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If someone told Katsuki a year ago he'd find himself going to a location repeatedly every damn day in hopes to see them again, he would've laughed in their face. Yet, here he is, scrolling lazily on his phone as he does circles around the library, pretending like he isn't trying to hear any humming or see a mess of emerald green hair nose-deep in a book again.
His essay is far from finished, and he went to go read through the outline once more after he rests in the comfort of his own room.
Do you think people are made for eachother, such as soulmates or 'other halves' ?
It was such a childish topic and he doesn't even remember how he got it, because he texts one of the few people he knows from his class, and she ended up with a completely unrelated prompt. Katsuki's eye twitches when he remembers the deadline; two weeks from now.
He was busy 90% of that time, but it's fine. He has this under control. He'll finish it soon, preferably this week, and focus on the shoots the old hag is forcing him to do. I got this, he thinks to himself. It totally doesn't freak him out how he hasn't even have the thesis finished.
Katsuki keeps strolling around, slow and languid steps to minimize the noise he's causing. When he turns his head to check one more final corner and sees a familiar face flipping through his textbook, looking quite troubled, he almost trips and launches himself forward. Jesus Christ.
He's here, he thinks, surprised. Katsuki temporarily forgets that this library was the closest to campus and one of the only libraries in the rural city, and how he's looked for this face for the past four days.
The boy notices Katsuki's presence, perking up from seeing a familiar face. He waves once more.
Katsuki, in the middle of the area with no bookcases at arms length and standing quite awkwardly, looks around to see if the boy was waving at anyone else. When he realizes it's just him, he waves back timidly. He makes a mental note in his head to yell at himself for how fucking awkward he was.
"Hey, I saw you few days ago." The boy starts, tilting his head slightly down to the chair besides him so Katsuki could sit down with him if he wanted to.
He takes his chance and slowly walks up. "Yeah.. You- um, you go here often?" Katsuki asks, timidness embarrassingly evident in his voice. The boy pays no attention to it though, which Katsuki is grateful for.
"Mhm! I moved here recently, just this year. I go to the university a few blocks from here."
Oh. The..
"..The same university I go to?" Katsuki asks, sitting down finally. He's sitting proper and upright for once.
"Only one in the area." The boy adds with a teasing tone, and Katsuki watches as his smile reach far enough that he could see the boy's gums. He nearly bursts in embarrassment.
"Right. So, your name..?" Katsuki holds his breath.
"Izuku. Izuku Midoriya." Izuku looks over, smiling gently. His eyes flutter up to meet Katsuki's and said boy nearly melted in his seat. This isn't good.
Katsuki can just about slightly smell gardenias, and concludes it's Izuku's cologne.
This really isn't good.
Izuku stares longingly at him before cocking his head to the side, waiting for his name. Katsuki returns it.
"Bakugou. Katsuki."
Izuku's looking at him like he's an angel, but his eyes are unreadable. It makes Katsuki's heart skip a beat.
"So, what are you doing?" Katsuki looks away first, feeling jittery from the few seconds of eyecontact and motions to the textbook Izuku was just looking at. "Psychology. Twelfth edition. It's a lot harder than what I was ready for and my friends suggested I take a gap year, but psychology's pretty competitive so I might as well continue. What's your major?" Izuku turns the question to Katsuki.
"It's.. English. I'm too busy with modelling to change it right now, my schedule's bein' eaten up by photoshoots n' shit so I should've taken a gap year too. English isn't my thing."
Izuku's eyes brighten and Katsuki doesn't know if it was the sun or not. It still takes his breath away.
"English was my second choice! If you ever need help, you could probably find me in this library." Izuku offers kindly and Katsuki feels the sweetness just pouring out of him; it somewhat makes him feel sick, in a way.
"Oh- right, you said you'd be busy.. hmm. Oh! Then, you can just text me." Izuku casually just pulls out his phone and opens his contact up, holding out his phone for Katsuki to fill in his number on his phone. Katsuki can barely ignore how his entire face is burning up. He would've guessed it was innocent if it weren't for the way Izuku wets his own lips with a slow swipe of his tongue after looking down at Katsuki's.
