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KATSUKI - pov
I’ve known the nerd since we were in diapers. He’s always followed and stuck to me like a leech who thirsted for my blood.
Yeah, that shit bothered me. But seeing as he’s stopped? Yeah, that shit pisses me the fuck off way more.
We talk, but we’re not ‘Bakugo and Deku’ anymore. I don’t yell at him, he doesn’t come to me to get yelled at.
Our interactions are quick—too quick to even be considered interactions. He’s moved on. From being my friend, at least. Maybe he got over “Kacchan”. I dunno.
And I don’t know why, but that hurts.
IZUKU - pov
It’s been a month since Kacchan and I have drifted apart. Not sure why, but it just happened. I miss him—and his yelling. It was more than Kacchan just yelling at me. It meant he trusted me. And it brought me comfort that I was a person that he trusted more than anyone else.
But now that’s gone.
The week before winter break was fine. Kacchan and I spoke like normal. It was after—or inbetween, where the sudden change occurred. We came back to school, and we just… didn’t speak to each other.
At first I thought Kacchan was just in a tough mood for the day, but he didn’t talk to me at all.
Yeah, it’s not a huge deal, but it’s still a deal that I’m dealing with.
And I hate it.
I just want my Kacchan back.
KATSUKI - pov
I take my seat, unintentionally whipping my head around to Izuku’s seat behind me and bother him like I usually do. “Oi—“ I cut myself off, realizing that idiot isn’t even in his seat.
I look around, tryna spot that damn nerd. I catch him in his usual spot in the mornings.
He’s with round face.
Talking.
Smiling.
Laughing.
They’ve been together since summer of last year.
It pisses me off how happy he looks with her. When he used to be just as happy with me.
My head spins to the front of the room , the teacher entering just as Izuku takes his seat behind me.
“Hi Kacchan.” I don’t bother to smile or wave back.
“Hey.” I say, nudging him a kick at his shin.
“Oww—“ he winces, turning back in his seat.
———
“Hey, Bakugo!”
My attention is pulled away from focus and I turn my head around, Kirishima jogging down the hall towards me.
“Hah? Wha’dya want?” I ask, already uninterested in what he has to say.
“We’re planning a movie night in the dorms after school today. Wanna join?” He asks, dounce face practically jumping up and down next to him in hopes of me saying yes.
“No—“ they both stop infront of me, placing their grimy hands on my shoulders.
I shove them off, and they don’t move. “Okay, listen—“
“yeah, listen!” Denki chimes in.
“It’s friday,” Kirishima starts up again. “We can catch a break. We haven’t spent much time together in a group for a bit of time..”
“Ooh, yeah! And maybe you and Midoriya can fix things and—“ Kirishima nudges Denki, shoving past him, following up with a look.
“Nothing happened between us. Nothings changed. I’m not going.” I say finally, pushing past the two of them, heading straight for the dorm rooms.
I pull out my key, twisting it as I push the door open.
Everyone’s out in the common area watching shit, laughing together. I’m not gonna bother to go out. Everyone’s so noisy. The only one who understood when I needed peace and quiet was Deku.
And I don’t have my Deku anymore.
So nothings really worth it.
———
I keep in bed, unable to find a comfortable position. Unable to sleep.
It’s because of the damned noise.
I turn my lamp on, throwing my blanket off as I slip my feet into my slippers.
Guess it wouldn’t be bad to bond a bit.
People on the couch, a few in the kitchen making snacks, serving drinks.
I look around but don’t spot Deku.
Where is he?
I don’t spot round face, either.
I stick my head out the door, and from my peripheral vision, I see Deku and her. Walking out of her dorm.
Dammit—
I punch the side of the door frame out of frustration; not loud enough to get anyone’s attention.
I slam my door shut, going into the bathroom as a stand myself over the sink.
Staring at myself in the mirror.
Why do I care?
Why does it hurt so much?
Why?
I feel my face go hot, and I’m unable to stop the tears I didn’t even know I had—
What the fuck.
Stop. Why am I crying.
This isn’t like me.
I wipe my face with the back of my hand, and walk out of the bathroom.
I don’t fucking cry.
I don’t do that shit.
IZUKU - pov
Kacchan’s upset.
He’s upset and I’m fighting the urge to check on him.
Did I do something? He looked at me and slammed the door shut… not to mention the staring me down.
If he’s upset with me—I should go check on him, right?
“Izu, baby, are you listening to me?”
My head is pulled out of my thoughts, my attention going in front of me.
“Hm—?” I say, looking at a confused Uraraka. “You okay?” She asks, smiling at me, dragging her from hers across my arm.
“I’m fine.” I give a smile back.
But why was he mad?
I should check on him.
He’d want me to, right?
“Hey, are you sure—talk to me if—“
Right, he would.
“I’ll be right back.”
The movies still going, popcorns everywhere, laughing, screaming, nudging, clapping. Everyone’s having fun.
They won’t even notice I’m gone.
Just like no one notices Kacchan isn’t here.
I take a deep breath after the final knock.
The door swings open.
Kacchan eyes are red, his pants hanging low. Shirtless, his breathing heavy.
“C-can I come in?” God, this is much scarier than I thought.
