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Katsuki leaned confidently against the edge of his desk; two thick, strong arms folded tightly across his broad, muscular chest. His face was fixed with its usual scowl as the clock slowly ticked down the final minutes of his last day at U.A. High School. He eyed his fellow classmates with disdain as they tearfully hugged each other goodbye. He was already beyond annoyed by their overly emotional displays, his jaw clenching tightly behind pursed lips, hiding the fact he was quietly fuming.

Stupid dumbasses act like they’ll never see each other again! Blubbering all over the place like a bunch of fuckin’ babies! 

To his left, he caught sight of Ashido squeezing Kirishima so tight around the neck, one of her horns poked him straight in the eye. He didn’t seem bothered by it though, he just smiled blissfully while his face flushed a bright shade of red. It’s rosy hue perfectly matching the crimson spikes of his hair. 

What a pathetic idiot. 

Katsuki prided himself on never letting anyone see him blush or really see any emotions from him at all... other than anger and annoyance. He'd become a master of hiding signs of weakness, carefully perfecting his cover over the last three years so nobody would dare approach him. He’d closely guarded his feelings as well, never letting anyone get too close, never letting his walls down even for a second. After all that work, he sure as hell wasn't going to break down now when school was finally over. This was the moment he’d been waiting for, the moment he’d finally be rid of these losers and out in the real-world fighting villains. School had only been a necessary step toward his final goal of being the #1 hero, a dream he’d had for as far back as he could remember. There wasn’t anything to be sad about now, he was finally free. He wouldn’t miss a single thing about this shitty place. 

“Kacchan?” 

A soft, timid voice suddenly spoke from behind him, sending a bolt of electricity straight up Katsuki’s spine. He, of course, knew the owner of that voice instantly, how could he not. Bracing himself for the worst, he aggressively turned around to face him. 

“What? Fuck! Don't call me that here… stupid Deku,” Katsuki muttered, desperately trying to maintain his signature stoic expression in the face of the one person who always managed to tear it down. 

“I-I'm sorry Ka-, oops, I-I just wanted to say congratulations and best of luck. You know… since it’s our last day together.” 

Katsuki felt an immediate jolt of adrenaline stab him right through the center of his chest. The unexpected pain unlocked an overwhelming emotional response that threatened to crack his firmly set jaw. His eyes darted away from the glistening, bright green orbs staring sappily up at him. “Yeah, whatever! It’s not a big deal. Why’s everyone acting so fucking sad all the sudden? Don’t they wanna graduate and get the hell out of here?” 

Izuku didn’t even flinch, long accustomed to Kacchan’s way of speaking, he smiled, patting Katsuki on the arm. “Well, you know, it’s the last time we’ll all be here together... like this.” 

Katsuki snorted an aggravated exhale, rolling his eyes. He wasn’t going to let stupid Deku break him, not right here in front of everyone. “Well thank fuck for that! S’bout time we got out of this hell hole and started fightin’ like real pros!” 

Izuku’s smile widened, his eyes twinkling in that unique way that always made Katsuki’s palms immediately start to sweat. The familiar burn was like trying to hold the sizzling end of a stick of dynamite. His skin was immune to the heat, but the tiny, suppressed explosions were difficult to conceal. He kept his hands tucked behind his back. 

“I guess I’ll just miss seeing all my friends every day," Izuku choked. "I can’t even remember what life was like before we moved into the dorms. It’s going to be so weird out there alone.” 

Katsuki swallowed against the lump of emotion which had lodged itself right in the middle of his throat. “Stop being so fucking emotional, you weirdo! Today’s the greatest day ever! I can’t wait to never see these fuckwads again!” 

Izuku pouted, blinking slowly three times, his dark lashes fanned across the smooth glowing skin of his freckled cheeks. “But Kacchan, isn’t there anything you’ll miss about UA?” He asked sweetly, his voice singing with a soft lilt. It struck Katsuki’s heart like a dart filled with poisonous venom, he winced. 

You… Katsuki thought to himself, which only made the singed surface of his palms spark wilder. It was nearly impossible to contain the smoke. “No shitty Deku! I ain’t gonna miss anything or anyone! Besides, I’m sure all your nerdy ass friends will be banging down your fucking door every goddamn day! So stop lookin’ at me like that!” 

“Like what?” Izuku responded curiously, wondering why Kacchan was getting angrier by the second. He nervously chewed his bottom lip, pondering his friend’s aggression. 

“With your fucking huge ass watery eyes, that’s what! Lookin’ like your about to start balling all over me, for fuck’s sake!” 

No longer able to hold back his emotions, Katsuki stormed off just as the final bell rang, thankful to end his awkward conversation with Deku. He didn’t even pause when several classmates tried to tell him, goodbye. He was glad to be out of there, once and for all. 

“What’s wrong with him?” Todoroki questioned, coming to stand beside Izuku, having noticed the commotion. 

“I think Kacchan was trying to hide the fact that he’s sad this was our last day.” 

Todoroki considered this; one eyebrow slightly raised. “Hmmm, I doubt that. Being sad would actually require Lord Explosion Murder to have feelings.” 

“Oh! Are you two talking about Bakugou?” Momo inquired, joining their conversation. “He left before I could invite everyone to a big party tonight at my parent’s club. They’ve reserved the whole place just for our class.” 

“I can text him,” Izuku offered, pulling out his phone. “I’m sure he won’t want to miss a big party, especially since it’s our last one as seniors.” 

“Are we even talking about the same person?” Todoroki sighed, wishing his friend would stop being so nice to someone who didn’t deserve it. “He never hangs out with any of us, I doubt that’ll ever change.” 

“Kacchan hangs out with us all the time,” Izuku defended him, always quick to do so whenever Katsuki’s actions were put into question.

“Only in the dorm because he had no choice. I’m sure now that school is over, he’s not going to give any of us the time of day. Especially not at a party.” 

Izuku didn’t want to think about that. He still had hopes he and Kacchan would work together side by side. Maybe not as partners like he’d once hoped, but at least on the same team. He couldn’t imagine a future without him, no matter how difficult their friendship could be. 

“Did someone say party?” Kirishima busted in, his face still glowing from the enormous hug he’d been enjoying. 

“Yes! Tonight, at my parent’s club. In honor of our last day as UA students. Everyone is invited.” 

“Sweet,” the toothy redhead replied, leaning over to hook his arm through Ashido’s elbow. “You comin’ too babe?” 

“A party? Hell yeah! I’ll bring something to spike the punch!” 

“Father said we can have champagne, as long as everyone promises not to drink too much.” 

“I heard booze, so I’ll be there,” Shinsou added dryly, having been eavesdropping on their conversation. He turned his gaze toward Todoroki who side-eyed him approvingly with a wordless agreement. 

Stepping away from the group Izuku began to type his message to Katsuki. 

MI: There’s a party tonight!

BK: Don’t care.

MI: Everyone’s going!

BK: Good for them.

MI: I’m going!

BK: So?

MI: I could swing by your place, and we could walk together?

BK: I don’t need anyone to walk with me!

MI: So, does that mean you’re going?

BK: ((no response))

MI: It would mean a lot to me if you would come…

BK: Fucking fine!

MI: Great! I’ll come by your place at 8!

BK: Whatever. 

Izuku’s face lit up like a Christmas tree! His green eyes sparkling like tinsel as he bounced on the balls of his feet. “Kacchan is coming too!” He announced happily to the group, which was only met by a collective sigh. 

“When are you ever gonna give up on him?” Shinsou complained. “Everyone else already has.” 

Izuku frowned, ignoring his comment. “I’m sure you’re happy to hear he’s coming, right Kirishima?” 

“Uhhh, yeah, I guess. Although Bakugou doesn’t really talk to me much anymore. He’s been really distant the last few months, I don’t know why.” 

“Well that sour puss isn’t going to ruin this epic party!” Ashido fired back, hoisting one fist in the air. “This is our last night together and we’re gonna make it one we’ll never forget!” 

Everyone cheered in agreement, heading for the school exit. They energetically talked about the party, what they’d wear, and what they could bring. Izuku was left standing alone in the hall, he pulled out his phone nervously looking at the texts from Kacchan again. He wondered if he’d become more distant with him as well. Hadn’t their relationship always been stuck in this same push and pull game? Maybe he hadn’t noticed a change. Maybe something was actually wrong, and he’d been too blind to see it? Stowing his phone away, Izuku decided tonight he’d get to the bottom of what was eating Kacchan. No matter what it took.

Katsuki laid face down on his bed with a pillow over his head, music blaring from his stereo as loud as it would go. 

“KATSUKI!!!! Turn down that music right now!!!” His mother's voice rang out from below.

“SHUT UP OLD LADY!! I’LL DO WHAT I WANT!!!” 

“YOU ARE STILL LIVING IN OUR HOUSE YOUNG MAN, SO YOU’LL OBEY OUR RULES!!” 

“I’M A GROWN ASS ADULT! LEAVE ME ALONE!!” 

“DON’T YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT!! I’LL COME UP THERE AND BLAST THAT STEREO INTO DUST!!” 

Grumbling loudly, now extremely pissed off, Katsuki violently pushed himself up out of bed to turn down the music. He knew his mother would probably be happy to destroy his new stereo, so it wasn’t worth the risk. 

“THANK YOU!” His mother proclaimed proudly, knowing she’d won yet another disagreement. 

“DIE!!” Katsuki fired back, hurling his body back down on his bed, enraged. The loud music had still been the only thing to successfully drown out his thoughts. Now he was forced once again to listen to himself think. 

A fucking party tonight… with Deku coming here first!!?? That nerd, with his cute fucking face, and those goddamn giant eyes of his! When am I ever gonna stop being a fucking pussy when it comes to him?!!? Pisses me the fuck off! Why didn't I just say NO!!?? Of course I can’t say no, because it’s fucking Deku! God, I'm an embarrassment! What kind of hero can’t even stand up to one shitty nerd!!  

Continuing to torture himself, Katsuki fumbled for his phone. He’d chucked it on the floor after agreeing to go to the party, Deku’s texts burning a hole through his brain. He hated himself for reading them over and over.

“Why’s he gotta use all these fucking emojis for?” Katsuki murmured to himself, running one finger over their conversation. He imagined he could almost reach out and touch the person at the other end. “So pathetic, ughhhh! Get a grip on yourself!” 

Katsuki hated weakness. More than that, he despised it. But for as long as he could remember his most debilitating weakness was Izuku Midoriya, Deku, his nerdy childhood friend.

Izuku had tagged along behind him, running right at his heels, worshipping the ground he walked on for nearly 18 years. Katsuki had taken pleasure from his adoration, allowing it to feed his ego, right up until 3 years ago when the tables had turned. That was when their lopsided friendship turned to rivalry, and nerdy little Deku transformed from a nuisance into a lethal chunk of bright green kryptonite.

The power he held over Katsuki weakened and enslaved him, all with just one look from those perfectly round emerald, green eyes. Eyes that saw right through to his very soul, exposing every lie he’d constructed, destroying every shield he’d tried in vain to raise against them. Eyes like laser beams, cutting through his defensive walls like they were made of tissue paper. He’d hated him for it, fighting tooth and nail to put distance between them.

But those laser-sharp eyes always managed to pull him back in, like the earth’s own gravity originated behind them. When he was anywhere near Deku he could barely remember how to breathe, his weakening state infuriating him. 

The last several months had been nothing short of torture. Restless dreams plagued him, night after miserable night, with fits of tossing and turning. Recurring dreams of lush green fields under his feet and canopies of thick evergreen trees blocking the sky. The smell of grass encircling his head as the chilling wind danced across his skin; and those eyes, Izuku’s eyes, staring at him from every direction. Watching him, exposing him, peeling away every layer of his charade with no hope of escaping their power. School had been a living hell, even thinking about it now, Katsuki could see the glow of green behind his closed eyelids. His heartrate increased, and his lips parted to let quickened breaths escape. It was like drowning in a sea of fresh clover, the smell covering him up as the tender leaves caressed his skin. Unable to stop himself he reached across his body and ran one hand gently along his own arm, wanting to find something there, something tangible and real. But he was always alone, his senses deceiving him.

It was a cruel trick really; one he hadn’t been able to tell anyone about. Not even his closest friends. All he could do was suffer alone, his anger and exhaustion lashing out at anyone who came near him. 

Looking at the clock, it was nearly 6:00pm, Deku would be there in two hours. Katsuki’s skin prickled, raising in gooseflesh as he imagined those beautiful eyes greeting him at the door. 

What the fuck am I gonna do? He asked himself honestly, toying with the idea of admitting to his sin. He imagined grabbing Deku roughly by the neck of his shirt, telling him the impossible truth. That his nightly dreams were haunted by visions of his face and he couldn’t take it anymore. He’d already lost what few friends he’d had in his attempt to keep his feelings secret. He’d tried to shut out the whole world to protect himself, but it hadn’t really worked. He’d failed at solving the problem or even making a dent in it really. Nothing made the recurring dreams go away, especially since all he really wanted was to make them all come true. 

He flopped over on his side and stared at the blank wall next to his bed. Deku had always been so kind to him, such a good and loyal friend, more than he’d deserved. But if he told him the truth it could ruin everything. Their strained friendship crumbling apart, there’d be nothing left to hold them together. The thought of which terrified him. 

I can’t lose him. 

Maybe if he dropped some subtle hints at the party, opening the door just a crack, Deku would show him a sign. Something to signal there could be more than friendship between them. It was a risk, but what other choice did he have? Continuing on like this seemed impossible, and quite frankly dangerous. A pro-hero who couldn’t sleep, constantly plagued by distracting thoughts, would be an easy target. He’d not only fail at becoming the #1 hero, but he might end up dead in the process. Was this secret really worth taking to the grave? The answer came quickly as no, of course it wasn’t. 

I’ll tell him tonight. 

Even admitting the plan to himself was horrifying, but at least there’d be no school tomorrow. No public shame to endure once he was turned down. It was simple really, if Deku refused him, he’d just disappear, throw himself into his hero work and try to forget him. That was the only idea he could think of. It would be worth a shot if it could end his suffering. 

Katsuki hovered near the front room window, peering behind the curtain toward the street. It was pathetic, but he couldn’t help himself. He knew he needed time to prepare for Deku’s arrival before he knocked at the door. At least he’d have ten seconds to remember how to breathe before putting on his grand façade to head off for the party. 

It wasn’t but a few more minutes before he saw a tuft of green curls bobbing behind the wall in front of his house. Those luscious locks Katsuki fantasized about touching, wondering how they’d feel running between his fingers. His heart skipped a beat as he pulled himself away from the window to assemble his best attempt at fake disinterest. 

The light rapping of knuckles on the door made Katsuki jump a bit, even though he’d known they were coming. It seemed that no matter how much he tried to prepare for Deku, he never really could. 

“MOM! I’M LEAVING!” Katsuki shouted back toward the kitchen, irritated. 

“OK darling, have fun!” She called back to him. 

Yeah right, fun. 

Spinning on his heels he reached for the door, violently ripping it open. The sudden rush of wind caused Deku to jump and squeal out. 

“Damn it! Calm down nerd! You afraid of a fucking door now?” Katsuki roared, already taken aback by Deku’s presence, trying to hide the thrill currently coursing through his veins. 

“Kacchan, you surprised me! Wow you look really nice. Is that a new shirt?” 

Katsuki flinched, aggressively stuffing his hands into his front pants pockets. “No stupid Deku, it’s not new! Like I would even care about what I wear to this lame ass fucking party!” 

But Izuku was right of course, Katsuki did have on a new shirt, one his Mom had bought for him a couple of weeks ago, but he’d never worn. It was a tight, dark green knit top that hugged every muscle and curve, encasing his upper body in the same radiant color as Deku’s eyes. He’d loved the shirt so much he’d practically lost his shit the first time he saw it. Putting it on felt like being wrapped in a soft layer of Deku himself. It was embarrassingly stupid, but true. 

“Oh, sorry, I don’t think I’ve seen it before. It’s really nice.” 

Deku’s smile was warm and welcoming, he always looked so happy to see him it made Katsuki’s cock twitch expectantly. He was an expert now at hiding erections, after months of practice ever since the dreams first started. A daily occurrence in the classroom each morning when Deku greeted him like they hadn’t seen each other in ages. 

“Whatever nerd, let’s just go.” 

Katsuki’s gaze drifted to the left so he could take in the impressive view of Deku’s chiseled chest bulging against the thin cotton fabric of a bright red shirt. He loved him in that fucking red shirt, the color setting off his hair and eyes like he was a giant holiday gift wrapped just for him. He fought the urge to take his hand, or better yet wrap an arm around his thin waist, it was torture having him so close. Not to mention he smelled like fresh pine and tangy citrus, with hints of sage and lemongrass. A heavenly aroma trademarked only to Deku which caused the front of his pants to strain against his growing hard on. He tightened his fists.

“I’m so excited you decided to come! This is going to be a great party!" 

Katsuki’s cheeks burned, thankfully hidden in the cover of darkness as they walked along the dimly lit sidewalk. “Yeah well, I probably won’t stay long. I just wanted to get the fuck away from my parents tonight, I'm so tired of their bullshit.” 

It was about a fifteen-minute walk to the party. Deku babbled the entire way there about a hundred different topics, none of which Katsuki could even remember by the time they got to the club. Something about graduation, something about finding jobs, and something about moving out this summer. None of it mattered to him though, because all Katsuki could think about was how in the hell he was going to tell Deku the truth about his feelings. His heart hammering as they approached the door, he truly felt like he might pass out from the stress. 

“Here we are, I hope we’re not late!” Izuku trilled as he enthusiastically opened the door. 

As soon as the heavy doors parted, they were met with the celebratory sight of all their classmates dancing and jumping around to some painfully loud music. A huge dance floor, situated under a sea of what looked to be about a thousand glowing paper lanterns, was surely a sight to behold. 

“Wow!” Izuku sighed in awe. “This is amazing! Come on Kacchan! Let’s go dance!” He firmly grabbed hold of Katsuki’s wrist, pulling him into the party before he could even object. 

Once on the dance floor, Izuku was hugged and high fived by at least a dozen people. Of course that was no surprise, him being one of the most popular and well-liked students from their class. His face was beaming with pure joy, a feeling that Katsuki couldn’t relate to, and probably never would. 

“Hey man! I can’t believe you’re actually here!” Kirishima erupted from behind Katsuki, throwing both arms around his shoulders. “Here, have a drink! It was made special by my girl,” he said with a wink. “Guaranteed to put a smile on your face.” 

Katsuki eyed the plastic cup like it might contain poison. “Your girl?” He asked suspiciously before lifting the drink to sniff it. The immediate burn of liquor hitting him right in the eyes. 

“Yeah, I finally got up the nerve to ask Mina to be my girlfriend, and she said yes! So we are fucking celebrating my brother! Cheers!” 

Kirishima’s drink splashed against Katsuki’s cup, slopping some over the side before he tipped it back, drinking the entire contents in one long gulp. Thinking maybe the booze would give him the courage he needed to survive this hellish night, he slugged down his own drink, despite the immediate burn, instantly met with cheers from everyone standing around him. 

Kirishima stumbled away promising everyone refills. Katsuki suddenly felt his body taken unwillingly by the beat of the music. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, exhaling deeply through the alcohol’s burn. 

Fuck it, if this is my last night with these assholes I might as well enjoy it. 

The dance floor was packed with gyrating bodies, as the bass boomed low in the pit of Katsuki’s stomach. Word must have gotten out that there was a party because he was catching glimpses of people out of the corner of his eye that he didn’t even know. Even some heroes had joined in the fun which was more than even this large room could hold. Realizing next that he’d lost sight of Deku, he stopped and scanned the crowd for that familiar mop of green curls. It didn’t take long before he spotted him a few meters away speaking closely into someone’s ear. 

Fuck, is that half and half bastard moving in on my Deku?  Katsuki tore off furiously toward them, shoving dancers out of the way, desperate to get to Deku’s side and get him away from who he was talking to. 

“Oiy! What’s going on here? Are you two measuring dicks or something?” Katsuki snarled, failing at maintaining his indifference as he fumed at the sight of Izuku and Todoroki huddled close together. 

“Kacchan, what’s wrong?” Izuku asked innocently, his emerald, green eyes wide with shock. “We were just chatting about graduation, that’s all. Are you OK? Are you mad at me?” 

Katsuki felt called out and embarrassed by his explosion, not having a good explanation as to why he’d just barged in on their conversation like a jealous boyfriend. 

Todoroki flashed a cool smile, his eyes narrowing with a knowing expression. “I’m going to go find Shinsou, I think he owes me some money.” 

“Money?” Izuku replied quizzically, his forehead scrunched with confusion. “For what?” 

“I believe I just won a bet we made earlier.” A triumphant smile spread across Todoroki’s face. “And I’m going to make him pay up before he passes out.” 

Katsuki was enraged, feeling the implication of what exactly this bet was about, knowing he’d just shown all of his cards to the one person who could blow his entire act out of the water. 

“Fuck off, icy hot.” Bakugou growled, hating the fact that just a few short months ago Todoroki had bravely come out to their entire class, confidently telling them all he was gay. Katsuki hated him even more after that day. The jealousy of seeing one of his rivals doing the one thing he was too scared to do himself consumed him. 

Thankfully Deku was oblivious as he waved and smiled, not having any idea what was going on. “OK, see ya later Shotou!” 

“It’s fucking loud and hot in here! Where the hell did all these goddamn people come from?” Katsuki complained. 

“Oh, I know how to help you Kacchan, I’ve been here before for Momo’s birthday parties. There’s a huge garden out back, we can go get you some fresh air.” 

Well isn’t that fucking convenient. Bakugou thought to himself. 

