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A Matcha Made In Heaven

Chapter 1

Katsuki Bakugou had never considered himself a “Disaster Gay.” All that squealing and freaking out over guys just wasn’t his style, and yeah, he’d see the occasional guy who’d get his motor running. Someone he could have brief fantasies of slamming against a wall as he pounded their ass, or someone who would bend him over any available surface and rail him, making him goddamn happy he was a switch. But he’d never had more than passing observations and a few casual flings. Any thought of serious relationships just wasn’t on his radar. No matter what his idiot friends said, pushed, or pressured on him.

“GUYS! GUYS! I HAVE AN EMERGENCY!”

If anyone was a “Disaster” anything, it was Denki Kaminari. As per usual, he bolted into the coffeeshop late to his shift, screaming his head off over the latest realization he’d had. For a guy who didn’t take a lot of things seriously, he sure had a lot of epiphanies. Katsuki had to bite back a grin in favor of the surly demeanor he was more famous for.

“What the fuck are you on about now, Dunce Face? And I told you to get your ass here on time!” he growled as the blond was out of the back in a flash struggling into his apron.

“Chill man! Just calm down and tell us what happened.”

Katsuki could almost hear the muttered “this time” from his best friend, Eijirou Kirishima, and a sly grin managed to sneak through. He’d known this group of friends since high school and now they were all in college together, three of them deciding to work part time at the campus coffeeshop, The Mean Bean.

Everyone said the shop’s name became even more appropriate once Katsuki started working there, but he didn’t mind. He’d built his “fuck off” rep since he was a dumb kid in elementary school, and despite that, he’d still managed to make friends. They’d been the ones to pry open his guarded heart and finally allow him to show his vulnerable sides along with the aggressive ones, and they accepted him anyways.

He’d come a long way from that kid who was a little shit to anyone he deemed useless in comparison, and he was actually damn proud of that. He was also proud as fuck once he could finally admit to himself that he was gay, something he’d stifled up in his youth and openly antagonized others over, something he could also thank his group of friends for opening his damn eyes. He was truly grateful for them, but he’d never say it. Too mushy. Not like he needed to anyways since they all knew him better than he even did himself, sometimes.

Denki took a few calming breaths to right himself and then looked at the others with a deadly serious expression. “Guys…I think I might be bi.” He admitted, his voice barely a whisper.

“Oh, for fucks sake! You always say that shit, but we all know you’re straight.” Katsuki groaned, tired of the same old Denki drama. Was it normal for the only straight person in a group of not-straight people to constantly try to find ways for them to fit in with the others? Probably not. But Denki had these bi-curious crises way too often, and frankly it was getting annoying. “You know it’s fine if you’re straight, right? You don’t have to constantly justify your existence in this group by trying to find ways to be gay.” Katsuki muttered, and then went to take an order on the register.

“Now now, Kat. There’s always a chance he could’ve actually figured out his sexuality, and you shouldn’t dismiss his feelings. Besides, it’s all fluid anyways.” Eijirou chastised lightly then turned to the flustered blond. “Ok, man, what gave you the feeling that you might be bi?”

That launched Denki into his daily tirade. “Ok, so…You know how I’ve been hitting up the music store lately cuz I started taking guitar lessons? So, I was in there earlier to pick up a new set of strings cuz mine snapped, and there was this girl working there, dude. I hadn’t seen her before, only the guy who owns the place. But dayam…She was hot, but like, totally not my usual type, ya know? Usually, I go for the more girly, big-boobed ones, right? But she was like, so cool with her short purple emo hair and like this grungy style. But still! Flat as a board and kinda butch, right? I shouldn’t have looked twice, right? But like, we got to talking a bit while she helped me, and she had like this swagger and confidence and I was like, ‘Damn…I could totally see her pegging me and I would like it!’ Me! I wanted her to peg me! That’s pretty gay, right? That means I’m bi, right? I don’t know man, I’ve never thought about that before, like ever, but like…yeah…”

Katsuki had to suffer through this whole extremely personal story told at max volume in front of the rightfully confused and appalled customer, his patience to make it through the sale only hanging by a thread. The customer hurriedly rushed out as soon as Eijirou finished making their drink and Denki wrapped up his story. Katsuki turned to him slowly. “You done?” Denki nodded, and Katsuki made meaningful eye contact with Eijirou. “Do you wanna tell him, Ei, or should I?”

Eijirou sighed with a tired but amused grin, “It’s my turn, I think.” The bell jingled letting them know another unsuspecting victim to their conversation had walked in. “I’ll take him in the back if you’re good to run things out here for a bit.”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

So, while Eijirou walked a confused Denki to the back to explain that just because you’re interested or find pleasure in butt stuff, it doesn’t mean you’re gay, (and in fact, it should be more normalized for guys to experiment with it due to the fact that the prostate is a highly erogenous zone, among other stuff that they really should explain in Sex Ed class), Katsuki turned to take the next customer’s order.

And immediately swallowed his tongue.

The guy was fucking gorgeous. His dark green hair was cut into a stylish undercut, the top floofing out in a mass of soft-looking curls that just begged to have fingers run through them. Ruby studs glinted in his ears that contrasted with his enormous forest green eyes. He had a smattering of sexy freckles all over his nose and cheekbones, and more peeking out playfully on any area of exposed skin. And there was a lot of exposed skin. He had on an old All Might sweatshirt that was cut into a crop top, but still baggy enough to have the sleeves dangle down cutely past his knuckles. The guy may not have as well-defined abs as Katsuki, but his midriff was glorious. Slender and toned with just a slight dusting of hair from his navel down, down…down to those. Fucking. Jean. Shorts! Damn, the shorts barely brushed his mid-thigh, the pockets were longer than the actual material, and they were tight as fuck. He was all lean muscle, almost slim everywhere but his legs and ass. Those he definitely worked on in the gym. How else would they get so luscious? So delectable. So…

“Um, excuse me?”

Fuck, even his voice was sexy! Melodic and kinda timid, just raspy and low enough that you could tell he was a guy, but damn, what Katsuki wouldn’t give to hear that voice crack in cries of ecstasy as he pounded into all of that glorious ass. Oh, but he could also hear that voice dipping lower, becoming more sensual as he whispered all the dirty things he’d want them to do together.

Shit! He just said something! “Ah- Um, yeah? What did you want?” What the fuck was THAT pathetic voice?

Mortified that his voice just cracked like a teenager in front of this absolute angel, Katsuki could feel his face heating up. But the angel just blinked and then smiled. Oh, and Katsuki was lost all over again to that smile. Jesus fucking Christ, it was like staring into the sun with the way it melted his insides. He murmured something else in that sweet voice, but it took the smile slowly fading and a look of confusion sliding across the guy’s freckled face to bring Katsuki back.

“Shit, sorry, what was that?” he blurted out, his face completely on fire now. He could only imagine how red his face was. Fuck, he never acted like this! He was Katsuki Fucking Bakugou!

“I-um…I asked if I could order the Matcha Iced Tea Latte? With whipped cream, please?” the guy said in a quiet uncertain tone, almost like he was asking permission.

Fuck, you could ask me to do anything, and I’d be your slave... “Ah, yeah. Sure. Anything to eat?” This is good. I can do this. Just like any other sale.

“Hmm…What would you recommend?”

This ass. “The Cinnamon Orange Explosion muffins. Those are my favorite. Might not pair well with your Matcha, though.”

There was the smile again, finally. “That’s fine. I’m sure it’ll be great if you like it.”

What does that mean? Is he flirting with me? Was it just cuz I recommended it? Ah, fuck! Why am I so weird about this?! “Alright. Name for the order?” And preferably your number…Shit, should I just ask him–

“Oh. It’s Izuku.”

Fuck.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

It was that Izuku. Izuku fucking Midoriya. The Izuku he’d not-so-affectionately dubbed “Deku” in the past when they’d grown up together as kids, in an attempt to say to the others how “useless” he thought the boy was. The Izuku he used to bully the fuck out of all through elementary and middle school. The Izuku he’d outed as gay to their entire class after the nerd confessed to him. The Izuku he’d once told to kill himself so he could be born straight in his next life. The Izuku who had used to be his childhood friend. The Izuku he’d had a repressed gay crush on since they’d been kids. That Izuku.

He thanked whatever powers that be that the recognition only appeared to be one-sided. Not that he’d changed all that much since middle school except got ripped and cut his spiky ash blond hair a bit shorter. Oh, and the gauges and tongue piercing, not to mention the tattoo on his shoulder that wasn’t even visible through his plain black t-shirt. Was it the black eyeliner that threw him off maybe? He was also grateful that their nametags only had their first names and pronouns, because he’d have been caught for sure if it showed his last name. There weren’t too many people with the surname Bakugou, especially around this area. But still, he had recognized Izuku from his first name even if he usually only ever referred to him as “Deku” in the past, and he’d had a massive glow-up. Izuku wasn’t that clueless, right?

Katsuki cleared his throat and averted his eyes. “Um, ok. Coming right up…Izuku.” The name felt wrong coming from him. Too familiar even though he’d known the guy through their whole adolescence. He didn’t deserve to be ogling the guy he used to bully. And for being gay and confessing to him, of all things! What the hell had that nerd even seen in him back then, anyways? He’d never been able to figure it out. He’d treated the guy like shit, called him useless, a nerd, a fag…and still, the kid had plucked up enough courage to give him a proper confession.

