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"We'll be starting the show at 2:00am, Dynamight!"

Katsuki clicked his tongue in response. "This shitass show is a fucking pain."

"Don't be like that, Bakugou! Your listeners love you!" Denki, his co-worker, chimed in, his smile tainted with humor, pissing off the host.

"Well, I don't!" Katsuki lashed out, snarling at the other blonde who just laughed at his reaction. "Why the fuck are those people even awake at this hour?"

At that question, Sero came in and handed them two cups of coffee. "Some people experience the worst anxious thoughts around these hours so it's actually convenient to have this show." He gave Katsuki a pointed look as the guy drank from his cup. "But we all know that you've been aware of that before you even started."

Denki snickered. "He's just complaining for the sake of... complaining."

Katsuki glared at the two before sitting down at his chair. "Zip your goddamn mouth. Am starting." Not wanting to listen to what they had to say, he played the opening theme of the show and greeted the audience with his usual irritated tone (that somehow became his trademark). "Like any other day—or night, whatever the fuck you like—this is Dynamight, the most astounding host who's also very much willing to kick the shit outta anyone who disagrees—"

Izuku's forehead slowly creased, his tears coming to a stop, his sobs becoming quiet.

That was the most aggressive DJ he'd ever encountered.

Was that even allowed? Cursing on air? Maybe it was allowed because it was a late night show?

Izuku was not in the mood to deal with negativity so he stood up to turn the radio off but what the host said next made him stop. "I have no fucking clue about whatever shit y'all are experiencing right now but this is the show's purpose. Rant it out, I could care less but slap you with reality."

The DJ's harsh voice echoed throughout his bathroom and Izuku thought, "His words are surprisingly... okay?"

"Same routine. Will blast a suggested song and you guys prepare your damn script about your personal shits." He paused. "Ugh, seriously I'm not getting paid enough for this shit."

Izuku chuckled, wrapping his All Might blanket around himself, deciding to listen to the rest of the show if it meant being able to distract himself from his anxiety.

And holy god, it did.

Izuku found himself giggling at the first few rants until he got enamored by the host's words.

"WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL, JEREMY?" Dynamight yelled. "You li'l sHi- you were able to keep up with such bastards and you got the damn guts that made you talk to me right now. You're fucking great. Whatever your girlfriend has been feeding you, it's shit." He took a deep breath. "Your worth is not decided by anyone but you."

"Listen, this doesn't miraculously make things better. Miracle—that shit ain't even real. But if no one had ever pushed you, then mark me as the number one, dickhead."

Izuku let out a smile when Jeremy began sobbing. Though, he can't help but wonder why he had an english name.

Jeremy kept saying that it was the first time that someone actually pushed him to do something and didn't drag him down. The radio was filled with thank you's and Izuku couldn't help but feel proud of the stranger.

It felt so relatable and emotional that Izuku started crying and typing his reply under Dynamight's tweet about Jeremy right after the DJ played music for commercial. 

And don't blame him if he accidentally made it a thread. 

He wrote that he loved how validating Dynamight is, admitting that the station made him feel relaxed after having an anxiety breakdown. He was in his dummy account so he was confident to be vulnerable. He also didn't forget to give Jeremy encouragement.

"I'm so proud of you..." Izuku read as he typed, his cheeks hurting from smiling so widely.

Then, he looked up, meeting his reflection in the bathroom's mirror. His curly hair was frazzled and his eyes were swollen from both tears and sleep-deprivation. Despite that, Izuku knew that he looked good with a genuine smile on his face.

He felt at peace.

But it eventually vanished the moment the radio played and Dynamight chuckled as he said, "Hello there, Deku. You got one hella weird name, don't you? You've been chosen as the next ranter by none other than me. Now come on and hit the call button. We got fucktons to talk about."

—

The call ended and Katsuki posted their mandatory tweet about the episode to entertain the audience's thoughts.

"I still can't wrap my head around the fact that it's actually you who hosts in a show that features positivity." Denki teased as soon as he took off his headphones.

Katsuki raised a middle finger. "I've always been good at everything, dunce face."

"Yes, yes, the mighty Bakugou Katsuki."

He was about to sass back when his phone notified him of a reply to this tweet. He guessed that it was from a listener so he immediately clicked it and his eyes widened when he saw a thread. "A whole fucking thread in a short span of time?" he thought before reading it.

It was passionate and sentimental. The person who wrote it seemed eloquent enough to lay out their opinionated comment clearly but it also looked like a messy train of thoughts that were typed quickly. It was also full of compliments that it actually scratched Katsuki's rage for no reason. Had he been his old self prior therapy, he would've blown up at the sudden pour of such a foreign genuinity.

Then, his eyes squinted when he read the line that says, "anxiety".

Deku—the odd name that the stranger had—seemed emotional right at that moment and it explained why he was so moved by him and Jeremy.

And what a coincidence, all kinds of rants are welcome in his show.

Katsuki crossed his arm and turned around, gaining the attention of his co-workers. He raised his phone and pointed at the thread. "Will be talking to this one," he declared.

Sero's eyes widened. "Is- Is that even okay?" he asked, voice hushed, while Denki shouted "GO FOR IT!"

"I'm not asking for permission. I said I will ."

The two exchanged glances and Sero sighed. "Well, as long as it still involves hearing a listener's woes, I guess it's fine," he said which earned a huge smirk from the DJ.

"Damn right," Katsuki grumbled as he turned on his mic. "Hello there, Deku. You got one hella weird name, don't you? You've been chosen as the next ranter by none other than me. Now come on and hit the call button. We got fucktons to talk about," he announced. He was expecting to receive a late call, thinking that Deku was panicking but his phone rang immediately, making his eyebrow raise. He cleared his throat. "That was quick, De—"

"Um, what do you mean I'm the next ranter— ALL MIGHT?! OMYGOSH, ALL MIGHT! He's soaked!" Katsuki's face scrunched, confused why All Might being soaked was suddenly brought up. "I'm sorry, it was, I'm in the bathroom and I didn't notice that the faucet was on. My All Might blanket got wet."

The DJ swore that he could hear him pouting, sobbing even, and it made him more confused until he remembered that the guy was just having a massive breakdown. "Why the hell would you even bring an All Might blanket in your bathroom?" he asked anyway, maintaining the vibe of the show.

Deku giggled and it sounded nothing of a person who just went through anxiety. Katsuki didn't know if it was a mask but it was so pure. It was so pure that he'd decided to make the guy feel better.

"I feel better when I have my blanket."

Katsuki leaned forward. "Why the bathroom, then?