Izuku was utterly cheerful as he took hold of Katsuki’s wrist once again, leading him off the dance floor. He thrived when he was helping people of course, always ready to be the knight in shining armor to any of his friends. Katsuki allowed himself to be led but caught sight of Todoroki whispering in Shinsou's ear as they headed out the back door. The two of them smiling those same shit eating grins that made Katsuki want to burn the whole fucking place to the ground. I’m gonna fuckin’ kill those two assholes later, I don’t trust them not to run their big fucking mouths to every damn person in this place! 

Once outside, the cool night air collided against Katsuki’s sweat covered face like a million icy pinpricks across his skin. The breeze flowed through the loose knit fabric of his damp, green shirt causing his body to tremble from the chill. 

“I bet that feels better doesn’t it Kacchan? I know you always get too hot in stuffy crowds like that. Do you feel better now?” 

Deku’s gentle features were beaming bright in the soft blue glow of moonlight, his green eyes cast in shadow, making them as black as volcanic obsidian. The evening breeze tossed soft looping curls of hair across his forehead; Katsuki had to use all the control he could muster not to reach out and brush them aside. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” 

“We can go sit down on that bench over there, I bet you’re tired of standing on your feet, especially after all that dancing.” 

Damn Deku always being so fucking nice, just stop it already this is hard enough. 

Dropping down on the bench, Katsuki felt his lungs release a long exhale of nervous energy, he didn’t even realize he’d been holding it in. This was going to be it, there’d never be another chance as good as this. They were alone, it was dark, and he’d had just enough booze to loosen him up. If he didn’t do it now, he knew he never would. 

“I’m actually really glad we came out here because I wanted to talk to you about something,” Izuku said quickly before Katsuki even had a chance to start talking. 

“What the fuck?” Katsuki swore, caught off guard by Deku taking charge of the conversation first. 

“Oh, it’s nothing bad, I was just thinking you’d seemed sort of different lately. And I wanted to make sure you’re OK. With school ending and real life starting soon. That can be a stressful time… we could talk about it if you want?” 

Katsuki was furious. He didn’t want Deku to start a deep philosophical conversation right now about their futures. He wasn’t ready to even answer those types of questions anyway. Not until he got what he needed to say off his chest first. 

“Goddamnit Deku, why you always gotta be like this, huh? I’m not out here to play fucking 20 questions with you! Can you just shut up for five freaking seconds and let me say something!” 

Deku’s eyes blew wide with shock, never imagining Katsuki would be the one who wanted to talk first. That never happened, not in their entire history as friends. 

“Kacchan, I'm sorry, of course you can say anything to me.” 

Katsuki balled his fists up tight, plucking up the courage to turn and face Deku on the very small bench where they sat so dangerously close together. It was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do. As he rotated toward his oldest friend, he felt the world melt away. 

“Sometimes shit’s not easy to say.” Katsuki’s throat constricted as their eyes met properly for the first time in a long time, years perhaps. Their faces just inches apart. Deku’s eyes were wide, and his lips were parted, staring up at him with a look of curiosity and wonderment. Katsuki felt himself slip into those two dark and endless pools, his body going numb. Feeling the warm breath of Deku’s exhaled breath dancing across the exposed skin of his neck, he was lost in the moment. Unable to stop himself, for it had all just become too much to hold inside, his body leaned forward minutely. No longer in control, he licked his lips in anticipation… he was past the point of no return. 

“Please tell me,” Deku whispered. “I-I want to know… I need to know.” 

Deku’s breathy words of admission sent a shiver over Katsuki’s whole body. It was a sign, he knew it had to be, Deku was practically begging for it. Throwing caution to the wind he lunged forward at last, crashing his mouth against Deku’s unsuspecting lips, their pillowy softness willingly accepting the sudden invasion. 

The heat was instant, like the whoosh of a giant flame kicking up from the ground, it enveloped them both in a fiery kiss. Katsuki felt like he'd just crossed a burning desert to find a watery oasis. His mouth was hungry and urgent, his hands reaching to take hold of Deku’s soft head of curls. The slippery locks running between his fingers just as he’d always imagined they would. He hummed gratefully against their wet mouths, pulling Deku’s face closer to press his tongue against the seam of his lips. 

Deku’s lips parted like a delicate flower opening in springtime. The movement accompanied by a deep sigh that shot right to Katsuki’s cock, sending his mind over the edge. His tongue dove into the velvety warmth of Deku’s mouth, lapping and stroking as he hummed and sighed, relishing every lick of his moist, hot sweetness. The feeling was mind blowing, his heart ready to explode from the rapture overtaking him. He pulled greedily, needing Deku to be closer to him. He wanted to feel his body press against him, the passion of their deep urgent kissing, coupling with Deku’s high-pitched sighs and moans, consumed Katsuki with a burning desire for more. He needed more contact, more skin, more of everything, more Deku. 

“Come here,” Katsuki growled between kisses, shifting his hands to pull Deku onto his lap, his stocky legs and strong thighs straddling him with ease. He felt amazing up there, like he’d been made to fit right against his swelling cock. Their chests heaving against one another as their hands fumbled in the dark. 

Deku’s arms wrapped lovingly around Katsuki’s neck, his kisses pressing hard against his burning lips. They traded control, their tongues in a dance for power as one would overtake the other, then fall back panting from exhaustion. Their thirst was evenly matched, devouring one another’s sounds as their lips bruised from longing. 

It was a first kiss that lasted for minutes, maybe hours or even days, it was hard to tell. Time seemed to stand still as Izuku was grinding in his best friend’s lap, bobbing up and down in a mindless seductive rhythm. “Kacchannnn,” he moaned, over and over between gulps for breath. His body writhing as their cocks pressed firmly together, straining through thin fabric, rock hard, trapped between their heated bodies. 

“Fffuck, Deku,” Katsuki whimpered, his brain unable to catch up with what was actually happening. It felt like a dream, this strong body arching over him, rubbing against him with a building friction that threatened to make him cum. He’d had a hundred wet dreams that couldn’t have possibly prepared him for the insane level of ecstasy he was feeling right now. “You feel so fucking good, ride me just like that.” 

Deku responded by pressing Katsuki’s head back, exposing the length of his neck. He dipped down to place kisses along the underside of his jaw, his tongue tracing a line up to   his ear, all the while thrusting against him. 

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” Katsuki groaned, the wet skin sending chills over his body as the wind danced across his flesh. 

“I’m so happy,” Deku whispered against his ear, his body still grinding in deep shuttering thrusts. “I thought maybe, but I wasn’t sure. And y-you finally did it.” 

His voice broke and Katsuki hoped he wasn’t about to start balling. That would definitely ruin everything. “Damn it Deku, don’t you fucking cry on me,” he threatened. “You know I can’t stand that shit.” 

Deku pulled his face back from Katsuki’s neck, the moon shining bright across his dazzling smile. “I promise I’m not going to cry Kacchan.” His hooded eyes gleaming from above against the darkness of the night sky. “This is just the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

Katsuki narrowed his eyes, then roughly grasped Deku’s rolling hips in both hands, flexing his hips upward into the pressure. “Just shut up and kiss me nerd,” he demanded, his eyes twinkling devilishly, knowing he too felt the same way.

Izuku obeyed the order, immediately dropping down to reconnect their kiss-swollen lips, the fire once more consuming them.

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Katsuki’s impossible new reality soon came crashing down around him when he heard a small voice cutting through his lust drunk haze, calling out from somewhere in the darkness. 

“Izukuuuu? Are you out here?” The voice sang across the garden, shocking him back to his senses. 

“Fuck,” Katsuki swore under his breath, furious to be interrupted. 

Deku immediately leapt off Katsuki’s lap, nervously arranging his clothes and hair. “I-I’m over here,” he answered shakily, trying his best to ease back against the bench like he’d just been chillin’ with his friend, instead of frantically making out. 

“There you are!” Uraraka chimed, jogging down the stone path to where Izuku and Katsuki were sitting. “Momo’s father is very angry because the party has gotten way out of control. We all have to leave now, so I was looking everywhere because nobody could find you?” She questioned him as her eyes passed back and forth between two expressionless moonlit faces. 

“Uhhh, OK, thanks for letting us know,” Deku replied nervously, avoiding direct eye contact. 

“What? Nobody was looking for me, huh, round face?” Katsuki growled, angry that his time with Deku has been cut short. Apparently, nobody cared if he knew the party was over. 

“Oh, uhhh, I’m sorry Bakugou, I didn’t realize you were here too.” 

Katsuki huffed and rolled his eyes, pissed that he was once again the least important person to his classmates. This was yet another reason, on the very long list of reasons he’d tallied in his mind, of why he was glad to finally be done with school. 

“Kacchan and I will leave right away, tell Momo I’m sorry things got out of hand,” Izuku smiled, bowing slightly in that kindly way he always did. It really grinded Katsuki’s gears. 

“It’s not your damn fault Deku, don’t fucking apologize to her,” Katsuki swore again. “You weren’t the one who invited all those friggin’ extras.” 

“Oh, well, apparently Ashido tweeted the address and tagged every hero in the area,” Uraraka informed them. “She got a little tipsy on that punch she was serving.” 

“Ha! Yeah, she’s fuckin’ hammered I bet,” Katsuki barked, unsurprised to hear who was to blame for this mess. 

Uraraka nodded and grinned politely. Slowly backing away, she left the two young men alone again. There was an uncomfortable silence between them for several seconds before Izuku finally spoke first, breaking the tension. 

“I should probably head home, before my mom finds out the party got out of control. She’ll be worried about me.” 

Katsuki frowned, folding his arms across his chest. “Whatever,” he grumbled. 

“Are you mad?” Deku questioned, reaching over to gently stroke Katsuki’s arm. He could feel the steam rolling off of him. 

“Yeah, I’m mad! But not at you. Just at that fucking pink-assed drunk who ruined the night for everyone else!” 

Izuku slid closer against Katsuki’s side, feeling brave now that they were alone again. He gently placed one hand on his nearest thigh pulling himself close, leaning in. “We’ll see each other again soon, won’t we?” He asked innocently, his voice a sweet breathy sigh. 

“Of course we fuckin’ will!” Katsuki snapped, not knowing how to calm himself down when the anger was still coursing through his body like a freight train. He felt the warmth of Deku’s hand through his clothes, the tingling sensation radiating across his skin. He wished more than anything he didn’t have to say goodbye. 

Deku nuzzled into the crook of Katsuki’s neck, his moist lips grazing over the soft, wind chilled skin there. He placed a few gentle kisses then whispered against his ear. “My Mom is going away tomorrow to visit family. You could come over… if you want?” His voice angelic, with just an edge of something naughty implied. It sent a pleasurable shockwave right to Katsuki’s groin. 

“Damn, you can’t get enough of me, huh? What would we even do to fill a whole fuckin’ day?” Katsuki replied sarcastically, lunging forward to snatch one juicy bottom lip between his teeth. The anger he’d felt moments ago now transformed into a wild passion. He nibbled it roughly, sucking the plump flesh into his mouth, his dick already hard again, throbbing against the front of his pants. 

Deku’s body melted, a low hum leaking from his open mouth.

Katsuki finally released hold of his lip. It was puffy and pink, stinging from the bite.

“Anything you want Kacchan, we'll have the whole day alone together.” 

Katsuki was shocked. Was Deku always so bold? Was this nothing new to him? Had he been with other people before this? Other guys? Suddenly Katsuki felt unsure of what he was up against, if Deku had experience maybe he was already way behind. The thought of this unnerved him and he decided he’d better step up his game if he was going to keep the control. 

“Hmmm, I don’t know. Maybe we could start by you sucking my cock?” Katsuki brazenly dared, eager to gauge Deku’s reaction. 

Surprisingly unfazed, Deku’s face blossomed into a confident smile. “Kacchan, I would love that,” he answered with enthusiasm, the admittance sending Katsuki right over the deep end. 

“Fuck, Deku! What do you even know about blow jobs, hah? You been keepin’ a journal of dick sucking techniques just in case you need them?” Katsuki was trying his best to hide the excitement he felt, not even being slightly prepared to handle the image of Deku going balls deep on his cock after just having their first kiss. 

“No, but I’ve seen things. You know, online and stuff. I’m sure I can handle it,” Deku declared matter-of-factly, his assured smile and dreamy eyes driving a spike right into Katsuki’s heart. 

“Fuck, what are you, some master of porn or something? That’s really gay, ya know!” 

Deku laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling in that adorable way they always did when he was happy. “Well that’s pretty funny coming from you Kacchan, aren’t you just as gay as me?” 

“No! Fuck, no!” He immediately defended. “Well, not entirely anyway. Just when it comes to you, I guess... Shit! You literally have zero chill Deku, you know that?” Katsuki was unraveled by this very honest and intense conversation. Deku was so calm and sure of himself. How did this nerd know more about sex than he did? Why was all of this so easy for him? 

“We’d better get going, before we get in trouble for being here,” Deku announced, standing up and extending one hand toward Katsuki with a smile. “Walk me home, OK?” He asked tenderly, his soothing voice bewitching Katsuki’s mind. He reached out and took hold of Deku’s hand without question, anxious to see what tomorrow would bring. 

Sitting in his bedroom at home, Katsuki felt like a kid again. He didn’t realize how much he’d grown accustomed to his privacy in the dorm. Which seemed strange since he was always surrounded by UA students’ morning, noon and night. But there was something uncomfortable about having his parents lurking about that made him feel anxious and upset. Like either one of them could pop through his door at any moment without even knocking. At least his dorm room had locks, and it wasn’t like anyone would have dared barge in on him anyway. 

Piled on his desk were a dozen letters from various hero agencies offering him positions, as well as jobs working for the city in various capacities. There were also a few private sector security jobs that he wasn’t even sure were completely legal. His grades had been stellar, and his hero skills spoke for themselves, so he really had the pick of pretty much any job he wanted. But for some reason he’d been dragging his feet trying to decide which one really suited him best. He worried he might pick the wrong place and get stuck with a bunch of mediocre heroes he’d have to carry. Or worse, too far away from Deku.

 Shuffling the envelopes over and over he kept checking the clock, anxiously awaiting Deku’s text to let him know his mom was gone. Then the coast would finally be clear for him to come over and be alone with Deku again. His heart was hammering out of his chest from the excitement. 

Get a grip on yourself, stupid. 

A bundle of nervous energy, he’d run out of things to do hours ago, having already showered twice and changed his shirt three times. There was a sheen of moisture coating his skin, he could actually feel the desperation seeping from his pores. He was failing miserably at keeping his shit together, pretty sure if Deku didn’t text soon, he would end up incinerating his entire bedroom. 

What’s takin’ that old hag so long to fucking leave? Fuck!! 

Thankfully the text finally came. Katsuki bolted up from his desk sending the pile of mail in his hands tumbling to the ground. He didn’t bother to pick it up, there was nothing as important now as getting the hell out of his house as fast as possible. 

“MOM! I’M LEAVING!” Katsuki hollered down the stairs, taking them two at a time. 

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING?” 

“OUT!” 

“WHEN WILL YOU BE BACK?” 

“I DON’T KNOW! WHEN I DAMN WELL FEEL LIKE IT!” 

What the hell was he supposed to say, hey Mom, I’m going down the street to mouth fuck my best friend, be back in an hour. For fuck's sake! Just the thought of it freaked him out so much, if anyone ever knew the truth he’d literally die of embarrassment. 

Of course, it might already be too late. After the looks he was getting from Todoroki last night at the party he had a feeling his cover might be blown.

And his cozy little butt buddy Shinsou, that sleepy eyed fucker probably knows now too!

Walking up to the door of Deku’s apartment, Katsuki didn’t even have to knock. The door glided open at his approach to reveal Deku standing right in front of him, his emerald eyes sparkling with a dopey smile plastered across his face. “Come on in Kacchan,” he beamed, welcoming him inside. 

Katsuki rushed in, feeling conspicuous standing in the doorway gawking at Deku in nothing but a pair of gray fleece pajama pants. “Fuckin' hell, do you always come to the door half naked? What if someone saw us!” 

Deku looked down at himself perplexed. “I always dress like this on Saturdays. I was just reading in bed.” 

Katsuki huffed as he kicked off his shoes, feeling like he’d spent way too much time picking out what to wear. Once again, realizing Deku was the more laid back and relaxed one, which only fueled his competitive streak. 

Refocusing his gaze on the bare chest in front of him, Katsuki aggressively stalked toward Deku, narrowing his eyes lasciviously. “Reading huh, you’re such a nerd,” he playfully teased, backing Deku toward the living room wall. 

Luckily Katsuki knew everything about Deku’s body. He’d fought him enough times over the years to know how he moved, his speed, his endurance and especially his impressive flexibility. He knew his limits and his strengths, which were in stark contrast to the gentle and vulnerable side of himself he liked to present to their friends at school. He was a bit of a walking contradiction, all soft round edges with flirty doe eyes, his demure downcast face always blushing. But he wasn’t fooling Katsuki, he knew more than anybody, he could kick just about anyone’s ass in a heartbeat. Especially since mastering his quirks. 

“You gonna backup what you said last night?” Katsuki growled under his breath as he quickly pinned Deku’s arms to the wall behind him, parting his legs with one knee. “Or was that just all talk?” 

Deku’s expression was unchanged, seemingly happy to be pressed against the cold, hard concrete, his smile holding steady. “I would never lie to you Kacchan,” he sighed dreamily, licking his lips as his eyes shifted to Katsuki’s mouth. 

“Fuck, you’re something else,” Katsuki replied with a groan, wanting to sink his teeth into that darting tongue as it disappeared back into Deku’s mouth. Being this close in the light of day was a totally new experience. He could see the ripe, pink flesh of Deku’s lips, and count each tiny freckle splashed across his flawless cheeks. His eyes were even more magnificent in the sunlight, fractals dancing along their emerald facets, illuminating his irises like a prism. There were glints of gold and fiery amber that he’d never noticed before from a distance. He studied him, memorizing every inch of his face. A slight dimple on his left cheek, a tiny scar across one eyebrow, his impossibly thick eyelashes, there was so much more he wanted to explore. 

Deku blushed; a pink hue washed over his cheeks giving them a rosy glow. Katsuki couldn’t stand it anymore, he closed his eyes, diving in for a kiss. Inhaling the intoxicating scent of Deku, he sank into the warm silk of his mouth. 

The tiny room echoed with sighs and moans, coupled with the wet slurps of their surging tongues. Katsuki raised the knee he’d placed between Deku’s legs up higher, spreading his legs even further apart. Then releasing the hold on his wrists he moved to Deku’s slim waist, pressing burning fingertips along the smooth exposed skin there. 

Deku’s callous fingers fumbled under the hem of Katsuki’s shirt until they found the heated flesh of his back. Katsuki let out a low growl in response to Deku’s gentle touch, the thin layer of fabric separating their chests unbearable with the building heat. 

“Kac-chan,” Deku exhaled. His breath hitching into Katsuki’s mouth as his fingers traveled under his shirt and up the length of his strong back. 

“Rip it off,” Katsuki ordered him, wanting the damn shirt gone, Deku quick to obey. He grabbed it roughly, pulling the back of the shirt up and over his head. Katsuki raised his arms in response, anxious to finally be rid of the annoying barrier. 

Shirtless at last, Katsuki gratefully crashed forward once more, sealing their sweat coated chests together. The force of Katsuki’s body was so strong, it lifted Deku up off his feet, holding him immobile against the wall. All Deku could do with his dangling legs was swing them up over Katsuki’s hips, wrapping himself around him for support. 

This new position aligning the lengths of their painfully erect cocks, they instinctively started grinding against one another in response.

“Fuck yeah,” Katsuki erupted blissfully, sliding his hands under Deku’s ass to hold him tightly against him. “You’re fuckin’ hard for me aren’t you, Deku?” Trying to convince himself of this unbelievable fact, that just one day ago he wouldn’t have even dared to dream. 

“Yes, Kacchan, always for you,” Deku whimpered, arms stretching around Katsuki’s arching back, his nails digging mercilessly into the taught flesh of his flexed muscles. They clung to each other like the world was coming apart, their kisses all tongues and teeth, as the passion frantically escalated. 

Thrusting against Deku again and again, Katsuki felt like he was going to explode. He could already feel the wetness of pre-cum soaking through his jeans.

“Mmmm, you tryin’ to drive me crazy, nerd?” Katsuki grunted, coming unraveled even more. All he could think about was shoving his dripping meat down Deku’s throat, gagging him with his warm, salty load. “Let’s fuckin’ go,” he said as a warning just before jerking Deku from the wall, stumbling off down the hallway, toward his friend’s bedroom.

Deku’s feet locked at the ankle behind Katsuki’s waist, making it easy to carry his limp body, which was molded against him.

Once through the threshold of Deku’s room, Katsuki eyed the bed on the left, the smiling face of All Might giving his trademark thumbs up. How fucking poetic, Katsuki thought to himself as he dropped them both down onto that gleaming white smile, pinning Deku underneath him. 

A few more rough kisses then Katsuki sprang up on his knees leaving Deku’s panting body quivering on the bed between his legs. With a sadistic smile he towered over Deku, enjoying this powerful position. “Well, here’s what you’ve been waiting for isn’t it?” Katsuki said gruffly, motioning to his fly. 

Showing not a moment’s hesitation, Deku went to work on Katsuki’s button and zipper, eager to release what waited inside. Katsuki couldn’t do anything but look down in awe, his pants being unfastened and eased down past his hips in one fluid motion. He was left in nothing but his plain black boxer briefs. 

“If you flip over on your back Kacchan, it will make this so much easier.” 

Fucking hell he’s actually gonna do it! Katsuki choked, half in shock and half in admiration. He lifted one leg so Deku could roll out from underneath him, then flopped over onto his back spreading himself across the bed with anxious anticipation. His arms folded behind the back of his head. 

