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It was the week before finals and Izuku was freaking out.
Well, not freaking out in the sense that he was huddled in a corner sobbing – much like what he had seen Mineta do a few days before – but more in the 'I'm going to study for the next two weeks and never sleep again' kind of way.
So far, he was doing pretty good on that never sleeping again part...
Hearing his laptop ping with the sound of a new message through the schools instant message system, Izuku turned towards the sound – and then promptly grimaced when he realized just who decided it would be a great time to interrupt his studying.
KingEXPLOSIONmurder | 12:30 AM |
where te fuck r u??? No on has seen u for 3 fucking daz.
He contemplated not answering for a moment but knew that it would be better just go get it over with.
But that didn't mean he had to answer him seriously.
Dekiru | 12:31 AM |
I have found my new home at the library.
KingEXPLOSIONmurder | 12:33 AM |
the fuck u talkin about?
Dekiru | 12:34 AM |
I have become one with the books. I understand them and they understand me.
KingEXPLOSIONmurder | 12:34 AM |
U smokin shit witout me?
thot we talkd bout thatDekiru | 12:35 AM |
Yeah, we did. And I told you it wasn't going to happen in any way, shape, or form. And you agreed with me!
KingEXPLOSIONmurder | 12:36 AM |
i no, i remember. just chekin.
Dekiru | 12:36 AM |
Kacchan, you're typing really weird... are you even sober?
KingEXPLOSIONmurder | 12:38 AM |
i am moderately functional, fuck you very much.
Dekiru | 12:38 AM |
...I'll take that as a solid no.
KingEXPLOSIONmurder | 12:39 AM |
Deku, where teh fuk r you?
Dekiru | 12:41 AM |
I already told you: I am at the library, where I will be living out the rest of my days.
Or at least until finals are over.
That and I'm pretty positive a ghost has been haunting me for the last couple of days here and wouldn't let me leave even if I wanted to.
Almost within seconds of that last message being sent, Izuku's phone rang loud and clear. Yelping, he quickly answered the phone – if only to stop the racket it was making because he really did not want to be kicked out.
“Hello?”
“Stupid Deku,” the slightly slurred speech of one rather intoxicated Katsuki came through the earpiece, the loud noises of what sounded like a party being thrown filling the background. “There's no such f'ckin' things as ghosts. So you ain't bein' haunted by one.”
“Kacchan, I'm telling you. One minute my book was next to me and then the next it was across the room!” Izuku insisted, letting the phone rest between his cheek and shoulder while reaching for his textbook, his lower lip worrying between his teeth. He really, really hated English. And core classes. “It was creepy. Spooky. Scary, even.”
There was a derisive snort on the other side. “Then why the f'ck didn't you leave? ”
“...Because I didn't want to lose the really good study room.”
“Oh, my God. ”
“Don't judge me!” Izuku cried in embarrassment, feeling his face heat up. He licked his thumb in an attempt to get the stubborn page he just finished reading to turn.“It's in the quietest part of the library and since it's a single one, no one can come bother me here!”
“Do you even sleep anymore, shitty nerd? ”
Rubbing his tired eyes, Izuku really did not want to answer that question. Katsuki was already a ticking time-bomb as it was on a good day. Now that he was most likely shit-faced, it would probably only be worse. “Don't you have a party to get back to? I think I can hear Kaminari yelling something about beer pong over there.”
“Don' avoid the q'stion, Deku. When were you planning on sleeping? ”
“I scheduled a nap in for a week from next Tuesday,” the green-eyed boy grumbled, glaring at the book on his lap. Hadn’t he already read this page…? “I'll sleep when I'm dead.”
There was silence for a moment before Katsuki loudly growled, “Yer a fucking idiot, ” suddenly hanging up the phone.
Izuku stared blankly at his phone for a moment before heaving a deep sigh and placing it back on the table. He knew that if Katsuki was sober enough to remember this in the morning he'd give him an earful the next time he saw him. Their 'friendship', for lack of better term, had gotten better in recent years; Katsuki gave him less scathing remarks and more dry sarcasm if anything. Once they hit high school, the blond seemed to have finally gotten over his mean streak and matured, at least a little bit. It wasn't instantaneous. It didn't even happen within the first year. But he slowly got better.