"Oh." Deku paused, then whispered as if no one would hear him. "Is it weird if I say I like the echo of my own sobs?"

The question made Katsuki laugh. "Weird as fuck. Kinda dark too."

"I know, right?!" A sound of shuffling came from the man. There was a squeak so Katsuki guessed that he was sitting in a bathtub. "It's like when people look at themselves in the mirror and smile after crying the whole night. It's hilarious but also sad at the same time. What if it's a method of seeking comfort from one's self like some sort of coping mechanism?" He gasped. "Oh, sorry, I, haha, kinda getting comfortable. Anyway, I called to ask if maybe... you got the wrong Deku?"

Katsuki scoffed. "You do know that your question sounded like people calling a number and asking the receiver why they called, right?" Then, he inhaled deeply. "Saw your thread. Got some nice takes about the episode. But that one part caught my attention. The show talks about shit but yours also seems like relevant shit." 

There was a short silence before Deku answered with a small voice, "Are you sure..?"

"Might as well get paid for a relevant topic, y'know?" Katsuki joked and didn't fail to gain another bubbly laugh.

"Okay, where do I start?"

Katsuki played with the keyboard as he swung his chair gently. "Wherever you want, Deku," he answered calmly and flinched when a hum vibrated throughout his headphones.

Deku started with a stuttering breath and a soft "I got anxiety."

"Oh yeah?" Katsuki responded.

"Uhh, off topic but you really have a good voice," Deku sputtered which made him snort.

"So I've been told."

"Okay, okay."

There was a deep intake of breath and it reminded Katsuki that Deku didn't call out of wanting to vent out. He clicked his tongue. "The show can fuck off if you want, y'know? I don't force people to—"

But Deku immediately cut him off, "No, no, it's fine!"

"Yah sure? Like sure as fuck?"

"Sure as fuck," the listener copied.

"Go on, then." Katsuki turned off his mic for a while and saw Denki staring at him like he did the most impossible thing that was ever made in history.

"Bro, where's the trademark, why are you suddenly soft???" Denki asked.

Now that he said it, he actually sounded like that but Katsuki wouldn't want to admit it. "SHUT THE FUCK UP."

"Oh, is this not how you usually talk to listeners?" Katsuki jolted at the sound of Deku's voice. He was certain that the mic was off! 

"No. Don't let it get to your head, shitnerd. Now, come on and fuck out the words outta your mouth."

"Wow, so fake," Denki commented quietly.

Maybe it was because Deku sounded so gentle that made Katsuki go easy on him. Personally, he used to feel upset when someone went soft on him when he was being vulnerable but knowing better than that, he knew he needed to at least sound assuring to someone who's being anxious.

"I think I might've accidentally offended someone?" Deku started and the DJ nodded his head even though they couldn't see each other. "It's kinda silly, really, I just, I've had a talk with my friend in our room. They asked me why I am nice?"

"Are you?" Katsuki teased.

Deku laughed, "I beg to disagree!" Then, he continued, "We were in a room so people heard my answer when I said that I wasn't nice all the time... That there's also times when I want to fuck things up! Thay despite that, I still try to be nice."

"Now onto the fucking climax, Deku."

"So impatient, Dynamight."

"That's 'nice'?"

"Didn't hurt you so it is."

"Not hurting someone physically is the only nice thing to you? Huh. Noting that down so I could testify when you commit a damn crime."

"Hey!"

"Am kidding. Keep going," Katsuki reassured, wanting the listener to be more comfortable with him.

"Uhm, after that, I heard someone talk- I'm not actually sure if it was about me, but it sounded like it..."

Katsuki felt himself getting angry and he didn't know why.

"They said they hated people who fake being nice. That it disgusts them." Deku's voice became shaky. "I think they misunderstood. What I meant was I try to be nice despite being troubled. That I don't want to hurt other people because I'm hurt."

Then silence.

A sob tore that silence.

"But even though I know that they probably misunderstood, I can't help but think 'what if they didn't'? But I'm not sure if it was me they're talking about? It's such a small thing, I feel so stupid for overthinking and questioning my own intention."

If Katsuki hadn't changed, he would've dismissed this as something that wasn't important, but he knew how much the smallest thought can devour an anxious person. 

He knew.

"O-kay," the DJ breathed, gaining his lost composure. "First of all, what the fuck."

Deku sniffed. "Yeah, what the fuck."

"No. The what the fuck is for their part," Katsuki corrected, knowin that the other was thinking of the opposite. "Would they rather have you not be nice and choke someone, specifically and preferably them, out of spite?"

The listener snorted despite his tears. "That's the point! I can but I won't! I don't know why they think trying to be nice is wrong," he whined.

Katsuki shook his head, grinning. "To be fair, everyone can be a not fucking nice person. Even you can chop their limbs off without batting an eye."

"I can't!" Deku shot down.

"You can," Katsuki retorted. "But like you said, you won't . It's a matter of doing it or not. It's a matter of choosing between being fucked up to fuck up people or being fucked up and wanting to heal."

Deku became silent.

"So, tell me, Deku. Would you love to hurt them for making you paranoid?" Katsuki stared at the screen of his computer like he totally would if Deku was in front of him.

"...kind of."

"But will you?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because it's first and foremost, morally wrong."

"And...?" Katsuki urged, knowing that there's more to it.

"There's also a possibility that they weren't talking about me and the problem actually lies in me this time."

Katsuki narrowed his eyes. "Right but sounded wrong." He grabbed his bottle and drank.

"Wait, are you seriously drinking water right now? I can hear you gulping." Izuku asked.

"Fuck off. I need to be hydrated to berate you about your self-doubt and hatred," Katsuki snapped, drinking again.

"It's weird hearing your ug-ug-ug."

"LET ME DRINK FUCKING PEACEFULLY." After finishing his last gulp, he wiped his lips with his hand. "Onto your situation."

"Yes, sir dynamight."

"Shut up," Katsuki growled out. "You're right about the fact that you might actually be wrong about the whole thing. Those feelings are damn valid and I can and I will break someone's bones if they tell you otherwise." He pursed his lips. "But you see, Deku, we can't always make ourselves suffer from the things that are out of our hands.

"If someone doesn't like us in some way, we can't just spend our fucking lifetime brooding over that instead of liking the way we're currently living. It's pathetic to spend your time thinking of hating someone and how much you want them to shit themselves out of their existence and it's pathetic how you do that to yourself." He stopped, checking if Deku's still there. "You still alive?"

