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1. Flowers

“It can not be this serious.”

“It is definitely this serious.”

Kirishima wanted to spend his weekend just chilling. After a week long of nighttime shifts and endless paperwork, he was ready to sleep in with his girlfriend the rest of the weekend and laze around the city.

Instead, they watched Bakugou pick at flowers for at least 45 minutes at 6 AM. The blond meticulously inspected each and every petal of each and every flower of each and every bouquet. If one petal had a rip in it, or a slight discoloration, it was onto the next. He was pretty sure the florist was pissed at them by now.

It was an open market, so the wind was absolutely relentless today of course. The amount of people were sparse, cuz ya’know, it’s 6 fucking AM. But those still doing early morning shopping had the wonderful chance to spot three pro heroes, all out of their element.

Katsuki, just getting off an overnight 10 hour shift was still in his hero costume, black mask pushed back into a headband, although looking in a crisis. Eijirou and Mina were dressed haphazardly, half in casual clothing, half in outside clothing, in a rush to come over when Katsuki called him.

Mina lolled her head sleepily onto Eijirou’s shoulder. She wasn’t a morning person, and he wasn’t either. But when Katsuki frantically called him at 5:45 AM to come down to the market square for an emergency, he woke up right away and dragged Mina with him for the worst case scenario.

The said scenario? Bakugou having a love crisis.

The love crisis? Izuku Midoriya.

Eijirou tilted his head towards his girlfriend again. They’d been standing behind the blond for half an hour, helping him decide which bouquet Midoriya would like the most…well more like, Mina gave him pointers on flower love language and Eijirou was here for moral support. And physical support, Mina leaned almost her entire body weight against him.

“What kinda shit do you two do together?”

It only took nearly an hour for Katsuki to finally talk to him instead of untelling grunts. He sighed. It was too early to deal with a Bakubro breakdown.

“You know, the usual. Movies, dinner dates, picnics every once in a while. Sometimes we just sleep at home until noon. You know. Like past 6 AM. On weekends. In bed.”

“Hm.” Katsuki turned back to the bunches of flowers. Wow, this guy was in deep.

“Bakugouuu,” Mina whined. Looks like she had enough of standing in the cold air, half asleep, still in her leopard print pajama pants. The media would love a headline of this scene.

“Midoriya would love anything you get him. Can you pick a bouquet out already?”

“Can it, Pinky. These flowers have to knock Deku off his feet.” Katsuki squatted down and inspected a set of camellias.

Eijirou rubbed his eyes. He was still in his Crimson Riot tank and his hair was ungelled and down. “Dude, you literally bought him like, the most expensive thing imaginable. That hero suit is probably worth half of the city. I’m sure Midoriya is already knocked off his feet. Twice. Bro is still on the floor actually.”

“One for his Kacchan just existing and the other for his Kacchan getting him that suit.” Mina half-awake agreed. Katsuki didn’t even react to the satire his friends threw at him. He squinted closely at a bouquet, and finally picked it up. Thank God.

He held the bouquet gingerly in his hands so as not to crush it and walked up to the poor lady behind the stall who had been side-eyeing him for the better part of 30 minutes. Eijirou stared at him—holding those flowers was probably the gentlest Katsuki has ever been and will be. He grunted at the florist, “I want this one.”

And Eijirou just wanted to go back to bed.

--

“Kacchan!!”

Izuku shot up from his desk the second he heard the teacher lounge room slide open followed by incoherent cursing at Aizawa. He felt a little sorry for his former teacher, but immediately returned his attention to the angry blond at the door.

“‘Zuku,” Kacchan turned his head towards him, voice lacking the usual edge, “You ready to go?” It looked like he was holding something behind his back. If it wasn’t a summer day, Izuku might have noticed the slight redness on Kacchan’s face.

Izuku excitedly nodded and quickly stacked his graded papers in hand, shifting them to his left hand and picking up his costume case at the foot of his desk with his right. Katsuki stood patiently by the door, arms still behind his back. Once Izuku grabbed all his things, he waved goodbye to his teachers and approached Katsuki.

“Kacchan? Are you holding something?” Izuku tried to sneak a glance behind Katsuki, who slightly shifted over out of his line of view. So he was hiding something. It didn’t last long though, as Katsuki looked off to the side a little, brow furrowed.

“Tch. Here.”

And from behind his back Katsuki procured the most beautiful bouquet of flowers Izuku had ever seen in his life. Red, yellow, and white camellias flooded his vision and sense of smell. Izuku glanced at the assortment of flowers, then back to Katsuki, who was now looking towards the floor bashfully, red on his face now clearly visible.

Izuku could cry.

No, not right now. Izuku gently took the flowers into his hands, holding it as if Kacchan handed him the world. Katsuki looked tense and Izuku could almost miss the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, readily gauging Izuku’s reaction. He started to feel his own blood creeping up his skin. Izuku looked up to the waiting Kacchan and smiled.

“Thank you so much, Kacchan. They’re beautiful.”

He readjusted the items in his hands to better accommodate the bouquet and pecked a quick kiss on the blond’s cheek and walked past through the door, expecting him to follow.

“Come on! We don’t want to be late for patrol.”

When he didn’t hear the rush of footsteps behind him, Izuku looked back to see Katsuki standing still at the door, as well as the light sound of multiple voices giggling. The blond’s fists were clenched tightly and ears colored a hot pink. Izuku couldn’t see all of his face, but could probably assume Kacchan was a bit stunned by his quick display of affection. He turned back around fully to drag the Pro back to head towards the entrance of the school.

He smiled giddily, like a little kid on Christmas. He probably looked so stupid blushing over that.

And he would pretend like he didn’t hear the whistling of his former teachers still in the lounge room who witnessed their little moment, cheering the two disasters on, like they were still in a kiddy highschool romance.

--

Later that night, after finishing some paperwork, Kaminari hitched a ride, and leaned back into the comfy leather seats of the car and scrolled through his phone mindlessly before coming across the new thing he would tease Katsuki about today.

“Dude, you’re trending online right now.”

“Hahh?”

Denki zoomed in on the picture posted online. He chuckled a little and side-eyed the man in the driver’s seat.

“Who knew Kacchan was such a romantic? Getting that giant bouquet of flowers for Midoriya? There had to have been reporters and journalists stalking outside UA, man.” Katsuki just looked back at him for a second, the streets were relatively empty so late at night, but he wasn’t taking his attention off the road. He gripped the wheel a little tighter.

Denki held up his phone and read off the article headline, “Pro Hero Dynamight seen outside UA with Pro Hero Deku, arm around his shoulders and a bouquet of flowers in the UA teacher’s hand.” He lowered his phone and whistled, “Everyone is saying you’re such a sap.”

“Why the hell would that be trending?” Katsuki agitatedly asked. He turned the wheel and pulled into their apartment complex parking lot. It was specially made for Pro Heroes close to their agencies. He was ready to shower and just drop into bed. He didn’t care much for the hungry cultures known as the media.

“You should scroll through Twitter for a bit when you get back to your place. There’s a bunch of cute photos of you two.”

Well, maybe Katsuki would care about it for today.

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#1 Trending: Deku and Dynamight

#2 Trending: dynadeku

#3 Trending: bouquet

@pompompompuRIN02

HELLO??? DEKU AND DYNAMIGHT WALKING TOGETHER?? THE BOUQUET??? THE ARM AROUND HIS SHOULDER??? DYNAMIGHT IS SMITTENNN #dynadeku #bouquet

@mathy.aa

dynamight is def the type of loser to fake yawn and stretch his arm over deku, like some kinda cheesy romcom trope #dynadeku #myhero

@xqrfuji.wisteria1

Professional botanist here!! Dynamight picked up camellia flowers!! From the photo, it looks like they were red, white and yellow…they signify love perishing with grace, longing, and waiting…yeah bro is gone #botany #dynadeku #flowers #bouquet #flowerlanguage

@morphlaud67

god, unrelated to today’s events but deku going from his teacher fit to his hero suit is like in the top 5 hottest things ive ever seen #deku #myhero #fuckmeupdeku

@sacrasticwhore

God i want to be hero deku so bad…or dynamight…either one…god please reincarnate me now…flowers…bouquet…plaese #dynadeku #bouquet

@kazkazmonk4

the bouquet of flowers looks absolutely GORGEOUS, i think the florist he got it from is downtown Musutafu market square, shit is like mad expensive too btw #dynadeku #myhero #bouquet

@arimultiaria

yeah i saw Dynamight this morning when I was getting groceries, before going to the flower stand i saw him standing at a hero plush store for like a good 20 mins….deku and dynamight go off ig… #weknowwhatyouare #dynadeku

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  2. Photoshoot

Sero readjusted his intercoms before hearing a giant crash on the other end of it.

“Who was that? Dynamight, you good?”

“I think Bakugou took damage just thinking about Midoriya.” Jirou spoke into the comms. She was probably right.

Sero readjusted his earpiece again and spoke in it, “Dude, are you good?”

He sat down on the ledge of a building following finishing up the last bits of cleaning up a bank robbery. It was frankly just petty theft, no need for a bunch of Pros to swing by. He finished the job in under 30 minutes before taking a midday break resting on the rooftops of the city. Then he heard a giant crash from his patrol buddies.

“I’ll bet you 900 yen it was because of Midoriya.” Jirou spoke.

“When is it not Midoriya?” Tokoyami spoke up. As reserved as he was, even he was speaking up about Bakugou’s infatuation. Tokoyami paused for a second and followed up his rhetoric.

“...1200 yen it’s because of Midoriya’s new photoshoot.”

Uraraka’s cheery voice came on next, “Oh yeah! I totally forgot about that thing, he had to skip our Sunday lunch to do that. What did he model for again?”

“The new Junya Watanabe Hero Collab Nightfall theme. I have to say it was surprising, but very pleasing, to see him present in that line.”

“You’re only saying that ‘cuz you like darkness and doom and black outfits.”

“Revelry in the dark.”

Sero sighed as he listened to his friends’ banter and scanned the area in case of any other villains on the block, he seemed to be in the safe. He then realized that Bakugou hadn’t spoken since the crash on his end of the comms. He tuned back in.

“Hey Bakugou, you still alive? That crash wasn’t actually a villain right?”

Everyone on the line went silent, followed by the muffled rustling and cursing of a gruff voice. Yup, Bakugou was still alive.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m breathing Tape Arms…just got distracted.” Sero almost couldn’t hear the last part the blond mumbled.

The mic peaked as Uraraka screamed, “Oh my god, it’s definitely Deku!” “Shut it, Round Face!”

“Bakugou, if I may interrupt,” Todoroki’s monotone voice came on the line, “I just saw you blast across the street chasing a purse snatcher, turn to a billboard that was screening Midoriya’s outfit line, and then go face first into a brick building.”

“...Pft–”

The line went quiet for a grand total of two seconds before erupting in laughter. Every single person on comms was probably getting weird looks on their patrol routes from laughing so hard at seemingly nothing. Yeah, no way they were letting Katsuki live this one down.

And no one would tell him later that day how news reports all over the city questioned why Pro Hero Dynamight seemingly ran face first into a brick wall, accidentally letting a small-time thief get away even if they got caught later.

--

Katsuki buried his face into this week’s new fashion magazine for probably 40 minutes now. He was never one to care much about fashion or the new styles. Sure, his parents were in the fashion industry, constantly insisting he try on their new designs, hell, he even modelled for them. But to be honest, he never cared much for that aspect of his life; it was just another thing his parents made him do.

But God, he never cared more about fashion than right now.

“Your pathetic is showing, and it is not a good look.”

Round Face spoke to him; he basically forgot she was sitting across from him. Katsuki finally looked up from the magazine to throw her a mix of the most annoyed and glowering look. She was unphased, taking a bite out of her crunchy mochi crackers and sipping her tea. Fucker.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you haven’t said anything to me in almost an hour, despite it being our lunch break. Also you haven’t touched your dessert yet.” She paused, “...Can I eat it?”

Katsuki grunted and buried his nose back into the fashion issue.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

He let go of one end of the magazine and pushed his matcha Yokan dessert towards her, and immediately reattached his hand to the coated, glossy paper. The silence stretched between them, but it was comfortable, amiable silence. They both respected each other to a high degree, and often patrolled together during weekdays. That being said,

“Degenerate.”

“Bitch.”

“Pervert.”

“Fatass.”

“Yeah, like you aren’t looking at one right now.”

Katsuki spared her a glance up from the paper, he was met with equally determined brown eyes that stared into his soul. Yeah, sometimes she could throw back the shit he dealt out. She mixed her tea again and spoke again.

“I normally wouldn’t mind us having a wordless break, since we do that all the time. But seeing you stare at the entire modeling line of Deku’s photoshoot is behavior even I’m gonna call out, ‘cuz you’ve been staring at that for 45 minutes now.”

Katsuki flipped to the next page. He did not acknowledge anything she just said. Ochako thought a bit and smiled evilly. She wrapped her fingers around her teacup and leaned forward. She knew whatever Katsuki was looking at, she knew a better place to get pictures.

The past weekend, Deku had run a photoshoot of a new clothing line his PR managers practically begged him to do. But, known well amongst Class 1A, he was a total klutz in front of the camera. It was his PR team which convinced him to do the shoot, and it was successful if Ochako said so herself.

Everyone expected something fun and cheerful for Hero Deku’s re-entrance into the media spotlight, and positively shocked the country with his chosen collaboration of the Nightfall theme collection of clothing from the Watanabe line. It was mostly dark colored clothing, with tasteful leather, both tight and loose clothing, with splashes of bright jewelry and shiny material here and there.

And currently, Bakugou Katsuki was staring at one of the photos with Izuku showing the most amount of skin. Fucking pervert.

She wouldn’t lie to herself, Ochako found Izuku cute for a good bit of high school, and would still call him so. His rounded eyes and freckles brought out that adorable side of him, balancing with his toned body. Adulthood, along with his scars, leveled it up even more. So, she couldn’t blame Bakugou for staring at the image of Izuku with a black sleeveless turtleneck, running seamlessly into baggy pants that reached into the leather demonia combat boots with his signature bits of red etched into them. His arms were showing, posed in a way that showed off his shoulder and hand scars the most. Glints of silver jewelry emphasized his features: silver necklaces around his collarbone, a few rings around his fingers, and subtle silver piercings in his ears. He was standing with his hands on his hips, the shot taken from a back angle, Izuku looking over his shoulder. The directors dolled him up a little as well, tending to his curls to make them swoop in a certain way, and added light makeup to emphasize his eyes. It was cute, it was hot, it was also gooner material for Bakugou.

But what the blond didn’t know was that this was the slightly censored version of the photoshoot. Ochako knew of another smaller set of photos that was set to release a bit later than the current magazine, and the theme of that particular shoot was ‘backless’. As in, showing even more skin. She leaned forward with a smug grin.

“What if I told you there are shots from the editor’s cut?”

Katsuki looked back up again, looking like he was paying more attention. Ochako decided to hit a home run.

“And I have them. More pictures of Deku that didn’t make it into the magazine, but in the line’s backless pieces exclusive edition they’re not releasing for a while.” She emphasized the words to dig deep into Katsuki.

Katsuki slammed the magazine shut. About time, he was staring at that thing for way longer than what was socially acceptable. Katsuki locked his eyes on her like a predator who just found his perfect prey. She knew exactly how to get him like this. She stretched her palm out triumphantly.

“Cough up, Mr. Yearner.”

“Fuck you.”

Katsuki begrudgingly took out his wallet, sifted through it for a few seconds, and loaded Ochako’s hand with the fattest stack of bills she’s ever seen at once. She won and smiled back up at him.

“I’ll send those over to you right now.”

–-

Izuku didn’t know how to feel on Sunday.

It was normal as usual. Wake up, make breakfast, work out for a bit, make sure his lesson planning is all caught up, Sunday lunch with Ochako, patrol for the rest of the afternoon, come home, make dinner with Kacchan, and go to bed. It was all routine in his head.

But when his PR manager asked him to model for a new line of clothing which wanted to collaborate with, he was hesitant about adding another thing to his schedule. One, he was already extremely busy, and two, he was notoriously known for being awkward on camera. Somehow, his manager still convinced him.

“Midoriya, please, this will be great for twitter tags.”

“I don’t know…”

“Okay, All Might bomber jacket that—”

“I’ll do it.”

Sometimes, he marvelled at the fact that he himself could fold so easily.

And now, it was like anywhere he walked in the city, every block he turned, it was a giant billboard or screening or magazine cover of himself, facing the world. It was initially unsettling at first, after all, who wouldn’t be unsettled seeing their face plastered everywhere? And for a clothesline as well, showing off his body to the world.

The Nightfall Hero Collab theme he did with the Watanabe clothing line had been a huge success, although a little embarrassing on his part. Izuku never did any sort of campaigns or work which involved him showing his face more than a few press conferences or mandatory hero ranking events. He was awkward and stiff on camera.

So when his manager had informed him the public was taking very well to his photoshoot, Izuku couldn’t be happier, and internally let out a breath of relief he didn’t know he’d been holding for a week.

But what really threw him off guard was the fact that, apparently, almost every store and stand his shoot was being featured at was sold out. Some of them were even completely out of stock to the point that customers would line up the door the next day just to get their hands on a new, freshly delivered copy. The response back from the public, although extremely positive, scared him a little. He was never one to care about his looks, as plain as he thought he was. But nevertheless, it made him extremely happy.