I don’t get a response. Just getting stared down.
He nods before going into his dorm. I close the door shut, slowly following behind him.
“You okay?” I ask, keeping my distance.
He does too.
Arms crossed, legs as well.
He’s leaned back against his dresser, his muscles tight, jaw tense.
He seems out of it.
“M’fine.” He responds, eye contact barely holding.
I walk over to him, stopping a few inches away.
He’s been crying..
“Kacchan—“ I reach out on instinct. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t move.
I stop before I could touch his face, pulling my hand away. “I’m sorry.”
I avert my gaze, and he doesn’t say anything.
“Uhm..” I begin to say, watching his chest as it rises slowly. I can’t help but notice the little details Kacchan carries.
“So, you’re fine?” I finish off, raking my fingers through my hair, letting off a nervous laugh.
“Mm.” He answers, not giving me anything more.
“Alright.”
But I don’t move. I don’t turn around to leave, I just stand there.
I hadn’t realized how strong Kacchan really was—his muscles way bigger than when I last saw him.
He’s much bigger as well as defined compared to me. A little taller, too.
He’s pretty fit.
His pants hanging on by what seems to be luck. My eyes follow just above them. His v-line deep, showing intense.
Fuck, I’m staring.
Kacchan stares at me as he watches me eye his body. “Like what you see, huh?”
Sounds like he’s teasing, but the expression on his face says he’s dead serious and not joking around with the question.
“Ah—sorry!” I frantically wave my hands in front of my face, taking a step back as I pull my eyes away from his lower abdomen. “Well, okay then.. bye, Kacchan.” I nod, giving him a soft smile.
He lets a heavy breath out as his final response, and I walk out, closing the door shut behind me.
KATSUKI - pov
I smack the blaring alarm clock blindly, the sound going silent.
I get up with a groan, reaching for my phone, disconnecting it from the charger.
12 AM
The morning? What the hell.
Did I seriously set my alarm wrong? God.
Great, now I’m loosing sleep, too.
I get up, making my way to the bathroom.
After finishing, I wash my hands, going back to my bed.
I stop just as I stand in front of it.
Now I’m thirsty dammit.
If I get water, I’ll loose more sleep.
Sleep. Water. Sleep. Water.
Ehh fuck it. I already set the time for am instead of pm. Might as well get fucking water.
The common area is quiet. The night shining through the windows. There’s a blue hue in the dorm areas, and I make my way to the kitchen.
I open the cabinet, reaching for a glass cup.
I yawn, watching as the cup fills with water.
“Can’t sleep either?”
I nearly choke on my water, pulling the cup away from my mouth.
My eyes heading towards the sound.
Deku comes into the kitchen, his face in a soft expression.
“What?” I ask, going to take another sip.
“Oh, well, I thought—ya’know what, never mind,” he lets off a soft chuckle. The air between us cold, quiet. “I’m just getting water, too.” He walks past me, reaching up for a glass in the cabinet.
I chug my water down, leaving my glass by the sink.
Deku comes up beside me to fill his cup, and I move out of the way.
I grab my phone, heading back to my dorm.
“Ah—wait! Kacchan..” I turn around to the nerds voice, brows raised to what he has to say next. “I just wanted to ask you.. um.”
“Spit it out, nerd. It’s almost one, I need sleep.” I hurry him, and he sets his cup down, coming over to me.
“Can.. can we talk? Maybe?” The night light shines on the side of his face, illuminating his four freckles. His hair is messy and it’s all tangled up. Tch. Typical Izuku.
I nod, and lean against the counter waiting for him to speak. “Not here.” He looks around, then looks back at me with a head tilt and a faint smile.
I don’t know what this is about, nor do I really care. We aren’t what we used to be anymore. So it doesn’t matter.
I follow Deku to his dorm.
He opens the door. I walk in after him, seeing fucking pink cheeks sleeping peacefully in his bed.
Yeah I’m not doing this. “I’m leaving, Deku.”
I say, turning around.
He grabs my arm, pulling me in towards the room. I stumble, then catch my balance over his desk. “What the fuck—you literally have company. Hell no.” I sit up, and he pushes my hips back down.
“No, just let me talk!” He whisper yells. His brows furrowed, a pleading expression set on his face.
“I’m not going to fucking talk with your girlfriend in the bed just a few feet away, Deku.” I make myself clear. He nods then takes my arm again, rushing us both into the bathroom.
I lean back against the sink. I look at him with an eyebrow raise, crossing both my legs and arms.
“Well, you two seem fancy.” I tease. Deku rolls his eyes, not accepting my half compliment. “Kacchan,” he reaches out to me.
His hands rest on my biceps. Each one on either side. “What happened to us?”
The air goes silent. Suddenly the silence between us much louder than when it was before.
“You got a girlfriend. You changed. That’s what happened.” I pull back, watching as his hands fall to his sides. “No, you changed.” He says back. “I waited for you to talk to me. You never did. Why the hell was that?”
His voice low, tone rough. Angry. His loose shirt following as his chest beats up, then back down slowly.
“Why does it matter. S’not like you put any effort in paying attention to me, Deku.”
He steps back, lowering his head down to his hand as he scrunches his nose up.
