Alls well that ends well (To End Up With You)

by Katertot_4

Summary:

After years of dancing around one another, Izuku and Katsuki’s relationship comes to a head at the wedding of their dear friends.

Are wedding bells ringing for them too?

*Katsuki*

“Ah jeez. I can’t find my tie.”

They’d been running around for twenty minutes in the grooms room. Eijirous moms were off making sure the reception hall looked good while Katsuki was on best man’s duty to keep the man contained. Who, couldn’t stop pacing. Annoyingly. SO much so that he’d contemplated if the carpet beneath their feet would permanently etch Eijirous path.

“Look in your bag.” Katsuki huffed not bothering to look up from where he fixied his cufflinks, the ones that looked like ornate stars. All Might had gifted them to him when he opened up his agency.

The simple gift made Katsuki want to wear a suit and tie every day. Hell, he thought about including cuffs into his hero costume just so he could show off the gift. Not just the gold shine. It’s the message behind the gift. To keep shining for all to see.

It might be the best thing he’d ever recieved. Other than undeserved forgiveness.

Katsuki gathers his thoughts, Situating the shining stars to settle upright pressed against his sleeve, when a frazzled Kirishima broke through the quiet contemplation.

“It’s not here, dude. I’ve already checked this one.” He whined.

“And that suit bag?”

“Yes.” The redhead responded immedietly. So sure of himself for not having double checked said bag.

“And your toiletries?” Katsuki grunted, already walking towards the smaller bag, that could hold a tie if one was stupid enough to carry it there.

“Why would it be in my toiletries?”

“Cause I don’t trust the way you pack.” Again. Stupid enough. Katsuki sighs, finding no tie in the uncommon place.

Which is the very reason why he should have been there this morning to help pack. To double and triple check everything. Yet his friend insisted it was fine. That his packing was fine. What a load.

Kirishima let out a laugh, despite the growing nerves. “I pack just fine.”

“Maybe your tie is in the car.” Katsuki supplied.

“Why would it be-“ Kirishima tries, yet Katsuki talks through with an interjection and a well placed shrug. Something he’s not too privy to.

“Maybe it fell out. Things like that happen.”

Kirishimas worries have circled back to pacing back and forth down the already small stretch of room, crossing the bright blind of the morning light reaching through the window.

“Okay, okay, I can go grab it.” Kirishima muttered, searching around for his keys with eyes that can’t quite focus on one thing.

Katsuki stopped him, resting a hand in his shoulder. It’s his wedding day. The last thing his friend needs to do is stress. He’s had months of stress just to prepare for this day, just to join the woman he loves and celebrate their union. All he needs to do is concentrate on that. On the meaning of the day.

“You stay here. Breathe. I’ll go find it.” Katsuki supplies with another tight squeeze on his friends shoulder.

Kirishima, taking a moment, sucked in large breath, letting his shoulders physically deflate.

“You’re the best.” He moved to dig around in his bag, procuring the very keys they needed. It was covered in things. Hair ties, multiple keys that all looked pretty much the same. Some sort of circular fob, the actual needed car keys and a keychain of a Lego dressed in a shark costume, painted red with nail polish. Mina spent their entire movie night hunching over hers and Eijirous coffee table setting the gel with a UV light.

The little details were all that really mattered at the end of the day, huh?

“I know.” Katsuki smirked playfully, taking the keys, pivoting on his heel to high tail it out of the stuffy grooms room.

“And—“ Eijriou called just as he crossed the doorframe. “Can you bring me something from the refreshments table? They only have cookies and fruit out right now so people can snack during the ceremony-“

“I was already planning on it.” Katsuki responded and shut the door with a self satisfied click.

Silence has never sounded so good.

Not that he didn’t enjoy his time with Eijirou. But it’s different when he’s a nervous mess and won’t stop talking more than usual.

And since he’s best man, it’s up to Katsuki to fix those nerves. Which just adds to the tense pressure in his shoulders not to fuck up the entire ceremony.

Once they’re married he can relax. And once the party is over, he can go home, take off his tie and go to bed. This week’s been hard enough already.

On top of being the world’s best ‘best man’ and also one of the top heroes in the league. Give or take a few ranks… Five isn’t bad but…He’s working on it, okay? Just give him a week to pass the losers with good smiles who flirt with the camera.

He’s also committed to going to therapy every week.

A bore.

Yet the nightmares decidedly chose to wreck his shit recently. And he could only prolong sleep for so long.

So, Dr. Hayma Katisawa, her droning voice and her way too perceptive eyes will have to do.

Especially for how much it’s costing him.

It’s left him raw. Or well… feeling raw. Like he’s been filleted every session that leaves him aching with even more questions than answers. And with the understanding that his heart may be ready to finally let others in. To delve into sweetness instead of years of hardened pride and fear. To lay his insecurities open to let those around him understand what dances through his head. To fight agaisnt the loud and peircing boom of his own power. Though, without fail, once he’d get close… those same walls continue to build, and the loud insecure boy tends to crawl to the surface of his daily.
Even now. Even Kirishima. Everyones affected really.

Except one, the same person since they were kids determined to bulldoze them down.

Annoying.

Katsuki huffed crossing the lot, keeping his eyes on the ground for a lost tie. It could’ve fallen from Eijirous bag for all he knew. Gravel full of loose pebbles were all that spread from the sidewalks to beneath the cars. The white would be easy to spot, laying in the expanse of black rocks and tar.

But nothing. So after a little beep, beep pressed by his thumb. He crawled into Eijirous sleek, dark maroon suv. A Christmas present for himself last winter.

and took to searching.

It’s not in the front seat. Not under the front seat. Only remnants of old fries. Who knows how long those have sat salting the carpet. His nose wrinkled in response. He’s gotten after Eijirou for eating in the car before. It’s a fucking nice car. Why is he depleting the value?

One could argue a good clean is all it needs. But it’s the principle.

Crawling over to the passenger side he doesn’t find much better. Just an embarrassing position as he tries to peer around underneath the seats.

Nothing there as well.

Before he can move to the back seats to scour under there, to take his time to scowl at the potential mess he’ll find on those carpets, a knock at the window takes his attention doing an effective job at startling him. The assailant in question, Big eyes, all too familiar freckles on the left side of his face and badly gelled hair.

He raises a brow but does pull the handle, opening the door. And quickly, fast as he can, shifting his position. Izuku doesn’t need to see him ass up right now.

“The fuck did you do to your hair?” He grumbles, leaning up against the passanger sides leather.

“Good morning to you too, Kacchan.” Izuku smiled, unfazed from the rude greeting.

“Seen a white tie around anywhere?” He peers down beside Izukus feet.

Izukus looks around his spot on the lot confused. “Not that I know of.”

His eyes trailed upwards. Not taking a moment to really look at the fitting suit pants that Izuku had taken the time to press, or the look of a fully tucked in dress shirt. Or the fact that somehow he managed to tie a tie. While short bodied…a tie is still a tie. Izuku years ago would have cheered to see the progress.

Katsuki definitely wasn’t let his eyes flick just south enough to appreciate the press of izukus pecks against his dress shirt. Fitted. But definetly fitted well. Or the way it lays over his shoulders not too broad, but not the skinny kid he’d grown up with.

Though looking back, he regrets not appreciating that skinny kid for all the great things he loves about Izuku now.

Sure he’s seen Izuku in a suit plenty of times. Izuku worked the past eight years in slacks and a dress shirt. Didn’t mean Katsuki couldn’t take a second to admire it each time.

Izuku was undeniably… something. Something that can’t be focused on right now. Not when he’s dealing with a nervous groom and he case of the runaway tie.

“Fucking great.” He grumbled, pushing out of the passenger side to open the next row. Leaning in to search back there. Izuku follows, but stays a good few feet away, always one step away but enough to help if instructed. Which is why Katsuki isn’t suprsised when Izuku asks-

“Anything I can help with?”

Predictable. Something. But.. Predictable.

“Fix your hair, that would help.” He snickered to himself, though his smirk dropped when the back proved to be just as empty as the front.

Izuku chuckled, but it fell on a self conscious twinge.

“It’s not that bad, is it?”

In all honestly. It wasn’t awful. Izuku just isn’t the type to gel it back. And with his natural curls he should let it stay natural.

But that’s just… his personal opinion. Izuku can do what he wants.

He watched Izuku direct himself to the cars side mirror, running his fingers over the gelled grooves. Bottom lip protruding in a sullen inspection of himself. Izuku doused in early morning light, the summers morning heat giving a slight sheen to his skin, it builds a pretty pathetic rush of heat over his face followed by clash of his heart monitor, pressed to his chest still, giving a warning beep.

Izukus eyes flick to Katsuki through the mirror, the constant concern the other displays on the flip of coin whenever the heart monitor is involved.

The question of ‘are you okay?’ tips on the edge of Izukus tongue. He can see it. See the way Izuku still forms the words first before letting them out. Every time. Like he’s still nervous that he’ll turn around and wail on him.

The hard punch to stomach is… that he still might. He’s not immune to agitation. Or raising his voice….

“I’m fine.” He answers quickly, silencing the heart monitors beeping. Which earns him a concerned yet always sweet smile from the mossy haired boy.
“and uh, You look fine too.” He grumbled, moving to click open the trunk of the car.

“Ururaka said I should slick it back.” Izuku shrugged sheepishly.

Katsuki snorted in response. Cause what else could he say about Izuku and his- Girlfriend.

At least, last he checked they were dating.

Last he verbally checked. But pink cheeks is always posting about them to and fro.

And…It would be stupid not to date Izuku.

Just like it would be stupid to leave your tie for your wedding in the trunk of the car instead of in the suit bag like it all should stay.

But sometimes his friends are stupid.

He snags the white fabric. Tossing one side over his shoulder before pressing the button on the underside of the trunk door, it lets out a small chime before slowly descending and clicking itself into place.

Izuku was still worrying in front of the side mirror.

“Nothing you can do about it now, yknow.”Katsuki called, catching up along the side of the car, making sure not to brush against Kirishimas maroon.

Izuku sighs, peeling his eyes from his own reflection before shrugging.

“Guess you’re right.”

He watches as Izuku smiles and takes him in from toe to top. Looking at him completely for the first time since finding him crouched, searching around the mats of Kirishimas carpets.

“Hey wow! You look great.” Izuku gushes. If Katsuki were younger and angrier he would have sputtered that of course he looks good, he’s trained his body to peak performance and that also includes visually.

But, it’s not like Izuku needs that reminder. Izuku knows what Katsuki looks like. He knows how he trains relentlessly. Suits don’t really change that. Besides, his own Hero suit is practically skin tight up top. Not like he’s revealing more than all of Japan has seen.

So Instead he ducks his head, hoping the red of his ears aren’t very noticeable as he flattens out his own tie.

“Shitty color though.” He mutters about the dark green of his suit that Mina couldn’t stop gushing over.

Izukus brow raised in retaliation as he chuckled behind his hand.

“Ouch, should I dye my hair then?” Izuku laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, above it gelled his forrest of green.

“Depends if you want your hair looking shitty.” Katsuki remarked punctuating it with a casual shrug that introduced the beginnings of a crooked smile. Shifting forward to step off from the maroon to mingle with the other, less expensive looking from the lot, towards the events entrance.

Izuku took it all in stride as always, falling just behind him to embark through the maze of cars.

“isn’t that Eijirous job?” Izuku teased.

Katsuki bit back his smile, pulling himself up to the curb, the entrance to the event center in his view. Mina’s and Krishna’s chalk Sandwich board sign greeting all who enter in.

“You’re right. Guess that positions full.”

Izuku chuckled, stepping up from the distance between Katsuki’s heels, bumping his shoulder lightly as he catches him.

“Then I guess that colors not too shitty, hm?”

He’s so… just so Izuku. So intoxicating. Not it a way that makes him hungry. But in the way of gravity. Izukus pull being too magnetic to fight against. Katsuki can’t help but smile for a few choice seconds, appreciating all that is a stolen moment, just for them. Following their banter back and forth.

“Jury’s still out.” He murmurs, leaning forward enough just for Izuku to hear. Watching his eyes draw up to his. Izukus nose wrinkling before his smile grew from ruddy cheeks and a half freckled face.

Close enough for his heart monitor to annoy them once again. He finds himself reaching up to press the button in preparation.

Which he’s been told not to do. Many times. By many doctors.

“Shitty or not, it looks good on you.” Izuku placated, straightening up Katsuki tie that… didn’t need to be straightened. Not to his knowledge at least.

Maybe the car jostled it around.

Katsuki hummed, stepping to the side, motioning a clear path ahead of him for Izuku, who beamed at him walking past through the covered archways. The light coming through the trees lighting his eyes in the soft way it used to back when they’d roam around UA after training.

Green looks good on him too.

Obviously... It’s his favorite color. Has been since second year of UA.

He bids Izuku farewell at the chapel entrance needing to go take care of his anxiety ridden, soon-to-be-married, best friend.

…

Izuku was looking at him.

Or maybe was he just… looking in his general direction?

After all, he’s standing up near the bride and groom. Maybe his depth perception is just… off. And Izuku is really just looking across to the couple exchanging their vows.
He knows it’s not off however. He’s has fantastic depth perception.

He shakes those wonders out trying to focus back on his friends saying their long ass vows. If he had a watch on he’d be checking it. Instead he counts the flowers that dangle in lovely vines of the chapel walls.

Jesus. It’s just in sickness or in health. Great get married and make out in front of everyone here. Throw the bouquet and leave.

It should be fast, efficient and simple.

But no, instead Kirishima is blubbering through how much he loves his soon to be wife. Which is great. He should really be listening. The words are probably delivered sweeter than his annoyed mind will let on.

But instead, the feeling of being watched crawls heady up his skin. The worst part? He knows who’s looking at him.

Instead of unease, he’s met with the feeling of heat. A heavy heat at the nape of his neck spreading in tingles down his skin. He pressed his heart monitor to keep from interrupting the ceremony.

Hes used to this feeling whenever Izuku is concerned.

He just doesn’t know why the fuck he’s being practically stared down in the middle of a wedding ceremony. Did he do something?

What a fuckin weirdo.

He dares to meet his eyes again and raises a brow. Just a way to ask Izuku, ‘What’.

Izukus smile grows almost sheepishly before letting out an apologetic shrug.

Katsuki raises a brow in response. What did that shrug even mean?

Izukus smile seems constant. So much so that his focus draws in, letting all sound disappear around them. The faces on the benches blurring into unseeable dots of airbrushed blobs.

Just one in full scope.

He shakes his head slowly, chiding teasingly, watching as Izuku shrugs again just to annoy him.

“Eyes to yourself.” He mouths dramatically, pointing at his own eyes then to his friends.

Izuku parry’s with pink cheeks and a bright laugh hidden behind his hand. That’s covered in milliseconds by the claps of other guests celebrating what they’re supposed to. What they should be paying attention to.

You may now kiss the bride.

Katsuki’s head whips just in time to see Kirishima lifting Mina from their dramatic dip, chalked up through joy and the heavy hand of giving their guests a good show. The two of them all smiles looking like a pair of lovesick teenagers. Whispering something to each other that the groomsmen and bridesmaids can’t hear.

With the glowing realization that his friends are in love. They’ve found each other. And they’ll have each other.

He’d be green with envy if he wasn’t so proud of them.

So instead he smiles and tries to embrace the moment. Just as Dr. Katisawa referenced. And challenged Katsuki to try.

And subtle references were working for him. He likes being challenged. He’s as effective as a trained dog apparently.