Deku grabbed hold of his scrunched down jeans and pulled them the rest of the way off his body. Then positioning himself between Katsuki’s legs, his fingers slid under the waistband of his boxers. 

Katsuki held his breath, gritting his teeth, not even sure how to prepare himself for what was about to happen. Deku was so calm, it only made him more uneasy.

As his boxers slid down to release the bobbing length of his full erection, he was sure his heart had stopped beating. 

“Mmmm, you’re so beautiful Kacchan,” Deku whispered like a prayer before dipping down to take the tip of his cock into his mouth. The smooth surface of his tongue lapped circles around the head, sending Katsuki into a state of pure rapture. He hissed a sharp intake of breath between clenched teeth and slowly closed his eyes. Fireworks erupted behind his eyelids as the warmth of Deku’s mouth pressed around him. 

“Oh fffff-uck,” Katsuki swore to the heavens, opening his eyes to see Deku’s tight pink lips straining around his thick wet shaft. His hands gently spreading Katsuki’s legs further apart. He thrust upward instinctively, drawing a deep choking sound from the back of Deku’s throat. The vibration of which shot through his cock like a lightning bolt. 

Deku recovered quickly, humming a sensual moan of ecstasy as his throat opened wider to take him all in. 

“Shhhh-it,” Katsuki sighed in awe, watching his cock slowly disappear, his hips grinding minutely against the warm suction of Deku’s mouth. He could feel his tongue rolling and lapping, the sounds of sucking intermixed with gulping swallows and breathy pants. Deku was doing it, he couldn’t believe, and not only that, he was also fucking amazing. The feeling like nothing he could have ever imagined. “Fuck, Deku, I’m gonna come if you keep that up.” Unsure if he was supposed to warn him or pull out, or what. 

Deku’s eyes drifted upward through the fringe of his damp lashes as his mouth glided off with a wet, slurpy pop. “I want you to, Kacchan, please,” he said with a pleading tone, just before dipping back down to swallow him again. 

Katsuki didn’t even have time to grit his teeth to prepare before the wet suction of Deku’s mouth surrounded him once again. It was stronger this time, long strokes up and down, sucking and pulling his shaft even deeper, slowly increasing in speed and friction. Unable to stop himself, Katsuki reached to take hold of the mop of soft curls bobbing between his legs. Deku’s hair threaded through his fingers like silk as he roughly grabbed fistfuls before thrusting deep against his throat. 

Deku gagged then recovered quickly, moaning signs of appreciation like Katsuki was doing him a favor, it was more than he could handle.

Katsuki’s back arched off the bed as he thrust again and again into the tightening warmth that unraveled around him. 

When his orgasm crested his hands fell limply back onto the bed, his hips bucking violently up against Deku’s face. He could feel bursts of cum surging one after another, coating the inside of Deku’s mouth. It was more intense than any release he’d ever achieved on his own. It was pure ecstasy. 

Deku gulped, choked and swallowed, taking almost every drop. His fingertips digging into Katsuki’s inner thigh as he tried his best not to gag. 

Katsuki looked down and saw a thin trickle of cum easing from the corner of Deku’s mouth as he rode out the aftershocks. The sight of him in this state ignited a primal flame somewhere deep inside Katsuki’s heart. He reached down and scooped Deku underneath the arms, pulling him up onto his chest with one swift movement. 

Panting for breath, his chest heaving like he’d just run a marathon, Deku collapsed on top of him, limp and lifeless.

“You ok?” Katsuki managed to ask between his own gasps for breath, for a moment worrying that maybe he wasn’t. 

“Yeah,” a soft voice replied, muffled against the sweat cooled flesh of Katsuki’s bare chest.

Instinctively placing one palm on Deku’s head, he cradled it against him. “Good.” 

“Are you OK? I mean was I… OK? I’m sorry if it wasn’t that great.” 

“Hah?” Katsuki sputtered in shock. “What the fuck Deku? Are you seriously asking me that right now?” 

Deku rolled up on his chin so he could see Katsuki’s shocked expression. His large green eyes searching for some sign of reassurance. “I just want to make sure you enjoyed yourself as much as I did.” 

Katsuki’s brow creased, his mouth frowning into a thin line as he looked down at Deku’s pleading eyes with indignation. “Did you not fucking notice I just shot a load in your mouth, you nerd! Of course I fucking enjoyed it. Shit! What kind of question is that even?” 

Deku smiled triumphantly, his nose scrunching up in that childlike way of his as he wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s chest, squeezing him tightly. “Sorry Kacchan, I just want to make you happy, and I’m sure with practice I’ll get better soon.” 

Katsuki’s heart skipped a beat. He was reminded of an argument they’d had years ago, when Deku had promised to keep practicing ‘One for All’, back when he was first struggling to make it his own. This fucking nerd is gonna master my cock like it’s a goddamn quirk, he thought to himself, already aggravated by the thought of him trying to one up him yet again. “Just shut up and come here,” Katsuki responded aggressively, urging Deku’s body up higher onto his chest. 

Smiling, Deku crept upward, his eyes focused on Katsuki’s lips. “Is it alright if I kiss you now,” he asked him sweetly, the corner of his mouth pulling nervously with a teasing implication. 

Surprised by his own willingness, Katsuki pulled Deku in for a deep, slow kiss. The taste was pungent at first but soon pleasant as their tongues entwined to share the flavor. Katsuki vowed to himself that he wasn’t going to let Deku unnerve him again. His competitive streak was firing his desire to be brave, and to trust in whatever came next. If Deku wanted to go all in, then Katsuki would just keep raising the stakes. He never backed down when it came to his nerve, and soon he found his own hands inching into the back of Deku’s waistband. 

“Wait,” Deku sighed, his body going rigid with Katsuki’s advances. 

“What’s wrong?”

“I should probably get cleaned up first… before you do that.” 

Katsuki was confused. Clean up what? Then slowly it dawned on him what Deku must have meant. “Did you fucking come in your pants?” 

“Sorry.” 

“What the fuck?! I haven’t even touched you yet!” 

“I know, I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help it.” 

Katsuki narrowed his eyes and held Deku in place, refusing to let him get out of bed. He knew if he could stand having his own cum in his mouth then touching Deku’s was no big deal. Plus, he hungered for any chance to prove he was brave. Braver than Deku, braver than anyone. He reached for the drawstring of the gray fleece pajama pants, pulling loose the knot. 

Deku’s eyes widened, it was the first time he’d shown a moment of hesitation or fear as a deep crimson blush stained the freckled surface of his skin. “Kac-chan,” his voice skipped, his eyelids softly closing as Katsuki’s hand entered the damp inside of his boxers. 

It was still warm, the sticky strings clinging to Katsuki’s hand as he grasped Deku’s half-firm cock, stroking it for the first time. Deku shuttered, letting out a sigh as Katsuki’s thumb teased at his slit, the beads of cum still clinging there from his orgasm. 

“Hmmm, I’m gonna make you come again for me Deku, you think you can do that?” 

“Y-yes Kacchan,” Deku sighed on a shuttering exhale, grinding into Katsuki’s firm grasp, his fists buried into the comforter as he hovered over him. 

“That’s a good boy.” 

Katsuki liked this power, he could feel Deku growing harder in the palm of his hand, stretching and lengthening against his hold. His blissed-out face right over top of him was so intense. He pumped and squeezed him in earnest, eliciting a symphony of moans that soon had his own cock springing back to life, eager to participate. 

“You like that don’t you?” Katsuki growled, getting off on the way Deku kept licking his own lips as his ragged breaths matched pace with the pulls on his cock. “Fuck, you look so good, I wanna come all over that pretty face of yours.” 

“Do i-it,” Deku moaned, his body writhing as his cock leaked over the tops of Katsuki’s knuckles. He was grinding every thrust, his head tilting back toward the ceiling as he fucked Katsuki’s hand. His high-pitched whimpers echoing through the tiny room. 

“Fuck you’re so hard,” Katsuki whimpered. “I wanna see it… I wanna see you come for me.” 

With his empty hand, Katsuki pulled Deku’s pants down to his knees, finally revealing his impressive erection. Its blood-red head angrily poking through the top of his fist with long strings of cum glistening in the sunlight. Katsuki grabbed his own neglected cock, which lolled between them, and began pumping himself with the same tempo. Then pressing his two hands together he spanned his long agile fingers around both of them, holding their cocks together side-by-side as he pumped them with a frantic pace. 

Deku opened his heavy-lidded eyes and looked down to see their shafts aligned, both thrusting between Katsuki’s grasp as the heat and friction threatened to topple over him. 

“Oh God, Kacchan, I’m c-coming again,” he cried out, unable to hold back his release for even another second. 

“Look at me,” Katsuki ordered, red eyes meeting green, as they both erupted simultaneously in his hands, shooting off between their heaving chests in a mutual, euphoric explosion. 

Deku collapsed, sated and spent, dropping to Katsuki’s chest with a loud squish. Neither of them could care, they were both overwhelmed and overstimulated to the point of being nearly unconscious in each other’s arms. Panting and shuttering through their aftershocks, they laid there together for what felt like an eternity, the realization of what was happening finally washing over them. It was a lot to take in. 

Deku’s boxers were tangled around his ankles. He struggled to kick them free so he could spread out over Katsuki’s body like a protective blanket. Instinctively their hands searched out for one another, their fingers interlacing against the sweat soaked comforter.  It felt natural, unplanned and unthought of, just connecting in that quiet moment before either dared to speak. 

“How can someone so small be so fucking heavy?” Katsuki finally broke the silence, squirming under the weight of Deku’s lifeless body on top of him. Feeling sticky and disgusting, he shoved him over against the wall, so he could stand up and grab a discarded towel crumpled on the floor next to the bed. 

“Fuck, Deku, look what you’ve done to your precious All Might,” Katsuki sneered, pointing at the comforter Deku was curled against, laughing at the sight of their mutual hero smiling with cum all over his face. 

“Don’t say it!” Deku gasped, horrified at the thought of such a disgusting notion. “Don’t you dare say another word!” 

Katsuki couldn’t hold back, he was doubled over laughing, tears forming at the corners of his eyes seeing Deku completely mortified. “He’s still smilin’ though! Just look at that happy bastard! Imagine if he only knew what his famous Wonder Duo had just done on top of his face!” 

Deku buried his burning cheeks firmly into his pillow, covering his ears with pleas of no more! He could feel his childhood hero staring back at him from every wall of his tiny bedroom, judging him harshly. Thinking of him as a disgrace. 

“OK, OK, I’ll stop. Don’t get your panties in a twist,” Katsuki chuckled, wiping the stray tears from his eyes with the backs of his hands. “But you gotta admit that shit is funny!” 

With Deku face down in his pillow, Katsuki couldn’t help but notice the perfect view this gave him of a plump and juicy bare ass. Staring intently, he quickly discovered it was painted with a smattering of tiny freckles just the same as Deku's face. His heart lurched, and he licked his lips, feeling the saliva building in his mouth from the sight of that luscious, smooth rump. He wanted to grab it, squeeze it, and give it a stinging slap. But most of all he imagined what it would be like to spread those soft, round cheeks apart and bury himself inside. He felt his cock twitch back to life as he considered the possibility. Was Deku even ready for that? Was he? It all seemed too much too soon, still in the first 24 hours of whatever this was going to be. 

Suddenly nervous again, Katsuki ran one hand up into his hair, grasping it tightly. 

Damn Deku, why you gotta be so fuckable. 

Noticing there was another towel hanging from a hook on the back of Deku’s door, Katsuki grabbed it and tossed it across the bed. It gently billowed down on top of that perfect, exposed ass. “Stop freaking out and clean yourself up, nerd. This room smells like jizz and I’m fucking starving!” 

Deku peeked out from the corner of his pillow, his face still tinged pink. “Maybe we can go out and get some food together?” He asked tentatively as if bracing himself for rejection. 

Katsuki thought for a moment, his eyes narrowing at Deku as he contemplated his response. Two dudes can go get food together, it’s no big fucking deal, right? Trying to convince himself he could act the same in public with Deku as he always had through the years. His stomach growling angrily with its answer, he decided it was time once again to be brave. “Yeah, OK, let’s go get food.” 

“Really?” Deku bounced up like a puppy who’d just been told they were going for a walk. “We can?” 

“Don’t fucking make a big deal out of it Deku. It’s not like this is a date or some shit. Relax!” But it was sort of a date, wasn’t it? Now that they’d spent half a day cumming all over each other. Deku was already looking at him like he was the best thing in the world, people might notice. “Just don’t look at me like that out in public, OK? We are keeping this shit on the downlow. If that’s even fucking possible for you?” 

Deku smiled, sitting cross legged in his bed, naked and coated in half dried cum. “I can do it, I promise Kacchan! I’ll be totally normal, I swear!” 

Deku was overjoyed, a wide luminous smile lighting up his entire face. Katsuki couldn’t help but feel a tug of his heartstrings. He couldn’t remember ever making anyone smile like that in his life. The radiant warmth, soaking right through him. 

“Kacchan, are you blushing?” Deku sighed in awe, his eyes wide, staring up at Katsuki in wonderment. 

“No! I don’t fucking blush you idiot!” Katsuki fired back angrily, turning his back to hide the evidence of just how much he was letting Deku get to him. He kicked up his clothes from off the floor, grabbing them midair. Then he hurried off to the bathroom to get dressed, cursing under his breath the whole way.

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Standing at the counter waiting to place his order, Katsuki felt every eye in the restaurant was glued to him. It was like there was a huge sign taped to his back that read ‘I Like Dick’ written in big bold letters. His heart hammered relentlessly in his chest, pounding furiously against his eardrums, his whole body completely on edge. Let’s just fucking eat and get the hell out of here! 

Unfortunately, Katsuki couldn’t even think of what he wanted to eat because he was too busy peering back over one shoulder scanning the crowd for anyone familiar. He knew if someone spotted him with Deku right now, they’d immediately be able to tell exactly what they’d been doing all day. It was written all over his face. 

Stealing a glance at Deku standing next to him, he looked utterly unfazed. His eyes sparkled joyfully as he smiled at the restaurant employee, happily placing his order without a care in the world. 

Shitty nerd, why’s he always gotta be so fucking happy! 

Once their food was ready, they both grabbed their trays in unison and turned around to search for an empty table. 

“How about that one over by the window, Kacchan?” Deku asked brightly, pointing toward a table for two, right in the front center of the restaurant. 

“No fucking way,” Katsuki grunted between clinched teeth. “Go to that one, over there,” he motioned violently toward the back corner of the restaurant, his elbow pointing to a table partially obscured by large potted ferns. 

“OK!” Deku agreed, his voice chipper as he amicably started walking toward the table without complaint. 

Katsuki followed miserably behind him; his shoulders slumped as his red eyes darted around suspiciously. 

Once they were seated, Deku immediately dove into his meal while Katsuki just sat there watching him with interest. Even though his stomach was grumbling noisily from the lack of food all day, he was mesmerized by the sight of Deku eating. He couldn’t look away. Why’s this fucker gotta be so cute when he eats? Goddamn it! 

Deku had ordered noodles; he was slurping them loudly from his chopsticks with a huge smile plastered across his face. Bite after bite the noodles smacked against his mouth with shamelessly loud sucks and swallows; the sound of each slick strand passing between his wet lips, driving Katsuki insane. He couldn’t help but stare, remembering how those same wet lips had been sucking on him just a little over an hour ago. His dick twitched longingly from under the table as his mouth fell slightly open, gawking at Deku’s pornographic display. 

“What?” Deku stopped mid slurp, noticing Katsuki’s expression. 

Caught in the act, Katsuki was instantly snapped back to his senses. He pounded the table aggressively with one fist. “Stop fucking slurping like that Deku! Fuck! You tryin’ to kill me?” 

“Oops, sorry Kacchan,” Deku apologized, blushing with embarrassment as several onlookers were startled by the loud crack against their table. “I’ll be quieter.” 

Katsuki snorted with dissatisfaction, shifting to cross his legs. He realized this "not-a-date" had been a terrible idea. Damn it Deku, making me sit here with a fucking hard-on like some kind of noodle perv! I should’ve never agreed to this! 

Although Deku was trying his best to be much quieter now, Katsuki still couldn’t stop staring at him. The way his mouth opened wide, his full lips wet and glistening as his tongue licked the excess broth dribbling down his chin. He never realized how erotic watching someone eat noodles could be, he felt himself slowly coming unglued. 

“What’s wrong? Is yours not good?” Deku asked with a pout, noticing Katsuki wasn’t eating. 

“Hah? No! It’s fine, stupid Deku! Just eat and fucking mind yer own business!” 

Katsuki was pissed at himself for being so weak and pissed at Deku for noticing it. He angrily picked up his chopsticks and began aggressively shoveling food into his mouth as fast as he could, keeping his eyes down, not daring to glance up at Deku again. 

The rest of the meal was awkward and mostly silent. Deku had tried to start several conversations, but Katsuki just grunted vague responses, not really listening.  

As soon as Katsuki’s bowl was empty, he jumped from the table and shouted, “Let’s fuckin’ go!” before Deku was even finished. 

“Wait Kacchan!” Deku called out, hurrying to catch up as Katsuki stormed toward the exit. 

Ignoring him, Katsuki ripped the front door open so hard he nearly tore it from its hinges. He was so thankful to finally get outside, away from dozens of prying eyes, he took off at top speed. 

Deku jogged from behind frantically trying to match Katsuki’s long strides as he careened down the sidewalk. “What’s wrong? Did I do something to upset you?” Deku asked concernedly as he grabbed Katsuki by the arm to try and slow him down. 

Feeling Deku’s hand gripping him from behind, Katsuki’s fight or flight reflexes responded by instinct. He reached back and grabbed the front of Deku’s shirt, balling it tightly in his sparking fist. Then taking two wide steps to the left, he pulled Deku swiftly into a dark alley, shoving him hard against the wet bricks. “Every fucking thing you do is wrong!” Katsuki erupted, slamming his mouth against Deku’s shocked one, ramming his tongue down his throat with such force his head smacked the bricks. 

Deku’s body liquified in Katsuki’s hold, his lungs releasing a breathless exhale as he went limp from head to toe.

Katsuki was in total control, he aggressively invaded every recess of Deku’s mouth, licking and searching, claiming it for his own. 

“You fuckin’ drive me wild, ya know that?” Katsuki groaned, thrusting his bulging erection roughly against Deku’s hips, grinding him mercilessly into the cold, hard wall. “Slurping those goddamn noodles like you wanted me to whip my cock out right at the table! I should punish you for that!” 

Deku moaned a low, primal groan from somewhere deep in the pit of his stomach. “Y-yes Kacchan, punish me,” he pleaded, his body writhing in Katsuki’s grip. 

“Fuck, you’d like that wouldn’t you? You’re fucking unbelievable,” Katsuki hissed, taking Deku roughly by the chin and jerking his face to the side. “Just shut up for once, damn it!” 

Tucked away in the dark alley, Katsuki’s burning lips traced down the silken length of Deku’s exposed neck. The wet skin prickling with goose bumps in his wake from the cool evening air. He licked and sucked a row of what would soon be deep bruises along its curved silhouette, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of Deku’s clavicles, wanting to leave a mark. 

Deku sucked a sharp intake of breath but didn’t dare speak, his eyes rolling back in his head as his arms hung lifelessly at his sides. 

Greedily, Katsuki took out every bit of his pent-up sexual frustration on Deku’s velvety soft skin. He methodically devoured every delicious, exposed inch of his flesh, taking his time to relish the taste. His wide, wet tongue painted a stripe along Deku’s jawline and up to his ear where he paused to nuzzle into him, breathing in his scent. 

“Mine,” Katsuki growled protectively, the taste and smell of that familiar forest home slowly enveloping his panicked state. His mind fogged over, drunk on the smell of Deku’s skin. He could see the lush green fields he’d grown so accustomed to roaming every night in his dreams. The pungent scent of grass, mixed with the dewy sweetness of hidden flowers, intoxicated him under the dense forest canopy that loomed overhead. He could lose himself so easily in this place, the strong sense of deja vu entwining with fuzzy memories of childhood hikes and sweaty clasped hands. The comfort, and the fear, jockeying for position as his mind flipped end over end between what he’d always wanted and what he’d been too afraid to hope for. 

Deku was silent, his mouth still clamped shut against the wall in Katsuki’s grasp. He didn’t struggle or protest as slowly the bites began to transform into soft nips and worshipping kisses. They moved along Deku’s jaw toward his awaiting mouth. 

Releasing hold of Deku’s chin the violence shifted to tenderness as Katsuki carefully feathered light kisses along Deku’s panting lips and freckled cheeks, covering every inch of him with soothing affection. His other hand released the balled-up shirt fabric he’d been clutching tightly in his fist and moved to gently cup one side of Deku’s face. 

How can he be so fucking soft? Katsuki thought to himself as he lightly stroked the smooth surface of Deku’s cheek with his calloused thumb. His eyes slowly traveling upward as his head tilted back, past Deku’s lips, nose and freckled cheeks till he found his heavily lidded gaze. Their eyes met properly for the first time in the dim alley light, Deku smiling sweetly with a look of enraptured bliss. 

“Kacchan,” he murmured softly, with encouragement, feeling the gentle caress of Katsuki’s hand against his face. The smell of burnt sugar weaving a tapestry of fiery sweetness around their heads. 

“Sorry,” Katsuki whimpered in a low, gravelly tone. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” Taking back what he’d said earlier, his soft voice tense and apologetic. 

“It’s OK,” Deku assured him, melting against his warm palm, his face a vision of peace and contentment. He knew how hard it was for Katsuki to apologize; it was a big milestone for them. “I thought it was pretty hot, actually,” he teased lightly to break the mood. “I’ve always wanted to be manhandled in a dark alley, so I should be thanking you.” 