And then his PR manager told him it wasn’t the customers buying all the features.

Well, it technically was. The people still bought it, sold out the stores, yes, but Hana, his manager, said that for some stores, it was just one person who bought out the entire store.

Heroes, like normal celebrities, had their fair share of insane fans. Stalkers were never really that prevalent or worrisome for them, though, since it was basically their job to fend off villains (in this case, weirdos, Izuku supposes). But this level of fan was scary, even for him, and Izuku would buy out any All Might merch as soon as it was available. Figurines, posters, shirts, pencils, even the most obscure things.

But just one person? Buying out an entire store full of his magazine shoot? Multiple stores?

Yeah, that had to be stalker-ish right?

It was to the point even his mother had a hard time getting a copy. His poor mom called him the day of when the magazine was released, and asked if they were selling in the city, because she, for the life of her, could not find a physical piece. Izuku was confused, but visited her in person and gave her one after that call.

Definitely not the backless set though—that one was for next month’s exclusive shoot, which he hoped would then sell out, so his mom wouldn’t have to see something so embarrassing.

“Midoriya, why are you so jittery?”

Ah right, back to the present. He was having lunch with Shouto and Ochako.

“Uh, sorry about that. Was just thinking of something...” He poked at his pasta numbingly. He had missed his and Ochako’s weekly Sunday meet last week for the photoshoot, so he decided to treat her to a fancier lunch today at a Western restaurant. Shouto had been nearby on break, so he welcomed himself into the restaurant when he saw them through the window.

“Hm. Is it perhaps your magazine cover?”

Damn Shouto and his perceptiveness. Izuku looked back up from his plate towards his friends. Shouto looked as passive as ever while Ochako sported a smug, maybe slightly evil grin on her face as she dug back into her food.

“If you’re concerned about how it came out, I can assure you that you are, objectively, very attractive.”

“Objectively,” Uraraka said.

“This is not influenced by personal feelings or bias. I swear. You are, objectively, very hot, Midoriya.”

Way to go Shouto, always making sure Izuku had confidence in himself.

“Thanks Shouto, but that’s not really why I’ve been jittery…Have you guys been able to get any copies of that magazine by the way?”

Ochako slurped up the final bits of her pasta and refocused her attention on him, “Yeah, I nabbed one right before they started selling out like crazy.” She moved her plate to the side and started on her second portion, “Seems like nobody can get one these days.”

“Same here, my agency actually distributed them out to the heroes working that day.” Okay, weird, Izuku would dig into that another time as to why Shouto’s agency was straight up handing out his photos, whatever.

“But that’s the problem, it’s only been four days.”

“Okay…” Shouto trailed on, “What’s the problem?”

“The problem is that they’re selling too well!”

Ochako picked up her fork again and Izuku noticed that she looked a little uneasy. “Hehe, that…might’ve been my fault,” She veered her eyes to the side, nervously smiling, “It’s okay Deku, the person buying out all those copies isn’t a weirdo stalker fan or anything, just a guy with a lot of money.”

“Wait, what do you mean it’s your fault?” Izuku was confused now, “Also, you know the person single handedly buying out all these copies?”

“Ohhh, that’s what this is about.” Shouto crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. “Don’t worry about it, Midoriya.”

“What?! You know who it is too?”

“When you get home today, you should probably check the news or social media.”

--

#1 Trending: FREAK

#2 Trending: heromag

#3 Trending: SOLDOUT

@creedread__

Anyone able to get a deku magazine copy recently??? i found out kinda late abt it and i knew that people would flock to get them, but im literally going to the stores everyday after work to get them and i couldnt manage to get a single one??? Like hello?? #soldout?? #heromag #myhero

@shinorinaxah2384

(reply to creedread__): yeah me neither, i had to take a train a city out to get my hands on a copy…idk why,,but i mean hey, he does look good #soldout #heromag #myhero #deku

@meineiersaddamhusseinversteck

OH MY GODD GUYS I KNOW WHY, MY FRIEND SNAPPED THIS PICC THIS MORNING ITS DYNAMIGHT HES BUYING OUT THE FUCKINGG MAGZAINESS

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AT LIKE 6 AM???? #dynadeku #FREAK #heromag #soldout #iknowwhatyouare #myhero

@inertiax70square_

there is actually NO WAY this man is real

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@chae-oun44

if he isn’t like this then what’s the point 😞😞may god bless me in my next life #myhero #dynadeku #soldout #freak

@crimsonriotsleftbuttcheek

NAHHH yall are straight up detectives or sum shi HOW do you even see that’s dynamight, bro is wearing all black he does NOT want to be caught #myhero #dynamight #heromag

@teto_neru_miku

mf already sees deku all day??? What he need all those damn copies for?? Is he gonna build a fort?? lemme have one oh my god #heromag #myhero #soldout #FREAK #dynadeku #pathetic

 Izuku closed the app. Yeah, that’s enough social media for today. He held his phone to his chest, as if he was calming his heart.

Even under the black mask, cap, and hoodie, he would recognize those red eyes and slight peeks of tufts of blond hair anywhere. He can’t believe Kacchan was the one buying out all of his magazine copies!

But what does he even need that many for? They’re all the same version with the same photos. He felt himself flush up a little just thinking about it. He opened up his call app and clicked on Ochako’s contact. She picked up after just three rings,

“Did you see it on Twitter yet?” She got straight to the point, assuming what he was ready to ask her about.

“Yeah…is he actually buying every single one? Why?”

“Hahah… soo… I might’ve told him you had a backless set and offered to give it to him. I didn’t. I think he’s been raiding the city the past week to see if there’s a physical copy of it since I won’t give him the exclusive ones.”

“Ochako!” Izuku blushed wildly and sat up straight at his desk, “All those copies are expensive!”

“Woah, woah, why are you pointing this at me,” Izuku could hear the slight playfulness in her voice, “Bakugou is the one willingly spending all his money on your photos. It’s like a legal, slightly less degenerate version of OnlyFans.”

“But…you know…Kacchan gets like this whenever there’s any media of me…”

“Sounds like a Bakugou problem.”

Izuku smacked his head into his desk and groaned. Kacchan and Ochako, as much as they respected each other and hung out, were always at each other’s throats for these dumb things. Well, more like Kacchan trying to choke Ochako (all bark, no bite), and Ochako was actively instigating it through teasing and dumb encouragement (all bite, all bark). They were like the world’s most annoying pair of siblings Izuku would have to babysit if all three of them ever hung out. It was always full of pushing, teasing, poking, pranking, yelling, and competition.

“Besides, why are you so worried about it? You know Bakugou definitely has the money for this,” Ochako giggled into the speaker, “I bet he’s about to break any minute now though, he’s been ripping up this city for a while. I got a call from Iida that he had to drag Bakugou out of the modeling agency for yelling at them to give him the piece early.”

God, the All Might bomber jacket was not worth it.

“Sooo…we still up for patrol tomorrow?” Ochako turned back the conversation.

“Mmm, yeah, I’ll see you then. Goodnight ‘Chako.”

“Goodnight Deku!”

The line ended and Izuku sank back into his cushioned chair and rubbed his hands into his face in exasperation. He felt a slight blush creeping up his skin at the fact Kacchan was so loud about his support for Deku, no matter what it was. He sighed.

He’d have to give Kacchan the backless set tomorrow, just to make sure he didn’t spend anymore money on the same magazine.

  3. Rainfall

The stage was bright, blindingly bright, Shinsou decided. It did not help that he hadn’t seen a wink of sleep in 2 days.

Oh well, cons of being a hero. He signed up for this shit.

He wasn’t on stage or anything, hell, he didn’t think anybody needed to be on stage. But for whatever reason, it was still annoyingly bright, full of grand, warm lighting to match the extravagance of the party.

Hero Galas were another con of his job. He did not sign up for this shit.

He sipped another bit of his purple Curacao mocktail. He would not drink any alcohol tonight, no thank you. He had been blessed with a case debriefing the next morning, and would love to not be hungover and tired. He could be one or the other, but it would be neither tonight. He knew how hard his hangovers could hit the next morning, as did the rest of his friends. Being adults and heroes meant they were allowed to make bad decisions and not be kidnapped or mugged or something on the way home. Even buzzed and out of it, they could take down anyone if they actually locked in for two seconds. That was a pro of their job.

Standing around a bunch of nicely-dressed, rich sponsorship businessmen and women, on the other hand, was not. Hitoshi looked around the party, everyone was dressed to a T, including the heroes attending themselves, suits and dresses everywhere. The event was more of a formality, if anything. Heroes would interact and talk to these campaigners and sponsors and hopefully would help raise money for foundations, quirk counseling, and quirk research.

They were gathered in a large hall with a glass dome atop, somewhere in the city, Hitoshi didn’t really know (his friends sent him an address, a dress code, and he just showed up). It was obviously, lavishly decorated, made of marble, carved to perfection and dark maroon carpets were everywhere, with light gold lining everything, and somehow, didn’t look tacky.

Hitoshi’s plan was just to stand around the hall for maybe like an hour max, until he would decide that he had made enough of an appearance (showing up was already enough of an appearance for him) as a hero attending and then go home and play with his cats until he fell asleep, or didn’t fall asleep. It depended on if his body would like to screw him over tonight. He just wanted peace and quiet, no distractions.

And Hitoshi was almost able to ignore the tufts of green hair that approached him if he tried hard enough.

“Shinsou!”

Dammit.

He turned himself towards the source of the voice, he already knew who it was though. One of the main organizers of the party, Izuku Midoriya, approached him. He didn’t hate Midoriya, of course not, but Hitoshi had learned over the years that Midoriya had a high social battery, especially for anything Hero-related, which hey, just his luck, was the reason why they were all here tonight.

He steeled himself for a conversation with the shorter hero, and would himself do a double take of Midoriya’s outfit for the night, if it were not for the unignorable, taller blond hero attached to him at the hip. No, literally, Bakugou had his hand on Midoriya’s hip, the other in his pocket, looking ever so slightly peeved as they approached Hitoshi. Great.

Meh, he would try to piss off Bakugou anyways, why not?

He ran his eyes over Midoriya, all smiles, as usual. He had a pretty green waistcoat piece on that matched his hair, with black accents outlining the sides of the piece, very reminiscent of the rectangular designs on the waist of his hero costume. Instead of a tie around his neck, Izuku sported a criss-cross thread design covering the collarbone of the top of his body where the undershirt ended. He had sleek black pleated slacks on and of course, signature red shoes, somehow spruced up to look a little more professional. It was the perfect blend of his hero costume and professional show. And if Shinsou looked hard enough, he could see a decorated black choker with an orange X straight in the middle.

Hitoshi looked back to Katsuki, unimpressed. The blond wore a tailored suit, obviously made by his parents. He had a plain, but well-fitted dark red dress shirt and black tie, which had his signature orange X running through the top half of it. His belt, which had bits of orange and green, supposed to look like his utility belt and grenades on his costume, held up similar professional black slacks. Katsuki was also decorated with accenting jewelry. It wasn’t obnoxious or tacky looking on him, somehow always pulling it off. He had subtle silver bracelets and necklaces on him, which was barely covered by the black suit jacket loosely resting on his shoulders, with two small but stand-out orange dots on the left flap of the suit. And of course, his signature jagged black, orange-rimmed flare shaped protrusions from his mask; it was a much smaller design, cuffed to his ears, sans the mask covering his eyes. His fit was more low-key, but a good mix of his hero persona and professional world too.

God, Hitoshi hated Hero Galas. Too many sweats.

--

As Izuku and Katsuki approached Shinsou, Katsuki already felt himself scowling harder, brows drawn in more.

It already didn’t help that he had to spend his Friday night at some poshy party, having to act for these rich assholes in order to not throw face. It was only the promise of going home with Deku after the party, hanging out at his apartment and watching some shitty movie that kept him grumbling, but not snapping the entire night.

That didn’t mean he agreed to interact with anyone else though.

Honestly, Katsuki didn’t have a problem with Shinsou. He was fine, respectable enough as a hero and human being. That was about it. The purple-haired fucker always threw Katsuki off a little with his bluntness and the eyebags reminiscent of Aizawa’s. He did appreciate the resolve he had to jump from General Studies to Hero Course even with a more ‘villainous’ quirk though. He could understand why Izuku considered him a good friend.

“Shinsou!”

Oh good fucking god.

“Midoriya, Bakugou. Good to see you tonight.”

If Katsuki wasn’t getting slightly dizzy, he would’ve swore he saw the brainwasher take a rollover of Deku with his lazy eyes. He wanted to punch him and leave already.

“It’s good to see you here, too. Everything okay with your recent mission?”

“Just got back yesterday, it wasn’t anything special. Some amateur drug ring we busted, and we have a debriefing at ass o’clock tomorrow morning. Can’t drink.” He took another sip of what Katsuki assumed to be a mocktail, then.

“Agghh, I wish I could’ve been there to see it!” Izuku whined, “Underground hero work is always so interesting to see.”

“It’s not as cool as you think, honestly. There’s a lot of sitting around in silence and camping out in the dark.”

It was a bunch of back and forth of hero work, their personal lives, and random bullshit that had happened in the past month. Katsuki didn’t say anything the entire time, just kept one hand on Izuku’s hip that was slowly tightening during the whole conversation, and the other in his pocket as he hunched over in Deku’s space. He was just here to make sure the nerd didn’t spend too much time all on one person. He had to make his rounds around the party as the main organizer for show, but in reality, he knew Deku would talk his ear off about anything and everything to anyone at the party, especially friends he hadn’t seen in a while.

It must’ve been at least 10 minutes of them talking before Katsuki gently nudged Izuku with his shoulder. He tugged on his waistcoat lightly, as indication they had to keep moving and talking to people (correction, Izuku talks, Katsuki keeps them on schedule). Izuku seemed to get the memo and almost immediately shut up after Hitoshi finished talking about his two cats, Gumi and Rumi.

“It was so nice getting to catch up, y’know? But I have to keep moving, talking to everyone at the party is a part of my job.”

“Yeah, yeah, no sweat Midoriya. Seems like Bakugou was about to explode from it any minute longer he’s around me.”

Yeah, he fucking was.

He glanced up at Katsuki and smirked ever so slightly and went back to Izuku, “Lunch next weekend?” Oh this motherfucker.

“Looking forward to it!”

Shinsou flashed an amused look at the couple as they walked away to another group of people. Maybe he’d have a smidge of alcohol tonight.

--

“God, that took too fucking long.” Katsuki leaned back into the leather seats of the car. Immediately after the party, he and Izuku had changed into more casual clothing and he called a private cab to get them home as fast as possible. But not before Izuku had shyly asked him if they could get snacks from the convenience store at the corner of their block before heading back. And so of course Katsuki sternly told the driver to change direction.

“Ugh, tell me about it. That felt more draining than a full day of patrol and teaching.” Katsuki glanced an eye at Izuku, who now wore a baggy Dynamight sweater and gray shorts. He looked like he just got out of bed, almost.

He ruffled his curls.

Okay, now he looks like he just got out of bed. Izuku looked up at him.

“What do you wanna do when we’re back?”

“It’s late, let’s just put on a movie and go the fuck to sleep.” Katsuki muttered, he wasn’t wrong, it was late. For him at least, 11 PM was late, way past his sleep time. But, it was a Saturday tomorrow, and if he was with Izuku the night before, he would always sleep in a little.

“Mmm..sounds good.” Izuku leaned his head on Katsuki’s shoulder, obviously tired from the day, as social as he was.

--

“No.”

“But-”

“No!”

“I-”

“NO.”

Izuku held the bag of chips in his hands, looking up in defiance in a pout. Katsuki crossed his arms and looked at him judgingly, slightly scowling. They were at a standstill.

“We are not paying that much for a fucking bag of chips.”

“But it’s hero themed! There’s a trading card inside!”

“Well no wonder it’s so pricey!”

Their basket was already filled to the brim with snacks, shit, Katsuki would never eat on any other day or occasion. He allowed all the things he wouldn’t normally eat when he had late movie nights with Deku: spicy chips, candies, pop drinks, flavored bread buns, chocolates, god, he let himself buy Izuku those two-cup mochi ice cream packets because he wanted to share together.

“We already have enough shit,” Katsuki held up the basket full of snacks in his right hand, “switch it out with something else or put it back.”

“Pleasseee Kacchan?” Great, Izuku resorted to begging now. “We can share, I’ve seen this one being advertised a lot! It’s gonna be good!”

“No,” Katsuki stood firm, he already followed Izuku around the gala all day (that was completely his decision, Izuku did not ask him to do that). Normally, he might’ve said yes, but he was tired, and grumpy, and would not let dumb Deku eat more junk than he had to.

“I’m not letting you ingest more manufactured shit than what we already have. If you’re really that hungry, I can cook you—”

A sudden warmness met his mouth. Izuku quickly leaned up and pecked him on the lips. Katsuki’s entire body locked up, not expecting that.

He didn’t even register the smaller boy quickly snatching the basket of snacks from his hand and scurrying to the front of the store to pay.

Katsuki stood there, the blood slowly rushing to his face, as he dumbly stood in the middle of a chip aisle in his hoodie and sweats. He finally gathered himself enough to squat down to the floor, sinking down and resting his arms on his knees, hiding his face and pulling up his hood.

God, Deku would be the death of him.

--

“Aw man, it’s raining.” Izuku held his hand out to test the intensity of the rain. It was pouring and dark out, wonderful.