Katsuki doesn't hesitate to punch in his number though, he couldn't miss his chance. He doesn't.
Izuku smiles innocently once Katsuki hands him back his phone, tapping a few times on his screen with his thumbs before aiming the camera at Katsuki with a playful glint in his eyes. He looks at him blankly in return, confused.
"Uh-?" "For research purposes."
Izuku giggles, before showing Katsuki his screen. "Contact info." He clarifies, and Katsuki swallows hard. Right. He sees Izuku's scarred hand and shivers.
It really is the guy from his dream, but how? The details were far too specific in his dream, how could he be exactly the same?
"Guess I gotta do the same, huh? 'Zuku, text me somethin' so I can edit yours too."
Katsuki doesn't miss the way Izuku's eyes widen at the nickname, a pink dusting his cheeks. He fumbles with his phone before he hits send. Katsuki hears the little sound that signifies the text was sent, and looks down at his own screen.
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is this bakugou?
Katsuki nearly smiles, deciding to purse his lips.
maybe.
He hits send and Izuku chuckles once he receives it, shooting an unimpressed look at Katsuki while smiling. It makes Katsuki's stomach flip and he goes to focus on changing Izuku's contact information.
Katsuki types out 'Izu' before deleting it and replacing it to 'dream boy', not realizing the actual meaning and simply just putting it for literal purposes.
He uses the picture he took of Izuku a few days prior as the icon, however Izuku isn't aware.
"Awe, no picture for me? I'll pose pretty if that can get you to change your mind." He says in a sing-song voice, putting up peace signs as if Katsuki was already putting the camera to his face.
"Hah. No, no picture for you now that you've mentioned it. I'll give you one soon, maybe."
Izuku sinks into his chair in defeat, pouting playfully before sitting back upright and leaning back into his textbook. Katsuki watches in fascination as he goes back to studying and he can hear.. mumbling?
"I'm here for a bit longer, you want anything from the café?" Katsuki starts, trying to talk to him more. He wants to apologize for taking up Izuku's time, but Izuku engages in conversation anyways. "I'm alright, is there anything you need help with? For English, I mean. I've got time to spare."
Katsuki thinks about it, ultimately deciding that he didn't need help, he was just stuck. "Nah," He says, shaking his head. "I'll get it done soon. I'm probably going about my essay wrong and it'll click sooner or later." The screen of Katsuki's phone lights up, presumably from a notification and he goes to turn his phone off until he sees the time.
"Six o'clock, huh..."
Izuku looks up, face blank from confusion. "Hm? What about it? Do you need to leave?"
Katsuki's hold on his phone tightens due to frustration; he waited a full year and then some to meet this mystery beach boy, and now he's leaving? Just like that.
"Yeah. It's an important dinner, but they won't tell me what it's about. I might actually js' not attend." He tries to keep the venom in his statement to a minimum, but Izuku easily picks up his bitter mood regarding the event.
"You should still go. Besides, staying with me isn't exactly that entertaining; does the restaurant you're going to have good food?" Izuku closes his textbook and places it neatly in his little bookbag he brought along with him; a bunny and a little hero charm decorates the zipper, Katsuki notices.
Katsuki's mood gets lifted a little bit more.
"It's not bad. The spiciest food they got is barely anything, but it's tolerable." Izuku watches Katsuki intently, like he went from studying psychology to studying Katsuki's face. He tries not to flush.
"That's good, then. You should get going now, hm? See you soon, Kacchan."
The hairs on Katsuki's neck stand almost immediately and surprise flashes his face for the slightest second before he goes to stand up.
"Right, yeah. I'll.. see you around."
As Katsuki gets ready, he turns his phone on and checks his notifications. No texts from Izuku, which doesn't surprise him although the disappointment doesn't fail to seep through his heart ever so slightly. It's only been around half an hour and he's at a library for fuck's sake, Katsuki.
That reminds him.
Kacchan?