His mind drifted back to that day as he made the order for the very same person he’d tried his best to bury in his memories.

He’d been surprised and honestly kinda pleased to find the note in his locker asking him to meet behind the library after school. It was a popular confession spot, and while Katsuki had been unanimously popular among his classmates, he’d never gotten an actual love confession before. His stomach tightened when he thought of the girl who would ask him. At this point, he was still deep in denial about his sexuality, but he was conscious enough of it to know the familiar cringe he got when he thought of being with girls that way.

He wondered if he should just bite the bullet and go out with her, take the obligatory first notch in the bedpost, the first steps into adulthood. He’d be the first one in his friend group to have a relationship, let alone sex. Serious bragging rights and all that. But as he considered, the more his stomach tightened, and he began to feel a bit nauseous. No…probably better to shoot her down. That would be on-brand with his trademark lone wolf, unattainable badass aura he’d crafted over the years.

So, when he turned the corner and saw Deku of all people standing there, his mind went through quite the range of emotions. He decided to let anger be the prevailing one that day. “What the fuck are you doing here, Shitty Deku?!” he’d growled, causing the smaller boy to flinch and blush, his gaze dropping immediately to his big dorky red shoes.

“H-hi, Kacchan. Um…I s-suppose you’re probably wondering what I’m…what I’m doing here, huh?” he said meekly, peeking up at him from under his lashes.

Katsuki hated the feeling that bubbled up inside him at seeing the nerd looking that way (he’d be damned if he said cute!) So he narrowed his eyes and growled, “You have ten seconds to explain before I kick your ass. Ten…nine…”

Izuku perked up nervously, blushing even more and setting Katsuki’s teeth on edge. “S-sorry, Kacchan! I know I’m not what you, um, what you would’ve expected from…that. But you see, I’ve been wanting to tell you for awhile now…Actually, it feels like forever, really…And, of course I wanted to do it properly and everything, because you deserve that, and–”

“You have six more seconds, nerd. Five…four…three…”

“I-I like you, Kacchan!”

Katsuki blinked, his fist he’d raised menacingly in the air dropping slowly to his side. Izuku, who was braced for the incoming hit, his arm raised up protectively over his head, peeked through to look at Katsuki. First came a wave of confusion. Deku was…gay? How did he not know that? And Deku liked him? Why? What in the world would make Deku like him when he’d only ever called him names and beat him up? Then came the slow spark of happiness that started to burn through him. The sense of relief. And that made him even more confused, and then angry, and then terrified. So, as usual, when confronted with a range of complicated emotions, Katsuki chose the one he understood the best.

“What the fuck? Gross! You fucking like me? You’re a little fag on top of being a useless nerd? Could you get any more pathetic, Deku? What the fuck gave you the idea that you could pull this shit with me?” he shouted, closing in on Izuku who tightened the barrier of arms over his head again.

“B-but…Kacchan is too, right?” he asked in a timid voice, the question hanging in the air.

Something inside Katsuki snapped then. A piece clicked into place. A piece that absolutely disgusted and terrified him. Katsuki shoved Izuku to the ground, bashing his head against the dirt. He yanked Izuku up by his collar and pulled him close enough to whisper with a feral growl, “Don’t you dare say that kind of shit again…you hear me? You say anything like that again, and there won’t be enough of your shitty faggot body for your mommy to find in the morning. I will fucking kill you. Understand?”

All Izuku could do was nod as fresh tears began streaking down his face. He looked absolutely devastated. Good, Katsuki had thought at first, satisfied he’d made his point, but as he looked at Izuku in his withering state, he realized how close they were. He could see every tear glittering on those long lashes, the tiniest flecks of brown in those round verdant eyes. His moist lips quivered dragging his gaze down to them, and he felt heat sizzle through him, a quiet thrill. What snapped him back was hearing the sounds of footsteps behind them, and he’d bolted up kicking at Izuku harshly as his friends turned the corner.

“Hey dude, how’d the confession go…What’s he doing here?” one of the guys asked, and all eyes were on Katsuki.

Katsuki didn’t even think and just blurted out, “The little shit was the one who called me out. Apparently, he’s a little queer and thought he’d try to be my fucking girlfriend. Fucking gross loser.” He heard the shocked gasp from Izuku and his chest tightened a bit, but he swallowed it down when he saw the utter horror and disgust on his friends’ faces. Yeah, that was a normal reaction…not whatever the fuck had happened to him. Couldn’t let the other guys suspect anything different. So, he’d made Izuku the scapegoat. And now here he was, seven years later, absolutely fucking regretting it to the core of his being. ‘Be careful who you call ugly in middle school’, wasn’t it? That phrase could fucking bite him.

He finished the tea with more tender care than he’d ever given a drink since he started working at the coffeeshop, and put the muffin in a to-go bag. He locked eyes with Izuku across the room where he’d gone to wait for his order, who looked none the wiser while Katsuki had just had his entire life come crashing down inside of him. He smiled that angel smile, and the heat felt chilled now inside him with the bitterness of guilt and shame. He watched him walk up to the pickup counter and carried out the transaction as normal.

“Order for Izuku.” He had to try so fucking hard not to let any emotion leak through as he said his name again. When Izuku took the cup and bag from him, their fingers brushed briefly, and it was like the fires from every Hell in every religion were burning him at once for all his past sins. When he unconsciously snapped his hand back, he didn’t miss the slight shocked and pained look that flashed across verdant eyes, and it was then he knew. Izuku had known who he was all along. The whole time. He felt like an utter fool. Who would ever forget the face of someone who’d made their life utter hell?

Katsuki was about to turn away, when Izuku kept eye contact with Katsuki and then lowered his head to wrap his lips lightly around the straw and sucked. The small hum of pleasure went straight to Katsuki’s groin as Izuku’s eyes seemed to burn him with a shocking amount of lust. He pulled back and licked his lips slowly as a slow satisfied smile spread across his face. “Mmm~ Exactly the way I like it.”

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

“Thank you,” Izuku’s gaze flicked down to Katsuki’s nametag quickly and purposefully, pinning those bedroom eyes with a hint of fire behind them to his, “Katsuki.”

The name slid from his lips so easily, but it felt so hollow to Katsuki’s ears. Ah, right. He wouldn’t be “Kacchan” anymore. Never again. And Izuku wanted to make sure he knew it. With that, he sent Katsuki one more sexy smile, and then turned and walked out of the shop. If Katsuki thought he couldn’t torture him any further, he was wrong as he stared at the most perfect ass on any guy he’d ever seen. The truest example of forbidden fruit. He was so fucked. Forget “Disaster Gay”, Katsuki had just been dubbed a full-blown “Apocalypse Gay”, and the source was Hurricane Izuku Midoriya.

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Chapter 2

“Kat? Why are you standing there looking like someone ran over your dog?”

“No…It looks more like he’s daydreaming about having some really good barbeque.”

“Hmm, you sure? I think he looks more sad than hungry.”

“Is there like a mix of both? Like how you can be angry and hungry to make ‘hangry’?”

“Maybe. Would that be ‘sungry’, then?”

“Yeah, that works! So, why are you sungry, dude?”

It took the hand waving in front of his face to bring Katsuki completely out of his stupor after Izuku left. He blinked as Eijirou and Denki’s faces came into focus. “Seriously bro, what’s wrong?” Eijirou knew his best friend like the back of his hand, and he’d never seen Katsuki this out of it.

Katsuki cleared his throat and turned back to the register, grabbing the washrag to start mindlessly cleaning. A way he favored to avoid talking about something uncomfortable. “It’s nothing.” Katsuki muttered, as he scrubbed at the already clean surface.

“Bullshit,” Katsuki glanced up at a mildly annoyed Eijirou, “How long do you think I’ve known you, man? We’ve told each other even the darkest parts of our pasts and worked through it. I can see something is really eating at you and you are not gonna repress that shit. Again.”

Katsuki sighed. It was true. There wasn’t a thing they hadn’t told each other. He’d gone into the details of the little shit he’d been in elementary and middle school one night when they’d all been drinking for the first time, when they discovered that Katsuki was surprisingly a lightweight. Likewise, Eijirou had confided in Katsuki while he was still transitioning and insecure about his body dysmorphia. They knew everything about each other.

“You ever…just get this sudden feeling of wanting someone so much, but you know without a doubt that you don’t deserve them?” he murmured quietly, avoiding eye contact. When he didn’t get a response, he looked back to see the blond and redhead’s gaping faces.

“You…think you don’t deserve someone? You?” Eijirou blinked in disbelief.

Denki came up and put his palm on Katsuki’s forehead. “Are you sick or something? Dude, you should’ve told me and I would’ve covered your shift.”

Katsuki jerked away from his friend’s touch, irritated. “You would’ve been late for it, anyways. And no, I’m not fucking sick!”

His friends looked at each other. Then started frantically looking around the cafe.

“What are you idiots doing?”

“We’re looking for the absolute god who would make even The Katsuki Bakugou feel unworthy. Dude, your confidence is legendary! How the hell could we have missed someone that attractive?” Denki’s eyes had that gleam of troublemaking excitement that meant this situation would be prime teasing material for a good while.

