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“Kacchan! Go out with me!” Izuku exclaims and Katsuki blinks before reflexively saying ‘No.’

“Eh?! Why?!”

Katsuki blinks once more before saying, “It’s too fucking hot, damn nerd.” He says before letting his head fall back, cool air of the conditioning hitting his head.

“No! Not now, wait, there isn’t even a festival today!” Izuku pouts, “There’s a festival on Friday! I wanna go!”

Katsuki thinks it over, before the thought of leaving the house brings a tidal wave of laziness and he groans, “Nooo,”

“Kacchaaan,” Izuku whines, draping his body over Katsuki’s torso causing irritation to rise, “please?”

“I already said no you damn nerd!”

“But Kacchaaaaan, pleeeassse? I wanna go to a festival!”

This is how they’ve always been between the both of them — angry shouts and banter, endless chatter and soft laughter, easy conversations and comfortable silences.

“Oi, Kacchan, are you even listening? Fes-ti-val! ”

“And I already told you, no. You know how much people are going to be there? Everyone in the freaking country knows our faces. It’s too much trouble, don’t wanna go.”

“But — eh? Kacchan! We haven’t been to a festival together since high school, we have to go! Everyone’s going to be there!”

“That’s even worse you damn nerd!” Katsuki groans and Izuku continues to whine.

“Kacchan! Kacchaaaan! Katsuki? Katchuki!”

“What are you, five?!”


Katsuki ends up going to the festival with Izuku. He’s even dressed up in a yukata, his in black and orange, and Izuku in green and white with matching flower ornaments in his hair.

Katsuki takes a look around, the place is littered with lanterns, laughter and chatter fill the air

“Kacchan, you’re so cute.” Izuku laughs and presses his lips onto Katsuki’s, people stop and stare, some whispering, but Katsuki doesn’t care, but what he does care about is getting called ‘cute’.

“Who’re you calling cute, fucking nerd?” Katsuki says with no real anger or bite to his words but he sighs as Izuku runs his hand through his hair.

“But you are! Look, the yukata looks so nice on you!”

“Shut it, shitty Deku!” Katsuki barks, a hand on Izuku’s head

“Kacchan — Hey, watch it — Hey! My hair ornament! Kacchan!” Izuku whines.

“Oi! Bakugou, Midoriya! You came and — Ah! Midoriya got Bakugou to wear a yukata!” Katsuki hears Kirishima’s voice and his head turns in search of crimson red hair and finds it.

“Shut it, Shitty hair.” Katsuki barks with no real bite in his voice.

Laughter comes from behind Kirishima and familiar brown hair peeks out, “Ah, Deku-kun really had you wrapped around is finger, doesn’t he, Bakugou?”

“He ain’t got me wrapped around anything, Round Face!” Katsuki growls, face flushing slightly red before turning his head and he sees Izuku flushing a faint red as well.

“U-Uraraka-san!” Izuku stammers out, hands waving around frantically, “I-I — Kacchan doesn’t — I mean!”

Uraraka lets out a laugh before waving a hand in the air dismissively, “I’m just joking. Kinda. Ah, anyways, here comes Iida-kun!”

“Ah! Bakugou-kun! It has been a long time since we have seen each other!”

Katsuki lets out a groan and the three laugh at his misery. One by one, previous members of 1-A arrive at their meeting point.

“Bakugou! How’ve you been, my dude!” Katsuki blinks as blonde enters his vision.

“Dunce face.” Katsuki instinctively barks out and Kaminari face plants.

“I see you haven’t changed much.”

“Really? I think he’s changed a lot now! He’s a lot softer!” Mina chirps and puts a hand on Bakugou’s hair.

“Don’t fucking touch my hair.”

“Aw, but you let Mido-chin touch it though!” Mina pouts, “No fair.”

Kaminari, Sero and Mina make faces at Katsuki which he ignores. Uraraka approaches him, skip in her step and a grin plastered on her face, “Bakugou-kun! I’m going to be taking Deku-kun with me, Iida-kun, and Todoroki-kun! We’re going to be Deku-squad bonding! I promise to give him back later! Bye!” She says before running off, hand waving in the air.

“Guess you’re stuck with us Bakugou-kun.” Sero says, throwing an arm over Katsuki's shoulders.

“Lets go, Bakubro! I wanna play some shateki! I also wanna grab a goldfish!”

“Oh! I want cotton candy!”

“Ah! I want yakitori!”


The five of them walk around the festival before deciding to settle down at the river bank, “Ah, that was fun. When was the last time we all hung out like this?” Mina says as she stretches on the ground

"Awhile now, huh?" Sero hums.

“Hey, Bakugou! I have a question! How did you and Midoriya meet? I mean, you’ve known each other since you guys were kids, right? How’d that go? Did you scare Midoriya into tears with your shitty personality?” Kaminari teases and Katsuki blinks.

“Deku and me, huh?” Katsuki hums before thinking hard.

