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Izuku knew something was wrong when his feet moved without his control. He tried grabbing onto things or dragging his feet but nothing stopped them from moving. It had to be some kind of quirk, maybe like a magnetic pull or something. He tried to think back to if anyone bumped him but no one came to mind.
His feet dragged him from his dorm room and down the stairs to the first floor where the common room was located but it didn’t stop there. Izuku walked to the left and finally came to a stop. There was only one person in the kitchen—Katsuki Bakugo.
The older teen that he’s been in love with for so long that he was surprised he didn’t blurt it out and ruined their fixed friendship. They both were in their third year about to graduate from UA and on their way to becoming Pro Heroes.
Katsuki had become... God like.
His body has sculpted itself with muscles on top of muscles. Sharp jawline that held up the scowl on his face. His surprisingly neat blonde spikes that he wanted to run his fingers through while his mouth was latched to his. Along with flawless skin, his lips looked so soft. He’s dreamed about those lips.
He’s also dreamed about Katsuki’s pecks. Izuku wanted nothing more than to use them as a pillow and be suffocated with them.
I have a serious problem...
“What the fuck you staring at, nerd?!”
Izuku was pulled from his thoughts and he hesitantly took a step forward to see if his feet would let him have control. After two steps, he let out a sigh of relief. “Morning, Kachan!”
The blonde scowled grabbing another plate from the cupboard. “Here, dumbass.” He filled the plate with food and set it on the counter.
His eyes widened. “K-Kachan! I-I didn’t come—”
“I know fucking idiot but you’re here so eat it.”
Well... it was free food and Katsuki’s cooking. There was no way he could turn that down. Taking the plate, he plopped down on the stool and took a large bit. “Mmm!”
“Don’t you fucking dare talk with your mouth full.” He grumbled, taking his own bite. They ate in silence and he forgot all the weird things with his feet. He helped the blonde do the dishes which they did silently. At one point, his arm brushed against Katsuki’s and he felt a zap up to his heart. Without a word, just a grunt, Katsuki walked out of the kitchen.
Izuku watched him get past the threshold before his feet began to follow. “Fucking following me, Deku?” Not of his own free will.
“U-Uh... just head to the s-showers!” He stuttered out.
The most terrifying thing happened throughout the day, the distance he was able to keep from Katsuki was getting smaller. His hand accidentally touched the blonde’s in the bathroom when he went for his towel to dry his hair and at the same time Katsuki went for his shirt. A zap—stronger than the first zinged into his heart.
Now it was lunch and he could barely keep two feet away from Katsuki.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
He stared up at the crimson eyes glaring down at him. “I-I... I just really want to hang out with you!” A warm hand gripped his arm, zapping him again.
“Leave me alone.”
Ha... ha... if only that was the case.
Katsuki whirled around to stomp away but his feet moved after him. “Deku! Go the fuck away! You’ve been fucking creepy all day! Just go away!” Thankfully, the lunch room was pretty empty at this point because he didn’t want detention again for fighting.
Izuku bit down on his lip because what was he really supposed to say? ‘Oh, I think I’m hit with a quirk and every time you touch me, I have to be closer to you?’
That sounds like it would go perfectly. He should have just thought of that earlier. God, he was an idiot.
“Deku. I swear to fucking God, if you don’t leave me the fuck alone, I’m going to kill you!” He shouted, pushing him away and just like a rubber band, he snapped back firmly against the blonde’s chest. “Get off!”
The more pushes, the less space he could create between them until there was nothing left but their chests pressed together.
“Deku...” Katsuki was using his scary voice, the one that he used right before he killed someone. “Want to explain to me why I can’t get you the fuck off me.”
The shorter teen opened and closed his mouth like a damn fish. “U-uh... I don’t know.” Katsuki let off a small explosion. “I-I don’t!! My feet moved this morning on their own and it’s like every time we touch, I have to be closer which if you would have stopped touching me, we wouldn’t be glued together!” He shouted at the end of his ramble.
“The love of attraction.” Both teens whipped their heads around to the voice. “When I used my quirk on you... I swore that you wouldn’t be in love with the angry dog but I guess I was wrong.” A first year smirked at him. “When Uraraka asked me... well, this is just a surprise.”
