gasps.
“So fucking good for me. So pretty. Gonna let me cum on your face?" Katsuki's words made Izuku's mind fuzzy, his thoughts spinning with the mix of pleasure and arousal, the praise making it hard to focus.
His head continued to bob in agreement, the vibrations from his moans adding to the pleasure. He wanted to please him, wanted to make him feel good, his efforts increasing with each movement.
“Off."
He could feel the weight of Katsuki's hand against the back of his head, a constant reminder of their connection. Izuku finally pulled away, laying on his back once again.
“I'm putting it in. You want my cock right? Want to feel me here?" The blond pressed on a spot on his abdomen, and Izuku moaned just imagining his dick rummaging inside him.
“K-Kacchan… inside, hurry.”
“Remember our rules?"
“Y-Yes, green for go, yellow for u-unsure, red for stop an-and three taps… with two fingers o-on your arm if I c-can't speak.”
Katsuki chuckled, a smirk displayed on his lips, “Smart boy, aren't you? Always listening.”
With that, the blond pressed against his hole, slowly entering and stretching him, inch by inch. Katsuki said something about prepping, but three fingers was barely enough to prepare him for his intrusion.
“K-Kacchan, wait— hurts.”
The said boy stilled, intently watching him, "Want me to pull out?"
"N-No, just— just wait, I’m f-fine, just…”
Katsuki gave his waist a squeeze, "I know, ‘Zuku. I'm gonna move in slowly. Give me a color.”
“G-Green."
“That's it, good boy." Katsuki's grip on his waist was gentle but firm. He knew when to push and when to stop, both his words and tone offering reassurance as he moved slowly. Once his full length was in, he stilled, “Color?"
Izuku's eyes were on Katsuki's at all times, full of trust and anticipation, as he replied with a soft, "G-Green. Y-You can move."
"Good, good boy, Izuku. Thank you for keeping in check with me.” The blond hummed as his hand gave the said boy’s waist another squeeze.
The verdette’s stomach did a 360 as Katsuki pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead, the praises flooding his mind. He was so soft, so gentle, far from the Kacchan he had known and god, did we want to stay like this forever.
“Good?"
Izuku nodded, he feels so full, so complete, “F-Faster…”
"Not gonna break underneath me?”
"N-No, no, not gon— ahh… can take you.. I can take y-you, Kacchan."
"Mhm? What do you want?”
"I— d-don’t… just… god, fuck m-me, Kacchan.”
The blond stilled, silence filling the space between them. Izuku started thinking if he might've said something that Kacchan didn't like. Did he sound too… needy? Perhaps demanding?
“You said it." Katsuki snickered, a smug smile displayed on his lips.
“H… Huh?"
“Fuck. You said fuck ."
Blood rushed to his face at the mention of the swear, he then pushed Katsuki’s forehead away with an embarrassed grunt, “So what?"
“Suddenly it's not too vulgar now that you have a dick up your ass?” Katsuki's smile felt like playful taunting, and Izuku tried to push back, his face flushing with embarrassment, "So naughty, 'Zuku."
"I— Kacchan— Why are we having this conversation?”
"Why? Can't we have a nice chat?" The blond teased, slowly pulling out with a grin.
“Oh we can, but maybe not when I'm like fully naked under you and you thought it was a good idea to make fun of m— Nngh aah —!"
Izuku’s breath hitched, trembling hands frantically searching for whatever he could grab on as Katsuki’s cock punched back in. All the things he had to say flew out the window in an instant.
“Shh, you'll get us in trouble. The walls here aren't thick, you know?” Katsuki said, an amused tone to his voice.
The said boy shakes his head, grabbing a pillow beneath him before proceeding to bury the side of his face on its soft surface as the blond continued ramming inside him. Katsuki chuckled at his attempt to muffle himself, it was adorable, really, but it only stirred him further. His hand snaked from Izuku’s waist onto his legs, itching lower with each thrust.
Katsuki’s hands stopped, wrapping around the verdette’s ankle, “Hey, ‘Zuku, look," He sneered, before pushing the said boy’s legs up his shoulders, “It's all in."
The action caused Izuku to let out a pathetic whimper, his eyes locking onto Katsuki's. He felt so exposed and vulnerable, lower half up in the air and at the blond’s grace.
Katsuki was looking at him with those tantalizing, fiery red eyes, and Izuku couldn't look away.