But the moment is good. It’s not a challenge. Not in the way that strains your muscles and makes your mind bounce back like jelly. He just gets to watch on as his friends take the next step in their lives. To walk down the aisle together hand in hand.

Mina smiling, whispering something back to Eijirou who is having a hard time not showing off his big shark toothed grin.

Where’s the goddamn photographer? That’s the shot right there.

A few camera flashes present just where. Infront of them as they walk out.

But isn’t the journey much better?

Walking into the open doors together, the bright light of the warm sun shining through, their clasped hands between them.

He fumbles for his phone in his pocket. If he’s fast they might line up perfectly.

It’s no professional camera. But he knows his friends. Mina might like it. Mina might even frame it- if Katsuki can get the framing of the moment right.

He quickly perches down, Mina looks towards Kirishima again, and there it is.

A perfect shot. Positioned between the bright outlined doors. Everyone’s heads turned to them, watching them leave.

It will need serious color editing.

But he might even frame it. If only to gloat about it.

The wedding party brushes past him but he is focused down at his phone, letting a light smile creep up. It’s perfect. It really is. And what a way to celebrate the moment.

Except one thing. A head shifted in the opposite direction from the rest of the guests.

Jesus Christ- it was almost perfect.

Who’s the fucking guy that ruined the shot- zooming in- he should be more surprised at who the culprit is.

Izuku. Peering back at the camera like this is his own editorial photoshoot. Eyes all warm and glossy.

Katsuki snorts behind a scowl, as he can’t help but shake his head affectionately at the photo.

He screenshots the zoom in of Izuku, sending it off to him with a message added to the bottom.

To: Nerd
[1 image delivered]

To: Nerd
[I’m gonna have to photoshop you out]

He’ll have a hay day teasing him about it later. For now, he pocketed his phone. Walking off with the rest of the wedding party to prepare for photos.
….

*Izuku*

He sat politely in the pews, the groomsmen all wandered back and forth. Despite the ceremony starting in five minutes, Sero was off in the front seat talking with Shoto excitedly as his boyfriend fixed his floral boutonnière.

Denki was bothering the poor priest. Izuku didn’t know about what. But he knew that the poor man was exercising an incredible level of patience for a man that old. And holy? Izuku shakes his head at that.

There’s a few people he knows here. All of class 1A. Some from 2B. Miros off with Eri, who’s already spent the last half hour talking to Izuku. So he shouldn’t feel too bad about taking a few moments to himself.

Kirishima is tucked off in the front, pacing back and forth while Kacchan waits on him hand and foot. Concentrated line of his brow, a can of hairspray in his hands making sure that Kirishima looks just- perfect.

Izuku has to hide his small smile as he watches Katsuki put a gentle hand over his friend’s brow, shielding the spray from his eyes. There’s a great deal of care taken there that warms a molten pool in Izukus heart.

That’s been a constant ever since they were little.

He continues to watch on. Kacchan fixes Kirishimas tie, straightens his lapels, and makes sure the boutinere is upright.

Kirishima gifts his best friend with a big hug, effectively crushing his best man’s recent hard work before rushing off to greet a few people along the pews. Chatting away his nerves.

Izuku watches Katsuki roll his eyes before moving to a small table off to the side of the chapel, a small row of boutonnières and corasages for the wedding party on a side table. There’s just one lone boutonnière left.

All having been taken care of first. That through Izukus small check ins, he’s taken special care to hold time for while he’s sat bored in the pews, Katsuki’s been taking his best man role very seriously.

Tetsutetsu, Sero, Denki and Eijirou all have their flowers pinned to their lapels. Katsuki being the one to drag the rowdy bunch over, making them hold still as not to pin them.

Except Denki. Who Katsuki had pricked and then laughed about it before fixing his mistake.

But who was going to help Katsuki with his?

He’s capable of pinning his own. Izuku knows that if given a moment it would be pinned perfectly on its own and straight too.

But, he’s been sitting for close to thirty minutes. Which if you round up, it’s been an hour. It only makes sense for him to get up and help his friend. At the very least it’s gives him something to do.

Izuku acts quick, turning his friends shoulder, ignoring how Kacchan blinked aggressively confused at him. Until Izuku explained himself.

“Here, it’s easier with someone else pinning it.” He hums, stepping up and grabbing the small floral arrangement and pin before Katsuki can.

Katsuki stays quiet, lifting his chin and leveling out his shoulders to stand up to full height. Trying to make it easier for Izuku. That molten feeling pools again.

He tries to ignore the buzzing he feels beneath his fingertips once they brush the stiff fabric of Katsuki’s green suit. The very green suit Katsuki hates the color of. The one he can’t help but focus on how handsome Kacchan looks in it.

They almost match. Almost. It definitely matches Izukus eyes. Maybe that’s why he likes it so much…

His hands tremble slightly, from a year of breaking them over and over again. but he swallows down the nerves. He can do this. He wants to do this. And he does, placing the arrangement against Kacchans’ chest and pressing the pin down between two folds of the fabric.

And there it was. Simple as that.

The pin was in place. It was straight enough, he’s accomplished his task. But why would he move backwards now? Especially when he gets the smell of burnt caramel, only elevated by the musk of Katsuki’s cologne. The very caramel that fits only Katsuki.

Instead of stepping back, he presses the flower gently again, before laying a flat palm underneath it. Looking up to meet the his eye. Sharing a small smile, one that Katsuki’s concentrated brow doesn’t return.

One such look, Izuku wants to ask the meaning of.

But at that point the music had started and the bridesmaids were taking their walks down the aisle to their spots. Those amongst them, Ochako, brunette hair curled lovely under her chin. His dear friend, stepping out first.

He watches as Kacchans’ eyes flick towards the aisle then physically jolt back. Pushing air between them. Like Izuku had actually pricked him.

Had he? He looks up to Katsuki again, just to check. Concern flowing through him. Did he mess up?

Katsuki with a tight jaw, responded with a head shake.

“I’m good- just-“ He bit down on his lip. Which shouldn’t have caught Izukus attention like it did. But damn it, Kacchan was in a suit. He never saw this, he wants to be this close. He wants to watch Kacchan as long as he’s able to.

“Don’t you want to watch your beautiful girlfriend walk down the aisle?” He asked earnestly, taking Izuku by the elbows, creating a larger stretch of space between them as he stepped back further. The rest of the groomsmen were already settling in their spots now.

“You could be next, Zu.” He mumbled, the soft tone not quiet reaching his eyes.

“My-?” Izuku was able to ask after looking back and forth for several seconds. But Katsuki wasn’t around anymore to respond. He’d joined the groomsmen in the line.

Any second Mina. The Bride. Would be walking the aisle.

And he should be focusing on that.

On Mina. On their special day.

But all he can think about is how Kacchan jolted back from him. Literally pulled away so fast he could have gotten whiplash.

And… girlfriend?

Izuku trudged slowly back to his seat.

He dated Ururaka for two weeks. Months ago. Because that’s what he thought he was supposed to do.

That’s what he’d confused their friendship into.

Some sort of… affection. Because she’s a pretty girl. Who’s always been there. And because Katsuki would never see him that way.

And even though she was pretty. Ururaka was a total lesbian.

He almost laughs thinking back to it.

His girlfriend at the time sitting him down telling him that she keeps thinking about that bubbly girl with sharp teeth.

Not Izukus style. But from then on he understood.

They’re both trying to fit circles in a triangle. And they’re both into blondes. Which they had a good laugh about, hugged their short relationship goodbye. And continued on like it never happened.

Because romantically they didn’t fit, didn’t mean their entire friendship could never be.
There’s too many years there to be ruined after two weeks.

But all that doesn’t matter because, somehow stupid idiot Kacchan. Thinks he’s dating her still.

The only reasoning he can find is…because they’re not that close anymore.

Not really. Not enough to know when the others dating someone. Or not dating someone. Was Kacchan dating someone?

He wouldn’t know either way.

It wretches a huge hole in his heart. One that he feels bleed the entire time the vows go on.

They’re sweet. And he really does try to listen. Eijirou calls her his rock and everyone snickers. Mina asks the priest if she can kiss her husband yet, prompting another laugh.

Kacchans not laughing.

He can’t help it. He’s always looking for shared moments with him. So he watches on. Watches the tightness in his jaw. How he shifts it back and forth, his mind obviously loud. Is he… counting the flowers?

He wants to know what he’s thinking. And selfishly he hopes if it’s of him. Is this killing Kacchan as much as it is him? How many years is he going to dream about Kacchan and still be unrequited and unresolved?

Is it even fair to hope for that?

But Katsuki glances back, their eyes lock and Izukus head rockets away, flipping immediately back to paying attention to the couple in question. What he’s supposed to do. The reason why he’s here in the first place.

Selfishly he takes another glance, molten healing the bleeding in his heart as Katsuki eyes fall right back onto Izuku.

And mouths a singular word over to him.

His heart pops and crescendos from the attention. Loss for words.

What is even appropriate to say? ‘I was just mooning over you best friend Kacchan.’ Or the more honest answer. ‘I’m devastated you don’t love me like I love you.’

That would go over well. So he goes for coy instead, giving him a small shrug and a smile.

He watches Kacchans brow raise.

He shrugs again. Not giving much else of an answer.

He hears the echoes of some sort of ‘I do’s’ but then Kacchan is mouthing at him to keep his eyes to himself. And he can’t help it.

He laughs, covering his mouth with his hand, looking back to Kacchan just as everyone around him stands, erupting in cheers and claps. Blocking his previous view

The prompt is helpful. Making him follow the crowd to clap politely. Taking a moment to stand just to catch the tail end of Kirishimas and Mina’s kiss.

Except magnets pull together and his eyes find his Kacchan again. Who’s looking off at the couple, watching them walk off. An unreal softness in his eyes, the kind he was only privy too late nights in the UA dorms when Kacchan was too tired to keep up a strong face. The soft look continues, watching down the aisle as Katsuki fumbles to grab his phone.

It hits him yet again.

‘Maybe you’ll be next, Zu.’

It doesn’t matter what line he falls into. Sero and Shoto could get married first before he does and he wouldn’t care.

But to stand there, Watching Kacchan and the possibility that he may lose that. Lose him. Have to play best man duties while he watches him getting married off to some sickenly funny girl. Who makes him laugh. And is really into Yoga.

He’d like someone who does Yoga.

When the whole time, all he really wants is to stand up there beside him. Say the endless list of vows of how amazing Kacchan is. To spend forever with him for the rest of their lives. Then chase one another down, not for real competition but for fun.

It’s what he’s always wanted. One, that pulses hard in his chest that he won’t get the chance to stand up there with Katsuki.

It sucks him into a deep state. Even while flower petals are tossed above their heads and the wedding party starts to file out. He continues to watch Kacchan stand from his crouch, smiling down at his phone.

What’s so special there that he’s smiling like that?

Who gets that special attention so easily after a romantic wedding?

His phone in his pocket vibrates. Which shouldn’t set his heart into motion as much as it is.

It’s probably his mom. But it itches there to be checked.

What if it’s him? Telling him to hop up to the priest and just- don’t think. Say I do. And they’ll kiss for the first time, drive away off to the sunset, adopt three children the next day and the week after that adopt a cat and eventually grow old together and die in each others arms. Their headstones will say “Here lies two symbols of peace. May they continue to amaze us.” And their children will all be incredible heroes and nothing bad will happen to them ever.

But that’s not realistic, is it?

Unable to control himself, He does get a text.

It’s not a fantasy driven one, but it is from Kacchan.

From: Kacchan

[Image sent]

It’s a blurry zoom in of Izuku looking back to the camera. Singled out in the crowd. His eyes are clearly looking back at Katsuki. It’s immensely devastating.

He looks so in love, it makes him want to hide the phone away from any prying eyes.

Another buzz and a notification pops through. One that ripples jolts of heat down his arms an spine.

A giddy laugh cracks from his throat.

One either of despair or pure adoration- he can’t tell the difference.
…

Everyone in their class is out dancing. Izuku danced a few songs with Ururaka and Iida but then the lovey songs slowed the whole thing down. And well… Izukus not really the type to shift side to side by himself surrounded by couples.

So, suddenly desperately parched he moves to the bar.

He still hasn’t responded to Kacchan. Hasn’t even hearted the picture. Which he usually does. It shouldn’t be an issue. Kacchan was just poking fun.

He should just say something to it. Though everytime he looks at it, Izuku can’t find anything good to say. Nothing pulls out as interesting enough to send to Kacchan.

Usually he doesn’t stress about what to send. But Kacchan has to know what Izuku looks like in the photo. How desperately Izuku finds him in it.

How much he wants Kacchan to just… love him. That photo is better evidence than a written note now.

At the mere thought of Kacchan, Izuku scans the crowd and tables. Spotting him sitting at an Empty Groomsmen table, his brow furrowed while he taps aggressively at his phone. Sipping from his drink between taps.

Maybe…. His response to Kacchan could be a little revenge to pass the time.

He snaps a photo, unfortunately Kacchan looks good in everything. Even obviously annoyed trying to jam a hole into his phone, all Izuku can see there is perfection. But he sends it off anyway.

To: Kacchan

[1 image Delivered]

And writes a quick quip.

To: Kacchan

[Usually people socialize at these things.]

He watches as Katsukis eyes squint, clicking open the message.

An emoji middle finger fills a portion of his screen. Izuku smiles, resting his hip against the bar, Focused on his screen while he sipped at his drink.

Another message comes in.

From: Kacchan

[Im doing work jackass]

Izuku snickers and responds

To: Kacchan

[Of course you are. Anything more newsworthy than our friend’s wedding?]

He watches in glee as Katsukis eyes roll. And even more glee as the lights of the dance floor shine green and orange against Katsukis back. Though his head drops to his screen the second he feels it vibrate in his hand.

From: Kacchan

[Robbery downtown, Mild Villian attack and some high speed chases. Most pro heroes are at another pros wedding. Figures there’d be a good amount of crime tonight.]

Cautious and as married to his work as always. Izukus smile grows, typing out a quick response.

To: Kacchan

[I’m sure they’ve got it. No need for the great Dynamight today?]

From: Kacchan

[I’m using PTO today. I’m all theirs.]

Izuku lets out a fond chuckle and decides that yeah, sure he’s all theirs today, but he’s also all his today. Which means, talking in person with each other instead of crowded over their phones when he can see him across the room.

He pockets his phone, deciding he’ll let it sit there the rest of the night, as he approaches the groomsmens table with his drink in hand. Slipping into the chair beside Kacchan.

“Thumbs get tired?” Katsuki smirked, putting his phone down. Drawing his attention to Izuku.

He loved when he did that. He didn’t have to fight against a screen for his eye. Without fail it always felt so bubbly and covered in peach fuzz.

“Some of us prefer talking face to face.” Izuku snorted, dragging a hand through his gelled hair again. Still stiff.

Katsuki hums, resting his elbows on the table, though he angles his body towards Izuku. The bubbly feeling continues. He really is all his right now, huh?

“Good ceremony?” Kacchan asks.

Izuku hums, shaking his head back and forth. Taking a few seconds to look back at the couple in question, tearing it up on the dance floor.

Mina’s reception dress is shorter. Much shorter, so that when her playlist comes on, their resident dancer can figuratively break it down while her sweetheart husband tries to keep up with her whirlwind of Pop, lock and drop it.

Needless to say, Mina is burning it up. While Kirishima is there. Cheering her on.

