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Katsuki walks onto Deku’s apartment landing feeling extremely pissed off. Everything was setting him off, and for some reason it all started with that idiot not showing up to the agency for work today. Conveniently, he also wasn’t responding to any of his messages so Katsuki came to demand an explanation. His annoyance with the situation had stolen his appetite and Katsuki couldn’t even be bothered to get food before he could find out why the shitty nerd was ignoring him. He half expected to find the idiot passed out dead on the ground or bloody in bed. Still the thought didn’t deter him from barging through Deku’s door. Deku’s unlocked door. Typical dumbass Deku.
He doesn’t find an unconscious Deku lying anywhere, bloody or otherwise, but he does find that the bathroom light is on and the shower is running.
“Oi! stupid nerd! Open the fuck up!” he yells, repeatedly slamming his fist on the bathroom door.
“WAH-cchan?!” Izuku’s voice is muffled through the sounds of the shower and he hears something that sounds a lot like shampoo bottles falling into the tub. “What’re- what’re you doing here?!”
“This isn’t 20 questions motherfucker, open this damn door!”
“I-I’m kinda busy!!”
“Does it sound like I give a fuck? Get your ass OUT HERE right now and give me a goddamn EXPLANATION.”
He hears something indistinguishable that sounds suspiciously like a whole lotta muttering and Katsuki fumes . “IF I FIND OUT YOURE SAYING SHIT UNDER YOUR BREATH , YOU DWEEB, IMMA FUCKIN TORCH YOUR DAMN HOUSE WITH YOUR NAKED ASS IN IT. GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!”
There’s a shrill shriek that sounds on the other side of the door and the shower water is instantly shut off. Katsuki hears scrambling noises and what sounds like more things clattering to the floor and the bathroom door is wrenched open. There, presented in front of him, is a sight he had not yet prepared himself to see. His eyes immediately zero in on gorgeously chiseled abs, bronze, and peeking just above a towel that was hastily tied-too low around a thin waist. droplets of water sink in between the curves and contours of Deku’s muscles, and they run down his body in rivulets, giving off the illusion that he was glimmering.
Katsuki gulps.
Izuku shifts awkwardly on his feet and clears his throat, bringing Katsuki’s gaze up to his disconcerted eyes.
Katsuki’s mortified when he realizes that he had just been gawking at Izuku’s bare body like a smitten fucking schoolgirl.
“Uh, can I help you, Kacchan?” Izuku asks, one hand gripping the frame of the door, the other bunching up his towel where it was tied.
“Why the fuck weren’t you at the agency today?” Katsuki blurts. He stares fiercely at Izuku’s eyes, having to physically force himself to keep his own eyes averted from that filthy thirst trap that lingered just within his peripheral vision. Just above his-
Izuku gives him a quizzical look, stepping a foot outside the bathroom. A puddle of stray shower water begins to materialize beneath his feet. “Are you feeling okay, Kacchan?” he asks.
Katsuki’s heart is going a fucking mile a minute.
“Fuckin’ peachy,” he growls, “you gonna answer my question or not?”
Izuku stares at him for another long moment before he answers. “Uh, it’s my day off today.”
Oh , well that fucking explains it.
Izuku looks at him like he’s expecting more.
“Well then why weren’t you answering your damn phone?”
Izuku blinks. “It’s broken Kacchan, I told you this yesterday.” He raises his eyebrow, a silent question in whether or not that was all.
Katsuki stands there, biting his cheeks and blinking away the embarrassment. There’s not even anything he can say to make this look better. “That’s no excuse!” he opts to say, though it definitely doen’t make anything better.
“Okay,” Izuku laughs awkwardly. He shoots Katsuki an amused look, tossing a hand through his hair, completely oblivious to the stretch that it put on his motherfucking abs, “um, well i’m gonna go finish my shower now, but you’re welcome to stay, I guess, since you’re already here.”
“Fuck you!” Katsuki responds, pulling the bathroom door shut so stupid Deku wouldn’t see the red wine blush covering his entire face. It makes his stupid fucking ears tingle.