Even if he was slightly obnoxious while drunk.
Oh, well. At least he'd be able to keep studying now...
Or so he thought until the door was suddenly kicked open by the tall silhouette of his oldest friend.
“Are you clinically insane or just really fucking annoying?”
The green-haired boy just stared up at the taller sophomore, not really comprehending the fact that he just barged into his tiny study room. “I don't know, probably both. As of right now, though, I'm just really surprised you said the word 'clinically' correctly, because you smell like a bar. And how the heck did you get over here so quickly?!”
“You're such an asshole!” Katsuki sneered, shutting the door behind him with a loud click.
“No, really, did you bathe in gin and tonic before you flew over here?” Izuku coughed, waving his hand in front of his face at the smell that suddenly overrode his senses. “You also smell like you rolled in an ashtray... Kacchan, were you smoking again? You know how bad those things are for you... Especially you. When you light things on fire.”
“Shuddup, dickhole,” Katsuki grunted as he plopped himself down onto the small love seat next to Izuku, throwing his arms along the back of the seat as he tilted his head up to stare at the ceiling. “Seriously, the fuck have you been doing? Our asshole suitemates keep askin' me if yer dead or somethin'. Psh, like I know every move you make.”
“Aren't those lyrics to a song or something?”
“Do you always say everything that comes to your fucking mind?”
“I don't know, you tell me,” Izuku mumbled, leaning back – while trying to ignore the warm, warm arm grazing the back of his skull – attempting not to let his eyes fall shut. “But seriously, how did you get here so quickly? I was only off the phone with you for three, four minutes top , before you suddenly smashed the door in. There is no way you'd get here that quickly, even in a car. It's a five minute run from the dorms, but walking – and at this temperature, it's so cold, why are you only wearing a hoodie, you're insane – would take so much longer and -”
He was interrupted as the warm – boiling hot – arm that was just barely hitting his head suddenly moved to practically envelop his neck like a heating pad, hand coming up to cover his mouth. Izuku felt the heat rise to his cheeks as he tried to look over at the blond. Katsuki was definitely more… physical when drunk. This was an entirely new development in his ever-growing knowledge of the blond. Not that he was complaining or anything of the sort. Just because they were closer to being best friends again then they had been in years didn’t change the fact that Katsuki could still be an angry sourpuss half the time.
“You done now?” Katsuki grumbled, glancing at the shorter boy out of the corner of his eye.
Izuku nodded, taking a gasping breath once his friend moved his hand from his face. He pouted a bit as he turned to look at him entirely, trying to ignore the limb still sitting across his shoulders. “Kacchan, that was mean.”
“You woulda kept going for the next ten minutes if I let ya. I'm too tired to fucking listen to that shit for more than ten seconds right now,” Katsuki yawned, emphasizing his point as he dragged Izuku closer to himself, wrapping his arm more firmly around him and burying his fingers into mess green curls.
“Uh... okay, then... anyways!” Izuku flinched as the digits in his hair started to scratch light circles into his scalp, almost instantly relaxing him after he got over the initial shock. Just how much did Katsuki have to drink? He was definitely a lot more... relaxed. “Sounded like there was some crazy party going on back in the suite... Did I miss anything important?”
“Eh,” the blond grunted. “Not really. Purple Ping Pong Head got banned from the common room at one point. Fucking Round-Face and Raccoon Eyes got pissed when they found him spying on them in the damn bathroom.”
“Yeesh,” Izuku frowned, reaching up to rub his eyes. “Glad we don't have that problem with anyone when we use the showers...”
“Speaking of showers, when the fuck did you get the chance to shower while holed up in this tiny air-sucking hole in the wall? 'Cause you don't smell like the fucking garbage bin you should after being locked in here for three fucking days.”
“Uh, well...” he trailed off, scratching his cheek with a sheepish grin. “I'd run over really quickly at, like... four in the morning. That's when I'd stock up on protein bars and energy drinks, too, because I'm sure that question is coming next.”
Katsuki's eyebrow twitched. “So, you're telling me that you've been living off nothing but shit protein bars and caffeine for three days?”
Never one to lie to the blond, and clearly not noticing the vein bulging in his friends face, he cheerily responded, “Yeah, but it's fine! I only have another week to deal with this and then I'll be able to actually sleep agai- Ow, Kacchan! You're pulling my hair!”
