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Fuck, what should he do? What should he fucking do?
He saw Deku blushing earlier and his stomach flipped and Katsuki has had to come to the terrifying conclusion that he’s got a crush on Deku. It has to be a crush; Katsuki has never felt this awkward fluttering in his stomach and a flush heating his cheeks like something out of a shitty shojo manga. Yeah, it has to be a crush.
But… fuck, what should he do?
He’s never had a crush (before earlier today, Katsuki was convinced he’s aromantic) and, well, out of everyone, why did it have to be Deku? Why does it have to be the boy he bullied for years?
What the fuck is he meant to do now?
But he has to make a decision; Katsuki can’t just spend the rest of his time at school avoiding Deku and blushing like a dickhead. He either has to never see Deku again, or, more fucking realistically, he needs to talk to Deku about this.
But, fuck, it’s going to be so awkward.
Determined to get this over with, Katsuki tracks Deku down after school (and, no, he didn’t stalk him home). He holds his breath and knocks on the Midoriya household’s front door, and forces an awkward smile just to be polite when Mrs Midoriya opens the door.
She stares at him, and frowns.
“Katsuki,” she says slowly.
Katsuki forces himself to bow, despite feeling like a knob. “Hi.”
“What are you doing here?” Mrs Midoriya asks, and there are obviously thoughts of Deku coming home crying and telling her about what Katsuki did to him racing through her mind.
“I’m here to see Deku,” Katsuki says. “I mean… Izuku.”
“Please leave, Katsuki. I don’t want my Izuku to get hurt again.”
Katsuki wants to scream that he hasn’t bullied Deku for years, but he simply sighs. “Please, just give me a chance. I’m not here to bully him. I just want to… talk.”
“Well, what do you want to talk about?” she says, still so protective of Deku that she appears near tears.
Gritting his teeth, Katsuki sighs again. “It’s private.”
Mrs Midoriya tilts her head, studying him. “After everything my boy has been through, I don’t want him to get upset. So if you want to talk to him, tell me first. Please.”
Katsuki stares at her, and rubs the bridge of his nose. He can’t fucking say it. But if he doesn’t… she won’t let him in.
He takes a deep breath, ears burning with humiliation, and mumbles, “I wanna ask him out, okay.”
Someone gasps. But it’s not Mrs Midoriya.
“Kacchan?”
Deku stands behind his mom, eyes hilariously wide as his hands wring together.
Oh shit.
“You want to ask Izuku out?” Mrs Midoriya says.
“Yeah, I do,” Katsuki mutters. “I’m sorry I was an asshole and I wanna date him and I’m never gonna hurt him again, okay?”
“Kacchan,” Deku says.
Mrs Midoriya smiles. “Okay. You can come in.”