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Is he supposed to know?
Izuku is very confused because he is one hundred percent madly in love with Kacchan and in return he is ninety-nine percent sure that he likes him back. Is that normal? Is it normal to be this aware of the other’s feelings pre-dramatic-confession-in-the-rain because according to the two romance novels Izuku has read before, that doesn’t seem right.
He knows he loves Kacchan because he always has. They were kids and he was enamored. Coolest quirk out of all the kindergartners in town, stronger than half the 3rd graders, pride held up more than the sky holding the sun and to top it off, he was right there so Izuku got a front row seat.
The love grew as they did, and it also waned with their relationship, but it stayed, once again, just like them.
But then Izuku saw him in danger, he ran and he saved him. He would love to say that could’ve been anybody, but really… he isn’t quite sure. Not then, anyways.
After All Might offers his quirk, trains, joins Kacchan in UA, makes friends, and experiences the beginning of his dreams, he changes his mind a little bit. Everyone is worth saving, and if no one else is there, Izuku will be.
Kacchan says he hates that about him. After he got kidnapped by the League of Villains and Izuku goes to try and save him. They’re fighting at Ground Beta, and Kacchan grumbles aggressively about how ‘You’re such a pretentious little shit, you know that?’. Izuku has to hold back an eye-roll and ‘Funny coming from you,’.
Though he didn’t say it, it seems the blonde could hear it somehow anyways because he glares steady in Izuku’s eyes and spits out an, ‘I mean it, dweeb,’. He almost sounds concerned.
Izuku cries on the spot, naturally.
Kacchan tries to fight him, naturally.
All Might comes in, explains One for All and leaves them in Aizawa’s office to be lectured indefinitely. 4 days house arrest for Kacchan, and 3 for the young green gentleman respectively.
The next morning, the entire class laughs. And then Kacchan kinda compliments him. He’s on cloud nine for the next 2 and a half days.
They get even better together after that. They do their own things; Izuku is busy with internships and Kacchan is working hard for his provisional license. And he’s even tolerating Shoto’s presence recently… his best friends becoming closer; Izuku is so blessed.
During internships, Izuku helps save a little girl named Eri. When he gets home the day of the mission, he’s smiling but as the clock strikes 4 in the morning, he still hasn’t caught a blink of sleep. Mirio lost his quirk, Nighteye is in terrible shape and he found out earlier that Eri forgot how to smile. He shuffles out of his room, down the stairs and into the kitchen, struggling to grasp a water bottle or anything resembling a snack in the darkness and he huffs with tears rimming his eyes, dragging himself down onto the floor as he sobs.
Useless Deku who let Mirio get hurt.
Useless Deku who let Nighteye get hurt.
Useless Deku who let Eri go that first meeting.
Useless-
“Deku?” He raised his tear stained face like a deer in headlights towards the island in the middle of the kitchen, where stood Kacchan, illuminated by the glow of the moon from the window.
‘Not right now, Kacchan.’ He thinks bitterly. ‘Stop being beautiful, I’m sad.’
“The fuck are you doin’, nerd?” Kacchan calls out in a gruff whisper. Izuku wipes his tears and stands up with the grace of a newborn baby, lurching forward as his legs somehow get caught up in each other.
Useless Deku, can’t even stand right.
Kacchan catches him swiftly in his arms, immediately pulling him upright and stepping back a foot. Izuku can’t help but notice his arm remaining on his shoulder.
“Sorry, Kacchan,” He says, blushing. He looks up to Kacchan’s face. He’s also a bit pink. Maybe he came down to get water too, maybe it was too hot in his room. Izuku shoves the thought to the back of his brain and gives a tight-lip smile to the blonde and starts to walk out.
“Deku,” Izuku stills and looks back at him. He tilts his head. Kacchan mirrors him. “I asked you a question. You gonna answer or what?”
“Sorry. I just wanted to get some water,”
“So you drank it straight outta your tear ducts?”
“W-what?!”
“You were crying, you baby,” He grumbles. “What is it this time?”
Izuku smiles softly at his voice and then sighs. “I don’t know if i’m allowed to t-“
“Has that stopped you before?” Kacchan muses. Izuku flushes and waves his arms around muttering ‘That’s different!’. Kacchan laughs.
It fades into awkward silence for a minute before Izuku speaks up.