“That’s not true,” he rises his head back up, pointing his finger at me. “You know it’s not.”
I shake my head. “Do I?” His eyes widening for a single second, then falling back into an angry expression. “You ditched me for her.” I add on, getting up and off the counter.
“I what?” Deku dropped his hands. He stood up straight, his expression looking like I had just stabbed him.
“You knew what we had, Deku.” My tone was low, but my words sliced the air between us like a million shards of glass. “And yet you still chose her. In a damned heartbeat.” It was silent for a second before Deku spoke up.
“No, Kacchan. That’s not..” Deku trailed off, burying his face into his palms.
He lifted up, a pair of red and watery eyes looking back up at me. “I-I just miss you. I miss you so fucking bad. Why can’t we be friends again?” He stepped closer.
I could tell he wanted to grab me. To touch—to hug me. “Because,” I began to say, the inches between us going shorter as I got closer. “I don’t want to be your friend, Izuku. We can’t be friends.”
My face leaned low over his. He stood there, looking at me in my eyes like he could see through them.
“Izuku? Are you in the bathroom, love?”
My head darted towards the bathroom door. On the other side, his girlfriend calling.
I raised an eyebrow, pulling Deku’s face to look back at mine. “Looks like you got something else to keep you busy, huh. You don’t miss me.”
IZUKU - pov
Last I spoke to Kacchan was last night. He’s pretty angry and I don’t know what to do.
The whole class has plans today. But I don’t think I’m going. I seriously can’t stand Kacchan being mad at me. I just can’t fucking handle that.
So I’m staying. And I’m betting anything that he is too. I’ll talk to him then.
I have to.
“Izu!” Uraraka caught my attention, dragging me out of my thoughts yet again.
“How do I look! Blue dress, or the pink one?” She does a spin, flashing off the dresses with a huge smile on her face. “I love them both, baby.” I say, curling into her with a hug. “You’re so beautiful.” I add on.
She smiles, returning the soft hug back.
She places her hand over the side of my face, planting a soft kiss on my cheek.
“You excited for today?” She asks, unzipping her dress to switch to the blue one. I help her take it off, and we hang the pink one up.
“Oh, I’m not going.” I let a soft chuckle out. I put the dress on its hanger and hang it up. “What! Want me to stay with you? Maybe we can have a lil one on one movie date?” She winks at me.
I give her a nervous laugh. “I think I’ll stay and catch up on school work. This years kinda rough right now.” Her smile drops into a saddened expression.
“Awh!” She turns around, and I zip the blue dress up. “Oh, also. What were you doing in the bathroom last night? I could’ve sworn I heard talking. Were you on the phone, love?”
I can’t tell her I was in there with Kacchan. I mean, we weren’t doing anything, but still.
“Yeah, I was on the phone.” I give her my best smile, and she does the same back.
Both our heads dart towards the door, the knocks heavy on the other side. “LETS GOO!” Mina says on the other side, rushing Uraraka to touch up her highlighter.
“Okay! Gotta go! Love you, sweet boy.” She plants a quick kiss to my lips. She pulls apart, but I grab the sides of her face, not wanting to let go.
“Don’t go,” I whisper against her lips, following up with a soft smile. “Love you.” I add. She yells it back, closing the door as she leaves the room.
I know I shouldn’t have lied. But part of me feels like I owe something to Kacchan.
——
It’s been two hours since everyone left, and I’ve been in my dorm. Doing nothing.
But fuck I’m hungry.
I open my door, and poke my head out.
To my right, I hear the door next to me open too. It’s Kacchan. He’s still here. Just like I thought.
I quickly look away, unable to face him right now. I step out, making my way to the kitchen. He steps out too.
His body is wet, steam fuming off his body. Towel hanging low, dripping wet hair. He just took a shower.
I focused my eyes off him, and make my way into the kitchen. Kacchan walks past me and enters the kitchen, opening the refrigerator, grabbing an energy drink.
He turns around, making his way back to his dorm.
Say something. Call out to him, Izuku.
Just talk to him.
“K—“ I cut myself off, watching as he walks back to his dorm.
Dammit!
I slam my fist on the counter.
Why couldn’t I say his name?
I’ve done it thousands of times before. So what changed now?
——
KATSUKI - pov
First time Deku’s stayed quiet while I’m in the room. Weird.
I pull the tab on my drink, hearing it pop as it opens. I chug it down, and put on a pair of pajama pants.
I take my laptop and open an empty doc.
Fuckass homework.
I can’t do this shit. Everytime I think of writing, I can’t help but think that Deku is in the room next to me.
I have to go see him.
Talk to him at least.
I crush the can of my now empty energy drink, tossing it into the trash can.
I walk over to my door, turning the handle as I pull it open.
On the other side, I’m met with Deku. Standing there.
“O-oh, hey I was just—“ I pull him into my dorm, shutting the door as I press him against it.
“Why do you keep coming after me? Huh? What is it that you want?” I narrow my eyes down at him. His breath heavies.
“I-I—“ he begins to say. Dammit, Deku.
I grab his jaw, tight. “Speak, dammit.”
He squints his eyes shut, only opening them back up fully when I let his face go.