“Is he a regular? Will we see him again, do you think?” Eijirou asked, and then watched his friend go pale. Now that was really concerning.

“Fuck, I hope not. If he does, I…I don’t know what I…” Katsuki looked at the ground as anxiety filled him. How could he even manage another interaction with Izuku if he was this freaked after the first one? That searing gaze Izuku gave him as he suggestively sucked on the straw made him hot, needy…hopeful. But that brief flash of pain in his eyes and his intentional use of Katsuki’s proper name just made him feel ashamed.

He looked back up into his friend’s eyes. “What do I do, Ei? I can barely fucking speak when I look at him. He’s too fucking perfect, my brain just shuts down. I shouldn’t even think about him that way, it’s so fucked up…”

Understanding clicked then for Eijirou, but Denki prattled on encouragingly, “C’mon man, don’t think that way! You’re good enough for anyone. I never thought I’d have to tell you this but, just have some confidence! I’m sure if you–”

“It’s Izuku.”

Silence hung in the air

“Shit…” they both said in unison.

“Yeah…”

“Shit!”

“I know…”

“This is bad…” Denki said leaning back against the counter, his statement triggering Katsuki even more.

“I fucking know it’s bad! That’s why I’m freaking out, asshole! So, what the fuck do I do?”

“Calm down, Kat,” Eijirou put his hand reassuringly on Katsuki’s shoulder, waiting until he met his serious gaze, “You’re not that same confused kid anymore. You’ve accepted yourself and made peace with your mistakes. Yeah, it’s a rough situation and you really can’t control what other people will think, say, and do…but you know what you can do?”

“You can be Katsuki fucking Bakugou. You can do anything you set your mind to. And if that means getting over this insecurity and wooing the heck out of Izuku Midoriya, then that’s what you’re gonna do, dammit!”

Katsuki blinked at their confident grins and gave a slight grin of his own. “Thanks guys,” He let out a shaky breath, blushing slightly, “But I don’t know if you get just how bad I am around him. I turn into a useless, gay mess.”

They all laughed a bit, Eijirou giving Katsuki’s shoulder an encouraging squeeze before pulling back. “I’ll believe that when I see it!”

…

“I don’t believe it…”

Eijirou honestly thought Katsuki was overexaggerating. Apparently not. When the coffeeshop had been Izuku-free for a few days after the initial incident, Katsuki had seemed to visibly relax more, despite appearing mildly disappointed as well. Then today, the guy in question walked through the door. From Katsuki’s description of the Izuku he knew in his youth, Eijirou was expecting someone rather frail-looking and nerdy. Katsuki had failed to mention the absolute hottie that the guy turned into, but it was clear to see why he’d been infatuated at first glance.

He was striking in his casual style of gray skinny jeans hugging thick and toned legs, the cuffs rolled up to his mid-calf. He had on an oversized pink flannel shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, showcasing nicely toned forearms as well, but what had a lot of the clientele (and baristas) intrigued was the fact that the flannel shirt was open to a white V-neck fishnet tank top beneath it. The guy had a fantastic midriff and knew exactly how to rock it. With outfit on point and curly hair pulled stylishly back into a topknot, emphasizing the sexy undercut and silver hoops in his ears, he made a pretty spectacular picture.

Still, Eijirou was not prepared for Katsuki’s reaction. The Katsuki he’d known since freshman year of high school was a guy oozing with sexual confidence, who knew the dating game and played it well and frequently. He’d never seen the guy flustered over anyone. And he still hadn’t. Whatever was going on was way past just being flustered.

As soon as he saw Izuku enter the cafe, Katsuki’s jaw had dropped along with the cup of freshly brewed espresso he’d just pulled from the steamer. The cup spilled its contents all over his hand, apron, and a bit on the floor as well.

“Fuck!” he jerked his burnt had back, cheeks turning pink. He glanced at Izuku, who’s eyes had gone wide with what looked like shock and concern, mirroring Eijirou’s own expression since Katsuki was not a clumsy person. His gaze went rapidly to his stained apron then back to Izuku, and his face reddened even more.

“Fuck! Fuck!” he whipped around to head for the door to the kitchen, then slipped on the spilt espresso, falling and bracing himself against the counter and various cups that were near the sink, sending them tumbling down in a loud clatter that had all eyes in the shop turning to him, if they weren’t already.

His panicked eyes met Izuku’s again who now just looked aghast, and Eijirou saw his friend go crimson from hairline to collar. He bolted through the backdoor in a desperate embarrassed escape, letting out a string of more “fucks” as he went. A few moments passed and everyone in the shop went back to their own business. Eijirou cleared his throat and turned toward Izuku, offering him an awkward smile.

“Hey there! What can I getcha?”

He saw Izuku offer a polite smile, but peered nervously towards the kitchen door. “Hi. Um…Is he ok?”

Eijirou smiled a bit more genuinely now. “Ehh, he’ll be alright. Probably just a bit startled since that espresso comes out pretty hot. But we’ve got a first aid kit back there, so no worries!”

Izuku looked mildly reassured but Eijirou kept seeing his gaze slide to the door as me made his order. Interested in him, are we? That’s a good sign, Eijirou thought as the front door burst open and Denki rushed in.

“Sorry I’m late again! Well?! Did that hottie that Kat’s been simping over all week finally come in yet??” he asked loudly, as he made his way behind the counter. Izuku’s eyes went wide and Eijirou slapped his friend on the back of the head as he passed.

“Quiet, you idiot!” he hissed and shot a quick glance back at Izuku. He was blushing as what Denki said sunk in, a small smile slowly spread over his face and his eyes seemed to sparkle. Ah, now I really see why he’s so lost on you…Eijirou thought with a grin.

“Don’t mind him. Name for the order?” he asked loudly, so Denki would pay attention and realize this was Izuku. The blond’s eyes gleamed with mischief. As they made the order, they each observed Izuku’s behavior while he waited. He still had that slight blush, that sparkle to his eyes as he seemed to be deep in thought, almost mulling over what he’d heard to himself, eyes flicking up occasionally towards the kitchen door. Katsuki still hadn’t emerged, so Eijirou sent Denki back to check on him.

“Hey, bro. You good?” he asked as he waltzed into the back, but stopped short as he saw Katsuki on the floor with his knees pulled to his chest and his head in his hands, ears and neck still a vibrant red. Oof…This wasn’t good at all.

“Why am I like this? This isn’t me, dammit! I just can’t seem to act normal around him…” he groaned to himself and Denki felt for him. He really wasn’t the best person to give advice on not being a disaster, but damned if he wouldn’t try for his friend!

“Look dude, it’s not that bad. You spilling hot liquid on yourself is enough of an excuse to freak out. He probably wouldn’t consider it’s about him.” Denki figured it’d be in his own best interest if he didn’t clue Katsuki in to the fact that he’d blurted out Katsuki’s attraction to Izuku right in front of the guy.

Katsuki looked up to give him an exasperated glare. “I looked like a fucking loser.”

“So? It’s not like his opinion of you could get any worse, right?”

Oh, that was soooo not the right thing to say.

The pained look that shot through Katsuki’s eyes told Denki that it was a land mine to even mention the fact that Izuku might still think of him as that same bully from their past. Katsuki laughed bitterly and dragged his hand over his face. “No, I suppose it couldn’t, huh?”

“Shit, dude, you know that’s not what I–” Denki tried to explain, but Katsuki had already gotten up and was swaggering towards the door. His hand opened the door a bit as he was about to push back out into the café and embrace his embarrassment, when he heard Izuku’s voice.

“Oh, thank you! It’s pretty good. Um, do you think he’ll be in tomorrow…if the burn isn’t serious?”

“Katsuki? Yeah, he’s in the rest of the week. Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine.”

“Oh, ok. That’s good.”

“Good? Did you wanna see him? You know him?”

Katsuki heard the pause in their conversation, tensed as he waited.

“He’s someone I went to school with back when we were younger, we went to different high schools, though. I, uh, thought it’d be cool to catch up with him a bit.”

“Oh, yeah? Well, cool! I’m his friend from high school, Eijirou Kirishima. Nice to meet ya!”

“Nice to meet you, too! Um, I’ve gotta get to class, but can you tell Kacchan I, uh…liked the muffin?”

Katsuki jolted as the nickname rang like music to his ears. He hadn’t stopped using it after all? An excitement hummed through his veins at the possibility of what that could mean.

“Kacchan?” Eijirou asked, and then Katsuki’s excitement vanished. Shit, he hadn’t told any of his friends about the cutesy nickname he’d secretly adored that Izuku had called him growing up.

He peeked through the door a bit without opening it too much, and saw that Izuku’s cheeks had turned red as his eyes widened.

“O-oh um, Katsuki, I meant! I don’t know why I said…um…Well, gotta go! Thanks for the tea!” he left in a flustered rush. Oh no…He’s still so awkwardly cute. I figured all that innocence was gone after that shit he did the other day, Katsuki thought smiling after him. A loud throat clearing had him turning to meet Denki’s mischievous smirk.

“So…‘Kacchan’, huh?”

Shit…

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Chapter 3

Despite Katsuki’s bravado about going out to face Izuku when he came into the café, even with his newly boosted confidence due to Izuku still referring to him as ‘Kacchan’, for the next week the blond couldn’t help bolting for the back anytime Izuku walked in. It was getting ridiculous, to be honest. Everyone thought so. It was obvious to them all; Eijirou and Denki, the regular customers (who’d been flies on the wall for all this drama since it started), and even Izuku, that the blond was trying to avoid him out of awkward shyness. Katsuki was many things, but “subtle” was not one of them.