“Wait! Uraraka asked you to use your quirk on me!? How do I get unstuck?!” To his surprise, Katsuki’s arms went around his shoulders protectively.
The girl smiled. “Easy! You confess! Which I helped you with!” Izuku felt like he was going to throw up or pass out and he prayed that he’d just drop dead. “Have fun!” She waved skipping away.
“Alright, nerd, we’re skipping.” The blonde picked him up like a toddler and walked back to his dorm room. Skipping?! They don’t skip! This quirk was stupid—okay that’s a lie but this quirk is stupid! He had to confess his undying love for Katsuki to get unstuck. The overwhelming emotions crashed into him. “I think you should just get it fucking over with so I can get unstuck and we can talk.”
Izuku burst into tears, clinging to the boy he’s loved for so long. The anger from his friend taking his confession away from him. The agony of what his future could change. The fear of loosing a friend. It was so much all at once.
He never planned on telling Katsuki. Never. He would watch the blonde go out and get married, watch him say I do. Little blonde babies with red eyes running around and he would in hope be able to play the role as Uncle Deku.
But here he was, stuck to his crush because his best friend asked someone to use their quirk—to take away his privacy. His right to use his own voice.
“K-Kachan...”
The blonde tightened his grip slightly. “Look... she already said it, so all you need to do it say it and we’ll fucking talk. Nothing will happen, I’m not going to blow the fuck up or anything.”
Izuku ignored the pounding of his heart, taking a deep breath. “I-I... l-l-love you.” He spoke barely above a whisper. The pull in his body dropped and he sagged against Katsuki suddenly tired. “I-I’m sorry.”
“HAH!? You say you love me and now your fucking sorry?!”
“W-well! T-there's no way y-you love me!”
Katsuki tsked. “Shut the fuck up! Don’t tell me how I fuckin feel nerd or I’ll kill you myself!” He pulled back to meet a surprising pair of soft red eyes. “I...” The blonde looked away, cheeks dusting with a light pink. “L-love you too, idiot.” He grumbled.
W-what?!
Katsuki loved him back!
Izuku couldn’t stop himself, he gripped the front of his black t-shirt and pulled him into a soft kiss. The taller teen gasped for a second then leaned into him. It was everything he imagined.
“Are you going to confront Round Cheeks for being a bitch?”
Izuku hummed lightly, snuggling closer to the warm naked body. Yup! He was living his dream using Katsuki’s chest as a pillow and it was better than what he could have ever imagined. A warm calloused hand ran up and down his spine. He was in heaven.
“I don’t know...”
“You should, Zuku. She invaded your damn privacy.”
He sighed. Katsuki had a point. “I guess I will. But I got you in the end so I’m pretty happy about that!” The blonde shifted until his back hit the bed and he was looking up at him. “K-Kachan?”
“I got a plan.” The smirk scared him a little. “We’ll go down and have dinner like normal. Act like we hate each other still and I know fucking Round Face will try and see if that quirk is still going...”
He nodded eagerly to Katsuki’s plan.
Izuku walked down the stairs ignoring the slight pain in his ass from the earlier activities. Katsuki went down ahead of him since it was his turn to cook with Asui. That was the only person he’d ever cooked with since she had skills in the kitchen.
“Hey Mido! How’s it going?!” Mina smiled sweetly at him. “I heard that you got sick and Bakubabe had to bring you to your room like a knight in shining armor.”
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “U-Uh... yeah. Must have been something I ate! But I’m all better now!”
“I bet Bakubro helped you recover really well...” Kirishima smirked, wagging his eyebrow.
“Hahahaha! You’re so funny, Kirishima!” He forced out a laugh, punching him in the arm harder than he intended. “Anyways! I’m back to myself!”
Uraraka came up to wrap her arms around his waist. “Deku! I’m so glad! I was really worried about you! I bet Bakugo was so mean to you the entire time!” She pressed her breasts against his arm tightly. The pout on her lip was almost making his eye twitch.
“He was a real gentleman.” He tried to keep his tone light. “He held the trash can while I puked my guts out.”
The brown eyes darkened. “Well! What a surprise!” Her smile faltered slightly. “Is that all that was wrong? Nothing else weird?”
You mean like the quirk where I was stuck to Kachan? Nope. Nothing weird about that!
Izuku shrugged lightly. “Not really.”