“Kacchan..” just that. Just Kacchan. And he goes quiet. Whether he’s figuring out the words in his mind, or whatever the fuck it is, it’s driving me insane.
I look up from his eyes, down to his lips, watching as they part open to speak, but nothing coming out.
“I don’t know what tension we have, but please just forgive me.” I raise an eyebrow at him, letting a soft chuckle and smirk creep up as I did so.
“Forgive you? For what exactly? Huh, Izuku?” I press my body against his, his head tilting against the door, the gap between him and his back against the door now being nothing.
“F-for..” he starts up. His words are slurring, voice low. His eyes squint again and he clenches his teeth.
I look down, realizing I’ve been pressing my knee into him unintentionally. I look back up, Izuku’s face sweaty and hot.
God, how I fucking I love that look on him. I love the way he looks so vulnerable right under me. I press my knee into him harder.
“Can’t speak? Hm?” I tilt my head low by his ear, and whisper, “go on, say something for me.”
I can just hear how hard he’s panting. His chest rising up and falling back down in quick instants.
I bring my face over to his, just barely hovering over his face, inches away.
I press harder into him, and he lets out a soft whimper. Whether it’s pleasure or discomfort, I don’t know. Sure as hell looks like he’s enjoying it, though.
“D-don’t stop,” he whispers against my lips.
Holy fuck.
I feel all the blood in my body instantly rush straight to my cock. I can’t be wanting him. Can’t seriously be needing him right now, really?
God, I’m dying to straight fuck him right now. He looks so..
Dammit.
Tch. Fucking pathetic, Deku. I push off him, and he brings himself over his knees. Catching his breath as if he were holding it in.
“You come here again to ‘talk’ n’ I swear I’ll fuck you so hard, you'll be rethinking the decision you made last summer.”
KATSUKI - pov
I make my way down the crowded halls, passing people who are walking way too fucking slow right now.
These extras walk any slower n’ I’m late to class training. Tch.
I pick up my pace, not caring to watch where I step. I seriously don’t have time for any of this shit.
I shove past people, trying to walk faster. I pull my phone out of my pocket, and check the time.
2:42—dammit. A minute left. I’m going to be late.
I look up to someone stumbling over me, their body falling from my chest.
“What the hell—“ the person gets up, scrunching their nose in pain. “Oww, Kacchan!” He furrows his eyebrows at me.
I roll my eyes, and he gets off me. “Watch where the hell you walk, nerd.” I say, before picking up my pace again. He turns around and follows me.
“The fuck are you following me for?!” I spin around to him, stopping right infront of him.
“We’re in the same class..” he groaned out, rubbing his nose in the slight pain that still lingered. Tch. Fucking baby.
I speed up, leaving him to walk far behind.
He doesn’t seem to understand what ‘leave me alone’ means.
I dunno how clear I need to make it to him, but he’s always right behind me.
And sometimes…
I find myself following after him, too.
——
The bells rings just as I step into the class. Aizawa narrows his eyes down on us. “And why are you two late? Everyone’s already in hero costumes and ready to train.” He lets out a tiring sigh, and I roll my eyes.
I don’t have time for this. See what the hell you’ve done, Deku. Fuck.
And now we’ve got— “Detention. For the both of you. Hurry and get into your hero costumes. Meet us out on base.”
He shoves past me, everyone following after him and I go to grab my hero case, making my way to the changing rooms.
“Thanks, you damned nerd.” I glare at Deku, who’s already changing into his hero suit.
“You weren’t watching where you were supposed to go ethier, Kacchan.” He darted back.
“Yeah yeah,” I breathe out. “And you can’t fucking seem to know what I mean when I tell you to stop fucking following me around dammit.” The sound of changing and fixing gear being the only noise in the room.
“Well..” Deku starts up again, fixing his gloves to fit around his wrists. His small, thin wrists that I could easy wrap my hands around. Hold them down without a fucking issue. “I just don’t get why you’re so angry at me, Kacchan. Like seriously—“
All he does it talk, and talk. He doesn’t even know what it does to me.
Tch, dumb nerd.
Suddenly the words coming out of his mouth block out and I’ll I can do is stare at his lips.
Rounded, perfectly pink. God damn. What I would give to kiss him right now.
His damned girlfriend doesn’t even do the shit I would do to him. How good I would make that damn nerd feel.
I fix my gauntlets around my wrists, making my way past him, shoving him on the shoulder I make my way out the changing room. The smirk on my face bigger than intended. “Hey—are you listening?”
“Cmon, Izuku. We’ve got a fight to catch.” I wink back at him, exiting the room and making my way out to base.
If I can’t have him, Uraraka sure as hell won’t.
And if I beat him on this fight, he’s mine.
Only thing is, he doesn’t know that.
——
Deku and I were the last ones to get to base. Everyone had already gone.
The only ones who were left to fight were me and Deku. We were up next.
“Alright, you two.” Aizawa muttered. “I don’t care about your history—this isn’t the time nor chance for you two to try and kill each other.” Hah. Couldn’t have said it any better, teach.
Deku circled around me, ready to begin. His expression held serious. Mine, I couldn’t help the smirk on my face. “You ready to get your ass beat, Deku?” His decision to ignore me being louder than any answer.