"Y-Yeah, those were kinda harsh, but- yeah, I think it's working..?" His voice was unsure, but there was a lighter tone in it so Katsuki proceeded.

"It better be," Katsuki replied sternly. "Despite that, I know that even if you know that, it'll still be hard as fuck. Miracles are non-existent. You don't change overnight. So, let's start with the easiest way we can."

"E-Easiest way?"

"Like talk to me," Katsuki answered calmly. Too calmly.

Everyone in the studio turned to him, their eyes bearing suspicion and it took Katsuki a second before he realized how it sounded. "S-Shit, I meant to talk to someone who's not going to tolerate that dumbness in a good damn way!" He corrected but too late, the damage was done. The whole crew was now watching every one of his moves but that didn't matter.

"Deku, holy fuck, you there?" he tapped his mic multiple times, thinking that the call might've gotten cut off until a small hitch of breath got caught from the other end of the line.

"Uhm, hi, dynamight-san," the voice greeted meekly.

The DJ sighed in relief. "Oh damn, you're still there."

"IactuallythinkIhavetogo?"

Deku spoke too fast and he sounded like he was in a hurry, making Katsuki crease his forehead. "What?!"

And the call ended.

—

Izuku... Well, Izuku stared at his phone, regretting his whole body, soul, and existence. He didn't mean to end the call, his body moved on his own and it's not to save someone—it was to save himself.

He clenched his chest, confused at the sudden burst of emotions. He puffed his cheek, intent on classifying what he's feeling. Based on the podcast he listened to the other day, one of the best ways to deal with your emotions is to identify them.

First, he's happy. He's happy that he felt validated and it was the most decent advice he'd ever received.

Next, he's overwhelmed because he's happy and being giddy feels too much after breaking down for hours. It's strange.

Lastly, whatthefiswiththatvoiceseriously? He did his best to maintain his cool while talking to Dynamight and he already complimented his voice, but was it really necessary to say the last line with that morning-after-rough-sex voice?

It was silly, he knew. So, he clicked the call button again but before it could even ring, his thumb moved at a rapid speed, immediately ending the call. He slapped his forehead. "Sorry, Dynamight-san, it's not a matter of will anymore. It's a matter of being physically incapable to dial the station," he muttered then groaned to his blanket.

Now, he has another memory to add to his queue of things to be anxious about for the next few days.

Izuku contemplated the whole talk, thinking about what the DJ said over and over again until he fell asleep. He thought about it non-stop until it was over a week.

"IT'S OVER A WEEK?!" He gasped out loud, not noticing the days that had passed. Izuku had no sense of time, especially when he's mulling over something.

"Midoriya-kun." Izuku snapped out of his trance when Tenya called him. "Are you and Uraraka-kun still not okay?"

"Oh." Izuku almost forgot about his friend's confession, his concentration was fixated on the radio show.

It happened yesterday and Izuku had rejected the girl. He liked her as a friend but Izuku knew that there's a risk of hurting her if he dated her, even if it's just to try. But now that he's reminded of it, he could feel the guilt bubbling in him. He got home with that weight in his mind and if he believed in destiny, he would've thought that it was his fate to hear the opening theme of Dynamight's show right when he's stressing about another thing.

"Okay," Izuku sighed. He lifted his phone, his eyes narrowing at the number. "I should- oops."

Ring.

And the receiver picked up quickly that Izuku had no chance to gather his thoughts or even take a deep breath.

"Deku," Dynamight uttered as soon as the call connected and Izuku swallowed what seemed to be his guts hardly.

"H-Hi, Dynamight-san!" he greeted back.

There were muffled noises in the radio's line and Izuku was able to make out words from another person: "Deku?! As in the guy from last week?! Hooray! Sero, he called again!"

A scream followed next, "Motherfu— HAND ME THE MIC!"

Then, the muffled voice became clearer, making Izuku back away from his phone. "Hi, Deku, I don't know why you had to leave last time but I just wanna say that Dynamight missed you—"

"WE'RE ON AIR!"

"IT'S 2AM, SERO, LOYAL LISTENERS WILL LET THIS PASS!"

"Goddammit— GET THE FUCK OUT, SHITHEAD!"

"And the shithead exits…"

Izuku blinked, processing what just happened. It seemed like Dynamight was waiting for him..?

"Deku."

"Mighty god!" He touched his heaving chest. "You startled me!"

There was silence then the sound of someone clearing their throat. "What made you call now?" The DJ sounded rude but Izuku knew that he actually wanted to know.

Izuku rolled on his stomach and rested his chin on his soft pillow. "I'm sorry for ending the call last time, I kind of got overwhelmed..." His voice faded with uncertainty. He wasn't lying, though.

A hum of acknowledgement came from Dynamight and he answered with, "Thought you felt awkward or anxious."

"N-No, I'm good!" Izuku said, his lips curling into a small smile at the thought of the host being concerned.

"So, you're not in your bathroom anymore?" Dynamight asked. "No breakdown this time?"

Izuku threw his head back as he laughed. "No, no. No breakdown this time."

A chuckle came from the DJ. "What the fuck are you here for, then? I don't accept calls from perfectly sane dumbasses."

"That's mean!"

" I am mean."

Izuku pouted at that. Then, moments later, he decided to open up because Dynamight was right, the show is all about the listener's problems and luckily, Izuku had buckets. "Alright, hmm, I got a friend."

"Good thing it's not anxiety this time."

"Dynamight-san!"

"Proceed, Deku," the DJ assured.

Izuku ran his hand through his hair. "They confessed to me." He paused, waiting for the host's comment but got none. "Dynamight?"

"Oh- still here," the man replied, sounding strange and there was the ug-ug-ug again, making Izuku roll his eyes.

"You always pick the wrong time to drink water," he pointed out.

"There is no wrong time for me washing away the dirt from my system that was caused by your rants," the host snarked.

Izuku faked a hurt sound. "Aw."

Dynamight instantly took it back, "Didn't mean that one."

"I know," Izuku chuckled and received a silent curse from the host. "As I was saying, they confessed to me."

"Hmm?"

"And... I'm kind of—"

"'Kind of' means 'absolutely' in my dictionary."

Izuku raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Dynamight-san, why do you keep interrupting me?"

The man suddenly became quiet and Izuku began worrying if he crossed the line until Dynamight responded, "Huh, you had one session with me and now you grew guts to talk back?" he taunted. "Anyway, come on and spit it out already."

"You're the one who keeps cutting me off!"

"I FUCKING DONT— ok, little shit, the floor's yours," the DJ gave in, almot sounding reluctant.

"My friend told me they liked me, and I think I like them—"

"Then, date them."