Maybe it was for the best, so Izuku couldn’t see how pathetically pink Katsuki still was. The hoodie he was wearing was definitely not enough to keep in all the heat he was radiating off of him. He held the bag of snacks in his left hand and Izuku’s hand in his right.

“Tch. Can’t believe you pulled that shit on me.” Really, Katsuki couldn’t believe Izuku would stoop that low. The hero beside him just giggled a little and tightened his grip on his hand. He loved being able to hold Izuku’s hand; he would never take that privilege for granted again.

“Hehe, you liked it.”

“Never said I didn’t.” Katsuki muttered into his hoodie; the blood in his face was finally starting to die down as he realized how damn cold it was. Rain fucking sucked. Izuku turned his attention back to their current dilemma.

They were currently standing under the overhang of the convenience store. Of course, the place was sold out of disposable umbrellas for them to use. Katsuki’s apartment was just about a hundred meters down the block. They would get wet, definitely, the rain was pouring down, but they could still sprint in hopes to get back to his warm apartment faster.

The city was still bright, signs still flashing bright colors and buildings with lights still on. Cars honked loudly in traffic as the rain hit their windows. There were a few people on the sidewalks too, but all sensibly walking around with umbrellas, quickly trying to get to dry areas in restaurants, bars, and convenience stores like them. They glanced at each other.

“Run it?”

“Run it.”

They would have to be careful. They didn’t want to slip and crack their heads on concrete. But they did jog fast enough in hopes to get to their destination faster.

And then Katsuki stepped on the first puddle.

He immediately cringed. Another reason he hates the rain—wet socks and shoes were not his thing. He hated wet clothing and wet hair, feeling like a soggy cat as he dragged himself and the extra water weight on his feet. It felt like every other step he took was into a puddle. He looked beside him, and it seemed like Deku was struggling with the same thing. The difference was that Katsuki had switched out of his dress shoes for the night, but Deku decided to keep his ugly red sneakers on for convenience (he still has no idea how that was allowed to be worn as formal clothing). He quickly made up his mind.

“Deku, hold this for a second.” Katsuki shoved the bag of snacks into Izuku’s hands, who was surprised by the sudden action. He turned to Katsuki in confusion, as they were both getting more soaked by the second from the rain.

“Kacchan, what are you DO—?!”

Katsuki bent his knees a little and picked up Izuku from his legs, carrying him in a straight lift and leaning the nerd slightly over his shoulder. Izuku, out of instinct, steadied himself on Katsuki’s shoulders, surprised from being lifted into the air so suddenly. He squeaked.

“K-Kacchan?”

He almost forgot about the bag of snacks in his hands and readjusted quickly as Katsuki lightly jogged and carried both of them through the puddles and rain, quickly reaching his apartment in seconds.

Izuku was glad it was dark and rainy, Kacchan wouldn’t be able to see the slight blush in his face when he put him down and walked into his apartment.

--

Katsuki’s alarm blared loudly.

“Jesus fuck-”

He fumbled around the top of the blankets a little before finding his phone and slamming his hand on the snooze button with more force than necessary. He grumbled a little and resettled himself back into bed, nuzzling his face into green curls. But then his phone just kept on ringing. He just woke up, and was already scowling.

The curtains of his room were still drawn together, only one stream of the late morning rays pouring in on them, but it was still relatively dark. Katsuki picked up his phone and was immediately blinded by the eye-straining blue screen as he scrolled through the massive onslaught of messages he was getting from his news app, social media apps, his friends, and, was that his fucking mom?

He glanced at the time: 9:23 AM, yeah, way too fucking early for this. He didn’t get up usually until 11 whenever he hung out late with Deku.

He did, indeed, feel like shit. Against his better judgement, Izuku had somehow weasled him into eating two bags of chips, a pack of sour candies, and the shared mochi cup he reluctantly ate from Izuku’s plastic fork. They both fell asleep to the second or third shitty documentary in the night, maybe around 3 AM. Katsuki probably passed out first on the couch, and assumed Deku carried him to bed and curled up there with him.

Anyways, back to his notifications.

Yeah, what the hell?

He checked the app with the most notifications: Twitter.

Big mistake.

It’s like every single person in the world threw their comments and tweets at his face at once; his inbox was absolutely flooded with tweets tagging him and Deku. He checked the tags.

Ah shit, right, they were in public last night. And surprisingly, it wasn’t because of the Hero Gala, where nation-wide, well acclaimed heroes, investors, and rich businesses were.

No, it was because of his little rain stunt he pulled last night.

He felt Izuku ever so slightly shift under him.

“Mmmf, Kacchan?” Izuku mumbled into his chest, “Whatcha doing?”

Katsuki closed the app, muted everything, turned off the snooze, and threw the phone across to the edge of the bed. He wrapped his arms around Izuku again and resettled himself back in the blankets. Their bodies were facing each other, Izuku’s head under Katsuki’s chin, with Izuku’s ear to Katsuki’s chest. It was their favorite cuddling position.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. Just go back to sleep ‘Zuku.”

“Mmmkay..”

--

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  4. School Shenanigans

Katsuki was never gonna drink again.

He told himself that everytime, and everytime he did, it felt like he would drink twice as hard the next time. And then the cycle repeats.

There were reasons he didn’t get drunk often.

One, he was a damn good hero, and he wouldn’t let a hangover stop him from being the best at his job. He had an embarrassingly low alcohol tolerance and would get tipsy in just two drinks or so.

Two, he did a lot of stupid shit while drunk. Memories of going on missions slightly buzzed, and then rewatched from Eijirou’s fucked up phone screen would remind him that he did extremely out of character things when drunk. One time, he did shots with Kaminari and Jirou, and ended up in an omelet cooking contest with them until 4 AM. So being drunk would make him make a lot of dumb decisions, most of which he had to deal with the consequences of the next day. He woke up in a living room full of omelets on every plate he owned. At least he didn’t need to worry about breakfast.

Katsuki was slumped face-down on his couch. He did not remember jack shit from yesterday. They finished a debriefing late in the morning and, to celebrate a mission gone well, Shitty Hair and Pinky dragged him to a little get-together at a small izakaya serving delicious grilled meats and lots, and lots of alcohol; they were all still in their hero suits. Needless to say, he got drunk pretty quickly. But he would never remember what shit he got himself into yesterday. He didn’t day-drink, almost never. But his agency had him take a mandatory week off after finishing the case, so he decided to let himself be dragged to this little party that day. And then they ended up drinking all afternoon. And then god knows what happened after that.

It had to have been mid-afternoon by now. Katsuki slowly rolled his head sideways from the armrest of his sofa and fumbled around for his phone. He finally got a hold of it and readied himself for the bright blue RF rays to destroy his eyes. He tapped his screen once. Twice. Darkness.

Yeah, his phone was dead.

He threw it across the floor and turned his face back into the armrest. Then he heard several muffled groans from his floor. He forgot that he went drinking with others yesterday.

“Dude, I’m never drinking again,” Eijirou spoke from the floor, covering his eyes with his forearm. He was still in his shirtless hero getup, at least with pants on, which probably had one too many alcohol stains from last night. That meant Katsuki probably didn’t change out of his costume either. Gross.

“I second that,” a flat voice spoke. Holy fuck, did he let Half-n-Half into his apartment? “I don’t regret spending all that money though.”

“You and your Dad’s credit card, ‘Roki…God, what did we do yesterday?” That was probably Sero’s buzzed ass voice.

“Ugghhhh..can you guys shut up for two seconds, sound is like quadruple amplified for me..” That was Jirou, did he even do the case mission with her?

“Oh my god, we should’ve invited Yaomomo, she would’ve made sure we didn’t overdo it.”

“False, she would’ve downed a tequila and started egging us on.”

“I need to go puke this up or something..” “Too late, Uraraka’s already spilling her guts out in the bathroom,” how many fucking people were in Katsuki’s apartment?

“Ah man, Mina’s gonna kill me! I promised her we’d hang out after her shift yesterday!”

At that, Katsuki let out a loud, annoyed groan and tried to merge himself with his couch. “Will you all shut up already, and preferably, get out of my place,” he pushed himself more into the seat cushions, “I don’t wanna deal with you fuckers for the rest of the day.” His apartment reeked of alcohol and sweat.

“Haha, Kacchan’s got a massive hangover.” Good fucking god, Dunce Face was here too. “He got a shitty alcohol tolerance…oh wow, I’m nauseous..”

Kacchan has a low alcohol tolerance. Yeah, so what if he did?

Kacchan has a low alcohol tolerance.

Kacchan.

Kacchan.

“SHIT!” Katsuki jumped up from his couch, already fully awake, every fucker on his floor started groaning from the sudden outburst of noise. “I have to fucking pick Deku up today!”

“Ohhh my god…shut up bro..” Kaminari whined as he tried to reach for his phone.

“Wait Midoriya is teaching today? Is UA open on weekends now too?”

“We drank on a Thursday, Ei.”

“Ughhhhh…someone revive AFO and have him end me now.”

Katsuki jumped from his couch, now slightly out of his alcohol stupor and carefully maneuvering through all the half-dead drunks across his apartment with his blurry vision (he’s pretty sure he stepped on Sero’s hand and Todoroki’s leg by accident).

He grabbed whatever black leather jacket was on his counter, his keys, dead phone, and a bag of Izuku’s favorite snacks from his fridge he prepared a few days before. He took a quick glance at his kitchen clock: 3:26 PM.

UA, if anything had changed in the years Katsuki had graduated from there, did cleanups at 3:30 and everyone was dismissed at 4, officially. There were afterschool clubs and tutoring of course, and students would hang out or train with each other at the school gyms. But Deku always had students rushing up to him, asking about homework, the material, his hero work, how his damn day was. It was so easy to reach their teachers now because of the on-campus dorms, even though Izuku passed on those. Those kids were attached to him until they were forcibly dragged back via curfew call or Izuku’s hero work.

And if Katsuki wanted a chance to talk to him before he was swarmed by students, he needed to get his ass out the door now.

--

He slammed open the classroom door. He looked up at the clock on the wall: 3:57 PM.

In his still slightly out-of-it state, he accidentally took the wrong train twice and ended up just using his quirk to get to UA when he ended up on the entirely other side of the prefecture. The students threw him odd looks as he ran through the halls, but they were also kind of used to his presence now, with how often he showed up. They were giggling and laughing and shit, which was new. He probably must’ve looked like hell, still hungover.

The classroom was still almost full, maybe 14 students who were talking about training after school, or going to a cafe, asking their teacher about homework, cleaning and packing up were still here. Whatever, they would have to leave eventually since Izuku had to go on patrol.

“Deku!” Holy shit, Katsuki’s voice sounded like it got run through a cheese grater. He was dry as hell. He then realized he didn’t have any water to drink before getting here, and probably dehydrated himself more using his quirk. He was completely out of breath, hand still gripping the side of the slidable door.

Finally, the teacher turned around to face Katsuki, “Kacchan! You’re here?” Izuku walked up to him, still with a stack of papers in his hand. He paused for a moment in front of Katsuki, trying to look for something on his face. “Are you still drunk?”

“Hah? No, I’m not.” Katsuki handed him his snacks, which Izuku took gratefully. “Wait, how did you know I was drinking yesterday?”

At that, Izuku seemed to get nervous, drew back a little, and a subtle red started painting his face.

“Haha, you know…” Izuku awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck smiling, “...Wait, do you actually not know?”

Katsuki just stared at him for a bit. He liked the way he could see his freckles stand out from the blush. What was he blushing about? Katsuki’s head was not in the game.

“Ahh! It’s Dynamight!” One of Izuku’s brats pointed at him excitedly, with a bright smile on her face, Rika, he thinks her name was. “You really swore on that forever and ever, huh?”

Huh?

The students then noticed Katsuki’s presence and started snickering and giggling amongst themselves. Some were whispering, some were handing money to each other, but all of them were smiling and laughing, pointing at the two of them like teenage high school girls gossiping (well, they kinda were highschoolers). Another one of them spoke up,

“Dynamight, you really are so shameless, huh?” a blue haired girl giggled into her hand.

“THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?”

“Kacchan! Calm down!”

“I guess he really meant, ‘for the rest of our lives’?” a boy with a mutant quirk sighed as he shook his head.

“Yeah right, big bro Midoriya could do better,” that brat, Kouta said, throwing him a glare.

“SAY THAT AGAIN YOU DISCOUNT GARDEN HOSE!”

“Hehe, Kouta we’re still in school, you still have to call him sensei.”

“I have yesterday on video, all the proof you need,” another boy whispered to his friend, “3000 yen, please.” He held out his hand, and the other grumpily slapped a few bills into his hand.

Despite Katsuki’s shit hearing from years of explosions, he heard that clear as day. The room of students seemed to know what he did yesterday, maybe he had come to UA? Eijirou did say whenever he got drunk he wanted to go home to Izuku, so maybe his intoxicated mind made him wander to campus. What the hell did he do yesterday? He turned back to Izuku and grabbed his hand.

“C’mon, you got patrol in 40.” He took Izuku out of the room, leaving his students to clean up and leave by themselves, despite their protests. He dragged the nerd through the relatively empty halls, as the golden hour of the day started to kick in.

“Kacchan! What if they needed more help on the material? I still have 10 minutes before I usually leave..”

“Hah, yeah right, those kids just love being around you, Deku. They’re all acing class, aren’t they?”

“Well…yeah..but that’s only because I take the time to make sure they understand all the content after school!”

Katsuki stopped them when they reached the front of the school, still slightly tired and droopy, but conscious enough. He put his hands on his hips and faced the teacher. “Alright, spill it, Deku. What did I do yesterday?” Izuku’s face immediately flushed up again.

“N-nothing. Nothing happened!” Izuku brought his arms up around his face to semi-hide himself in, “It-it was nothing…and..oh God, you didn’t check your phone yet, right?”

“Phone’s dead,” Katsuki shrugged, “You’re a terrible liar, by the way.”

Izuku sighed, clutching the stack of papers to his chest, turning even more red than before, “Uh, you kinda, came onto campus while I was teaching, through my window…”

“Okay, and?” That part wasn’t really anything new, Katsuki dropped by all the time during morning patrol.

“You s-said a few embarrassing things..nothing too bad, I promise!” Izuku waved his hands around frantically, “It’s stuff you usually say all the time to me, so it wasn’t weird, it’s just that my entire class s-saw it!”

Katsuki scoffed, “Yeah, I’ve said worse to you, in front of other people,” he took Izuku’s hand in his again, “C’mon you gotta get to the agency, and I need a nap.”

“Ah, wait! I left my costume case inside the classroom! I’ll be right back.” Izuku shoved the bag of snacks and papers into Katsuki’s hands and quickly ran back inside the school.

He stood there blankly, trying to recuperate what the hell he might’ve said to Izuku yesterday. He didn’t look sad about it, so it wasn’t anything threatening or offensive. Maybe with the way his face was reddening up, Katsuki bet he said something slightly explicit, that would maybe, possibly, probably, be not classroom or work friendly.

He decided that instead of waiting to get back to his apartment or agency to charge his phone, he’d figure it out right now, as Izuku was getting his hero suit.

--

“Why are you here, Bakugou.”

“Real nice way to greet your student, sensei.”

“You’re 25. I’ll be damned if you stay my student forever.”

“You’re stuck with us forever.”

Katsuki still knew the layout of the school like the back of his hand. Nothing had really changed, with the reconstruction of the building remaining exactly the same before and after the war. He pushed the teacher lounge door open. Last time he was here, he was dropping off flowers, and now he’s gonna harass his teachers for answers.

“Young Bakugou!”

Bright, blond hair with two signature downward tufts peeked out from one of the desk dividers;sunken, but happy, blue eyes met Katsuki’s.

“He’s your problem, All Might. I need a nap.”

Well, fuck you too Eraserhead, Katsuki needed one as well. Then Aizawa slumped to the floor into his yellow sleeping bag, like a caterpillar. Some things really do never change.

“All right, all right, come in here young man. Anything in particular you need?” All Might asked while moving towards a small couch at the back of the room, “You usually only come in here to pick up Young Midoriya.” He sat down on the couch carefully, Katsuki never thought he’d see the day of his childhood hero, although still smiling, fragile.

Katsuki sat down opposite to him, huffing, “He went back to his classroom to grab his suit, but probably is getting carried away with those kids right now.” He paused. “Did I do something at UA yesterday?”

All Might chuckled as he leaned forward, “Nothing too problematic, don’t worry. But you did have Midoriya quite dazed when he came back to the teacher lounge. Quite red, may I add.”

“Was it some wildly inappropriate shit?”

“Hmm...no, not really.”

Katsuki heard grumbling from the floor, “Don’t come to UA drunk, Bakugou. I will never forget the crowd that formed outside the school at the end of the day.”

Katsuki scoffed and turned his attention back to All Might, “Will you just tell me what the hell I did.”

All Might picked up his phone from the table, fiddled around with it for a bit, and held up the screen for Katsuki to see:

Was that him fucking crying?

No wait, is he fucking crying on the floor? In Izuku’s classroom?

Is he grabbing Izuku?

The video was of debatable quality, probably taken on one of the student’s phones at the back of the class, recording what was going down at the front of the room. It zoomed in on one of their faces, some purple haired girl who was barely holding back her laugh, looking like she was about to start crying. Everyone around them was gaping at the scene in the video— some also recording videos on their phones, some blushing profusely, and others also looking like they were about to die laughing. Then the video turned to the front of the room and zoomed up close.