He hides behind the door for a few moments, until he hears a soft chuckle and the sound of the water running again. And he feels his heart finally start to slow down. Bastard thing had been going so fast , it felt like all his blood was gonna get pumped all inside out.
He traipses back into the kitchen, his hungry stomach complaining for attention after the debacle with his racing heart. He doesn’t know what he fucking expected because the stupid nerd has not a single thing to eat in his fridge, not even any ingredients he could use to whip up an easy meal.
“Fuckin dumbass” Katsuki mutters. He shuts the fridge and doesn’t bother with the pantry, turning around and crossing his arms, thinking about his dilemma. On the counter, he spies a single brownie, half-eaten and set inconspicuously on a neat square of saran wrap.
He wanders over to it, curious. It looked homemade, had Deku baked this? He had heard stories from his old classmates about how good Deku’s baking was back in high school, but Katsuki knew that his cooking left a lot to be desired, so Katsuki had already decided not to bother with it. But now he’s curious. And he wants to taste something that Deku had put his work and effort into. He wants to taste that brownie.
Plus Deku kinda owes him, when he thinks about it.
He has no other second thoughts about plopping the entire brownie into his mouth.
It’s not the best thing he’s ever tasted, but it’s not bad either. There’s a few indistinct flavors that he can’t quite distinguish, a rarity for Katsuki. And it seems like he used coconut oil as a substitute? A lot of it? It also happened to have a very strange aftertaste that he couldn’t quite get off of his tongue, even after swallowing the damn thing, and downing a glass of water. All in all, it was just a decent brownie and he concludes that all his classmates don’t know a single damn thing about good food.
The rest of Deku’s time in the shower, Katsuki finds himself meandering lazily about the apartment, boredly flicking Deku’s tv on and off and flippantly playing with his light switches. It feels like Deku’s been in the shower forever, and Katsuki just wants him to get the fuck out already.
So he could do what? So they could do what?
He hasn’t even thought about that yet and he finds himself trapped in another embarrassing red blush. What is he even supposed to be doing when Deku gets out of the shower? He supposes he can just demand to take the nerd out to get fucking groceries. Since the idiot apparently doesn’t know how to eat .
He doesn’t get the chance to decide before he hears an awkward mumble and an “um, whatcha doing Kacchan?” sound behind him.
He instantly drops his hand and lets go of the switch he was absentmindedly flickering on and off.
“I don’t know,” he blurts, spinning around to see Izuku standing there in a large t-shirt, his green hair dripping wet and pulled back with an all might headband, complete with yellow antlers/bangs/hair wispies, whatever the fuck they were. “you have no food in your house.” he says.
Izuku chuckles and shoots him a dazzling smile, trodding into the kitchen, leaving Katsuki with nothing to do but follow. “Yeah,” he says wistfully, “I’m kinda in between shopping trips right now.” He leans against the counter and turns to face Katsuki. “So you’re off for the rest of the day, right? What were you planning on doing?”
“Just training or some shit, nothing specific,” Katsuki mumbled. What had he been planning on doing? At least after he checked on Deku?
Izuku smiled that damn smile again, and Katsuki couldn’t understand why it was completely disrupting his insides.
It could be indigestion, but Katsuki still hadn’t eaten anything today. Oh except that brownie. But he doesn’t really need much convincing to believe that the brownie was the culprit of the weird fluttering feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Okay brownie’s fault it is.
His awareness is brought back to Deku as the nerd giggles, looking at Katsuki with some sort of amused wonder. He shakes his head, smiling lightly. “Kacchan works so hard,” he says, “You should take a break some time, relax for a bit. That was actually what I was planning to do today. Kick back and-” his eyes widen, as if remembering something important, and he turns to the opposite kitchen counter. His eyes narrow and he points confoundedly at the square of saran wrap that was now home to nothing but a few lonely chocolate crumbs.
“You ate my brownie,” he said, almost perplexed. It wasn’t a question but he sounded more beguiled, than upset?
