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Izuku shrieks, Katsuki's hands gripping the sides of his squirming boyfriend. His evil grin is barely visible through the tears gathering in Izuku's eyes.
"Kat!!" Izuku wheezes, trying and failing to pry Katsuki's hands off of him, "KAT!! PLEASE. I'M GOING TO THROW UP."
The door slams open.
"BAKUGO." Iida's booming voice stills all movement.
Katsuki slowly removes his hands from Izuku's stomach, eyes wide as he stares down the intruder.
"I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU TWO DON'T GET ALONG, BUT EVERYONE ON THE FLOOR CAN HEAR MIDORIYA'S DISTRESS. PLEASE LEAVE HIS ROOM IMMEDIATELY, OR I WILL BE FORCED TO RETRIEVE AIZAWA-SENSEI." His robotic arms flail around as he yells, eyes narrowed at Katsuki.
"Uh-" Izuku is at a complete loss for words.
"It's alright now, Midoriya. We'll make sure Bakugo leaves you alone from now on." Iida's gaze softens as he directs his attention to Izuku.
He sits up, grabbing Katsuki's arm.
"Ka-" The blond squeezes his thigh, out of view from the prying eyes in the doorway, which have suddenly multiplied as more of their classmates' curiosity gets the better of them.
Izuku shuts his mouth.
Katsuki slinks out of his boyfriend's grip without another word.
Iida steps aside so he can exit. Izuku can't see his face, but he can only assume it has resumed its normal setting in Scowl Mode. The door slams shut.
Izuku likes to tease that one day the blond wake up and won't be able to remove the scowl from his face, but the longer they've been together, the more realistic it seems.
"What are you dipshits looking at?? HUH?" The blond's pissed tone indicates that their peaceful Saturday morning has officially ended.
He rolls his shirt down.
Izuku glares at his thin walls.
Traitors.
"Midoriya!! Good morning!"
Uraraka's shrill voice cuts through the air like a knife. Far too sharp for 6 am.
"Ah! Uraraka! I was just about to go runni-"
"Is that Bakugo's shirt?"
Izuku's blood freezes, along with his movement.
"Uh-" He mumbles elegantly.
"Not like it's actually his shirt, I just mean I see him wearing it a lot. You got the same one?" Izuku's blood sighs in relief and keeps flowing.
"Oh!! Haha, yeah!" He brings a hand up to his boyfriend's shirt and looks down at it like he doesn't stare at the same skull on Katsuki's chest 24/7.
"Dark colors don't suit you, but I like that you're trying new things!!" Uraraka gives him two overly-enthusiastic thumbs up, "I won't hold you any longer, enjoy your run!"
Izuku nods, not really sure how to respond.
He sprints out of the front door and almost right into- oh.
"Took you long enough." Katsuki huffs at him, pulling his arm so he doesn't face plant right into the sidewalk.
Izuku pouts, staring at the ground, "Did you hear all of that?"
His boyfriend looks away.
"I'm gonna assume that's a yes."
Katsuki rolls his eyes and starts running. Izuku gives him a headstart for... reasons.
"You're lucky I own four of those shirts, you'd be dead before you got it all gross and sweaty."
Izuku grins, "Don't be shy, Kat. I know you looooove when I'm all gross. Then we get to take a shower and I'll always g-"
Katsuki grabs the front of his shirt, "You wanna finish that sentence, Izuku?"
Said teen squeaks and shakes his head vigorously. He doesn't feel like dying today.
"I'm just saying," or maybe he does, "I know you like it when I wear your clothes. No shame in that. I love my boyfriend shirt, even though apparently it doesn't suit me." Izuku raises his hands and does air quotes around what Uraraka had said earlier.
Katsuki slows slightly, now even with Izuku.
"Well fuck round face and her opinions. You look good in everything." A rare Baku-Complement makes an appearance. The recipient elects to blush furiously!
"OhmygodKatsuki," Izuku whimpers, covering his burning face with his hands.
"Watch where you're going nerd, I'm not picking your ass off the floor if you fall. Again." Izuku can hear the smirk through his boyfriend's voice.
"Your hair is getting long."
Izuku pauses the twirling one of his curls and looks up at Todoroki.
"It's not a bad thing, I just noticed."
He looks down at his own hand pulls his green spiral straight. Todoroki is right, as per usual. The strand comes to an end just below his shoulder.
"Yeah, I guess I was too busy with finals to notice. It has grown long." Now that he thinks about it, Katsuki had wordlessly dropped a pack of thin headbands on his bed the other week. The kind the blond himself wears sometimes in the summer. It's very attractive. And distracting. Distractingly attractive you could sa-
"It looks nice. I was thinking about growing mine out." Todoroki looks down at his half-eaten ramen. Uninterested in any food that isn't soba and cold.
"I bet that would work in favor of your quirk too! Considering you can produce flames out of any part of your body. But then the hair might be a set back too unless you kept it out of your eyes. Maybe a braid or ponytail, but ice wouldn't work from it either. It would just be for fire in the long run, but it would still look good, but you could pull off most hairstyles. Even if you shaved your hair you could keep warm with your quirk and-" His train of mumbled thoughts halts abruptly when he feels fingers tugging gently at a strand of his hair.