Wow, he looked absolutely pathetic.

There was Katsuki, on his knees at the front of the room, still fully dressed in his hero costume, without the mask and gauntlets. He was full on sobbing, like ugly crying everywhere.

His face was flushed pink with probably the alcohol from earlier that day. His hair looked absolutely frazzled, pushed to the side, and everywhere, as he was rubbing his face into the person he was clutching to.

Oh god.

Deku, god, poor Izuku, he was just trying to teach. His suit jacket was off, leaving him in just his white dress shirt and red tie, his sleeves were rolled up, showing all of his hard-earned scars. And he had his black reading glasses on, which were covering equally surprised green eyes. Izuku had a blush that rivaled his in the video, and he was absolutely dumbstruck about what to do. His hands were frozen in the air, his mouth was gaping open, and eyes were wide. Katsuki, still on the floor, wrapped his arms around Deku’s waist, rubbing his face into his stomach, while he was screaming and sobbing the most embarrassing shit he’s ever heard from his own mouth. He was getting tears everywhere on Izuku’s dress shirt.

“Oh my god, is that actually Dynamight?” One of the students behind the camera said, “Do you think he got hit by a quirk?” The camera turned towards a group of students next to the recorder.

“That idiot is just drunk,” Kouta, Katsuki recognized, said. “Probably shouldn’t even be on campus.”

A finger pointed just out of frame to him, “He’s just rubbing himself all over Deku sensei! Should we call the other teachers?”

“Nah, I wanna see how this plays out. Just let it happen.”

“Is this guy actually in the top 10 of heroes?”

“Izuuukuuuuu…” Katsuki heard his voice, and Christ, it sounded worse than his current gravely one, extremely slurred and obviously showed his intoxication. He sounded pathetic, like he wasn’t a top hero who could explode villain ass on a daily basis. No, he sounded like a kicked puppy in the rain, or a child who was denied his favorite candy.

“Please, hic, please please please join my agencyyyy..hic..don’t leave me..”

The video panned back to the front of the class, where Katsuki was still clutching onto Izuku’s stomach as if he would float away if he let go. He was also hiccuping from the alcohol content and slurring his words to an insane amount. He really let himself go this time. He sounded like such a whiny child.

“K-k-kacchan? Are you okay? Did you get hit by a quirk? Are-are you drunk? Did you go day-drinking?”

Izuku finally mustered the courage to speak up from his dazed state. His attention was entirely on the mess of Katsuki holding onto him, not even aware his students were filming the entire debacle. He put his hands on Katsuki’s shoulders to steady himself.

“Please don’t leave me. Join my agency, our agency..Please don’t leave me. Hic..” More ugly crying, “Please marry me, please please. I- hic - wanna spend the rest of our lives together.. I promise I’ll keep you happy…forever ‘n ever ‘an ever..’Zukuu..please marry me..we can go to Hawaii together.”

“Kacchan—”

Everytime Katsuki said something embarrassing, somehow, his intoxicated, beer-riddled mind managed to say something even more damning,

“You won’t regret it, ya ‘ear me?..please marry me..-hic…’m never gonna make you cry again..everyday you’re gonna be glad you chose me..not some- hic - no name extra..I’ll never hurt you again I swear… you can hit me to make up for it..- hic.”

“Wow, is Dynamight a masochist?”

“Do you think the ‘hit me to make up for it’ is also on Deku sensei’s part too? Orr….”

“Dude please tell me you’re recording this right now”

The video zoomed in one more time as Katsuki shoved his face entirely into the stomach of Deku's shirt, causing him to stumble backwards a little before steeling himself to the floor, “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you,” he said, as he drunkenly peppered kisses all over Izuku's body, holding him close as if he was afraid he’d disappear if he let him go. His eyeliner was smudged, and the surrounding bits of his eyes were blackened, looking as if he was some lovesick recently broken up girl, crying her mascara off. He reburied his face in the rumpled, probably now ruined, shirt.

Then the video ended right there. Zoomed in on probably the most unflattering frame of Katsuki’s face he would ever see in his career, covered in snot and tears and insanely red. He sighed and leaned back on the couch he forgot he was sitting on and covered his face with his arms. Back to the present.

All Might turned off and put his phone on the table, he smiled cheekily at Katsuki. That bastard.

“He returned to the lounge room after Hound Dog escorted you off campus during lunch and just sat in silence for maybe 30 minutes. I’ve never seen him so quiet and stupefied before,” All Might threaded his fingers together to rest on his lap. He smiled at Katsuki, “That being said, please don’t do that again, we had to have Vlad punch him for him to come out of it.”

Katsuki groaned loudly into his arms. Well, now, he’s glad he didn’t charge his phone. He knew Izuku’s students probably posted the video online, and everyone would see it. He did not need to see the inevitable hundreds of phone calls from his parents, the messages from his friends (non-drunk friends), messages from his PR team, and emails from talks shows and journalists trying to get his input on their stupid expose piece of him being a pathetic mess in UA’s classroom.

“Well if anything,” All Might decided to continue, “I think it’s quite endearing. You really do love him, don’t you?”

Katsuki grumbled, the redness from last night already coming back to his face. “I do.”

“Kacchan!” Speak of the devil.

The door opened and footsteps approached his direction. “I have my stuff, uh, why are you in the teacher’s room?”

“Don’t worry about it ‘Zuku.” Katsuki grumbled as his covered expression faced the ceiling, probably where Deku was looking down onto him. “Do you have a hangover headache? I can take you back to your place first and then go, I can travel really fast airborne—”

“It’s fine, I got a bunch of drunk idiots on my floor anyways,” Katsuki stood up from the couch, slightly steadied by Izuku grabbing his arm, “I’ll pick you up after your shift and we can get dinner. You head out first.”

“Okay, see you All Might!” “Have a good day, Young Midoriya.” All Might waved happily at his protegee. Katsuki knew he was proud of him. Izuku left the room, stepping over, and quietly saying his goodbye to Aizawa as well, who grumbled and went back to sleep.

Katsuki stretched a little, still out of it from the events of the day, when All Might spoke again.

“Young Bakugou?”

“Hm?”

“You have my blessing, by the way.”

And Katsuki walked out of that room blushing for the second time.

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  5. Injury

Ochako gleaned her eyes over the X-ray chart on screen. She squinted to see the piece of bone which was slightly fractured.

“Oh come on, it’s not even that bad!” “I don’t wanna hear it from you mister!”

Izuku pouted as he sat on the clinic bed, though thankfully, not laying down. They had just finished up taking care of a mutant villain, and, as always, he had found himself to get hurt. Ochako sighed, at least it wasn’t a lot of broken bones, the suit was reinforced to make sure it took most of the brunt of impact as possible.

“Well, considering it’s you, something like a fractured wrist isn’t awful…But still! This injury was avoidable, Deku! You need to be more careful.”

Izuku sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He knew it was avoidable, but he didn’t think twice when saving people. It was just part of gut instinct at this point.

“I know, I’m sorry Ochako. But don’t worry about it, it’s not even my dominant hand! It’ll be better in just a week from the healing quirks.”

“Hmmm…okay, but try not to move it too much okay?” She crossed her arms looking at the image again. The doctor had already left the room a while ago, letting them know they were free to leave whenever they wanted to, which would probably be soon, since it was reaching evening time soon.

“I’ll try my best. Thanks.”

Ochako smiled at him tiredly, they both weren’t roughed up too badly, just a few scrapes and bruises (and the fractured wrist of course), but the exhaustion of the fight was starting to catch up to them. Between the recent large cases in the city, and multiple heroes not being in close enough vicinity to back them up in time, they had both had to handle battle and rescue.

“De—” “DEKU!!”

Ochako jumped up at least a foot off the ground when the door to the room slammed open full force, probably knocking off the hinges in the process. Everything in the room rattled like a magnitude 7 earthquake hit, and to be honest, it was about to get worse.

“I saw that fight on TV, you dumbass! You should’ve been able to dodge that piece of shit rubble!”

“Kacchan! Not so loud please, there’s other people in the hospital!”

Katsuki scowled, but did lower his volume significantly. He stood in the doorway, clearly rushing over from the other side of the city, hair matted to his face with sweat, and gauntlets still in hand. Ochako wondered how he even made it past the entrance with those (technically) weapons in his hands. But then again, he probably barged in, flashed his hero ID, and ran to Izuku’s room before any staff could stop and question him. He put his hands on his hips and turned to Ochako, as if expecting something.

“Cheeks?”

“Hey, don’t look at me. I told him to be careful.”

“Tch, idiot.”

Honestly, Ochako had even forgotten that Katsuki was Deku’s emergency contact. After graduating, their class agreed to put each other as their emergency contacts first, so as to not majorly worry their families every time some little thing goes wrong. Contacting your loved ones in emergencies was important, but Ochako didn’t believe that Izuku would need to tell his mom that he fractured his wrist at work today when his work is literally putting his body on the line everyday. And she would agree with the idea.

“Bakugou, you mind looking after Deku? I gotta catch a train to a quirk counseling conference for the next day.”

“The hell do you take me for? Obviously I’m gonna babysit this loser.”

“Hey! I’m not that bad!” “CAN IT!” “—Yes you are.”

They both turned to Izuku and reprimanded him simultaneously, it seemed like he’d never catch a break. Ochako smiled and headed towards the door, heels clicking on the ceramic tiles.

“Take care, you two!” “Bye Ochako!” “See ya, Round Face.”

--

“Ow! That hurts..”

“Yeah, maybe think about that next time you take a boulder to the face, idiot.”

Katsuki finished up blotching Izuku’s face with a rubbing alcohol soaked pad. He put away the rest of the small medical kit and picked up the gauze. They’d gone home after the hospital so he could take care of Izuku’s smaller injuries, like the cuts and bruises on his face. The most life-threatening injury he had was the stupid fractured wrist, which the doctors had lightly wrapped in a small cast, just across his wrist, and nothing that would majorly interfere with everyday movement. Still, Katsuki wasn’t satisfied. Izuku looked up to the blond. They’d been sitting on his bed in his apartment, showered and comfortably dressed. It was already getting late, so they both decided Kacchan should just sleep over, not like it was anything new.

“Be more careful, you idiot,” Kacchan said, “If Kirby wasn’t there, I bet you would’ve gotten more fucked up.”

He snapped off the gauze and attached some medical tape to the side and attached it to Izuku’s face.

“Be glad at least one of you has a smart head on their shoulders. You’re strong, but you don’t have the same All Might-type of resilience as before.”

He ripped off the excess tape and finished applying it to the side of Izuku’s cheek.

“Mmn, I know Kacchan, I just didn’t even think about it. Whenever I see someone who needs help, I can’t second guess it.” Kacchan flicked him on the forehead.

“I’ll let it slide this time since you had no backup, and you two were on rescue as well. But a D-lister like that shouldn’t be able to touch you.”

They both slid down under the blankets of the bed. Katsuki leaned his head on his elbow while Izuku comfortably burrowed himself under the covers like a gopher. He yawned and turned his body to face Kacchan.

“I know..I’ll be more careful, I promise.”

Katsuki grunted in acknowledgement, but Izuku just knew he was worried. Kacchan had grown softer and sweeter over time, but would revert back to his pissed high school self anytime Izuku threw himself thoughtlessly into danger. But he knew, at the end of the day, it came from a feeling of concern.

“You better, ‘Zuku.”

Katsuki readjusted the blankets around Izuku and pulled the shorter closer to him, resting in each other’s arms as they drifted to sleep for the night.

--

The peek of sunlight shone onto Izuku’s face, grumbling as he awoke from his sleep. He rolled over, his sleep-ruffled hair spilling over his pillow, searching for his source of warmth. When he didn’t feel it immediately, he splayed his hand out over the side of the bed searching for his walking human heater. Where’s Kacchan? Izuku groggily arose from bed onto his arms to see that Katsuki, in fact, was not there in bed with him, which explains why he woke up so cold. Having an explosive, heat-based quirk would obviously be a benefit in cuddling, and Kacchan was always happy to share his body heat with Izuku, whose bones always had a phantom ache to them.

Izuku decided to finally get up from bed, and padded over to his kitchen when he heard the sizzling and crackling of oil on the stove. He exited his bedroom and was met with Kacchan in his kitchen, stirring eggs and rolling them in a pan. He smiled dopily at the blond, who hadn’t noticed him yet.

“Morning Kacchan.” “Morning ‘Zuku.” By the easy tone in his voice, it seemed he had gotten over his agitation with Izuku’s injury last night. They were both just on standby today, and then Izuku would have to go back to teaching on Monday. But for now, they could just rest with each other. He walked up to the delicious smelling meal Kacchan was preparing.

“That smells good! What are you making?” “Same as normal, eggs, fish, stir fry vegetables. God knows how long it’s been since you’ve had a fresh cooked meal.”

“I actually did have a cooked meal yesterday! Y’know All Might dropped off a bento for me? The sides and rice were even themed with his colors. I snapped a picture and sent it to my mom, she thought it was so cute.”

“Hah, that self-absorbed old man. Still making hero themed lunches for his 25 year old protegee, huh?”

“Hey! It was delicious!” “Yeah, yeah.” Katsuki finished pouring and rolling the remaining eggs into the pan, and pressed down onto it to make a perfect folded omelet. He set the empty bowl down on the counter.

“Oh, hey, let me do the dishes, then, since you cooked.”

“Sit your ass down right now.”

Izuku was startled by the sternness of Kacchan’s voice, as well as what he said. Usually, one of them would cook and the other would do the dishes, to fairly split the work. Actually, Kacchan couldn’t wait for the kitchen to be clean right after he finished cooking, so he always made Izuku do the dishes as he was making food.

“Huh? Why?” “Can’t be washing anything with that fractured wrist of yours.” Oh. Izuku looked down at his slightly bandaged left hand.

“Kacchan, I promise it doesn’t even hurt that much. I can still help!” “You can sit down while I finish cooking. That wrist needs to be healed as fast as possible, and I’m not gonna risk you fucking it up more by doing menial tasks. I’ve got it.”

“But-” “Sit. Down.”

Izuku slumped over in his seat with a pout on his lips. He knew better than to fight with Kacchan over anything injury related. Unfortunately for him, he had an ongoing record of hurting himself in high school, and continued into adulthood, much to the blond’s dismay.

Soon enough, Kacchan finished cooking and set their breakfast on the island countertop. Dishes of cooked saba, blanched veggies, miso soup, natto, rolled egg and of course, a fresh bowl of rice were presented to Izuku. He picked up his chopsticks as his mouth watered just at the sight of all the food, completely fixated on it all. Kacchan’s cooking was always the best.

“Say ‘ah’.”

Izuku perked up from his food induced stupor to see a piece of the fish right in front of his face. Kacchan held it up to his mouth expectedly, one palm under the food in case it fell, like some sort of doting housewife. He had a bored expression on his face, as if it was second nature to feed Izuku like this. He had never done this kind of thing before! Izuku felt his face heat up at the gesture. It was so intimate! And so romantic, coming from a hothead like Kacchan.

“Open up fucker.”

Brash, but still romantic.

“K-Kacchan, I can feed myself y’know? My right hand still works.”

“Do I look like I care? Now start eating before I shove it down your throat myself.”

Izuku blushed a little but opened his lips to take the bite into his mouth. It felt almost like kissing, as he closed his eyes in embarrassment and took the fish from the chopsticks. He opened his eyes again to see the blond, brow still furrowed, with a smirk on his face, staring at him chewing.

“Heh, cute..”

Izuku further reddened at that statement. Kacchan was so unfair sometimes, nonchalant in everything he did and could make Izuku swoon in just a small gesture or two. Feeding him was just as romantic as sharing a crepe in a theme park together. At home, Kacchan was usually softer to him, away from the people and media of the world. Behind closed doors, he was a human puppy, clinging onto Izuku whenever they were in bed, barking at him, but having no real bite to it (unless you count the biting in their bedroom). Izuku returned his attention to the said puppy, waiting with another portion of food in hand.

“You better eat all of it. I’ll hand feed you every bite if I have to.” “I wouldn’t think any less of you, Kacchan.”

Izuku could enjoy this while it lasted actually.

--

Kouta did not enjoy this at all.

This had to be some sick joke. April Fools day? No, they don't do that. Is it ‘Bring your annoying oversized best friend slash lover to school day’? He didn’t know. He died. He died and this is hell.

What he did know is that he did not expect or want to see Dynamight standing at his teacher’s podium, or rather, his back to chest with his teacher at the podium, caging him in with his arms. What the hell was this fuckass school anyways.

Kouta went back to class a bit early after eating lunch, in hopes to get some feedback on his new combo moves in Heroics class today from his sensei. And this is certainly not what he was expecting when he slid open the class door.

It wasn’t uncommon to see Dynamight in the 1A classroom often. In the first week of Deku’s class, the explosive hero had invaded their classroom twice, slamming open the door, demanding their teacher’s attention. Now, it was common for him to just bust through the window, drop off Deku’s lunch, a quick kiss, stay for a lecture, take him on patrol, and god knows what else. Honestly, Kouta was surprised he wasn’t banned from the campus yet. But the perks of being Eraserhead’s former top war students certainly cemented his place to come do whatever he wanted at UA.