However, that didn’t really put an end to the teasing on Katsuki’s behalf from his friends. In fact, it had only gotten worse. His friends were good-natured about it, of course. They just wanted their buddy to be happy. Plus, this period of time, where Izuku came in often to check if Katsuki had finally grown a pair, gave Eijirou and Denki time to get to know Izuku. Their verdict was that he was a pretty cool guy, and they could tell he was definitely still into Katsuki. Their conversations were brief and didn’t have too many personal details, but it was the way his face would change when the subject of Katsuki came up.

“Hey Kat! Come quick, you need to look at this!” Eijirou called into the back in a serious tone, while Katsuki had been grabbing muffins to restock the front.

Unlike most coffeeshops, this one had a complete bakery in the back where their pastries were made fresh every morning, and then left in a walk-in cooler to preserve them for when they were needed. All the staff had to do when they needed more was take them out and warm them up in the microwave for a little bit. Ironically, their baker was another guy that went to the same high school as them, Rikado Sato, but due to the way bakers were scheduled so early in the morning, they never really got to interact with him much.

Katsuki jolted, thinking something serious was happening out front from Eijirou’s tone, like the register was acting up, or the espresso machine was leaking again. He ran out, his question of “What’s going on?” dying on his tongue when he saw what Eijirou had said he needed to look at.

Izuku. In fucking leggings! Jesus fucking Christ, if he wasn’t a young man, the sight of Izuku’s thighs and ass wrapped in skin-tight black spandex would’ve given Katsuki a heart attack. He tried his best to keep his composure while he growled a low, “Fuck you, Ei.”

Eijirou gave him a toothy grin. “I thought it was pretty noteworthy. Oh, looks like we’re out of chocolate chip cookies, too! I’ll run in the back and grab some more while you help the next in line.”

If looks could kill, Eijirou’s brains would be splattered against the wall, but he knew his friend’s bark was a lot worse than his bite so he whistled his way into the back, hoping this little nudge would finally get things going with those two.

Swallowing down his plethora of emotions, Katsuki turned to face Izuku who’d now wandered up to the counter.

“Hi. What can I get you today?” He said every word carefully and without a hint of emotion. It came off sounding robotic, but Katsuki figured that’d be better than awkward and over-eager. Izuku grinned slyly, and Katsuki swallowed down a lump of nervousness. No no no. He wouldn’t get him this time. Katsuki was prepared for whatever the boy threw at him.

“Hmm well, I’ve really wanted you to give it to me like last time~ These other guys can do it fine, but I think you’re the best at it.”

Holy shit was he not prepared! It took a minute for his brain to process what Izuku was saying in a non-sexual way, all the while a mischievous glint sparkled in the freckled boy’s eyes.

“Ahem…Uh, so the Iced Matcha Latte with whip, right?” he asked, entering it into the register in an attempt to not meet Izuku’s gaze.

“Yes! I’m happy you remembered!” Izuku exclaimed, and Katsuki’s heart squeezed a bit at the genuine happiness in the other boy’s voice, causing him to glance up slightly. Big mistake. Izuku gave him those smoldering bedroom eyes again, and leaned in a bit closer to talk in a lower tone.

“It was so good, I sucked it down so hard. I just had to get Every. Last. Drop~”

“Fuck Deku…What are you doing?” Katsuki hadn’t meant to say his thoughts out loud, and he cringed inwardly as he saw Izuku’s face shift slightly as he registered the old nickname.

“Ah, so that’s what it took for you to finally come out.” Izuku smirked.

“Too late. He’s been “out” since high school.”

Katsuki whipped around to see that Eijirou was back and looking too fucking comfortable, leaning against the counter as if he was enjoying a show.

“Shut the fuck up, Ei!” Katsuki hissed, eyes widening and flicking back to Izuku, who just looked amused, as well as a little frustrated.

Eijirou grinned back, nonchalantly, “What? It’s not like you’ve bothered to hide how gay you are since junior year. Everyone in the store is frankly tired of you dragging your feet about this.”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed at his friend. “About what?”

“About asking me out.”

Katsuki froze. His eyes, the only things capable of movement at the moment, found Izuku’s. The other boy had become serious, his eyes wide with expectation rather than heavy-lidded and flirty like before. He audibly gulped as he regained his ability to speak.

“Me. Ask you out.”

“Yes, Kacchan. You asking me out. We’ve all been patiently waiting for you to get on with it. It’s really obvious you want to, and I’ve been trying to create the opportunity for you since I figured you’d freak if I asked you. I haven’t exactly been subtle, either.” Izuku smiled at him warmly, if a bit exasperated, but Katsuki was still confused. Still torn up inside.

He didn’t have good thought-to-mouth control today apparently as he blurted out, “But why? Why would you even want me to ask you out? Don’t you hate me?” His voice came out in a hoarse whisper, the raw pain still evident in the tone. Izuku’s eyes widened and his smile disappeared. Eijirou inwardly beat himself up. He should’ve realized that Katsuki wasn’t emotionally ready to confront this yet.

Izuku took a moment to respond, so Katsuki dropped his head. He waited for Izuku to say something like it had all been a prank to get back at him for middle school, for everything really. It was what he deserved after all, what he expected.

“Kacchan…”

Here it comes.

“I never hated you.”

He looked up, saw Izuku’s eyes were a bit glassy, but a small smile was back on his face.

“How?”

Izuku giggled and oh, if that didn’t play havoc with Katsuki’s heart.

“I know you were a huge asshole back then, and yeah, that part of my life really sucked…But I knew you. The real you. I’ve known you since we were three, Kacchan. Did you really think I couldn’t tell you were gay as we got older? Did you think I couldn’t see you were scared, and trying to hide behind all that posturing and aggressive behavior? Yeah, it hurt and it was wrong for you to do what you did, but I understood why you were the way you were.”

“I never meant to scare you or make you angry when I confessed that day. I was trying to…let you know you had someone who understood, I guess? I understood too, why you rejected me so harshly, why you outed me and bullied me so fiercely. I was a living embodiment of what you were trying to bury down in yourself. But even though I’ve always loved you, I decided I wasn’t gonna be a punching bag anymore. Not by you, or anyone else.”

Izuku suddenly blushed as if he just suddenly realized he’d spilled his guts and all their past business in a public place. Katsuki stared at him, trying to imagine the strength it would take to be that understanding, that forgiving, that loyal, despite everything that had happened between them. But one part of Izuku’s speech was overtaking all of his other thoughts.

“You’ve…always loved me?”

Izuku blinked and blushed more, then let out an irritated huff. “Well yeah, obviously. That’s what I was trying to tell you back then, what I’ve been trying to show you now. So…”

“So…?”

Izuku laughed and rolled his eyes. “Do you want my number or not?”

A little thrill went through Katsuki. It was really going to be this easy? It was fine? He could ask Izuku out? Talk to him more, get to know everything he missed while they’d been apart, go on dates and stuff? See if he can back up all that sexy talk he was spewing…

“You sure it’s not gonna be something like “1-800-FUCK-YOU”, and this is all a prank to get me back for being an asshole?” he said, only half-joking, trying to play it off like he wasn’t still nervous as hell.

Izuku gestured for Katsuki to give him his hand as he grabbed a Sharpie off the counter. Katsuki complied, and watched Izuku pop off the cap and smile slyly at him.

“Guess you’ll just have to find out, huh?”

He wrote something on the back of Katsuki’s hand, then placed money on the counter. Eijirou gently nudged Katsuki to the beverage station while he took over the sale. Katsuki slowly turned his hand over and saw it was indeed a real phone number, and that he’d also signed it with, “Your Deku” followed by a little heart.

Fuck…

He was so done for.

This little nerd had waltzed back into his life and completely had him wrapped around his finger. He was Katsuki Bakugou, he wasn’t tamed by anyone his entire life, but a pair of sparkling green eyes and a seductively sweet smile proved to be his undoing. He made Izuku’s drink in a daze and when he handed it to him, their hands brushed again. Instead of pulling away this time, he reveled in the feeling of Izuku’s warm hand over his own. That was until that hand tightened and tugged him forward a bit so Izuku could whisper in his ear.

“I’m free Saturday. I already cleared it with Eijirou to cover your shift for you. I’ll leave the day’s activities up to you, but…” He bit his lip in a sexy way and blushed a bit, causing Katsuki’s heart to beat faster.

“If you wanna get me in bed, I don’t think you’ll have to try that hard~”

With that, Izuku took the cup from Katsuki’s hand that then fell limp to his side, sucked on the straw and moaned, “Damn, that really is so good.” Then he sauntered out the door with a pep in his step and a sway of his hips.

Katsuki definitely was in over his head, and while he’d need to worry over how to deal with the excitement and nerves for the upcoming Saturday, his first concern right now was how to finish his damn shift with a raging hard-on.

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Chapter 4

“Here, man! Double shot for courage!” Denki beamed handing his fidgeting friend a large black coffee with two extra shots of espresso. Katsuki snatched it from him and downed the contents with vigor, completely disregarding the burn to his throat.