Katsuki’s shame quickly dissipated as he glared back with a sarcastic smile, his red eyes narrow and playful. “Oh yeah? Well you better brace yourself nerd, cuz I’m just getting started with you.”

Grabbing his arm and pulling him deeper into the alley, Katsuki continued his assault.

Deku’s eyes blew wide with shock from his friend’s bold moves, a thin sliver of moonlight cutting across the pitch-black alley making them glow. Their emerald facets catching the light like diamonds scattered across the sky. 

But Deku didn’t have a chance to ask before Katsuki expertly plunged one hand roughly into the front of his pants, grabbing Deku’s cock and whipping it out into the cool night air. 

“Ngahh!” Deku gasped a high-pitched squeal of exhilaration. The breeze teasing across his rock-hard erection sent a shiver over his body, eliciting a yelp so loud it echoed off the cold, wet bricks. 

“You better close that pretty mouth of yours and not make a sound,” Katsuki threatened as he gave Deku’s cock a few quick pulls. “Or someone’s gonna hear.” 

Deku’s mouth snapped closed as instructed. He could see Katsuki’s eyes gleaming bright through the darkness, two stoked coals of red-hot fiery embers, crackling and burning with veiled intent. He slowly licked his lips menacingly, a predator stalking its prey. 

“Such a good boy,” Katsuki praised him, lowering his hand from Deku’s face to a thin patch of exposed skin above his hipbone. Then with a faint crack his fingers ignited with a tingling spark that flickered across the naked strip of flesh, warming the space between them. “My obedient little Deku.” 

Suddenly, and without warning, Katsuki dropped to his knees, taking Deku’s pulsating cock straight into his mouth with one eager gulp. He could feel the thick muscular ridge of the underside gliding along his tongue; the plump, leaking head of the tip slamming against the back of his throat as Deku fell apart above him. The startled moans and cries of ecstasy like music to Katsuki’s ears. He hadn’t planned this and had no clue what the hell he was doing, but if nerdy little Deku could suck a dick like a champ, then so could he.   

Katsuki lunged forward and back, taking Deku’s shaft as deep as he could, trying to go a bit further each time. He hummed into each steady thrust, taking his cues from each whimper and sigh, keeping his lips sealed tight while breathing through his nose. 

“Kaaa- Ka-AH…ahhh….” Deku panted and mewled, his body flailing against the wall as his climax was quickly building. 

Katsuki reached both hands behind Deku to steady him, taking hold of his trembling ass. Then he pulled him roughly forward sucking him long and deep, his adrenaline pumping from the thrill of just being out of view from passersby. The fear of getting caught only added to Katsuki’s excitement. 

“Kac-c-chan, oh, m-my…g-g-” Deku couldn’t speak coherently, his whole body was shuttering and quaking as his hands futilely clawed at the alley walls, desperate for something to cling to. He was failing miserably at staying quiet, letting another loud moan escape as Katsuki swallowed him deeper. Losing control he grabbed fistfuls of spikey blonde hair, unable to stop himself from grinding against his face. 

Deku was a wreck and Katsuki loved the response; every whimper and sigh fueling him to go deeper and suck harder. Soon he mastered a trick to keep his throat open so he could take long strokes all the way to the tip, the edges of his teeth catching on the swollen head, before slamming back down to the base. His tongue swirled and lapped up the salty droplets of pre-cum as the slick strands slowly eased down the back of his throat deliciously. It wasn’t gross, as Katsuki had feared it might be, it was actually turning him on even more. He increased his speed and hummed his encouragement, wanting Deku to come hard and fill his entire mouth till he choked on it. 

Katsuki knew Deku had to be close, his body was vibrating like a tuning fork, his breaths short and fast. He needed him to let go; he was desperate for Deku’s release even more than his own. He knew there had to be something that would push him over the edge, so Katsuki shifted his fingers inward and teased the edge of Deku’s hole, gliding his fingertips over the puckered flesh, feeling it constrict from his touch. 

“Kac-chan I-I-I’m…” Deku tried to warn him as his orgasm broke free at last. His body violently spasmed while his cock spurted forth bursts of hot cum that Katsuki guzzled down gratefully. Swallowing hard against the threat of his own gag reflex. 

“Mmmmm…” Katsuki moaned, overcome by the sensation of being filled up. His arms held Deku’s lower body in a tight vice grip, sucking him through tremors and aftershocks till he devoured every single drop. 

Lightheaded and dizzy, Katsuki finally released Deku’s half-firm erection. His knees aching and his own neglected cock straining tight against his pants. His body collapsed backward onto the alley’s pavement, overwhelmed and exhausted. 

“Th-that was amazing,” Deku declared breathlessly, his body sagging against the brick wall, still trying to catch his breath. “I think my soul left my body… I-I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life, ever!” 

“Damn right,” Katsuki proudly agreed, relief setting in that Deku most likely hadn’t been with anyone else before this. That maybe he was just as inexperienced as Katsuki was, doing all of these things for the first time as well. “I think it’s safe to say I was much better than you.” 

Deku stood up straight, looking down at Katsuki who was sitting on the ground grinning in triumph. He cocked one skeptic eyebrow. “Kacchan, are you actually going to turn our sex life into a competition?” 

“It’s not a competition when I’m always the best at everything,” Katsuki corrected him, dragging his wrist across his smug mouth to wipe it clean, his arrogant eyes filled with confidence. 

“Then I guess I’ll have to work harder so I can surpass you once again," Izuku boasted.

“Well I ain’t gonna stop you from tryin’ nerd. You can practice on me all you want,” Katsuki smirked devilishly, dropping one hand to his crotch to vulgarly squeeze his bulge. “With your mouth, or anything else you want stuffed with my cock.” 

Deku blushed, giving away just how much truth was in that statement. Katsuki could already tell Deku wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. It was unspoken between them, but a fact just the same. He’d felt that tiny, virgin hole blink open against his fingertip, and he couldn’t wait to bury himself deep inside. 

“But right now, we better get the hell out of here before someone comes looking for the source of all yer loud ass moaning!” 

“Whatever, I wasn’t that loud,” Deku protested, his blush spreading wider across his face, easily visible even in the dim moonlight. 

“Yeah, ya were! And just look at the mess you made!” 

Deku spun around to see the bricks behind him were marred with claw marks, some of them even loosened from the wall completely. There were piles of loose debris scattered all around his feet. “Oh no, did I do that?” 

“No shit Sherlock! Who the fuck else would be dumb enough to try and grab a brick wall?” 

Deku nervously kicked the rubble back against the wall to try and hide what he’d done. “I didn’t mean to, I guess I just lost control.” 

“Yeah, well, you’re not the only one,” Katsuki admitted. “I’ll have to buy you a new shirt before we go home.” 

Deku looked down and saw the front of his shirt was singed black. Five gaping holes, one to mark each of Katsuki’s fingers, had torn through the fabric almost burning it away completely. His fist had held him so tight he’d almost exploded the shirt right off of him. They’d both been careless to not even realize their quirks were activated. This was going to require some precautions in the future, lest they risk hurting one another in the throes of passion. 

“Wow, I didn’t think you’d ever let your guard down enough to do something like this Kacchan. I guess you really must like me, huh?” Deku’s eyes dazzled as he offered up a teasing suggestion that he knew was dangerous to infer. This was crossing the line between messing around and something much deeper. But he knew his best friend well enough to know they’d never get anywhere without some gentle nudging. 

“Hah?? What the fuck are you talking about dweeb? I’m always in control! I just got pissed off that’s all!” 

Deku smiled knowingly, extending one arm to help Katsuki up off the ground. “Whatever you say, Kacchan. Here, let me help you up.” 

“I can get up my damn self!” Katsuki bellowed, smacking Deku’s hand away as he jumped back up on both feet with cat-like reflexes. He dusted off his clothes and pulled out his phone to check the time, knowing they’d need to get back soon. 

“It’s late, isn’t it?” Deku asked, reaching for his own phone to check the time. “Maybe tomorrow, if you’re free, we can hang out again? I need to go look at some apartments and it would be great to have your opinion.” 

“Apartments?” Katsuki repeated dumbstruck, feeling his throat tighten around the word. “Apartments where?” 

“Oh, well, I was trying to tell you at dinner, but I don’t think you were paying attention. I think I’m going to sign on with Endeavor’s agency. Shouto really wants me there, and it’s close to home and to all my friends. So, I’ve got a list of some places in the area to check out. It would be really helpful if you could come.” 

“Endeavor? What the fuck Deku! Are you high? That guy’s a fucking grade-A asshole! Why the fuck would you want to go work for him?” Katsuki could feel literal steam rolling off his body at the thought of his Deku going to work for the Todorokis. There was no way he was going to let that happen. 

“It’s a good agency Kacchan, I'm sure you remember from our internship, and Iida and Momo are joining there too. Besides, it’s just a place to start out, it doesn’t mean I have to work for him forever.” 

“Even one day is too fucking long to work for that piece of shit!” Katsuki’s arms were raised, emphatically arguing his point. “Not to mention every villain in the world has a huge target on his back, since he’s #1. You’d be putting yourself right in the line of fire!” 

“Come on, you know me Kacchan, I’m always in the middle of the action. It would be a waste of ‘One for All’ if I went to any other place, you know that. Plus, I have to do my best to follow in All Might’s footsteps, he’s counting on me.”

Katsuki did know that, at least on the logical side of his brain. But his heart was aching at the thought of Deku choosing the most dangerous job right out of high school. He was strong but still had a lot to learn about the real world. Plus, there’d be absolutely no way he could join him there. Endeavor’s agency had been the only one who hadn’t extended an offer to him. There was way too much bad blood between them, with no hope of ever repairing it. 

“Hey, you know there’s nothing I’d like more than to have you by my side, right?” Deku murmured, stepping forward to wrap his arms around Katsuki’s waist, pulling him in for a tight hug. “That’s the main reason why it took me so long to decide. I was waiting to see where you would go, because I’ve always wanted us to work together on the same team, as partners.” 

Katsuki felt his heart soar. Deku had been waiting for him to decide, having no idea he’d also been dragging his feet to see where Deku was going to end up as well. Best of all, Deku wanted them to be teammates... partners? It was all too good to be true. He’d had more faith in their future together than Katsuki had even dared to hope for. But there was no way it would ever work, no matter how much Katsuki might want it to. 

Too embarrassed to tell Deku the truth about the job offers, he kept his face stoic and unreadable, hiding how disappointed he really felt. “Stupid Deku, why you always gotta say shit like that, huh?” 

Deku squeezed Katsuki tight, his large hands spreading across the warmth of his back. “There are so many things I want to tell you Kacchan... years’ worth of things.” 

Katsuki felt a stinging lump building at the back of his throat. Damn it Deku, don’t you make me fucking cry, I’ll pound your ass into the ground! 

“Well ya ain’t gonna tell me that shit tonight nerd, cuz we gotta go!” Katsuki demanded, pulling out of Deku’s hug to turn his back on him, hiding his emotion. “I’ll go with you tomorrow, if only to keep your stupid ass from renting some shithole I’ll be stuck hanging out in. Since you never did have any fucking style or taste.” 

“Thank you Kacchan!” Deku erupted in joyous glee, lunging forward to squeeze Katsuki in a backwards hug, burying his face between his shoulder blades. “This will be so much fun! Shouto got me a huge signing bonus! So, I’m sure we can find a place that’s really great. You’ll see!” 

“Yeah, yeah, stop blubbering all over me,” Katsuki grumbled, hiding the pang of jealousy he felt at learning Deku had already struck a great deal. He thought of the pile of letters still lying on the floor of his bedroom, many unopened, with offers that probably weren’t nearly as good. Feeling once again Deku had surpassed him, this time because of his strong friendships and likeability, things Katsuki knew he would never have. 

“We could even stop by the agency if you want to check it out?” Deku suggested as the two made their way out of the alley. “Maybe you’ll actually like it there Kacchan! I mean, I know you probably have amazing offers already from Fatgum and Hawks, and loads of others, but I’m sure Shouto would do his best to get you a great bonus too! I think his dad would do pretty much anything for him these days. He’s desperate to make him his successor.” 

“I don’t need any fucking charity from half-n-half!” Katsuki roared, startling two ladies who were walking past them on the sidewalk. They clutched each other tightly and ran to the other side of the street. “I’ve got plenty of my own deals! A shitload better than whatever icy hot’s daddy issues can cook up!” 

Deku grimaced, realizing he’d got way too ahead of himself. “You’re right Kacchan, I was rambling on and wasn’t thinking. Let’s just forget about all that stuff I said, OK? I really want you to come with me tomorrow, so we can have a fun day together. With no more talk of business, I promise.” 

Katsuki frowned, feeling like Deku was just placating him, changing the subject to avoid an argument. Not that he wanted to argue, but he didn’t want to leave things looking like he was jealous of Todoroki. “Fine, whatever. But you can do better than those jerks Deku. You’re too fucking nice for your own good.” 

After stopping by a discount store to buy Deku a new shirt, they were back on the road headed home. The full moon shining brightly overhead illuminating their path with a soft bluish glow. 

“We had a good night, didn’t we?” Deku asked sweetly as he reached to grab hold of Katsuki’s arm, wrapping it around himself tightly. “I know it started out kind of rough, but it ended up good, right?” 

Katsuki huffed with mild annoyance as Deku snuggled in close. He allowed them to walk together this way — since they were almost home, and the streets were completely deserted — but he kept his eyes peeled for approaching cars or anyone out for a late-night stroll. “Yeah, I guess it did.” He didn’t want to admit their "not-a-date" had actually been pretty great, or that he loved the feeling of Deku tucked safely beneath his arm as they walked home. 

Deku giggled softly and nuzzled in close, pressing his cheek against Katsuki’s warm side. “And we had a really good day earlier, at my house, don’t you think?” 

“Stop being weird,” Katsuki griped, not in the mood to rehash a play-by-play of their entire day, feeling a bit detached from it now, like maybe it had happened to someone else. Someone deserving, someone who actually had good things happen to them, someone not like him. 

“Well I thought today was perfect. It was the best day of my life so far. No doubt about it!” 

Katsuki’s heart made a flip as they rounded the last corner toward Deku’s apartment. He wished he could express that level of honesty; to be brave enough to just confess his feelings and let himself be happy. But his sarcastic defense mechanism was automatic by now, he quickly fired back a salty response. “Yeah, well, of course it was! You spent the whole day with me, dummy!” 

Deku laughed and squeezed himself against Katsuki’s chest, feeling nothing he said could possibly damper this amazing night. His bubbling happiness was simply overflowing from the pure joy he felt in this moment, even despite Katsuki’s sardonic reply. “Then tomorrow is sure to be another perfect day, don’t you think Kacchan?” 

Katsuki gnawed his lip nervously, he knew Deku was pressuring him to open up, but he just wasn’t ready to let down his walls… not yet anyway. So he remained silent and didn’t respond. 

Stopping just short of his apartment building, Deku spun around to push Katsuki under the cover of a low hanging cherry tree. Looking him bravely in the eyes, glistening green meeting cautionary red, he plucked up the courage to lay it all on the line. “I think you know how much this all means to me… how much you mean to me, Kacchan.” Deku silently confessed, his eyes sparkling with sincere devotion. “But just in case you don’t…”

Deku quickly reached up, wrapping both arms around Katsuki’s neck, easing forward up on his tiptoes to kiss him. His intended message of unconditional adoration and affection coming through loud and clear.

Katsuki’s response wasn’t immediate; he stood frozen for a few seconds as the ground tilted beneath his feet. But as Deku’s tongue pressed forward at the seam of his lips, he found himself opening them willingly, along with his heart. Together the two of them melted into one another’s embrace under the intoxicating perfume of cherry blossoms. 

Maybe Katsuki couldn’t put into words how he was feeling after this life-changing day, but his kisses told a different story. They told the story of a boy who’d spent most of his life thinking his dreams were nothing more than mere fantasies, impossible desires that would never come true. But now as a young man, standing on the side of the road holding the most important person tightly in his arms, he was suddenly faced with a new vision for his future. One full of possibilities, excitement, and maybe, just maybe, even love.

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*BOOM BOOM BOOM* 

“KATSUKIIIII????” 

*BOOM BOOM BOOM, BOOM* 

“GET OUT OF BED YOU LAZY GOOD FOR NOTHING! IT’S ALMOST NOON!” 

Katsuki’s heart flew up into his throat as the loud booming cracks against his bedroom door violently woke him out of a sound sleep. “HAAAHH!!??” He growled with shocked rage, launching himself off the bed so fast he tumbled off the edge of the mattress, falling on the floor with a loud THWHACK! 

“YOU HEARD ME YOUNG MAN! YOUR FATHER AND I AREN’T GOING TO LET YOU LIVE HERE AS A FREELOADER! SO GET OUT OF BED AND DO SOMETHING WITH YOUR LIFE!” 

“SHUT UP OLD LADY! MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS!” Katsuki hollered back, fumbling for his phone on top of his desk, eager to check the time. Much to his surprise it was in fact almost noon. Which seemed impossible considering he hadn’t slept this late in months.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he collapsed back onto the floor, trying to remember if he’d had the same recurring dreams last night. The ones he’d been having every night since last fall. But he couldn’t remember a thing.

 “I EXPECT YOU TO GET UP, GET DRESSED, AND FOLLOW UP ON THOSE JOB OFFERS, OR ELSE!!” 

“Yeah, yeah, stop yer bitchin’, I’m up!” Katsuki groaned, pulling himself up off the floor to check his messages. He had one, from about an hour ago. It was Deku saying he was ready to head out to look at apartments, and he really hoped they could still go together. 

“I can’t believe I slept this late,” Katsuki mumbled to himself as he replied to Deku with a short text that said, “ready in 10.” Then rushing from his room to get ready he almost collided head on with his mother in the hallway. 

“If you’re waiting around for a job offer where you can be the boss, it’s not coming! Those letters you’ve so rudely tossed on the floor like garbage are as good as its going to get!” Mitsuki declared matter-of-factly, proving she wasn’t going to be backing down one bit. 

Katsuki huffed and rolled his eyes, pushing past his mother to get to the bathroom. “I know that! I’m not an idiot!” 

“Well then stop acting like one! You’ve got too much pride for someone who hasn’t done anything with their life yet! You need to suck it up and get to work!” 

“Don’t tell me shit I already know! I’m going out right now, so get off my back!” 

Mitsuki smiled, crossing her arms triumphantly. “Good! That’s what I wanted to hear! Your father left some money on the kitchen table for you, for trains and food, or whatever you need. I’m sure if you put your mind to it you can decide on a job by the end of the week!” 

Katsuki didn’t respond, he just kept walking into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He already felt bad enough about his situation without having his mom point out the obvious. He knew he needed to make a decision and settle on a job ASAP. Now that Deku had chosen Endeavor’s Agency, much to his dismay, there was no point waiting around any longer. He’d just have to accept the fact they wouldn’t be working together, and let it go. 

Easier fucking said than done. 

Glancing at himself in the mirror, he looked surprisingly refreshed. No bloodshot eyes or dark circles, he felt completely rested for a change. Could it be that the sleepless nights of torture were over? That maybe now that he’d finally faced the reason for his misery, he’d be fine. Katsuki didn’t want to get his hopes up, one peaceful night’s sleep didn’t mean he was cured. Plus, he didn’t have time to waste dwelling on it now anyway, he had to hurry up to go meet Deku.

Izuku and Katsuki walked side by side toward the train station, the busy sidewalk packed with Sunday shoppers and tourists bustling around them. The sun was shining brightly, without a cloud in the sky, making it the perfect day to go apartment hunting. Deku was beaming with excitement, bouncing as he walked, talking a mile a minute as he shuffled through the papers, maps and notebooks he had crammed into his backpack. 

“Look, I made this map to scale, marking the location of each apartment complex with the corresponding data color-coded using this key!” Deku proudly announced, shoving the map in front of Katsuki’s face and pointing at the recorded data he’d neatly sketched into a small purple box. “The blue lines mark the distance in kilometers to Endeavor’s Agency, the red lines to my house, the yellow to the closest train station and the green to your house. That way we can see precisely how long it will take to get everywhere I need to go. Oh, and I’ve also marked the location of the nearest grocery stores, hero offices, police headquarters, and gyms, all with corresponding colors so I can factor those into my decision as well. I made a copy for you too Kacchan!” 

Katsuki groaned, begrudgingly taking his copy of the map, realizing today was going to be far from the relaxing one he’d pictured. “Damn it, Deku, you’re such a nerd! None of this shit matters. All’s you should be lookin’ at is the building’s design and who your fucking neighbors are!” 

“Oh, that’s a good point Kacchan! Since I’ll be coming and going all hours of the day and night, I’ll need to make sure there are other heroes in the building. So I won’t stand out or be a bother to anyone. Hmm, the building’s design could be an important security factor I hadn’t considered. Since I’ll be dealing with some pretty high-profile criminals.” He busily jotted down more notes as he talked. “See, I knew I could count on you to be a huge help!” 

Katsuki grimaced, shoving his hands deep in his pockets while Deku furiously scribbled. He always got flustered when Deku praised him, he could feel a rising blush threatening to explode across his face. “Tch, it’s not rocket science. Stop acting weird and just put that crap away. It’s fucking embarrassing.” 

Deku smiled and repacked everything into his backpack as they stepped onto the train platform. “Don’t worry Kacchan, I can be cool. I won’t show you the diagrams and pie charts I made until we get off the train.” 

“Hah?? You’ve got more crap stuffed in there? Damn it Deku, when are you gonna grow up and stop doing this weird ass shit?” 

“You know me Kacchan, I just like to be extra prepared for everything. That way there’s less of a chance I’ll be surprised or caught off guard later. You should try to be more prepared too; it will only help your hero work be stronger!” 

Katsuki narrowed his eyes and slouched down in his seat, fuming. “I don’t need your damn advice, I do fine all on my own! Unless you forgot I was top of our fucking class!” 

