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(Haven't looked over for a spelling check, I apologize.)
It was eight o’clock on the dot when Katsuki’s doorbell rang for the first time. The blond man grunted as he was winding down for the night and getting ready for bed.
“Who the hell goes ringin’ on people’s doors at this time of night?” Katsuki grumbled, stalking over toward his clean, shiny apartment door. He whipped the piece of wood open with much more aggression than needed, sighing through his nose when he saw nobody there. He stuck his head into the hallway and searched either side of himself… only to see nobody.
Katsuki growled and shook his head, ready to slam the door shut before a glint of piercing white was caught in the corner of his eyes. On the floor, in front of his doorway, was a neatly placed envelope, written on with an array of colors presenting the simple words “ Bakugou Katsuki” .
Katsuki squinted at the envelope, sharp, ruby eyes assessing it as if unsure if he should even pick it up. “Fuck it,” He rolled his eyes, shrugging his shoulders lightly before reaching down to pick up the crisp envelope.
Checking the hall once again, he stashed the envelope in his pocket and slammed his door closed, locking it after a sensation of unease crawled up his spine.
The envelope was pulled out of his pocket when he sat on the couch, chugging a glass of water. He threw the paper onto his glass coffee table, staring at it. He believed the phrase was; curiosity killed the cat . And, as he truly wasn’t that curious (chalking the letter up to fan mail), he picked the paper up and tossed it in the trashcan on the way to his room, where he fell asleep soon after, soundly and normally.
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The next night followed the same example. It was eight o’clock on the dot when Katsuki heard his doorbell ring. He was in the middle of brushing his teeth when it happened.
He growled, still going through the motions as he wade his way to answer the door. “Whatever fucking loser doesn't have the decency to leave me alone this late can deal with my fuckin’ germs.” He spat into the sink on his way to the door, brushing much more aggressively than recommended by his dentist.
Once again, the door was opened and not a body was seen or found, only a crisp, white letter with his name scrawled in pretty, yet messy handwriting.
He snatched the letter off the ground, recognizing the handwriting from the night before. This time, he didn’t check the hallway before ducking back into his home. Though he was sure to lock his door tight before he left the entryway.
The letter was thrown on the living room coffee table while he finished brushing his teeth.
Where it was then found moments later, ripped open without any more hesitancy. He immediately noticed the colored ink the entirety of the letter was written in. Green ink.
Dear Kacchan,
Do you mind if I call you Kacchan? I see you didn’t read my first letter, that’s okay! Honestly, it was kind of embarrassing anyways. But! Not the point-... Even though I’d love it if you did.
I just wanted to comment on today's fight. Though I know you don’t need my commentary but I love to give it to you. I adore you of course. You did so amazingly, I was so stunned in the crowd watching you beat up those villains. Beautiful work!! And beautiful you, I mean, you’re gorgeous. But of course, you already know that! You handled everything so well (Even the press! I know you hate them.) I think if you twisted to the left a bit more when doing your AP-shot curves, you could handle villains even more effectively! Of course, this is a simple thing I theorized so it may not work at all but even then, you make everything work. (AND look hot doing it!) Okay, I will stop my nerd vomit ranting for tonight, I know you’re tired (after such a hard day!!), so make sure to sleep well! I couldn’t have my favorite hero tired and pliant for any bad guys to take advantage of!
Good night, my king . I’ll see you tomorrow bright and early! <33
With much love and adoration,
Your secret admirer.
Katsuki finished the letter, flabbergasted. “This dickhead has the nerve to correct MY moves??! I think the fuck not!” Explosions erupted out of his hands on instinct, blasting the paper within his grip into ashes that fluttered all over his living room carpet.
He was getting heated quickly. First of all! How did he know Katsuki didn’t read the letter, the one that was still sitting in his garbage bin? Secondly! What the fuck even was this?! And who the hell is Kacchan ?? And if he wasn’t pissed off, or this was a different circumstance, he would acknowledge the relation of his hero name more-so.
Hastily, he fished out the other letter, the original one laying sadly in his wastebasket. He wasn’t sure why he was even interacting with this creepy fanmail, but something about it made his skin crawl in a not-so-horrifying way. He ripped the envelope uncaringly and fished the letter out. This letter was written in the same green ink as the one before.
Dear Katsuki Bakugou,
Hello!! You don’t know me, but I know you. I have been a fan of yours… forever ! I won’t say much today, because this is kind of an introduction, but I’ll be so happy if you read this! I love you very much, and hopefully, in due time, you’ll see that too! You’ll see how much I appreciate you, adore you. Today was a long day, remember to stretch before bed, handsome! I could say so much but I don’t want to waste your precious time, so goodnight. Sleep well, my king . <33
With much love and adoration,
Your secret admirer.