“You think you're real fucking funny, don't ya, Deku?”
Izuku blinked up, not quite comprehending what he meant. Either he actually wasn't making any sense or his brain was more tired than he thought. “What did I say? How am I being funny?! Kacchaaaaan .”
Katsuki dislodged himself from the shorter sophomore, most likely pulling out some green curls while doing so. He stumbled over to the door, opening it with more force than really necessary. “Grab yer shit. You're coming back to the dorms with me. I'll meet you at the entrance.”
“But Kaccha-”
“You have two minutes before I come back and throw you ov'r my shoulder. You won't like me then.”
“I don't like you now!”
“Clock is tickin'. I ain’t playing games with you. Get that ass movin'.”
And with that said, he walked out of the room.
Izuku sat there for a hot second, unsure of what he should do. He could try and just ignore him, hope that he wouldn't make due on his threat and would just forget about him.
But at the same time, this was Katsuki he was talking about...
He sighed in despair, already knowing what he had to do.
“Nerd, why the fuck are you shakin’ so much?”
“Cause it's freakin' freezing, that’s why!”
“Weren't you the one just bitchin' 'cause I didn't wear a jacket?”
“Y-yeah, cause I wasn't planning on leaving my nice, w-warm study room! Y-you're the one who dragged me out,” Izuku shivered, bare arms wrapping around his midsection as he tried to keep the heat in.
“Stupid Deku.”
“You're t-the one that's stu-” Izuku cut himself off as warm fabric was draped over his shoulders. Mouth falling open, he reached up to grasp the soft, thick black cotton of his friend's hoodie. “Kacchan...”
“Just shuddup and take it,” Katsuki grumbled, a light blush blooming on his face, stopping to reach up and pull the hood over the green-haired boys head. “And stick your arms in the fuckin' sleeves. I can see your damn skin turning blue from here.”
“But Kacchan, I can't just take this from you-”
“Ugh, do I have to do everything for you?” Katsuki chided, forcefully taking the younger sophomore's limbs and shoving them into sleeves. “Fuck, you feel like an icicle.”
“Of course I do, it's really cold out! How are you so warm?!”
“Genetics,” he snorted, adjusting the hood once more before zipping Izuku in. “Now, come on. I wanna get back to the fuckin' dorms.” He grabbed Izuku's hand, dragging him along behind him on his pursuit for sleep.
Izuku felt his face heat up, freckles darkening as a pretty blush dusted his cheeks.
His hand was warm.
The moment the two entered the suite, hands still clasped tightly, chaos seemed to erupt from every part of the dorm.
“Midoriya~!”
“Bakubro!”
“ Dudes!”
“Deku, you're alive!” Uraraka cried out from her corner of the room, cackling a moment later as she knocked Iida's kart off Rainbow Road with a well aimed turtle shell and bringing him out of first place.
“NO!” Iida cried loudly, falling over dramatically with a whimper. Izuku could only guess that someone 'accidentally' gave him an alcoholic beverage, wincing as he watched the glasses-wearing boy roll around on the floor in despair. “Princess Peach, come back to me!”
“Who let him have alcohol...?” Izuku questioned. “Did someone spike the punch again ?”
Katsuki shrugged, shaking his head as he pulled him along. “Who cares, let's go.”
“Noooo, don’t leave us!” Ashido giggled from her spot on the floor by Shinsou’s head who was, quite comfortably it seemed, lying across one of the couches. She reached up to poke him in the nose. “Heeeey, move over so they can join us!”
“If you think I’m getting off this couch for anything other than a cat, you’re sorely mistaken,” the purple-haired man murmured in response, eyes closed as ignored the pink-haired girl.
“What if I promise to get you one tomorrow?”
Opening his eyes, Shinsou seemed to ponder it over for a minute before shrugging. “I’ll think about it.”
“A-ah, don’t worry about it, Shinsou!” Izuku called out, waving with his free hand in the direction of the older student. “I don’t think we’ll be hanging around anyways.”
“Midoriya, man, where 'ave you beeeeeen?” Kirishima hollered, waving his arm from the floor where a very drunk Kaminari was lying across his lap and swinging a hula hoop in the air.
Izuku didn't even want to ask where that came from.