Katsuki thinks back to the days when all he had seen black and white, dull and lifeless. Then he remembers the day when he first met Izuku, still remembers every detail from that day. Katsuki remembers how his world burst into colors and life. He remembers how the flowers on the side bled into bright hues and warm shades — oranges and yellows, someone had told him after. And then more than that, he remembers seeing stars dancing across the other boy's skin and across his cheeks, trailing all the way down to his neck. He remembers wide, bright green eyes with filled with wonder and surprise which exploded into elation and pure unadulterated joy.

Katsuki had stood there, unmoving, with eyes wide and lips parted in surprise, warmth blooming in his chest while the rest of the world bled into color. His lungs forgetting how to take in air and the world seeming to stop as their eyes met.

“Ah!” The boy exclaimed, his lips morphing into a shit-eating grin, “Your eyes! What color are they?! They’re really pretty! Your hair also! What’s your name?! Ah, I’ve always wanted to meet my soulmate! Mama said I wouldn’t meet you anytime soon, but I did! I’m just— Oh, I haven’t even introduced myself yet and—”

Katsuki stared at the boy in front of him before laughter escaped his lips and he thought, ‘This is my soulmate? He’s mine?’

His laughter stopped and he looked to the boy in front of him again. His eyes are glazed over in an emotion he couldn’t decipher, but he ruffled the other boy’s hair and smirked, “So, what’s your name? You wanna go play hero?”

The smaller boy blinked before a heartbreaking smile graced his lips and he said “I’m Izuku! Midoriya Izuku!”

Katsuki looked around and saw the falling leaves of autumn, like puzzle pieces falling into place, “Heh, I’m Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki. You better remember my name because I’m going to become the number one hero!”

Katsuki shook his head before a smirk graces his lips, “Heh, fucking nerd ran up to me and talked my ears off,” Katsuki says, “I don’t remember much of what we did after, just that.”

“Ah, I’m jealous. Wonder what it’s like to have lived almost your entire life knowing color.” Kirishima, sighs and Sero and Mina nod in agreement.

“It’s not all that nice,” Katsuki says, “But it’s alright, I guess. I like where I am right now.”

“What do you mean it’s not all that nice? I love living with color! Gods, bless Hitoshi though, I’m a slow fucker, so he takes the reigns in our relationship, heh.” Kaminari laughs.

“It’s just — We’re heroes, y’know.” Katsuki says and Kirishima’s eyes grow wide with realization.

“Oh,” Kirishima says.

Kaminari tilts his head to the side in confusion, “What’s that supposed to mean? That doesn’t explain shit Bakubro.”

“He means that we could die at anytime, Kaminari.” Mina says, and the group falls silent.

“I — I think it hits us harder, people who’ve lived almost their entire life with color I mean, when it happens,” Katsuki says, suddenly quiet, “I don’t know what it’s like living without feeling whole and I don’t know what it’s like living without color. Losing that feeling of wholeness, losing life in everything that we see? It breaks us because we don’t know what that feeling is. I saw it happen before to this girl I had rescued.”

Four pairs of eyes widen in surprise, unsure of how to take in the words Bakugou had told them, before Kirishima smiles softly at Katsuki.

“Bakugou, you’re overthinking things. You need to start living in the present. These are just what ifs, aren’t they? We’re heroes, yeah. But have some faith in Midoriya, he’s not as reckless as he was in our first year and we’ve grown a lot, haven’t we?”

Katsuki’s head turns to meet Kirishima’s eyes, and the others grin too, “That’s right, Bakugou. And besides, no matter what happens, you’re always going to have us, y’know?” Sero says and offers him a grin.

Katsuki blinks before shaking his head, “You four? With your limited number of brain cells, who’s to say that you four won’t be the first to go?”

“Hey! That’s mean, Bakubro! You know you love us, you'd cry for us!”

Katsuki lets out a laugh, his heart feeling kind of lighter. The others continue to scream and pester him, but Katsuki finds he doesn’t mind. Not if it’s these people.


It’s late and Katsuki’s getting tired. He’s surrounded by the chatter of both friends and strangers, Katsuki unknowingly inches farther and farther away from the group, unconsciously searching for Izuku but suddenly, Izuku finds him — Izuku always finds him, always knowing when he wants to get away or just where he — Izuku clearly notices that Katsuki was getting tired of the crowd and he bounces to his side and grabs his hand, “Kacchan, let’s go somewhere quieter! I know a place!”

Izuku smiles knowingly and tugs Katsuki’s hand, “Alright then, lead the way, I guess.” Katsuki sighs.

Katsuki glances at their intertwined hands as Izuku leads him. His hand is calloused and littered with scars, down to his fingers and up his arms.

“Has anyone ever told you that your freckles are like constellations?” Katsuki sighs, as his hands trace the freckles on Izuku’s cheeks

“Really?” Izuku lets out an airy laugh, “You’d be the first and maybe the last. Heh, That’s such a shoujo line, Kacchan.”

“Shut up, you damn nerd! See if I ever tell you anything ever again!” Katsuki barks out, flushing a faint red.

“Ah! Kacchan! I was only joking!”