“Coffee’s just gonna make him more on edge! Dude, slow down…It’ll be fine.” Eijirou tried his best to calm down Katsuki, but the poor guy had come bursting into the shop Saturday morning to freak out at them about the date a bit more. He’d apparently changed his outfit three times before leaving the house, and his list of date ideas went into double digits. The guy he’d always seen as the confident fuckboy was now as nervous as a virgin on Prom Night.

“But what if he thinks I’m shit at this? I’ve never dated anyone before, Ei! Not like this! I’m just gonna fuck it up, I know it! I’m gonna say something stupid and offend him or remind him that I’m actually an asshole and he can do waaaaay better, and…and…”

Suddenly, both Eijirou and Denki gripped him firmly by his shoulders to give him a good shake. He was spazzing out. It would’ve been hilarious if they didn’t feel genuinely sorry for him. He was their bro and they couldn’t let him stay like this.

“Dude. You’re not the same guy you used to be. You’re a fucking legend! He’s gonna be begging you to take him out again.” Denki boasted, while Eijirou said, “The world doesn’t need two Kaminari’s being Earth’s greatest disaster. Just relax, you got this!”

Katsuki let out a long breath and finally gave them both a small smirk. “Yeah, guess I should stop being a wimp and just go for it, huh?” They nodded and he finally gathered the courage to walk out the door, but not before checking one more time in the reflection of the store window if he looked alright.

Eijirou chuckled and shook his head. “I’d never thought I’d see the day where that guy got so stuck on somebody. I figured I was gonna be the only one of us with a relationship.”

“Yeah, but you cheated. You had a hot couple adopt you as their third! It’s not fair!” Denki whined as he updated the daily specials on the menu board.

“It is too fair, Pika Boy. Mina and Hanta know quality when they see it, and we all have plenty of love to go around. Don’t hate just cuz you haven’t found the right girl yet.” Eijirou teased, then jolted as his phone went off. “Oof. Right…Forgot to tell boo and bae I took Kat’s shift today. Hold down the fort, alright?”

As Eijirou went to answer his partners’ phone call, Denki whipped around at him. “Wait! Did you call me a ‘disaster’ earlier?!”

All that answered him was laughter as the door to the back swung closed. Denki huffed out a breath that ruffled his shaggy bangs, and turned back to counter.

“So, what’s that about being a disaster?” The customer who’d apparently came in out of nowhere chuckled in a deep sexy voice, and Denki felt a lump rise in his throat. The combination of messy purple hair and some tired bedroom eyes on a tall goth dude looked way too handsome for Denki to make sense of literally anything.

“M-me. Disaster. I am…OH! Uh, order! I can take – er – I mean, can I take it? Jeez…” Denki had no reasonable explanation for whatever the hell that just was, and the guy’s smirk only grew wider as he spoke.

“So, if I understood all of that correctly, then just get me a large hot coffee with four shots, if you could.” he drawled out, sending warmth through Denki’s stomach. Oh, this was gonna be an interesting day.

…

“There you are, Kacchan!” Izuku waved from across the street. Katsuki took a big breath to steady himself and jogged across to meet him. He tried his damnedest not to look at Izuku’s outfit, knowing it would probably be another knockout that would send him reeling. And unfortunately, since his damnedest apparently meant shit, he was proven right.

Today, it was like the guy was going all out in a fancy way. Tight black skinny jeans hugged his legs up to a high waist, where he wore a loose v-neck white dress shirt stylishly tucked in. His hair was styled messily to one side, and he wore an ear chain that went from a cuff on his exposed ear, to a ring in his lip. Katsuki had never pegged Izuku of all people to get any kind of body mods, but damn if he didn’t pull that look off. He’d accentuated the look with a fierce red and black eyeliner, and some tall black Doc Martin’s. Very Emo-Chic.

Surprisingly, they’d complemented each other well. This being the first time Izuku was seeing him out of his café uniform since their reunion, Katsuki had struggled to find the perfect outfit to show off. He was wearing his own pair of Doc’s with his favorite ripped acid-washed jeans, and tied at his waist was a red and black flannel shirt he had absolutely no intention of wearing. His arms, abs, and pecs where his strongest advantages, so he showed them off to perfection with his skin-tight, black muscle shirt, adorned with the skull logo of his favorite metal band.

He wore his trademark simple black liner and his red pincher gauges, and now his tattoo was revealed. Its smoky skull and flames circled his bicep all the way up to his collarbone, with an unseen skeletal claw stretching out over the right side of his chest. If you got up close and knew where to look, you could see the initial “I” hidden within the smoke and flames, a pathetic memento Katsuki had gotten when he was drunk with the guys one night.

Needless to say, they were each dressed to kill, and so far, there seemed to be equal damage to both sides. Katsuki was surprised to see Mr. “If You Wanna Get Me In Bed” blushing and averting his eyes. He swallowed and reminded himself for the final time, he was Katsuki Fucking Bakugou, and he could seduce any guy he wanted.

“Damn, Deku. Didn’t think you’d have it in ya for a piercing like that. Looks good though~” he smirked in his usual sassy way. You’re ok. You can do this. No prob! It’s just Deku.

Izuku smirked right back, and Katsuki’s bravado wavered again. “Oh, it’s not the only one~ Maybe if things go well, I’ll show you the others later.” It’s fucking Deku, dammit! What the hell am I thinking? I can’t fucking do this! The little shit can play me like a violin!

Then his gaze went to all innocence again. How the fuck could he do that? “But I really like your tattoo! It suits you!” He beamed and walked closer to inspect it. A whiff of some kind of herbal cologne caught Katsuki off-guard, so he almost didn’t notice how close Izuku came to tracing his fingers over the “I”.

“Yeah, well! I, uh, have a lot planned for us today, so let’s get going!” he blurted out, shaking his arm away and went to head down the street. Izuku looked genuinely surprised and followed after him. They walked for a bit in awkward silence before Katsuki got up the courage to thread his fingers with Izuku’s.

“It’s gonna be a bit of a walk, so we have some time to catch up if you want.” He tried to keep his voice casual, but felt Izuku’s eyes on him and glanced over. Izuku had that sunshine smile and those sparkling eyes again.

“Great! What do you wanna know?” he asked cheerfully, giving a little squeeze to Katsuki’s hand to which Katsuki’s heart sped up. He hoped Izuku couldn’t feel his pulse through his grip.

“What’re you majoring in?” He started out with a pretty safe topic. Plus, he was genuinely curious.

“Oh, Educational Psychology! I’d like to work as a school counselor specializing in LGBT youth and Family Issues.” That…actually made a lot of sense. Izuku was always smart, and he had a way of reading someone, and being able to tell their feelings and weaknesses pretty easily. It was what made Katsuki so apprehensive about him in middle school. He felt Izuku could see right through him.

The specialization made a lot of sense too. From what he knew about Izuku’s home life, his dad hadn’t really taken the news of his son coming out as gay very well. It was hard to tell between all of the bruises he and the bullies would inflict on him, but there had been some markings of suspicious origin patterning his skin during that time as well.

Katsuki looked down as shame filled him. That would’ve been his fault too. His grip on Izuku’s hand unconsciously loosened. “Yeah. You’d be great at that.” he said calmly, with a bittersweet smile. Izuku suddenly stopped walking, and it jerked Katsuki back a bit as he looked at him in confusion. Izuku had a stern look on his face.

“Are you gonna feel bad every time I bring something up that reminds you of the past? I told you already that I forgave you for that.” Katsuki avoided his gaze and tried to pull his hand away, but Izuku held firm. “I don’t want you to keep thinking of me as a victim, Kacchan. We’re adults now. Leave the past alone, ok?”

“I don’t get what you even see in me. I didn’t back then, and I sure as fuck don’t now.” Katsuki muttered, and before Izuku could protest, he continued, “That’s why, as much fun as it is to flirt with you – and it’s fucking incredible – I wanna show you that I’m not the same shithead you knew. I may not be used to this, but I’m gonna do it right.” He pulled Izuku a few steps more until they were on the outside of the movie theater.

Izuku blinked in surprise. “A movie? You’re taking me to a movie? That’s so…sweet.” Katsuki held the door for him as they stepped inside, and scoffed.

“Don’t act too surprised, nerd. I know the standard romantic shit, too. I’m not just good for fucking, despite popular belief.” Izuku blushed cutely as they walked up to the stand, then he giggled.

“What?” Katsuki asked, feeling self-conscious underneath the bravado.

“I haven’t been called a ‘nerd’ in quite a long time. I didn’t think I’d ever hear it as a term of endearment.” Now it was Katsuki’s turn to blush, but he tried his best to stifle it back as he ordered their tickets.

“All Might 2? You’re taking me to an All Might movie?”

Katsuki glanced at Izuku’s dumbfounded expression. “That was your favorite from the franchise, right? I found out they were doing a special screening of all of them every day this week for the ten-year anniversary. Even though I still think 4 was definitely superior, today I will refrain from shitting on your taste in the honor of my growth as a person.”

Izuku let out a gut-bursting laugh and Katsuki’s insides warmed. Maybe this wasn’t gonna be so hard after all.