Deku grinned and leaned closer to Katsuki, cozying up to him on the narrow train seat. “Oh, I haven’t forgotten Kacchan, you were amazing this year! You totally perfected your quirk and mastered the balance of winning and rescuing, not to mention top grades on all our exams! Everyone was impressed with how much you had grown, me especially!”

Deku’s eyes were wide and sparkling as he spoke about Katsuki’s senior year, gushing like it was an award-winning movie or, prize-winning novel. The pride he felt in his best friend’s accomplishments was very plain to see. He looked like he was about to burst at the seams with admiration. 

“Shhhhh-ut up Deku, don’t have a fucking orgasm right here in front of everyone,” Katsuki threatened, embarrassingly scrunching down in his seat even further. He buried his reddened face behind the collar of his shirt. He glanced around to see if anyone was listening but thankfully it seemed Deku’s exultations hadn’t reached past their row of seats. 

“Sorry Kacchan, I’m just super proud of you and I can’t wait to see what your future holds. I know you’re going to be the best hero, saving so many lives and making the world a better place… just like All Might did!” 

Katsuki felt his heart flutter. Why’s this kid always gotta make me feel shit I don’t wanna feel? He thought to himself as he side-eyed Deku, bouncing next to him. He looked so cute, happily sitting there grinning from ear to ear. Katsuki couldn’t stop himself from very discretely reaching to squeeze Deku’s hand, while his face was nonchalantly turned in the opposite direction. That was about as much PDA as Katsuki would ever risk in this lifetime, quickly tucking his hand back underneath his arm lightning fast, like it hadn’t even happened. 

Deku’s reaction was borderline delirious with joy. He clutched his backpack tight to his chest, squeezing it like a teddy bear as his smile beamed brighter than the sun.

Katsuki felt the warmth of Deku’s happiness spread through his chest, still not accustomed to this newfound power he had to make him light-up like a Christmas tree. The way his eyes glimmered in the reflection of light coming through the train windows was captivating. The effect of the trees and buildings zooming by, caused a strobe-light effect to flash across his features, putting Katsuki into a hypnotic state. 

Mesmerized, he leaned over and whispered against Deku’s ear. “Better make sure these apartments have soundproof walls. Unless you want the neighbors hearing how loud you moan for me.” 

Deku gulped and shuddered from the feel of Katsuki’s warm breath tingling across his neck. He quickly rammed his backpack down on his lap to hide his arousal laughing nervously in reply. “You always think of the most important things Kacchan.” 

Proud of himself, Katsuki gave Deku a sly smirk. He loved unnerving him, especially in public. The waves of restrained passion were palpable between them as the train pulled up to the next station. “Better keep a tight grip on that backpack nerd, this is our stop.”

After a long day of walking all over the city looking at apartments, Izuku and Katsuki were finally headed back toward home. The sun was beginning to set, and the sidewalks were cast in a soft shade of purple. 

“Hmmm, I think my top three apartments would have to be numbers 2, 4, and 7,” Deku said, pondering his list aloud as he juggled a fat stack of papers. 

“Hah? Are you crazy? Number 2 was a shithole! And 4 smelled like cats! 7 was clearly the best choice. Plus, it had that pizza place across the street.” 

Deku pulled out a pencil and began scribbling notes as they walked. “Hmmm, I don’t think number 2 was that bad, it would be close to work, and it had that nice, big window in the kitchen.” 

“Yeah, a window overlooking a dumpster!” 

“I don’t know Kacchan, 7 was really nice and big, but it was the most expensive. I’d probably have to get a roommate if I lived there, and I’m pretty sure Shouto and Iida already moved into their new places. I don’t really know anyone else in the agency well enough to ask them.” 

Katsuki frowned and stared straight ahead. He definitely didn’t like the idea of Deku having a roommate, that would surely cramp their style. He’d been excited at the thought of them having a place to be alone, since it didn’t look like he’d be moving out anytime soon. So Deku’s apartment would be their only place for privacy. 

“I mean… unless” Deku questioned, his cryptic voice scooping high in pitch. 

Katsuki abruptly stopped walking and turned to face him. “Unless what?” 

“Well, I know you haven’t decided yet where you’ll be working, but if it was close by me, then maybe…” Deku blinked up at Katsuki sweetly, his expression hopeful and expectant. 

“Maybe WHAT?” Katsuki erupted; his fists balled tightly at his sides. 

Deku blushed. “Well, I was thinking, maybe it would make the most sense for you to be my roommate?” 

“HAAAH!!??” Katsuki roared, his voice echoing up and down the quiet side street like a tiger released from its cage. 

“Think about it Kacchan. Nobody knows you and I are, uhhh… more than just friends. It wouldn’t be that weird for us to be roommates, considering how long we’ve known each other. Nobody would think anything odd about it. Plus imagine how much money we’d save!” 

“You want me to live with you?!” Katsuki was floored, his jaw dropping open, his eyes blowing wide with panic. He stood on the empty sidewalk in complete and utter shock, staring back at Deku in horror. 

“I’m sure our parents would support the idea; in fact my mom would probably be happy to hear I was living with you. She hates the thought of me being alone.” 

“This is crazy!” Katsuki bellowed, pacing in a small circle, his shaking hand firmly gripping the hair on top of his head. He was unable to even process what Deku was suggesting. 

“Why is it crazy? You kept talking all day about how much time you’re planning to spend at my place, right? Plus you loved number 7, with that pizza place across the street.” 

“Just to hang out! Not to fucking live together! Shit Deku! Have you lost your damn mind?!” 

“It’s not like living together, living together, we’d still have our own rooms. Plus, most of the time we’d be busy with work anyway. It would just make things so much more convenient in our limited free time. You know, to be closer. We’d save time not having to travel back and forth, and we could save so much money towards our future- uhh, I mean our own separate futures of course.” 

Katsuki’s eyes boggled trying to even grasp the words coming out of Deku’s mouth. “Every-fucking-one would suspect something! Especially half-n-half! He’s so damn nosey he’d have a field day with this! There’s just no way it would work. No fucking way!” 

Deku’s face fell, his large eyes shimmering with disappointment. “I understand Kacchan, if you… if you, d-don’t want to.” 

Katsuki stopped pacing, drawing back one hand to smack Deku hard on the shoulder. “I didn’t fucking say that!” 

Deku pouted pitifully, his bottom lip jutting out as his shoulders slumped in defeat. “It’s OK Kacchan, maybe you’re right. I’d probably just get on your nerves too much anyway. Or be in the way if you, you know, wanted to see other people.” 

“HAAAH?” Katsuki exploded, his red eyes flashing with a fiery intensity. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean!!??” 

“I just meant, I know this is all very new. Me and you… together… and maybe it’s just a fling for you, or something you don’t see long term.” 

“Don’t fucking put words in my mouth Deku!” 

“I’m sorry, I know it’s only been three days since we kissed, I’m getting too excited. I guess I just, well, it’s just, i-it seems like it’s been such a long time coming. I mean we've known each other forever and I've waited so long for this. I don’t want to waste another minute apart.” 

Katsuki stood frozen in place, silently blinking at Deku trying to figure out what had brought all of this on. His mind raced back through the events of the last couple of days, how Deku had practically begged him to go look at apartments, how he’d insisted on his input, even making him a map. He was putting the pieces together bit by bit, feeling this was all just a little too convenient. “You planned all of this, didn’t you?” 

Deku was quiet, his face downcast, looking silently at his feet. 

“You purposely took me to all those shitty ass apartments just to show me that big expensive one at the end, knowing you’d already picked it out because you wanted me to live there with you! Didn’t you?” 

Deku still didn’t answer, he had his hands clasped behind his back, his feet nervously shuffling back and forth. 

“Damn it, Deku, answer me! You orchestrated this whole day to try to lure me into living with you in that apartment! Admit it!” 

“I just… I j-just thought,” Deku’s muffled voice hitched on a raspy gulp for breath, he kept his face hidden, unable to look his friend in the eye. 

Katsuki saw a droplet of water splash down and hit the tip of Deku’s shoe. “Oh my God, are you fucking crying right now?” 

“I’m sorry Kacchan, I-I didn’t mean to trick you, I swear. I just thought it would be nice, you know, to be… t-to be, together. Alone, j-just the two of us.” Deku was openly crying now, his shoulders shaking and his tears splashing down on the sidewalk like rain. He cupped his hands over his face to try and stifle his sobs, but Katsuki had already seen the evidence. His heart dropped to his stomach from his pathetic display. 

“I can’t believe this,” Katsuki groaned, he’d already been struggling to accept the alternate reality he was currently living in, where he and Deku were together. But moving in with him? Living in that apartment together? It seemed impossible to comprehend. Three days ago he’d been worried his feelings for his friend would never be returned, now he was learning that Deku was already leagues ahead of him in every way. He’d already figured out his job and where he wanted to live. That he wanted Katsuki to work at the same agency and live in the same apartment, it was all his grand plan. Plus, he’d been more than willing to hit the accelerator on their sex life without a moment of hesitation. Like he knew all of this was coming and he’d been planning it all, training for it. Preparing himself for a life Katsuki had barely dared to dream of. It was just like before, leaving him behind, powering ahead, just like he’d done their first year at UA. It seemed that no matter the circumstances in their lives, Deku was always a giant step ahead, and Katsuki was always the one trying desperately to keep up.   

“Please don’t be angry with me Kacchan. I-I-I won’t be able to take it if you’re mad. We can just forget this whole thing. I promise I won’t mention it again. I won’t say a thing, I-” 

“Stop!” Katsuki interrupted between Deku’s supplications. He could feel his emotions getting the better of him as he watched Deku’s tears spill out from between his fingers, rolling down his chin. “Stop crying, OK. I’m not mad.” 

Deku stopped suddenly, dropping his hands from his face. He looked up hesitantly, his watery eyes swimming in the glow of twilight, with a tentative look of reprieve. “Y-y-you’re not?” 

“I said I’m not fucking mad, OK? I just need you to stop crying. I can’t take that shit Deku!” 

Deku rushed forward into Katsuki’s arms, burying his face into his chest. “I’m so, so glad! I was scared I’d ruined everything!” 

Katsuki patted Deku’s heaving shoulders, praying nobody was watching as he comforted him tenderly and kissed the top of his head. There were very few things in the world that could crack Katsuki’s impenetrable wall of defense, but his best friend being upset was one of them. “Listen, it’s fine. I’m not pissed; there’s no reason to cry.” 

Deku squeezed the barrel of Katsuki’s chest as hard as he could, wiping tears and snot all over the front of his shirt. His muffled sighs of relief vibrating against Katsuki’s ribcage as he relaxed into his arms. "I-I thought, sniff, I thought I'd ruined everything sniff..." 

Katsuki exhaled, allowing his voice to soften and mellow. “I guess it’s not the worst idea you’ve ever had. I mean, that pizza was pretty fucking good, I wouldn’t mind having it on a regular basis.”

Deku peered up from Katsuki’s chest, his glistening eyes full of hope. “Kacchan, do you really mean that?” 

“I told you before, I don’t say shit I don’t mean.” 

“So, you’ll consider it? You’ll consider moving in there with me?” Deku's face was full of hesitant expectancy. 

Katsuki frowned slightly. “I’ll think it over. As long as you promise no more fucking crying!”

Deku chuckled brightly, burying his face back in Katsuki’s warm chest again. “I promise Kacchan, I won’t cry ever again if that means you’ll stay with me and never leave.” 

Katsuki felt a lump swell in his throat. Deku had just so easily put into words the exact thing he feared more than anything else. That horrifying thought of them being ripped apart, of losing one another for good. It was his deepest, darkest, most terrifying secret fear. One he’d never told another living soul, too afraid for even Deku to know the truth. The mere suggestion of losing Deku was his greatest weakness, and if that information fell into the wrong hands, it could be a powerful weapon against him. He had guarded it with his life, for as far back as he could remember. As he stood on the sidewalk cradling Deku in his arms he knew there was nothing more he could ever want than to be with him every single day. To protect him… take care of him… and to try and make him smile. That’s all he’d ever really wanted. 

“I’ll talk to my parents and see what they say," Katsuki mumbled. "But I’m warning you, I’ll be a terrible roommate. I don’t like anyone touching my shit, I hate to share food, I’m obsessively clean, I go to bed early, and I’m a fucking grouch in the mornings. I don’t know who would want to put up with all that shit. We’ll probably end up killing each other in less than a week.” 

“Don’t be silly Kacchan," Izuku beamed. "I already know all those things about you. It’s part of the reason I love you so much.” 

Katsuki’s body went rigid, his spine straightening like someone had zapped him with an electric shock. “Did you just say the "L" word?” 

“Well I can’t help it if it’s true," Izuku gushed, his face lit up with pure joy. "Plus, there are many different types of love Kacchan, felt for many different types of reasons. Even if you wouldn’t have kissed me that night at Momo’s party, I would still love you, because you’re my best and oldest friend! You’re the one person I can always count on to lift me up, challenge me, to never give up on me, or let me give up on myself. You always support me, and you always have my back. But most of all, above everything else, you’re my hero Kacchan! You always have been, and you always will be.” 

Katsuki was silent, hiding just how much those heartfelt words had really meant to him. He felt the sting of tears threatening the corners of his eyes as he blinked them back aggressively. To be loved and respected, appreciated and needed, to be someone’s hero… especially Izuku’s hero… it filled his heart with so much emotion it nearly burst. If he wasn’t so incapable of expressing how he felt, he would have known exactly what to say. But these were feelings he couldn’t yet put into words, so he squeezed Deku tight against him, sweetly caressing his back. It was the best he could do. 

Deku returned the squeeze and laughed brightly, easing up on his tiptoes to steal a quick kiss. “We’d better get going Kacchan, it’s getting late. Lucky for you I’m alone again tonight, Mom had to go to her sister’s, and she won’t be back till tomorrow.” 

Katsuki’s expression peaked with interest at the news, his cock rising to attention at the thought of being alone in Deku’s room again. “Well what the hell are we doing standing around here for? Let’s fucking go!” 

“I’ll race you!” Deku challenged, kicking off at full speed before Katsuki could even start. 

“Oiy! You cheater! Get back here shitty Deku!” Katsuki bellowed as he careened down the street, hot on Deku’s heels, a brilliant smile painted across his face. 

Together they ran side-by-side toward the deep orange and pink hues that marked the last remains of the day. The crackling bursts of Katsuki’s explosions echoed along with Izuku’s firing thrusts as they raced on, disappearing over the horizon amidst rings of their mutual laughter. It was a good day, just as Deku had predicted.

For just a moment they could enjoy these last few hours of their youth before the real world threatened to swallow them up into its chaos and despair. Changing them from the wide-eyed optimistic boys they once were, into the true heroes they were destined to be. But it was probably better they didn’t know the hardships awaiting them, and the many people who’d want to do them harm. For now, there was peace and the first blossom of love, forming a bond no villain could ever hope to break.

Tumbling through the doorway of Deku’s bedroom, Katsuki was met once again by the familiar sight of All Might’s smiling face, staring at him from every direction. It was still just as weird as it had been the day before. 

“I hope you aren’t bringing all this All Might shit to the apartment,” Katsuki mumbled between urgent kisses as he pushed Deku down on the bed, before crashing down on top of him. “Three’s a fucking crowd.” 

Deku nodded agreement as he fumbled for Katsuki’s belt, anxious to get him undressed as quickly as possible. “Don’t talk about it, just take my pants off,” he ordered from beneath him, pulling Katsuki’s belt free of its buckle to shove his pants down past his hips. 

“Damn, look who’s being bossy,” Katsuki snarled back wickedly, his eyes gleaming red as he roughly pulled down Deku’s loose-fitting pants, without even bothering to unbutton them. “You trying to take control away from me, huh?” 

“Who said you ever had it?” Deku snarked back with a devious grin, wrapping his legs tightly around Katsuki’s hips, pulling him back down on top of him. Their naked bodies collided together gratefully, after a long day of hiding boners and counting the minutes till they could be alone again. 

“Better watch that mouth of yours, before I stuff something in it.” 

“Do it,” Deku replied, his voice needy and ravenous. “Slide up here Kacchan, my mouth is ready.”

Katsuki’s eyes blew wide, he’d never heard Deku say something so bold, not in all the years he’d known him. Looking down from where he hovered above him, he saw Deku’s eyes were hungry and half-lidded, his mouth open and ready. It was clear he desperately wanted Katsuki to do as he said. “Damn, you’re crazy horny!”

“Always for you,” Deku sighed, his body shimmering with uncontrollable lust as he pulled Katsuki up roughly by his armpits. 

Easing forward on his knees, Katsuki climbed up until his cock was aligned with Deku’s awaiting mouth. He gripped the headboard tight with both hands as he guided the head between Deku’s warm, wet lips. The euphoric sensation, intense and immediate. “Fffffuck Deku, your mouth is so hot.” 

Deku reached up from behind and grabbed Katsuki’s bare ass, digging his fingertips firmly into the smooth, cool flesh of his cheeks. Then smashing him hard against his face he took his cock deep, moaning and humming with every thrust as Katsuki’s head fell backward in rapture. 

“Aaaahh, goddamn, it feels so good, don’t you dare fucking stop,” Katsuki pleaded, grinding Deku’s face as he sucked him into oblivion. His legs were trembling, his knuckles stretched bright white as he held on to the bed, swearing and moaning with each pull and suck. “God I wanna fuck you so bad, I wanna feel my cock in your tight little ass so fucking bad.” 

Deku moaned deep in response, his bruising touch marking Katsuki’s hips with angry red welts as he thrust up into the air rhythmically. His own bobbing erection neglected and dripping onto his stomach. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna come already, fffffuck,” Katsuki swore, his body collapsing lifelessly against the headboard. With one hand gripping the wall, he shoved his own fist into his mouth, biting down hard on his knuckle. He rode the waves of his rushing orgasm, the light behind his eyelids bursting like fireworks. 

Deku held Katsuki’s quaking body in place; lips sealed tight around his cock as he swallowed the thick ropes of cum shooting down his throat. He moaned pitifully between Katsuki’s legs, trembling in search of his own release, trying in vain to find any sort of friction above him. 

Katsuki could feel Deku flailing, he glanced back over his shoulder and saw his hips thrusting up into the air, desperate for touch. 

Renewed energy shooting through his veins at the sight of his partner in need, Katsuki pulled himself out of Deku’s mouth and slid back down the length of his body. 

“Kac-chan, d-don’t leave me.” 

“I’m not going anywhere,” Katsuki growled low, his body crushing Deku into the bed as he shifted lower down, bringing them back face to face. “Is this what you want?” Katsuki murmured breathlessly as he pressed Deku’s rock-hard erection between them, teasing him wickedly before jerking himself away. 

“No, don’t go, t-touch me, p-p-please Kacchan. I need to feel you…” Deku begged, his voice frenzied, suffering for release.

Katsuki smiled, bending down to take one shiny pink nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard, then biting it between his teeth. He lapped at the firm nub as it grew, swirling his tongue in circles around the bumpy flesh, blowing warm air across the wetness till it stood erect. Deku let out a soft, high-pitched squeal, his body undulating like an ocean wave. Intoxicated by the lewd sound, Katsuki paused for a moment, just to watch his lover squirm.

Moving down between his legs Katsuki placed two hands on Deku’s quivering inner thighs, spreading them apart. “Touch you where?” he snarled sinfully, his lips vibrating against Izuku’s overstimulated skin. Here?” He teased, gliding one fingertip along Deku’s crack.

“Y-yes, please…” 

“Mmmm, too bad I don’t have any lube.” 

“I have some, i-it’s in the nightstand," Deku stuttered, barely able to breathe. 

“Fuckin’ hell, I shoulda known,” Katsuki swore, blindsided again by Deku’s over-preparedness. His heartrate tripled as panic set in. His brain completely rattled from the breathy, urgent pleas of Deku, feeling he’d do anything to satiate him. 

Katsuki reached up to the bedside table drawer and fished around till he felt a small plastic bottle graze his fingertips. He grabbed it quickly and popped open the cap, aggressively squeezing out the contents. The clear liquid rushed out fast between his fingers, running down his hand, spilling all over the bed. “Fuck, this shit is so runny, it’s all over everything.” 

“It doesn’t matter. Just do it, please Kacchan. I need it.” 

Katsuki had been way too forceful with the bottle, his entire hand soaked and dripping with lube. Unsure of what he was supposed to do next he reached down between Deku’s legs again and glided between his cheeks, coating every inch with the slippery wetness. 

“Ah-hha, yeah, just like that, keep going please, I want to feel you inside me.” 

Deku’s body was writhing from the slick touch of Katsuki’s fingers against his hole. Anxious to please him, Katsuki pressed the tip of his middle finger gently against the tight puckered flesh, pushing through the taut ring of muscles, sinking deep into his heat. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before. 

“Mmmmm, you’re so fuckin’ tight, damn. I can feel you squeezing my finger.” 

“Don’t stop… more please,” Deku whimpered, thrusting greedily against Katsuki’s hand. 

“Fuck, OK, wait.” Katsuki slid in another wet finger beside the first one and gently pressed them in deeper. He didn’t understand how this could possibly feel good. It was so tight and hot, like a fire was burning inside him. But Deku was a complete wreck, trembling and moaning like he was going to come just from this alone. 

Katsuki slid down further to get a view of Deku’s ass. He watched his fingers sliding in and out, the lube glistening as it leaked from his pink, wet hole. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. 

“Kacchaaaannn,” Deku moaned in ecstasy, his ass grinding into the pressure, driving Katsuki in deeper with each panting exhale. “Suck me while you’re fingering me, I want to come inside your mouth again.” 