“Yeah,” Katsuki scowled, “i did, and it tasted fucking terrible. I don’t know what the fuck you put in that shit but-”
“Marijuana.”
“Yeah well whatever the fuck it was, it- .... the fUCK did you SAY?”
Izuku barks out a quick, nervous laugh before dive-bombing behind the island counter for safety. “Kacchan! You can’t get mad at me, you’re the one that ate it!” he yelled desperately.
“YOU FED ME DRUGS!”
“YOU barged into MY house! How was I supposed know you were gonna eat MY edible?! That was supposed to be for ME !”
“YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING NUTRIOUS IN THIS HOUSE AND THE ONE THING I THOUGHT I COULD EAT HAD FUCKING WEED IN IT?!”
“KACCHAN I SWEAR YOU WEREN’T MEANT TO FIND THAT!”
“AND WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH THAT? NOT TELLING ME SHIT LIKE THIS? WHEN THE HELL DID YOU START DOING DRUGS.”
Izuku freezes, his eyes, fluffy hair, and proud all might headband peeking out guiltily from behind the counter. He mumbles something quietly, purposefully avoiding Katsuki’s eyes.
“Oho, speak up , why don’t you, Deku .” Katsuki growls dangerously.
Izuku narrows his eyes. “Since senior year, he says, abandoning his cowering pose and standing to full height.
Katsuki had always been at least a couple inches taller than him but in the second year after they graduated, Deku hit a massive growth spurt and now towered four inches over Katsuki, 6’2” to Katsuki’s 5’11”.
Katsuki growls, annoyed. “You been getting into shit like this for THREE FUCKING YEARS ? Were you ever planning on telling me?”
“Not if you were gonna react like this! Which I knew you were! So I didn’t! You can’t blame me for that!”
“Well I need to blame you for SOMETHING , there’s a fucking POT BROWNIE sitting inside my STOMACH!”
“WELL WHOSE FAULT IS THAT KACCHAN?”
Katsuki drops his head and a devilish expression takes over his face, giving off a real threatening aura. He glares ahead at Deku who actually stumbles backwards in panicked alarm.
“K-Kacchan!” he yelps.
“ Dekuu , I’m gonna fucking kill you.” he snarls dangerously, red eyes glinting like a hungry predator. A very hungry predator.
Izuku is about to scramble back toward protection before he sees Katsuki lifts his hands, popping firecrackers in the middle of Izuku’s kitchen.
“HEY!” Izuku bellows, angrily pointing his finger, “PUT THOSE AWAY, NO EXPLOSIONS INSIDE THE HOUSE!”
“SHITTY DEKU! YOU THINK I CAN HELP IT? YOU THINK I WANNA BE SWEATING THIS MUCH? WHY THE FUCK AM I SWEATING SO MUCH? YOU BETTER TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GONNA HAPPEN TO ME YOU SHITTY BASTARD.”
Izuku stares at Katsuki’s angry and flustered face for a moment before cracking up with laughter, spluttering spittle everywhere.
“THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING FOR, HUH? I’M GONNA MURDER YOUR BITCH ASS!”
Izuku just laughs harder. “Man, this shit’s gonna put you on your ass.” he says elatedly, wiping at his eyes.
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“I was only gonna eat half of that piece. You ate the whole thing. Thats 500mg in your first weed experience.” He chuckles again, green eyes shining. “Good luck Kacchan, you’re gonna need it.”
Katsuki opens his mouth to say something, but Izuku cuts him off before he can even get the words out of his mouth.
“Gonna kill me Kacchan?” Izuku taunts entrancingly, green eyes filled with mischief, “Better settle in then, cuz you’re gonna need a fat nap before you can do much of anything.” He chuckles and leaves the kitchen with an air of overconfidence.
Katsuki wants to follow after him, yell and tell him not to look down on him like that. But for some reason he finds that so funny. His legs practically feel like static right now, but still, its just so fucking funny. Follow Deku . It’s hilarious, with their past and everything and Katsuki just fucking giggles.