“Uh, I've just been studying -”
“Yeah, studying Bakugou's ass!”
“Kirishima!” Deku cried out, his face turning as red as a ripe tomato.
“You’re all fucking idiots,” Katsuki shouted over the chaos, rolling his eyes with a sneer as he flipped off his suitemates before tugging the green-haired boy behind him. They made their way out of the common room to the sounds of singing, the shots song starting to be sung by Ashido, Kaminari, and - oddly enough - Iida at the top of their lungs.
“You know, Kacchan, I-I can just go to my own room. I promise I'll go to sleep there,” Izuku stuttered, nervously tapping his fingers together as he hovered by the door.
“Nope.”
After they left their drunk classmates to their own devices, Katsuki pulled Izuku into his room and told him that he, in no uncertain terms, would be sleeping there. Apparently he didn’t think Izuku would actually go to sleep like he told him to do and instead would stay up and study in his room instead; Katsuki thought the best way to combat that would be to have him stay in his room with him.
In his bed.
Izuku was having a mild panic attack.
“But Kacchan -”
“Uh-uh.”
“Come on, Kacchan -”
“Shut the f'ck up, Deku,” Katsuki growled, digging through his chest of drawers for something before letting out a loud 'Ah-ha!' and throwing a pair of sweatpants at Deku's face. “Put those on and lie down. 'm not playing with you right now. I'm tired. You're tired. We're going to fucking sleep. You hearin' me?”
Knowing that at this point he would lose the argument before it really even started, Izuku sighed heavily before heading back towards the door.
“What are you doing?”
The green-eyed boy blinked, turning back towards Katsuki. Narrow crimson eyes watched him closely, as if the older boy was getting ready for him to run. “Uh... going to change in the bathroom...?”
“Why? It's not like we haven't changed in front of each other before,” the blond spat, reaching down to pull his shirt over his head.
“Yeah, but not since we were, what, s-” he choked, feeling the heat rapidly fill his freckled cheeks as a very defined set of abs came directly in view. “-six.”
There was definitely a few differences between a six year old Katsuki and a nineteen year old Katsuki. One of those things being the baby fat that no longer existed. Izuku’s eyes trailed along the defined ridges of muscle, taking in the blond happy trail that traveled beneath his low-hanging jeans.
Well… if he wasn’t blushing before, he certainly was now.
“Are you going to get changed anytime today, genius?”
“Y-yes!” Izuku turned away from the view – those abs, good god – and scrambled to get unchanged and into the pants thrown at him, completely unaware of the pair of hooded eyes watching him. Pulling the drawstring tight, he decided to keep the hoodie on. It was warm, comfortable, and smelled like Katsuki, something always leaving him wanting more.
Plus, having that on would guarantee less skin to skin contact and keep his sanity slightly intact.
He turned hesitantly, feeling almost instant relief – and strangely enough regret – to see the other boy dressed in a singlet and plaid pants. “I'm ready. Should I just...?”
“Just lay down, idiot. I'll get the light.”
Steeling his nerves, he pulled back the covers before crawling underneath, Katsuki’s scent of an open fire and burning sugar overwhelming his senses. He snuggled deeper into the blankets, his back close to the wall as he blinked in the darkness. “Is Kirishima gonna mind that I'm staying here?”
“Yeah right, that idiot has fuckin' Pikachu sleep in here more times than I can count,” Katsuki grumbled, the bed dropping with his weight as he got himself comfortable. “Besides, he's probably going to pass out on the floor out there with everyone else.”
“Kaminari sleeps in here...?”
“Don't fucking ask,” the blond turned over to face Izuku, grunting as he moved closer to him. He seemed intent on breaching Izuku’s personal bubble. “I don't.”
“Kacchan, w-what are you doing?” Izuku questioned nervously, moving back in the bed until his back hit the wall. He felt weird enough being in Katsuki’s bed, something they hadn’t done since they were in kindergarten. He was pretty sure his already fragile, sleep deprived mind wouldn’t be able to handle Katsuki coming any closer - oh my god, what was he doing?
“Shut up and stop moving , idiot,” Katsuki grumbled, grabbing onto him and dragging the smaller boy closer. Even in the darkness, Izuku swore that Katsuki’s eyes were burning. He felt lips brush his own again, soft and pliant and warm.