Katsuki’s mind was completely blown. Deku was asking him for exactly what he wanted, and surprisingly it was a total turn on. There was no way in hell he could possibly resist his request, so he dipped down and took the leaking head of Deku’s cock into his mouth just as instructed, swallowing him with a throaty groan. 

The hot shaft pulsated on his tongue as he took slow, even strokes. He could feel Deku opening wider for his fingers, the muscles relaxing as his legs fell slowly apart. 

“Ahhh, ffffuck, yessss…” 

Deku was putty in Katsuki’s hands now, grinding minutely against his hand with his back arched sharply off the bed. It was a carefully balanced symphony of pushing and pulling, grunting and sighing, Deku’s body singing with bliss from the sensual skills of Katsuki’s hand and mouth. His euphoric sounds filled the tiny room with rapturous delight. Katsuki soon found himself humping the bed between Deku’s legs, soaking it with his own release. 

There was power in this too, Katsuki thought to himself, as Deku’s climax crescendoed to its peak. The power of giving such intense pleasure to another person, watching Deku shatter underneath him as cum filled his mouth, his fingers clamped in a hot vice. He imagined he could quickly become addicted to this feeling, addicted to Deku. His desire for more only making him want to test the limits of his boundaries even further. 

Deku spasmed and flailed, gripping the bedspread in his shaking fists until the waves slowly faded. Katsuki withdrew his mouth and hand, collapsing back onto the bed.

“Fuck me, that was insane,” Katsuki muttered, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of what had just happened. 

Deku mumbled incoherently as he rolled onto his side, curling into the fetal position. He snuggled against Katsuki’s chest, his body shivering through aftershocks as he whimpered tiny little sighs. His head burrowed in, nestling under Katsuki’s arm, willing him to wrap it around him. 

Katsuki followed Deku’s lead, enveloping him in a tender embrace. As he held his body close, he sweetly kissed the damp green curls of his forehead and the sweat-coated skin of his temple. “You were just full of surprises tonight, huh, I can’t believe you had that stuff already. You’re such a perv.” 

“I did good though, right?” Deku asked for reassurance, his eyelashes fluttering softly against Katsuki’s ribs. “I bet after a couple more times I’ll be ready… you know, for sex.” 

Katsuki’s heart skipped a beat, caught off guard once again by Deku’s bluntness. “Yeah, you did real good babe, I was fucking impressed.” 

“Ohh, I like that,” Deku purred. 

“Like what?” 

“You calling me babe. You never call me anything other than Deku or nerd.” 

“Well that’s because your name is Deku and you are a nerd,” Katsuki huffed, needling him sarcastically. 

“You could call me Izuku sometimes too, if you want. I think that would be kinda hot actually.” 

“Hmmm, does that mean you’re gonna start calling me by my name too? Then I’ll finally be rid of that dumbass nickname.” 

“Well, I will if you want me to,” Deku replied coyly, rolling over onto his stomach to ease further upward, stopping just short of his lips. “Kiss me, Katsuki,” he playfully teased, his green eyes sparkling as a smile played at the corners of his mouth. 

“OK, that fucking sounds weird coming from you.” 

Their lips connected for a long, languid kiss as their exhausted bodies slowly intertwined under the warmth of the blankets. Katsuki could feel himself sinking deeper into the mattress, his eyelids heavy from the lateness of the hour. It was already well past his normal bedtime; he was sure his parents were wondering where he was. “I should probably go,” he murmured against Deku’s warm lips, their foreheads pressed together as they lay side by side on the tiny bed. 

“Stay,” Deku pleaded soft and sweet, dragging his lips and tongue over Katsuki’s mouth tempting him not to go. “My mom won’t be back till morning, we can set an alarm, so you can leave before she gets here.” 

Katsuki exhaled in defeat, knowing full well he was bound to give in yet again. “You’ve got me wrapped around your little finger, don’t you?” He lightly teased, cradling Deku in his arms. 

“This is how it could be every night you know,” Deku spoke softly, almost afraid to bring up the topic of the apartment again. “Being together like this, never having to leave, never having to say goodbye. Not knowing if it would be for the last time.” 

“What?!" Katsuki barked loudly. "What the fuck Deku, don’t say shit like that!” 

“But it’s true, you said it yourself, our jobs are very dangerous. We aren’t promised another day in our line of work. I just want every day I have, no matter how few, to be spent with you.” 

Katsuki swallowed against the growing lump of fear in his throat, not wanting his mind to go to that dark place. He squeezed Deku tightly in his arms, knowing he was the most precious thing in the world to him, although unsure how to say it. “I’ll stay till the morning, OK? But no more talking about sad, depressing shit. Just be a good boy and go to sleep.” 

Deku smiled sweetly, cuddling back into Katsuki’s warm embrace. Within a few minutes his breathing became slow and even, signaling he’d finally drifted off to sleep. Katsuki laid there a long time just staring at the ceiling, listening to the light sound of Deku’s snores, wondering how in the hell he’d gotten himself in so deep, so fast. He was honestly terrified at the thought of living in that apartment, but even more afraid of living anywhere else. He wished he had someone to go to for advice, someone who’d just tell him if this whole roommate idea was a disaster waiting to happen. But he didn’t have anyone to talk to, not when it came to his feelings for Deku. Somehow, he’d just have to figure this all out on his own. He’d either have to suck it up and bite the bullet or find his own place somewhere else. Even if it would break Deku’s heart. Miserable and unsure of what to do, Katsuki drifted off to sleep. 

That night, Katsuki dreamed once again of the dense green forest surrounding him, but this time the smell of damp earth and fresh pine was no longer cloying. Instead he found himself lying in a clearing, totally at peace, savoring the aroma of the deep woods around him. He gazed upward through a canopy of thick branches to find tiny rays of sunlight were now bleeding through, painting stripes of gold across his face. He breathed steadily in and out, a brand-new feeling of unconditional love washing over him, enveloping him in its pure light. His hair, tousled by a calm breeze, stirred him from his sleep. He realized the wind had been an illusion, it was actually Deku’s fingers gently twined through the spikey locks of his hair, stroking them in his sleep. Katsuki melted tenderly into his touch, pulling Deku’s naked body closer, eliciting a soft, sleepy moan. Gradually their legs tangled back together in the untucked sheets, their bodies conforming to one another’s embrace as they settled back to sleep.

It was the first of many perfect nights spent together. Katsuki finally safe, free from his plague of nightmares. His months of suffering had all been worth it in the end, to get to this place where he knew he belonged. In the comforting arms of his one true love... "Izuku."

Chapter Text

Four days had passed since Katsuki went apartment hunting with Deku and he still hadn’t mentioned anything about it to his parents or made any headway choosing a job either. Tomorrow was Friday and he knew his mom would be grilling him about the progress he’d made this week, which was a complete joke considering he’d spent most of his time making out with Deku. Their days together had been filled with stolen moments tucked away in dark corners, ducking down alleys, dodging between trees or hiding behind closed doors. Not ideal by any stretch of the imagination. Katsuki was totally miserable living like this, completely fed up with his own procrastinating. He needed a job, he needed his privacy, and he needed it now. Today had to be the day. 

Sitting at the desk in his bedroom, Katsuki aggressively shuffled the envelopes of job offers through his hands one by one. 

Too far away… too fucking boring… no, this guy’s a douchebag… too straight laced… too damn shady… not enough money… too annoying… too self-righteous… not enough action…  

By the time he tossed out all the definite no’s he was left with only three offers remaining. All from top agencies, all very solid choices. 

I just gotta make a fucking decision, damn it! Once and for all! 

Deku had already started working at Endeavor’s agency a couple of days ago, so there was no point continuing to drag his feet. He shuffled the last three letters one final time, then going with his gut instinct, chose the one offer he felt really was the best. Carefully he removed the single sheet of folded paper inside and stared at it intently, his red eyes narrow and focused. 

This has to be the one, it just… feels right! 

Katsuki stuffed the chosen letter into his front pants pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He knew the best person to call right now. He was the only one Katsuki knew who would be able to help him nail down this job today, before he had time to talk himself out of it. 

Exhaling long and deep, hoping this was a bridge he hadn’t burned beyond repair, he pressed call, holding his breath as the line began to ring.

One ring…

Two rings…

Three…

“Hello?” Kirishima’s voice questioned on the line, clearly surprised by the call.

“Hey… you busy?”

“Holy shit! I can’t believe you’re actually calling me for real! I thought maybe you butt dialed me by mistake or something. It’s been ages!”

“Yeah, uhh, I’ve been busy.”

“It’s good to hear your voice! What’s up man?”

“Are you workin’ today?”

“Yep! Well, still just training and boring stuff. Tamaki has me and Tetsutetsu doing some patrols, but only in the safer neighborhoods. He says we’ll see action soon enough, but man I’m itchin’ to kick some villain ass!” 

Katsuki felt his stomach sink; he hated the idea of boring grunt work and being treated like a beginner. He knew he was above such menial tasks after all the villains he’d face as a student. He definitely didn’t need a babysitter. He was just as strong as any pro and ready to prove himself out in the field. “Yeah, me too. That’s why I was thinkin’ I might come in today to talk to Fat Gum.”

“Are you serious? That would be so freaking awesome dude!!”

“Tch, calm down, it’s just a job.”

“You should definitely come in! I’ll be here all day, and I can show you around and stuff, give you the official tour! Oh, and Jiro and Tsuyu are here too!”

“I don’t fuckin’ care, I ain’t comin’ in for a damn high school reunion!”

“Well it’ll be great to have another class A team member here; the girls have been super bummed ever since Ochaco decided to switch to Endeavor’s Agency.”

“That’s fuckin’ stupid. Why’d she do that?”

“Not sure, she seemed excited to be with us, then changed her mind at the last minute. Maybe because of Iida? I don’t know.”

“Yeah, well, she’s always been weird.”

“Yeah…”

“So, anyway, just tell Fat Gum I’m comin’ in like an hour.”

“Will do! He’s gonna be so stoked to have the top UA student joining our team! Man we are gonna be super strong! Even better than Endeavor’s team!”

“Damn right we will,” Katsuki confirmed, his heart tugging inside his chest at the thought of being separated from Deku.

“Hey, we should go out tonight and celebrate! Get some people together, get some food or somethin’… whattaya say?”

“Maybe, I don’t’ know. I might have plans… we’ll see.” 

Katsuki hung up abruptly, losing his patience for talking on the phone. “Ugh, being an adult fucking sucks,” he mumbled to himself, tossing his phone on the bed and heading to his closet to try to find something suitable to wear to meet his new boss. He hated the thought of going through all these formalities when really, he just wanted to fight villains and get paid. The business side of it all, with the boring paperwork and legal mumbo jumbo was the part he dreaded the most. Maybe if he could just get it all over with today then by tomorrow, he’d be back in his hero costume, strapping on his gauntlets, getting back to what he was good at. That’s all he really cared about anyway. Hero work, becoming number one… and of course, Deku.

“Welcome to the team, Ignition! We are thrilled to have you join us and I know you’re going to do great things as a hero! Not just in this office, but for all the people of Japan!” 

Katsuki shook Taishiro’s hand, managing an almost-smile. His palm still sweaty from having just signed his name to a 3-year contract with the Fat Gum Hero Office. Surrounded by the applause of everyone in the room, he fought the urge to tell them all to shut the hell up, especially when Kirishima whooped so loud the fire alarm went off. 

“You’ll report first thing Monday morning! I’m going to have you paired with Tamaki for at least a week, so enjoy your last weekend of freedom before the real work begins!” Taishiro said with a chuckle, patting Katsuki firmly on the shoulder before heading back out on duty. 

Katsuki side-eyed Tamaki, thinking there was literally nobody else in the office he’d rather not be teamed up with than him. Suneater was a strong hero, no doubt, but their personalities were the complete polar opposite. Katsuki was going to have to keep his anger and temper on lockdown for the next week, in order to make a good first impression. Normally he wouldn’t care what anyone thought of him, but things were different now, this was his job. He wasn’t going to blow it by getting a bad reputation as someone too difficult to work with. He’d learned and grown enough over the last two years of high school to understand the benefits of teamwork. 

“Tonight we celebrate!” Kirishima erupted joyfully, clamping down on Katsuki’s shoulders, squeezing them tight. “Me, you, Tetsutetsu, Jiro and Tsuyu are all gonna go to this really cool new restaurant down the street! Everyone says the food’s amazing and it’s crawling with cute girls!” 

Huh? What the hell happened with Mina?” Katsuki asked with surprise, remembering the last time he’d seen Kirishima at Momo’s party they were supposedly dating. 

“Oh yeah, she dumped me. After 3 days, 7 hours and 24 minutes of bliss,” Kirishima sighed, remembering their brief time fondly while gazing up at the ceiling with a dopey smile on his face. “But it’s OK, I’m tough! Right?” He joked, flexing one bicep while flashing his razor-sharp teeth. “Besides, I know there’s a special someone just waiting to enjoy allllll of this!” 

Kirishima motioned to his abs and Katsuki rolled his eyes. There was only one thing worse than love-struck Eijirou, and that was single Eijirou. “I’ll go and eat with you losers, but don’t fucking embarrass me acting like a tool while we’re there! We’re heroes now, you can’t be drooling all over the citizens we’re sworn to protect! We have an image to uphold! Moron…” 

Kirishima laughed and paid no attention to Katsuki’s insults; he was immune to them by now anyway. He waved goodbye as he headed back out for the rest of his shift with Tetsutetsu, instructing Katsuki to be at the restaurant by no later than 7pm, or they’d never get a table. 

Pulling out his phone, Katsuki contemplated calling Deku to tell him he’d finally decided on a job, but then stopped himself mid-dial, thinking maybe it was a better conversation to be had in person. So he texted him instead. 

BK: What time u done?

MI: Sorry Kacchan! I just found out I have a work thing tonight. There’s no way for me to get out of it. I’m so sorry!! (ten crying face emojis)

Katsuki grumbled a few choice swear words softly to himself, careful to make sure no one in the office could hear. He was disappointed he wouldn’t be able to see Deku until tomorrow, plus he didn’t like the sound of this “work thing.”

BK: Fine, whatever.

MI: Tomorrow let’s meet for lunch, OK? We need to talk about the apartment, and I have a surprise for you!

BK: Fine.

MI: Are you mad at me? (sad face emoji)

BK: NO!

MI: ok good! I’ll text you later about tomorrow! Can’t wait! (kissy face emoji) 

Katsuki angrily shoved his phone back in his pocket. He didn’t know why he was so mad but something about the whole conversation just rubbed him the wrong way. 

What the hell is so important that he can’t make time for me? This is literally the biggest day of my entire fucking life so far! But sure, fine, whatever! See you tomorrow I guess, stupid Deku! 

Aggravated and doing a terrible job at hiding it, Katsuki stormed out the front door of the hero office narrowly avoiding a collision with someone walking in. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled, embarrassed, holding the door open for a man delivering parcels. The man smiled back, and Katsuki scoffed, then turned and headed back toward the train station. He had a few hours to kill before he was supposed to meet Eijirou and the rest for dinner, so he guessed he’d might as well go home and tell his parents the news. 

At least I know they’ll fucking care!

Katsuki had been right about one thing; his parents were beyond thrilled. As soon as he told them the news about his job his mom started jumping up and down, his dad crying big, sappy tears. They really were the greatest, although Katsuki would never admit that out loud to anyone. But their support and love meant the world to him. He’d even gotten up the courage to mention the apartment, and that he was seriously considering being Deku’s roommate. Surprisingly they were fully supportive of the idea, both agreeing they thought living with someone would be a good experience. His mom reminding him yet again how spoiled he’d been all his life and how she thought he needed to learn to be more considerate of others. She felt a roommate would teach him a valuable lesson. But of course Katsuki didn’t let her know he could see her point, he just ranted with all his normal insults. While his mom prattled on, out of the corner of his eye he’d seen his dad wink and flash a sly, knowing smile. He’d always been quietly perceptive, ever since Katsuki was a little kid. He’d been the one who could see the truth behind his tantrums. Silently they’d shared a wordless moment, and for just a split-second Katsuki thought maybe his dad knew something. But he quickly dismissed that as impossible, heading off to prepare for his night out. 

Thankfully Katsuki’s mood had greatly improved since leaving the hero office. As he walked off the train to head toward the restaurant, he found an extra spring in his step. Here he was, a man with a job, a genuine pro hero with his whole life ahead of him. It was a powerful feeling that filled him with a sense of pride in his accomplishment. Especially knowing how he’d negotiated a generous signing bonus, inspired in part by Deku, which was really going to help get him out of his parent’s house sooner than he’d anticipated. 

Katsuki regretted he’d been indecisive for so long, now that things were finally falling into place. He decided it would probably be a good time to tackle his feelings about the roommate situation as well, while he was on a roll. 

Maybe I will move in with Deku… that nerd wouldn’t survive a day without me anyway... he’s too fucking obsessed with me to live on his own! He’d be calling and begging for me to run over there every five minutes! I could just save myself from the trouble! 

Katsuki couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the thought of Deku frantically denying these obvious facts. He could almost see him now, flushed freckled cheeks, wide watery eyes, stomping his feet and waving his hands, insisting he was strong and independent, perfectly capable of living alone. But Katsuki had always been the one who could see beneath all that. In many ways Deku was still the same vulnerable fragile boy he’d known as a child, especially in their private moments together. Just the previous night, Deku had wrapped his whole body around him, clinging on for dear life, begging to never leave his side. Remembering this made Katsuki’s ego swell, especially considering Deku had been entrusted with the quirk of his childhood idol. He was strong, not just physically but mentally tough as well, a true hero by every definition of the word. He easily could have been top of their class, if not for his insistence on pushing past his limits. Not only plagued with injuries in their first year, but that fearlessness continued with reckless abandon throughout their high school careers. Many teachers chastised his blatant disregard for his own health and wellbeing, which had a negative impact on his grades. 

Someone has to keep that nerd safe from himself! 

This deep concern resided at the core of Katsuki’s fear, remembering the tiny middle-school-sized Izuku running full steam to rescue him from the sludge villain. He’d been a natural-born hero even before having a quirk. It was a level of selflessness and bravery rarely seen in anyone. Katsuki believed wholeheartedly to this day, if it wouldn’t have been for Deku, he would have died. That belief had fostered a strong, primal urge to protect him, no matter the cost. It was one of the main reasons he’d been so belligerent in his youth. All those years pushing Deku away, trying to keep him safe, keep him out of UA and out of danger, forcing him out of his life. The lies he’d told himself, only making him angrier and more resentful, which in turn filled much of his childhood with regret. Katsuki knew he’d never go back to his old ways; he’d come too far and changed too much. He felt that after all he and Deku had been through, the fights, the hurt, the blood, sweat and tears, they deserved their time together now. They both deserved to be happy. 

I’m gonna fucking do it! I’m gonna live with Deku! Besides, what’s the worst thing that could happen? At least if I’m there I can make sure he’s not breakin’ all his damn bones every other day! 

Grinning with self-satisfaction, at peace with the decision he’d made, Katsuki swaggered around the last corner to where the restaurant was located. As he completed the turn his eyes immediately fell on a shock of red hair belonging to Kirishima. He was huddled on the sidewalk out front of the restaurant’s entrance with a large group of people surrounding him. 

Why the fuck are there so many people with him? I thought there were only supposed to be 5 of us. 

Confused, Katsuki’s scanned the cluster of familiar faces until he noticed a recognizable head of red and white hair, belonging to what was surely Shouto Todoroki. 

What the fuck is HE doing here??!! 

At that exact moment, Jiro spotted Katsuki standing behind the group, dumbstruck with his mouth hanging open. She motioned for him to come over, which caused everyone’s head to turn in unison to see who she was signaling to. 

“Kacchan!” Deku exclaimed. “What are you doing here?” 

Is that!? No… it can’t be. 

Standing just to the left of Todoroki was in fact Deku, but he was drastically, and almost unrecognizably, different. Katsuki launched forward before he could even compose himself, thrusting right into the middle of the huddled group. 

“DEKU!! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO??!!!” 

Deku blushed, nervously reaching up to touch his hair. Everyone else struck silent by his outburst, staring confusedly at both of them.

“Ohh, yeah, I-I got a haircut today.” 

“I CAN FUCKING SEE THAT! BUT WHY IS IT SO DAMN SHORT!??” 

Deku smiled embarrassingly, stuttering and stammering with what to say next. 

“I took him to my barber over lunch,” Todoroki interrupted, his cold eyes glaring with an icy fire like he dared Katsuki to say one negative thing about it. “Doesn’t it look great?” 

“I didn’t even recognize him!” Kirishima happily interjected as he grabbed Deku into a headlock and teasingly rubbed his knuckles across his scalp. “They all showed up here same time as us! Isn’t that a wild coincidence?” 

“We’re all here to celebrate Bakugou joining our team,” Tsuyu added, clearing any confusion about why Katsuki had just shown up. 

“Wha-what?” Deku gasped in shock, his wide eyes meeting Katsuki’s narrow ones, now both of them equally caught by surprise. 

“That’s right! We’ve got the best of the best working in our office now! The villains are gonna be shakin’!” Kirishima declared excitedly, finally releasing Deku from his strong hold so he could give Tetsutetsu a high five. 

“Wow, that’s great news. I-I’m happy to hear you finally decided,” Deku replied, still nervously fidgeting with his hair as his blush deepened. 

“Looks like we’ve got quite a lot to celebrate tonight!” Iida chimed in from behind Kirishima. “Our team is here to honor Todoroki! He has officially been named the successor to Endeavor’s Agency and will be taking over as our boss when his father retires in the fall.” 

“What? No way!” 

“Wow, you’re kidding?” 

“That’s amazing!” 

“Endeavor is retiring?” 

“Holy shit! That’s incredible!” 

Everyone was talking at once, all of them shocked and offering their congratulations. Katsuki didn’t even flinch, he stood stoic, quietly staring at Deku while everyone else gushed. 