Of course he’d follow Deku . Why shouldn’t he? He giggles some more.
Ohhhhhhh shit. Holy shit.
Suddenly, it hits him. And he can’t tell if it’s the realization, or if it’s the edible itself. But everything feels different. And its all so fucking funny. And peaceful ?
“Oi! Deku!” Katsuki calls, his voice light, and lacking its normal bite. Katsuki chuckles heartily at the rhyme. “Get back in here!” he says.
“You come to me Kacchan!” Izuku calls back, laughing from his bedroom.
“You got a fucking death wish?”
“We already talked about this Kacchan! You’re out of commission for the next fifteen hours at least. If anyone’s gonna kill me, it’s not gonna be you.” His laughter doesn’t stop and the melodious sounds travels all the way to the kitchen, echoing off the the hallway walls and reverberating beautifully in Katsuki’s ears.
He decides to laugh too.
Yellow All Might ears, fluffy green hair, and sparking emerald eyes peek out curiously from the bedroom doorway.
And right there, Katsuki is caught in the ecstasy and bliss of Izuku’s beautiful eyes. He sighs.
Deku beams, the corners of his lips spreading wide and free as he nods his head in a welcoming gesture. “C’mon in here, I’ve got funny cat videos on queue next. You’re gonna love this.”
Katsuki nods, giggles again and shakes his head.
Perplexed, Izuku cocks his head, and steps partially out into the hallway from behind the frame. “How bout snacks, Kacchan?” he offers, coaxing Katsuki toward him like he was some sort of scared animal. “I keep some in my room for ~munchies~.” he says breezily.
Katsuki doesn’t feel like a scared animal right now. In fact he feels very elated at the moment. He assumes his legs must be also be elated, if that staticky feeling in his shins meant anything. Could his legs be elated? They felt elated, a lot like putty. And they also felt like they were not gonna move from their position. But the thought of the food that Deku might be able to offer him, even if it did happen to be straight junk, sounds incredibly appealing to both him and his almost empty stomach.
So Katsuki nods, shrugs his shoulders. He opens his mouth too, but he’s already been trying his damndest to keep the laughter at a minimum. His brain is also all sorts of frazzled and part of him fears that he’s gonna start making a complete fool of himself, sputtering nonsense that even he doesn’t understand.
That makes him giggle again.
Izuku seems to find this hilarious and the man emerges completely from his room with a large smile and crinkled eyes. “You can’t move, can you Kacchan?” Izuku asks, traveling across the hallway, looking awfully amused.
Katsuki can’t find it in him to hate the audacious look on Deku’s face. It’s too fucking fond .
He shakes his head as a shit-eating grin instead, plasters itself onto his lips. “I cannot move, Deku.” He responds, and laughs because that’s peak humor and Katsuki doesn’t even know why. It just is .
Deku chuckles, coming closer to Katsuki, his dazzling smile somehow getting impossibly bigger. It looked like it could stretch on for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles.
“I’ll carry you then.” Deku says simply, heedless to the reaction the words stirred inside Katsuki’s stomach.
The blonde refuses to let any evidence of his turmoil show on his face and he squints an eye as Izuku reaches out a hand to him. Katsuki’s immediate response would be to shove him away and vehemently reject the offer, but this other part of him tugs at his ears, whispering ‘why not, why not ’ over and over again.
So Katsuki looks up at Deku, who so diligently seems to be waiting for a refusal.
“Why not?” he hums, shrugging, and there goes Izuku’s angelic smile again, always going so far ahead, racking up miles and miles and miles, impassioning electric emotions entombed deep within Katsuki’s heart.
That smile dances circles around him.
He loves it .
Izuku swoops him up bridal style, one arm underneath the fold of Katsuki’s knees and the other pressing gently into Katsuki’s midsection.
Katsuki jolts at the sudden pressure, tittering as he attempts to pry away the invading digits.