That being said, there was no way that that physical contact was okay on campus. Sure, they weren’t doing anything explicitly bad, but this was a whole new level of pathetic and clingy Kouta had never seen before. Deku was standing at his podium, rambling on and on about who knows what, not even noticing Kouta standing at the doorway yet. Bakugou, on the other hand, was leaning his weight against Deku’s back, focused on something over his shoulder, on the podium. His eyes weren’t drawn in his signature aggressive snare, rather staring softly and jadedly at the podium, lulled by the sound of Deku’s voice. He seemed to have a pen in one hand and probably had his other resting on Deku’s hip.

Yeah, I do not want to see where this is going.

Just as Kouta was about to ditch the fuck out of the classroom and tell his classmates to not go in until lunch officially ended, Deku snapped out of his talking and spotted him at the doorway.

“Kouta? Is that you? Come in! Do you need help with something?”

His teacher looked up bright eyed at him, sleeves of his dress shirt rolled to his elbows. Dynamight, on the other hand, seemed unbothered by his presence. His eyes were still locked on the surface of the podium (probably some paper he was reading), with the pen in hand. He didn’t acknowledge him at all.

Kouta decided to just double down. If Bakugou wasn’t gonna be bothered by his presence, he wouldn't be either (as weird as the position he caught them in). He closed the door of the classroom slightly, leaving it slightly ajar.

“Yeah, uhm. I just wanted to know if you had any feedback on my new water blast move last week? I want to know before gym training today to see what I can improve on.”

And just like that, Deku brightened, and started into a complete nerd-out, “Oh, I’m so glad you asked! I thought it was an excellent outsource of your quirk. Saving up all the liquid and letting it out in one big blast can be super powerful, and could even work as a finishing move for you, if you refine it some more. But I think you can work on the mobility aspect of it when you’re saving up that water in your hands. I think it might be hard to move around quickly in battle if you’re preoccupied on generating enough water for that move, so you have to be able to unconsciously do it, like second nature until it’s ready for use. Think of it like a chargeup move that your hands are constantly doing, without you even noticing. Soon enough, I’m sure it’s gonna make an excellent move! I also think for—”

“Izuku, done with this one.”

Deku stopped his rambling for just a second, and turned his attention to the blond hero, currently resting his head on his shoulder. He handed Izuku a paper with red marks all over it.

“Thanks Kacchan!” Izuku turned his attention back to Kouta, “Okay, so I also think—”

Kouta interrupted his teacher, waving his hands in front of him, “Okay wait, I have to ask. What’s Bakugou doing?”

“Grading your damn papers. You got a shit score on this quiz by the way.” “Kacchan! Don’t be mean!”

Ignoring the insult, Kouta sidetracked, “Huh? Grading? Why’s he scoring our tests?”

Without a beat, before Izuku could say anything, “Your dumbass teacher fractured his wrist, so I’m in charge of marking your work, brat.” “He’s right handed.” “And I have red eyes, piss off.”

Izuku laughed nervously at the altercation. He always thought Kouta and Kacchan had the same tough-guy type of personality. They would try to put up a front to look fearless, but would hate if they met someone like themselves. Which they are, so Izuku is literally stuck between the both of them.

“Big bro Deku doesn’t need you to baby him around,” Kouta scoffed, crossing his arms with a huff, completely forgetting about his special moves feedback, “He’s more capable than you anyways.”

“Hah? Hey, brat, you’re still at school, it’s sensei to you.”

“Then he shouldn’t be calling you ‘Kacchan’ right now, should he?”

Kouta stared down the pro, who was now standing at his full height, both completely ignoring Izuku in the middle. There was always some sort of beef between the two, maybe for the ways their similar personalities clashed against each other, and maybe for the way they looked at Izuku as their hero. Respectful, kind of stupid, beef.

“Okay, okay. Lunch is about to end,” Izuku chuckled, he removed Katsuki’s hand from his waist and turned to him, “You should probably get back to patrol, too. I’ll be here when you pick me up. I can still teach classes y’know?” He held up his left wrist at that indication.

“Tch. Yeah yeah, I know,” Katsuki stepped back a little and reached down to pick up his gauntlets, which he had removed coming into the classroom, “But don’t you dare fuckin’ pick up a pen to write anything. I’ll do it at home tonight.”

Izuku smiled at that, “Okay, Kacchan. I won’t. Thank you.” He leaned up and gave a quick peck on the tip of his nose, and reached up to adjust some tufts of spiky blond hair. Katsuki reattached his gauntlets and opened up the classroom window, perching on the sill before turning one more time around.

“See ya, ‘Zuku.” With that, Katsuki blasted off onto the streets. Izuku looked out at the window with a longing look; the air slightly tinged with the sweet smoke that came off those familiar palms. Explosions he was far too familiar with were heard popping in the blue sky, getting fainter by the second.

“Wow, that was disturbing.” oh.

“AH! Kouta! Sorry!”

“Are you actually letting him pamper you for a fractured wrist?”

“Well, it is kind of cute when he does. Everyone likes being taken care of. And I can still do actual work when he’s not looking, but don’t tell him that okay?” “Yeah, big bad scary Dynamight doting over something like a nondominant fractured wrist. Sounds lame.”

“Hm, maybe, but it’s endearing.” Izuku smiled at that prospect, he liked that even his students could see how loving Kacchan could be at times, “Now, about your blast move?”

--

“Stop pushing!” “You stop pushing! I need a photo of this.” “I owe Niki like 2000 yen…” “You do bets on this kind of stuff?”

Kouta couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t one to spy on his teachers’ private lives. Everyone had a right to privacy, especially the pro heroes, who seemed to be bombarded by the media and paparazzi on the daily. And really, he should be defending Deku right now, scolding his classmates that spying on their teacher was wrong, and that they should leave. He glanced across the restaurant again.

“Say ‘ah’.” “Ahhhh-”

But this was lowkey, really, insanely embarrassing.

“Thanks Kacchan!” Embarrassing for his teacher, really.

“Eeeek! They’re so adorable! Don’t you think so, Kouta?”

“Are they sharing that new Mt. Lady sundae? I thought Dynamight doesn’t like sweets?” “Yeah, but I’m sure he looovess Deku sensei!”

Yes, here Kouta was with his classmates. A bunch of future heroes in their free time were spying on their teacher from the table across the cafe. Dynamight and Deku had gone to one in the city after his shift, and decided to go for dessert together. And it was embarrassing, to say the least. Even with his fractured wrist (nondominant KOUTA WILL ADD AGAIN), Bakugou had insisted to keep doing the smallest of tasks for Deku: carrying his costume case, feeding him, grading his papers, and probably a bunch of gross intimate things that he would rather not think about right now.

He and his classmates watched again as Dynamight lifted a spoonful of vanilla ice cream with chocolate bits and ube mochi into Deku’s mouth. He had this faraway look in his eyes, full of something the students couldn’t quite see. His chin rested on his left palm as he spooned another bite up. Deku, on the other hand, was just leaned forward, ready for the next bite his Kacchan had for him.

“Oh my god, I wish someone would feed me ice cream like that..” Kiki to his right said, she sighed dramatically as she slumped back into the booth’s leather chairs.

“This is a totally different side of Bakugou that we would never see at school dude, who knew the guy was such a softie?”

Kouta had to disagree with that, much to his chagrin. He had the wonderful opportunity of being able to witness their disgustingly sweet antics right in the classroom he learns in at school. He rolled his eyes again as he saw Deku kick his feet with excitement under the table as Bakugou hand fed him a strawberry. Fractured wrist. Nondominant fractured wrist.

“Kouta, you knew Deku sensei when he was still in high school right?” One of his classmates nudged him, “Was he always this affectionate with Dynamight?”

Kouta was annoyed with the question at first. All of his friends and classmates (and some teachers too) knew of his history with Deku. Just a kid himself who saved Kouta from villains during the summer camp all those years ago, breaking his arms and carrying him back to safety, had inspired him to become a hero too. He changed his views on heroes, and got to see the greatest of all time working to help the world out day by day.

With Bakugou, though? That was always a gray area Kouta couldn’t quite put his finger on. He knew Deku was protective and obsessed with him, that was for sure. If breaking your arms and charging head first into a villain was anything to go by. But he also knew that their relationship was more complex than that, they had a longer history with each other, and words spoke to one another that Kouta will never know the full extent of.

But he knew that whatever perilous journey they fought to bring their relationship to this point, was worth every second. After bringing Deku back from his vigilante stunt in preparation for the war, Kouta never not saw Bakugou around him. A sneak into the students’ dorm lounge saw them sitting next to each other in silence, or on the training grounds together perfecting a move, and they were even planned to be stationed right next to each other during the final fight.

Class 1-A had dragged Deku back to UA, but it was only later Kouta found out it was Bakugou’s words that finally collapsed the dark hero and convinced him to come back with them.

So yes, maybe they’ve always been like this with each other. Through Kouta’s eyes, it may have been less obvious when he was growing up around them. He didn’t get to see what his parents’ relationship to each other was like since they had died when he was so young, and could hardly remember. But if he were to guess, it’d be a lot of cuddles, endless support, being connected to almost every aspect of each other’s lives, and pushing one another to be better. There would be a lot of arguments as well, that part was inevitable in relationships. But he would think that there would be a whole lot of love behind it too.

Something just like Deku and Dynamight.

“From what I’ve seen, I guess so.”

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#2 Trending: dessert

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@mt.MIT.lady

what the fuck do you even say to this anymore

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@the_real_punkrocker_

Dynadeku dessert date spotted in the new hero themed cafe downtown!! They’re sharing that new Mt. Lady vanilla and blond strawberry sundae!! oh and dynamight is hand feeding deku strawberries if you care #dynadeku #dessert #icecream

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@K4T5UK1.<3

“Heroes deserve privacy, don’t harass them” “the paparazzi need to stop making so many stories of them” LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND SAY THEY ARENT DOING THE PUBLICISING THEMSLEVES. Why couldn’t this happen for me. Why are they eating dessert so INTIMATELY. DYNADEKU WHY #FREAK #obsessed #dessert #icecream #dynadeku

@sayys_raina_lene

Can i EVER hope to find a dynamight for me, one that looks at deku like he hung the fucking sun just by eating ice cream #dynadeku #deku #icecream #dessert

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@pinkest_realest_hitman

This has to be gay propaganda. There is no way they are real. What is thisssss #dynadeku

@ta&dc.google

How we feeling dynadeku nation? what do we feel about ice cream desserts right now #icecream #dessert #gayassbitches #goodforthem?? #homo

@samuuol_samrules

The cafe opened downtown and dynamight went to visit!! Looking delicious!! The dessert looks good too! #dynamight #myhero #hotasf

@tostada.creature2

Im literally omw to try this ice cream rn,,maybe ill meet my own dynamight in the cafe to take home.. #dynadeku #dynamight #dessert #icecream

@get.JINXED

guys best part of this is because of dekus fractured wrist from that villain fight with uravity last week, if u look close enough in the images, deku has a blue cast on his left wrist,, #patheticloser #dessert #dynadeku #uravitystan

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@get_vi(OLATED)

(reply to get.JINXED): isnt deku right handed??? he can still do work properly with his right hand no? Its only his left hand that was injured

@awbin9999

(reply to get_vi(OLATED)): bro its fucking dynamight what did you expect, hes been doing this shit all week if you look close enough at paparazzi images. This man is a professional yearner

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“All heroes who are available, head to District B! Extremely volatile villain on the loose, destroying the city square harming civilians. Long, gray hair, bright pink eyes, wearing what looks like a black and white waistcoat piece. Quirk is currently unidentifiable, but seems to be emitter type. Please give your estimated times of arrival! Both rescue and combat needed.”

“Red Riot and Chargebolt: ETA 9 minutes!”

“Ingenium, Froppy, Anima,Tsukuyomi, Cellophane: ETA 7 minutes.”

“Creati, Uravity, Tentacole: ETA 8 minutes!”

“Dynamight and Shouto: ETA 1 minute.”

Katsuki blasted across the city, already seeing the wisps of smoke, fire, and building debris on the horizon. He was on a roll today, aside from being paired up this week with Todoroki, he felt the winning rush of a fight flowing through his veins. The ash and sweat he built up over the day propelled him forward, getting ready to fight the villain ahead.

Todoroki matched his pace, surfing over the buildings on ice with ease. His efficiency with his quirk had definitely improved over the years, and despite getting taller and bulkier (Katsuki would never admit how pissed off he was when he grew taller than him by like an inch), he was just as fast as ever on his ice.

“Can you see anything from here?”

“I see fuckall Icyhot!” Katsuki yelled over the shared sound of his explosions and Shouto’s ice forming rapidly, “Debris is flying all over the damn place!”

“Incoming Heroes, update: the villain’s quirk manipulates all forms of metal, they may have accomplices. A blue smoke is covering the area, making rescue harder.”

They landed on the hard concrete five seconds after the update was given, Shouto pressed into his earpiece, “Dynamight and Shouto on scene, engaging in battle.”

They resettled their eyes on the scene and assessed the situation. Right in the middle of the city, in the vastness of all the buildings (conveniently for the villain, all made of metals, great), the villain balanced themselves in the air on a large, constructed metal structure, made of bits and pieces from the surrounding buildings. Some civilians were taking cover in the nearby shops that weren’t destroyed yet, some hid behind cars, some were out in the open.

“Hey hey hey! Is that Shouto and Dynamight?!” A booming voice yelled at the heroes’ direction, “Finally! Finally! Heroes! Heroes!”

In a fraction of a second, metal bars were thrown in Shouto and Katsuki’s direction, both narrowly dodging them in time. Shouto rolled to the left and Katsuki blasted himself to the right, sweeping the ground and letting off long-distance explosions.

Shouto quickly formed walls of ice around the villain to block the remaining unevacuated civilians nearby, who started to run away. The metal monster had created a layout which had him dead in the center in a spherical outlay of his metal structures. If the quirk only manipulated metal, Shouto was this villain’s match. An arsenal of metals meant nothing if he could melt them faster than the villain could throw them. Katsuki, although he didn’t have the same amount of generative heat as Shouto, could just as well weaken the villain through quick, constant mini explosions which would concentrate the heat of his explosions in quick successions, weakening the metal.

“Dynamight! Get the base of his structure!”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do!”

Katsuki quickly maneuvered himself through the squeezes and giant blocks of metals being thrown his way, the scent of it was starting to get sickening. His explosions became smaller, more fierce in rapid fire, until he reached the villain mid-air and let off one giant explosion in his face. Katsuki let himself fall in the air a little, leveraging himself with small explosions while his eyes were still on the villain. He wasn’t high in the air, so if the villain passed out, Katsuki could make sure he didn’t splat dead on the road.

“Dynamight, be careful of your surroundings, it looks like this could get messy.”

Katsuki growled at the rumble of static in his ear, eyes still locked on the villain in the sky, who was seemingly unaffected by his attack. The metal manipulator threw up iron bars last minute to block the brunt of the explosions.

In a split second, Katsuki noticed a shift in the air, snapping his head to the left and spotting an oncoming car being thrown in his direction. Cars were made of metal too, of fucking course. He blasted an explosion mid fall to change his trajectory to avoid the projectile. But as the vehicle whizzed by him, he noticed two people inside screaming in fear.

“Shit!” The car rushed past him, thankfully not hitting its target but was on course to crash into a building. The car’s front was suddenly engulfed in ice blocks at the last minute, slowing the velocity of the crash tenfold while keeping the people inside unharmed. Katsuki fell to his feet, watching the ice engulf the car and the side of a building while Icy-hot circled back to regroup. They refocused back on the villain.

“Tch, this guy’s fucking annoying.” “You’re right about that, we have to be cautious too. How long until reinforcements?”

“Ingenium’s team’s ETA is approximately 5 minutes.”

“That guy has engines for legs, can’t he fuckin’ run faster?!” Katsuki turned his head slightly to speak back into the receiver. This fight should have ended in seconds, but with the amount of buildings being destroyed around them and lives in danger, they couldn’t be too hasty. “Dynamight! On your right!”

Katsuki quickly jerked his neck back to the scene, dodging another car, thankfully empty, being thrown his way. Quick successes of explosions propelled him and Shouto in opposite directions again. But this was getting fucking annoying fast.

“Hey Hero! Keep your head in the game! What’s got you distracted huh?!” the villain taunted in the air, hands thrown in the position of where the metal headed from.

Katsuki and Shouto locked into a fighting stance once they found their footing once again, “Get ready to die bastard!”

With a quick sweep across the battlefield of a street, sharp red eyes veered left and right quickly to see no remaining civilians in the vicinity. It looks like most of them had gotten to safety successfully. With the ability to be able to push his quirk further, Katsuki let loose one giant blast towards the concrete ground, with the goal to generate enough smoke to mask his advance towards the villain as well as block his vision with the rubble. The property damage to the surrounding buildings was already well far beyond reasonable, and a blown up street at this point would give him and Shouto an advantage.

As bits of cement flew up towards the air in a blast, Katsuki saw the villain visibly stutter in the air, his field of vision successfully blinded. Shouto swooped his left arm to create blocks of ice to grab the villain, who dodged narrowly at the last second, but right into the waiting AP shot Katsuki flanked from his blind spot.

With one powerful blast, Katsuki released thousands of little sparks into a concentrated blast right at the metal manipulator, knocking him out of the sky. The smoke inhalation was getting uncomfortable, and he fell to the ground with his own explosions, watching as Shouto quickly summoned an ice platform for the villain to fall on.