“What… the absolute fuck.” Katsuki’s anger had melted down to shock, drowsiness, and utter annoyance. He was too tired to deal with this bullshit any longer. So, he threw the paper on the table in front of him, rubbed his face, and headed to bed, (after double-checking the locks in the house).
Tonight he took longer to fall asleep, eyes darting around in the darkness for anything suspicious or out of the ordinary.
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Katsuki grunted as he heavy his door open, finally allowing himself to limp as he reached the safety of his home. His eye met the camera above his doorway, waving to the security that was probably behind it. About a year ago, when he moved into this place, he had gotten high-tech security placed all around the apartment. He was a famous pro hero, after all, of course, he wanted to feel safe in his own home.
It was ten o’clock and he was just getting off work, injured but nobody knew that. It wasn’t bad enough that he needed to call medical, just enough that he knew his dumbass friends would try to put him out of work for a few days.
Katsuki wasn’t a pussy.
The blonde man ignored the usual pile of mail by his door, instead making his way straight to the bathroom to inspect his leg. He wasn’t actually sure what was wrong but he knew it hurt like ass.
He groaned as he pulled his hero suit’s pant leg up, blood smearing across his tanned skin. There was a significant gash along his calf, where that fucker had slashed at him during the fight that was prolonged longer than normal.
He hissed as he grabbed some stuff to clean it, smothering some anti-bacterial sanitizer across the wound. He was sure he would heal up just fine in a couple of days, as he always did, but he would need to be careful during the next few fights. (He wasn’t worried about the wound, more about those dumbasses finding out about it and benching him for a few days.)
It was a quick process, one Katsuki understood thoroughly and practiced often. He managed to find some leftovers in the fridge, too exhausted to cook at the moment before finally sitting down to relax on the couch.
Except, someone seemed to have a different idea. The doorbell rang, Katsuki froze. And then he growled in anger. Marching to the door, he whipped it open. As usual, there was nobody in sight. But there was a letter on his doorstep, shining with glee at being acknowledged. Katsuki almost slammed the door without picking it up until the curiosity got the better of him.
Curiosity killed the cat . His mind helpfully supplied, not for the first time.
“I’m gonna get fuckin’ killed.” Katsuki snarked under his breath, slamming his door in the usual fashion.
Only now to think of it, he wasn’t sure how this creep was getting these letters here… or how they knew his address.
Katsuki froze mid-step, body tensing entirely, breath halting. He stayed in that position for a long moment, mind reeling. Before he took the step, and then another, towards his living room. The couch gracefully accepted his presence.
He ripped the letter open, the paper sliding out easily.
Dear Kacchan,
WHAT AN AMAZING FIGHT!! You looked so cool (and handsome, of course)!! I noticed you tried out my advice, it seemed to work out really well (as you blasted that villain into a wall forty feet away). You’re so awesome, I get so giddy writing these letters to you knowing you’ll read them. You’re so perfect, the best person I have ever seen.
I did see you get hurt though, (don’t worry, that little fucker is getting what he deserves). I know you won't take any time off work to heal because you never do, but please, be careful!! Your health is very important Kacchan, even if you don’t acknowledge that very often! I know you’ll have it taken care of as soon as you get home, you’re good like that. I also know there are leftovers in the fridge, remember to eat!
It's very late, so I’ll leave you alone. Rest well my king , sweet dreams. (That reminds me, I hope I wasn’t the reason you had trouble falling asleep last night! That would make me very sad. I don’t mean to trouble you with these letters, I just want to praise you and talk to you. You’re the best and I want you to know that! Even though I’m sure you do know that…)
Anyways! Good night, I love you <33
As always, with deepest affection,
Your secret admirer.
Katsuki felt his spine chill with frostbite, the cold nipping at every corner of his mind.
I also know there are leftovers in the fridge , remember to eat!
His eyes were wide, breath stalled, hands shaking. He dropped the container he was holding of a previous dinner onto the coffee table. The plastic clattered loudly in the deafening silence of his apartment.
I hope I wasn’t the reason you had trouble falling asleep last night !
It was as if the air around him had still, molecules frozen in place and atoms staring at him.
- that little fucker is getting what he deserves...
Katsuki dropped the paper, hands loose and shaking. His back was full of tense muscles, his eyes darting all over the empty space around him.
“Where are you.” Katsuki growled, his voice shaking with both paranoia and anger.
He did not sleep that night, and neither did he finish his food.
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It had been a week since he read the last green-inked letter. Each night there was a ring of his doorbell, and each night Kastuki barely slept, staring at his door with guarded and tired eyes, a computer placed at his side as he scanned his home security feed in an attempt to make himself feel better.