“Great ceremony.” Izukus eyes drifted to the content guests. Smiling and talking amongst each other. Izuku takes a moment to scan the crowd. People who can’t dance shuffle back and forth to the beat, until his eye is drawn watching Sero give Shoto a light twirl. The two men laugh. And he just can’t help himself. He wants that. He really really wants that.

“Why aren’t you out there?” He asks suddenly, watching miserably as Kacchans brow raises.

“Is that a joke?” He snorts.

Dumb question. Since when does Kacchan dance? The only time he’s seen him dance was when Izuku surprised him with a rock concert for his 18th birthday. And most of it was head banging. Not the type of dancing that’s presented ahead of them.

But he really really wants to.

Which is the only reason he presses a little harder to get his way.

“It doesn’t hurt, yknow. trying something new for once.”

“When have you ever seen me dance?” Kacchan scoffs, taking a big swig of his drink, hissing through his teeth as the burn coats his throat. Like some sort of irritated dragon. Izukus smile wrinkles at that.

“…Never.” He shrugs plainly.

“Then you’ve got your answer.” Katsuki nods like that’s the end of it. Final. He’s stubbornly not going to dance. But Izuku is just as stubborn too. So much so that he pushes again, leaning harder into his elbows, letting his brows lower.

“God forbid you get out of your comfort zone for one night.” Izuku grumbles exasperatedly.

“I could say the same for you, yknow.” Katsuki counters… and drops the floor out from under Izuku.

Because what does that mean? He actually wants to dance. It’s Kacchan that’s the immovable object right now.

He fixed him with a crinkle in his brow, shaking his head slowly while Katsuki’s eyes rolled.

“Why aren’t you out there?” Katsuki presents with a snarl and a well place motion to the crowd. Albeit lazily.

Izuku startles for a second at the attention placed on him. Suddenly feeling foolish at the immediate offense he’d taken.

“Ah, Well- y’see-“

He looks off to the floor and shrugs. Might as well be honest.

“I don’t really have anyone to dance with.” Izuku mumbles.

Well honest enough. Even if it makes him sound… lonely.

Katsuki looks out to the dance floor, past the couple. In Izukus inspection, he’s looking across the room to gaze to Ochako dancing in a group with the rest of the girls.

Izuku clears his throat to draw Katsuki’s eye back. The last thing he wants is to compete for that. Not when he had it so simply just minutes ago.

“And…someone’s got to keep you company.” Izuku chuckles, forcing it past his teeth. Kacchan doesn’t meet the same humor.

“So it’s pity.” Katsuki huffed.

“No.”

“Yes it is.” Katsuki nodded. Motioning off toward the crowd of guests, pulling back up his phone. Well… there go the fuzzy warm feelings. “Go dance with your girlfriend, leave me to my business.”

There it is again. Girlfriend.

“Kacchan…” Izuku gawked, shaking his head. “I’m not dating Ururaka.”

Hes expecting some sort of… reaction. Even just a quick blink from Kacchan but his friend is… decidedly blank. Flicking his eyes across the room only to find Izukus for a few long seconds.

“That’s new.” Katsuki responded carefully.

The only thing Izuku can do is smile. At the hilarity of it all. Or maybe the desperation of it all. Riddled in an inward spiral of confusing feelings that rattle in place as he tries to tamp them down. Trying to draw back the dogs who snap and bark at aforementioned treats.

Kacchan hadn’t even said anything much, yet Izukus pulse still buzzed beneath his scarred hands.

A weird combination that has him shrugging his shoulders.
“Not really.”

Katsuki let the silence stretch, Izuku studied the moment in rapt concern. Waiting for something. Anything. Even if it was insults. Watching Kacchans eyes drip down to his hand, fiddling in the air between his thumb and pointer finger, taking another glance out to the floor before he pressed his palms to the table, pushing the chair, giving room as he stood.

“Come on.” He outstretches a hand, daring if just for a second to look back and find his eye.

Well… that was the unexpected option. A reaction Izuku hadn’t even considered.

Deku froze, staring at Katsuki’s outstretched hand like it was some sort of trap. His mouth opened slightly—then closed again—his face growing steadily redder.

"...W-Wait—“ His voice cracked. “Are—are you—?"

His gaze flickered between Katsuki’s face and his hand, panic and disbelief warring in his expression. Then finally, drawing longingly out to the dance floor.

"...You hate dancing!" he blurted out, as if that was the most important point here. As it was all his heart could manage now.

“I can leave you here-“ Katsuki starts, stepping a few inches away from the table just for Izuku to scramble up, grabbing quickly at his hands. Letting himself be led across the room.

One foot in front of the other, setting in time with each pounding heart beat. He kept into step with him until they reached a safe little corner. Where the lights barely touch.

Katsuki’s face is… unreadable. Calm and focused, pulling his sweaty hands from Izukus, barely there, hold.

“This-“ Izuku chuckles, shifting his feet, in some form of keeping with the music. Awkwardly shuffling through this uncharted water with Kacchan. “Isn’t even remotely fair.”

“And whys that?” Katsuki, whose own feet haven’t moved yet, says. Taking to wiping said sweat down his pants.

It remind him of the school festivals, dancing with his friends. Catching Kacchans’ eye across the room but never building the courage to pull the blonde into the circle. Even when they were at their closest…

He just… couldn’t. Because he knew they’d fall into this point. Uncertainty. Fumbling through the unknown.

It really isn’t fair. Katsuki presents so beautifully from the awkward swipes down his slacks to the next second he’s moving with him. Shuffling his feet to the beat, head down. Albeit stiffly, and ill practiced. It’s so nice. So nice he just wants to pull closer. Feel his chest pressed against his. Breathe in each others air. Feel the heat of Kacchans hands on his skin-

But he’s getting ahead of himself. There’s more than two feet between them and step to step shuffle isn’t quite what he had in mind when it came to dancing with Kacchan.

“You hate dancing. You hate crowds and you hate overheating.” He pouts, raising his voice over the music. “That’s cheating. I don’t want you to be miserable.”

Kacchan flashes blue, then red to a light pink that blends his skin into his hair as his eyes roll. Dekus’ back must be reflecting the same color. Same as everyone here beneath these lights.

Except it’s only his Kacchan who looks this beautiful. Even as he levels his gaze, stepping closer to bark his response over the music.

“I’m not. You wanted to dance… so we’re dancing.”

“But what about what you want to do?” Izuku pesters with a huff, kicking the tip of his shoe against Kacchans.

Katsuki presents out two flat palms, nervous gaze flicking up to him stiffly. Izuku blinks owlishly in return.

“I want to dance too.” Kacchan mumbles.

“Who are you?” He whispers in disbelief, placing his hands in the others. Letting him tug closer. “And what have you done to my Kacchan?”

Katsuki snickered under his breath. Pushing them both out with a straight arms before tugging back in together, chests brushing before repeating that motion, stepping circular.

“And you know how to dance? Did I die some point between the ceremony and now?” Izuku joked, letting Katsuki swing him around.

“I said I don’t dance. Not that I don’t know how to.”

Izuku laughs but lets himself be tugged around again. And then takes his turn tugging Katsuki back and forth, making him turn under his arm only to pull back in again.

It’s nice. It’s everything he’d ever wanted. Well… almost.

Every single brush leaves him tingling. Wishing for more. Wishing for heat that isn’t in fleeting pulls and tugs.

The quick paced song comes to and end replaced by something sickeningly slow. He watches over his friends shoulder, the wedded couple pulling sweetly into each others arms. Mina is drenched in sweat. Something that Kirishima laughs about, brushing sweat droplets off her forehead.

It’s softens any unease in Izukus chest. His friends are in love. He’s dancing at their wedding, getting a stolen moment with Kacchan.

Who… is slowly pulling him closer…

Moving Izuku hands over his shoulders, to let them rest at the nape of his neck. If Izuku was bolder, he would rub his thumbs against the hair there. See if Kacchan pushes back against it.

It’s quiet. Far from comfortable with one another. Shifting side to side till he breaks the stiffness with a laugh, physically feeling Kacchans shoulders lower in each others movement.

“Where’d all that bravado go, huh Kacchan?” he snickers.

Which earns him a scowl, pushing Izukus away by his sides. Though the boy couldn’t be so easily tossed away. He groaned playfully, pulling Katsuki closer again.

“Hey-“ He chides through a wrinkled nose. “You know I’m just teasing. You’re dancing very well.”

“I know I am.” Katsuki’s voice grumbles beside his ear, tingling its rumble up his spine.

“If you’re open to criticism…” Izuku starts, feeling Katsuki’s fingers tighten. He doesn’t like to be told what to do. Especially what to do better. That motion is enough to clue Izuku into the latter. Its discovery he hides, chuckling through his next sentence.

“You could take to loosening up.”

Hes gifted another scoff from the blonde. But his shoulders do begin to lower.

“It’s just me.” Izuku tries, taking the lead in their dance to shake his friends shoulders. “Nothing to worry about.”

“That’s the opposite, Izuku.” Katsuki mumbles lowly, his breath fanning softly around the curve there. He almost has half the mind to press closer, to feel his cheek against his, sink into that warmth…

He would. Except Kacchans completely bamboozled him. But before he can ask. Before he can pick that apart and thoroughly question Kacchan. And just what those implications mean, what they do to his heart, Katsuki’s already moving on, thumbs settling against the edge of his vest. Tingles shoot out all the way up his hair. Like static.

“How’s your brats at UA?” Katsuki mumbles sincerely.

“Kacchan, they’re not brats. They’re excellent students who-“ He tugs his head back to argue, when he catches the playful glimmer in his friend’s eye. “…But you already knew that.”

“Did I?” Katsuki clicks his tongue.

Izuku can’t help the small chuckle. This could be safe. Warm and fuzzy again while they dance around topics that are regular. That don’t have them pressing closer breathing into each other’s ears.

Izuku busies his hands by twisting his fingers around each other.

“They’re doing well, just so you know…I’m really proud of them.” He mutters, feeling his embarrassment creep up into his cheeks.

“That’s great, Zu.” Kacchan nods. Thumbs brushing encouragingly. Like he’s actually listening to him. That he’s okay just… sitting here talking about his students. Izukus left helpless with nothing else but to continue.

“They’re nailing their drills and have already increased physical strength by 10%. And yknow…” He sneaks a glance to Kacchan and his sharp eyes, that he found already looking back to him. Fuck. “I’ve been thinking of bringing them to a hero debrief with the public so they can see the professionalism required for hero work.”

“That would be good for them.” Kacchan hums.

And here it was… the way his own words start to betray him. Always begging for more from Kacchan.

“Could they come to one of yours? I’m sure they’d love it.”

He could always take them to one of his own debriefs… that’s the obvious option. He’s a part time hero after all. But something is more appealing if it concerns Kacchan. His students love Kacchan. And he… would love to discuss it with them. To really piece apart someone else’s words.

“You think im a good show of professionalism?” Katsukis dry tone just solidifies the disbelief, shaking his head at Izukus ramblings.

“Well, you usually get straight to the point.” Izuku chuckles. “Which is good.”

“Izuku.” Kacchan huffs, fixing him with a look.

“And-“ Izukus tumbles, turning his chin down, to match Katsuki’s look. “I like watching your debriefs. You’re well spoken when you want to be.”

“Of course I am.” Katsuki grumbles.

“No seriously, you handle them with a heavy hand. Which isn’t bad-you just need to know they cant bleep out all of your words fast enough for live tv-.” Izuku laughs. He knows he sounds like a fanboy. And a weirdo… but this is the shit he lives for. It’s all analysis. And it’s not like Katsuki doesn’t listen. He can’t remember a time in the past few years where Katsuki hasn’t let Izuku go off on a quick ramble.

Katsuki snorted giving his head a shake.
“Just bring them to my Agency instead.”

Kacchan, who continues to pull him in when the rambling loses the plot and sinks into the deep end. Offering incredible options… like this one.

“Really?” He smiles.

“That way your kids are in a contained space.” Katsuki snickered.

Izuku rolls his eyes, pinching the back of Kacchans neck, affectionately.

“They’re not bad.”

“Hey ow!” Katsuki jolts, jumping his shoulders in an appeasing sort of shimmy that makes Izuku smile. Half tempted to pinch him again. Though Katsuki would definitely retaliate.

“If they’re anything like you, then they are that bad.” Katsuki grumbles fighting a small smirk.

Izukus doesn’t hide his, letting his arms sit heavier over Kacchans shoulders. Finally comfortable.

“But you’d let them?” Izuku asks, raising his eyebrows. “Come and tour your agency?”

“Of course. Just make sure they don’t break anything.” Kacchan shrugs cooly, but the way his head ducks betrays him once again. Izukus cheeks start to hurt from how much he’s smiling.

“Thank you, Kacchan. That’s- wow.” His own head ducks, peeking up to Kacchan through his lashes. “That’s…perfect. I’m sure they’ll love it.”

Kacchan is quick to look away. The lights too saturate to tell much detail on his face. But his Kacchans neck is warm underneath his hands and it’s enough for him to infer Kacchans hiding some form of embarrassment.

He almost pushes his face back to get a good look at it.

“It’s been a while, yknow? It’s good to see you.” Izuku remarks. Maybe then Kacchan will look back at him. To no avail.

He keeps his gaze out to the lights, thumbs still rubbing circles into Izukus lower back.

“It’s been, maybe a month” Katsuki mumbles.

It’s been a month since they’d seen each other sure. They’ll wave across to one another during patrols. Kacchans had more morning ones while Izukus been taking the nighttime shifts. Opposite schedules don’t leave much for quality time.

And he’s missed him. He hasn’t had time like this in months. They used to call at least once a week. Izuku would ramble over the phone while Katsuki took his morning runs over summer break. But then the school year started, and he dated Ochako and received his suit. Life just… got busy.

Really really busy.

And… maybe Izukus been distancing himself. Just a bit.

Kacchan had done so much for him. How could he ever repay a gift like that? He knows Kacchan would just shake his head and demand that Izuku doesn’t owe him anything. But… there’s nothing in the stipulations of their friendship that meant they could be loose with their hearts like that.

Definitely not Kacchan. But Izukus heart… ever since has been loosening into strings he can quite hold onto without some strand slipping to the ground. He’s already slipped so much today.

Walking to the chapel only to see Kacchan poking around Kirishimas car. He could have just… ignored it. But his heart strings decided for him, carrying his feet back across the lot.

Or pinning Katsuki’s boutonnière for him. His heart strings pulling him from his seat and controlling his hands.

Or carrying his feet across the from the bar pushing them from text to selfishly take Kacchans time.

And now pushing to dancing together. It’s like he can’t quite control himself anymore. He used to be so good about this. Keeping a distance. Following from Kacchans instructions. Times made him worse.

He just… misses him. Everything’s falling back into place in his life. He’s teaching. He’s a hero. Everything except one. Except the one person who’s been in his life since he was four.

He’s missed that and he needs that. It’s secure. It’s… Kacchan. Simple as that.

“Still. That’s a while.” Izuku tries not to pout. He really does. But he looks up as his frown pulls and realizes he’s doing exactly that. Pouting, like a cry baby.

While Katsuki’s brow pinches together eyes flicking away shamefully.

“You want me to apologize or something?” He gruffs.

“Oh-“ Izuku shakes his head quickly. He didn’t mean to guilt Kacchan. After all, it’s not his fault. If anything it’s his own.

“No. I’m just happy to see you…I’ve been missing you.”

Katsuki’s eyes flick back locking onto Izukus for a few silent seconds… just looking at one other. Letting it sink through their quiet till Katsuki swallows. Breaking it.