They both huffed and waited for the villain to move again, but saw nothing as the dust settled.

Upon their eyes landing on the still body lying on the ice block among the destroyed concrete, Shouto turned to look at him with the same stoic expression as ever, “Quick thinking Bakugou, that was smart.”

“Tch. Didn’t even need the extras. This guy was nothin’.”

Shouto made his way closer to Katsuki to confirm a double report of the villain, scanning the area as they tried to re-tune into their channels. The street was completely destroyed, well before they came, and the surrounding buildings’ interior structures were frail, with most of its metal being taken away. Katsuki spotted a few remaining people hidden inside said shops, peeking over from under the broken glass of their windows, and people who ran away looking around the corners to see if the fight was finished. Katsuki turned his head to readjust his earpiece.

“Shouto and Dynamight reporting, we—”

A low crash jolted their attention back to the center of the street, as Katsuki was cut off by another bang. A cloud of gray dust surrounded the ice block where the villain lay before, but now his shadow crept through the bubble.

They lowered themselves, ready to dodge or move as soon as the villain did, “Ain’t had enough huh?” Katsuki sneered, building up sweat in his palms again as the dispatcher yelled in his ear asking what was happening. Shouto filled her in as they refocused on the hunched figure,

“Sorry about that, villain back up. Shouto and Dynamight still on scene.”

It was quickly muttered before the villain threw his hands out, creating two large beams of steel to rise up from the rubble again. The pair jumped to the side and into the air out of instinct of a forward attack. Their attention was quickly uprooted when the beams were redirected towards a block of rubble, throwing it straight towards a car with someone hidden behind it.

“Fuck!”

Katsuki let out a quick blast, but it was too late to redirect the entire attack. The block of rubble exploded into smaller pieces, and hit the pavement hard, obscuring the civilian.

“Mommy!”

Fuck.

Katsuki’s eyes moved to the side of the pavement, but was surprised to see the larger chunk of rubble he’d blown up standing, or more like leaning, against something.

The block was hefted towards the side of the car, away from the supposed mother and daughter. Behind the debris was a white buttoned up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing scars Katsuki knew by touch alone, a nerdy loose tie, and black slacks he could admire any day. Green curls swept in the dust as the strong muscle which hoisted the large concrete away just a second ago bent down to secure the tiny girl in his arms.

“The fuck—Deku?”

Katsuki caught a glimpse of the face which turned towards him, a little powdered in soot, but smiling nonetheless. Katsuki could feel his own smile creep up to his lips just at the sight of his nerd.

“Kacchan! Shouto!”

The fondness dropped immediately. What the hell was Deku doing here of all places? Shouldn’t he be at UA? Did he just get off from class? And also—

“IT’S DYNAMIGHT WHEN I’M ON SHIFT IDIOT!”

While the banter was shouted from across the street as Deku sheepishly smiled behind the car, holding the little girl in a hug (more like the girl was clutching onto her hero out of fear), Katsuki was relieved as he saw the mother kneeling on the concrete next to them with a smile, injured with a bit of blood on the side of her head, but thankfully alive.

Katsuki only saw the rush of green as Izuku ushered the two inside one of the small shops on the street where they could take a bit of cover as he and Shouto dodged an attack of medium-sized metal shrapnel thrown their way this time.

It was when Izuku rushed out again—ready to help them—that Katsuki’s heart dropped.

He didn’t have his suit with him.

Now, Katsuki knew that Deku was strong, stronger than the average quirkless or quirked person. He could drag All Might on a fridge when he was a scrawny 14 year old and effortlessly heave a giant piece of rubble to the side with one hand now as an adult. The scars on his face and body proved the world’s greatest hero wasn’t someone to be taken lightly, and the amount of muscle the nerd packed on, even while still working as a part-time teacher in UA, would make the average villain stutter and back down.

He knew Deku could take care of himself, could defend himself if need be, and probably had a million different strategies to take down the villain without a quirk. He knew Deku wasn’t weak, but he couldn’t help the worry in the back of his head he felt that Deku didn’t have OFA, and in this moment, the mecha suit with him.

But he was quickly thrown back from his mental scramble as Shouto was suddenly propelled past him across the street, thrown by some strong metal wiring from the villain. Katsuki only had a split second to turn his head and see the dual colored hair boy thrown past his vision before he caught the edge of a gray block coming towards him—

“Kacchan—!”

That was the last voice he heard before it went black.

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Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

It was the familiar sound of hospital monitors, that was the first sound he heard. Then the frankly disgusting antiseptic smell from the rooms, from the pungent waft of hospital beds to heavily sanitized bandages and syringes. It was familiar. The uncomfortable feeling of the things he was touching was next. Hospital beds, while smelling like artificiality incarnate, were also mildly unpleasant. The blue gown on top of the sterile white sheets and probably two rounds of bandages on his face made Katsuki feel instantly overwhelmed by the amount of things touching his skin. The dry throat which was customary after waking up in one of these shitholes after a fight was starting to piss him off. But it was the glare of the bright white fluorescent lights which shone in his closed eyes every time which made him crack his eyes open.

Unsurprisingly, his head hurt like a bitch as soon as he opened his eyes, with crust built up in his lids. The harsh overhead glow made him grumble, and his throat had been scratched to shit.

Unsurprisingly again, he felt a warmness in his palm, already knowing what the cause of it was.

“Ugh, my fuckin’ head.”

In an instant, the warmness on his palm tightened, a head of green curls sprouted up from his side.

“Kacchan! You’re awake!”

Katsuki tilted his head to the side, taking in the face of the person he cared most about.

“Tell me somethin’ I dunno ‘Zuku.”

As Izuku’s lower lip wobbled, threatening to start sobbing, Katsuki saw the weariness in his eyes, the still-present soot covering one side of his cheek, a few scratches, and what seemed to look like a bit of dried blood on his forehead. He moved his palm up from the scarred hands holding his hand to the freckled side of Izuku’s face.

Izuku looked at him concerningly, but melted into his caress as Katsuki gently heated up his palm, just warm enough to comfort.

“Ya alright?” “I should be the one asking you that Kacchan…”

“Tch. It’ll be fine, I’ve had worse than—what—a block to the head?”

“Kacchan!” Izuku whined, “I’m still worried about you!”

Katsuki, probably still on some painkillers, smiled dopeily at Izuku’s puffed out cheeks and shining eyes. A knock on the door interrupted them, and out the doorway popped the heads of his friends. Eijirou, Mina, Denki, and unexpectedly, Shouto let themselves in, followed by a nurse carrying a clipboard.

“Blasty!”

“Hey you’re awake dude!”

Katsuki dropped his palm back to Izuku’s hand. The four of them quickly gathered around the two of them, ruffling his hair and already chatting at him or standing, as if waiting for something. They were all still in their hero costumes, minus Mina, who was probably just in the area after Ei’s shift and swung by hearing Katsuki got himself into the hospital.

“Nice rock to the face Bakugou! Ya dummy.”

Katsuki grumbled as he sat up, fretting the already worried Izuku, who was guiding him with his hands up to position. He looked at Todoroki with an annoyed look.

“How come you’re not sitting in bed?”

“I let myself fall back a bit to slow the velocity and broke my fall with ice so it wouldn’t hurt.” Shouto said deadpan, and then annoyingly added, “And I also didn’t get hit in the face by a chunk of concrete.”

They all snickered around him, Izuku included, before the nurse behind them cleared her throat to get their attention.

“Hero Deku? I believe the police are outside and would like a report from you, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Everyone looked at Izuku, who had a tired look in his eye. From his hesitant position, Katsuki could tell he didn’t want to leave the blond here. Katsuki gripped the scarred palm, not very visible to his surrounding friends, but noticeable enough for Izuku to realize what he was saying,

I’ll be fine nerd, go do what you need to.

Reluctantly, Izuku stood up from his seat, standing there, not letting go of Katsuki’s hand just yet, but leaned forward to give the blond a quick kiss on his bandaged forehead before letting go. And he was already missing the warmness of those lips as soon as they left his skin. The blush on Izuku’s face was definitely clear, but turned towards the door.

“I’ll be back quick!” He said before he followed the nurse out the door, closing it loudly behind him as Katsuki sat there stunlocked. Out of the corner of his eye, he could tell his friends were about to grill him with their shit eating grins.

“Ooooooo, Bakugou’s got a boyfrienddd!” Denki obnoxiously sing-songed, clutching his hands together as he leaned dramatically on Katsuki’s side. He was quickly joined by Mina who made gross fake kisses on his other side. Katsuki wished he could just knock himself out again on the spot and die right there.

Kirishima spoke up, “Geez, man, that villain really did a number on your head, huh?”

“Ugh, whatever,” Katsuki said before pushing Mina half-heartedly by the shoulder away from him; she was trying to fake kisses on his forehead, “Why the hell are the lot of you here anyways? Why’s Deku filling out the damn report?”

As Mina tried to smother him in a failed forehead kiss, instead settling for resting her chin on his blond spikes, she said, “Dude, he did the most damage, obviously he’s gonna fill it out first. Yeah you and Todoroki got there first, but you were unconscious and Todoroki was getting treated sooo…”

“The hell are you talking about?” Katsuki shoved her chin off the top of his head, god his skull hurt like a bitch. “What did Deku do?”

They all stiffened around him, but slowly turned to each other with smiles as they giggled, even Shouto looking slightly amused at Katsuki’s confusion. And suddenly, he felt extremely pissed at whatever they were hiding from him.

Noticing his scowl, Kirishima sat down on the chair Izuku was sitting on earlier. “Todoroki and Iida’s team didn’t actually have to knock out the villain at all, it was all Midoriya man!”

Katsuki questioned his memories for a minute. He definitely remembered that they knocked out the villain temporarily for a few seconds, but he got back up and tried to attack civilians, who were shielded by Deku. He remembered that much, and he remembered Deku’s worried expression before getting knocked out completely.

“What? The idiot didn’t have his suit with him. He’s fuckin’ strong but—?”

It didn’t seem to add up correctly, and with the added dull ache in his head, he wondered if they were playing a joke on him. Deku took down the villain before Icyhot and Glasses’ team showed up? That was maximum like 3 minutes after their given ETA.

At his mental gymnastics and struggling to understand, Kaminari spoke up, “Yeah man! When we got there, Midoriya already had that guy face down on the pavement. No suit or nothin’!” He said excitedly, “Oh wait, here, one of the civilians nearby took a video of it.”

He quickly flicked out his phone from his pocket, tapped a few buttons and handed it over to Katsuki, who watched the screen carefully with confusion. Deku was strong, he knew that much, and smart as hell. But being able to take down that type of villain in such a small time frame with no mecha suit was a feat even he couldn't believe.

The frame was wobbly, and blurry as hell since the video looked like it was taken from at least 30 feet away, and the place was covered in dust. But he could see the form of Izuku rush to his unconscious body after getting hit by the large cinder block. And while the video was taken from afar, he could make out Izuku yelling his name in the distance. It sounded broken, tired, and worried. The villain threw another chunk of rock at the two, which Izuku narrowly dodged with Katsuki’s body in his arms.

Quicker than he could even see, Izuku gave his body a tight squeeze, rested him on the pavement nearby and ran towards the villain with his sleeves rolled up. No fucking suit in sight, and definitely did not come up with a game plan in the span of 10 seconds, but straight up bomb rushed at the guy anyways.

Katsuki watched in gradually increased awe as Izuku managed to dodge and weave the barrage of metal and shrapnel thrown at him, pulling off some insane fucking aerobic movement and flexibility through those rocks, on the broken crumbly ground in his fucking work dress shoes. Katsuki felt like he could get a boner at any minute, but put the thought of his hot fucking boyfriend fighting in those tight slacks away for later when he wasn’t in the hospital surrounded by his friends.

He could barely make out the green pixels Izuku threw at the villain with his left hand, but he recognized it as one of his belt strap grenades. He must have grabbed it quickly with the intent to chuck it as a final blow. It was pre-filled with Katsuki’s sweat, and he knew himself how deadly his nitroglycerin could be, especially thrown in a small concentrated amount.

The explosion fogged up the area, and the camera of the civilian wobbled slightly before zooming in again, refocusing on the new shadows which emerged from the cloud.

Katsuki’s eyes widened even more as from the shadows, Izuku held the guy in a fucking blood choke; he somehow maneuvred behind and around the villain in seconds, locking his entire body around him. His arms flexing tight around the villain’s neck, legs pinning his arms to the side of his torso. Katsuki immediately felt all the warmth rush back into his body as that white button-up Izuku wore bulged with the strain of his muscle, set as hell to strangle the guy into submission. The nerd, for as innocent and cute (in Katsuki’s opinion) he looked, in the video, bore a borderline sociopathic expression on his face, teeth grinding in effort. The villain was standing on the broken up chunks of ice from Todoroki’s landing space before, so they were both elevated up for the civilians nearby to get a good look of. Izuku, somehow, was able to balance himself on the guy’s back without falling, and choking him to death while at it.

The fucker, beginning to realize he would pass out for real in seconds, began trying to claw at Deku’s arms, and quickly tried to redirect metal towards the both of them last second in an attempt to knock Deku off of him.

And when all the desperate debris and metal scraps rushed towards Deku, he tightened his grip on the villain even more. Even as a hunk of metal knocked his head back, the grip didn’t seem to loosen in the slightest, and readjusted his neck quickly. Deku’s head fell forward again, looking the villain straight in the eye, whose neck was angled painfully upwards to the hero’s spine-chilling face. Katsuki could make out a thin steady stream of blood coming down the side of his head, which would explain the dried blood he saw on him earlier.

Finally, and anticlimatically, the villain stopped trembling, and unceremoniously fell face first to the broken concrete ground, with the green haired hero still straddling his back. Even from far away, he could see Izuku huffing, chest rising and falling heavily as he caught his breath.

Katsuki could make out the sounds of the civilians in the background, cheering and whooping in relief as their Number Four hero made quick work of the villain.

And suddenly there was a loud crack.

The whoop and applause stopped as the camera zoomed in on Deku, grabbing the villain by the back of his collar, and slamming him back down into the concrete with more force than was normal. The villain was already knocked out right? Maybe just for good measure?

No, that wasn’t it. Katsuki’s breath hitched, and he could feel the presence of his friends crowding closer to the phone.

Izuku picked up the guy by the roots of his fucking hair, and slammed him back down on the slab, repeatedly, for maybe 10 or 12 more times, with extreme force. It looked painful, and each time the nerd rammed the fucker into the ground, it looked like more and more blood was building on his face, probably with one or two teeth falling out. His skin started flaking, and Deku was definitely ripping some strands of hair off. The blood didn’t seem to stop either, flowing out of the villain’s head, nose, mouth, and one of his eyes. It was fucking scary.

Still heaving, Izuku grabbed the guy by the edges of his torn up clothes, flipped him over to face the sky, straddling his torso, and started beating the absolute living shit out of him. With his bare hands.

He could hear faint screaming from his direction, Izuku yelling at the unconscious villain in a stream of constant berating. Blow after blow, he could start to make out the amount of blood on Izuku’s knuckles, and the splatters of it stained his once perfectly white button up.

Even in the background, he could hear the civilians let out surprised gasps and concerned “uuhhhs”, as they watched their “symbol of peace” start beating a villain to death, one who was definitely very much down at this point.

Each impact Izuku dealt was paired with a scream of barely discernible words, emphasized with each consecutive punch. As green hair swayed up and down from the force of his strikes, and the charge-up Izuku did before hitting the villain again, lying there pathetically (and maybe even half dead at this point), Katsuki could make out the bits of the words he was screaming some 30 feet away.

“...Keep..your fucking—...—ands off Kacchan!”

Katsuki didn’t even notice the video ending, the replay button covering the grayed out screen as the civilian left the camera on a freeze frame of Izuku about to deal another punch to the guy.

He let out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding, completely captivated by whatever the fuck that was. He kept staring at the phone, and could not even put into words how he felt watching that.

Izuku was a possessive brat, he knew this already. From his interesting choice of words when Katsuki was kidnapped at the summer camp, to how his friends described Izuku’s reaction to seeing his dead body on the field of the war, he knew Izuku was batshit insane sometimes. He’d seen it in real life anyways. The sports festival, breaking his bones countless times, the way he would train OFA until exhaustion, running into danger without a second thought, Katsuki knew he grew up with a crazy person. But this, this was…

He was knocked out of his amazed stupor when Mina slung an arm around his shoulder.

“Hehe, bet you thought that was hot, huh?” She asked smugly, “Honestly, I can’t blame you. The media ain’t gonna be too happy about that though. Or maybe they will, who knows.”

Kirishima clenched his fist, looking like he was about to cry from awe, “That was the most manly thing I’ve ever seen, running head first into danger for you man.”

Denki leaned against him, taking back his phone as Katsuki’s hands flopped back down to the sheets, “Dude, I woulda had Midoriya locked down yesterday if I were you. Hearing that, ‘Keep your hands off him’ would actually drive me insane. He’s only like that for you, dude. Uh, no offense Todoroki.”

“None taken,” Shouto shook his head, understandingly, “I was not completely knocked out in front of Midoriya. But even if I was, Bakugou is first to him.”

“All of you, shut your traps.”