The second Deku squared off with me, my blood spiked. Same goddamn look—like he actually thought he could stand against me. Pathetic.
“Come on, nerd,” I spat, palms sparking. “Don’t hold back. I’ll crush you either way.”
He bolted forward, lightning crackling across his body. I caught his punch, twisted his arm, and shoved my shoulder into his chest. His breath hit my ear, hot and shaky, and for one raw second my skin prickled all over.
I growled, blasting him back before that feeling could sink in. He hit the ground hard, coughing, blood streaking his chin. And still—still—he dragged himself up, eyes blazing only for me.
“I’m not stopping until I’m beside you, Kacchan!”
My chest tightened. His voice, his stubbornness, that fire—it set something off inside me I couldn’t control.
“Then I’ll beat it into you.” I roared, propelling myself forward, closing the gap so fast our mouths nearly collided in the space between. The smell of sweat, dirt, and ozone clung to him, clung to me, until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.
IZUKU - pov
Kacchan’s weight crashed down on me, pinning me to the dirt. My lungs seized under the pressure, but it wasn’t just the pain—it was him. His thigh pressed into my side, his chest grinding against mine every time he shifted. Every breath he dragged in brushed hot across my mouth, close enough that if I tilted my head just slightly—
“Say it, Deku,” Kacchan growled, his voice a low, rough rumble that vibrated against my throat. His palm burned against my wrist, explosions sparking over my skin in little shocks that made me jolt beneath him. “Say you can’t keep up.”
I bucked against his hold, desperate, back arching into him. Our hips collided for one dizzying second, and I swore I heard his breath hitch before he shoved me harder into the ground.
“No—!” My voice cracked, half-gasp, half-plea.
“Tap. Out.” His lips hovered over mine, close enough to taste the heat of the word. His eyes locked on me, pupils blown wide, wild. Each spark he let off singed into me, daring me to break.
My lightning surged one last time, green arcs licking up my arms—but it sputtered out, powerless against the sheer weight of him pressing me down. His smirk spread slow, dangerous, hungry.
“You’re done,” he rasped.
My muscles gave out. My hand slapped the ground—once, twice.
He released me immediately, but the ghost of him lingered. My body still burned where he’d held me, where he’d pressed into me. He stood over me, chest heaving, sparks dancing over his skin like he was untouchable.
“Dumbass,” he muttered, though his voice was raw, husky. “Don’t make me drag that out of you again.”
I stayed flat on my back, breathless, heart racing like he was still on top of me.
KATSUKI
Deku lay there, chest heaving, dirt caked in his hair, sweat shining across his skin. His eyes flickered up at me—just for a second—before darting away, too quick, like he was afraid of what he’d see if he kept looking.
I scowled, trying to shake off the fire still crawling under my skin. My palms twitched, sparks crackling out of habit. It wasn’t from the fight. Not really.
“Pathetic,” I muttered again, the word rougher than I meant, almost hoarse. “You couldn’t last five goddamn minutes.”
His breath hitched—maybe from the insult, maybe not. He didn’t argue this time. He just pushed himself up onto shaky elbows, lips parted, damp curls sticking to his forehead. My eyes lingered too long before I forced them away.
“Tch.” I turned my back, rolling my shoulders, trying to burn off the static crawling all over me. “Get stronger, Deku. Or next time, I won’t stop when you tap.”
Silence stretched between us. Heavy. Uncomfortable.
When I glanced back, he was still staring—at me, at the ground, at nothing, I couldn’t tell. His mouth opened like he wanted to say something, but he closed it again. His fingers flexed against the dirt, restless, like he was holding back more than just words.
I clicked my tongue and stormed off, refusing to look again. If I did, I wasn’t sure what the hell would happen.
——
IZUKU - pov
I made my way to recovery girl after the fight. Just a couple scratches and bleeds.
Can’t believe I let him top me like that.
Kacchan wasn’t backing down either though.
I let my shoulders drop into a heavy sigh, making my way to the teachers conference room.
Mr. Aizawa asked Kacchan and I to meet him there.
I made my way to Mr. Aizawa, Kacchan nowhere to be found. Figures.
I turn my head to the sound of heavy stomping.
Kacchan.
There he is.
“Finally.” Aizawa breathes out, standing slowly out of his chair. “Great job on the fight you two.” He nodded in approval. “Now,” he looked straight at the both of us.
“I don’t care why, don’t care how, so save yourselves and me some time.” He looked lazily between the two of us. “An hour detention. For being late during a fight training day. Ms. Midnight will be there to supervise the two of you. Once she allows the both of you to leave, you may go back to the dorms. Understood?” He glared at us, eyebrows raised.
“Yes, Sir.” Kacchan gave a scoff of a way of saying that he understood and Aizawa nodded.
——
I wasn’t excited to have detention. Especially not with Kacchan..
It was quiet. Too quiet.
Ms. Midnight hasn’t came in yet… and it’s been five minutes. I wonder if she got stuck in a mission somewhere.
Kacchan sat on the far end, blasting tiny explosions to keep the time going.
Fucking hell.
KATSUKI - pov
Holy shit I do not want to be here. The silence is already awkward enough dammit.