“‘Course you did.”

Izuku bites the inside of his cheek. He should know better than to put his heart on his sleeve so openly. But his heart is ribbons by now. One he’s lost complete control of. Kacchan didn’t respond well to that. Of course he didn’t. Who would?

…Though he didn’t stop dancing with him. And Kacchan communicates through his actions. The warm press of his hand against his back just proves that.

Maybe he’s allowed to miss him. He hasn’t been pushed away yet, so he finds Kacchans eye again.

“I think we need to make up for that lost time. You owe me.” He nods, solidifying his idea.

“I owe you?” Katsuki scoffs.

“Yes.” He nods. Pulling Kacchan closer again. It’s easier if he doesn’t see his eyes right now.

“I want time with you. Just you and me.” He confesses, letting quiet sound drift to Katsuki’s ear, just for him to know.

It’s quiet. So quiet he’s certain he’d just fucked up again.

“Then- come over.”

Izukus grin stretched, no longer hiding his excitement. Leaning towards Kacchans heat. Sizzling where their cheeks barely touched, freezing there in time together.

“Really?” Izuku whispered.

“Yeah.” Katsuki continued their two step shuffle, bumping Izukus shoes with his own to keep them in motion. Izuku followed loosely, letting his eyes drift shut. Listening to Kacchans soft rumble in his voice. “I’ll cook…”

Kacchan sunk forward, their cheeks press, even through the music he can hear Kacchans breath against his ear. Molten pools again in his stomach. Introducing every hair to stand on end as the only thing that pumps in his bloods is Katsuki.

It’s a puff of breath that sends a full shiver down his spine, Katsuki isn’t even meaning to do this to him. But now he’s drunk on it.

“And we’ll watch that new All Might doc that just came out.” He whispers.

“Really?” He smiled curving into their pressed cheeks.

Kacchan hums his agreement. The sound shooting south down the path of Izukus body. Which he hopes Kacchan doesn’t catch while they’re pressed together dancing. Finally chest to chest shuffling side to side together.

“Kacchan-“ Izuku gushes, letting his head slip down resting his forehead on his shoulder. Something warm and wistful in the sound. “That’s, perfect. Really.”

“Oh and you can meet my new roommate.”

Izukus head lifts up, looking up to Kacchan, giving enough space where he won’t get distracted.

“Roommate?” He asks.

Kacchan wasn’t the roommate type.

He liked his personal space and his quiet time. He enjoyed solitude. It’s the only place his mind could relax. It’s better for him that way. A roommate sounds like a bad thing for a person like Kacchan.

“Yeah, she just moved in last week.” Katsuki smiles.

She?

His heart plummets down into his stomach.

“Oh- that’s great.” He responds shakily, loosening his grip on Katsuki’s shoulders.

Of course. Just when he gets comfortable. When he’s drunk on whatever is happening between them right now. Kacchan mentions his roommate. A girl. Probably a pretty girl.

Maybe she does yoga. Perhaps that pervious thought was just a message from the universe. A way to warn him before he drives too deep.

Obviously he didn’t get the universes hint.

“Sometimes.” Katsuki shrugs. Before shaking his head, smiling while he talks. It’s so carefree that Izuku can see the dark press of dimples in his cheeks. Which curves jealously in his stomach. Izuku gets to relish in this beauty while Katsuki talks about his FEMALE roommate? Not fucking fair. Fuck you universe. Try harder next time.

“She’s so loud, Izuku. And makes mess everywhere.” Katsuki shakes his head fondly.

“Sounds like your personal nightmare.” He mutters, trying to keep a sweet tone. What if Kacchan really likes this roommate? She’s got him smiling like that. He needs to be happy for him.

“She is... Not to mention the fur.”

Has to do a quick double take. Mentally righting blurry images of some perfect female roommate that now shrink smaller and smaller to something that may to even be human. The fur?

Kacchan has that playful glimmer he had earlier. One that says he’s doing shit just for the hell if it. Relief floods through shaking his yarn of heart strings all around. So much so that he tossed his head back in a relieved laugh.
“Kacchan…did you get a Cat?“

Katsuki smiles back to him. Dimples sinking once again.
“I did.”

The cat that got the cream. That’s all Izuku sees. Though he’s too relieved to chastise the blonde for the brief scare.

“You did that on purpose.” Izuku smiles.

“I did.” Kacchan repeats.

Izuku hums thoughtfully, tilting his head, inspecting the man across from him. “I never pegged you as a cat person.”

“I’m not.” he rubs underneath his nose. “But she’s helpful.”

“Helpful?”

Katsuki nods like that explains it all. That’s the normal thing. Izukus the outlier to even need to question that. What an asshole.

“She’s a therapy cat.” He explains simply.

“Oh.”

He didn’t know Kacchan even needed a therapy cat. Or that he was still in therapy.

“I’m glad you have her.” He offered a smile. “What’s her name?”

“Tofu.” Katsuki averts his eyes.

“Tofu?” He questioned.

Katsuki shrugs selfconsciously. His words tumbling down into nothingness. “Shes the color of fried tofu.”

A crispy tan cat then. Does Kacchan run around with her? Does he have one of those feathery cat toys that cats like to chase around like birds. Does he let Tofu curl up beside him?

How domestic of him.

“Oh that’s.” Izuku mumbles, tracing the back of Katsuki’s vest with his thumbs. “That’s actually really nice.”

Katsuki nods but doesn’t say much else, just lets the song sway their movements.

Though, it sat there prodding heavily in the back of his mind. Therapy. Katsukis therapy. Kacchan has a therapy cat. Named Tofu. Who is helpful for him. For some therapy.

“I didn’t know you were still doing therapy.” Izuku mutters out.

Why didn’t he know that? Not that it was much of his business. But they used to know everything about each other. When did that change?

Did he get lazy when it came to Kacchan? He pondered, lifting his head to look up at his friend. Did he stop discovering things about him? When did that shift happen? How could he let that happen?

Katsuki in therapy. He has a cat. Somehow Katsuki agreed to dance and he spearheaded the entire plan on creating a suit. Just for him.

How can he ever catch up when Kacchan keeps making leaps and bounds ahead of him?

“I just got back into it.” Katsuki mumbles, sucking one of his cheeks in to gnaw on it from one side of his teeth.

“Oh.” Izuku frowns.

“You look like I told you I’m dying.” Katsuki snarks, flattening his brows into a line.

“Oh no. I didn’t mean- I just-I didnt know that. I thought I would have-“

“Breathe. Nerd.” The corner of Katsuki’s mouth ticks up, drawing a line from the top of Izukus head to his chin, inspecting him through yet another nervous ramble.

“Ijustdidn’tthinkyoustillneededtherapy- that’s all!” Izuku tumbles over his words, letting them fall together. Tucking his head to his chest, trying to resist the flame of his cheeks.

“It comes and goes in waves, yknow? Like your hand issues.” Katsuki motions loosely in the air, flexing his hands as he mentions Izukus stuff.

Izukus hand issues were in the form of early onset arthritis. Years of breaking fingers, using a power too big for his own physical form. And losing your arms in a war with varying lasting quirk reverse effects.

It takes a toll on the sinews and ligaments.

“Oh. That makes sense.” Izuku whispered slipping his hand down from Katsukis shoulders, tracing down the top edge of the vest, veering right from the boutonnière he’d pinned earlier, pressing a flat palm against his chest. Right where he could feel his heart beat.

Katsuki lost a lot in the war too.

He saw his body. Lifeless and coated in red. Before getting a surgery on the battlefield. Of course that would have lasting effects. It was smart that he has therapy. Izuku still wakes up sometimes in a cold sweat thinking himself a murderer.

“Comes in waves.” He mumbled. “Makes sense.”

The music picked up, something loud for everyone to dance in. Really dance. But they didn’t. Feet resting, stuck in place facing each other head on. Breathing in some quiet space that Izuku only presses into with every healthy beat of Kacchans heart.

“How’s life treating you?” Katsukis whispers, his hands slipping down to Izukus waist, firm but could bounce off away at any second.

“I’m not seeing anyone if that’s what you’re asking.” He whispered, sharing air, lost in the moment. Lost in Katsukis warmth. The pound of his heart.

His still beating heart.

“I-“ Katsuki fumbled, blinking rapidly. Spine stick straight. Mannequin-esque. “Wasn’t outwardly asking- I was just…seeing how you were doing.”

“Oh.” Izuku whispered between them.

He’d made it weird. Of course he made it weird and now they’re just standing there. Looking at each other. Tangled in a mess of arms. Reeking of Izukus desperation. Quickly he rights his hands back up around his friends neck. They’re dancing. Not having a therapy induced heart to heart on the dance floor that makes his brain feel like it’s on vibrate.

“I’m doing good.” Izuku nodded quickly. His voice pitching a tad too loud. Even though the music should drown it for him. “Just busy. Two jobs and all that.”

“And all that.” Katsuki nodded back.

“And you?”

Katsuki toddled his head back and forth on its axis. “I’m alright.”

“No.” His heart threads tug forward… finding there’s nothing to lose right now. “Are you seeing anyone?”

Katsuki’s jaw tightens- flexing the muscle right beneath his cheekbones.

Fuck. He totally messed this up.

“Not many options.” Katsuki shrugged.

Izuku messed this up, but Katsuki still gave a response. Not the preferred one. But a response is better than no response.

“That’s not true.” He shook his head. Because it wasn’t true. Katsuki has options in any room he enters. He could have his pick of anyone.

“I’m also picky.” Kacchan hums, tapping absentmindedly against Izukus waist. “I’ve got high expectations.”

“Too picky for a pretty girl?” Even though it stings to say- his curiosity has won out in the end.

Katsuki blinked again and tilted his chin down, leveling with Izuku.

“What?” Katsuki chuckles disbelievingly.

“There’s got to be some girl that meets those expectations right?” Izuku presses.

“Izuku-“ Katsuki shakes his head, brows furrowing. ”I don’t like girls.”

“I get it you’re picky. They need to be perfect- so not a girl- a woman.” He tries to reason, his fingers tangling around the back of Katsuki’s collar, twisting the material back and forth. Though, it’s probably not good for the collar. He twists it anyway. Because this hurts. But he’s his friend first.

Katsuki laughs, giving his head a shake. Brows quirked like Izukus the one not making any sense.

“Izuku. I don’t like girls…period. I’m gay.”

It only took a sentence to feel his entire world crash. Surprise, Surprise. Especially with Kacchan at the root of this. He should have known better. He should have prepared to keep his heart from tugging up to his throat.

“You’re…what?”

He needs to makes sure he didn’t imagine this. Or mishear him. What if he said he’s nay. Like an ye olde picky womanizer man. If that was a real thing. Maybe it is…somewhere around the world.
But no- Kacchan repeated himself.

“I’m gay. I prefer men.”

Somewhere in the back of his head a triumphant cacouphany plays. A soldier victorious from battle stands, their countries flag in hand watching all that have fallen to reach this point. As the soldier releases its great battle cry, completing the battle. Happy to live another day.

“How-“ He pushes through the incredible voice crack that ripples from his throat. “How long have you known?”

Kacchan takes a long breath, uttering on a sigh from between closed teeth.
“Middle school.”

Middle school. Izuku wants to shout. He thought they were close enough to know these things about each other. That Kacchan would have told him by now.

They fought a war together. And while their relationship hasn’t always been strong. It felt pretty damn strong to talk about your sexuality with each other. To stop wasting time tip toeing around the red marker that hearts around Kacchan in Izukus mind.

How much time have they wasted in this unknown?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Izuku asks quietly.

Katsuki exhales slowly, hands bunching up the fabric around Izukus waist.

“I…didn’t really want to think about it.” Katsuki muttered, staring down at his hands something… deep in his eyes. Something Izuku can’t quite reach for. Not without asking more questions.

After all, understanding hasn’t been reached.

“You didn’t want to think about… your sexuality?” He asks carefully. This unknown topic was… sensitive. He knows Kacchan. Or well… he knows how he functions.

Avoidance is his best strategy with his words. But his body always betrays him. The hands clenched in his vest just proves that.

“It’s not like it’s…normal, Izuku.” Katsuki whispers, stubbornly still stuck inspecting his hands.

“But you didn’t tell me?” Izuku pressed.

Katsuki sighed, finally releasing him to shove space between them. “Can we get a drink or something? I don’t want to make a scene.”

Izuku doesn’t need space from Kacchan right now. He needs understanding. He needs to know why Kacchan didn’t feel the need to tell him? Was the information not important or was it just Izuku that didn’t deserve the honor?

“You think I’m going to make a scene?” He whines, stepping into his friend’s space again, reaching for him to hold attention.

“Izuku you’re literally raising your voice right now-“ Katsuki stressed, pulling Izukus hands off him.

Not to discard him. Kacchan would have done it more agressive. Or maybe would have complained on how annoying the other was being. No.

He didn’t do that. Instead, he took his wrists, pulling gently, creating that distance to… preserve something there. Not because Izuku was the nuisance.

Maybe it was to preserve himself? But Izuku couldn’t read that from Kacchan. Not right now anyway.

“I am not-“ He gasped but realized the sheer sound coming out of him.

Okay. He was raising his voice.

“Fine! Okay. Okay.” He untangled himself, stubbornly stomping off towards the bar. Katsuki moved forward, proverbial tail tucked between his legs following at his heels.

“Did you even think about telling me?” He asks as soon as Katsuki sits down beside him. His feet dangling off the barstool till he presses the ball of his foot against the support bar.

Katsuki waves down the bartender, ordering a drink, before glancing towards the dance floor, shoulders hiked up to his ears.

“I mean, sure.” Katsuki gruff lowly.

“Sure?” Izuku cuts, pitching up his voice.

To which, Kacchan retaliates, waving a hand between them.

“You think I tell anyone anything about me?”

“I would’ve hoped you would tell me. I mean I’m your-“ He huffed. What was he? Friend? Best friend? Those don’t fit.

Soulmate?

It sure fits if the other would accept it. If Kacchan ever… felt that towards him. But he’d rather crawl into a deep dark hole than say that.

He let his eyes drift miserably to Kacchan. Letting out a deep sigh.

“I thought I was more important to you.”

The bartender wordlessly slides Katsuki’s new cup across to him. Sensing the tension, seeing no reason to intervene.

Neither looks towards the cup. Focused miserably on one another.

“You are-“ Katsuki counters. “That’s why I’m telling you now.”

“Who else knows?” He huffs, and watches as Katsuki breaks their gaze, switching away to the drink, taking several gulps.

That’s not a good sign.

“Kacchan…” He starts trepidatiously. Hands clenching underneath the table. His nervous system knows most the answers before his ears do. “Who else knows?”

“My parents.” Katsuki mutters, licking his lips before shamefully regarding the rest of the list. “Kirishima, Pinky, Denki, Jirou, Sero, and by connection, Icyhot probably…”

It still stings, that his entire group knows before him. But he can’t fault him on that. Those are… his support systems. It makes sense.

He can survive on that tinge of jealousy. It’s a manageable jealousy. But Katsuki keeps going.

“All Might, Best jeanist, Edgeshot….”

And after a greatly devastating long pause…

“Minetta.” He mumbled miserably

That was a low blow. The lowest of blows. Kacchan doesn’t even like Minetta. He’s heard him call him every name in the book. He’s seen Katsuki toss Minetta around like a football just cause he could.

“Oh my god, Kacchan.” Izuku hissed, shoving at his friends arm.

“I’m sorry okay?” Katsuki groaned, running his hands down his face. “It’s just- it’s different telling you.”