“I told them it wasn’t a reason to celebrate, there are at least twenty people running that office, my father is merely a figurehead. But Iida insisted,” Todoroki grumbled, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. 

“We might as well get a big table and eat together as a class!” Iida suggested, clapping Todoroki and Bakugou on their shoulders like a proud dad. “We can have a toast to the two top heroes from our class!” 

Deku and Katsuki exchanged concerned looks. This was the first time since they’d started seeing each other that they were thrust into a group setting with all of their friends from school. There’d been no conversations between them about how they would handle their relationship in public, or if they would tell anyone. 

Katsuki jammed his fists deep into his pockets, all his previous confidence gone, replaced now with frustration and anger. Deku didn’t look much better, he was still sporting a crimson blush, nervously chewing his bottom lip while everyone else smiled and cheered. 

“I’ll go talk to the hostess and tell them we’ll need a table for ten!” Iida happily proclaimed, heading into the restaurant before anyone could object. 

“Someone still thinks he’s our class representative,” Jiro quipped with her usual dry humor. 

“Yeah, I’d say it will take a while to break the habit, if he ever does,” Ochaco added matter-of-factly. 

Katsuki felt his body go numb as his friend’s voices blurred into background noise. He stood silent and motionless, finding he couldn’t take his eyes off Deku’s new haircut. He looked so different now, older… stronger… more confident. A pro-hero version of his former self, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind he’d left his childhood far behind him. 

As the group began to file one-by-one into the restaurant, Katsuki hung back so he could follow behind Deku, taking a nice long look at his haircut from behind. It had been clipper cut up the back of his neck revealing a fine smattering of freckles and a tiny mole he’d never seen before. Easing just a bit closer he focused on the baby fine hairs that trailed from the edge of his hairline down his nape, almost invisible to the naked eye. He felt his heart lurch, like someone had unveiled a hidden playground just for him, he desperately wanted to explore every inch of it. 

Who told him he could look this fucking hot, damn it! 

Katsuki struggled to keep his composure, this new version of Deku unhinging his senses. He wanted to kiss the freshly exposed skin of his neck, trace every freckle with his tongue while breathing in the lush forest scent of his new silky, short curls. 

Those fucking curls! 

Closing his eyes, he imagined running his fingers along Deku’s spine, up between his well-defined shoulder blades, right through the bristles of his newly shorn hair. He’d be unable to control himself, roughly scraping Deku’s skull with his nails, causing his breath to hitch as his hand threaded up into the short, satin locks. Feeling it twining between his nimble fingers, he’d grab it in fistfuls, eliciting one of those delicious high-pitched moans Deku always made just for him. 

I’m the only one who gets to hear those fucking whimpers of his, God I could come just thinking about it… 

The desire to grab him, right here and now, was maddening. Katsuki could already feel a patch of wetness forming in his underwear. He honestly didn’t know how he was supposed to eat around all these people without grabbing Deku by the front of his shirt and throwing him down on the table right in front of everyone. 

“Don’t you think so? …Bakugou? …Bakugou? BAKUGOU?” 

“Heh?” Katsuki startled out of his sex driven daydream, not even realizing Tsuyu was speaking to him. 

“You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?” 

“What? I didn’t know you were talkin’ to me! Fuck! I gotta go take a piss!” 

Katsuki sprinted off toward the back of the restaurant, anxiously pulling himself away from the group to splash some cold water on his face. He had to get ahold of himself, and quickly, before it became even more obvious he was mentally drooling over Deku. 

Get me the fuck outta here before I shoot a fucking load thanks to that nerd! 

Thankfully the men’s room was empty. Katsuki was able to cup his hands under the cold running water, gratefully splashing refreshing handfuls against his burning face. 

You’re fucking losing it man, get a grip on yourself. 

Reaching for the paper towels he took several to dab off the excess water. Exhaling slow, deep breaths as he ran his damp fingers through his hair, carefully rearranging the spikes. 

It’s just one dinner; you’ll be out of here in a couple of hours. You can do this! 

Just then the bathroom door popped open, Katsuki jumping straight up like a cat. “Deku?! What the fuck! Why are you in here?”

“You hate it don’t you? You hate my hair,” Deku sniffled, his eyes threatening tears as he shuffled slowly toward Katsuki with his arms extended. 

“I didn’t fuckin’ say that! And you can’t be in here! Everyone’s gonna notice we’re both gone at the same time!” 

“I don’t care what they think, I just needed to talk to you.” 

“This ain’t the place for a chat!” Katsuki objected, bending over to check for feet under the bathroom stalls behind him. 

“Well, I wanted to congratulate you on your job, I’m so happy to see you finally decided.” 

“Happy? Yeah, right!” Katsuki rolled his eyes. 

“I am!” 

“You’re a terrible liar.” 

“Ok, maybe I’m a little disappointed we won’t be working together, but I know you wouldn’t be happy there. This really seems like the perfect fit for you. Kirishima, Jiro and Tsuyu, they’ll be amazing teammates to work with! Plus Suneater is in line to be the #2 hero, behind Hawks, after Endeavor retires!” 

“Yeah, I know all that! That’s why I picked it!”

Deku’s excitement slowly transformed into a softer, more intimate look. He moved closer toward the sink where Katsuki was standing, leaning in close, his voice barely above a whisper. “Sooo… about my hair. I was going to show you at lunch tomorrow; I thought it would be a nice surprise. Everyone at the agency kept teasing me about looking like a kid. So I just wanted to… I don’t know… be more grown up… and also maybe more attractive to you.” 

“You were plenty fucking attractive already!” Katsuki chastised him, feeling the warmth creep back into his face, all benefits of the cold water gone with one look from Deku’s penetrating green eyes. 

“So you really don’t like it after all…” 

“Stop sayin’ shit like that! You’re puttin’ words in my mouth!” 

Deku tucked in his chin, batting his eyes flirtatiously, his lips shaping into a small little pout. 

“Fuckin' hell you’re really fishin’ for compliments, aren’t ya? Fine, I like it! Are you happy now?” 

“Touch it,” Deku asked insistently, reaching for Katsuki’s hand. 

“What!? Why!!??” 

“Just feel the back for a second, it’s so weird. I feel like I’m naked,” Deku murmured seductively, really pouring it on thick. 

“If I touch your damn hair, can we please go back to the mother fucking table?” 

“Mmm hmm,” Deku sweetly answered, so close now his body was pressing the backs of Katsuki’s thighs against the hard edge of the countertop, pinning him helplessly. 

Katsuki raised one arm, wrapping his hand around the back of Deku’s neck. His fingers glided along the soft nape and up into the shorn stubble. It was even softer than he’d imagined, like the petals of a rose, a sensual fire licking his insides. 

“Strange, right?” Deku purred, his hips grinding gently against Katsuki’s which were trapped between him and the sink.

“Hmmm, yeah. Strange, but good,” Katsuki muttered low, stroking the smooth skin tenderly with his rough, calloused fingertips. He quickly brought his other hand to Deku’s waist, pulling him even closer. Deku’s head fell back, melting into Katsuki’s palm, his eyes drifting shut as his lips gently parted. Katsuki didn’t have a prayer of resisting that kissable mouth only inches away, restaurant customers be damned. He eased in nice and slow to claim the plump, juicy lips he’d been starving for all day. 

Their kiss ignited like a match to gasoline, engulfing them in a fast-burning passion which consumed the very air they were trying to breathe. It was frenzied and dangerous, their darting tongues, sucking and biting as they panted and moaned in the tiny, enclosed space. Knowing at any moment someone could open the door, discovering their secret.

Katsuki’s hand moved up into the longer curls at the top of Deku’s head, grabbing them roughly. He tilted him back, exposing the full length of his neck like a vampire preparing to bite. Deku’s open mouth released a breathy, deep sigh as Katsuki’s eager, wet mouth traveled back to the rail of soft little hairs he’d been dying to lick. His tongue lapped at the sweetness of that unhidden treasure, Deku’s body shivering in response. 

“Kacchaaaaan…” Deku cried, grabbing Katsuki by the hips, lifting him up onto the ledge of the sink with ease so he could grind between his legs. Both of them rock hard and rutting with uncontrolled delirium, Deku’s hands found a strip of bare skin allowing him entry into the back of Katsuki’s boxers. 

Terrified, but at the same time invigorated, Katsuki’s heart pounded like a villain was hot on his heels; his adrenaline pumping wildfire through his veins. The deep craving he had for danger was feeding his hunger for thrills, coupled with a lustful desire to bend Deku over the sink and fuck him till he screamed. They were close to losing control. 

We have to stop; this is too dangerous! Stop you fucking idiot before someone sees! 

“Grrrr…ahhh!” Katsuki growled aggressively, forcing himself back down on his feet while at the same time pushing Deku away. “We can't! We’ve gotta get out of here!” 

Deku flashed a sexy smile as he wiped the wetness from the corner of his mouth, his chest and shoulders still heaving for breath. “Sorry Kacchan, I guess this new haircut made me irresistible, huh?” 

“Yeah, makes you look like you need my cock in your ass! Which is exactly what you’re gonna get when we go get our apartment tomorrow!” 

Deku’s eyes blew wide with shock, his lower jaw falling loose from its hinge. He stood silently staring, his whole body quivering in disbelief from the words Katsuki had just said. “D-do you mean it? Do you really want to get the apartment with me?” 

“Didn’t I just fucking say that? Damn it Deku, I’ve told you a thousand times I don’t say shit I don’t mean!” 

Deku’s expression blossomed into a wide, ecstatic grin, tears springing from the crinkles in the corners of his eyes. “Kacchan! You’ve made me so, so happy!” He beamed, reveling in the good news. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know I’m awesome,” Katsuki quipped, his narrow red eyes playful. “Now don’t start crying for fuck’s sake! We gotta hurry and go eat with the nerd patrol out there, before they think I’m in here fucking your brains out!” 

Deku lunged forward, throwing his arms around Katsuki’s neck, squeezing him with all his might.

Katsuki felt his heart do a little flip as he buried his smile into Deku’s shoulder, keeping his own happiness well hidden. 

Just then, someone began to push the bathroom door open. Katsuki startled, quickly launching himself away from Deku and against the door so fast, a gust of wind slammed it back into the unsuspecting bathroom visitor’s face.

"What the hell!?” Todoroki raged from behind the slammed door, blasting it back open so hard, it nearly flew off its hinges. “Who slammed this door in my face?” 

“Oh g-gosh, I’m so sorry Shouto, that was me. I-I guess I don’t know my own strength these days,” Deku profusely apologized, bowing and smiling while he sputtered out his excuses.

With eyes of cold steel, Todoroki glared back and forth between Katsuki at the sink and Izuku by the door, he didn’t believe this story for one second. “Are you two planning to come to the table for dinner? Or just planning to spend the whole night making out in the bathroom?” 

Katsuki’s face blanched with horror as he raised one sparking fist toward Todoroki, it sizzled like a stick of lit dynamite. “Say that again, I fucking dare you!” 

“Kacchan wait!” Deku exclaimed, diving between Katsuki and Todoroki with both palms raised defensively. “Don’t fight, please! Let’s all just go have dinner, OK?” 

Todoroki smirked, folding his arms across his chest defiantly. “Don’t worry Izuku, I have no plans to engage with this hot head. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Katsuki roared, a small explosion detonating in his palm, filling the room with the burnt sugar smell of nitroglycerin. 

“I’m fine, everything is fine, come on Kacchan, let’s go.” Deku reached for Katsuki’s other hand and firmly took hold of it, eager to guide him out of the bathroom. 

Katsuki allowed himself to be led, but as they passed Todoroki still standing in the doorway, he puffed out his chest, giving him a threatening look that said, clearly this fight wasn’t over. 

As the bathroom door shut behind them, Deku looped his arm around Katsuki’s elbow, giving him a loving squeeze. “Don’t be mad, he really means well. He’s just a good friend, so he worries about me.” 

“Why the fuck is he worried?” Katsuki grumbled, still fuming with rage from his temper getting the best of him. 

“Because for the past year, since Shouto came out, he’s been the only person I could talk to about stuff. Like my feelings, m-my feelings about you... and he knows how deep I’m in this.”

Katsuki’s brow furrowed; he hated the thought of Todoroki knowing these intimate details about Deku’s feelings. But more than that, he hated that he didn’t seem to believe he was safe in his company. The lack of trust hitting him like an arrow to the chest. “Well you can tell icy-hot there’s nothing to fuckin’ worry about! I’d cut off my own hands before I’d ever hurt you again!” 

“I know,” Deku calmly reassured him. 

“He needs to leave the past in the fucking past where it belongs!” 

“You know it’s hard for him, after what happened with his brother last year.” 

Katsuki was silent for a moment, a hard lump forming in the middle of his throat. He swallowed against it, fighting back the urge to lash out. Last year he'd been a key player in finally nabbing his villain brother, Dabi. Things had gone very wrong at the end resulting in tons of injuries and damage. Katsuki hated how much this still affected him, even though deep down he knew he'd done his best. “Yeah, and he’ll never let me live it down.” 

“He knows you had no choice but to apprehend Dabi, we would have never brought him in alive without you. It's just that his heart is blind when it comes to family. You'd feel the same way if it was your brother."

"Hmph," Katsuki doubted, feeling he could never allow a family member to run free breaking the law. 

"Just give it time," Deku said soothingly, squeezing his hand.

Katsuki grimaced, wanting to change the subject before it went any further. “Yeah, well, speaking of time, by this time tomorrow night we’ll be alone! In our own place! With no more fucking interruptions!” 

“That sounds perfect Kacchan, that’s all I’ve ever wanted.” Deku snuggled his cheek against Katsuki’s shoulder as they walked together hand in hand, back through the bustling restaurant toward the smiling faces of all their friends. 

Katsuki's mind was running in a million different directions, so much so, he kept holding Izuku's hand, all the way back to the table. 

Chapter Text

Izuku and Katsuki went straight to their new apartment’s rental office first thing the next morning, ready to sign their lease. The office was conveniently located on the top floor of the same building they’d be living in, a brand-new towering high-rise with a prime downtown location. Close to both of the hero offices where’d they be working, plus an easy commute by train back home to visit their families, they couldn’t have asked for more. 

Izuku, barely able to contain his excitement, was playfully goosing Katsuki under the agent’s desk while he took his time reading every page of the lease carefully. 

“What’s this part here about the damages?” Katsuki asked, kicking Izuku’s shin in retaliation. 

“That’s a fairly typical amount I think you’ll find with any apartment of this quality, Mr. Ignition sir,” the leasing agent replied with an overconfident smile. “Basically it just means if you damage the apartment, we will take the repair costs out of your deposit, plus you’d be responsible for anything over that amount.” 

“Yeah, well if shit breaks and it's not our fault we shouldn’t have to pay for it!” 

“Of course sir, we have 24-hour maintenance for any normal repairs, completely free of charge. This clause would only apply to negligent damages incurred due to something like, ohh, let’s say, an accidental quirk discharge.” 

Katsuki furrowed his brow, his eyes narrow and suspicious. “An accidental quirk discharge?” 

“Well I’m sure that wouldn’t apply to professionals such as yourselves, but from time to time we have run into tenants who don’t have full control of their abilities. It’s merely a way to protect ourselves from any significant financial loss.” 

“That seems reasonable, don’t you think so Kacchan?” Izuku piped in, clearly anxious to sign the lease with no questions asked. 

“It really is an honor to have such exemplary young heroes, such as yourself and Mr. Deku here, choosing our residential tower to call home. There are a few other heroes in the building of course, but none as impressive as the two of you,” the agent added, really pouring it on thick. “After your heroic efforts against the League of Villains last year, I’m sure everyone in the building will sleep sounder knowing you both are here.” 

Katsuki snorted while Deku blushed, both finding it quite ironic considering the nature of their very new and intense relationship. Yeah, let’s hope they’ve all got earplugs, Katsuki thought slyly to himself, squinting sideways to see Deku’s reddening face. He was glowing with embarrassment, slouching back in his seat, which Katsuki hoped meant he’d stop trying to rush him. 

Glancing back toward the agent with a scowl, Katsuki huffed his annoyance, continuing to carefully read the contract. He wasn’t about to be distracted by her excessive ass kissing, knowing he would never sign anything without reading exactly what he was getting himself into.  

The questions continued on for about another 20 minutes, until Katsuki finally reached the last page. Izuku had recovered from his momentary shame, poised eagerly at the edge of his chair, pen in hand. 

“Well, if there are no more questions, I’ll just need both your signatures here at the bottom, then initial each of these boxes and you’re all set!” 

Izuku plunged forward, signing immediately, while Katsuki nervously tapped his pen on the desk watching him. 

Fuck, here we go again. Can’t choose a job, can’t sign a lease! What the hell is wrong with me? 

After Izuku initialed the last box, he put down his pen and cautiously slid the contract over toward Katsuki with a gentle, encouraging nod. His green eyes sparkling with anticipation as his soon-to-be new roommate reached to slowly pull the lease in front of him. The room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop, Katsuki sitting motionless, just staring down at the dotted line. 

Why am I like this? Just fucking sign it for fuck's sake! What are you waiting for?! 

Aggravated with himself, Katsuki faked a dry cough, reaching for a tissue from the box on the woman’s desk. He was lightheaded and hotter than usual, his body beginning to break out in a sweat from the stress of the situation. Thankfully his eyes drifted over to Deku’s concerned gaze, their very brief but intense eye-lock emboldening him. Katsuki felt his fears and doubts suddenly dissolve as his partner’s face blossomed into a radiant smile. It couldn’t have been more than a fraction of a second, but his heart filled with such a rush of confident emotions he forgot what had even made him stall in the first place. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter now. He knew deep down there was nowhere else he’d rather be than with the person sitting next to him. 

I don’t know how an asshole like me got so fuckin’ lucky… 

Biting off the cap of the pen aggressively between his teeth, Katsuki signed the lease and initialed all of the boxes. From underneath the desk he felt Deku’s hand reach over to tenderly squeeze his thigh. It was a sweet gesture, Katsuki wished he could reciprocate by pulling Deku into his arms for a celebratory kiss. But that would have to wait till they got home. 

Home... Home with Deku… Katsuki couldn’t believe it was true. It felt like a dream, or some alternate reality, where suddenly he’d been given everything he’d always wanted. Surely there was a catch, some twist of fate that would ruin things. He didn’t want to let himself believe his life could stay like this forever, the insane thought impossible to comprehend.

The leasing agent quickly gathered up the signed papers, officially welcoming Izuku and Katsuki to the building. She placed two shiny, silver keys on the desk, letting them know since the utilities were included in their rent, they could move in as soon as they’d like. 

Taking turns to shake the woman’s hand, Izuku bowed and thanked her profusely while Katsuki just rolled his eyes before heading for the door. “Come on Deku, we got shit to do!” He called after him, more than ready to get out of the stuffy office. 

“Coming Kacchan!” Izuku replied gleefully, thanking the woman one last time before grabbing both keys and skipping off toward the door.

Once they were finally out in the hallway, the office door closing swiftly behind them, Katsuki clamped Deku around his shoulders speaking gruffly into his ear with a hushed voice. “Damn it Deku, stop gushing all over that lady! She just took practically all of our money! It’s not like she did us a favor!” 

“Sorry,” Izuku apologized. “I’m just excited! I can’t believe we actually did it Kacchan! We got an apartment together!” 

“No shit! I know that!” Katsuki clipped, jabbing the elevator button with his fist. He was anxious to get away from the annoying woman, and her equally annoying agency workers. The whole group of them staring at the two while pointing and whispering among themselves. 

“I was worried for a second, I thought maybe you’d changed your mind?” Izuku questioned, apparently completely unfazed by the gawking onlookers. A sight that only further irked Katsuki. 

“Just because I actually wanted to read the fucking lease before we signed it doesn’t mean I changed my mind!” 

Thankfully the doors glided open, allowing the two heroes to step inside the empty elevator, away from the nosy eavesdroppers. 

“No, I mean at the end, when you looked at me. I thought you were having second thoughts or something.” Izuku’s eyes widened in that sympathetic way they always did when he was worried or upset. He reached toward Katsuki’s arm to soothe him. 

Katsuki leaned back, falling against the wall of the elevator, away from Deku. He folded his arms defiantly across his chest, still fuming. “Tch, don’t make shit up in your mind, nerd. If I didn’t want to sign it then I wouldn’t have.” 

Izuku pouted, pulling back his proffered hand, feeling rejected by Katsuki’s standoffishness. “I’m sorry, I know that, I-I’m just not used to seeing that look from you. Like you, like you were… afraid.” 

“What??!!” Katsuki roared with indignance. “I wasn’t fucking afraid! I just had to think for a goddamn second! Not everyone lives life on their fucking impulses like you do, Deku!” 

Izuku’s shoulders slumped, he gritted his teeth to fight back tears, collapsing backward against the opposite wall of the elevator. “You think I’m too impulsive?” He muttered pitifully, stung by the venom in Katsuki’s words. 

“Hello??!! Have you gone braindead or something?!! Of course you are!! You never think before you act!” Katsuki shouted, pointing aggressively with one stern finger.

Deku shrank back from his outrage, feeling the truth behind those words. “I guess, I mean I think…  I-I just know what I want… and I don’t have to second guess myself.” 

Katsuki rolled his eyes at the mere suggestion he would ever second guess himself. “Yeah, well that’s why you’re always getting yourself into danger, dumbass! You oughta stop and think shit through once in a while!” 

Izuku grimaced, swallowing against a lump in his throat. He hated to see his friend upset, and he knew if he pushed him any further with this, the fight would only escalate. Shifting himself away from the wall, Izuku slowly walked toward Katsuki, closing the tense and palpable distance between them. His face painted with a grave expression of concern as he approached slowly and cautiously. “This isn’t about the lease, is it Kacchan? This is about what happened last night at the restaurant. When everyone was talking about the stuff from last fall. You’re still upset about it, aren’t you?” 