I look over to Deku who’s writing in his note book. I want to fucking burn that shit.
He looks so calm. We just fought and he’s so calm. How does he do it.
The way his hair naturally frames his face, or falls in front of it. He doesn’t even try.
He looks up and catches me staring. “What?” He questions, an innocent look on his face.
Now I’m stuck here because of him. “Shut up. If you hadn’t bumped into me, we wouldn’t be here.” Deku rolls his eyes in response. “It’s not my fault.” He says with a dry attitude.
“Yeah, you didn’t expect to stumble on top of my rock hard abs, did you?” Deku cringed, giving me a scrunched up look. “For fucks sake, Kacchan. Get a grip.” He mumbled, turning away from me.
Get a grip? Oh yeah? I can do that for sure.
IZUKU - pov
A pair of large hands go over my notebook, messing up my sketches.
I look up in anger, my brows going into a furrow. “Hey, what the hell—“ Kacchan takes the book away, scanning anything he sees in it.
“What’s this, hah?” He says with a slow attitude. “Kacchan,” I reach up, standing from my chair. “Give it back.” I lean in to grab it. He swings it back.
“Oh, c’mon, you can do better than that, can’t you?” He raises an eyebrow, following with a smirk.
Damn he really pisses me off.
I go over the desk, reaching for it one last time, before feeling a hand wrap around my back to pull me close.
“Woah, better watch what you’re doing there.” He says over me. “What the hell are you doing.” I say, unable to move from under his grip.
Kacchan pulls me closer, letting the book drop behind him.
I feel something warm go on the back of my neck.
This dumbass has his hand placed behind my neck, setting off tiny sparks.
“Ow—“ I arch into him unintentionally in pain. “Oh, you don’t like that?” He narrows his eyes down on me, the smirk on his face never wavering for even a second.
“I’m not a masochist.” I say, my words going dry. “Let me go.” I finish off, placing my hands over his chest at an attempt to push myself away.
“You don’t like it when I touch you, do you?” He says, leaning in.
What the hell is wrong with him? I don’t see Kacchan in that way—he told me to back off. And I did. Or I tried. The only one who’s unable to keep his hands off me is him.
Always finding a way to touch me—to have me under him. Whatever it is, it’s so confusing.
“Of course I don’t,” I spit back, my attitude rising higher. “I have a girlfriend.” I glare up at him. “And you know that.”
Kacchan looks off to the side with a scoff.
This isn’t news to him. Why is he acting like it is?
“Deku,” he brings his voice to a low whisper. “You know,” he continues, his hands going low to my waist, our bodies fully touching. “That you were never hers.”
My breath hitched under him. Kacchan pushed my back over the desk.
“Shut up.” I tell him, anger growing inside me. “Why can’t you just respect my life for once? It isn’t your job to decide who I’m with.” I grit my teeth, feeling my jaw tighten.
Kacchan lowers his face down to mine. I can feel his breathing falling against my face. His lips—close.
Too close.
“Kaccha—“
“Shut up, Deku.”
KATSUKI - pov
Deku breathed hard under me, his hands falling over my chest as I push my body towards him against the desk.
“M-Midnight, Kacchan—“
I crash my lips down onto his, his body melting instantly into me.
I rose back up, watching as he looked like a mess under me. God, I fucking loved that.
And I missed this.
I don’t care about his ‘girlfriend’, I fucking won that fight.
——
IZUKU - pov
Kacchan’s lips felt soft—comforting. Like a place my lips always wanted to be attached to.
I needed air—and the last thing Kacchan was doing was letting me breathe. Fucking hell.
I placed my hand over his neck, forcing him off of me.
My breathing was loud as I spoke through rough pants. “Kacchan, we can’t keep doing this!” I moved my hands over his chest, attempting to push him off me. “Oh, really? ‘Cause it didn’t seem like it bothered you when I had my knee slowly going up your dick the other day, did it? And this—doesn’t seem to bother you now, huh? Why is that?”
Kacchan stared low at me. His eyes traveling all over my face. And fuck, I hated how he was right. How I couldn’t deny it.
“That’s not the point. We shouldn’t be doing this. To Uraraka, it’s not—“ I get cut off by Kacchan’s hand placing a tightening grip over my face, shutting me up.
“Uraraka? That’s who you care about? Sure checks the fuck out when you didn’t even think of me when you chose her, Izuku.” His grip only went tighter around me with his frustration.
I squint my eyes in pain, unable to take it. “Knowing you’d meet me every single day, without fail, during school so we could do it in the dorms. You enjoyed it too. Desperate for it. Begging me. Don’t you remember, Izuku?”
It pissed me off how Kacchan knew how to get under my skin. “So don’t act like you don’t want this.” His voice cut through the air like a sharpened blade between us.
“That was..” I felt tears fill my eyes as it became hard to speak. “that was before everything happened. Before I actually had a girlfriend? Things have changed, Kacchan. We’re not in love anym—“
“Don’t finish that sentence.” His voice cracked. His eyes watered but he didn’t let single tear drop. Kacchan looked at me for a moment before he brought his face back down to mine.
The kiss was slow, like he did it to make it to last forever. He held me soft, and I found my way to his hair, brushing it lightly.
