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“No shitty hair,” Katsuki groans, placing his elbows on the bar and leaning his head forward into his hands, “I can’t just fuckin’ ‘talk to him’. Who the fuck do you think I am?”
“Someone who knows how to handle their emotions with relative ease?” Eijirou suggests, though the tone of his voice tells Katsuki that he knows that’s not actually true.
Katsuki rolls his eyes as he lets his arms fall back down, before raising his hand and holding up the number two, signaling that he wants two more shots. He’s already a bit tipsy so what more could two shots really do?
A lot, apparently. Since now he’s sitting here, making friends with everybody at the bar (he doesn’t fucking make friends, he hates people), instead of talking to the one person he really wants to talk to. With that, drunk him has also decided to make fun of the one person he really wants to talk to.
All because he’s too nervous to talk to him because of how pretty his fucking face is. Like who gave him permission to be that gorgeous? Not Katsuki, that’s for sure.
“No cuz like, he’s always stuttering all the time,” Katsuki’s words are starting to slur together but he makes a very very conscious effort to keep that from happening. “And it’s so annoying cuz, like, he’s always apologizing for no reason and, god, don’t get me started on his rambling. But he’s fuckin’ gorgeous and it’s so annoying. Jeez, I hate him..”
His friends, and other people at the bar, but mostly his friends, stare at him in disbelief. He’s not the kind of person to drunkenly rant about his crush (not that he’d admit he has a crush on Izuku). That’s not him.
Izuku is literally on the other side of the room and Katsuki could very well go up to him and tell him everything that he feels. Katsuki could go up there and tell him how pretty he finds Izuku. But nope, he won’t do that. Why won’t he do that, though? Because he is way too emotionally fucked up to admit his feelings.
Hell, he doesn’t even know what his feelings are exactly because when he looks at Izuku all he wants to do is smack the shit out of him. It makes him angry how absolutely beautiful Izuku is. Like, it genuinely, physically pains him to stare at Izuku for too long because just… damn.
He’s got such big, green eyes that Katsuki just wants to stare into forever but also wants to look away from as quickly as possible because, jeez, he’s pretty sure the damn things can see into Katsuki’s every thought. And Izuku’s freckles? Katsuki loves his freckles so much. He just wants to count each and every single one. He wants to comb his fingers through his hair and get stuck on a curl. He wants to- Ugh, he doesn’t even know what he wants anymore.
“He really should think before he comes out here looking all gorgeous,” Katsuki waves at the bartender to signal that he wants another shot.
“Nope,” Mina chimes in, cutting between him and the bartender, “he’ll have a water to sober up a bit, he’s done drinking for the night, thank you!” She says to the bartender who nods and then she turns to Katsuki, “I am cutting you off for the night, buddy.”
“No ‘m fine, not even that fuckin’ drunk,” Katsuki licks his lips, staring up at his friend.
“Nope, I know that you’re quick to sober up so we’re gonna let you do that and then we’re gonna get out of here,” Mina concludes, sitting back down in her seat as the bartender brings over a glass of water, “drink that, you dumbass.”
Katsuki rolls his eyes and scoffs at her but drinks the water anyway. He has work in the morning and can’t afford to have a terrible hangover.
“He’s just so fuckin’ pretty,” Katsuki lets his eyes travel over to where Izuku is dancing, “I fucking hate him.”
“Why’s that?” Another person asks, someone Katsuki can’t be bothered to put a name to. It’s someone he met tonight though, that’s for sure. Definitely not someone he knew from back in high school.
Katsuki runs a rough hand through his hair. He doesn’t really know why he hates him, to be honest. He just hates that he’s so perfect. He decides on taking another sip of his water to allow himself some thinking time. He’s always been horrible with feelings and being asked why he hates Izuku just puts into perspective how terrible with feelings he truly is.
Katsuki shakes his head, “Because-” He cuts himself off, gesturing toward Izuku across the room (he’s too drunk to care about the fact that Izuku definitely saw him gesture toward him), “Do you see him? Look at him. Just fuckin’ look. Who gets to be that damn gorgeous? It’s infuriating. Despite all his stupid fuckin’ speech mannerisms and all the stupid shit about him he’s so cool and he’s pretty and I can’t fucking stand it. He’s out of my league and that makes me angry.”
He drinks the rest of his water and watches Izuku from afar. He gets served another glass of water, courtesy of Mina asking the bartender for another. His quirk allows him to sober up quicker than the average person, so he should be fine in, like, 45 minutes, probably. He’d be way more coherent in, like, 15 if he had to guess.
Though, he is still drunk so don’t quote him on that.
He takes a deep breath and looks away from Izuku, the room is dim so he can’t see him very well anyway, “I think my life is ruined.”
“Why?” Denki’s voice comes from somewhere behind him.
Katsuki rolls his eyes, “Because I don’t have fuckin’ Deku. Obviously.”
Eijirou places his hand on Katsuki’s shoulder and gives it a quick squeeze, “You could always just ask him out, y’know? It’d be the manly thing to do. After you’re sober though.”
“There’s no way he likes me in the slightest, I’d make a fuckin’ fool of myself,” Katsuki rolls his eyes and finishes the rest of his water.