…

Did he say “not hard”? Because what he apparently meant was excessively, painfully, harder-than-he’d-ever-been-in-his-entire-life hard. The little bastard! Since when did he not fucking absorb into an All Might movie for fuck’s sake? How did he have the attention span to watch the movie, and drive Katsuki batshit insane by stroking his hand gently up and down his thigh.

“Reaching for the popcorn”, my ass…

Izuku slowly dipped his hand back down again to meticulously pluck up a single kernel, which he not-so-subtlely dropped in Katsuki’s lap. “Oops. Let me get that~” he whispered, and Kastuki had to fight back the groan as Izuku’s searching fingers made contact with his aching dick through his jeans. Damn, if he’d known the nerd would try giving him a handy in a public theater, he’d have worn sweatpants!

Izuku’s fingers brushed the kernel off onto the floor, but he kept feeling around. “Hmm, I can’t seem to find it…Better keep looking~” he teased, and Katsuki flinched as Izuku ran his fingertips up and down his bulge, to the exposed skin of his thigh through the tears in his jeans, and back again.

“Deku…Are you fucking kidding me?” Katsuki hissed, gritting his teeth as Izuku traced around the tip in little circles. He was already starting to feel the pre soak through his boxers.

Both of them still staring at the screen, Izuku leaned closer into Katsuki’s shoulder and whispered in his ear, “What’s the matter, Katsuki? Got a little stage fright?”

Hot breath tickled Katsuki’s neck and he shivered, fighting back a yelp as Izuku squeezed his dick in his palm and continued, “No one’s watching. I walked us to the back row of the theater for a reason. Just hold the bucket in front of your lap, and we’ll be fine.”

“Dammit, Deku…If you get us thrown out, you’re paying me back for the tickets and food.”

Izuku chuckled low and it made Katsuki twitch, painfully rubbing against wet cotton and tight denim. “How about…if we’re kicked out, I can take you back to my place and pay with my body?”

Katsuki had planned a reservation after the movie at a nice restaurant, actually, hoping to show he could be a gentleman and take Izuku on a nice first date before they plowed each other. However, he was slowly beginning to wonder why he’d bothered since they’d been heading in this direction from the start.

“When’d you become such a horny little demon?” he laughed, then moaned low as Izuku slowly pulled his zipper down.

Izuku gave a long, lewd lick to the side of Katsuki’s neck. “I’ve always been this way. You just never paid attention.”

He made quick and seamless work of unzipping Katsuki’s jeans, and nudging down the band of his boxers to free him. Katsuki’s dick sprung out into the open, and he clenched the popcorn bucket in front of him, heat rising from his neck to his hairline. He’d been with some kinky guys before, but none of them had ever wanted to do anything in public. The thought of being seen had Katsuki nervous, yet exhilarated. And the fact that Izuku was the one instigating it was even hotter.

Izuku whistled low as he took Katsuki into his hand and began giving lazy strokes meant to torment the poor blond. “Wow, Kacchan~ Length on top of girth, huh? You always were blessed in so many areas, why not that too?” Katsuki’s dick twitched at the praise. Izuku chuckled again and started pumping harder.

“Haaah~ Deku…Fuck!” Izuku shushed him and nibbled on his earlobe.

“Nu uh uh~ Gotta be quiet, Kacchan. Don’t want us to get caught, right?” Katsuki sucked in a breath and clenched his fists harder against the bucket.

The slight noise caused a brunette girl a few rows in front of them to glance up. Katsuki’s face flamed and he tried his best to look normal, but that bastard massaged his thumb into the head of Katsuki’s dick, causing him to let out a lewd whimper. Izuku caught the girl staring and gave her a smirk and wink. Her face to turned bright red as she quickly whipped back to the screen.

“See? That’s what you get for being too loud, baby~ Now be a good boy and pay attention to the movie for me.” Izuku licked into Katsuki’s ear and started pumping him harder and faster.

Fuck! He was so overstimulated from everything going on! What the hell was all this? He’d always been this way? No way! Not the quiet shy adorable little nerd he’d played with growing up. There’s no way this could be the same person, right?

Fuck! FUCK! I’m gonna come…

Just as Katsuki got to his breaking point, Izuku suddenly let go. “Wha…W-what? Deku…” Katsuki whined in confusion and a torturous pleasure, as his dick throbbed mercilessly from loss of contact.

Izuku wasn’t looking at him, but staring intently at the screen. “This is my favorite part!” he said, grinning.

“What the fuck, Deku? Izuku! You can’t just–”

“Shhhhhh!” A tall guy with glasses in the seat next to the girl hissed up at them, and Kastuki blushed even harder. Izuku clicked his tongue in mock disappointment.

“Now now, babe. You can’t go disturbing the other people by being so noisy. Just behave and wait patiently for the scene to be over…or you could always finish yourself off if you absolutely can’t stand it~” He grinned, eyes not leaving the screen.

Katsuki grit his teeth, and stifled another groan as his dick continued to protest the sudden absence of attention. He could just jerk himself the rest of the way off and be done with it, but he didn’t wanna give Izuku the satisfaction.

“You’re fucking evil.” He snarled, a chuckle answering him.

When the scene changed, Izuku gently grabbed the bucket and placed it in the seat beside him before Katsuki even realized what was happening.

“You idiot! What’re you–” He cut off as Izuku leaned over his lap, looking up at him with the most sinful expression he’d ever seen.

“Now would I do this if I was ‘evil’?” he prefaced before leaning down and taking Katsuki’s dick into his mouth.

“Fu-UCKing hell!” Katsuki hissed, earning another ‘shhh’ from the guy below them. But he didn’t care. He couldn’t think past the sensation and sight of Deku, Izuku fucking Midoriya, slurping his dick down like a goddamn popsicle. Those suggestive times when he drank those lattes were nothing compared to how hot his face looked bobbing up and down on Katsuki’s dick, watching it disappear and reappear between those soft angelic lips, the lip ring gliding along adding extra sensation.

He didn’t last much longer after that, and Izuku drank him down like he was lapping at the tastiest whipped cream. He pulled back, lips still shiny, and his eyes like green fire. He carefully slid Katsuki’s softening dick back into his boxers, and they finished the movie in contented silence. They stayed through the credits as well to give Katsuki a little extra time to compose himself, and zip his jeans back up.

As they were leaving, they passed by the brunette girl and tall glasses guy on their way outside, and the girl immediately turned red again and scurried away from them, the guy confusedly following after. Katsuki groaned as he felt his face heating up, but Izuku just laughed. “Don’t mind it, Kacchan. It’s not like you’ll ever run into them again.”

Katsuki sulked a bit, but smiled when Izuku grabbed onto his arm and held it to his chest. The possessive gesture tugged at his heart, and surprisingly enough, his dick. Was he really already ready for a round two?

“So…where to next?” Izuku asked innocently.

Katsuki quirked a brow. “I thought you said you were going to take me back to your place to ‘pay me with your body’?”

Izuku smirked devilishly and cuddled the blond’s bicep. “That was if we got kicked out. We didn’t. So, no payment necessary.” Kastuki gave a playful pout and Izuku snickered.

“Though, I suppose I could give you a freebie since you were so good before~”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “You ARE evil.”

“In all seriousness, though, I am kinda hungry.”

Katsuki grinned back at him. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I made a reservation for us, huh?”

Izuku’s eyes widened. “Oh. Really?” Katsuki nodded, and Izuku beamed at him. “You continue to be really sweet, huh? Guess I would’ve ruined that plan if we’d just gone straight back to my place.”

“Eh, at the time I would’ve just said ‘fuck it’, anyways. I’m still considering it, depending on what you wanna do.” Katsuki’s eyes burned into Izuku’s with more seriousness. “I mean it, Izuku. Tonight, I wanna show you how much I care, and make everything up to you. It’s whatever you want.”

Izuku smiled sweetly as he blushed.

“Ok, Kacchan. Dinner first…then dessert.”

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Chapter 5

Despite the sexual tension radiating off the both of them the entire time, dinner actually went really well. Izuku had never been to the restaurant before, but still ended up ordering his favorite food from when they were young, katsudon. Katsuki teased him about his tastes never maturing, and Izuku fired right back that Katsuki must’ve killed his taste with all of the spicy food he ate.

They talked more about school, other jobs they’d had. Turned out, Izuku was currently working at the campus bookstore on class days to make it easier on his commute time. Katsuki privately thought to himself that maybe he’d surprise Izuku at work one day with some flowers or something, smiling to himself as he pictured the sweet look on Izuku’s face, the way his eyes would sparkle.

It was really so strange. He’d never had thoughts about anyone like this. Never had any desire to take things further than a carnal relationship. He’d had casual hookups, friends with benefits, but never an exclusive lover. Wait…were he and Deku exclusive? They hadn’t mentioned that yet, right? Should he bring it up?

Katsuki had gotten so lost in thought that he jolted when the waiter asked if they would like dessert. He looked awkwardly from the waiter to Izuku, then caught those bedroom eyes again. Damn, Izuku could eye-fuck like a pro.

Izuku smiled innocently up at the waiter and replied, “No, thank you. We have dessert at home, actually.” As he said it, his foot brushed up Katsuki’s leg playfully, reminding him exactly what that dessert was.