“I’m not homophobic Kacchan!”

Because that has to be the only reason Katsuki would ever think that. It has to. If it’s not then somehow Izukus below Minetta on the ‘Tell people I’m gay list’ for no good reason.

“I don’t think you are! It’s just-“ Katsuki sighed. “It’s different okay?”

Or is he really just not that important to Kacchan? Has Izuku really just been a nuisance this whole time?

“Have I done something?” He prods. Because he needs the why. He’s starving for the why.

“No- no you haven’t done anything.” Katsuki shakes his head, eye sincere in the soft miserable way Kacchans eyes get when he really really means it.

Like nights sitting out on Izukus balcony back in UA, their shoulders pressed together recovering from experiencing a war so young. Training to still be what they need to. Even as the final ember flicks out of existence for some…

Even then they’d whispered their fears and their secrets.

Not all secrets apparently.

Anger flushes at his cheeks, broils thick bubbles in his stomach till he’s trying to spit them out.

“Then why-“ He pleads ferociously. “Why does Minetta know before me?”

Katsuki is quick to jump back on it. Eyes earnest yet mouth turned into an annoyed scowl.

“He wasn’t supposed to know. Shitty hair made a joke third year with Sero about it and that purple ass muncher was there!” He tries to explain.

“Third year?” Izuku gaped. “They’ve known since third year?”

Guilt passes across Katsuki’s face. He hates the self satisfied burn it gives him. It should be enough, but Izuku continues. Hurt, angry and following some itch to understand. Completely understand where he stands with the boy he’s only ever wanted to love.

“And you didn’t think that maybe in the past seven years you’d tell me. Like…our summer beach trips. Or the times you’d stopped by my classroom. Or…winter getaways with our families. You don’t think to say, ‘oh HI Izuku. By the way I’m gay. and I want to tell you my nearest, dearest, friend. Because I want you to know everything about me. I want you to know who I am because our friendship is important to me.’” It’s a manic thing now that he’s lost control of. He shakes with it, deep panting breaths take him to the finish line, rejoicing as Katsuki squeezes his eyes shut.

“Izuku- god!” Kacchan buries his face in his hands. “I didn’t want you to think I’ve been hitting on you this whole time.”

The actions, admittedly a little cute. Kacchan hiding away for a second while his eyes pinch a deep red. And he chuckles through the distress. Soft barely there.

“I wouldn’t think that.” Izuku softens, he was never good with Kacchans distress. Wanting to comfort before having to deal out his own issues. He’s always been like this.

“I didn’t want to ruin everything.” Katsuki grumbles, through a whine.

Izuku gently pulls his friends hands back. Seeing his distressed face, seeing the frown pull down to a miserable peak.

“How would that ruin everything?” He asks in earnest.

“Because-“ Katsuki sighed. Squeezing his eyes shut again, his sigh hidden across from the rooms blaring music, cheers pick up and from their sounds. They’re celebrating something. Celebrating what they’re supposed to be doing too. To be out there having fun. Drinking with friends. Celebrating a wedding.

“Just because.” Katsuki mumbles, returning to his drink.

Fucking stubborn bastard. The concern slips away immediately. Red heat once again shoots him from his chair.

He can’t even tell him. He can’t tell him and that hurts. It hurts so much. Izuku eyes sting, and he squeezes the tears crawling around the corners of his vision.

“More secrets. Yeah that’s a great way to dig yourself out of this.” Izuku bit, making a beeline to the exit.

“Fuck, Izuku-“ Katsuki scrambled after him. “You’re being unfair-“

“I’m being unfair?!” He whirled around but Katsuki grabbed a hold of his arm, dragging the two of them out the doors and into the night. Finding purchase on the concrete path around the event center.

Crickets chirp their welcome to the two, a warm summer wind barely breezing through to ruffle their hair.

Izukus tossed unceremoniously out with him.

“Can you not right now?” Katsuki gripes. “This is Kiris and Mina’s night.”

“Oh sorry Kacchan.” He scoffs. “When’s a good time to talk about this? In eight fucking years?”

“There’s no timeline on who and when I come out to someone, Izuku.” Katsuki bites back, arms flailing. His heart monitor beeps a warning but Izuku yells over it.

“But it’s me, Kacchan!” He yelled, the tears pooling up again. “It’s me! You should have told me!”

“And I should have.” Katsuki nods but his face twists in irritation. “But I didn’t. So go have your pity party-“

Izuku shoved him. Grabbed the front of his vest and forced him backward. Watching him tumble into the shrub behind him, crushing a few twigs and frushing the leaves out of its neatly hedged shape.

“You’re a bad friend!” He yells.

Katsuki fumbles, pushing out of the bush, a twig pokes from his waistband, he rubs at his back, scowling. “Are you serious?”

“Can you just tell me why?” Izuku asks, slapping his hands down to his sides. “Tell me why and I’ll take it. I’ll take it and we don’t need to talk about it…”

Katsuki’s scowl softens yet the pinch in his brow stays. It emboldens him.

This is Kacchan. Despite this. If he cares… Kacchan should still care.

“I just can’t go home today knowing there’s a reason you didn’t tell me for years.”

Again silence. Katsuki runs his fingers through his hair, before meeting his eye again. Little sparks fizzle around his head, which he ducks, pressing his chin to his chest.

“I wasn’t sure… what you’d say. If you’d be…cool with it. That I’m… I don’t know- I didn’t want to know your reaction.” He mumbles.

“Cool with it?! Why wouldn’t I be cool about it? Kacchan, I’m Bi!”

The words hang for a moment. As a realization sticks up in the air. As if they were a tangible two letters dangling between them. Miserable mistletoe.

Kacchans head raises, intrigue depicting the lines of his face, with a mouth slowly opening to a smarmy curve.

“You’re Bi?”

Fuck.

Everything crashed down. The words cracked against the pavement and his friend’s self satisfied glint. Overwhelming shame and stubbornness fallowing in heavy streams through his nerves.

He was getting mad at Kacchan for the very same thing he’d been avoiding all these years.

Because it really was different telling Kacchan. The flicker of hope that ignited just minutes ago is now a flaming fire. Tumbling through angry shameful dwells.

Because Katsuki smiles, shaking his head back and forth. Ready to hold this over his head. Ready to bring it up every chance he fought with Izuku.

“Fucking hypocrite.” Katsuki laughs, tongue sweeping under his lip to press to his gum.

The goddamn cat who got the cream again.

“Shit.” Izuku sighed, placing his hands on his hips, to exhale the pent up… everything. “I didn’t even realize.”

“You didn’t realize?” Katsuki laughs, disbelieving. Shaking his head at him. “You didn’t think to let out that fact in the past seven years?”

Regrettably, he does smile, pointing a finger at Kacchan.

“Stop- you’re not in the right here either.”

“Who knows before me hm?” Katsuki smirks, stepping up closer, tucking his hands behind his back. Twig still dangling in his waistband.

The smile now hurts his cheeks. Embarrassed, felling a little foolish… and so, so in love.

They are just like this. Fighting tooth and nail once second before a common ground is found that makes Izuku… terribly fond of the whole endeavor.

“Definitely not Minetta.” Izuku cracks, leaning into his hip.

Katsuki laughs, running a hand down his face. “Jesus…I deserved that.”

He raised his nose, self deservingly.

Kacchans cheeks are still pink, and Izuku can’t help but get a little lost in it, while Kacchan rubs at his forehead.

“I’m still mad at you.” Izuku reminds playfully.

“You don’t get to be mad at me.” Katsuki reminds.

“Yes I do. Minetta, Kacchan, Minetta.”

Which is then followed by a long sigh. Drawing in the awkwardness that, even though they’ve cooled down and found the wrong denominator… a consensus still hasn’t been reached.

Maybe they’re both waiting for an apology. Or a distraction. Maybe both.

“I’m…sorry I didn’t tell you.” Katsuki sighs. Dropping his hands to his pockets. And Izuku smiles.

Look how far they’ve come.

“I’m sorry too.” He breathes.

Katsuki tangled his fingers around themselves, pulling izukus gaze. The crickets chirp between them for a moment before Katsuki is muttering

“I’m glad you know though. I don’t regret telling you.”

Something terribly fond curls up again, molten pooling out… everywhere.

Wow he loves him.

“Stop being cute.” He feigns irritation, except it’s punctuated by a bright smile. “I’m still angry.”

Kacchans eyes bounced up at that. Not quite surprise. No. More like intrigue. A need for more information.

He was delighted to see his smile spread just the same, dropping his head to his ear, wrinkling his nose. “Cute?”

Adorable.

“Shut up. Not like that.” He rolled his eyes, parried by Kacchans step forward, crossing his arms. He adores how the motion made Kacchan look. Opposing and cut. All intimidating muscle. He wants to trace his tongue over every bulge of skin beneath his shirt. Are you there god? It’s me Izuku.

He feels like giggling. Where’s a pillow when you need it?

“Then like what, Izuku?”

“Like…I need a drink if you’re going to be talking like that.” He counteredc

Katsuki snorted, nodding towards the door. “Lead the way.”

Letting Izuku slip through first. Like their hero placements. Fifth following Fourth.

They wandered their way back in, something sitting between them. Sitting like a rubber band slowly reeling back to be snapped.

But what happens after the snap? Neither really knows for sure.

Just as Katsukis reaches the bar, Kaminari is clapping him on the shouder, dragging him away for best man duties. Something about cutting the cake and something they’ve been planning for the couple.

Izuku doesn’t know what to expect until the dance slows down to shine up where the band is playing. Katsuki standing there with a microphone in hand.

“I was told, I’m the one to start this all off… so listen up. Or don’t. This shit isn’t for you.” Katsuki snarked, looking around at the crowd. To which most laughed, used to Katsuki’s explosive personality.

The crowd didn’t matter to him, he zeroed in on the newlyweds.

“Happy wedding day you two. Seriously.”

He glanced back among the crowd.
“I met Kirishima my first week of UA. I don’t do well with people…But Eijirou and his shitty hair still went a seeked me out. Because that’s the type of person he is. He’s genuinely a good guy.”

Mina cuddles into her husband, listening as Katsuki continues.

“He’s dependable and kind. He’s the person you call at midnight on a bad day and he knows just what to say to make you feel better. He’s an exceptional hero and the toughest, manliest guy I’ve ever met.”

Katsuki gazed across the the crowd to the two, they both laughed but Eijirous was watery.

“And Pinky.” Katsuki chuckles and the microphone gives a small squeak of feedback. If it did anyone damage, no one mentioned it.
“I’ve never been seen someone so bright. You bring the energy to every room you’re in.”
Nods revovled around the room.

“She is a bubblegum colored force to be reckoned with. She will be the nicest person in the room and your best friend. That’s just who she is. And she has more talent in her little pink pinky than all of us do in the entire room. Combined. ” He chuckles and Izuku watched as Mina presses a hand to her heart. Katsuki doesn’t give compliments often… but they strike to kill when he does. Because immediately you know he means them.

“But one thing I need to drive home is how good they are for each other. I don’t trust the best guy with anyone willy nilly. I’ve been watching this shit go down since our first years at UA. Kirishima would beg me to come down to the common room, just so that he could spend just a little bit more time with Mina. a girl he’d known and admired since middle school. Till they were comfortable with each other.”

A few chuckles flowed around the room, Mina bumped her head sweetly to Eijirous.

“And soon after that Mina visited me, all nervous, with the excuse of ‘homework help’ but it was just her grilling me on Kirishima. Because these two were so far gone for each other. It was sweet really.”

There’s awe’s amongst the crowd of their friends and family.

“Eij… Mina… You two are some of my best friends. My closest companions, we’ve been through late nights, long car rides, endless conversations and grueling classes.” His expression turned serious, looking down the way to the two.

“We’ve been through war together. And I’m so grateful to see that you both have gone through the other side. Not only gracefully but with a smile on your face. Hand in hand.”

“I love you guys. And I love that you have found each other. I wish nothing but endless happiness for the both of you and all the sappy shit everyone else is going to say. Enjoy the rest of forever together. Because you’ve earned it. And if anyone’s deserving of it. You two definitely are. Congratulations dumbasses…” He smiled, passing off the mic to Denki.

Izuku wasn’t listening to Denki who’d started off with a joke to wink to the audience. He was watching Katsuki.

How much his Kacchan had grown. How open with his heart his once closed off friend had become. How much he wished he could jump up there and shower him in adoration.

Though in the same second of adoration came a deep respect. Because this wasn’t about Katsuki at all.

This was Mina and Kirishimas day. And Katsuki knew that. Facilitating a good experience. Keeping the two none the wiser of Izukus and his stumble earlier. And then the speech…He focused on the best parts of his friends.

His heart fought aggressively in his chest, threatening to pop. Kacchan was open hearted. Kacchan isn’t the fourteen year old kid Izuku would flinch from. Izuku wasn’t that either. He hasn’t been that kid in a long time.

And now he knew. There may be a chance with Kacchan. A slim, close to none chance. Yet…for the first time in his life it didn’t feel like a large wall hard to climb over.

The wall had been bulldozed so fast, it really was just one foot in front of the other.

Easy to walk over to the man Kacchan had become. The one who’d leaned into him.

Someone kind and aggressive. And continually amazing. The Kacchan people are finally seeing from what he’s seen their entire lives.

Izuku grinned once their eyes met across the room. The beginnings of a conversation just for them, just like during the vows.

Katsuki continued to talk with the newlyweds yet, his eyes continued to bounce to Izukus.

As if asking him how he did.

Izuku gifted him with a nod and a smile. Trying to say ‘Job well done.”

Getting a raised brow in response. Asking for reassurance. That it was a speech worthy of the couple.

Izuku laughed, nodding his head up and down, sipping at his drink from the bar before giving it a little tilt. As if asking, ‘What now?’

Katsuki responded by stepping forward, moving across the room straight to him.
….

*Katsuki*

Katsuki moved with purpose, pulling up to the chair beside Izuku, sitting down.

He was riding high off of nerves, jolting anxiety in the pressure in his hands. He rubbed them against his pants, removing a hearty pooling of sweat that had gathered here.

Finding the glass he’d abandoned when he’d yelled at Izuku. He returned to it, taking a testing sip.

A bit watered down, but still good. He took another and then another.

“Should we hire you for wedding speeches?” Izuku joked lightly, pushing his shoulder against his.

“Nah..” Katsuki smiled, taking a breath. “I’m a one time, one trick pony.” He smiled just slightly behind his glass before letting his eyes follow back to Izuku.

“We both know that’s not true.” Izuku hummed, nursing at his glass. He was all smiles. Eyes looking up to Katsuki in a way that made his heart thrum in his ears. He reached up, tapping his heart monitor, just in case.

Katsuki hummed noncommittally in response, sipping at his drink. Eyes casting long strides across izuku as long as he can get away with it…

“So how long have you known?” He hums casually. Hoping his eyes don’t betray him.

One look to Izuku just proves that they do.
Because he’s tilting his head, all warm and inviting. Izuku and his stupid effect he has on him.

“Known what?” He asks.

“That you were Bi.” Katsuki tries to shrug casually. Missing the mark again, so miserably.

“I guess…sorta forever? I didn’t know there was a name for it until high school.” Izuku shrugs back, bubblegum pink chinks catching his attention.

He’s happy, they’re okay right now… right?
Maybe it’s the alcohol.

He doesn’t even feel buzzy on his end. Too many shifts and turns through the night that like to kill the buzz. And his drinks watered down now.