The intensity spiked higher, Katsuki's movements growing rougher. His grip on Izuku's legs tightened, pulling him closer as he moved at a faster pace. There was a mix of dominance and possessiveness in his eyes, as if claiming the boy's body for himself.
Izuku couldn't help but close his eyes as he relished the pleasure brought by the unrelenting pace the other had set. He could feel him, all of him. Every thrust seemed to knock the air out of his throat. It was intense, raw, and primal, filled with heat and desire.
“Ngh… hah- K-Kacchan...”
Katsuki was focused, his eyes never leaving the verdette underneath him. Izuku was a beautiful mess; his knitted brow, closed and tear-filled eyes, soft, swollen lips parted as he gasped for air. Beads of sweat trailed down the sides of his face, his messy curls sticking to his skin and sprawled all over the pillow underneath him.
The verdette’s body trembled with pleasure as Katsuki hit that certain spot inside him, head rolling backwards and toes curling, nails digging into the blond’s arm, forming crescents against his skin.
“ Ahh — K-Kacchan… hyah… there—! Mfhm —!"
A smirk formed on Katsuki’s lips before his movements became rougher, quicker, each snap of his hips leaving Izuku breathless, the tip of his cock working on the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Shh, shh, Izuku," The blond puts a hand over the freckled boy’s mouth, silencing him as he continued abusing his sopping hole, "Quiet.”
Izuku’s whines and whimpers were reduced to muffled groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as Katsuki pistoned in and out of him.
“Hah… you feel so good, Izuku, so fucking tight… holy shit.” The blond grunted, pounding into the verdette with fervor.
Katsuki's grunts were like music to Izuku's ears. The feeling of being under Katsuki's intense rhythm was overwhelming, and he wanted more. His muffled groans and whimpers filled the room, body trembling as the blond plunged into him at an erratic, rough pace.
“You're perfect, 'Zuku. Always so good for me," Katsuki murmured, lips brushing against the boy’s ear as he leaned closer, body pressing against the trembling verdette underneath him, “Taking me so well, so- ahh, fuck, baby, so beautiful." He spoke in between gasps, his words filled with genuine praises.
The words rolling out of his tongue only made it more intense. Kacchan’s praises, the sounds of skin slapping, the heat and intimacy of the moment — it felt overwhelming yet immensely satisfying.
Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure coursing through Izuku, his mind and body consumed by the overwhelming sensations. He gasped and panted, wrapping his shaking arms around the blond’s neck. Katsuki immediately understood what he wanted as he removed his hand from the verdette’s mouth, leaning down and sealing their lips together in a wet kiss.
Katsuki was pushing him to his limit, every snap of his hips making him feel a bit more unhinged. He whimpered and whined, unable to form any coherent words apart from mere, strangled moans as the blond pushed his tongue down his throat.
The kiss was desperate and passionate, the taste and sensation filling Izuku's mind. He was lost in the intensity of it all, his tongue tangling with Katsuki's, his moans muffled by the blond's mouth against his. His grip on the other’s neck was tight, his nails digging into the skin.
Izuku's whines get more desperate as the blond's hand pressed on his stomach, the warmth spurring him on.
Katsuki pulled away from the kiss, breath hitching and movement getting more desperate, "Gonna cum, fuck." He grunted, looking at the verdette's face as if seeking purchase, "Gonna cum, Izuku."
The said boy didn't respond, completely lost in pleasure. With that, Katsuki kept fucking into him, using him like his own personal toy with no intentions of pulling out.
“Gonna fill you up nice and full, h-hah… want that, ‘Zuku? Shit , you feel so good, clenching around me like a fucking whore. Could fuck this hole ‘till morning, you'd want that, yeah? Wanna skip class and ride me instead? How ‘bout I bend you over in the bathroom stall, let Half n Half bastard hear you cum on my cock like a bitch? You'd like that, won't you, Izuku? Come on, say something. Use your mouth.”
Katsuki whispered nonsense into the verdette’s skin. Izuku held onto him tightly, wanting to be closer, to feel more. The tension built up, the sensations growing more intense, and Katsuki's words only pushed him closer to the edge. The hand pressing against his stomach added to the feeling, and he could feel it building, the pleasure growing unbearable.
“K-Kacchan… ahn.. I.. I-I’m…"
“F-Fuck, Izuku, cum, show me how good I feel inside you.”
Izuku was at his peak, unable to form words, unable to do anything but moan and feel as his resolve weakened, cock spurting ribbons of whites that covered his chest. His body shuddered violently, tears rolling down his cheeks and tracing over his freckles as pleasure blinded him.