As they left the restaurant, Izuku called an Uber. It didn’t take long before they were crammed in a tiny sedan and heading towards Izuku’s place. He lived in an apartment building near the campus thankfully, unlike Katsuki who had to worry about Denki as his dormmate and the extremely thin walls. Not that it stopped his neighbors from cycling through their ho of the day. Not that it had stopped Katsuki before either, but he wanted things to be different with Izuku. Just having that thought should scare him, but looking over at how absolutely perfect he looked, he couldn’t find any reason why.

They pulled up to the apartment complex and Izuku walked him up. Katsuki half expected to be slammed against the door as soon as they walked in, but Izuku simply told him to get comfortable as he excused himself to the bathroom for a bit.

It gave Katsuki the opportunity to look around. The apartment was a standard one-bedroom, fitting for the typical “poor college student”. Surprisingly, there wasn’t as much All Might memorabilia as he’d first suspected. They each had been really into the superhero movies as kids, and Izuku had continued his obsession with them throughout middle school as well. Katsuki remembered Izuku’s school notebooks covered in All Might stickers, and he’d tote around the collector’s edition backpack. He’d used All Might pencils and even had an All Might lunchbox. All that remained to hint at the childhood obsession was a short display shelf with about five figures, along with all of the movies in a Blu-Ray box set, and one poster on the wall above it.

The rest of the place was decorated nicely for his budget. A hand-me-down sofa sat across from a decently-sized tv, the coffee table in front of it scattered with a stack of textbooks and a couple empty ramen containers. An IKEA bookshelf held more textbooks and a few novels and comics (possibly the ‘Adventures of All Might’ series). The rest of the space was filled with picture frames.

There were several photos of Izuku and his mom. Katsuki was a little surprised to see how much she’d changed since they hung out together in elementary school. They showcased different stages of his life, and when Katsuki noticed the high school photos, he could see the change in Izuku’s face. He looked happier.

There was one where he was with a group of friends sitting in a cluster of desks. A girl with long blonde hair and a bit too much makeup hung one arm around his neck, while a tall burly guy with a buzzcut wore a huge grin behind them, his hands on both their shoulders.

In another was Izuku and a different girl with pink dreadlocks dressed up for Halloween. Izuku wearing a patchwork sheet-ghost costume, and the girl dressed in steampunk attire. Another Halloween one from probably the next year showed him and the same girl, now joined by a guy with messy purple hair and sleepy eyes. This time Izuku came off way more confident dressed in a sexy demon costume, while the other two looked to be a fallen angel for the girl, and a black cat for the guy.

The last frame was older and towards the bottom, and Katsuki recognized it immediately as the picture they each got on Katsuki’s 6^th birthday. Their moms were taking about a million pictures of them, making them pose and smile for probably a good twenty minutes. At that point, they were both sick of forcing grins and sitting still for the pictures, so they decided to make the silliest faces they could. Izuku was blowing a raspberry and wiggling his fingers from his ears, while Katsuki hooked his fingers into his mouth and pulled the corners down, furrowing his brows. They and their moms had laughed so hard, and that picture ended up the best of the whole bunch.

Katsuki fought back the sad twinge at all the lost time since then, the regret, and even the slightest bit of jealousy at seeing Izuku’s group of friends. He had gotten a second chance with Izuku; sexy, sassy, dorky, gorgeous Izuku. Fuck if he was ever gonna screw things up with him again!

Just then, he heard the shower turn off and realized he’d never even noticed Izuku had gotten in to begin with. He turned around when he heard the door open, not sure what he was expecting, but felt himself grow instantly hard at the sight of Izuku gloriously naked, save for the towel he was currently tousling his curls dry with. He went speechless and wide-eyed as he took in the view.

All lean muscle as expected from the times Izuku had shown off his abs, and those thighs were as juicy as he’d imagined. Though, what surprised him and had his throat closing up in arousal was the stylized “K” tattoo on his hipbone, and the Mother. Fucking. Dick. Piercings! Plural! Little silver balls dotted the underside of his shaft, and he had a vertical ring through the underside of the tip.

Holy fucking shit! What? Whaaaaaaat?! Deku has fucking dick piercings?! My Deku?!!!

Izuku smirked at his reaction, but didn’t verbally acknowledge it. He just waltzed over with the towel around his neck, hair still damp, and wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s waist. He leaned into his back, and Katsuki could smell that herbal scent much stronger than before.

So, it was his soap, not cologne. Fuck, he’s so damn sexy!

Izuku released him and looked over towards the picture of them as kids, and smiled wholesomely. “That’s always been my favorite picture. It’s crazy how much time has passed, huh?”

Katsuki finally found his voice, even if it came out a little shaky. “What’s fucking crazy is you walking out here, dick out, bare-assed and reminiscing about the past like its normal.”

Izuku grinned innocently. “Oh, sorry~ Am I distracting you? I could just go in the other room and let you keep looking at the pictures.”

“Fat fucking chance now that I’ve seen the goods.” Katsuki growled, earning a laugh. He eyed Izuku up and down again, and continued, “So…how do we wanna do this?”

All he could think about was getting stuffed with that dick, and how all those piercings would feel. It was driving him crazy!

But Izuku’s eyes darkened with a feral edge, and he suddenly pinned Katsuki against the bookcase, frames rattling a bit. “Oh, Katsuki…I’ve wanted you to pound this ass since the day I hit puberty~” he all but purred.

“But don’t worry, you can get a little taste of it tonight if you want, and next time I’ll let you ride me like a fucking carousel. Sound good, baby?”

Katsuki could only nod as the rest of him was practically a puddle on the floor. He didn’t need any more convincing as Izuku dragged him from his shirt over to the couch, and pushed so he’d fall back onto the cushions.

“Bed?” was all Katsuki could manage, before Izuku was on him, kissing him for the first time. His tongue swept into Katsuki’s mouth immediately, and he let out a pleasured hum as he swirled it around his tongue piercing.  

“Fuck, that’s so hot!” he moaned breathily against Katsuki’s lips before diving back in for more, all the while slowly peeling the clothes off his body. Katsuki shivered as he heard his pants unzip, and those magic hands were sliding them down his legs. Izuku finally had to pull away for a bit to crouch and get the pants the rest of the way off. “Hmm…maybe next time I’ll have you leave just your boots on~”

“Jesus Christ, Deku…” Katsuki gasped out, their gazes both locked with sizzling heat.

Izuku tossed the rest of the clothes away and knelt between Katsuki’s legs, his throbbing dick just inches away from that perfect mouth. As he leaned in, Katsuki went to stop him and accidently grabbed his hair, making Izuku break into a lewd moan. And, god, if that wasn’t music to his fucking ears!

“S-sorry, baby…” he panted, “But if you do that again, I won’t last very long.”

Izuku smirked up at him. “Liked it that much the first time, huh?”

“Fucking obviously.”

“If you’re sure Kacchan, let me go grab stuff real quick…But I’ll let you know, I already got myself ready for you in the shower~”

Izuku wandered into the bedroom again as Katsuki closed his eyes and laid his head back against the couch, the image of Izuku opening himself up in the shower making his dick throb.

The sound of a wrapper tearing perked him back up, and he opened his eyes to Izuku suddenly rolling a condom out onto his dick. He let out a broken moan at the contact and Izuku chuckled darkly, “Like that, baby? Are you ready for me?”

“F-fuck yeah.”

Izuku finished putting on the condom and straddled Katsuki’s waist.

“Mmm, I can’t wait to have you filling me up~ You’re so hard and big for me~”

“Fuuuuck…Izuku.”

He lined up his ass with the tip of Katsuki’s dick, and leaned in to whisper in his ear, reveling in the feeling of the blond trembling beneath him.

“I’m gonna ride you so hard into this couch. I’m gonna fuck you for every single fantasy I ever had of you growing up, and there were a-fucking-lot! I’m gonna make you moan, and whine, and beg, until you’re almost broken…and then I’m gonna let you pound me. Got it, Kacchan?”

“Fuck! Yes!” Katsuki shouted, and Izuku sank down onto his dick in one long push.

He sucked in a breath as Katsuki bottomed out, causing the blond to jolt. “Shit! Deku, are you ok?”

Izuku smiled and gave a shaky nod. “F-fine. Guess my prep wasn’t enough for how thick you are. Just give me a sec…”

Katsuki suddenly wrapped his arms around Izuku, surprising him. “Kacchan?”

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Kacchan, I’m fi–”

“No!” Katsuki growled and squeezed Izuku tighter. “I’m done hurting you…I never want you to be in pain again because of me…”

His voice shook a little, and it brought tears up in the corner of Izuku’s eyes. He hugged Katsuki back firmly, rubbing his fingers into his shoulders. “I’m fine, Kacchan. I promise.”

Katsuki released him a bit to look him in the eyes, gauging the sincerity. He didn’t want Izuku to push himself too hard.

“Let me get you used to it first. Just for a little bit. Then you can ride me into the couch like you want, ok?”

Izuku bit his lip and nodded. Then Katsuki slowly sank his pelvis down, gently pulling out of Izuku until he got to the tip, and then carefully pushed back up.

“You ok, baby?” he checked in, and Izuku gave a little nod, his lips still squeezing firmly together. He felt so good inside; hot, tight, and slick from his earlier prep, but Katsuki wanted to keep it as slow and gentle as he could at first to get Izuku used to it. But it was difficult.

Finally, he was starting to be able to pick up a steady rhythm. Izuku was making sweet little moans, and it was slowly breaking Katsuki’s resolve. “Fuck! Izuku, you feel so good…” he groaned as he fucked up into him.