As they bantered back and forth above him (ignoring him), Katsuki hung his head low, brow furrowed, and gripped his white bed sheets tightly, probably about to start burning them at any second. He could feel the redness on his cheeks. God, GOD. Mina was fucking right, that was hot as fuck. A gripe of pleasure washed over him, thinking how downright insane Izuku was for him, how he would break and yell and swear just at the thought of Katsuki getting hurt. He would gently caress his body before rushing head first into a fight.

He would make sure Deku knew tonight he was just as crazy.

Speaking of the devil, the door swung open. Deku quickly pattered back inside, a little out of breath from jogging as quickly as he could back to Katsuki’s room without running in hospital hallways. As their friends greeted him back inside, Katsuki roamed his eyes over Deku again, taking in the dried blood on his face he now noticed, the little red-brown stains on his shirt, and how his button-up was messier than it should’ve been.

Because he beat the shit out of that guy for me, Katsuki thought.

He glossed his eyes over the muscled forearms, sleeves rolled up to show numerous scars on rough hands, how those hands which cradled him so carefully at night were the same ones used to borderline murder, on multiple occasions. And Katsuki could stare at Deku’s legs all day to the point of being called a pervert, probably no better than Grapeface in high school. Those fucking black teacher slacks were not making his case any better as well, but suddenly thought of how fucking hot it would be to have that muscle wrapped around his face, squeezing the soul out of him. That villain was fucking lucky in a way.

They were all talking amongst each other, unaware of the newfound sexual revelations Katsuki was discovering about himself. He could admire Deku all day, but right now..

“All of you, get out.”

His stern voice cut through the room, his friends turning towards him as he wore an expression of ‘Don’t question me right now’. They all knew he meant, ‘everyone get out, except Deku’. With the video they had all just watched, Denki and Mina grinned, happily dragging the other two out quickly, and shutting the door behind them, peeking a grin and a wink before closing it.

“Get it Blasty!”

Once they filtered out of the room, Deku sat back down on the chair next to his bed, hands bunched on his lap. He smiled sweetly at Katsuki, seemingly unbothered by his demand to make their friends leave the room.

“I talked to the doctor, you can get discharged later today since it was just a concussion. But she said to lie down for the rest of the day—!”

Katsuki quickly grabbed the back of Deku’s neck and locked their mouths together, shutting down the nerd’s train of thought and surprising him. He wasted no time in biting his bottom lip, drawing a whimper and forcing his tongue inside. He moved his hand to hold Deku’s throat, something he knew the nerd liked, but would never admit. He continued to lap the inside of his mouth vigorously, dragging his tongue along teeth and licking along wet walls.

He opened his eyes slightly to Izuku’s beet red face, eyes scrunched up at the sudden sensitivity, and looked like he was about to start crying.

Katsuki reluctantly released his lips from Izuku’s, leaning back to admire the saliva stained sheen on the nerd’s mouth, but keeping a gentle hold on his throat. His eyes already looked fucked out just from kissing. At the realization of what Katsuki just did, Izuku started sputtering out.

“I—wha—K-Kacchan! We’re still i-in the hospital!”

“I saw that video.”

“I—huh?”

Katsuki dragged his hand from the column of Izuku’s throat to under his chin, raising it to meet eye to eye with him.

“That video of you beating the metal villain to shit. Dunce face shoved it in my face, that one of the civilians took.” He said with a bit of edge, then smiled evilly, “It was hot as fuck.”

Izuku paused for a second before contemplating what Katsuki was actually saying, as if he forgot about the man he almost beat to death not even a few hours prior. Then he sprung up when he seemed to remember, “Oh yeah! That villain with a metal manipulation quirk.”

And then he processed what Katsuki just said.

“Uh—uhm…you thought it—it was hot?” A blush creeping back into his face and dusting his cheeks.

Katsuki let go of his chin and leaned back, maintaining eye contact, “Never felt more turned on in my life, nerd.”

Izuku furiously blushed and began making excuses and dumb comments, saying he didn’t ‘mean to go that hard’ and he ‘forgot to detain him professionally’ since it was ‘in the heat of the moment’. Katsuki smugly grinned at the embarrassed outburst. Yes, of Deku beating a man to near death. It was both great and hilarious.

Still with a high red on his cheeks, Izuku gathered himself and gripped in his pants tighter as he muttered, “But…you know I’d do that for you Kacchan, right? I mean, he threw a block of cement at you! If I didn’t act then, he might’ve hurt you and Todoroki even more!”

“Oh really?” Katsuki grinned, “Then why didn’t you wait for Four Eyes to come? Icyhot was still conscious and able to fight, just got thrown back a few hundred feet. Ya still jumped in, and also— without the fucking suit. And, don’t think the media ain’t gonna not go crazy over this.”

“Yeah…already kinda dealing with those repercussions, I got a press conference next week” he mumbled awkwardly, smiling a little and rubbing the back of his neck. “Don’t think the Hero Commission is very happy with that, though Hawks did call me and say he could spin it to work in my favor? I’m not sure.”

Yeah, with how the media and paparazzi worked, journalists and articles could twist this situation into a million different ways. They could create rumors and gossip with just one unassuming photo and convince the world on some topics, but he’s sure that this would blow over. It wasn’t what he was really concerned about anyways. If the world got to see his partner kick ass, then let them see it. But, he also thought about what could have happened to Deku physically. “Rushing in there, it was dangerous too. You really wanna die this early in your career?”

“I couldn’t let him hurt you anymore!” Izuku whined. He looked a little pitiful and embarrassed, “B-but…Sorry—I just…when I see you get hurt, I don’t think about it—my body just moves on its own no matter what. And I didn’t care if I didn’t have the suit with me at the time, I just knew I had to do something.”

Izuku looked up, with a certain determination in his eyes, “I’d do that for you— a million times over Kacchan. It doesn’t matter if I had it or not, I’m always going to run after you, especially if you’re in danger. There were a lot of times in our lives where you saved me, even if you don’t think so. And…I realized that whenever you needed my help, I was almost always too late. And it’s not gonna happen anymore. You’re not gonna talk me out of that.”

Katsuki’s eyes widened, not expecting the sudden steel of Izuku’s feelings. From the footage of the war, he already knew of Deku’s rampage in the sky when he saw Katsuki’s dead body, only calming down with Mirio’s help. Everyone told him about it, and wouldn’t shut up about it. Most surprisingly, Monoma, who was already terrified staring at his corpse on the field, and had to see him in person in the hospital, gave him the most detail about the instance. How Blackwhip went out of control, how Izuku screamed like he’d been stabbed, how his eyes seemed to morph into that of a wild monster, how it scared him, the other heroes on the field, how it scared Shigaraki. How he was scared because of Katsuki.

Even before that, before the war, before UA, Izuku rushed head first to the sludge villain when every other hero was too fucking cowardly to do anything else, practically leaving Katsuki to suffer and slowly suffocate. Deku was the real hero. No quirk, hardly any plan, just the gall to try to save Katsuki, even at the cost of his own life.

Izuku had already proven that he would run into the most dangerous situations if it meant saving people, but, to him, saving Katsuki was different. He didn’t think, his body moved on its own. Just like him. Just like a hero.

Katsuki smiled. Fondly, with adoration, with affection, with love.

“How’d I get so fucking lucky?”

Izuku squeaked in surprise as Katsuki kissed him again, this time sweeter. Less hungry, but just as deeply. Just as lovingly.

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@yuji.izakoji!

Holy shit did anyone else see that video of deku fighting the villain on the street???

#dynadeku #BEATHISASS #deku #gahdamn

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@numi_GUMI_

(reply to: yuji.izakoji): NOT ONLY THAT!!! He did it without the mecha suit!! Holy shit???? That was honestly so hot, i want him so bad. Dynamight can’t fight all of us

#dynadeku #HOTASFUCK #deku #dynamight

@dango.rango.56

ts getting old now dynadeku straight up rubbing it in our face how DISGUSTINGLY in love they are,, #dynadeku

@qqytieie

omg im crying poor shouto getting tossed through the street 😭bro is constantly getting thrown around

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@nepo_bby08

AAHHHHHHGGG did yall SEEE that hug deku gave dynamight before beating the villain???? romantic as FUCK. romeo and juliet called

#dynadeku #BEATHIS ASS

@KAGURA_himako_

lwk i was feeling more scared of deku than the villain for a bit 😭 u hear those fucking people in the background of the video going “oh!” seeing japan’s sweetheart beating the shit out of that guy? yeah if i was dynamight i’d be folding the laundry and cleaning every night like yes ma’am whatever you want ma’am #deku #BEATHISASS #beatMYass #please

@brofloveski_ritski_mitski

deku took down that villain so damn easy??? Like ok yeah he was definitely weakened by the first few blows dynamight and shouto did, but did you see the fucking movement and gymnastics that dude performed ??? in HIS TEACHER OUTFIT in DRESS SHOES no less?? GOD i wish i had him as my sensei,, #deku #HOTASFUCK

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@sugar.sugar.on.tongue__

ok YES deku did marginally beat the man to death with his bare hands but like,, that possession,, that ANGER……… it waskinda hot..

#imnotamasochist #dynamightislucky #deku #BEATHISASS

@gugengundam_seed

AUGH we are NOT talking enough about how deku beat the guy with just his handst?? Bro just go full time like that, also his MUSCLESSSSS #deku #BEATHISASS #beatMYass

@fuckmeupdeku_izukudeku

villain might lwk be dead but that blood choke was hot asf #deku

@megan_regal_mare

(reply to @fuckmeupdeku_izukudek): it’s reported the villain isn’t dead!! But yea that leg lock lwk got me questioning things

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Chapter Text

“Flowers?”

“Boring.”

“Matching shirts!”

“Lame.”

“An All Might plushie?”

“He has too many.”

“Jewelry.”

“Too inconvenient.”

“Lingerie?”

“.....Hm.”

“Bakugou, you can NOT seriously be considering a panty set over All Might merch right now.”

Katsuki was in a dilemma, a sit in a circle with your friends like an AA meeting type of dilemma. It was his and Izuku’s 8th year anniversary coming up soon. Soon after UA, right as Katsuki started coming up with plans for the suit, he’d decided to grow a pair and ask Izuku out. But the little shit confessed first before he did, and now every anniversary they had, Katsuki was determined to come up with the best shit ever to knock the nerd off his feet, completely forgetting about the project which took years to make. He felt like that was for both of them, not just Izuku. So here he is, post-10 hour shift, still in his hero suit without the gauntlets, in his apartment with his group of idiots at midnight, deciding what to get Izuku.

“Dude, think about it!” Kaminari was gesticulating wildly, “Bakugou comes home from like a two week mission and Midoriya is just sitting there on their bed with a babydoll dress! Who wouldn’t wanna come home to their partner like that?”

“Sounds super self-absorbed, but sexy! What— you think about Bakugou’s sex life often?” Mina said across from him, though she couldn’t hide her smile either.

“I don’t! Well, I mean, Midoriya is objectively hot..I’m just saying! Oh my god, wait, please, Bakugou don’t blow my head off.”

Katsuki didn’t have to do any exploding, Jirou poked Dunce Face in the eye with one of her lobes after he said that, but she was snickering too.

Yes, Katsuki called his entourage of dumbass friends to help him determine what was the best gift to give Izuku for their upcoming anniversary. Usually, he wouldn’t ask for help for this kind of thing, but dammit was he getting desperate. It was as if every year, Izuku would manage to one-up him in gifts or dates in the best way possible, and it didn’t even seem like the nerd was trying or realized Katsuki subtly viewed it as a competition. He was just so damn endearing and genuine in his love that he didn’t see the fire in Katsuki’s eyes when it came to their anniversaries.

“Honestly, Bakugou, you could probably start a Dynamight lingerie brand and make bank off of it.”

“Okay, no, he’s not getting Midoriya a balcony bra.”

“You’re right, it should be more classy, let’s go with a chemise.”

Yeah, they’re not helping. Katsuki stared down into his hands.

“Okay, honestly though?” Kirishima nudged him with his elbow, “Maybe you should take him somewhere cool? You know, like an ice skating date, or a festival, a hike, maybe an aquarium? There are some experiences that just can’t beat gifts. Going to restaurants is great, but it’s not exactly memorable.”

“Tch. You try funding and arranging a gajillion yen suit, see how much of your brain is left to think about date locations.” Katsuki paused for a second to really think about it. He never did take Izuku on more than just restaurant and movie dates, like he was some inexperienced teenage boy. They mostly hung out at their apartments. Maybe the nerd was getting bored of it.

“But what if he doesn’t like it?”

“Well, it’s always something new to try,” Eijirou encouraged, “I didn’t know I liked dancing until Mina brought me to that dance studio she always goes to. Maybe you and Midoriya could try something new with each other? And besides, let's be real,” he elbowed Katsuki with a smile, “Midoriya would love anything you get him.”

“Yeah— he would love a X-shaped corset—” Mina butted in, before Sero shoved his elbow in her face. She fell over unceremoniously on her face, thankfully into Katsuki’s carpeted floor, with a huff. Everyone laughed, in their slightly sleep deprived states. Katsuki realized how lucky he really was, even if his friends were stupid idiots who couldn’t keep their mouths shut for more than five seconds at a time. They all did love him, helping him out with a freakout like this.

“Yeah, I’ll think of something.”

“How about you think of Midoriya in a Teddy—”

He slapped Denki upside the head.

--

“Can I open my eyes now?”

“No.”

“Will we get there soon?”

“Yeah--”

“Oh Kacchan I’m so excited! I just know whatever it is will be amazing. I can’t believe you arranged all this so far, calling off work and matching our schedules perfectly and even convincing Mr. Aizawa to take over my classes for the week! You know, they just so happen to be starting internships, so I don’t teach them that much anyways around now, it aligns perfectly! And they know about my absence too, so I can’t believe we didn’t even get any press for suddenly calling off for the first time in forever—”

“Oh my god, Deku, calm down. The date hasn’t even started yet.” Katsuki huffed with exasperation, but really, he was just glad Izuku seemed to like the whole ‘surprise’ aspect of it so far. This needed to be perfect, Izuku deserved perfect.

And Izuku could hear it in the blond’s voice, too. It was of endearment. He giggled as he walked eyes closed and hand-in-hand with Katsuki, as to not to fall over anything.

“Okay, nerd, open your eyes.”

Izuku did, and was met with the sight of the most romantic date setup ever.

It was likely around 6pm now, and the sun was just starting to set over the horizon. Izuku looked around more, and found that they were on an elevated hill at the edge, right under a giant cherry blossom tree. It was just reaching the end of the cherry season, so the trees’ petals were starting to fall with the wind rustling through them, falling slowly onto the grassy floor. Izuku spied one falling gracefully onto a checkered blanket. His eyes lit up even further with what he saw.

The floor was thankfully flat, and the grass was not too tall. A picnic blanket, checkered in red and white, rested below the tree. On the picnic blanket was a small lantern at the edge, giving warm, ambient lighting, and illuminating the picnic basket Katsuki had set down a few hours earlier, in preparation for the surprise. It was overflowing with containers of food and peaked out from the top of the basket, wrapped up in a pretty blue, red, yellow, and white bow (All Might colors, his brain supplied).

Izuku was over the moon.

He turned to Katsuki faster than his body could handle and probably damaged his neck with the speed he turned to look at him. Most people couldn’t tell, but Izuku could see Katsuki was nervous for his response. It was their 8th anniversary after all, and Izuku knew just how much it meant to the both of them. With all the recent attention from the media and work lately, Katsuki thought it’d be better to celebrate in a more private area. Restaurants and activities in the open always made them susceptible to tabloids, their apartments were private, but not exactly the pinnacle of romantic fun. But picnicking on a secluded hillside…

“I, uh—usually we go out, but I—fuck, I...wanted to do something you’d probably find more fun than sitting in a stuffy shitty restaurant this time.”

He jumped at Kacchan the second his brain processed it all. He threw his arms around the blond, “Kacchan! That’s so sweet of you!”

“Agh— fuck, I guess you like it then?” Kacchan chuckled nervously. He wrapped his arms around Izuku’s middle to steady both of them and not fall over. Izuku pulled back suddenly and looked at Katsuki with wonder.

“I love it, Kacchan!” Izuku felt the breeze tickle through his hair as he held onto Kacchan, “I never knew you were such a romantic.” He felt his cheeks start to hurt from how hard he was smiling.

“I could if I wanted to. But glad you like it, ‘Zuku.”

Izuku loved that endearing nickname. He would always be Deku. Kacchan gave him that nickname when they were kids, and he took to it throughout middle school as well. And in high school, he made it his hero name. Now, everyone knows him as Deku. But to Kacchan, he could just be ‘Zuku, forever his Izuku.

He stared into deep ruby eyes as the orange sunset blanketed them, and cherry blossoms continued to fall down in the breeze. Katsuki showed one of the rare soft expressions saved only for Izuku, eyes not constantly downturned, and mouth not snarling at their friends or citizens on a day to day basis. He looked soft, like he wasn’t a boy who fought in a war and villains on the regular. He was the boy Izuku fell in love with years ago before he even knew, he was just Kacchan. Izuku wished he was born with a time quirk, so that maybe he could pause everything right now, and stare into Kacchan’s eyes forever. He wouldn’t be happier anywhere else.

“Alright nerd, you can stare at me while we’re eating. C’mon.” Katsuki removed his arms from Izuku’s waist and grabbed a hold of his hand, leading them towards the blanket. Izuku peered into the basket to see the feast the blond had prepared.