Izuku and he are angry shouts and bright laughter that ring through the air, then a brush of hands and little touches from the tips of their fingertips that link the both of them together. They’re all about ice cream cones and continuous chatter about pro-heroes and up and rising U.A students. It’s late night train rides with Izuku’s head on Katsuki’s shoulder, Izuku always humming a new song and Katsuki watching the scenery outside blur into a multitude of different shades, some colors Katsuki still can’t seem to name. It’s late night kisses and breathless gasps, skin, tongue, and teeth, passionate and rough, hungry and wild contrasting Izuku’s gentle and soft, kind and warm kisses. Fingers that dance across his skin, tracing shapes and tracing the constellation engraved across Izuku’s body.

Izuku stops as the trees clear and the trails ends on a cliff overviewing the entire place, “Pretty, right? And we can watch the fireworks from here, it’s about to start anytime now.” Izuku says, looking at the people in the festival and settling down by the edge of the cliff, Katsuki following right after him.

They sit in silence, content with each other’s company and the feeling of their hands against each other. Katsuki thinks about everything they’ve been through till now and he laughs at it all. Worries, doubts, insecurities, screaming, anger, fear. That’s who he is. And so Katsuki looks at Izuku now, moonlight covering him in a veil of silver and eyes bright with a soft happiness and the corners of his lips quirk upwards into a gentle smile. Izuku looks his way and smiles at him, the edges of his eyes crinkling in happiness and hint of mischief, “Are you done falling for me yet?” Izuku asks cheekily.

The wind blows in a way that wafts Izuku’s scent, he smells of laundry detergent and sunlight, his eyes are alight with wonder and Katsuki doesn’t understand what Izuku sees in him; He doesn’t understand how Izuku always says his name like his presence is a blessing from the Gods above because it should have been the other way around. He doesn’t understand what he had done to deserve Izuku in his life but he is infinitely grateful.

(Katsuki briefly thinks this is perhaps he is turning into a shoujo manga main character and he snorts, heart filling with affection)

“Cheeky bastard,” Katsuki says, and Izuku’s laughter chimes like bells.

Katsuki leans down and presses their lips together, and Izuku laughs once more before kissing Katsuki back. Katsuki slides his fingers into green tresses, tips Izuku’s head back slightly until their mouths fit perfectly together. Katsuki kisses Izuku like a man drowning and Izuku is the very air he breathes, and Izuku gives, meeting Katsuki’s pace and every demand. It's a brush of lips and a slide of tongue, heat, and silver-bright sparks of want. Izuku’s hands find themselves on Katsuki’s arms, tracing random shapes, sending sparks dancing on his skin.

Katsuki pulls aways opens eyes he can’t remember closing, breathes mingling. Izuku kisses down his jaw softly, sweetly, like butterfly touches, and Katsuki revels in the feeling of lips on skin.

“Katsuki,” Izuku sighs and presses his lips to his once more before pulling away, “I love you.”

Katsuki tilts his head forward until their foreheads meet and he lets his eyes flutter shut, “Thank you for bringing color into my life, for just being,” Katsuki hears Izuku murmur.

Katsuki opens his eyes and finds Izuku’s hands once more, holding it tight and holding it close, before he says, “I love you too,” He says, “You better be responsible for this. Fucking giving me all these shitty feelings.”

Izuku lets out a soft laugh before Izuku puts a hand on Katsuki’s cheek, “Thank you,” Izuku says, “I’ve always thought that maybe I didn’t deserve you and that you should’ve ended up with somebody else. Platonic soulmates, perhaps because…” Izuku trails off and turns his head away from Katsuki.


“Because — I’m just me, y’know? I’m just Izuku. This may be selfish of me, but I’m glad you loved me back. So, thank you for loving me back.”

Katsuki’s heart beats loudly within his chest, the words resonating within his head because Katsuki in love with the stars that dance across Izuku’s cheeks and across his chest, along his back and onto every part of his body. He falls in love with the color green that paints Izuku’s very being. He loves the glow of his eyes and cheeks, and just— everything. He should be the one thankful, not Izuku.

“It’s not selfish. If anything, I thought I was fucking blessed that you fell for a bastard like me. Shit I’m a horrible person and you can’t say shit because I’m a fucking terror to deal with.” Katsuki sees Izuku shut his mouth before letting out another sigh.

“I know I’m not the easiest to deal with, never will be. So…” Katsuki trails off, unsure of what to say.

“Kacchan, you’re amazing. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, yeah?” Izuku says, green eyes meeting his, seriousness glinting in his eyes. Katsuki lets out a sigh, and twines his fingers with Izuku’s and pulls them to his cheek.

“It should be me saying that.” Katsuki grumbles and he can feel Izuku smile against his skin, “I love you, Izuku.”

The fireworks in the sky continue to explode into a multitude of colors, the sound of cheers in the background, and the hot summer air blowing against their skin. His thoughts are full of static and his skin burns from where Izuku’s fingertips touch him and all Katsuki can focus on is the feel of lips on his once more and the happiness bursting from his chest.

Izuku is a map with constellations etched across his skin and his eyes are a universe with which galaxies and stars collide and katsuki is so very in love with him.