Just to give him something to do, he sips at it again. The alcohols separated by now, sinking all the way down to the bottom, that’s now gathered into that one sip. Gross. That’s all he needs for the rest of the night.

Katsuki hummed, building a grin and some courage.
“So in the past… eighteen years? You hadn’t told me?”

…
*Izuku*

Katsuki’s grin is a shit eating one, that has Izuku pushing the man’s face backwards.

“Not fair.” Izuku laughs.

“Alls fair-“

“Not really.”

“And why not?” Katsuki counters raising a brow, leaning towards Izuku. Putting his weight into his elbows.

Izuku, delightfully doesn’t move away.

“Because you’re you. You know? Like look at you- you look-“ Izuku took a deep breath, shifting on the chair to face him. Were his shoulders always that broad? Maybe it’s the suit that’s accentuating them….
“With me… I feel like you can smell it off me.” Izuku shrugged.

“What does that even smell like?” He asks. Izuku has to hide the surprise with the back of his hand.

He should be bold now. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but really… what’s he got to lose?

“Give a whiff and tell me.” Izuku murmurs offhand.. Not expecting for Katsuki to lean forward, taking a dramatic sniff before covering his nose.

He loved this. He loved when he got like this. Goofy and playful. It drew his attention for more than any great feat shown and spattered across the news.

It was amazing, sure. Heroic events. For all to see. But this? This was just for Izuku. All his.

“So?” He asked, tilting his head to Katsuki.

“You reek of it.”

Izuku grinned. “That a bad thing?”

Katsuki shrugged, placing his hand into his cheek, lounging against the bar. Making room just for him. “Not necessarily.”

Izuku chuckled, tracing the rim of his glass with a finger. It’s now or never really…He has a drink or two in him. He’s already made a mess of this, and Kacchan is still here. Why not give a little nudge into what he really wants-

“You know… I had the biggest crush on you.” Izuku mumbled, behind his glass.

He can’t lift his eyes. He can’t look at Kacchan. Especially once he hears a long exhale from beside him. The shift of his seat. And the scrape of Katsuki’s cup as he takes another drink.

“You’re joking.” Katsuki’s response is barely there. What’s louder is the thud of his glass returning to the table. It’s only then he peeks to Kacchan.

Who’s already looking back at him. Suprised, honest eyes is all he can focus on.

“Serious.” He mumbles.

The sound of Kacchans heart monitor gives long beep between them.
But Katsukis ears strike red while he turns away, scrambling with the button.

It untraps his nerves, letting a soft chuckle free.

Katsuki clears his throat, fingers tip tapping where his monitor lays. “How long… uh? I guess…. Did you…?”

As if length is the importance here. Izuku could be honest and say that he still does. That he wishes for Katsuki to be his every single moment. That it’s the only thing he’s been able to think of all day while surrounded by so much love. All he wants is that love in return.

But instead he lies.

“First year.”

Katsuki swallows, looking down at his drink. Tip tapping against the glass, shifting what little ice there is left.

“Ever consider it now?” Katsuki exhales, slowly looking back to Izuku again, a soft smile picking up one corner of his mouth.

If Izukus heart could move, it would be in his ass. Because…. What? Did that really just… happen?

“What?” he whispered, despite letting his gaze drop. Watching Kacchans tongue dart out and wet his bottom lip.

Oh no.

Oh no no no no. How could this be happening now. They fought today. They’d hurt one another today. But… they’ve also laughed today. They’ve reconciled today.

“Do you consider…me?” He whispered, lining the distance with the fan of his breath.

And now… tonight- is Kacchan flirting? Have they been flirting a lot tonight..?

This space between them is uncharted, but he knows what interest looks like. The grin that grows from the corners of a satisfied mouth. A gleam in the eyes that screams, ‘Give me attention, I like your attention.’

And branding touch.

A foot pressed against his own. Heat sinking its terrible warm through the leather of his suedes.

He smiles back, bubbling up, draped in nervousness The truth slipping through easily.
“You’re pretty hard to ignore, Kacchan.”

“How hard?” Katsuki shifts and somehow he’s closer. Close enough to trace the ridges of his scar. Close enough to feel.

Which Izuku does. Reaching a careful hand up to his cheek. Roaming his thumb against the warped skin. The rest of his fingers following the curve there.

“Impossible to ignore.” He whispers, settling down, down, down his cheek, finding his home in the soft parting of the man’s lips.

He wants to kiss him. He needs to kiss him. To feel his body press against him. Share his breath and taste sparks on his tongue. Could Kacchan even do that?

He really wants to find out. He really really wants to find out. Already mapping future quirk analysis pages in his mind. Does his unnatural heat hurt? Would his hands burn his skin?

God, he’s itching already. He needs touched. He needs Kacchan to finally put his hands on him. To caress up his body, to burn him and combust the blood in his veins till all he knows is the word ‘Kacchan’ on his lips.

‘Touch me. Touch me. Touch me. Please touch me.’ Is all he thinks. If he voices it? Would he? Would Katsuki go in without fight?

What are they without fight?

Except when his eyes travel back up to Katsuki’s, his are already closed. Not pushing to fight but instead catching his breath at the finish line. Ending it both in a tie.
What better way to celebrate it than to embrace your competition. Your coach, your teammate. Your… motivation. Your… declaration. Your… Everything.

That man who struggled for years helping to fund a suit just to help Izuku achieve his dream. The boy he can’t help but love through every stage of their lives.

That’s celebration enough, he decides, pulling him closer, barely letting the tips of their noses brush. Watching as Katsuki’s eyes roll open, breathing warmth into the centimeters between them.

‘Do it’ he almost says. ‘Do it for me.’

And as his mouth opens to find the words, his tongue tucking behind his teeth, Katsuki already knows, pressing forward to transfer their breaths.

There’s no sparks. No sizzling up his tongue. But it burns. Soft brushes that prove those muscles aren’t forgotten. They’re mapped out to be teased. To tingle against another pair. Transfer burning touch to the other till they’re both dancing in it.

Then Kacchans tongue brushes his lower lip, searing heat building with the swoop in his stomach.

Yes. Yes. He can get lost in this.

Just as Izuku gets into it, Katsuki is pulling back, scanning the crowd, before slipping up and out of his chair. Leaving him. Leaving him alone.

He’s ruined it. Asked too much, too fast. Read signs that weren’t there.

The only consolation he has is turning away, keeping his eyes down to the bar and the smooth auburn that flows in his glass.

Katsuki left. He left, Izuku had ruined it. He’ll lose his best friend over this. How could he be so stupid. How could he get his hopes up for something so… unrealistic.

What is wrong with him?

What is it about him that makes people like Kacchan run? Every single time.

…
*Katsuki*

He finds Kirishima and Mina right in the middle of the crowd.

“Hey!” Katsuki calls over to the couple only to be barreled into hugs once again.

“Bakubro!” Kirishima calls, clapping Katsuki’s back as they hug. He’s so warm, he can barely breathe. And then Mina’s cheek presses against his-

He can’t keep him waiting too long.

“Hey, listen-” He tries but Mina cuts him off.

“We loved your speech, Blasty. Really, it was my favorite of the night-“

“That’s great, but hey-“ he tries again. They’re so warm and so sweaty. There’s the sweetness of cake in their breaths. Izuku tasted like whiskey…

“You should do shots with us, it’s my wedding day-“ Mina shouted, too loud to be sober.

Fuck, he’s about to do it. He’s going to make an ass of himself and let someone down.

Yes he’s waited his whole life for something like this. And he’s not about to waste it. He steels himself, furrowing his brows in determination. Calling to his friends.

“Hey, I’ve got to go-“

“What?” Eijirous browns upturn. Oh god, it’s the sad shark look.

“I’ve got to go-“ He pushes, peeling their arms off of him,

“But-“ Mina tries, reaching for Katsuki again, her own face looks sad.

“Izuku kissed me, and I’m not going to let this opportunity go-“

Mina immediately brightened, letting out a surprised squeal. “Oh my god! Yes!- go!”

“But-“

They both don’t look upset anymore. or sad. Instead Mina searches the crowd for Izuku, Spotting him at the bar and giving another squeal. Kirishima gives him another hug.

“I’ll get mad at you tomorrow.” Mina winked, pulling her arms up around her husband, drawing him back. Kirishima goes willingly, giving his best man a toothy smile.

“Go, man. We love you.”

He nodded to them, pivoting on his heel, a giddy smile spreading across his face the closer he gets towards the bar- towards a… sad Izuku.

Does he regret it already? How could he regret it? The best kiss Katsuki’s ever had.

Maybe it was only good for him. Cautiously, he meets the bar.

He kissed him. Felt the hitch in his breath, and the stuttering in their lungs. If Izuku doesn’t want it anymore- he’s not going to leave without finding out.

“Are we doing this?”

His shoulders stiffened. He’s an asshole. Izukus sad and he’s thinking with his dick. But.. he was so sure Izuku was at least on the same page with their kiss. Is he really that desperate?

Izukus head turned slowly, wet eyes looking up at him. He can’t seem to stray his eyes too far from Katsuki’s. Searching around his face intently.

“What?”

“Are we doing this?” Katsuki repeated and outstretched a hand. He watched as the smile grew on Izukus face, reaching out tentatively, barely brushing the space between them before he surged out, dragging Izuku along with him. He needed him to know he wanted this. He wanted him. Hell he’d needed him. He’d dreamed practically everything of him.

They stumbled a bit when the front of Izukus foot hit his heel, though their clasped hands kept them upright.

If comets could circle around one another in a endless spiral of light, it would be the two of them. Sizzling fire off each other as their hands interlock, feet picking up their pace to the silver Porche parked out in the lot. Not making it very far until Katsukis back is pressing up against his own car door and Izukus tongue is tracing the seam of his lips till he follows, diving in to slide distracted hands down sides of a cheap dress shirt, down the waist he held back out on the dance floor.

He almost couldn’t believe it.

Almost.

How long had he wanted this? Hoped for a shared moment like this. One diving in to heat and circumstance. Bumping hips until he has to break the steady rhythm, panting against the night, only to have his breath stolen though greedy kisses, biting at lips.

“Fuck, I should have told you sooner.” Katsuki laughs between kisses, Izukus hand has hooked a finger over the body of Katsuki’s tie, zagging it down making it loosen to fall in the middle of his chest.

“Told me-“ Izuku spoke mid kiss, tugging Katsukis bottom lip down with his teeth. “What?”

He didn’t even want to talk anymore. Not after that little move Izuku handled. He wanted to devour him. And mess with that gelled hair that doesn’t look like his Izuku.

So he does. He pulls back enough to get a proper look at him, separating hard gel with his fingers, searching for the Izuku he knows.

He does find him, and it’s only then that he responds. Looking at his curls which have decided to sift every which way on the crown on Izukus head. It builds a giddy laugh in the center of his chest.

“Everything. Would’ve saved us time.”

“Then let’s stop wasting it.”
Izuku smiles back, tugging Katsuki down impatiently, kissing and kissing until bold hands, roam down, grabbing the meat of his rear, pressing forward into him.

“You think we’re wasting time?” Katsuki asks hurriedly between kisses.

“Right now? Yeah. Take your shirt off-“ Izuku laughs, unbuttoning the first buttons of his dress shirt.

He fights his hands off though escaping snickers. “You first.”

“What are you five?” Izuku teases, trying to unbutton at least one more button. Katsuki groans, fighting Izukus hands off of him.

“Izuku, I knew you when we were five. Don’t say that right as you’re about to fuck me.” Katsukis nose wrinkled, dropping his hands, only to slip back up to the nerds waist.

Izuku bounces around. At lost for words for a few long seconds, till erupting into a fit of nervous giggles.
“What? Katsuki no-“

He couldn’t even say his nickname. Not after that. Fuck, they’d come this far. A disbelieving laugh conjures up from his chest.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid dumbass. But he can fix this.

He smiled, tugging him back in by his collar.
“Try again. And don’t say weird shit this time.”

Izukus eyes wandered between Katsuki’s, till slowly stretching into a wide grin. Ducking his head downward, following into recently building nervousness.
“Maybe I should just stop talking then?” He stutters.

“Nope, you’ve got to make this better.” Katsuki grinned, pulling away enough to present what distance Izuku is missing by being a dumbass.

Izuku outwardly cringed, looking up to the stars while he searched for something to say. Something of value. Something hot and hopefully unbearably sexy that Katsuki decides to, yes, fuck him in the backseat of his expensive ass porche.

Which he will. Or… wants to. If he gets the chance he will…. Eventually. At a later day.

There’s levels to where he’s going to go tonight.

“How about I make it feel better instead?” Izuku purred, shoulders rising through the remnants of his anxiousness.

And yes… that did go straight to some overtly happy place right now. One that made him snort, pushing to return Izuku, pressing flush against him.

“Coming on a little strong, don’t you think?” He teased, volleying his head back and forth on its axis, secretly amused.

“Oh god, spare me.” Izuku laughed, fumbling again with the buttons of Katsuki’s shirt, undoing one, then another, only for his hand to stop Izukus decent.

“Don’t undress me in the middle of the parking lot.” Katsuki snorted, hiding a laugh into Izukus shoulder.

“It’s summer, you have to be boiling under all that anyway.” Izuku shrugged, his other hand reaching for Katsuki’s dress shirt once again.

His hand pulled Izukus back again, grin blowing wide, as he rested his head back against the car.
“That’s not going to work.” He laughed lying through his teeth.

“Well I’m not going to wait till we get to your apartment Kacchan.” Izuku mumbled, trailing kisses down his throat.

It felt so good. So good. How has he gone so long without Izuku like this? Twenty six years of his life, almost twenty seven, without knowing real pleasure. The kind that almost wants to give in, to open the back door of his car and get lost in each other back there.

The seats are certainly soft enough. It would be one ride he might not survive…

If this were a one time thing. If he was going to kiss Izuku goodbye afterwards to never see him again.
The car is for those you don’t trust to bring home.

But he wants to bring him home. He wants to sleep beside him and wake up in the morning to the sound of his breathing. He doesn’t want a goodbye. He wants a hello. He wants a ‘see you tomorrow’. He wants a ‘We’ll never go another month without seeing one another ever again.’

Maybe he can bargain to never go a second without Izuku again. That would be really nice. Preferred actually.

He wants this forever. He wants Izuku to know he can stay. He wants him to stay.

“Uh-yes we are.” He hummed, tangling his fingers again in his curls, Izuku hummed in response nibbling down his collarbone.

“Uh, No we’re not.” He pulled from Katsuki with a wet ‘pop’. Hair messy, lips pink from the kissing. “Just hop in, we’ll be quick.”

Quick? In no way in hell will anything like this be quick.
He won’t stand for this being so temporary.

“Hell no.” Katsuki huffed, breaking away from Izuku, rounding around the car. “Get in the passenger side.”

“Kacchan, just get in the back, it’ll be fine.” Izuku huffed.

“No, fuck off.” He huffed, matching Izukus tone.

Izukus frown pulled stubbornly, leveling him with his eyes.

“Kacchan.” he groaned, picking up around the car to keep up with him.

Once he made it, he smiled, a secret kind of smile, proving he’s up to no good. Before reaching for his shirt collar and dragging Katsuki back so they’re chest to chest, “But I need you now.”

Hot. But he won’t be so persuaded.

“And I need to take my time with you,” He scowled in response.

“Take time when I’m naked in your backseat.” Izuku smiled, running his hands beneath the collar, drawing circular sweeps against the bare skin of his traps.

“Izuku-“ He groaned, letting his eyes flutter shamelessly to the nerds touch.