"You're mumbling, Deku." a gruff voice informs him.
"De- Oh! Kacchan!!" It's unnerving how little he hears the childhood nickname anymore. They had agreed to move past that era of their relationship, but for the sake of casual appearances continue to use them around friends. Even if it's sparingly.
"Who else, nerd?" Katsuki rolls his eyes before stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking away.
Todoroki hums.
"He seemed awfully docile."
Izuku flinches at the reminder that Todoroki, in fact, exists in the chair across from him.
"Ah, well, we're about to go on break. I think everyone is excited for our third year." He spits out a reasonable explanation.
He receives a nod and is spared Todoroki's cold gaze when he gets up to throw the remainder of his lunch away.
Izuku slinks down in his chair and feels the back of his head where Katsuki had tugged.
Maybe I don't need to get a haircut.
Izuku just wants to do his homework, it's not a crazy thing to wish for. At least it wouldn't be is he hadn't chosen the living room of all places to do so.
"Midoriya, can I call you Midoriya?" Kaminari flips over the back of the communal couch.
Izuku stares helplessly at the ceiling.
"Kaminari, cut to it. We don't want to waste too much of his time." Kirishima plops himself down on his other side.
"Can I help you?" Izuku resigns and shuts his book, tucking his worksheet inside.
"Actually, yes." Kaminari grins, "Yaomomo and Bakugo are both busy, so we were wondering if you could lend us your Japanese history notes from yesterday? We were absent as you might remember."
"Yes, not in class." Kirishima agrees, nodding fervently.
"Right, away and not participating because we-"
"No, yes. I know what you mean." Izuku holds a hand up, silencing Kaminari. "Come with me, the notes are in my room."
They fist bump behind Izuku's back, probably more noticeably than they think.
Izuku knows they were in class yesterday, which is exactly the reason Yaumomo and Katsuki declined their request for help. But Izuku would really like to finish his homework in peace, so he's going to humor them.
"We really appreciate this, Midoriya," Kirishima speaks up after they exit the elevator, which had been 40 seconds of excruciating silence that Izuku was happy to bask in.
"Yeah." Kaminari agrees.
"Uh-huh," Izuku responds blandly.
They enter Izuku's room, who flips on the light and walks toward his backpack, sorting through it for his notebook.
"WOAH!!" Izuku flinches, "Dude wasn't this statue limited edition?? I knew you were a fan but damn."
Izuku turns around slowly, notebook in hand, and stares at the figure that Kaminari is pointing at. A Silver Age All Might statue, only sold for one day by All Might's official merch vendor. They were sold out within minutes. The cheapest can be found going for 200,000 yen.
"Oh, yeah."
"Dude that's so cool, where'd you get it??" Kirishima stares at the statue with wide eyes.
"Uh, I'm not sure. My boyfriend got it for me."
Shit.
Kaminari and Kirishima turn to him in sync. It's creepy as hell.
"Did- did you say, boyfriend?" Kaminari whispers.
"Uh, well I mean, I didn't, I may have Ummm-" He waves his arms around frantically.
"YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND AND YOU DIDN'T TELL US!! DUDE, WE'RE YOUR BEST FRIENDS!" Kirishima gawks at Izuku as Kaminari continues to harass him.
They are definitely not his best friends, but he's sure as hell not going to mention it.
"Yeah," Izuku sighs, defeated.
"How long?! I can't believe my gaydar didn't go crazy!" Kirishima grins, Kaminari smacks him.
"Your gaydar is a piece of shit, Kiri. But really, how long? We gotta meet him!!"
Izuku sits on the edge of his bed, notebook forgotten in his hand.
No harm in telling them, since I already spilled. Izuku curses himself mentally.
"Three and a half years." He mumbles, not meeting their eyes.
Silence, never a good sign with these two. Always so short-lived.
"HAAAAAAH???" They scream in unison, practically shattering Izuku's eardrums, as well as his will to live.
Someone bangs on the wall, the trio freezes.
"WOULD YOU SHITS KEEP IT DOWN." Katsuki's muffled yell breaks through the air.
Izuku smiles inwardly, even when he's not there his boyfriend is saving his ass. He'll have to thank him later.
"Here are the notes. Give them back to me tomorrow in class."
Kaminari snatches it from his grasp, waving a finger in his face, "Don't think we're done with this conversation, mister. We're gonna need PICTURES. Anyone who manages to snatch you up must be hot as fuck."
Ignoring the implication of the last sentence, Izuku nods.
"Bye Midoriya!! Thanks again! Oh, and what Kami said!" Kirishima winks, then opens the door for the two of them, shoving Kaminari out before he can say anything else. Izuku can only muster a small wave before his door clicks and he crumples onto his comforter.
"I'm screwed."
And screwed, he was.
Cheek kiss.
"Kat." Forehead kiss.
"Kaaaaat..." Nose kiss.
A dull thwack, a muffled groan, Izuku is tossed to the floor.