"—as a friend!" Izuku exclaimed, emphasizing the last word.

"Oh." Katsuki mumbled before sighing. "Keep going, nerd."

That. That line sounded illegal.

Izuku shook his head. "I rejected them 'coz I feel like I'm not prepared to have a relationship."

"So, you do like them?" Dynamight insisted.

"As a friend! A person!" Izuku explained. "Dating is like a trying stage for me, okay? So I feel guilty for turning them down when I could've at least tried."

"I see," the DJ replied, his voice low and analyzing, causing Izuku's nerves to jump inside his body. Then, he asked, "You're well aware that you're not responsible for people's happiness, right?"

Izuku froze. "I guess?"

Dynamight scoffed. "That's the damnest and most unsure response I've ever gotten after asking numerous people the same question."

That made Izuku sit straight and frown. "I mean, isn't it a basic act of kindness?!" he reasoned out.

"Bullshit. It's not kindness when you're losing a part of you in the process! That's common sense, damn nerd!"

"It's- It's not!" Izuku pushed, trying to sound reasonable.

"Quit pushing it, fucker. You know it even if it's only in the back of your head." Dynamight gave a short contemplating sigh. "Fine. Let's say that you're the one who gave the damn confession and it's not, ugh , mutual."

Izuku sucked a breath. "Okay."

"Would you like to have the person you have hots for to be with you just because of the sole reason of not wanting to hurt you?"

There was not a minute of hesitation when Izuku said, "No." It was quick, short and blunt.

"Damn right," the DJ rasped out. "Now, would you like to be the stupid one who fools the love struck idiot?"

Looking up, Izuku answered, "I mean if it can make them ha—"

"And if they find out?" Izuku didn't respond. "Hah. See? They'd still end up fucking hurt and it'd be twice the damage that they could've gotten though at the first rejection!"

Izuku looked away. "You know, why are we talking about love? This is kinda stupid."

"It's shitty, I know, but it's not specifically about love and rainbows and flowers or whatever fuck people give when their eyes take the form of hearts. It's about your fucked up mentality that makes you feel like you're obliged to return the gal's feelings."

Izuku let his body sink in his bed's mattress. He bit his lip, stuck between saying the other reason or not.

"Is there a goddamn reason why you always seem to shut up after hearing what I had to say?"

"I'm thinking!" Izuku defended.

"I know. You're muttering."

He got up. Fast. "WHAT DID YOU HEAR?!"

"The other reason is probably something that only a shitty nerd can come up with— Dammit."

Confusion struck Izuku. "Why? What happened?" But he got his answer when he looked at the clock and saw that the show was ending. "Oh. Damn ."

And Izuku couldn't describe how disappointed he felt when Dynamight bid his goodbye and see you's for the next session as he listened to the rhythm of the outro that he'd grown to memorize.

That was also his last straw—the last straw to take advantage of the host's past advice.

—

"ARGH!" Katsuki groaned, slamming his desk and Sero's head popped out from the corner, curiously looking at him.

"Something happened?"

"Yes and it's none of your business," he growled out, clearly irritated.

Denki shouted from afar as he walked towards them. "Must be Deku!"

Sero turned to Katsuki with a malicious smirk. "Huh. Wonder why 'the most astounding Dynamight that is very much willing to kick the shit outta someone who disagrees' cares that much for Deku."

Katsuki glared at him. "Fuck you. I don't."

His friend gasped, staring at his phone on his desk. "WHAT THE- DEKU'S CALLING?!" In an instant, Katsuki grabbed his phone. "Just kidding."

"SERO, RUN— WAIT, BAKUGOU, DON'T THROW YOUR PHONE!"

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE! IF IT DROPS ON THE GROUND, YOU'LL BE THE ONE PAYING!"

Katsuki threw his phone and with mixed determination and fear, Sero caught it, but when he saw the raging visage of his friend, he immediately passed it to the other blonde. "It's up to you, now."

Denki looked at him with pure betrayal etched on his face. "WHY ME?!"

But suddenly, a ringing echoed in the hallway and they all froze. Shock took over Denki as he slowly raised the phone that said "shitty nerd". Without a single ounce of hesitation, Katsuki took back his phone and clicked answer. He looked so calm that he could've fooled anyone but not his friends. His feet fiddled subtly on the ground, indicating his agitation.

He bit the insides of his cheek when Deku spoke. "I'M TAKING THE OFFER."

Katsuki flinched. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"The offer!" Deku whined. "You said I can talk to you!"

The DJ sighed, wondering how this guy went from anxious to a demanding brat. "Is this," He grabbed his jacket and keys, then left the building in a hurry, not listening to the yell of his co-workers. "about the 'other reason'?" He asked, panting to get onto his motorcycle.

"W-What, why are you- okay, are you running?"

Katsuki scrunched his nose. "Yeah? What else?"

"Oh."

"Oh???"

"So yeah, it's about the other reason. Wait, are you sure it's fine to ask for your advice when you're not at work?" Deku asked, audibly concerned.

Katsuki hopped on his seat and wore his earpods before driving. "Yeah."

"Are you driving? Isn't that dangerous?!"

"Can you like just get it over with?!" Katsuki snapped. "I'm not fucking dumb. I'm wearing bluetooth earphones, not holding the phone itself. Whoever does that is the embodiment of stupidity." Deku suddenly choked. "I swear to fucking god, don't tell me you drive while—"

"ANYWAY, Dynamight-san, the other reason why I rejected her is because I lean more to guys." Katsuki's eyes widened and he accidentally made a huge turn, making his tire screech along with the listener's panicking scream. "Oh fuck, it wasn't my plan to say it that quick! Are you okay?! I heard the tires screech! IT SCREECHED!"

Katsuki was the one to end the call this time.

"Fucking hell, he's gay," he whispered to himself. It's not like he himself wasn't but Deku's gay! Well, he didn't say he was, maybe he's bi or what.

But Katsuki had to admit, he was attracted to him. Though, he knew it wasn't anything deep. They had only talked twice and sure, it was fun but it didn't really mean anything. Well, not until Deku didn't call for a week. It's like being deprived of a candy you could tolerate, thus craving for more.

He stopped right in front of his house and fished out his phone, calling Deku's number. It was already 4am and he wished the guy was still awake after he cut the conversation earlier.

But Katsuki halted when he remembered something. He cursed. "Motherfucker, Deku has fucking anxiety!" The man was most probably overthinking when Katsuki dropped the call. "Shit, shit, shit." He held his breath as his phone rang.