“… I’m scared it was all my fault,” He confesses, pull his arms around him in a self-protective hug. “Mirio-senpai lost his quirk and they’re saying Nighteye-senpai might die!” He sobs once again. Kacchan listens, arms crossed but gaze soft.
“It’s just… Nighteye-sensei said that I would have died in his visions but I’m still here an-“
“I already know what the next words to come out of your mouth are so shut the fuck up,” Kacchan’s glare is hard as he stares him down and steps closer. Izuku let’s his arms fall to his side and leans forward into Kacchan’s approaching grip.
Kacchan is hugging him and it’s the best feeling in the world.
“How the bell are you supposed to be my rival if you’re dead, dumbass,”
(Safe to say, Izuku walked into class the next day looking like he inhaled 200 ounces of DayQuil.)
After that night, much had changed. They train constantly. The rest of the class looks on in disbelief as they watch the pure gall. They eat together, and though it used to be just to discuss training to talk with All Might, Izuku keeps bringing up random other aspects of his day, and Kacchan looks just as intent as when they’re fighting. Izuku doesn’t know what to make of this. They also walk to and from class, again they talk about whatever. Kacchan even said that he found a cool rock the other day.
(That’s friend behavior, right? You talk about cool rocks?)
But as soon as they started having study sessions…
“Hey Kacchan, what does this question mean?” ended up becoming a twenty minute discussion about childhood memories which led to them rewatching an animated movie about the power of love on Kacchan’s bed, undisturbed and lying tangled around each other.
What. The. Heck.
Kacchan was watching a movie with him. Lying on his chest and worst of all, HOLDING HIS HAND, PLAYING WITH IT and it was all so natural. It took all he had to not kiss him on the lips for the two hours the film played.
Unfortunately for poor, sweet Izuku’s fragile soul, every Friday onward ended up looking just like that. He got used to it of course, can’t say the same for Mina, Sero, Iida or Satou who all have walked in once or twice. Talk about awkward.
They started holding hands more often too.
Walking together? Why not join hands? Watching a movie? Why not intertwine the fingers? Sitting at their desks watching their friends complain about homework? Why not hold on as if you never want to let go?
Yes, Izuku had gotten too used to it, shut up.
They started having staring contests. Setting the scene; it’s the middle of dinner and Izuku asks for salt, looking at Kacchan expectantly. The latter returns the look and they are locked onto each other’s eyes for the next two minutes until Izuku blinks, shedding a tear. Kacchan looks way too smug.
They went on dates??? Maybe, Izuku can’t really tell but that a sign that it’s a possibility right-
“Deku,”
“Kacchan?” Izuku inquires. Kacchan rolls his eyes and points at the laptop besides them.
“You were badgering me on watching Tangled earlier and now you’re just staring into space. What’s up with that,”
Izuku argues with himself for a second. Is this even worth asking? What if Kacchan just thinks that it ruins the mood and they’ll never be the same again? What if something does come out of it? What happens if it doesn’t work out? What if-
“Oi! Deku!,” Kacchan scowls. It’s not very harsh, just slightly annoyed-looking. Izuku finds a particular sense of smugness in the fact he only scowls like that when he’s concerned.
“Kacchan,” He hums as if telling him to go on. “This is a serious question.”
“Ask it then,”
Izuku sighs.
Now or never.
“What are we?”
Kacchan stares at him, looking stupefied as Izuku picks at his fingernails and rambles on.
“Sorry if that sounds weird, but like we’ve been getting closer lately, right? And… I don’t know, it kinda seems like maybe you’re flirting or that you like me back and-“
“Izuku Midoriya,” He gapes at the usage of the full name. “You stupid fuck, we’re dating!”
“WHAT?!”
“You thought we weren’t dating-“
“WE NEVER EVEN KISSED-“
“So? We went on like 50 dates in the last 2 months. You’re literally wrapped around me like a fucking blanket,” He pauses, glancing into Izuku’s eyes seemingly searching for some understanding to pop up. “What else could we possibly be?”
Hearing that did things to him. He lurches forwards and clumsily attaches his lips onto Kacchan’s and kisses him fervently until they’re out of air. It was a terrible kiss, in all honesty, messy and inexperienced but he finds himself thinking he would do it a million times over if it’s Kacchan.
Izuku stares at Kacchan, who’s expression is so blank yet so expressive as his closed eyes bring more attention to his bright red face.
Kacchan opens his eyes and starts speaking.
“We’re dating. Now you know.”
“You’re not asking?”
“Like you would say no,”