Katsuki’s arms fell limp at his sides, his angry scowl turning sharply toward the floor. “Don’t bring that shit up again, not today.” 

Izuku attempted to reach out and comfort him again, his outstretched hand slightly trembling. “If... if Dabi's injuries are still bothering you, w-we can talk about it.”

“I don’t want to fucking talk about it, OK!!” Katsuki lashed out, his voice harsh and wounded. 

Izuku flinched back like a scolded puppy. He knew he’d struck a nerve, mentioning the injuries Dabi had sustained during their fight. He quickly redirected the conversation. “Hey, I’m sorry. This is a really special day for us, and I don’t want to ruin it.” 

“Then don’t.” 

Hoping they could quickly recover from the disagreement, Izuku took hold of Katsuki’s limp hand, threading their fingers together. His face blossoming into a fond look of affection as he dipped down to try and regain eye contact. “Hey, you know what? I’m ridiculously happy right now. And I think… well I hope… that you are too?” 

Katsuki squeezed Deku’s hand tightly, biting back the bitterness creeping toward his tongue. He didn’t want to argue, and he definitely didn’t want to bring up the past, but his anger had already fired him up to the point where his words were spilling out before he could stop them. “Yeah, I’m fucking happy… at least I was five minutes ago!” 

Suddenly the door chimed, signaling they’d arrived at the lobby level. Izuku perked up, pulling their clasped hands up to his chest. “I know! Let’s go up to the apartment right now!” He suggested cheerfully, blocking Katsuki’s path to exit. 

“Now? Don’t you wanna go home first and at least get some stuff to bring over?” 

“No, not really. Right now I just want to be alone with you.” 

Katsuki felt a warmth spread through his chest. Being alone with Deku was literally the only thing he wanted, especially after their less than enjoyable dinner last night. Which had ended with him watching Deku walk away with Todoroki, a sight he hoped he’d never see again for the rest of his life. “Yeah, OK, let’s go.” 

Izuku beamed with enthusiasm as he reached to press the button for floor 12. “Yay! I can’t wait to see it!” 

“We’ve seen it before dummy; we were just there last weekend!” 

“I know, but it’s different now. Because it’s ours.” 

Katsuki couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth from lifting slightly, his smile cracking through the tough guy exterior he’d been trying so hard to hold onto. “God, I can’t believe I’m living with such a nerd,” he teased sarcastically, pulling Deku’s hand around behind his back so they stood closer together. 

“And I can’t believe I’m living with such a bully.” 

“Whatever, you love it,” Katsuki murmured low, his red eyes smoldering as he gazed down into the radiance of Deku’s inviting expression. That jolt of intense attraction, when emerald met crimson, always pulled them back to each other when they disagreed or argued. Like magnets reconnecting after being forced too far apart, only truly happy when they were rejoined side-by-side. 

Izuku blinked slowly as his face warmed to a rosy glow. His chin tilting upward, just a breath away from Katsuki’s lips. “Yes, yes I do.” 

Digging through the contents of his backpack, Izuku fumbled for one of the new apartment keys. 

“Why the hell did you throw them down in that mess?” Katsuki grumbled, watching Deku sift through all his junk, wishing he’d kept his key in his own pocket instead. 

“Here’s one!” Izuku proudly proclaimed, pulling one shiny key and fitting it into the lock. He turned the key, twisting the knob till it clicked. 

“Wait,” Katsuki stopped him, pulling Deku’s hand off the doorknob abruptly, leaving the door ajar. “We gotta do this the right way.” 

“Wha-?” Izuku began to question, but before he could even get the first word out of his mouth, Katsuki swept one arm behind his knees and whooshed him off his feet, hoisting him up high against his chest. 

“Kacchan! What are you doing?!” Izuku squealed in surprise, clutching the strap of his backpack to save it from spilling all over the floor. 

Katsuki wildly kicked the apartment door open, flinging it back on its hinges with a loud crack!! “Carrying you over the threshold, stupid! What else?” 

Izuku erupted in a fit of giggles as Katsuki rotated his body to fit them both through the doorway, practically tripping over his own feet in the process. “Home sweet home!” Katsuki called out into the partially furnished living room, his booming voice echoing off the bare walls. “If this apartment’s rockin’ nobody better come fuckin’ knockin’!” 

“Shhhh!! Everyone on our floor will hear you!” Izuku shrieked, his arms wrapped tightly around Katsuki’s neck as he spun him around in dizzying circles. 

“Well they better fucking get used to it! I’m paying an arm and a leg for this dump, so I plan to be as loud as I want!” 

Izuku laughed, squeezing his eyes shut tight, his freckled cheeks gleaming with sheer joy from being cradled so tightly in Katsuki’s arms. “Just don’t get us evicted Kacchan! Otherwise we’ll be left with the apartment that smelled like cats!” 

Kicking the apartment door closed with the back of his heel, Katsuki felt he was truly free for the first time in his entire life. No parents, no classmates, no teachers, no strangers, just him and Deku. The two of them finally alone at last. 

“No more fucking interruptions,” Katsuki growled wickedly as he sat Deku down on both feet before pulling him into a desperate embrace. “We’re gonna christen every damn room of this place, and I don’t care who hears us!” 

The apartment was dark, except for some overcast daylight bleeding through the curtains of their new living room. Katsuki hungrily sought Deku’s lips for a long overdue kiss, pulling his face close, burying his tongue deep inside his warmth. The sounds of their quickened breaths and low moans reverberated against the empty walls of the apartment, their body heat slowly beginning to rise. 

Katsuki’s hands twined into Deku’s hair as they hurriedly kicked off their shoes, keeping their lips connected. Even though they’d kissed many times before, the assured privacy of having their own place allowed him to finally not hold back. He imagined himself like a wild horse being released into an endless pasture of green grass, as far as the eye could see. Letting go of his carefully guarded emotions, he allowed himself to run toward the horizon, a freedom he’d never felt before, not even in his fantasies.

When kissing wasn’t enough anymore, they began frantically undressing each other, unbuttoning, unzipping, and pulling off all of their clothes, lifting their shirts up over their heads. 

“I’m gonna fuckin’ eat you up,” Katsuki groaned lustfully as he ripped his shirt the rest of the way off, flinging it to the ground.

Left in nothing but their boxers, Katsuki lunged back into his lover’s arms, pressing their naked chests together before sinking back into Deku’s kiss-swollen lips; the passion once more overtaking him. 

Their bodies were a blur of motion, clothes and shoes tossed across the room in all directions, their hands grabbing and clinging to every inch of skin they could reach.

“Mmmm, that’s more like it,” Katsuki whispered, his hands spreading wide across Deku’s bare back, nails digging into the flexing strength of his sweat sheened muscles. Unable to control his sparking fingertips, he marked Deku’s skin with deep angry lines as he traveled the planes and ridges of his spine and shoulders.

Deku arched his back in response to the searing burn, sucking in a sharp breath as Katsuki’s head fell forward against his glistening neck. “You like that don’t you? You like the way it burns.”

“Yeahhh…” Izuku whined softly. “So hot…” 

Katsuki’s tongue licked long wet stripes up the length of Deku’s neck, nipping and biting along the moistened flesh, tasting the saltiness of his skin, breathing in his intoxicating scent. His sharp teeth grazed against the dips of each collarbone as he traveled along the smooth line up to his jaw; Deku panting recklessly in his arms.

“Kacchan, I need you, please. I want you… I-I’m ready.” 

Katsuki reached down and grabbed Deku by the backs of his thighs. “You’re all mine now,” he uttered possessively, pulling him off the ground, eliciting a soft moan of delight. 

“Yes Kacchan, I’m yours forever,” Izuku sighed in submission, wrapping his legs tightly around Katsuki’s hips, locking his ankles behind his back. 

Katsuki’s mind swirled like a fever, ravenous and untamed like an animal in heat. His leaking erection was trapped painfully between their sticky abs, pulsating with need. All he could think about was burying his cock deep into Deku’s ass; he wanted it, he needed it… and he just couldn’t wait any longer. 

“Take me in there,” Izuku motioned toward the nearest closed door. “To the bedroom, but wait, my backpack… behind you, grab it.” 

Katsuki carefully tipped Deku’s body back so he could grab the backpack, his powerful leg muscles capable of supporting their shared weight with ease. Hooking the strap with one finger, he took off to the dark room, Deku clinging to him while kissing a trail along his shoulder. His lean, muscular form locked against Katsuki’s chest like a missing puzzle piece. “Don’t let go of me Deku.” 

“Never,” Deku responded breathlessly against his skin.

Sinking down on the bed with Deku still in his arms, Katsuki fell to his knees on the pillowy, bare mattress. Carefully sitting back against his heels, with Deku straddling his lap, Katsuki reached up to delicately cup his flushed face in both hands, reconnecting their hungry kisses once again. 

Deku’s surging mouth dominated Katsuki from above, causing his neck to fall back from the sheer force of his urgent kiss. His eyes closed as he whimpered helplessly, grinding steadily in Katsuki’s lap. The rhythm increased speed as his sighs of pleasure filled the tiny room. “Kacchan... my Kacchan…” he repeated like a prayer. 

Katsuki wrapped his thick, strong arms around Deku’s torso, pulling him closer, their hot, sweaty bodies sealing together as one. His throbbing erection nestled between Deku’s spread cheeks, desperate to seek the tightness that lay inside that warm split. He thrust upward against the heat, feeling the rapture of Deku riding him, as his mind spiraled into oblivion. 

“Backpack,” Izuku mumbled against Katsuki’s moist lips, reaching behind himself for the strap of the bag, managing to pull it toward them. He quickly dove inside for the small bottle of lube he’d brought, then pushed the bag back off the bed. “Just like you did last time Kacchan, remember? Use your fingers first, get me all nice and ready for you, okay?”

Katsuki eagerly obeyed. He took the small bottle from Deku’s hand and squeezed the contents liberally, coating his fingers just enough without spilling too much this time. He could feel his own heartbeat fluttering in his chest, the anticipation building into a frenzy. 

Izuku slid backwards off Katsuki’s lap, spreading himself across the bed like a starfish. “Two first and then three, OK? You won’t hurt me, I promise.” 

Bending his knees, Deku rested each heel on the tops of Katsuki’s shoulders, the blonde nodding in wordless agreement. Gently shifting forward, his slick hand traveled down the smooth, silky softness of Deku’s inner thigh. Soon he felt the strong heat from that impossibly tiny hole, it was ready and waiting for him.

Katsuki gradually pressed two wet fingers through the puckered ring, the lube easing them along until he was two knuckles deep. “Mmm, you're being so good for me, aren't you Izuku? Give me that sweet little ass.” 

Hearing the sound of his own name coming from his lover’s lips, Izuku’s head tilted back sharply, letting out a low, gravelly cry from the pit of his stomach.

Katsuki patiently worked him open, scissoring his fingers against the hot walls of his insides. “Fuck, you’re so tight, I can’t put in another one, there’s no fucking way.” 

“Please, you can… I know you can…” Deku groaned, squeezing then releasing through trembling exhales, fighting to take it all in. 

Katsuki tried but there was too much pressure, plus he was scared to death of hurting him. Leaning forward he saw tears leaking from the corners of Deku’s eyes, the wet trails glistening down his face, pooling near the tips of his ears. He was a beautiful mess, sweaty and crying, his hips bucking up greedily against his hand. It made Katsuki’s heart lurch with an unfamiliar feeling to see Deku laid out before him like this. So vulnerable and fragile, just sobbing and gasping while he swallowed his fingers.   

“Mmmore,” Izuku pleaded, grinding against him. “I practiced all week, I know I can take it, I-I swear. Please Kacchan.” 

Katsuki looked down in awe. He practiced for a week? Damn, he really wants me to do it this time… it’s actually going to happen for real.

“Ok, fuck, OK,” Katsuki agreed, exhaling deep before slowly spreading his fingers further apart, stretching him wider. 

Izuku recoiled and hissed a sharp intake of breath through his teeth, his hands clutching Katsuki’s knees, squeezing them tight.

Gingerly reaching forward with his free hand, Katsuki laid one callous, open palm on Deku’s abdomen to calm him. Feathering light kisses over the satiny skin of his hips, he worshipped his agile body while his buried fingers lovingly stroked.

“Breathe, shhhh, you’re OK,” Katsuki reassured him as he carefully eased a third finger alongside the first two, bravely pushing past the resistance. Izuku cried out as Katsuki lunged forward, hovering over Deku’s face to watch his reaction intently. He saw the whites of his eyes flash at the edge of his partially closed lids, his back arching sharply off the bed. He was a vision of pure ecstasy, Katsuki could barely comprehend, his body writhing and shuttering under him, yet still begging for more. He pressed in deeper still, anxious to please his partner, wanting to illicit every lewd sound he could make. 

“Kac-chaaaan,” Izuku whimpered, fat tears streaming into his ears as his mouth fell open in rapture. 

“Does that feel good?” 

“Yeahhh… so good.” 

“Fuck, you look beautiful babe. You’re so perfect like this.” 

Katsuki dipped down to lick Deku’s wet, open mouth. His tongue swallowing his lover’s exhaled moans of bliss as he curved his fingers deeper. He wanted to find that sweet spot he knew would send Deku over the edge. “I wanna make you feel so good babe, keep making those noises for me.” 

There was no question when Katsuki reached his g-spot, Izuku shuddered and mewled an incoherent string of high-pitched sounds, his legs falling wide apart.

"Kacchan, you’re amazing!” Deku praised him, his hips thrusting upward to chase the pleasure. “I want your cock inside me, please, just fuck me now! I can’t wait any longer.” 

Katsuki startled, his heart beating out of his chest, he fumbled for the small bottle once again, this time squeezing it backwards into his dry palm. “Tell me if you want me to stop, Ok? Promise me you will.” 

“I-I promise.” 

Katsuki glided his lubed hand around his own arousal, it was heavy and dripping, nearly ready to come just from hearing Deku’s glorious sounds. He covered it generously, terrified the size was going to rip his boyfriend apart.

As he slowly began to withdraw his fingers, Katsuki could feel Deku tightening around them like a vice grip, the strength holding his hand in place. “Breathe deep then exhale, Ok? I think that’ll help.” 

Izuku exhaled deep and Katsuki pulled out quickly, aligning his cock to the now vacant hole, his hands shaking with nerves. As he pressed the head through the impossibly taut ring, Deku angled his hips up toward him, urging him inside.

“That’s it, right there Kacchan,” he sighed with encouragement. 

Katsuki could instantly feel the heat and immense pressure, but he pushed on through until the tightness swallowed him up completely. Izuku sucked in a sharp gasp, his hands shifting to painfully clamp down on Katsuki’s wrists, cutting half-moon circles into his skin with his nails. 

Oh fuck, it’s in. Holy shit! Terrified to move, Katsuki watched as Deku’s breath became more ragged, his tears continuing to flow. He wasn’t stopping him, but he looked completely wrecked. His face a mask of pleasure and pain like he was walking a thin line between ecstasy and agony. 

“You ok?” Katsuki asked nervously again, afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop himself once he started thrusting. Deku tearfully nodded yes, biting down so hard on his bottom lip, the pierced skin gleamed white through the darkness. 

Not sure what to do, Katsuki began with a slow, steady rhythm, gentle and tender. Each tiny thrust into Deku’s ass, the most sublime feeling he’d ever experienced in his life. Hypnotized by the motion, he closed his eyes, losing himself to the raw primal power. Bursts of golden light danced behind his closed eyelids as the euphoric sensation numbed his whole body, transporting him to another dimension. It was truly paradise found, the whole world bleeding out of existence, except for Deku underneath him.

“Open your eyes, Izuku. Look at me,” Katsuki instructed, Deku’s tear-filled eyes fluttering open to gaze up at him enraptured.

Blown away by the immeasurable beauty of those two forest green eyes staring back at him, Katsuki held their intense eye contact as he pressed in for a deep, penetrative thrust. He was losing himself in this moment, his orgasm cresting overhead like a giant ocean wave threatening to sweep him out to sea. “You feel like heaven, y’know that? Like so fucking good, I’m gonna cum so quick."

“Don’t stop Kac-chan… come inside me.” 

Quickly unraveling, Katsuki wrapped one hand around Deku’s neglected cock, pumping him in the same rhythm as his thrusts. “Yeah, I’m gonna fuckin’ fill you up,” he chanted slowly, his body humming with delirious satisfaction. “We’re gonna cum together.”

Rapidly increasing speed, Katsuki jerked Deku’s cock while driving his thrusts deeper, the wet slaps filling the tiny room, along with the burnt sugar smell of his scorching palms. He couldn’t stop himself now, he’d already surrendered to the feeling of Deku tightening around him. He could only chase his climax, pounding through the stifled cries of his lover, whose spurting release was already soaking their heaving chests.

"Oh ffffuck, I'm coming too." Katsuki cried out, hitting his peak. His body going rigid as he pressed his full weight against the backs of Deku’s flexible thighs, bending him in half. Loud moans ripped from his chest as he spasmed and quaked, the sheer force of his orgasm causing him to crumple into a heap on top of Deku’s lifeless body. 

Both of them drenched with sweat and cum, panting for breath, they laid there together gulping in mouthfuls of hot, sugarcoated air. Their bodies sticky and wet, the tremors of their strong aftershocks vibrating across the bed. Katsuki didn’t know if he was alive or dead, but he felt quite certain he’d probably destroyed Deku’s ass beyond recognition. 

“Hey, you alive,” Katsuki muttered, flinging one of Deku’s listless arms in the air, too spent to raise his head and look at him. 

“Mmm hmm,” Izuku answered, his voice weak and airy. 

“Y’sure?” 

“Yeah… I mean, I may not be able to walk for a day… or ten, but I'm alive."

“Don’t fuckin’ make jokes right now when I’m asking you a serious question!” Katsuki snapped, lifting his head off Deku’s shoulder to glare at him, his brain still swimming with sexual intoxication. 

“Sorry Kacchan, I’m OK, don’t worry,” Izuku replied sweetly, turning his face to gently kiss Katsuki’s cheek. “It’s not that bad. It’s not like I went head-to-head with Shigaraki again.” 

“Also not funny! You better swear you’re alright, cuz if you aren’t, I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you!” 

Izuku smiled sappily and giggled, bending one rubbery elbow up just far enough to stroke the damp spikes on top of Katsuki’s head. “I’m fine, I’m fine, I swear. But I think your mattress is probably going to need a good scrubbing.” 

“Oh no, no way! This is definitely your room! I’m takin’ the clean one!” Katsuki insisted emphatically. He sure wouldn't be sleeping every night on this disaster zone; no amount of scrubbing could ever possibly clean it. 

“Maybe we should just sleep in the other room and save this bed for sex? Which, by the way, can’t believe we actually did it? We officially aren’t virgins anymore!” 

Katsuki huffed and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, and I’m sure everyone in the whole damn building knows too, considering you practically blew the roof off this place.” 

“You were just as bad!” Izuku huffed. 

“No way, I was totally cool. You were like Plus Ultra on steroids!” 

Izuku collapsed back with uncontrollable giggles. Katsuki couldn’t help but laugh along too. Their entire postcoital conversation was so beyond ridiculous, but how could their first time have possibly gone any other way. 

“C’mere nerd,” Katsuki grunted, wrapping his arms around Deku, pulling him close. “You know I just freak out because I don’t ever want to hurt you.” 

“I know,” Izuku sighed, melting into his embrace, “and you didn’t, I promise.” Nestling his blushing, freckled face into the crook of Katsuki’s arm, he could feel the warmth and tenderness radiating off of him. “It was really perfect Kacchan, just like I always dreamed it would be.” 

Katsuki’s heart swelled with pride. He dipped down to seek out Deku’s lips, kissing him gently, with as much feeling and emotion as he could muster. “Yeah, it was perfect for me too.” 

Lying there in each other’s arms, their faces only inches apart, Katsuki slowly felt his soul slipping into the deep jade pools of Deku’s hypnotic gaze. His emerald eyes full of so much love and acceptance, he knew without a doubt he’d never known real happiness until this moment. 

Then suddenly, without warning, Izuku popped up on one elbow, his face scrunched in that inquisitive way like it always did when he had an idea. "Next time we should try me on top! Or maybe you from behind? Or up against the wall? Hmmm, or in the shower would be nice... what do you think Kacchan?"

"Fuckin' hell Deku! Why don't you write it all down in one of your famous notebooks, hah? Start a ten-volume set on how many different ways we can fuck!"

"That's a good idea, I'll do some research and come up with all the options, I'll make a copy for you too of course."

Katsuki rolled his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief. "You are literally the biggest nerd in the history of nerds, y'know that? I don't know what I'm gonna do with you."

"You just gotta love me," Izuku said with a sly grin before burying his face back into Katsuki's warm chest. “Just like I love you.”

"Yeah, I guess I do," Katsuki quietly admitted, cradling Deku's soft head of curls in his arms, breathing in the heavenly aroma. "I do... really love you."

Snuggling close together on the tiny apartment bed, their aching legs lazily intertwined, the two young lovers held one another tenderly.

Katsuki felt the heaviness of sleep pulling at his eyelids. His exhausted body sinking deeper into the mattress, no strength left to move, not even an inch. He lay there contently, feeling Izuku's steady sleepy exhales dancing across his chest, lulling him off to sleep. He let his body relax, his mind slowly drifting away. The comforting feeling of being utterly at peace in this blissful moment, like nothing Katsuki had ever felt before, wrapped around him like a thick warm blanket. Even in his wildest dreams he'd not dared to imagine fate would give him a perfect love like this, and he knew without a doubt he’d spend the rest of his life protecting it.