Izuku gasps gleefully. “Kacchan’s ticklish?” he says, eyes alight with mischief, fingers pressing into Katsuki’s skin.
“No!” Katsuki shouts in horror, “I’m not! And I’ll fucking kill you if you try anything!” His fingers grip loosely onto Izuku’s bicep but it doesn’t seem to have any affect. Izuku just smiles and Katsuki’s world goes topsy-turvy. “Stop fucking touching me like that!”
Izuku chuckles, “Sounds to me like Kacchan is ticklish!” He smiles wildly, poking and prodding at Katsuki, taunting him with every placement of his stupid little pointer fingers.
Katsuki squirms in Izuku’s tight grasp, stifling his panicked laughter. “Deku, I swear to god I’ll fucking kill you.” he belts, “No more carrying me! Put me down! I’ll kill you Deku, I swear to god, I’ll fucking kill you!” His instincts are telling him to fuck off and ABANDON SHIP, but they’re hazy and muted and Deku’s chest feels like a goddamn cozy fucking pillow.
Izuku laughs heartily, filling the air with an exuberant sound, and whisking Katsuki away into his bedroom. “Not tonight you won’t,” he murmurs, lips pressing close into Katsuki’s ear.
Katsuki blushes BRIGHT RED and is given just a brief moment of preparation before Izuku digs his bony fingers into Katsuki’s midsection with a fucking vengeance, and all Katsuki can do is fucking shriek .
But Izuku doesn’t let go of him until their laughter is joined into one melodic symphony, the sounds of their gaiety echoing throughout the normally quiet apartment.
He’d never admit it but Katsuki wouldn’t have it any other way.
Well, maybe he’d prefer it if he weren’t high off his motherfucking ass at the current moment.
And maybe it would be better if Deku wanted to do stuff like this with him all the time, instead of feeling obligated to because Katsuki went and ate something he wasn’t supposed to.
Yeah, maybe it would be better if this happened naturally, in a safe fucking environment, with no goddamn drugs to muddle his brain and make him look like a goddamn giggling idiot.
But he supposes that right now, this is good. Maybe even better than good.
“Kacchan, if you’re not traumatized after this, we should do it again sometime.”
“HAH? Who said I was motherfucking TRAUMATIZED?”
No, Katsuki takes it back. This is perfect.
Izuku laughs. “Honestly, I’m probably gonna be the traumatized one, judging by what I think you’re gonna do to me after you come down from your high.”
Katsuki scowls at him. Or well, maybe pouts is a better word.
“I’m still a lil upset that you ate my whole edible, Kacchan, but I guess it’s fine; I think you needed it a lot more than I did.”
“OI, the FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?”
Izuku cackles, and it takes Katsuki a moment, but his cheeks start getting sore and his tummy churns.
That goddamn fucking dazzling smile is much too bright for him. And Izuku’s eyes are exuding such warmth , he could feel the heat transferring to his very bones in that instant.
For some reason, Katsuki’s eyes lock onto Izuku’s lips, watching intensely as they slide back together, facial muscles relaxing, smile fading into a content look.
Then Izuku looks down at him and their eyes meet. Time freezes for just a moment and as he feels himself falling into pools of deep emerald, a serene sigh slips subconsciously from Katsuki’s lips.
Immediately the mood changes and a furious, cherry red blush ravages Izuku’s face. Though maybe cherry isn’t the best word to describe it.
It’s more like… a strawberry .
Katsuki’s eyes dust curiously over Izuku’s bright red face, taking in the dark freckles and the unkempt green hair.
A strawberry… He’s a motherfucking strawberry .
He giggles lightly, lips quirking, eyes dim and dopey. “...Strawberry,” he breathes.
And suddenly he’s being dumped unceremoniously onto the bed while Izuku scrambles frantically out of the room, calling out something incomprehensible before the door is slammed shut and Katsuki is left all alone in Izuku’s room, on Izuku’s bed, mind fuzzy and fuddled, and still reeling from the feeling of the world tilting on its axis.
Man, fuck this edible.