“Now.” Izuku demanded.

It could have taken him to his knees. He even reached for the car door beside him. Before scowling.

That dirty fuckin’ bastard. Izukus not about to win this.

“Fuck off.” He tugs the door open, motioning Izuku into the passanger seat. Pushing the best terse tone he can manage. “I have not waited this long just to spend a few minutes in a backseat, I want your ass in a bed.”

He watched Izukus smiles grow even bigger, if that was even possible. “Settings important to you?”

He shrugged. “Right now, yeah.”

Izuku sighs slowly, before tilting his head to the gesture. Brushing a hand over the top of the door.

“Okay.” Izuku whispered, stepping into the car, immediately reaching for the seatbelt. “Take me home Kacchan.”
…
*Izuku*

They barely made it to the front door.

Tripping over steps to kiss each other. Tugging buttons open, tasting tongues and driving into heated skin.

They were halfway through the doorway when Izuku decided Katsuki had no need for the fly of his slacks to be zipped up.

Or that his belt should be used to hold anything up. He let that dangle while his hand slunk down, stroking slowly. Watching his Kacchans head drop back.

His Kacchan.

His Kacchans eyes fluttering closed while a long sigh falls from his lips. The heat sinking through his skin,molten fire in every jolt. Every stroke.

He could have just sat in the doorway till he watched Katsuki’s brow knit in pleasure. He could take him apart in slow motion. Watch every minuscule twitch in his face. Watch for hours at what he is capable of doing to his Kacchan.

“Izuku.” He groaned, stopping his hand. “I have neighbors.”

“God forbid they see the great Dynamight getting some.” Izuku snorted, peppering kisses down his jaw, rubbing his thumb around teasingly. Dipping just beneath Kacchans waistband, enough to snap it back into place

“You would be into that, freak.” Katsuki laughed which dropped back into a pleased groan as Izukus hand moved, tucking into his boxers.

With a broken groan that transferred into a scandalized scowl, Izuku was tugged into the apartment seconds later. Getting pressed to the inside of the front door. Katsuki’s hands caging him in from either side.

“Oh, you’re in trouble.” Katsuki huffed, fighting a smile.

“How much trouble?” Izuku smiled back, trailing his hand back down his stomach , humming as Katsuki’s eyes fluttered closed again.

“Enough to- Jesus Christ-“ He cursed, grabbing for Izukus wrist. Nerves on fire. “Hands to yourself. Fucking leech.”

“Kacchan.” Izuku laughed giddily. “Are you going to be this difficult all night?”

“Depends.”

“On what?” Izukus asks, watching as Kacchans eyes flick to his lips, then press closer again. Feeling him, really feeling him pressed into his thigh. He presses back, feeling all he could ever dream of. Except, really wanting to get to it. To skip the bedroom and just fuck against the wall. No matter how uncomfortable that may be.

But there is a point to be made here. A big point. One Kacchan sobers up to ask.

“On…if this is a one time occurrence or if you’re spending the night…”

He’d love nothing more than that…

“I have to decide right now?” He asks, and Katsuki tucks his head in again, wreaking havoc upon his neck, dancing light kisses down it. Pushing Izuku into a backwards walk. To where? He’s sure he has a good idea.

“Pretty sure, yeah.”

Izuku grinned, letting Katsuki walk him backwards, guiding him through his apartment. “And the decision is completely mine?”

Katsuki nods, Izukus breath hitches as he’s pressed to his room door, Katsuki’s hand drawing up beside his head.

“What does this have to do with your difficulty level?” He asks, looking up from beneath his lashes, hands already starting to roam again. Katsuki has to pin them back to the door just so he can concentrate.

“It’s got everything to do with it.”

“Everything?”

“Everything.”

“How so?” Izukus head tilts.

“Because I’ll be as difficult as you’d like me to be if I like your answer.” Kacchan slinked closer, breath ghosting over his lips. Izuku can’t help but let his gaze drop, letting out a soft sigh. Letting Katsuki ask- “So, what’s your plans after this?”

He already knew the answer before the car even parked. Before they ever left the reception.

He would stay with Katsuki as long as he’d let him.
If it was up to him, he’d stay the night every night till the rest of forever. Till they die with matching tombstones.

But he doesn’t know what Katsuki wants.

Or maybe… he does. Just doesn’t know what to do with the information or the warmth blossoming like a thousand fireworks in his chest.

“Do you have an extra toothbrush?” He smiled, reaching his arms around, looping his neck, nudged around as Katsuki reached down, twisting the knob, pressing against the door till the two tumbled in.

Greedy mouths found each other again. God, his tongue. His touch, his lips. His breath…

But is he missing a new companion? Does this one come with a ringing bell?

“Where’s Tofu?” He asks between kisses.

There’s a pause for a moment, Kacchan gives him a ‘you’ve got to be fucking kiddding me’ look, before going back to kiss again. “Later”

“Later? Where’s your manners?” Izuku teases.

“Back with my dignity by the front door.” Katsuki snagged Izuku by the collar, pulling them both down to the mattress.

It’s messy at first. Kicking out of shoes. Katsuki accidentally elbows Izukus nose while he tugs out of his dress shirt. Izukus pants gets stuck for a few seconds, Katsuki having to prop him up to tug at them a few times and some quick helping hands later before the slacks could drop to the ground with the rest of the discarded clothes. Despite the embarrassment, both boys laughed through it. Stealing nervous kisses, pressing noses into each others cheeks breathing into the space between them.

He smelt like burnt caramel and the sandalwood of his cologne. Warm and musky with a burning sweetness he wants to lap up with his tongue.

Once the hysterics die down, they’re left laying beside each other, bare chested, in nothing but underwear and socks. It’s come to a turning point.

The point between dreams and reality. Fantasy and truth. And the glaring observation and main question on their minds. What if it’s not as great as they alway pictured? What if the fantasy is just that. Just fantasy.

Something in rose colored glasses, far from getting achieved in the natural world.

“In the car would have been easier.” Izuku whispers, testingly.

Katsuki’s brows pinch.

“Yeah, no. Maybe next time.”

Next time. Theres going to be a next time. If the fantasy is shit, there’s always room for improvement for the next time. Something to strive for. Something to look forward to. Something to compete on.

If Izukus smile could grow any wider it would.

“Okay. Next time…” Izukus whispers, tucking some of Katsuki’s bangs off his forehead.

Katsuki’s hands drew up in response, reaching for his cheeks, pulling him close again. Izuku waits. Letting that original fantasy lead his reality.

Katsuki’s breath lives warm agasint his lips before they touch again. And again. His thumbs cradling his face as he starts this, not with a bang. Not like how he deals with all of his troubles.

But with a gradual build. A snowball rolling down a hill till it becomes an avalanche.

Tongues seeking, hips snapping to roll with one another, sighing against each others air. In time with their hands roaming anywhere they can reach.

It’s Katsuki that breaks the avalanche, siphoning the energy to a single point. Seeking underneath Izukus boxers to properly touch him for the first time.

A long greedy moan followed, rolling to his back, bringing the blonde with him, gathering him up until he caged his body over him.

He hummed, wrapping his hand to the back of his head, dragging Katsuki up till their foreheads matched.

“So how difficult hm?” Katsuki hummed, pressing his thumb around the head, watching in half lidded eyes as Izuku arched from the touch.

“What?” he whispers, lost in it. Drunk on all that is Katsuki Bakugo. Riding the euphoria of his hand stroking his shaft. Nerves sizzling down his arms.

“How difficult do you want me to be?”

He smiled, just as Katsuki twisted his hand, wringing his grip, listening to sharp inhales and bitten sighs.

A loud devastating beep filled the air. One that Kacchan fumbles for, pressing it to silence over his chest, Izuku strings together bubblegum giggles rubbing his hand over Katsuki’s long scar in the middle it.

It’s softer than the rest of his skin. It’s not fresh anymore, though its elasticity seems better than the rest of the epidermis.

Kacchans scowls at his laughs, Pressing Izukus hips down to the bed while Kacchan raises from it.

“Fuck off.” Kacchan huffed.

Izuku laughed again, running a hand sweetly down Kacchans cheek. “No I like it. Is that cause of me?”

Kacchan shrugged, eyes dripping dark, now breathless. “Maybe.”

Izuku smiled, thumbing over Kacchans cheekbone, pulling him back in, just… wanting him close.

“ And if… you’re going to be difficult…” His breath dropped heavy to match. “Go all out.”

Katsuki basically moaned pressing hungry kisses down his chest, then his navel, sending the sound straight to Izukus groin, his hips pressed up to follow it.

Katsuki rewarded that by circling his thumbs around his hips. Continuing his downward assault. God, his tongue…

“Just don’t- oh my god, Kacchan.” He whined, trying to find a rhythm there. The warmth of Katsuki’s mouth sinking down around him, taking him to his throat.

He has to bite back a low pleased sound when he hollows out his cheeks. Over and over in quick succession. Finding Katsuki’s eyes watching with rapt attention. Lips stretched around him, bopping up and down keeping a pleasant pace.

He didn’t go all the way down. Almost over halfway, letting his hands squeeze and lift with every mind numbing motion.

He could have seen god the second Katsuki’s tongue followed with, licking a log stripe upper the underside of his dick, to swirl his tongue around his tip.

He’d only ever pictured this in secret. Small images to help spurn on his hand on some lonely nights.
But this- warm hands, warm tongues and sharp eyes that make his toes curl with every jolt of pleasure.

Fuck. He wasn’t going to last long. Not if Kacchan kept circling him before lowering down to bob his head a good number of times. Each time sinking deeper and deeper. His nose pressing against mossy curls.

“Kacchan-“ He sighed, snapping his hips up with the movement. “I’m not going to last if you-“

The bastard speeds up, Izukus hands sinking almost painfully against Katsuki’s scalp. He hums around him, the dull tinge of pain buzzing in twitterpated circles around the thumping of heat in his chest.

“Shit— shit-“ Izuku gasps, his own movements going wild slowing down to a rapid pace, core tensing till it washes down. Skin buzzing as he winds down from the release. Katsuki’s lips litter the man’s thighs. Sucking and nibbling purple marks into them. The hands that were once around his hips, travel down in cascaded featherlight trails, down his legs, massaging at muscles, mouth continuing its barrage.

“Jeez, Zu, you’re gorgeous.” he whispers, kissing up to his hip. Izukus preens, resting his head back against the pillow, letting his limbs sit lazily. Except for the hand that carded through Katsuki’s hair slowly. Letting Katsuki kiss and suck wherever he’d like.

And gorgeous. Izuku hadn’t ever considered that.

He’s heard cute his entire life. Big round cheeks, a nose full of freckles with large eyes to complete his natural innocent styled cuteness.

Handsome too. His mother called him her handsome boy. Uraraka used it teasingly to greet Izuku. And time perhaps has turned his cute to something more befitting of a handsome title.

But gorgeous.

That was assigned for people like Katsuki. Cover ready right when you rise. Effortless. Easy. Gorgeous.

Katsuki considered him as such. Effortless. Easy. Gorgeous.

And whispered with such conviction it’s hard not to believe it.

With Kacchan fussing over his skin, memorizing it, mapping it. Continuing to love him despite already completing a job well done.
He certainly felt gorgeous right now.

If he was gorgeous. Then Kacchan. Kacchan was perfect. He’d always been perfect to him. Pressing kisses up his chest, to his neck, up and underneath his chin, they finally met. A change shifting between them.

“You’re perfect.” Izuku finds himself whispering, watching as Katsukis brows pinch tighter.

“I’m serious.” He continues, brushing his side slowly up and down drawing up to hold his cheek. Finding it might be his new favorite thing. “I think you’re perfect.”

“I think you’re full of it after getting a happy ending.” Katsuki snickered, pushing up to his elbows to loom over Izuku still, chests pressing together.

His hands roamed up, tracing the curves of his muscles sweetly. Round the curve of his peck, up around his collarbone, around the swell of his shoulder before lifting past his neck, finding purchase around Katsuki’s jaw.

He kisses him again.

He could do that for the next hour really. Kiss katsuki. Feel his warmth, tangle in his taste.

“I’m serious.” Izuku tugs him, working to change their positions. Katsuki goes willingly. “Kacchan, look at you. You’re so beautiful.”

He crawled over him, to tuck his hands beneath his shorts, tugging them down past Katsuki’s ankles. His mouth going dry for a few seconds.

He’s seen Katsuki naked before. They’ve shared a locker room.

It’s just been a while since he’s seen him. And knowing that he can touch him. Something he’d never been able to do before.

“I mean seriously. It’s almost not fair.” Izukus chuckled, crawling up till he’s now straddling Katsuki. Watching his dick twitch everytime Izuku gets close.

He never knew how much Katsuki wanted him. All these years. How much fun they could’ve been having. How many years had he been without his hands mapping up and down his body.

After having it. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to let that go.

He doesn’t want to.

He stroked him slowly, watching Katsuki’s eyes close. He doesn’t want that to go away.

“Keep them open.” He utters, leaning back to rest his weight into one arm.

Katsuki responds with a soft groan, lips parting as Izukus strokes build in confidence.

“That’s right. Just like that.” Katsuki rumbles.

Izuku does that same slow stroke. Watching as Katsuki’s eyes flicker closed again.

“Kacchan. Eyes.” He has to remind, watching as Katsuki’s realizes his mistake. Landing easily on Izuku again.

He watches through the reflection. There’s childhood there. And trauma, joint understanding, a multi year level friendship. Finishing it out with the reflection of carnal desires that lie there.

And love. So much love that heaves on a breath of Katsuki’s inhale.

He loves Kacchan. He always has. And he’ll shout it to the world if he was allowed to.

But love falls in line with concerns of the heart and well as kisses do with sex.

A natural decision. A precise movement to spur on steady thumps between his chest.

He wants to hear those words. He wants that love. He needs that love.

And he wants to hear that from Kacchan. From the boy he loves.

“Tell me you love me.” He mutters, and twists his hand, moving with the jolt of Katsuki’s hips at the motion.

Katsuki is quiet, rocking his hips against where Izukus hand has stilled. He doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t look away. His gaze is heavy, piercing in its force. This is the turning point.

It wasn’t falling into bed for them. It wasn’t getting a chance at touching after so long.

It was the why. Why they want it. Why they’re affected by each other so heavily.
It’s not some chemistry that pulls them tight to the point of obsession. Though they aren’t lacking in that area either.

It’s love. It’s pulls them both, pushing them together into each other.

That concern hits heavy in his heart. He needs to hear Katsuki say it. To admit what dances between them.

“Say that you love me. If you don’t mean it, don’t say it. But if you do, don’t wait around for the perfect moment-“ He sighed, leaning back into him, catching on his hand to look down at him, the air buzzing between them. Anticipation kicking at his heels.

“Is that what you want?” Katsuki whispers. “To be loved?”

“By you? Yes.” he mumbles, stroking up and down slowly, squeezing a few times just to hear his breath peak.

“Even if you don’t. It won’t stop this.” Izuku sighed, giving a light squeeze again. Trying to drive his point home. “So you won’t have to worry about that. I’m staying till morning despite your answer.”

Katsuki sighs through his nose, pulling him closer, just enough to provide some depth. To really be close before he speaks again.

“I love you.”

His stomach does a large swoop and breaths still between them.

It’s everything he’d ever wanted. For Kacchan to love him back. The precipice was teetering, though his balance stays.

“Do you actually mean that?”

He watches as Katsukis throat bobs, shifting in his spot, just enough to pull Izuku closer more comfortably.