“Kacchan! Did you cook all of this by yourself? It looks amazing!” Izuku examined all the dishes presented in the basket, they were all clearly hand-made, and that just made his heart swell even more at the effort Kacchan put into their anniversary.

“The hag helped me with a few.” There was containers full to the brim with food: rice balls, several types of sandwiches (egg, chicken Katsu, wanpaku, strawberry cream), croquettes, pickled vegetables, fried karaage, sweet rice cakes, Hanami bento, coffee jelly, and somehow, an entire container of Katsudon. Izuku could kiss Kacchan dizzy right now.

--

“I could die right now.” Izuku said as he sloppily bit into a strawberry cream sandwich, “I’m so happy.” He closed his eyes as if he was reaching a state of bliss.

“You act like I don’t feed you.” Katsuki said as he picked up a piece of karaage.

“Oh, you do, I love Kacchan’s cooking a lot! But you never let me eat sweet stuff in my bento.”

“You’re gonna get a cavity with all the sweet shit you eat someday. Also, swallow before you speak, you nerd.”

“I am being serious though,” Izuku said as he covered his mouth and finished chewing, “I do appreciate Kacchan making me all my packed lunches. You know my students get so jealous when I bring in one of your bentos, they always want to trade lunches with me!”

“Heh, obviously, my cooking’s awesome. Those brats should be jealous.”

“They’re jealous because they don’t have the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight cooking all their meals for them.” Izuku said teasingly, “Your cooking’s the best!”

“Better than Auntie’s?”

“Hmmm…I dunno about that.”

“You bastard!” Katsuki shoulder bumped him teasingly, “See if I cook for you again.”

“Nooooo, I didn’t mean it!” Izuku whined, “Please cook my meals forever Kacchan.” He finished chewing his bite and dropped a quick kiss on Katsuki’s cheek, to which the blond smiled stupidly at. Yeah, he would cook all the rice and side dishes Izuku would eat for the rest of their lives.

They both paused eating and just let the silence overtake them for a while. The sun was almost completely down by now, and just the last hints of daylight as well as the lantern beside them was bringing their date almost to an end. Katsuki felt like he absolutely nailed this.

There was just one more part of their date, Izuku didn’t know it, but there would be a meteor shower tonight. This was only one of two that would occur this year, and Katsuki got damn lucky with whatever Gods existed to perfectly align this day with the stars.

--

After absolutely housing all the food Katsuki had prepared for the both of them, they cleaned up the area, putting all the containers back and laid down in the grass. The sun had set a while ago, and they were met with the expanse of the sky, bright with stars. The cherry blossom tree had stopped shedding its petals as the wind died down, but occasionally, one still found its way to the ground. It was all quiet at night, and the only sounds present were the faint cicadas chirping some yards away and the inhale and exhale of air.

Izuku looked up at the night sky, bright with stars.

Katsuki looked to his partner next to him, his eyes bright with stars.

God, Katsuki loved him so much. If he could go back in time and beat the shit out of his younger self, he would do it in a heartbeat. He’d tell himself he was such a dumbass, that he was an arrogant piece of shit that should’ve realized his weaknesses sooner, and figured out his complex feelings for Izuku. He felt so inferior at the time, he punched and kicked and bit stupid Deku. And each time, he came back. He never stopped chasing after him.

“I spent my life chasing after you!” And Katsuki’s ready to spend the rest of his life chasing after Izuku as well, and not just by the hero rankings anymore. He’s ready to really be by his side for the rest of his life.

Katsuki gripped the small, velvety box in his pocket. He was still facing Izuku, who had just noticed the other’s staring and turned back to face him too. Izuku smiled at him, the edges of his eyes ever so slightly crinkling up as he looked at Katsuki.

“Hi Kacchan.”

“Hey nerd.”

They whispered to each other, as if they were sharing the most important secrets in the world, and they were, because Katsuki was about to make sure this declaration of love would be special to them, and them only. The sky was dark now, only the twinkles of stars above them.

“The meteor shower starts soon.”

“What?! There’s a meteor shower tonight? Did you plan that, too?!”

“Calm down, it just so happened to show today…But yeah, I thought it’d be nice to stargaze.” The ‘with you’ goes unsaid.

Silence slowly stretched through the seconds again. Maybe Izuku was a little tired from his rambling, and decided to just enjoy the time instead. He looked at Katsuki with wonder. It made his heart swell.

“Thank you so much for today, I loved it. The location was perfect, and the food was even more perfect. You have to teach me to make those sandwiches sometime.”

“Oh? You getting tired of my Katsudon now?”

Izuku laughed, “Not at all, but I wanna eat all of Kacchan’s cooking. And I wanna learn how to make it too, so I can do the same for you.”

“You’d probably burn down the kitchen in record time.”

“Nuh uh! You’d probably explode something by accident the second your recipe goes wrong.”

“You think my self-control is that bad?”

“I know your sense of competition is that bad, that’s why your cooking tasted so good.”

“Hah?”

“I know you see all our anniversaries as competitions, you know?”

Katsuki flushed suddenly with embarrassment. Of course Izuku caught on, he could read Katsuki like an open book, he’d done it all his life. Katsuki does the same. Okay, time to nail this. He turned his body completely to Izuku onto his side and focused on him only. The meteor shower could wait, the only shooting star Katsuki could watch for the rest of his life was right in front of him.

“Then you should know I like winning, Izuku.” He began, “I like winning fights, and I like winning your heart.” God, Katsuki was really about to do this. Izuku stared at him in amazement, with how he managed to get out such a sappy line.

Katsuki slowly tangled his left hand to Izuku’s right, resting their hands in between their faces on the picnic blanket, facing each other entirely, like nothing else mattered. Katsuki fumbled with the small box in his side pocket with his right, gripping it tightly.

“I don’t half-ass anything, and you’re no exception. Whenever I win, I win with no room for question, undeniably.”

Izuku’s eyes shined brighter than any star in the sky right now, and he held his breath for whatever Katsuki would say next.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I said that that day in the hospital. But at the time, I said that as a hero, I wanted to be on your heels, because being a hero meant nothing if not with you. It’s why I spent so damn long on that suit. And I don’t regret any bit of it. But since then, it’s gone beyond that. I want to be your partner in every sense of the word, heroes, lovers, whatever it is.” He smiled softly, “I love you, Izuku.”

Izuku smiled even wider, “I love you too, Kacchan.”

Katsuki let the silence stretch for just a second longer, wanting to keep their hands interlocked for just a minute longer, to keep their eyes fixed on each other for just a bit longer. All they could feel was the skin to skin warmth of their hands resting on each other and the slight intermingling of their breaths between them.

“Izuku—”

Plop!

A small drop landed on Katsuki’s forehead. Another landed on Izuku’s nose. They both looked up at the starry night sky.

Except it wasn’t starry anymore, it was completely cloudy, and rain was starting to pour onto them.

Yeah, maybe God didn’t like Katsuki after all.

“Ah! It’s raining!” Izuku sat up from the blanket, attention ripped away from Katsuki. His eyes were fixed on the clouds, growing heavier and darker with condensation, threatening to pour down even harder.

“God— fucking..Are you serious right now..” Katsuki shot up from the ground as well, muttering curses and glaring at the sky. The weather said it’d be a clear night, not even clouds would cover the sky this evening. If he ever got his hands on Japan’s weather reporter team, they could kiss their lives goodbye.

In just seconds, the rain got heavier. Their clothes stuck to their bodies and the once dry blanket they sat on was now sopping wet. The lantern went out by now, and any remaining cherry blossoms coming down from the tree had an extra splash of water on them.

Katsuki couldn’t believe his fucking luck. Thanks universe, screw him over another time, yeah? How about killing him again next? The disappointment hit him harder than any of the raindrops. They wouldn’t get to see the meteor shower, and Katsuki’s near perfect fucking proposal was ruined—

“Kacchan! Come on, let’s go home. We’re gonna get sick. Here.” Suddenly, the raindrops beating down on Katsuki stopped so slightly. He looked up from his hunched over form, staring down at the blanket, to looking up. Izuku was standing in front of him, with his dorky expression scrunched in concern. He was holding his blue hooded jacket over Katsuki’s head, even if it meant his curls got even wetter. Izuku squatted to Katsuki’s eye level and wrapped the jacket around his shoulders, pulling the hood up. Even though the jacket was still soaked with rain, it did keep the droplets from hitting Katsuki.

Everything was supposed to be perfect. It had been perfect. He planned out everything to a T, the timing, the food, he even asked his and Izuku’s shitty friends to help him with the setup. He timed it so that after he popped the question, they could cuddle together under the ensuing meteor shower, wrapping his arm around Izuku’s shoulders and the ring on his finger. And now the damn rain ruined it.

Just his fucking luck.

--

“‘M sorry.”

Izuku turned around, putting on one of his comfy Dynamight sweaters to warm him up from the cold rain. They came home, showered, and tried to warm themselves up as much as possible, making a floor palette of blankets, pillows, quilts, and whatever stuffed All Might plushies they had on hand. They had quickly driven home once it looked like the rain wouldn’t let up. Kacchan had been quiet the entire drive home. Even now, as his back faced Izuku, making tea for the two of them, he could hear the frustration in his voice, laced with a tinge of dejection.

“Huh? For what?”

“Didn’t get to see the meteor shower…I wanted you to see it.”

Izuku’s heart swelled at the tone of Kacchan’s voice. That’s what he had been upset about. He wanted to set up the most perfect date for Izuku, and stargaze with him at night.

God, Izuku loved him so much.

Izuku strode across the room and wound his arms around Katsuki’s body. The blond seemed to go still for just a second before relaxing again.

“It’s okay Kacchan. I still think it was perfect. Sure, we didn’t get to see the meteor shower tonight, but I know how much effort you put into this.” Izuku leaned over his shoulder and pecked him on his cheek.

He leaned back to see Katsuki’s slightly flushed face turned towards him. Ever since they’d started dating, Katsuki would usually be first to initiate affection, and whenever Izuku did, it would still leave the blond a flushed red. Izuku thought it was just the cutest.

Katsuki pushed the cups filled with hot tea aside on the counter to turn around and face Izuku fully. He wrapped his arms around his waist and took him in a proper kiss. It was warm, it was soft, it was home. No amount of tea or blankets could warm up Katsuki faster than Izuku’s lips on his. They separated for air and Katsuki stared deep into Izuku’s eyes. He was smiling at him dorkily.

“I want to show you something.” Katsuki saw a sheen of mischief in Izuku’s eyes. “I thought I’d show you later tonight, but I guess right now is fine too. You’re still cold right? We can warm up.”

Izuku looped his index finger along the collar of his sweater, pulling it down ever so slightly, holding eye contact with Katsuki, who let his eyes wander down to Izuku’s collarbone region to figure out just what the hell-

Oh my god, it’s fucking lace lingerie.

Katsuki felt his neck creep up with flush. Suddenly, all the cold from the rain was gone, replaced by the heat flowing through his body. His eyes were blown wide as he preened his head forward a little more to get a better look at what the hell Izuku was wearing. The shorter hero seemed to catch on and impishly pulled his collar further from his neck so Katsuki could get a better look.

Jesus fucking christ it’s in his costume colors.

“You know…” Katsuki finally looked up from his staring into Izuku’s eyes, “Denki and Mina came up to me around a week ago with an ‘early anniversary present’. They were smiling and giggling when I opened it right in front of them at the agency.”

Katsuki’s mind suddenly reset from all the staring he’d been doing at the mention of those two dumbasses. Seems like they really did get that lingerie set. And right now, he couldn’t even be mad at them. He’d definitely kick their asses later for sneaking Izuku something so explicit, but he was just a man. He glanced down again.

The straps are made of orange and black frills.

Yes, he was a very, very weak man.

“I didn’t even know Dynamight merch of this kind existed yet,” Izuku leaned in a little further, making Katsuki’s back bend over the counter, smiling teasingly, “If I’d known, I would’ve bought the entire line to test try with Dynamight myself.”

Katsuki’s hands twitched and gripped Izuku’s waist tighter. Get a fucking grip you horny bastard.

“Tch. Those idiots probably had it custom made at some shitty warehouse, or begged Ponytail to make it. I’ve never seen this shit before.”

Izuku’s smile turned to a feral grin.

“Really? So then, Dynamight, do you wanna see your new merch yourself?”

Yeah, it was over for Katsuki.

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“It’s a fucking what?”

“It’s an X-shape corset chemise with leather garters!” Izuku said chipperly, as if they didn’t just go at it for hours. Looks like working as both a teacher and pro didn’t affect his stamina or energy at all, it seemed.

“God, those idiots are such freaks.”

“Kacchan! Be nice, they’re our friends!”

Katsuki grumbled at that, yeah, friends who he’d knock the shit out of when the next week came. But he did reluctantly tell Izuku to keep the set for the future. So he couldn’t be too upset with those idiots.

“Hehe, maybe it’s good that it rained early, so I had a chance to show this off to you. I was wearing it under my regular clothes, you know? When we got back I showered and put them back on again.”

Katsuki’s heart kickstarted again just at the thought of that.

“Fuckin’ perv, you were hoping I’d bang you tonight, weren’t you?”

Izuku threw his head back into the pillows and laughed, and at that, Katsuki grinned a little at the sound of it. Both of their hair was already rustled and his skin clammy from their sweat. They were laying on the floor now, blissed out and just enjoying the afterglow. It was way past midnight now, but they had the next day to just sleep in with each other. Izuku’s laughter died down as Katsuki stared at the ceiling. Tonight was great, he wouldn’t deny that, fuck, any night he had with Izuku was great, but he still couldn’t help but be disappointed with how their date ended.

“I still wanted you to see that meteor shower, damn clouds ruined everything.”

Izuku turned his body facing Katsuki on his side, like they did at the picnic.

“I know you hate the rain. And it’s okay we didn’t see it. We have the rest of our lives to see so many other meteor showers, right?” Izuku linked Katsuki’s left hand with his right and brought it up to his face. Katsuki softly caressed the scarred side of Izuku’s cheek, who turned to press tiny kisses in those explosive palms, “Besides, I’ve got all the meteor showers I want to see for the rest of my life right here.”

Katsuki’s eyes softened.

“Sappy nerd.”

“You love it.”

They let the silence fill the space, as Katsuki continued rubbing his fingers across the scar under Izuku’s eye. The rain had lessened its intensity by now, and only the light sound of drizzle collided with their windows, making it the perfect rainy day to sleep in.

“Kacchan, I can’t tell you how happy I am,” Izuku started, blearily smiling at their interlocked hands, a softness in his eyes, “I’ve got my family and friends here with me, I’ve become a pro now, still teach the next generation, and I have you. You know, if I told my middle school self this, he’d probably pass out from how insane it sounds.”

Katsuki held onto his hand tighter.

“And I don’t blame you at all for it, I know you still feel guilty about that. At first, I was worried that’s why you made the suit for me, because you still felt bad about the past…But I’m so happy that you wanted to be hero partners with me.”

“Didn’t fucking seem like it when you rejected me not too long ago.”

“Okay, yeah, that was my bad, I...didn’t know how much it’d mean to you. I just felt like I was so far behind all our classmates to catch up..I was scared to be a hero again.”

“You’ve always been a hero,” Katsuki turned to face Izuku, “You’re a stupid hero who always does his best. Don’t even think otherwise. And I’m gonna make sure you’re gonna keep doing your best.”

“For the rest of our lives?”

“For the rest of our lives.”

They smiled dopeily at each other, the exhaustion from the day finally kicking in, and sleep coming to take them. Their hands still rested with each other, never daring to move.

“Kacchan, will you marry me?”

Katsuki blinked up from looking at their hands to Izuku’s eyes, looking for any hint of what might be a joke. But all he saw was a genuine, unadulterated look of love. The same look he’d seen all his life. Izuku grinned at Katsuki’s stunned silence, his mouth gaping open like an idiot.

“I was trying to think of the perfect time when I should say it, but—” Izuku quickly turned behind himself, rummaged through the piles of pillows and blankets and emerged with a small box from underneath it. He turned right back over to face Katsuki, cradling the case in his scarred hands. “I thought about it, really really thought about it. I want to be with you forever. I know what we have is hard to describe, and I know it’s not always gonna be easy. And I don’t think we’ve ever been easy, but it just makes me love you all the more. I just know that I’m happy when I’m with you. And I wanna be with you, if you’ll have me.”

Katsuki held his breath, he felt a wetness creep into his eyes as Izuku opened up the case between them, and held it up to Katsuki’s face. It was the most perfect ring he’d ever seen, a black, sleek titanium band with two orange and dark green diamonds, wrapped in an amber gold infinity shape. It was so them.

“Katsuki Bakugou, will you spend the rest of our lives with me?”

Katsuki never kissed him faster.

Forget the ring, forget the picnic, the ruined meteor shower, the lingerie, everything. Katsuki pushed Izuku on his back and kissed him like he’d never get to again. The ring and its case spilled somewhere to the side of their pillows; he’d find it later. He kissed Izuku so hard, who reciprocated with just as much intensity, wrapping his arms upward around the blond’s neck, and only pulling away for air briefly before joining their mouths again. They drew back and looked at each other with the softness of something indescribable.

“Fucking— yes, Izuku. Yours, yours. I’m yours, you’re mine.”

Izuku smiled at that, hair being rustled by their movement even more. His eyes closed as he smiled with reddened cheeks, “I love you Kacchan.”

“I love you too, Izuku.”

They sealed their lips together once more, again and again, and would keep doing so forever.