"What the FUCK is it that you're waking me up at..." Katsuki squints at his clock, "2 am for."
"You didn't have to toss me onto the floor, babe. I just wanted to tell you something." Izuku pouts.
Katsuki glares at him, then rubs his eyes, "You didn't have to hit me with the fuckin' pillow." He yawns, it's adorable. "Well? Fuckin' get on with it."
Izuku plants his gaze at a particularly interesting section of the carpet. He drums his fingers on his knee.
"Damn, that bad huh?"
Izuku opens his mouth before he has the chance to chicken out.
"Kirishima and Kaminari know."
He hears Katsuki's breath hitch.
"How much?"
Izuku looks up at him hesitantly, "Not about you and me exactly, just that I've been dating someone for a while..."
Katsuki flops back down onto the bed, "Jeez that's not too bad, you could've waited until the sun had risen at least."
Izuku wrings his hands together, "Well, uh... they want pictures?"
Katsuki opens his eyes again, staring up at the ceiling.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Well," His eyebrows scrunch together, Izuku stifles a smile, "You could just say you don't have any?"
Izuku frowns at him.
"Yeah yeah, I know, that won't cut it." Katsuki waves the unsaid objection away.
"I know, I messed up," He sulks, curling his knees up to his chest.
Messed up is an understatement. They both agreed telling people wasn't a good idea, especially with the League still on the loose. It's too dangerous.
He was so busy worrying he didn't notice his boyfriend sitting up again.
"'Zuku," Said the boy startles and looks up at the blond.
"Yeah?"
Katsuki looks off to the side, unsure.
"I just- it was naive to think we would keep this secret until... well I don't even know, we get married or some shit."
They both blush furiously at the thought.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. But what do you want to do? We're in our last year at Yuuei."
Katsuki nods, "Well... do you want to tell them?"
Izuku's jaw drops at the suggestion, "Do you?"
The blond's eyes don't meet his, and his shoulders slump as he slides off the bed to sit across from Izuku.
"I- there isn't really another option. I'm not letting those extras think you're dating anyone else." He admits, frowning at the mere idea.
He snorts, "Kat I thought we got you out of the habit of calling our classmates extras."
Katsuki smirks, playfully shoving the other's knee.
"Well, if you're sure. I guess I don't have any objections." Izuku nods, mainly to himself.
It won't be that bad.
Right?
They decided to let it arise naturally. And nature apparently wanted it to happen via the common room floor at 4 am.
"Hey, Mido!! You never did show us the pics of your boyfriend!" Kaminari yells across the floor to where the said boy is leaning up against Ochako's legs on the couch.
Thanks, Kaminari, you always did appreciate the importance of subtlety.
"Yeah, If I didn't know you were dating a boy I'd assume you and Ochako were together!" Kirishima teases playfully, earning a glare from Midoriya and a few eye rolls from Uraraka and her girlfriend.
"Wait, you have a boyfriend!!" Mina's squeal causes Izuku's ears to ring and he's glad for once that Katsuki isn't here because someone would've been annihilated by now.
"Yeah!!" Hagakure pipes up, unicorn pajamas and hair curlers turning to face him, "How come we've never met him!! Are you a new item?"
"No bro they've been together for like... four years now?" Kirishima raises an eyebrow at him.
Him wants to disappear into the floor.
"Uh, yeah that's right." Izuku gulps, waiting for the reaction.
He was not prepared.
"WHAT!" One of the girls screams.
"PICTURES. PICTURES NOW." Someone else yells, everyone's voices blending together in a horrific medley.
Fuck me.
"Uh, guys... I don't know if the yelling is a good idea-" Izuku tries to warn them.
"WHY THE EVER LOVING FUCK ARE YOU D-LIST SHIT EATERS SCREAMING AT 4 IN THE GOD DAMN MORNING."
"Shit." Izuku and the rest of class 3-A whisper together.
"We've awakened the beast," Tokoyami shudders on the window sill.
"I'M WAITING, FUCKERS." Katsuki is practically steaming, his hands curled and crackling, seconds away from combustion.
Izuku, the self-sacrificing idiot in love with the stick of dynamite in the doorway he is, stands.
"Kat, hold on. Please don't blow up our dorm." He clutches the blond's hand, willing his boyfriend to calm down,"You can't be number one if you're in jail for homicide, babe." Izuku's mouth curls in what he hopes is a soothing smile.
Katsuki groans, clenching his jaw and relaxing his hands. He looks at Izuku, eyes soft. Something like affection flashes in his features for a split second before he remembers why he was fuming in the first place.
He points a finger angrily at the rest of the class, who are frozen to their seats.
"If ANY of you dickwads wake me up again, Izuku isn't going to be able to stop me from decorating this building with your corpses."
And with that, Izuku's hand is grabbed and he's promptly escorted upstairs by his gremlin.
Faintly, as they reach the top of the stairs, Izuku hears Jirou bravely speak up in the tense stillness.
"Did... did he just call Bakugo babe?"
Katsuki shakes his head and snorts.
"Idiots."