“Good boy, good boy. So pretty, f-fuck, sweetheart… Just a little more, ‘ya still with me?” Katsuki continued snapping his hips, abusing the verdette’s gaping hole without a care. Every rational thought was thrown out the window, chasing his own release. The desperate pistoning of his hips continued for what seemed like forever, Izuku a muttering mess under him, fucked out and sensitive, with nothing else to do but take his cock.
“‘Zuku, Izuku," The blond slurred, hips stuttering as he filled the verdette with his seed. He pushed in deep, as far as he could go, "Fuck, Izuku, take it, take my cum.”
"Hah K-Kacchan… so f-full…"
Katsuki stilled for a moment, making sure his cum was buried deep, making sure Izuku could feel the warmth filling him up. He slowly pulled out, watching as his seed seeped from the verdette’s hole to the covers of his bed, painting the dark blanket with a mix of their juices.
Izuku's body shuddered, his breaths coming in short, shallow gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction. He was a mess, sticky with sweat, his hair on his face. The heat emanating from their bodies, the sound of their breaths, and the softness of the sheets beneath them created an intimate yet comforting space.
Yet as Katsuki stood up from the bed and walked off without a word, Izuku was suddenly reminded of his position in the blond's life. The sudden departure left him feeling a bit empty, and he tried not to dwell on the thought, but it gnawed at his mind.
He knew he loved Kacchan with all his heart. And for a moment, he thought maybe the feelings were reciprocated. The intimacy they shared couldn't be denied, yet the lack of reassurance or acknowledgment outside of these moments hurt. The aftermath left him with questions and uncertainty. He wanted to ask if Katsuki cared for him, if their relationship meant more than just these moments in the darkness of his bedroom.
But he shouldn't, right? Whatever they have right now, it’s better. He can't go back to what they used to be, not after this.
And so, Izuku carefully sits up, the pain on his lower half reminding him of the moment they just shared. With his body still trembling, he reached for his clothes on the floor and proceeded to dress himself up, painfully slow. He would do it as fast as he could and bolt out of there, if not for his shaking hands.
He should leave. They'll talk about this in the morning, or perhaps they won't talk about it at all. It doesn't matter.
As he tried to shake off the emotions, Izuku realized tears were welling up in his eyes. The combination of uncertainty, vulnerability, and yearning was almost too much. He blinked, trying to stop the tears from falling, but they blurred his vision, making him vulnerable and raw in his thoughts.
In that moment, he felt alone, despite being in the same room as the person he loved.
“The fuck are you doing?"
Katsuki’s voice cut through the heavy air, and Izuku looked up at him, dumbfounded.
“I’m… dressing up…?”
"Why the fuck?”
"I… because… i-isn’t this the part where I leave?”
There was a mix of confusion and irritation in Katsuki's eyes, it was evident in his furrowed brow and the intensity of his gaze.
“Jesus fucking christ, Izuku. Sit your ass back down before I punch your teeth in.”
Izuku hesitantly obeyed, putting the clothes back down. His heart was still hammering in his chest, the intensity of the situation making his throat dry. He found it difficult to read Kacchan at this moment, unsure of what to say or what to expect of him.
“Let me clean you up, asshole." The blond muttered, voice low. He took the wet towel he got from his bathroom and pushed the boy’s legs open.
Izuku quickly tried to close his legs, embarrassment coursing through him, “I-It’s okay, Kacchan, really. I can take a quick shower and besides, I've been here for too long.”
“Why are you so damn eager to leave?"
“I-I’m not, it's just, I might be bothering you."
"We just fucked.”
"I know!”
"Tone it the fuck down, nerd. It's almost 1 AM.”
“Sorry. I mean I know. It’s just— ngh—! ” The verdette whimpered in surprise as Katsuki carefully worked on getting off the thick cum that was still sitting inside his hole, “K-Kacchan, stop doing that."
“I'm just cleaning you up. Fucking pervert."
"I told y-you I can—”
"God shut up.”
Katsuki's actions were gentle, despite his harsh tone. The sensations were overwhelming for Izuku, his back arching slightly as the other continued. The situation was strange. Katsuki was taking care of him, yet his words were sharp and filled with some unspoken emotion. It left Izuku feeling confused, his heart a mix of yearning and uncertainty.
“Kacchan,"
“What?"
“Are we ever going to talk about this?" He managed to ask, "When we're… I don't know, sober?”