"H-Hello..?" Deku's voice was weak and he sounded like he was hesitating.

"I'm—" Katsuki clenched his fist, still trying to get used to the act of apologizing. "I'm sorry. I was caught off guard earlier." His gaze fell to the ground while he played with the keys on his fingers.

"It's okay! I mean, it's weird to say that to a stranger all of a—"

"It's not that. I was just surprised that you're," He cleared his throat and suddenly he was interested in staring at the balcony beside his house. "that you're the same."

"Same???" He swore he could hear Deku's gears turning. A dramatic gasp followed, "You're also bi?"

"No, I'm fucking gay."

"Oh, I thought- 'coz y'know, you said 'same'." Katsuki rolled his eyes and groaned, which made Deku laugh. "Wait, have you gotten home?"

"Why the fuck do you care?" Katsuki asked, obviously teasing but his eyebrows furrowed at Deku's answer.

"Oh, it's just that a motor stopped in front of my neighbor's house. It reminded me of your tires screeching."

Katsuki blinked when he noticed a silhouette in the balcony that he was just staring at minutes ago. There was a guy who seemed like he was talking to someone over a phone call. Their eyes met and a glimpse of emerald took away his breath. But then, the guy immediately looked away and scrambled back into their room.

"What the fuck what the fuck, the rider looked at me! They must've thought that I was rude for staring!"

Katsuki's pulse began to quicken when he realized a possibility. He swallowed. "What's the color of your eyes?"

"That's so random but green?"

His breath hitched. "Mine's red," he unconsciously mumbled.

"Okay???" Izuku answered, confused. "It's 4, shouldn't you sleep already?"

Katsuki wanted to scream because no, he should but he wouldn't be able to after finding out that the subject of his newfound attraction was right beside his home.

But what was the name Bakugou Katsuki for if he couldn't translate all of that into a simple "No. We should talk about that other reason because it sounded like you feel guilty for liking dicks instead of that chick."

"W-Wow, who hurt you?"

"Deku, it's professionalism," was what he wanted to say but instead, he said, "Go outside."

"W-Why?"

"Take a breather before I slam my words of wisdom all the way into the back of your mashed up brain."

When Katsuki caught a glimpse of Deku, he immediately opened his gate and slammed his door open until he reached his room. Then, he stopped before going to the balcony.

He was hesitant. Wouldn't this break his code of professionalism? He's not supposed to know his listeners.

"Dynamight? Dynamight-saaan~" Deku's voice echoed from outside and his phone.

"Deku, how do you think you'll react if you meet me in person?" he whispered low, careful not to startle the other guy as he stepped out, greeted by the moonlit figure of his listener.

"Huh? Is that even possible? Does your show have some meet and greet event?" The wind blew and Izuku tucked his curl behind his ears as he leaned on the railings while staring at the ground.

"No."

"If there was one, I would've joined. Your advice is really helpful! I would love to at least give you a gift!"

Katsuki leaned against the wall. "Really? 'Coz, right now, I'm staring at you."

—

Izuku's body went cold as he stared at the blonde man who was staring at him with gleaming red eyes. "D-Dynamight...san?" he murmured, his voice becoming soft.

Dynamight gave a smirk. "Who could've guessed that the radio host and his listener were neighbors?" Blood climbed up to Izuku's head and his feet itched to walk away but before he could even do so, the blonde yelled at him, "WAIT, CALM DOWN, NERD."

"I CAN'T!" Izuku shouted back, shaking his head. Then, he began trembling uncontrollably as he stared at Dynamight in pure shock. His knees wobbled and he dropped on the ground. He sobbed, tears streaming continuously from his eyes. "I- You know me. I'm not hidden." 

His anonymity was broken. His safe space was intruded. He's exposed. H-He's seen. What would Dynamight think now after knowing that his annoying ranter was just his neighbor? He'll be annoyed. Izuku— Izuku's the worst.

"Fuck. Deku? Deku!"

The next sequence of events were blurry but Izuku remembered the sound of Dynamight's hurried step on his railings and the way his shoulders were gripped tightly.

"Deku. Breathe. Breathe in."

Izuku did as told.

"Breathe out."

Izuku, once again, followed.

"Can you see me?"

Izuku blinked, his vision was hazy and his head felt light, but he could see the several hues in front of him.

He nodded.

"Can you name what you can see?"

Izuku recognized what he was doing. It was the grounding method.

He nodded.

"Go on. Tell me."

Izuku breathed in, his eyes half-lidded.

"Moon."

"The roof."

His eyes wandered, vision clearing up.

"Blonde hair."

"Pale skin."

"Red eyes."

Dynamight cleared his throat. "You think you can name 4 things—"

"W-Wait." Izuku slowly got up and the host helped him.

"You feeling a li'l bit better?"

"No." Izuku patted Dynamight's hands and the man understood what he meant.

He stepped back, creating distance between them.

"I'm so—"

"First of all, I don't think badly of you," Dynamight said, effectively shutting him up. "Okay, let's rationalize your thoughts just a little bit, shall we?"

Izuku nodded.

"I'm gonna ask questions and you don't have to tell me whatever your answer is."

"What's the worst thing that could happen right now?" Dynamight asked, his eyes fixated on Izuku. "Likelihood of that happening?"

Izuku stared at his hands blankly. "Hmm."

"What will be your reaction and the person involved? Do you think you can handle it?"

Izuku sighed, biting his lip. "I can't. Worst thing that could happen right now is you walking away, thinking that I'm being dramatic. I'd overthink about it and you'd probably go back to your job like nothing happened."

Dynamight stared at him. "Not what I was expecting but we can't really rationalize with the fucker named anxiety, can we?" His voice was light with humor as if he was trying to lift the mood. "You skipped one part, though."

Izuku looked up. "...likelihood."

"Yeah. A damn scale from 1 to 10. How possible do you think that could happen when I'm right here, talking to you?"

Raking his gaze over the DJ's form, Izuku realized what he was trying to say that he would have already walked away but he didn't and it made Izuku tear up. "One..."

The blonde smirked. "Should even be zero, idiot." Izuku let out a small smile that was out of both courtesy and amusement. "Can you get up?"

"Yeah, I think I can." Izuku held on to the railings to slowly lift himself. "I'll be sleeping for a while."

Dynamight tucked him to his bed. "You better not sue me for trespassing."

Izuku would've gotten embarrassed if he wasn't tired of feeling overwhelmed. "I'm sorry for letting you see that."

The DJ only shrugged it off. "S'fine. Dealt with lots before." He stretched his neck before turning to Izuku. "Will be going home to leave your private space." Izuku watched him walk away, but then, he stopped and returned. "Phone."