“I don’t say stuff like that if I don’t mean it, Izuku.”

His heart thuds, thuds and then soars. Flying on the high, escaping to freedom away from the precipice. Landing on solid ground, pressing into his space. Breathing in Katsuki’s air till they’re sharing it. Delving into each other.

“I mean it. I do.” Katsuki tumbles through their kisses, not letting just his tongue do the talking. “I love you.”

Time suspends again. Keeping their eyes trapped on each other. Red flowing into green. Izuku makes another decision tonight. To be honest. To finally be honest.

When it comes out, It’s as easy as breathing. Well… Kacchan made it easy.

“I love you too.”
izukus grin pulls bright again, kissing Katsuki letting his hand creep through the excitement, squeezing a few times.

“Oh do that again-“ Katsuki sighed, wrapping his arms up around him. “You make me so- ah fuck.”

He hissed though gritted teeth, head dropping back to jutt his hips faster.

He didn’t have to ask for more vocally from him. He just continued, no prompting required.

His Kacchan liked to talk. He just didn’t think it would be mid hand job. But, there’s a first time for everything.

“So good, Izuku. Keep going for me, yeah?” He sighed matching his breath with his fluttering eyelashes.

“Fuck-“ Was all Izuku could respond with. Watching the sight below him. Fifteen year old Izuku, hiding his feelings, his desire, his everything… is pumping the air right now.

If this is a dream, please don’t let him wake up.

“If you want to- how could I complain when— Izuku, your hands-“ Katsuki groaned, cutting himself off mid sentence to jump to his next thought.

Chatty. He watched in rapt delight. As he just kept talking, lost in the waves of pleasure. Waves Izuku was giving.

“Hm?” He prompts. Because he likes this. He likes an honest Katsuki. Someone chatty who can’t get enough of him. “What about them?”

He concludes his sentence by circling the tip, teasing relentlessly. If he still had float, he’d be on the ceiling from Katsuki groans alone.

This could have taken all wielders for good if he wasn’t careful… disastrously, he wouldn’t complain if this was the outcome.

“You know what you’re doing.” Kacchans head ticked back, moving hips in motion with Izuku. He smiled, warming the moment. “It’s- fuck Izuku, it’s hot as hell.”

He could live in this moment for a few more minutes. Watch in slow motion again as Katsuki smiles up and him. To really drink in the beauty of it. Watch the subtle dimples sink into his cheeks to frame a grin of white teeth.

A grin that has him blubbering giddily, pressing kisses into his cheeks until Katsuki pinches his sides. Wriggling off away from his attacks, sitting upright again. Resting his hands on Kacchans chest.

“I really like this.” he answers honestly. “I’m having fun.”

Katsuki snorted. “I’m glad, Zu.”

“I didn’t know it could be this fun.” He confesses again. “It’s like the sex doesn’t even matter.”

Katsuki snorted again. “The fuck do you mean it doesn’t matter?”

“I mean…” Izuku placates, sitting up even more. Settling over the others thighs. “Most times it’s just…fucking, yknow? It’s more fun than that now…I like this with you.”

“So earnest.” Katsuki teases pinching Izukus hips.

“I could repeat some earnest things you’ve said to me tonight, yknow?”

“Fuck you.” He laughed, tugging his head back down into the pillows.

“No, I want to do that.” Izuku grinned, dropping his chin, setting it against the others chest, smiling up at him.

“You want to fuck yourself?” Katsuki snarked.

“No. I want to fuck you.” He finished his sentence with a kiss. Just pressed under his peck.

His gaze traveled, oscillating around Izukus face before he grinned.
“Yeah?”

“Is that okay?” Izuku hummed, rubbing his thumbs into the relaxed muscles between his chest.

“Yeah. More than okay.” Katsuki nodded, settling his hands to rub up his back. Each drag slowly and obsessively sensual. His spine tingled with goosebumps.

Izuku touched down with another kiss, traveling down his chest. Moving down the planes of his body, past his belly button to take him in his mouth. Katsuki groaned, arching up against him.

“Izuku- god, izuku-“ He whined.

Izuku memorized the sound.

“You have lube?”

Katsuki groaned just as Izuku pulled up, along with his hand, settling a careful rhythm.

Katsuki’s eyes fluttered shut for the third time, and this time Izuku didn’t chastise. He’s never seen him like this. Inhibitions released, sighing as Izuku took care of him.

“Izuku-“

“You didn’t answer my question.” Izuku hums, decidedly sinking down to press kisses down his thigh, sinking his teeth into the meat of the skin there. Just enough to hear Katsuki gasp.

“Where do you think it would be?” Katsuki snark bubbling his chest up to a laugh that crests down into a sigh when Izuku circles the plush of his nipple.

He doesn’t want to split from Katsuki. He wants that heat, that constant heat to stay.

His hand takes to searching the nightstand, barely reaching the corner of it through his kisses.

With a huff he nips at Katsuki’s hip.
“Grab it for me. I’m busy.”

Katsuki laughs again, and does follow suit. Opening the drawer, grabbing the orange bottle of lube and passing it to the man sucking purple into his skin.

Izuku took it, squeezed some contents into his fingers and set to action, drawing curving circles against that taut muscle, working slowly as his lips lift to litter his chest. Fuck, he’s so warm.

The kisses turn themselves into nuzzles, feeling heat. Feeling warmth.

He can’t wait to sleep on this tonight. Feel that warmth envelop him. To kiss Kacchan goodnight. To kiss him goodnight, every night, eventually.

It’s a giddy thing. Being in love and being loved in return.

He lets a finger sink down listening to Kacchan hum into him. Sweetly, he lets his finger curl. Milking soft sighs out from his love.

Wow. Izuku, pants against Katsuki’s chest, kisses wild. Drunk in the feel of it. In the feel of him.

He needs to sink into him. To feel his back arch, to take him to his lips, and love him like he’s always dreamed of.

Testingly he’s able to fit another in. It’s tight, and judging by Katsuki’s pinched brows, it’s not pleasant yet. But he moves slowly, sinking in, curving his fingers, then out, stretching them apart to loosen the muscle. Before doing it all again.
He just needs to find…

Katsuki’s breath changes, moving with his ministrations. He’s found it. He moves again pushing into the place. He listens to Katsuki groan.

Before picking his pace up, watching Katsuki’s brow knit not in pain but pleasure, struggling to hold it all together.

“Oh fuck-“ He pants, back arching up to move with Izuku. To let him sink his fingers deeper.

His watches his eyes roll before closing up again, and they start a good rhythm, its melody; the gasps and moans that only his Kacchan can give him. He pushes in closer, letting himself kiss and kiss, traveling his lips across his collarbones. Reveling in the hums he gets in response.

Katsuki’s hands travelled up, tangling his fingers up in Izukus hair, finding his lips place tucked into his temple.

The next bit happens in quiet seconds, Katsukis stomach tightens and his body jerks forward, tightening around Izuku fingers before milky rivets splash up between their chests.

He did that to Katsuki. Izuku can’t help but grin. He got to take Katsuki apart. He made him gasp and- heavens above. He made him finish.

He hasn’t felt this accomplished in a long time. Accomoplished and… sexy. Wonderfully sexy. It’s intoxicating. So much so that he wants to do it all again. Listen to Kacchans groans, make him tremble by whispering filthy things into his ear.

But they have all night for that too.

They sigh together, letting Katsuki catch his breath. Izukus hands travel up his loves sides.

Looking down, he can’t help the soft chuckle that tumbles out at the mess they’ve made.

At the soft curve of Katsuki’s eyes, how round and black his pupils look, blown out like that. Like Izuku made something beautiful for him. Or how his arms slung around his neck heavily, keeping Izuku close to him.

It’s strange how accustomed he’s already getting to it. Like those arms always belonged around him.

In some ways- maybe they have. Wrapped around shoulders as they tumble from the sandbox, Giving hugs goodbye when the playdate was done, Kacchan holding him tight in the hospital after the war-too high on painkillers to worry about how their breaths combine, or the press of their cheeks against one another, sinking in Kacchans warmth…

These are the arms of someone who’s always been in his life. It’s only fitting that he shape that into forever, that he shape that into love.

He figures it’s okay to get used to it. Especially since Kacchans promised to stay, and he’s taken his time to press a trail of kisses down his jaw even in a sloppy, post sex drunk state.

Hes never seen him this sweet. Putty in his hands. Kissing just to kiss. Kissing as a way to thank and draw attention to.
He likes this attention and he’d love nothing more than to get used to it.

And when they wake up in the morning, chasing away the smell of sex off in Katsuki’s shower, he does get used to it.

To kisses on the back of his neck. And a firm hold on his hips. Of heat that seeps instead of singes.

He loves it. He loves this. Wet hair, whispers of love followed by another session where Katsuki takes to worshiping him on his knees, needless of the spray drenching their nakedness.

But the seeping heat stays. It’s stays when they dry off, it stays as they kiss. It stays when he finally meets his toasty little cat, as short tempered as his owner. And it suspends in his mind when Katsuki kisses him, sliding over freshly cut fruit and a helping of pancakes to devour.

This would be his forever.

…
June. One year later.

“Shit. I can’t find my tie.”

Izuku paces back and forth, where’s his cufflinks? And his tie. And his belt.

His mom stepped out to lead the caterers to the kitchens. Leaving Izuku alone to pace his nerves far, far away.

Except for a knock on his door. Quiet, trying not to jolt izukus nerves. Thank god, All Mights here.

He sighs, pulling up his go bag, dropping it onto the couch of the grooms room.

“It’s unlocked!” He called, digging into his bag. Tie, cufflinks. Belt.

The door clicked open, he heard it close and the sudden breath, deepening in its sound.

He doesn’t need to look up to sense who was there. His body felt his presence before Izukus brain did.

He snaps his head up, finding his eye across the room, his fiancé, soon to be husband pressed flat against the door, stars in his eyes. Looking at Izuku like something special. Something amazing. Like he was gorgeous.

“Kacchan.” It was illegal for wedding rules. They were breaking incredible valleys of tradition. Yet… Hes never been happier to see him here.

He sighed slowly, looking Izuku down top to toe then back up again.

“…Hey” Katsuki smiled, that pooling warmth reflecting in their eyes.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” Izuku tried to remind, but Katsuki’s already stepping forward.

“Where’s your tie?”

All Izuku could do was shrug. His Kacchan looked so handsome, Izuku could do without a tie. All that matters now was that they make it down the aisle. Even if it wouldn’t be legal under Japans law. It will be theirs. Their wedding. Their future, with his Kacchan.

“You look…” Katsuki trailed off. “Jeez Izuku- this is happening-“

He couldn’t help the grin, sidling up to the door, fiddling with Katsuki’s own tie, it didn’t need fixed but he did so anyway. Just so he could touch him, just an excuse to get close.

They had such a big discussion over ties a month ago. Katsuki despised them despite knowing how to tie them masterfully. He didn’t like the tightness around his neck, or the way it dangled down. He didn’t even like the shape of it.

They’d argued in the car for almost an hour until passionately kissing and having to travel to the back seat.

Yet here he was. Wearing a pretty white tie, just for him. Because Izuku wanted him too. Because they’re going to match. His smile couldn’t be bigger as he looks up at his soon to be husband, letting his hands shift from the tie to the lapels.

“Why are you sneaking around huh?” Izuku whispered, enjoying in the way Katsuki matches his smile. “Are you wanting to curse us?”

“I wanted to take the risk.” Katsuki hums, lowering his head to match against Izukus. “Also, Shitty hair was pissing me off. He kept crying every time he walked into the grooms room.”

They both snicker, embracing in the moment. Sitting in the glow of the mid morning together.

“Any second thoughts?” Izuku mumbles.

Katsuki face splits into a deep smile, dipping his head down, placing a simple warm kiss against his cheek.

“Once you fix your hair- I think we’ll be just fine.” Katsuki snickers, running his fingers through the still wet gel that holds Izukus hair back.

He rolls his eyes, dropping his head back, preening to the kisses.

“Okay, okay.” Izuku conceded. “Are you… ready? Yknow… for this?”

“Yes and no.”

That… wasn’t really what he wanted to hear. He wanted him to say he’s never been ready for anything more. That Izukus all he’s ever wanted.

“I’m ready to marry you. And to be married to you. I’m just not ready to go the whole thing yet.” Katsuki exhales nervously. His palms sweat where he finds Izukus.

“Too much attention, hotshot?” Izuku asks.

“I wanted to do it on a mountain with just us.” Katsuki’s eyes roll.

Izuku laughed, pressing a lingering kiss above Kacchans collar. They couldn’t get married and be legally recognized. They know that. And a court system wouldn’t do them much good. Katsuki mainly just didn’t want the bells and whistles of it all. He would’ve rather been married at his own agency than a reception hall like this. Though in the end, Izuku won out, having finally found one to Katsuki’s liking enough to book it.

“Poor baby, all our friends and family are here to celebrate us and you’re upset with that?” Izuku plays, hiding a smile behind a faux pout.

“It’s just going to be a long day. Which…” Katsuki sighed again, pressing into Izuku to rest his head into his loves shoulder. “Is why I’m here. It’s quiet over there without you.”

“I missed you too.” Izukus whispers and the two men pull closer, brushing their noses together.

When…finally a knock, actually All Might this time.

“Young Midoriya, you have ten minutes until the ceremony. And we’ve yet to hunt down young Bakugo-“ The smaller man stressed, opening the door to find the two in each other’s arms, barely far from pressed against the door.

He laughed. “Oh- apologies. My boy, I have your tie.”

He held out the white tie to Izuku before slinking back to peek from beyond the door.
“Five minutes you two.”

They listen for a few hilarity inducing seconds, listening to Yagi’s voice down the hall telling how he found young Bakugo, and the boys will be ready in five minutes, reiterating to, probably, a nervous Mitsuki Bakugo, and a even more jittery Kirishima.

At which time, their eyes return to each other. This is happening. They’re getting married. They’ll walk down hand in hand, say quick vows, kiss for all to see, and that will be it. Followed by the luncheon, and reception, clean up, constant talks with people wishing them well. Which is well… just… an additive that makes a wedding a difficult occasion for someone like Katsuki.

With careful hands, Katsuki’s turning up his collar, brushing Izukus jaw playfully with his thumbs taking the chance to tease his Izuku. Using careful hands to wrap the white around his neck, looping it and drawing the silk down. Sitting handsomely on there for all to see. Followed by careful fingers focused on folding back down the collar, to smooth his hands down his loves chest.

All Izuku could do was… watch. Watch this beautiful man. His amazing Kacchan for all he is. For all they’re going to be. For who they’ll grow into together. Heroes side by side for the rest of their lives.

“Kacchan.” He hummed, giddy smile hasn’t dropped in, what felt like, the past ten minutes… “How does it look?”

He tightens, the tie just so, straightening it up in an excuse to touch when you don’t need excuses anymore.

“You look perfect, Izuku.” Katsuki mumbles, his hands coming up to cradle Izukus cheeks, he presses their foreheads together, yet Izuku shifts forward, giving a few lingering kisses.

He sighed, melting into him, melting into his touch, relishing in on this shared moment.

“Ready to go?” Izuku whispered, which Katsuki seals with another kiss. Pulling the door open to drag Izuku and him down the hall, hand in hand.

Two comets in motion, following the same stream.

Notes:

Holy shit. I wanted to finish this in the middle of pride. And here I am a day later.

I needed something with them being happy and in love and freaking it, so here ya go.

Xoxo- be gay! Happy pride!!