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Katsuki hated the church. Every Sunday his old hag would drag him along and he'd just sit around and wait two hours for the damn thing to end. It was the worst part of his week, every week.
Until the Midoriya's became part of the community. Every Sunday they would be here and as an open gay, he can tell this green-headed church boy is closeted. The stolen glances in Katsuki's direction is enough proof. Every week for the past three months since they became members of the church, the boy would lock eyes with Katsuki and linger a moment too long to be innocent.
And it's quite obvious Katsuki is gay. He doesn’t see the point in hiding his sexuality, especially if a certain guy shows interest because of it. He always wears a new shirt with gay pride on the front and sometimes the back. The whole community resents his taste in clothing but he honestly does not give a flying fuck about their opinions. His parents are supportive in the way that they still love him “no matter what”, but took him to the priest to remove the gay from his being. They did that multiple times before giving up, because Katsuki never even got less gay. He expressed himself with a little attitude that the gay stays.
It was because of that he became an atheist just to spite them that extra bit, but he never told anyone, because they just might think Katsuki is the devil himself.
It was one particular Sunday when the greenheaded boy was standing in a corner drinking tea, when Katsuki approached him.
"Morning, pretty."
The greenheaded boy looks up from his teacup and makes eye contact with Katsuki through his curly bangs. Something in his bright green eyes sparks a flame in Katsuki.
"Morning. What brings you to my corner?" He asks with a uncharacteristically evil smirk compared to all the blinding smiles he's seen these past months.
"Caught you staring at me. Like what you see?" He smirks, leaning an arm against the wall next to his head, almost hiding the boy from any peeking eyes. It's funny to think about what they would do if they found the pure new member talking to the devil's spawn. That'd be something.
"Do you?" He shoots back. And Katsuki feels caught and forces himself to not blush. There might already be a pink tint to his cheeks. And god, yes, he does.
"I do in fact. You've got a pretty face," Katsuki replies.
"That it? A pretty face?" The boy infront of him asks. Definitely not, and Katsuki feels a burst of confidence to tell the boy everything that’s pleasing about him.
"Want me to go into detail?" Katsuki leans close to his ear and brings his voice to a whisper to brush his ear lobe in a seductive way. "About all those freckles I bet are all over, the beautiful curves you sway with each step you take that just makes me-"
The boy interrupts him with a push to his chest and Katsuki wants to look offended, but the deep blush on the boy's cheeks is worth it all.
And it was all true, the boy's waist was thin and his hips widened along with his thighs. The skinny jeans he wears sometimes, do him justice. Katsuki would do anything to be in between those plush thighs. And don't even get him started on the boy's ass. It takes all Katsuki's might to not grab it right now.
He's got a pretty, round face with freckles and captivating orbs. Sometimes Katsuki can glimpse the freckles on the back of his neck and on his shoulders. It depends on what the boy is wearing.
"I think I get it." He says, looking down to the ground, embarrassed. He looks like he's about to drop his teacup, so Katsuki takes it from his hands and to make an impact on him, he takes the last sip of the tea before wanting to put it on the table. But Katsuki regrets it immediately. It was the sweetest cup of tea he has ever had. And the taste is still in his mouth when he walks back to the greenhead.
He's giggling lightly and Katsuki's heart flips. "Don't like my tea?" He asks, one hand covering his mouth, to not seem impolite albeit he’s laughing right at Katsuki’s antics . "It's fucking disgusting," Katsuki says and leans his back against the wall next to the boy, hands in his pockets.
Before he can say anything else, he can spot his parents walking out the double doors, queuing his leave. "I gotta go, see you next week," He says to the boy with a wink and a blush creeps to his face again. Too easy.
When Katsuki's in the car he stays quiet and hides the smirk on his face. This is going to be really interesting and Katsuki's never had a serious relationship before but something about this boy makes him want to be old enough to marry him. Which is actually quite soon, since Katsuki is a few months away from being eighteen.
***
The next day, Katsuki takes only a few steps into UA high school, before his close friend, Eijirou, makes his appearance.
"Dude, you've got a quirk in your step, something good happen?" He says, leaning his elbow on Katsuki's shoulder.
"What the fuck, no. And I'm walking normally." He bites back.
"Dude, you've got a tell. You're a little less slouched. What is it about?"
Katsuki gets the feeling that his redheaded friend is not going to give up until Katsuki gives him something. So he sighs loud and exaggerated and fesses up.
"I met someone yesterday, I guess." He mumbles but Eijirou hears him loud and clear.
"That's so manly, dude!" He exclaims with a slap to his back, causing Katsuki to slightly stumble forward. Katsuki's strong and slim, but this bulk of a man is something else. Katsuki will admit he fell for the redhead for his abs, but he got over it because Eijirou is straight with a girlfriend since middle school.
"Are you serious about him this time?" He asks after Katsuki regains his composure. Yes, he is. But he's not telling this oaf.
"Shut up." He grumbles and walks to his homeroom. He falls back in his designated desk and waits for the teacher to arrive. Their homeroom teacher was always late with the biggest mug of coffee in his hands. The man looks like he just doesn't sleep.
***
The day passed in a blur and so did the rest of the week. Katsuki was buzzing with so much excitement Saturday evening, that he could barely sleep. He did eventually calm down, coming to the conclusion that he can't look like a zombie when he flirts with the boy again. The boy. Katsuki doesn't even know his name.
New mission for tomorrow; get the boy’s name and number. Katsuki is surprised that he eases himself to sleep with the self assured fact that he's going to make the boy his.
Katsuki woke up with determination, and was excited to go to church that Sunday. He kept his excitement to himself in fear that the hag would start taking him to all those get-togethers and functions outside the two hours of his Sundays.
When he walked through the double doors he smiled to himself when he spotted the green curls. He was more than willing to wait those horrible two hours to talk to him again.