"Phone?"

Dynamight rolled his eyes before looking at the pen on Izuku's desk. He grabbed his hand and wrote digits. "My personal number. Call me if you need anything."

And then, he left.

He left Izuku wondering what the fuck just happened within that hour.

—

Katsuki woke up with one goal in his mind: To check if Deku's alright.

After taking a bath, he headed straight to his neighbor's gate to ring their doorbell. It felt natural when Deku, who had just woken up, let him in and ate breakfast with him. They didn't really bother with it until they both snapped out of the calming spell and looked at each other, shocked.

"Fuck, I'm sorry for intruding—"

"I'M SORRY FOR LETTING YOU IN!"

They stared at each other. Obviously, they were so caught up with their own thoughts that they didn't even notice how they somehow ended up being domestic in a really weird way.

Deku giggled. "Sorry and thank you for what happened at dawn."

Katsuki leaned backward on his chair. "Told you it's fine," he said, staring at the man who he'd been talking to in the show. 

Deku looked like a kid. Not quite literally, though. Yes, he had chubby freckled cheeks and he looked young but that wasn't what he meant when he thought he looked like a child. And when he thought of Deku's experiences, Katsuki felt the urge to take care of him. 

"How old are you?" Katsuki asked and he almost choked when the man lifted two before gesturing six. "You not a student?"

Deku tilted his head. "When did I say that?"

"You mentioned that you were in a 'room' when the kindness question was asked."

"I didn't say classroom?"

"Ah, fuck."

"You got deceived by my appearance!"

"I got deceived by your childish babblings."

"You're not on air. Why are you so rude?"

"I don't need to be on air to be rude. I seize opportunities to be rude."

"Not nice."

"Never said I was."

They didn't say anything next, just trying to adjust to each other's presence. Katsuki watched Deku wash the plates as he asked himself how odd their situation was.

"Do you have... uhh, anything to say regarding the 'other reason'?" Deku asked when he sat on the chair in front of Katsuki, effectively maintaining distance between them like how he did even as they ate earlier.

"Oh, that." Katsuki gulped before channeling his professionalism. "Have you encountered the damned homophobia that could've been the reason for your guilt right now?"

Deku's lip twitched. "Yeah, back when I was a kid. It was inevitable."

Katsuki clicked his tongue. Then, he tried to remember the things he learned in therapy. "You ever heard of the term 'inner child'?"

Deku's eyes shone. "Oh, that intrigued me before so I searched about it!" Then, he gushed, "It's like the internal child part of ourselves that was mold based on our childhood experiences that involves things we've learned! Positive emotions we've felt as kids and also fears—"

"Calm the fuck down, dick-tionary."

"Oh, I got carried away. Sorry!"

Katsuki snorted. "It's basically our child self."

Deku nodded his head. "Are you suggesting that I connect with my inner child?"

"Yeah," The DJ agreed. "It's your chance to treat your inner child the same way you would've wanted when you were an intolerable snot-filled kid. Treat that part of you the same way you wished someone would've done when you were fucking hopeless..."

"Taking care of one's self is really difficult," Deku murmured, tapping his finger on his lips. The gesture reminded Katsuki of his grown habit to fiddle on his feet. Then, Deku looked up, vulnerability in his eyes, making Katsuki pause.

Deku looked like a kid.

His stomach dropped when an unsettling realization hit him as he stared at the person he strangely liked taking care of.

Katsuki shook his head and stood up, Sero's voice echoing in his mind:

"Huh. Wonder why 'the most astounding Dynamight that is very much willing to kick the shit outta someone who disagrees' cares that much for Deku."

Words dangled in him.

Anxiety. Breakdowns. Panic Attacks.

He stared at the rich green colors that were laid in front of him.

He couldn't have been seeing his inner child in Deku, could he?

"Dynamight?"

"Deku." Katsuki raised his head, meeting Deku's worried eyes.

"Are you alright? You look pale."

Katsuki stood up and walked away warily. "I gotta go."

Confusion was in Deku's eyes as he watched him go. "Something urgent? You seem in a hurry."

Katsuki halted. He was running away. And if he learned one thing from his therapy, it is to not do what he's currently doing.

Trying to calm his nerves, Katsuki admitted, "I have to think about something that I suddenly remembered, Deku."

Deku pursed his lips. He seemed to realize that whatever the DJ was talking about was personal and important. He nodded vigorously and opened the door for Katsuki. "A-Ah, am I allowed to call you?" he asked timidly.

Katsuki bit his lip, contemplating for a second. Then, with conviction, he said, "No."

"Oh... Sorry." Disappointment crept on Deku's face. But not until he heard the DJ's next words:

"I'll be the one to call you this time."

At least that's what Katsuki said but he spent days holed up in the radio station, wondering if he was helping Deku out of pure intention or was he doing it to help himself? He saw himself in him—the breakdowns and panic attacks. Does that taint his actions of helping?

But even with that bugging him, he still texted Deku to assure him that he was gonna call soon. Just not now.

"Bro, you've been glaring at your computer for an hour."

"Bakugou?"

"Hey!"

"SERO, OUR FRIEND IS BROKEN!"

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU YELLING?!" Katsuki yelled back.

"Oh, he spoke." Denki sighed in relief. "What's wrong, dude? You've been out of it lately."

"Do we have to say the name to confirm who he's been stressing about?" Sero asked, biting his spoon before digging in his ice cream.

Katsuki blew air. "Not him. Well, kinda but no."

The two stared at him in disbelief. "He's actually telling us about it," Denki whispered as if Katsuki couldn't hear him.

"You know what? Get the fuck out of my sight, you useless bunch."

Denki fixed his posture and pulled a chair to face him. "Let's hear it, sir."

Katsuki rolled his eyes, trying to shake off the uncomfortable feeling of verbally telling what's in his mind. "Ugh, this is pathetic."

"No, it's not. You seem really bothered about it," Sero said, his attention now leaving the dessert.

"He's right," Denki added.

"I was self-projecting," the DJ admitted. "Self projecting's literally projecting yourself to someone, if you dumbasses don't know."

Denki squinted his eyes, turning to Sero. "Ooh, he's doing it to Deku, then?"

The latter nodded. "Makes sense. You've been hyperfixated on him."

Katsuki exhaled. "Yeah, that's about it."

"What?!" Denki shouted. "That's it???"

"It's self-explanatory, dunce face."

Denki looked at him like he had grown another head. "No, I mean, that's it ?"

Katsuki glared at him. "The fuck are you trynna say?!"

