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Izuku has known about his crush on Denki for… a while now.
At the start, it was little more than a fleeting fancy; looks stolen in the locker room before he would turn away, head bowed in shame, blush a seemingly permanent feature for his freckled cheeks.
Then it developed, as Kaminari insisted on befriending him. Not that it was hard . Izuku wasn't going to put up a fight when Kaminari was the one offering. Soon enough, Izuku was daydreaming about running his finger through those golden strands of hair, staring unabashed into those molten golden eyes.
Regardless, his crush on Kaminari led him into interacting frequently with the self-proclaimed Bakusquad. It was hilarious, watching them exist side by side. So many chaotic personalities thrown together and, somehow, it worked.
Izuku found himself becoming fast friends with each of them. Quickly, casual touches were normal. Kirishima would sling an arm around his shoulders and rustle his hair, Mina would jump onto his back for a piggyback ride and Sero would lean against Izuku when he was tired. Bakugou never initiated the contact, but Izuku noticed him gravitating towards Izuku more often than strictly normal.
Izuku, obviously, noticed the change in Kaminari's behaviour when it happened, but he didn't place much stock in it... there would be no point.
It started with Kaminari grabbing him around the waist, and pulling him against his side. Tucking a stray curl behind his ear one time. Looking at his lips for a bit too long during a conversation. And asking to study with Izuku privately a few times a week.
Izuku, of course, agreed easily, ecstatic at the thought of spending more time with his silly little crush.
It was in the hour before one of those scheduled study days when the Bakusquad- minus Kaminari- burst into Izuku's room, fully. Somehow, Mina made a baggy pair of sweatpants look stylish- and she yanked his pajama-clad body from the bed.
" Hey! How'd you know I wasn't naked?" he whined, rolling his eyes as they giggled.
"Nerd, you always sleep with pajamas on. Especially when you know anyone could burst in, at any moment, and yank you out of bed." Bakugou grunted out.
"Like we did! See, this is why being prepared comes in handy, man," Kirishima said, pumping his fist in the air.
"What are you even doing here?" he asked them, slightly confused, but also amused when Mina started rooting through his wardrobe.
She flung some items over her shoulder and onto his bed. He raised his eyebrows at the ensemble.
A black pair of jeans with rips at the knees, an old maroon band t-shirt, and a grey hoodie with dark green sleeves. He couldn't even remember when he had bought it.
"We got sick of the pining," Sero blurted out, shrugging when he received twin glares.
For a second, Izuku's breath caught. It whooshing out as his brain went into cover-up mode.
"W-what do you mean?" His pretense of not knowing caused all of them to just… stare at him, unimpressed.
"Deku, if you're telling me you haven't realised yet, I will not hesitate to punch you," Bakugou threatened, voice low and rough.
Izuku's hands flew up, palms facing out, while he resolutely refused to meet their eyes. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered.
"Sure you don't," Mina shot him a pitying look that made his stomach tighten with embarrassment, then shared a pointed look with the others. "Even if you don't, we know what we've seen. We can't just let the opportunity pass because you are both too damn dense to recognise it."
Izuku tried to process her statement, but was interrupted by Mina grabbing the clothes from the bed and shoving them into his arms. "Get changed. Now ."
Knowing it would be futile to ask any questions, Izuku did as he was told- he waited until they had left the room, Mina promising to have breakfast for him when he was done. Bakugou complained that he would be the one cooking, not her, but she brushed him off easily.
Izuku had to admire her confidence.
He changed into the clothes, glad Mina had the sense to choose something both comfortable and flattering.
He grabbed breakfast with them downstairs, wondering where Kaminari even was . He hadn't seen him at all yet but the others waved him off, assuring him that Kaminari was fine and he shouldn't be concerned.
Izuku shoved it to the back of his mind and enjoyed their time spent together. Soon enough, some of the others wandered down the stairs, and it went without saying that Bakugou laid a plate plate in front of them, grumbling just loud enough for it to be semi-convincing.
Izuku glanced at the clock on the wall and saw it was the time he had said he would meet Kaminari for study. Sero poked him in the arm, gesturing to the elevator and stole Izuku's seat when he vacated it. ' Jerk' he thought, pouting as he looked back.
He walked, lost in thought, and before he knew it, found himself standing in front of Kaminari's door.
You can do this Izuku. You've been doing it for months .
Taking a deep breath, he reached out a fist to knock. The door was pulled open immediately after he rapped his knuckles against the wood- Izuku vaguely wondered if Kaminari had been waiting but dismissed the thought quickly.
"Kaminari, I-"
"Izuku! Hi!"
They stared at each other for a moment, Izuku staring at the other in shock (not the time, brain!) while a blush rapidly crept onto Kaminari's cheeks.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"-No, no, no, it's fine, it's… good… Denki ," he chuckled nervously, shyly.
Kaminari's expression brightened and he grinned down at Izuku.
"Good, because I've wanted to call you that for ages ."
"You have?"
Denki pulled Izuku into the room, shutting the door firmly behind them. He threw himself onto the bed, patting the space beside him for Izuku to take a seat.
"Yeah, of course I have. I thought it was obvious." Denki's voice was a bit higher than normal, his eyes averted from meeting Izuku's.
Izuku got the feeling he wasn't just talking about calling each other by their first names.
"And that was all you wanted to do?" Izuku asked, unable to hide the hope, the sheer want for something to happen from his voice.
Denki's glorious golden eyes shot to his own, considering something. His gaze flicked over his face, searching.
"Well… there are some other things I've been wanting to do," Denki admitted, eyes sparkling with the sunlight pouring into the room.
" Like ?" Izuku prompted, leaning forward, closing the miniscule space between them. He left a few inches between them, leaving the rest up to Denki.
Instead of an answer, Denki closed the remaining space between them, soft lips brushing sweetly against Izuku's. Izuku titled his head somewhat, deepening the kiss.
It was sweet, even as they pulled each other closer, hands roaming through hair and across smooth skin, hesitant and gentle, but growing more confident with every press of their lips together.
" Like that ," Denki whispered.
Izuku silenced him with his lips.