He wasn’t sure how this creep knew what he knew, or even why . But he was sure that none of this shit was going to slide with him. His home was on constant lockdown, he rarely left unless for work. No one in, no one out.
Katsuki didn’t even acknowledge the letters as they piled up in front of his door. All white and crisp and neat, and all presenting his name in the same pretty, yet sloppy handwriting. But, he sure as hell was becoming more and more pissed off.
Especially when the little fucker changed tactics, sending a letter to his work where all of his colleagues could see. (Most of his closest colleagues being his dumbass friends mentioned previously.)
“Bakugou~” Denki’s singsong tone dropped by Katsuki’s office, where he was gearing up for the day. “You’ve got mail.” He dropped the letter on Katsuki’s desk. The ash-blond man froze his movements, eyes wide as he stared at the letter momentarily.
Kirishima sauntered in, grin a mile wide and glistening under the crisp lights of the agency's building. “Woah dude,” Kirishima’s smile dropped. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, are you okay buddy?”
That snapped Katsuki out of his stupor. He aggressively threw on his gloves. “I’m fuckin’ fine, shithead.” Katsuki grunted, not looking at either of the men. Once his gloves were situated he snatched the letter from his desk and tossed it in a wastebasket systematically. “Isn’t there a system for mail?? How am I getting fucking fanmail at work?!” Katsuki sneered, finishing throwing his suit together before stomping away.
“Jeez, what’s all up in his panties?” Denki sidemouthed to Kirishima, who was watching Katsuki strut off with a weird look.
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Katsuki slammed the door with extra passion once he got home. He was stressed, pissed off, and paranoid. And tired as fuck. Kirishima had been getting on him about his mood, trying to understand what was wrong ever since the letter incident earlier this morning.
Seeing a letter, delicately presented on his kitchen counter did not, in any case, help his mood in the slightest. He stormed over to it, ripping it open with his teeth and he tore off his gloves. The lettering was in green ink, as he was sure the million other letters on his doorstep were as well.
Dear Kacchan,
You haven’t been reading my letters. Why? Is something wrong? Did I do something wrong? Please tell me Kacchan, I’ll fix it! I’ve missed you, you look so tired. Please, I just want to help, tell me what to do, and I’ll do it!! I’d do anything for you Kacchan! You don’t have to ignore me, it's okay! I promise. Please, Kacchan. It hurts me to see you like this.
Sincerely,
Your secret admirer.
Katsuki’s heart stilled in fear. This letter was placed on his kitchen counter . He checked the windows, every one of them was locked. His door was locked… How the hell did someone get in?
At this point, the letter was on the ground, and Katsuki was hyperventilating. His mind was running faster than he could catch up. His eyes were darting around, his body shaking. His breath trembled. His mind was slowly being taken over by the gripping darkness of fear.
“You were in my house .” Katsuki gritted out, teeth chattering, tears welling up in his eyes.
He had felt this fear very few times. This heavy, all-encasing quicksand pit of darkness that crawled across his mind and swallowed him whole. Terror .
He was feeling pure, terror .
Before he could think any better of it, he ripped a hoodie out of his closet and charged out of the door, jogging away from his apartment without so much as looking back. After some time he arrived at a small cafe he had never visited before. It was late, he was surprised they were still open.
The casual lighting of the small building was comforting, providing a safe haven in which Katsuki collided against the booth chair, body heavy and hot. He whipped his phone out, not replying to the welcoming, startled barista as he accessed his home security system. He watched with an analytic gaze as seconds turned into minutes, which turned into hours. There was no sign of anyone coming in or out during his absence. The letter hadn’t been caught until just moments before he got home, but that didn’t make the time of the appearance definite.
Katsuk could put one and one together, understanding now that this creep, (stalker?) had managed to access his in-home cameras. Ad by the looks of it, he was a damn good hacker. That is how he knew about the tragic loss of rest, the leftovers in the fridge.
“Goddamnit.” Katsuki growled lowly, only now thankful he said no to having cameras installed in the bathroom. He was sure his creep would have gotten a kick out of that. His lip curled in disgust.
“Uhm, good night sir… How can I help you?” The barista asked hesitantly, not sure she should intervene in whatever he was doing.
Katsuki took a deep breath, not meaning to startle the young girl. “Uhm, just a coffee. Black.” His gruff voice cut out, his eyes darting in between the girl and his screen.
“That’ll be out in a few minutes.” She smiled nervously. He must be scarier than he thought. A deeply dug part of himself boasted in pride over the fact that he was intimidating, and the rest of himself didn’t really care enough to acknowledge it.
A sudden ringing was heard from his phone and Katsuki’s body stiffened. He watched with bated breath as the scene stayed the same until another letter was slid under his door, carefully placed directly in the center.