"Knowing you, if that was it, shouldn't you have already done something about it instead of, I don't know, being here?" 

His friend looked genuinely curious so Katsuki became puzzled. "I don't fucking know if what I'm doing is right, dimwit!" he growled out, somewhat annoyed.

"If that's the case, then shouldn't you be thinking of a way to make it right?"

Katsuki froze. As much as he wanted to call his co-worker dumb, he knew he had a point.

"Damn, Denks, when did you grow your brain?" Sero whistled.

"Hey, I passed college!" Denki frowned. "Barely."

"How the fuck?" Katsuki mumbled, his brain short-circuiting.

"How I passed? Through prayers—"

He groaned, internally cursing himself, thinking that his therapy was a waste when he's currently stuck in this crisis. "I meant, how the fuck do you rewrite an intention?"

Sero sighed and crossed his legs. "You don't," he answered, earning a nod from the other blonde. "You make up to it. And based on what we've seen when we were with you, making up to something and being better than your old self is your specialty, right?"

Katsuki stared at his friends. They were looking at him and there was encouragement in their eyes. He groaned, running a hand on his face while the other reached for his phone. "Deku, ya wanna go somewhere?" His friends wore victory smiles and even went as far as jumping in glee. 

There were rushed movements on the other line and Katsuki assumed that Deku was lying down and he got up quickly. "R-Really?" the man gasped out.

"Yeah, I know a place that should be comfortable for you." Katsuki glared at his giggling co-workers.

"Let the alpha provide comfort, omega!" Denki instantly hid behind Sero.

"Alpha instincts on the go," Sero added with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"W-wait- How do you know that?!" Deku exclaimed.

Katsuki clicked his tongue, throwing plastic cups at the other two. Then, an idea popped in his mind. He smirked. "How do we know what? You being an omega?"

Sero whistled and Denki wiggled his brows.

"What— Dynamight-san!" Katsuki could see the image of Deku's flushed cheeks and it was, well—he pursed his lips—a good visual, he guessed.

"So?" Katsuki asked expectantly.

There was a short silence before Deku responded with "I'm free on weekends."

"Weekends, it is, then." When the call ended, Katsuki wore an arrogant smile as he smirked at his friends.

Denki pretended to wipe tears. "That's our boy."

Waiting was not difficult to deal with but it certainly rocked Katsuki's mind worse than he thought. He was nervous for no reason but he knew he should set that aside because it's not only about him, it's about making it up to Deku.

They spent the rest of the days talking through phone calls and messages as an icebreaker and it seemed to work when Deku had begun being comfortable with him. He even waved his hand at him whenever he saw him from his balcony, unlike before when he never did anything but hide.

And when Katsuki stood in front of Deku's gate, it's like they switched places. His feet began playing with the ground. They exchanged shy and awkward greetings and the ride to their destination was a big ASDFGHJKL with the way Deku held Katsuki's waist while he was driving.

"Where are we going?" Deku whispered and his grip tightened when the motor took a turn, earning a flinch from the blonde man.

Katsuki cleared his throat. "Have you ever tried painting?"

That seemed to catch Deku's interest. "I have! It was one of my hobbies before!"

"Why do I feel like you're the type to try a hobby for weeks or months then eventually drop them to jump into another hobby?" Katsuki teased.

Deku didn't respond. Then he answered, sounding embarrassed, "Well... That was incredibly accurate." The DJ chuckled at that. "Is it gonna be a long ride?" Deku asked.

"Not really. Just hold on tight."

"Okay..." Katsuki held his breath when he felt Deku rest his cheek against his back. "How about you, Dynamight-san?"

"What about me?"

"Painting. Do you paint?"

"Oh." Katsuki tried to fix his gaze on the road and not mind the physical touches. He was about to answer the listener's question when he remembered something. "Are you fine with the proximity? I don't fucking mind but are you okay? Is it not making you panic?"

Deku's grip loosened and it seemed like it was only then that he realized it. Then he whispered. "It's making me panic in a completely different way."

"What?" Katsuki asked, confused.

"Y-Yeah! So, do you paint?"

The DJ smirked proudly. "I'm hella good at it."

Deku sounded amazed. "That's cool! Is it like a hobby too?" 

Katsuki halted before saying, "Nah, I had to learn it. Was financially unstable, I had to tutor stupid students and do artwork commissions to get through it."

That seemed to surprise Deku. "You were a student when you did that?" He got a tight nod from Katsuki. "That must've been overwhelming." Slowly, his arms wrapped around his waist, making the two of them go stiff. "I-I feel better when hugged, maybe you would too," he explained.

Katsuki swallowed. Why the hell did Deku have switches? He was just putting distance between them days ago! He was really confused so he stopped the motor and turned to Deku. "You're acting weird," he spat out and the man looked away. "What the hell? Is something wrong, Deku? Do you wanna go home?"

"No!" Deku shook his head vigorously. "I actually feel a bit uncomfortable but it's just... I can't think of any way to thank you."

Katsuki's eyebrows furrowed. "So you resorted to," His gaze dropped on the greenete's hands. "Touches?"

"No, it's- I can't explain it, I can't express it so I gotta—" He looked away, blushing. "...touch."

Katsuki remained silent for a while. Then he held Deku's shoulder, making the other cringe. Now, he got it. "I see. You prefer initiating physical contact than receiving it."

Deku's eyes brightened. "That! Exactly!" Katsuki sighed in relief. He thought he was doing something wrong. He started driving again when Deku spoke. "And it's because I've been getting comfortable around you too."

Katsuki smiled. "You've already said that a fuckton of times."

"I don't know," Deku stated and Katsuki froze at his next words. "I feel like I need to say it over and over again to assure you. You seem to walk on eggshells around me even when we—" They reached their destination and Deku stopped speaking at the same time.

They stopped in front of a large grass field. There were few kids there, running and playing, kites were flying high in the open air while the sun was low in the horizon.

"It's pretty," Deku mumbled.

But Katsuki was still thinking of what he just said. He shook his head. "I have snacks for us, and here." He grabbed the tote bag that was hanging on his motor's handle and handed it to Deku.

Deku peeked inside and his eyes widened. "You brought painting materials!" he gushed and picked a brush, waving it happily.

The DJ grinned. "Course I would. Now, get the damn picnic cloth and make your ass useful for once." Deku turned to look at his own butt and Katsuki facepalmed. "Fucking idiot—"

"I was kidding, okay?" Deku giggled and eventually did as he's told.