Wait, what?
Pulling back and almost immediately regretting it, Izuku couldn’t help but question. “Kacchan, what are you…?”
“I can hear you thinking, Deku,” Katsuki murmured against his lips, nose nudging his own, slow moving and gentle. His breath was warm against his face, a hint of cinnamon from his earlier alcohol consumption hitting his senses. “Just… stop thinking.”
So for once, he stopped.
They exchanged soft, lazy kisses, warm and comfortable in the dark room. He wasn’t sure how long they kept coming together - seconds, minutes, hours - but he knew he didn’t want to stop. Izuku could feel the heaviness of sleep falling over him quickly, touches becoming sluggish. He didn’t want to go to sleep - didn’t want this moment to end. Didn’t want to wake up and find out all of this was just a wonderful, blissful dream induced from many sleepless nights.
But the call of sleep was just too much.
Eyes fluttering, fighting to stay awake, Izuku whined low in his throat as the kissing ceased. Chapped lips met his forehead, calloused fingers pushing back messy curls. “Go to sleep, nerd. I’ll be here in the morning.”
Izuku hummed in agreement, nodding his head as he pulled Katsuki in again for one more closed mouth kiss before drifting off into dreamland.
The bright light of the morning sun filtered across Izuku’s face, waking him from deep slumber with a groan.
“Ugh... why is the sun so bright?” Izuku whimpered, throwing a hand up and over his eyes, ignoring the face burrowing farther into his neck. He felt warm. So very, very warm. Almost too warm. The sun was not his friend at that point. “Someone needs to turn it off.”
“It doesn't fucking work like that, you floozy,” the body lying on top of him rumbled, warm nose grazing the underside of his jaw. He felt soft, chapped lips brush his chin, leaving a hot trail behind.
Humming to himself softly, Izuku didn’t even think as he let scarred fingers trail up into blond spikes, gently scratching through soft tufts of hair. He huffed out a laugh as the lips against his neck fluttered at his pulse point, the motion making his skin tingle with shivers.
Blinking open emerald eyes, Izuku relished momentarily in the heavy weight that rested over his chest before trying to grab for his phone on the bedside table. It took him a moment to remember that his phone was still in his backpack, left there last night after he left the library.
The weight on top of him shifted, veridian eyes suddenly peeking up from beneath messy blond locks to look him directly in the eyes. Katsuki gave a half smile, reaching up to ruffle green curls. “‘Morning, nerd.”
“Good morning, Kacch - oh my god, Kacchan ,” Izuku squeaked, his body waking up suddenly as he realized just who was on top of him. He pulled himself out from underneath Katsuki with a squeal, physically throwing himself off the bed and onto the floor. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry oh my god -”
Katsuki went to lean over the bed, raising an eyebrow as he watched the green-eyed boy throw himself into a tizzy. He let him continue for a moment before attempting to interrupt. “Deku -”
“How did this even happen? How are we here ?!”
“Well, it involved alcohol and kissing -”
“You were drunk - it wasn’t consensual! Does this mean I sexually assaulted you?!”
“Are you on drugs , I’m pretty sure I’m the one that fucking kissed you first -”
Izuku froze, face turning pale as he came to his own conclusion. “Oh my freakin’ god , I forced myself on you!”
“You shit head, you did not -”
“- I forced myself on you and now you’re going to murder me -”
“ Hey !” Katsuki interrupted Izuku mid-rant, grabbing and dragging the younger boy back onto the bed with a grunt. “You idiot, I'm the one that was on top of you .”
“A-ah… yeah, you’re right.”
“Of course I’m fucking right. I’m always fucking right. Glad to know you’ve finally come to this realization, you moron,” Katsuki deadpanned, flicking Izuku on the forehead. Reaching over, he dragged him into his lap with no preamble, drawing his face closer to his own. “Now… can I kiss you?”
Face just a shade short of being practically neon scarlet , Izuku stumbled over his words. “I-I just, I mean - Yeah. Yeah, you can.”
Arms circling around Izuku’s waist, the blond pulled him closer before closing in on him again. Their mouths met sweetly, a soft pressure as they molded together. Izuku’s heart beat frantically in his chest, still not coming to terms with just how real this was. That he was actually kissing Katsuki. That they were actually here , in his room , on his bed, kissing .