It feels so comforting to be back in his arms. I just don’t know how to accept it.
I made my way down to cup his soft cheeks. I slowly caressed it as he moved down, planting kisses lowly on my jaw.
I moved my hands over his shoulders, feeling his back.
“You can’t tell me,” he whispered against me, going lower to my collar bone. “That you don’t feel anything from this?”
The air between us wasn’t heavy, and the tension was light.
It felt like Kacchan and I were having a real moment. And I missed that.
Kacchan pulled back up, finding my waist as he pulled me into a hug.
I couldn’t help but let the tears fall over his shoulders.
——
I watched the clock, seeing as the time went by faster now.
Five minutes left.
Ms. Midnight entered the room, yawning with her arms stretched out. “Sorry boys, got stuck with a load of villains!” She laughed. “But I’m sure the two of you had it figured out. Props for staying in here.”
She smiled over to us. “Alright, times up! Go on and get some rest you two.”
I looked over to Kacchan whose eyes were red. He had been crying, too. He just didn’t let me see it.
——
KATSUKI - pov
It’s pathetic how clear I’ve made myself to him and yet he doesn’t confirm shit back!
What the hell am I supposed to do?
I can’t keep going like this—chasing after him.
Doesn’t he realize that I love him?
I can’t take this shit. I don’t just fucking kiss him for fun. He knows that.
Because he kisses me back.
I push the shower curtain out of the way, and take my towel, wrapping it around my waist. I take a rag, drying my hair.
The confusion is fucking insane. I don’t know what that damn nerd is doing—but it’s pissing me off.
If he doesn’t love me,
why is he kissing me back?
IZUKU - pov
I just need more time.
To think, to figure out what the hell it is I feel.
I still love her. But I love Kacchan too..? What the hell is wrong with me.
Why can’t I find the feelings that never went away for him?
My chest goes tight, and I feel the air around me go foggy as my thoughts cloud up.
Every day I need him. But I don’t know how to show that when I have a girlfriend.
It’s just—
“Izu! Hey! I’m sorry you had detention…” she wrapped her arms around me, planting a kiss over my cheek. “I miss you, ya know. I feel like I haven’t seen you much.” She frowned.
I sighed into her, wrapping my arms around her waist. “I missed you too.”
I can’t even tell what’s the truth anymore.
I love her. I feel that I fucking love her but when Kacchan comes—it’s like I get this feeling that he’s the one I should love, not her.
So why can’t I love Kacchan?
Our heads dart over to the door, the knocking going silent.
“One second, love.” I tell her, going over to the door. I pull it open, Kacchan standing tall on the other side.
He’s crying. I take his arm, dragging him out of my dorm, taking him back to his.
I shut the door, and sit by him on the bed.
“W-what is it? Kacchan, are you okay?!” I wipe the tears away from his eyes, but they don’t stop.
“Why don’t you love me?” His voice barely sounding. He sounds…broken.
“I-I…” but I can’t find myself to form any words. “I can’t answer that..” I plead for him to understand, and he gets up.
“You kiss me back. Why the hell do you kiss me back with you’re with her?! W-what’s the reason for that, huh?”
It shattered me hearing his voice sound so lost. He doesn’t even sound like himself anymore. The sniffling—crying—this isn’t like him.
“I don’t.. I don’t know..” I pause, taking a breath in. “I loved her, too. I hate that I did—but—“
“Okay. You’ve said enough.” He interrupted, his voice going dry. “I-I’m not finished!” I raised my voice, placing my hands over his chest, not allowing him to lead me out to the door.
“But that was before I realized I loved you, Kacchan.” His eyes went wide for half a second, and on that perfect second, everything seemed to move slow.
“You’re just saying that.” I scrunched my nose in confusion. “No, Kacchan,” I reached my hand to the sides of his face, pulling him down to me.
I kissed him, and he followed. It was slow, and quick. But it said more than words ever could.
“I love you.”
KATSUKI - pov
I looked at Deku, unable to say anything.
Did he admit he loves me?
What the fuck.
I hope this damn nerd knows it’s not okay to mess with me like this. This isn’t some joke—
“Kacchan, y..you there? Was that too sudden?! Sorry! I-I just felt like the moment was right and—“ I grab the nerds face, bringing it closer to mine in a soft kiss.
Whether he meant it or not, I’m not letting this chance pass up.
I place my hand over his jaw, backing my head away as I looked at him, a soft smirk creeping on my face.
“Say it again.” I whispered, waiting for the words to come out of his mouth.
He averted my gaze, turning his eyes to the side as pink color flushed his face.
“Wait,” He said, looking back at me. “first,” he added, flashing me a bright smile. “I have to end things with someone.” He finished.
——
IZUKU - pov
I took a deep breath in before knocking on her dorm.
She opened it, a bright smile appearing when she saw me.
Oh god. How am I supposed to do this…
“Izu, hey!” She widened the door, welcoming me in.
“Hey, Uraraka.” I sat down on her bed, patting the spot next to me, signaling that we needed to talk.
She gave me a sideways look and sat down.
I looked over her bed, noticing the window was pushed out and open.