He talks with his friends and the other people here (who he was making friends with, apparently) until he feels basically sober. His friends have still been buying from the bar, so it’s not like they’re being completely useless. Mina has been sipping on the same mixed drink for the last 30 minutes, Denki has just been buying soda because he didn’t want to drink tonight, same with Eijirou since he has work in the morning, even Jirou joined them tonight and she’s been taking a couple shots here and there, while mostly just sipping on a mixed drink like Mina, and Hanta is approaching the level of drunk where Mina cuts him off, much like Katsuki.
Before Katsuki can even take note of what’s happening, he’s being pulled across the room by Izuku and all Katsuki can focus on is the feeling of Izuku’s hand on his own.
It wasn’t some, like, movie type of touch where sparks flew throughout his entire body, Izuku has touched his hands many times before, they grew up together for christ’s sake. He’s felt Izuku’s touch before.
But somehow it felt different. Maybe it’s just because of the fact that he was thinking about Izuku so much just moments before. Maybe it’s the fact that it was unexpected. Hell, maybe it’s even because of the fact that Katsuki has been touch starved for the last 5 years that even the slightest touch from someone he likes has him obsessing over it. Who knows? All he knows is that all he can focus on is Izuku’s touch.
Izuku has rough hands but (he’s a hero, he works hard), somehow, it’s the most gentle touch ever.
The two slow down after making it all the way across the room and then outside, “Are you sober?” is the first thing Izuku asks, which catches Katsuki very off guard.
“Unfortunately.” Katsuki grumbles, “Mina cut me off about an hour ago.”
“Good,” Izuku smirks and that just makes Katsuki even more attracted to him because why does he look so good when he smirks like that? It pisses Katsuki off. “I’ve heard you talking about me.”
“Have you?”
Izuku nods, “I heard you making fun of the way I talk.”
“You mutter too much,” Katsuki, ironically, mutters.
Izuku chuckles, rubbing at his neck in a way Katsuki knows he’s nervous, “And you’ve been looking at me since I walked in there but you haven’t spoken to me at all.”
Katsuki shrugs, “You should take it as a compliment, nerd.”
“What do you mean?” Izuku rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, which, again, just makes him even more gorgeous and Katsuki is sure he can’t handle it.
“Nothing.” Katsuki shakes his head, not wanting to accidentally confess his feelings or some stupid shit like that.
“No Kacchan,” Izuku presses, staring into Katsuki’s eyes, which obviously makes it so that Katsuki has to look into his gorgeous green ones, “what do you mean I should take it as a compliment? You getting drunk off your ass and making fun of my mumbling?”
“It’s your fault for being so gorgeous,” Katsuki tells him before he even has a chance to think about it. Maybe he isn’t 100% sober yet because he doesn’t think there’s any way that a sober him would say that to Izuku’s face. But he said it and now he’s just about ready to let the world swallow him up whole.
Yes, even Katsuki can get embarrassed.
He doesn’t even know what he’s thinking at this point anymore. Feelings are so fucking stupid to him that he just turns them all into anger. Fury.
Sadness? Nope, just angry.
Happy? Nope, just angry.
Attraction? Nope, he’s just mad at that person for being so damn gorgeous. For making him feel the way he feels. He’s just fucking pissed at Izuku for making him feel the way he does.
He’s angry.
Except, is he really? He’s been needing to take a step back and really look at his thoughts and feelings and right now, even he has to admit that he definitely has a crush on Izuku.
“I’m gorgeous?” Izuku giggles, hiding his smile behind his hand, which makes Katsuki angry because he realizes that he really wants to see that smile.
Yeah, this is hopeless. He’s in love.
“Yeah and I fuckin’ hate that I know there’s no way you like me too.” There. It’s been said and now Katsuki can go home and probably end up working out to get his anger out because, hey, in the years he’s been working on healthy coping mechanisms for his anger, and doing things he enjoys is one of them. He enjoys working out.
“Hm, you know that I don’t like you back?” Izuku raises an eyebrow up at Katuski who just nods, “I guess I’ll just go home then. All alone,” He says with a weird undertone that Katsuki can’t quite place. Izuku is turning away and getting ready to walk off before he says, “Unless you wanna come with me?”
It’s moreso an offer than a question and Katsuki just stares at Izuku awestruck. He knows it’s likely a very Izuku-esque expression but he doesn’t even care because Izuku just offered for Katsuki to head home with him.
Is this real?
By the look on Izuku’s (very fucking beautiful) face, it is.
As much as Katsuki would love to take Izuku up on that offer, he should really get home himself as he does have work in the morning and he’d like to get some sleep after being forced to go out with his damn friends.
He doesn’t want to just flat-out deny Izuku though, so he takes a few steps forward, catching up to where Izuku is standing now, and takes Izuku’s face into his hands, “Can I kiss you?”
Izuku stutters out a mumbled, “W-well, okay- yeah.” He chuckles into the kiss.
The kiss is everything Katsuki has wanted and then some and so, yeah, Katsuki finds himself not even minding the stuttering or the mumbling and he realizes, hey, maybe he never did mind in the first place.