“O-oh... well that’s good!! I’m so happy to see that you’re okay!”
His boyfriend appeared from the kitchen. “Hey. Fuck off.” His tone was deadly. He only ever used it when he would talk about All for One or Shigaraki. “You fucking heard me Round Face. Fuck. Off.”
“Excuse me?! I’m allowed to hug my best friend!
“Not when he’s my fucking boyfriend, bitch!”
The room went silent.
Izuku gently pulled out of Uraraka’s grasp, taking a few steps away from her. Her brown eyes stared up at him, tears pooling as she bit down on her lip.
“B-boyfriend?”
“Yeah... Kachan’s my boyfriend.”
“Since fucking when!?” He didn’t have time to react, shocked by the cuss word leaving her lips and the shouting. He barely saw the blur before a loud smack close to his ear and a burning feeling on his cheek to follow. It didn’t really bother him. There were so many other things that hurt worse than her small slap. “No! You can’t be with him!” But it still hurt that the person he called his best friend would hit him like that.
Katsuki stomped his way over, small explosions popping from his palms but Izuku stopped him with a hand on his chest. “I can be with whoever I want to be with. I love Kachan and he loves me. You using a quirk on me to get me to like you was the stupidest thing ever. That girl from class 1-C? Her quirk is Love Attraction which means I was pulled like a magnetic to the person I love and every time we touch it pulled more and more.
“You thought it was some love quirk that would make me attracted to you.” He narrowed his eyes. “That’s not love and I never even liked you more as a friend.”
Uraraka screamed, stomping her foot. “NO! YOU’RE MINE! YOU’RE MINE! ALL MINE!” She lifted her hand again to probably slap him but Mina grabbed her wrist. The glare from her black eyes was enough to kill.
“Hit him again and I’ll unleash the beast.” She jerked her chin to Katsuki that was only held back by his hand. The blonde was all too ready to attack. “We talked about this! Mido doesn’t like you!”
Aizawa cleared his throat when he entered the room with Iida trailing close behind. “I really hope what I heard wasn’t true but seeing as my problem child as a hand print on his cheek, I’m going to have to believe it.” He sighed tiredly. “Uraraka, your wanted in Nezu’s office. Ashido and Sero, take her down there and if she tries to run, you know what to do.”
Izuku watched his former best friend leave the dorms with her head hung low. He almost felt bad for her but the sting on his cheek reminded him of the last twelve hours and those feelings went away. When a warm chest pressed against his back, his body instantly sagged against it.
“Problem child, let’s go talk.” Aizawa didn’t wait for a response, the man walked out of the dorms, heading to the teacher’s building. Katsuki wrapped an arm around his shoulders to support him as they followed the pro hero.
Izuku knew instantly what was happening because he’s done it many of times. The second his foot hit the wood floors of the apartment, he toed off his shoes and went to the couch. Pulling the fluffy blanket that was served for him and him only around his shoulders, he let the couch and him became one. Katsuki watched him carefully before joining him.
“Midoriya! What a... Bakugo?” Hizashi blinked a few times, staring widely at the two boys before turning to his husband. “What’s going on?”
Aizawa came out from the kitchen with two mugs of tea. “Oh, you and a few others owe me two hundred bucks.” Izuku took the mug that was held out to him.
“Damn it.” Hizashi pouted.
Katsuki nudged him lightly. “You come here a lot?
“Yeah... I still have nightmares from the war so this a lot of the time I’m sleeping here.” The tea warmed his body as his mind tried to process what all had just happened. “She really... tried to get me under some love spell? I-I knew she had feelings and we walked during first year but... she’s known I liked you for a while.” Izuku bit down on his lip to stop any tears from falling. “S-she was my best friend... my first friend after everything in middle school and—”
“She betrayed you.” With those three little words, the dam broke open. The blonde moved his cup to the coffee table and pulled him into his lap. “Fucking sucks.”
Hizashi frowned, “What happened?” After Katsuki explained everything, the loud teacher just shook his head. “I will talk to my student tomorrow with two weeks of detention. But don’t let this bring you down, Midoriya. You have every right to be mad and hurt but on the bright side,” The teacher smiled at him. “You got a boyfriend out of it?”
“Y-yeah...” He looked up at the blonde whose lips were turned up in a rare smile. “I guess I did.”