“Were you cold?” I asked, following with an eyebrow raise.
“O-oh, um yeah!” She avoided looking into my eyes. Huh, weird.
She’s lying.
“Okay… now tell me the truth.” I say, and her eyes found mine. “Okay, there’s something I need to tell you.” She admits, her cheeks flushing pink.
“Okay,” I say, turning to fully face her. “But uhm… so do I.” I finally say.
“So… I think we should break up. There’s someone else that I like…” her eyes widen. But not in anger, in excitement.
“Oh! Really?! Okay, that’s great! I—I mean, no, not great. But I was thinking the same thing. Well, kind of, there’s also someone else.”
Phew.
Okay, that’s good.
Wait.
Someone else?
I narrowed my eyes down on her, giving her a questioning look.
“N-no, I wasn’t cheating! I mean I met someone..” her smile was nervous, and I let out a sigh of relief.
Though I don’t have much room to judge.
“So we’re okay?” I ask, feeling calmness rush over me.
“Yes!” She brings me into a warm hug, and I enjoy it for the last time.
“Hey. Can I come out now! …I miss you and it’s hot in here.” Someone stepped out of the bathroom, groaning in complains.
Huh?! What the hell is Toga doing on UA grounds?
“What the hell?! Uraraka, go get Mr. Aizawa! I’ll handle her.”
“Wait, Deku, no!” She said, pulling me back down. “It’s… okay…” She reassured me.
That’s a villain.
SHES LETTING ME GO FOR A VILLAIN?!
Agh, I’m offended.
“Oo, Izuku! What’s he doing here?!” She rushed over to me in a smiley energy.
I step back on instinct. “Eh.. hi..” I offer my hand, and she shakes it aggressively.
God, that smile is creepy.
“Okay…I’ll get going now. Cya Uraraka!” I wave, making my way to the door.
“Wait, Deku.. could you not tell anyone about this?” She gives me an awkward smile.
“Of course, Uraraka.” I nod, closing the door behind me.
Well… failed successfully I guess?
——
“So how’d it go?” Kacchan wrapped his arms low around my waist and gave an eyebrow raise with the question.
“Good!” I said simply, offering a bright smile.
I’m still hurt that she’s leaving me for Toga. Himiko Toga.
A villain.
Seriously? Ahhh.
“You thinkin’ about something, nerd?” He brought his face low, and I look up at him.
“Hm? Nope,” I yawn, burying my face into his chest. “can we go to sleep?” I ask Kacchan, who lets out a chuckle.
“It’s six, you’re tired?” He answers back, raising his eyebrow.
“Well, yeah. Fighting and detention right after has me tired.” I yawn for a second time.
“Oh, really? You’ve exercised more than that. And I would know.” He looks down at me with a wink.
I raise my head back up. “Oh, gosh, Kacchan!” He laughs at my response.
“You’re forgetting to tell me something.” Kacchan says, cupping the side of my face, bringing it closer. “Am I?” I question, a knowing smirk going across my face.
“Say it, Deku.” He pleads, pulling me in closer. “I lov—“
Before I could even finish, Kacchan’s hand find my jaw, pulling me into a needy kiss. Filled with everything but patience.
I part my lips, and he slips his tongue in. I can feel it take up the space in my mouth as he feels everywhere inside me.
I gasp for air, and he grips me tighter, his excitement growing.
He didn’t even let me finish my sentence, god.
The intense feeling fills me, and I drive my hands to his hair, lightly tugging and pulling as I push him more into me.
Kacchan lowers his head to my neck, planting soft kisses everywhere.
I feel as he licks a spot before leaving a mark.
“Ngh—owww!” I complain.
“Oh, don’t be a baby.” He replies, going back down as he leaves bite marks, and it hurts.
“K-Kacchan, please—“ “I’m not done ‘til I’ve covered you completely. Then everyone can know you’re mine.” He breathed into me, each bite and suck hurting a little bit more than the last.
Coming back up to my face, he looks at me, breathing out as he bites my lip. I wince, feeling the sudden sharp sting.
“Ah, fuck, Kacchan!” I place my hand over my lip, feeling my fingertips go wet with red blood.
“O-Ow—“ he reaches for my hand, lowering it away from my face.
He tilts his head down, licking the blood off my lip with a smirk.
“That didn’t hurt, did it?” I hated when he asked questions he knew the answer to.
“W-well yes… but it felt okay, too…” I place my hands over his neck.
“Pfft, you nerd—“ there’s a sudden bang on the door.
Kacchan and I dart our heads towards the noise, prepared for anything.
“Hold on.” He says to me, his voice going low.
And before he can make it to the door, it swings open.
“Hey hey! Movie night!” Kaminari rushes into our dorm, Mina following right behind him.
——
Everyone’s talking, laughing, and the sound on the tv lightens the mood some more. Popcorn spills, juice splatters, legs overtop of each other in cuddling motions—or kicking—but that’s between Kaminari and Mineta trying to get the best spot next to the girls…
Uraraka comes out, im guessing Toga left…
I look to my left and see Kacchan leaned up against the counter by the kitchen.
Always isolated, huh.
Typical Kacchan.
I finally have him back. Kacchan.
My Kacchan.