"I'm sober, ‘Zuku. Never been this fine."
“Then…?"
Katsuki heaved a sigh, putting the towel down and instead squatting in front of the verdette, red eyes locked on his green ones.
“Alright, what do you wanna talk about?"
Katsuki's response caught Izuku off guard. He had expected a sharp retort, but instead, he was met with an offer to talk. His heart was still thudding hard, his eyes meeting Katsuki's with a mix of vulnerability and hesitance.
He felt naked and exposed under that intense gaze, as if Katsuki could see into his very soul.
"I... I don't know," He admitted softly, his voice a small whisper, "I just... I guess I just want to know where we stand, where I stand. I mean, what does this make us?”
Katsuki remained silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. His gaze was intense, unwavering, as if he was trying to read Izuku's emotions. It was a strange contrast to his usual brash persona.
“Look nerd," He started, “I don't go around fucking people."
“I know that. And I'm not saying you do, and it's not my business if you do.”
“Alright, well, fuck you. It should be your business."
Izuku's confusion only grew with the blond’s words. He had expected a straightforward no, a clear rejection of any further discussions. But instead, Katsuki's response was something different, a mix of bluntness and protectiveness that left Izuku's head spinning.
His hands fidgeted nervously in his lap, his eyes searching Katsuki's face for some sort of answer, some hint of what the blond truly meant, but Katsuki's expression gave nothing away.
"What do you mean?" Izuku asked softly.
“God I don't know how to do this.” Kacchan’s rare admission surprised the verdette, the vulnerability in his tone evident. It was unusual for the blond to be so unsure, to struggle with words.
“I-It’s okay, we don't have to talk about this right now. We're both tired and— and it's late. Sorry, Kacchan.”
"No, listen, I want to talk about this. About us. So sit your ass down and bear the fuck with me.”
Izuku's heart fluttered at Katsuki's words. He nodded, his gaze still locked on his fiery red ones as he sat back down, the bed shifting slightly under his weight. He was still nervous, his hands fidgeting slightly in his lap, but he was determined to hear out what Kacchan had to say.
“I want you, Izuku. And not— not just like this, I want more of you. I want to do those, fuck, cringe shit Tail and Invisible Girl does. I want to continue making you katsudon at the most inappropriate time. I want to count the freckles on your cheek and draw the ones you've lost. So, god, Izuku, can I be your… fucking boyfriend, or whatever the fuck people call it?”
The way Katsuki spoke was sincere, the usual harshness in his voice replaced by a softer, vulnerable tone. His confession hit Izuku hard, the words echoing in his mind as if on repeat.
Kacchan truly wanted him, in the way he yearned to be wanted.
“And fuck you. I wanted to make this— I don't know, more proper? Romantic? But you just had to make me say all this cringe shit while you sit there naked. You're so stupid, Izuku."
The words were simple, yet they carried a weight that made Izuku's chest swell. The mix of emotions in Katsuki's voice — frustration and affection — was evident. He wanted to make it perfect, to create a romantic moment, but his confession came out in a whirlwind of emotions, all because of Izuku.
But the verdette couldn't help but feel nothing but joy. To have the usually composed and guarded Kacchan struggling to express himself sent a shiver down his spine. He knew he played a part in that, his naked vulnerability making things raw and honest.
“T-That was romantic, Kacchan."
“It's not. Your dick is out."
“Okay, let's not talk about my thing."
“Your thing?"
“What?"
“You were whimpering and shit 10 minutes ago and now you can't say dick?"
"Oh my god, are we going through this again?”
"It's either this or you answer my damn confession like a decent person.”
“Oh, right!"
“You're so stupid."
Izuku laughed, his voice bouncing off the walls and filling Katsuki’s ears. “I guess you can be my boyfriend, even if I'm stupid."
"You little shit.”
"Hey, be grateful.”
“Wow. I'm so blessed."
The banter, the mix of sass and affection, it all felt so right. It was familiar, comforting in its own way. Guess his silly notes about his… ex bully and now boyfriend didn't ruin anything after all, but instead strengthened their relationship. Which was, well, really fucking awesome.
“Just so you know, I'm not gonna go easy on you. I'll still be number one.”
"I'll get ahead of you.”
There's not a lot to be promised in a world full of uncertainties, where supernatural abilities manifest and evil flourish. But some things are constant, just like their unrelenting pace towards the path of being heroes, of being Deku and Kacchan, of winning to save — saving to win…. of being by each other’s side for, well, just forever.