Katsuki was the first to pull away, smirking as Izuku trailed after his lips. Foreheads touching, he spoke softly. “I don't do anything I don't wanna do, moron. If I didn't want this, I wouldn't have gotten you last night and dragged you back here at ass o'clock in the morning.”
Izuku huffed out a breath, pouting. “It wasn't ' ass o'clock in the morning ', it was barely past midnight.”
“Yeah, but you hadn't slept in three days. You're fucking lucky you didn't pass out in a gutter somewhere.”
“Oh, that's dramatic -”
Katsuki leaned back, tweaking the tip of his nose with a deadpan expression, ignoring his yelp of surprise. “Says the dumbass that was studying in a tiny room for three days when he already knows the material. And anyways, don't change the fucking subject! I'm gonna say this one more time and you're gonna agree with me: I don't do anything I don't wanna do. As much as it fucking physically pains me to say-” and that earned him a ' hey !' from Izuku - “I want this. You . All of it. Got it?”
“I know, but -”
“Exactly. You know. So shut up, get up, and let's go get food before the waffles are all gone again,” he leaned forward, giving him a quick peck on the lips and watching with glee as the green-haired boy flustered slightly before pushing the nerd back onto the bed and out of his lap. “They better not have run out of whip cream like they did last week. I'll be pissed.”
Izuku snorted, stretching with a yawn and showing off his own impressive set of abs. “Never thought you'd have a sweet tooth, Kacchan.”
“I just like the shit because I can hit Kirishima from five feet across the room with it.”
“...Your maturity knows no bounds.”
“I can’t believe you got so drunk last night,” Izuku murmured as he pulled on a clean shirt, this time noticing the wandering eyes of his childhood friend… or was he his boyfriend now? God, they’d really have to figure this out. “How many shots did Kirishima dare you inhale last night? I told you Fireballs were a bad life decision.”
Katsuki scoffed, shaking his head in response as he moved towards Izuku. Grabbing his hoodie off the bed, he pulled Izuku closer to maneuver the other into the warm fabric. “Pfft, I wasn’t that drunk… And it wasn’t that many.”
Izuku rolled his eyes in response, letting Katsuki zip him into the dark clothing like he was a child. It was almost… sweet . Not that he would ever tell Katsuki that and risk pain of pinched cheeks and head slaps. “Kacchan, be real. I can show you the message history. You were three sheets to the wind.”
“I hate you so fucking much, you stupid nerd.”
Izuku snorted, motioning for him to leave the room as he grabbed his keys and wallet, following him out and locking his door behind him. “I don’t know, you sure didn’t act like you hated me last night.”
“Remind me to kill you in your sleep tonight,” Katsuki growled in response, lightly kicking the back of Izuku’s leg.
“That would imply you would be sleeping next to me again,” Izuku grinned, wiggling his fingers as he reached for Katsuki’s hand. “You ready for breakfast?”
Now it was the blonds turn to rolls his eyes, a dusting of pink - that he would absolutely deny - gathering on his cheeks as he laced his fingers with the younger’s. He looked around the hallway almost suspiciously in nature before bending down to place a quick kiss on Izuku’s cheek. He ignored the shorter boy’s stammering reaction, silently smirking as he pulled him down the hall towards the common room. “Fuck yeah, I’m starving. Let’s - holy shit , what the hell did these guys do last night?”
“What do you me - oh. Oh my.”
Sprawled across the room in heaps were their suitemates. Kirishima was curled up beneath the coffee table in only his boxers, Kaminari sucking his thumb next to him and missing a sock. Yaoyorozu and Jirou were back to back on one of the love seats, the other one being occupied by Asui, Ashido, and strangely enough Tokoyami, all piled up on top of each other with Tokoyami making the bottom and Ashido taking the top.
Asui actually looked pretty comfortable in that sandwich.
Iida was half in, half out of the common area kitchenette on the floor and Uraraka was lucky enough to have an entire couch to herself. Shinsou and Todoroki were nowhere to be found, most likely being the smart ones and heading back to their room before it got too chaotic.
And then there was...
Izuku blinked in surprise as he looked up, head tilting curiously to the side. “Well, that's... Uh...”
“Why the fuck is grape-boy taped to the ceiling fan?”