When everything was finally set, they both sat on the cloth, basking in the sun's warmth and the air's silence between them. They fell to quiet movements as they passed around the materials and they began painting the vivid scenarios around them.

"Wow! You're amazing, Kacchan!" Izuku gushed, looking at Katsuki's painting. They both chose the horizon in their perspective as their painting's subject and were both half-done.

Katsuki's work was simple, yet the strokes were clean, and the hues were vibrant but soft. The man's experience as an artist was evident.

Katsuki huffed. "Right. Now lemme see yours."

Izuku backed away at that, with his cheeks blushing. "It's kinda embarrassing."

Scoffing, Katsuki took the painting, making the other man yelp. He raised a brow when he saw his work. Then, he glanced at Izuku who was now covering his flushed face with his arms. He grinned. "There's a blonde figure in the center, Deku." He almost lost it when the man's face became redder than it already is. "This supposed to be me?"

"You were in my perspective!" Deku sputtered, still blushing furiously.

Katsuki's face suddenly felt hot. That sounded sweet for some reason.

He shook his head and took his time savoring Deku's reactions before his eyes returned to the painting in his hand. The view was the opposite angle of Katsuki's painting and Deku was right. If he was to go on Izuku's seat, he would be the center of the angle.

But... the same thing could be said with Katsuki.

Izuku's right in the middle of his scenery.

And yet, he only painted the horizon.

—

"Dynamight?" Izuku called out, noticing the change in his behavior. He looked solemn as he stared at the two paintings, but there was fear in his eyes. "Hey? Are... Are you okay?" He held out his hand, reaching for Dynamight's hand and that seemed to snap him out of his trance.

Dynamight looked at their linked fingers and immediately took back his hand, almost as if he was burned.

Izuku looked at him, shocked, his chest tightening at the gesture. But he didn't say anything. Instead, he gently pulled away. His mind was running doubts for himself. But when he remembered the look Dynamight had earlier, he felt like there was more to it.

They shared a moment of silence, drowning in their own thoughts before Dynamight spoke. "Deku, am I doing this right?"

Izuku was confused by the question but he figured it had something to do with the man's expression. So, he answered, "I have no idea what 'right' is in your opinion but I don't see you doing anything wrong."

The DJ raised his head at that. "Dammit, Deku..." Then, he looked down, hiding his eyes. "What if I'm only pretending to care for you? What if I can't actually see you even when you're right in front of me?"

Oh.

Izuku let out a soft sigh. "That's what bothers you?"

Dynamight didn't respond.

Izuku got it. He had questioned his own intentions a lot of times. After all, if he was known for something, it was for thinking a lot.

"I've actually developed a method for that..." He began. "I mean, I'm in no room to speak, but I've kinda, well, just a little, gotten through the phase of doubting my feelings for someone. Recently, it's just me doubting my decisions and what other people had to say." He fiddled with his fingers, feeling awkward at voicing out an advice. "But do you feel bad for thinking that you might not be caring enough for a person? ...for me?"

Izuku felt hopeful.

Dynamight's chest heaved and he mumbled a small "...yes."

And the hope was there.

"Then that means you care," Izuku whispered and Dynamight looked up, meeting his gaze. It was just for a second though because Izuku immediately looked away. "If you care enough to feel bad for it, then that means you care for that person. And the worse it feels, then the more you care," he explained. The DJ said nothing and only stared at him and Izuku suddenly felt embarrassed so covered his face with the painting. "I-I mean, that's how I deal with it, I'm not sure how it goes with you—"

"That's..." The DJ interrupted. Their eyes met and this time, it was Dynamight who looked away. Then, he cleared his throat. "I'm fucking hungry."

Izuku flinched. "Oh, yeah, we haven't eaten lunch!"

They both reached for the picnic basket, their hands brushing against each other. And again, this time, Dynamight didn't pull away. Though, it seemed like he only forced himself not to do that to not offend Izuku, but it was still appreciated anyway.

Izuku bit his lip when they started eating. He stole glances at the man before he finally decided to say, "Actually, Dynamight-san, it's really okay if you feel like you don't care enough." He pursed his lips. "We've only known each other for weeks and you don't have to force yourself to reciprocate someone's 'care' for you, if that's what you've been feeling lately." Then, he smiled and quoted, "After all, we're not responsible for people's happiness all the time, are we?"

Dynamight froze and a grin crept on his lips. "Nerd." Izuku laughed and proceeded to eat. "Name," Dynamight suddenly demanded.

"Name?" Izuku asked, confused.

"Yeah, what the fuck else?" The DJ rolled his eyes. "As you said, we've been talking for weeks but I still don't know what your nerd name is."

Izuku smiled and offered his hand. "Midoriya Izuku."

Dynamight's forehead creased and he cackled. "What the hell, your name actually reads 'Deku', it fits you just right."

Izuku pouted. "What about you? I can't keep calling you Dynamight forever, you know?"

For a moment, the DJ looked flustered. Then, his expression became... naughty? "'Forever'? What are you insinuating, Izuku ?"

FIRST NAME BASIS?!

Izuku's face combusted. "I- That's so unfair!"

Dynamight laughed, grabbing his hand with a feral grin. "It's Bakugou Katsuki."

"Well, hello, Katsuki," Izuku huffed, expecting the man to be affected by the first name but Katsuki's grin just went wider, making him frown.

"What? Were you expecting me to react like you did? In your wildest dream, Izuku."

Izuku's gears turned, trying to come up with a name and suddenly, his brain created one. He smirked and stood up.

Katsuki stared at his expression with a lifted eyebrow, intrigued. "Now what, shitnerd?"

"Do you wanna go and fly a kite?" Izuku trailed off. "...Kacchan?"

Katsuki stared at him, aghast, before the name sank in. His eyes widened and as soon as he got up, Izuku ran. "THAT'S SO CHILDISH, FUCKER!"

"I BET YOU LIKE IT!"

"COME BACK, YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

"AAHH, HELP, A BIG BAD SCARY KACCHAN IS CHASING ME!" Izuku giggled as he ran, hearing the footsteps and threats from the man behind him.

And when he was finally caught, his head locked in the blonde's arms, out of the blue, he said, "Well, I guess, I should be thankful for that time when you announced Deku to call the show."

Katsuki shook his head, letting go of him. "Nah, thank your ass for making a goddamn thread."

The time went slow after that, they went home at night, but Katsuki slept at his house after they rewatched All Might's series.

And days passed when Katsuki handed Izuku a gift.

No one would be able to blame Izuku for crying, right?

Especially when the gift was Kacchan's painting.

With him in the center of it.

Fin.