Then suddenly, Izuku took his wrists in a death grip and pinned them against the back of the couch on either side of Katsuki’s head, the blond’s eyes going wide with shock. Izuku looked to be doing fine now. That mischievous gleam was back in his eyes, and his lips pulled into a devilish smile. “I’m glad you think so, Kacchan. Now, it’s my turn.”

He rose up suddenly, rolling his hips in a fluid motion, and the slammed back down hard on Katsuki’s dick.

“F-ffUCK! De-Izuku! Shit!”

Izuku pounded up and down onto Katsuki so hard, he felt his ass digging into the frame of the couch.

“Call me…whatever you…fucking want, Kacchan! I’m not…a useless ‘Deku’…anymore, though!” Izuku panted in time to his thrusts.

Katsuki shivered as he was ridden vigorously. Izuku taking the power, riding him so hard into the sofa he could already feel the bruises forming on his ass cheeks, his wrists bound in a vice grip with the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. It was too fucking hot for him to handle.

“Fuck, Deku! Izuku! Baby…Oh, fuck!”

“What, Kacchan?” Izuku dragged his hips back in an achingly slow arch, and then slammed back down again forcing a whine out of Katsuki.

“F-fuck…Izuku, I…I want…”

“Hmm~ What do you…want, baby? Say it.”

“I want– Fuck! I w-want…”

“Say it, Kacchan~”

Katsuki’s eyes rolled back in his head. He was so close already, but he struggled to push it down. Just a little longer.

“I want to fuck you.”

Izuku smirked and leaned in to bite at Katsuki’s neck, ripping another moan from him.

“What’s the magic word?”

“F-fuck!”

“Nu uh. That’s not the one~”

Katsuki grit his teeth and opened his eyes to stare into molten green. He was a proud man. He’d never begged for anything a day in his life. It was humbling, embarrassing…and so goddamn sexy.

“P-please, Izuku…”

One more roll and thrust.

“‘Please’ what, Katsuki?”

Fuck it!

Suddenly, Katsuki broke Izuku’s hold on his wrists, and reached down to grip him firmly by the thighs. He fell back a bit in surprise, but let out a loud yelp when Katsuki thrust up into him with full force. And Katsuki went to town.

Oh, this was what he’d longed to do the moment he’d set his eyes on Izuku that first time in the café. It was ecstasy to hear those sweet cries and moans, finally, as he filled him up and fucked into him in rough, fast strokes. It wasn’t long before his face was an absolute mess; tears gleaming at the corners of his eyes, drool trickling out of the corner of his mouth, his freckles contrasting against the dark red of his cheeks. He was fucking beautiful!

Izuku peaked at him from his teary eyes. “Y-you were…supposed to…beg, Kacchannn~ N-no fair…” he protested weakly. Katsuki smiled and kissed him passionately, suddenly lifting Izuku up from under his legs without pulling out. Izuku’s eyes flew open in shock, and he grabbed onto him in fear of falling back. “Wha-?!”

Katsuki ignored his confused cry and casually walked them over to Izuku’s bedroom, kicking the door open. He didn’t waste any time looking at the surroundings before laying Izuku down on the side of the bed, then continuing to fuck him from the edge. Izuku threw his head back and cried out loudly as Katsuki hit his prostate immediately from the new angle.

“That’s it, baby. My turn to hear those sweet sounds.” Katsuki growled.

“Why’d you…move us in here?”  

Katsuki kissed him again, pulling back to bite his lip tenderly.

“Because I don’t just want our first time to be getting freaky on the couch. I wanna do shit right with you, Izuku. I wanna make love to you in your bed.”

Izuku’s eyes widened and tears began to spill out.

Katsuki smiled warmly, his heart fluttering in response. Yeah…he was so fucking gone on Izuku. Ruined for anything or anyone else. Hell, if things had gone differently, there might’ve never been anyone else. But he couldn’t just leave it at that…too sappy. He was still Katsuki Bakugou, after all.

“…And my ass was starting to hurt. Your couch is fucking uncomfortable.” he finished with a sly grin.

Izuku broke out laughing, and Katsuki picked up the pace. He was so fucking close now.

“Deku…Come with me, ok?”

“Y-yeah, Kacchan! ‘M close!” Izuku panted, insides clenching down on Katsuki harder.

“Fuck! Fuck! Love you, Izuku! Fuckin’ love you!”

Izuku’s eyes widened. “Kacchan, love you! Ka– Coming~!”

Katsuki’s gut tightened and released as he filled up the condom, while Izuku came in between their abdomens, making a mess of them. But Katsuki didn’t care as he collapsed on top of Izuku afterwards.

They laid there for a few minutes in the quiet afterglow before Izuku spoke up.

“Well…That was hell of a first date…” he giggled into Katsuki’s chest, earning a snort from the blond as he carefully rolled off Izuku to lay next to him.

“You’re telling me. All according to your master plan, right?”

Izuku grinned and propped up on his elbow to look at Katsuki.

“Yup! ‘Seducing Kacchan 101’. An elective I’ve been waitlisted on for about 10 years. Think I got an ‘A’?”

Katsuki smirked. “If there was anything higher than an ‘A’, you’d get three grades above it.”

They both laughed and Izuku started lazily tracing the skeletal hand on Katsuki’s chest. He shut his eyes at the gentle sensation for a few peaceful minutes.

“So…you love me?”

Izuku’s voice sounded a little timid, and Katsuki looked over at him again.

“I know, fucking crazy right? Figured it out in high school. Never thought I’d be able to do anything about it. Tried to forget with others. Couldn’t really…but it helped pass the time, so there’s that.”

His voice had taken on a bitter edge, and Izuku brought his hand up to tenderly cup Katsuki’s cheek. “Hey, we’ll have plenty of chances to make up for lost time now. Ok, Kacchan?”

Katsuki turned into Izuku’s palm and kissed it, feeling the flutter of his pulse through the contact.

“Ok, Deku. And speaking of making up for lost time…”

Katsuki suddenly rolled over and pinned Izuku beneath him with a feral look.

“I still haven’t got that ‘little taste’ you mentioned earlier~”

…

Katsuki had to call into work the next day. Eijirou gave him shit about it for the fun of it, but definitely understood the need to rest up after the kinda session he and Izuku had the rest of the night. They had gone two more rounds, the last with Katsuki finally being able to experience that studded dick, and fuck was that something! But needless to say, his ass literally and figuratively needed a break after that.

The day after, when he came back to work, he was immediately bombarded by the sight of Denki being pinned against one of the tables by some random guy sticking his tongue down Denki’s throat. He charged over in a protective rage. “Hey! What the fuck, asshole?!” he shouted as he yanked the purple-haired creep off his friend.

Suddenly, Eijirou came around from the counter and pulled him off the guy. “Woah, Kat! Calm down a sec!”

“Fucking what?! That bastard was–!”

“He’s Denki’s boyfriend!”

Katsuki blinked. “…Hah?”

Eijirou nodded, grinning. “Yup! Apparently, our boy actually is Bi!”

“When the fuck did this happen?!”

“Apparently two days ago when Shinso came in to get coffee and you were out getting it on with Izuku.”

Katsuki looked between a smirking Eijirou, a flustered Denki, and a confused looking whoever-the-fuck. “No shit?”

Then the purple-haired guy, “Shinso”, spoke up suddenly. “Wait, ‘Izuku’? As in Izuku Midoriya?”

Then it clicked with Katsuki. This was the guy who dressed up with Izuku in that one picture. “Oh, shit. You’re Deku’s friend.”

Shinso blinked, and a slow smile spread across his face. “Only one person ever called him that. You’re ‘Kacchan’, then?”

Katsuki blushed a bit, then nodded.

“So, I take it you spent the other night with Izuku?”

Katsuki narrowed his eyes. “Yeah. And? Got a fucking problem?”

“No no. I’m just surprised you’re not dead, what with how much he’s wanted you since forever. That dude’s stamina is no fucking joke.”

Katsuki felt a twinge of jealousy bubble up. “And how the fuck do you know that?!”

Shinso rolled his eyes. “Calm down, Casanova. I was his dormmate in freshman year before he moved into the apartment. I saw the husks of the guys he’d ride to the brink of death. It takes a special skill to keep up with that kinda sex drive. Congratulations, I guess.”

Katsuki didn’t exactly like the way he spoke about Izuku, but as long as there wasn’t a past with this guy at least, he felt a little relieved.

“Whatever. Nice to meet ya, I guess. You better not fucking hurt Pikachu, or you’ll find out what would’ve happened if Ei hadn’t pulled me away just now.” Katsuki muttered, offering his hand.

Shinso smiled and took it, giving a few firm shakes. “Noted.”

He turned back to Denki as Katsuki went to officially get ready for his shift, Eijirou following behind, saying, “So, I take it you guys are together now! That’s great! You guys are a match made in heaven, huh?"

Katsuki thought over all the interactions with Izuku since this all started. The way he’d effortlessly tempted and seduced Katsuki with his body, words, and actions. The sexy, sinful looks he’d give him. The way he could nearly fuck the soul out of him like a damn succubus. Suddenly, the image of Izuku’s demon Halloween costume popped into his mind, and he grinned.

“Not exactly…”