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Then the blonde kissed him.
“Ah!” Izuku woke up with red tinted cheeks. He sat on his bed contemplating his dream.
What even was that? That was definitely Kacchan but…
“You okay Midoriya?” Kirishima knocked on his door.
“Y-yes! I’m fine, don’t worry.” He ran to the door and let out a breath when Kirishima said alright and walked away.
“Oh no. I think I like Kacchan.” Izuku let out a nose which was similar to a dying animal as he moped around and prepared for school.
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“Ready to go?” Uraraka asked him and he nodded.
They also picked up Asui and Todoroki along the way to class. Slowly they chatted and walked towards class and only a couple steps before entering Izuku noticed his shoe was untied so he told the others to go along and he’d be there in a second.
He finished and quickly patted himself down before walking through the door only to stop midway.
His breath hitched as he saw Katsuki with his feet on the desk scrolling through his phone, oh what a sight indeed. A rare sight for him to not be frowning, sure not smiling, but not yelling either.
“-ey Midoriya? Are you sure you’re ok?”
“Yes! I’m fine!” He blurted out.
“You were spacing out.” Kirishima frowned.
“I’m okay, thank you for your concern but I’ve just had something on my mind.” That something being a blonde crush.
“Alright.” Kirishima doesn’t stop frowning but does leave him alone.
Will this be a problem? Will this crush on Kacchan ruin things?
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Katsuki moved around the kitchen like the master chef he called himself, as he made a snack. It was a routine he followed. And because he’s trying to be better friends with the nerd after all their… past, he also shares with him.
Today he’d just make something small but healthy.
Once he finished he found Izuku in his room writing in one of those journals he always carries.
But this journal didn’t look the same as the other 20. Maybe this one was more of a self diary?
Katsuki came up behind him and down to his ear.
“Boo.”
“Ah K-Kacchan!” Izuku was too quick to close his notebook so the other couldn’t read what he had written.
“I made you a snack. You better eat it all.” Katsuki decided not to worry about the new notebook as he handed Izuku a plate and chopsticks.
“Thanks Kacchan. You’re the best.” Izuku was quick to grab the food and eat.
Katsuki watched him for a few seconds before ruffling his hair and leaving. Unbeknownst, leaving Izuku a blushing mess.
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They were holding hands and talking at a café- I AM HERE, I AM HERE, I-
Izuku turns off his alarm and grabs a pillow to scream into. Why’d it have to be a dream? Oh yeah, because Kacchan would never reciprocate such feelings and actually want to do couple-like things with him.
Lately Izuku has been recalling memories and feelings. He can’t help but think maybe he’s been feeling this way for sometime now and the kiss dream (which he hasn’t had since, sadly) was all it took to realize.
He sighs and prepares for the school day.
Izuku won’t deny that he treasures every little thing Katsuki has done to try and revive their friendship regardless of romantic feelings but he can’t help but dream it’s all for more.
“-doriya!”
“Yes Sensei?!” Izuku snapped out of his thoughts as he realized he went on autopilot and was now standing in the doorway staring at Katsuki as Kirishima tried to get through, Izuku will probably be sending him an apology gift for always being there at the wrong time.
“Get to your seat.” Aizawa sighed.
“Of course.” Izuku nervously chuckled as he went to his seat.
Katsuki turned around to face him as he looked confused.
“What’s up with you?”
“Nothing!” Izuku said too fast.
“You sick? You shouldn’t be here if you're sick, idiot. You can get others sick too or yourself hurt.” Katsuki reached over and placed his hand on Izuku’s forehead.
Izuku blushed at the contact but shook his head.
“N-no I’m not sick.” He mumbled.
“Yeah? Well your face is all red. Sure you ain’t lying to me nerd?” Katsuki looked suspiciously at him.
“Kacchan hates liars. I’m not lying.” Izuku argued. Katsuki puffed his chest out slightly before nodding.
“Right, Nerd.” Katsuki quickly turned around and class began.
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Later that day when the class was having a rescue exercise Katsuki had gotten his ankle messed up and had to see Recovery Girl. And by no coincidence, Izuku was also there for reopening another injury.
“I advised you to be careful to a void this.” Recovery Girl frowned as she helped Izuku back up.
“Sorry.” He said.
“I have to get something. I’ll be back in 10 minutes. You can leave but Bakugou stays.” She declared before walking out.
“Is it bad?” Izuku questioned Kacchan who was sitting in one of the beds.
“No.”
“So it doesn't currently hurt?”
“Go away.” Katsuki didn’t even look at him.
Izuku debated it. But he just couldn't do it.
“No.” Now that got Katsuki’s attention.
“What do you mean, no?”
“I won’t go away when you're hurt like this.” Izuku pouted and pulled up a chair to sit next to Katsuki.
“Why?” Katsuki looked back down and crossed his arms.
“Because… I care about you.”
“After everything I’ve done?”
“Yes. You’ve grown up now. You’ve shown me you're not the same from before. You deserve forgiveness too.” Izuku reached out for Katsuki’s hand.
Katsuki squeezed it slightly and Izuku reciprocated the action.
“Hey, Kacchan?” Katsuki responded with a small hum.
“Do you… Do you love me?” Then Izuku realized what he’d said.
“LIKE, PLATONICALLY!” He tried to save himself but Katsuki only chuckled at his attempt.
“I’m no good at this. But I’d be willing to have a relationship if it was with you.” Katsuki looked into his eyes.
“Really?” Izuku began to tear up.
“You’re the first and last thing I think about before bed. You make me food and help me with work-” Izuku was cut off by lips slowly moving with his.
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Later that day when they came back from the infamy holding hands everything made sense to Kirishima who burst out laughing, startling them.