He growled audibly, clenching the device tighter in his grasp. Shutting his phone off, he slammed it against the table, throwing his head back against the booth. Katsuki’s breathing was finally evening out as the same girl from earlier delivered his coffee. He nodded in appreciation and she blush lightly, bouncing away to help another customer.
“Fucking hell.” He whispered, eyes closed and head tilted back.
He wasn’t sure what to do at this point.
If he disabled the cameras, creep couldn’t see him any longer But then there was just that much more of a chance of them getting in undetected. Hell, creep could've been at his place all day and he wouldn’t have known anyway!
It frustrated the blond pro hero to no end.
He wasn’t sure if he should alarm his dumbasses, and see if he could stay with them. Or if he should just stick it out. That second option sounded more appealing than explaining his whole situation and dealing with his psychotic friends for the rest of his days. But that was just him being a hardheaded douche.
He knew it would be smarter to alert his friends and stay with one of them rather than go back to his home, but honestly. Katsuki was tired. He was tired of being scared and although he knew his friends loved him and had good intentions, he had no energy to deal with them.
So that, is how Katsuki ended up back at his home, goosebumps covering his skin, eyes staring daringly into the cameras.
“I’m disabling these and you’ll keep your creepy little ass outta my apartment if you know what’s good for ya. I ain’t afraid to blast you to hell.” He threatened, teeth grinding together. He clicked a few buttons and made a call, successfully cutting off the video feed. He disabled the cameras. Then, even with the goosebumps lingering on his skin, he changed into pajamas and rolled into his bed, head heavy with anxiety and pain and body tough with stress. But he was tired. It didn’t take long for his sleep-deprived consciousness to fleet away, collapsing into the darkness of unconsciousness.
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The morning sun was bright, waking the groggy Katsuki even though he longed to sleep longer, finally resting after a week of paranoia and anxiety resting their weight on his back.
He went through the morning motions, eating, brushing his teeth, and collecting the mail. It was, surprisingly easy at 11 am. Katsuki couldn’t remember the last time his body allowed him to sleep in this late. He didn’t even sleep like this in his teenage years. (Like he ever had a chance with the constant villain drama.)
Katsuki felt as refreshed as he could be, the anxiety only lingering briefly for now. He was sure it would dogpile on him later, but for now, he could breath easy.
What was also lingering, was the anger. He dumped out the wire wastebasket from his bedroom with a furious smirk. Ripping his door open and scaring a passing lady and her dog half to death, he made a show of picking up the pile of envelopes in front of his door, (from which he had yet to interact with) and duped them in the wastebasket, harshly placing the basket on the ground beside his door.
His grin was feral as he stomped back into his home and locked the door shut.
The rest of the day was relatively quiet. He stayed home the whole day, trying to relax on his one day off in forever. The night was winding down and with his anxiety eased somewhat, Katsuki was hoping to settle down in bed and go to sleep.
Of course, again, this wasn’t the case.
Katsuki felt ice slide through his body, covering his bones and chilling his veins as the doorbell chimed throughout his apartment. He was quick to answer, hoping to catch the creep in their tracks, but as he threw his door open, nothing was out of the ordinary besides a single letter placed in front of his doorway. He noticed the wastebasket was missing now, the letters gone with it.
He slowly reached down to the letter, letting the cool paper glide into his unsure hands. Red eyes glared down the hallway, his door closing quietly. The letter was almost taunting, the way his name was written just the same as before, the way the envelope was crisp and clean, no dirt, no smudges.
Katsuki almost apreciated the state it was kept in, until he remembered why it was in his hands. A chill ran up his pine like a mouse across a kitchen. His body shivered becuase of the feeling
Carefully, he opened the letter while walking to the kitchen counter, intent on throwing the letter away immediately. The counter was cool against his flush, sweaty skin.
I’m sorry Kacchan, I’m not scary, I promise. I would never hurt you. I love you, please don’t cry because of me. Your tears are too precious to be wasted on someone like me. I wish I could just talk to you so you know you don’t have be scared. But I can’t. I’m sorry.
The letter wasn’t addressed or signed to or by anyone but Katsuki knew. He knew that they knew. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling anymore. One one hand, he was angry and fearful, but on the other… Katsuki felt like this person really believed what they were saying.
So, he wrote on the back of the note, finding a random marker on the counter and jotting something down before he could think any better of it.
Didn’t you know it’s fucking creepy to have a goddamn obsessed stalker, you Deku?
He wrote down on the back of the note, crossing out his name on the envelope with his big black marker, and writing down the word; DEKU .
He shoved the paper back into the pristine white envelope roughly, crinkling it before throwing it out his open door, watching it flutter randomly onto the floor right infront of the entryway. The door was then locked securely. He was sure the message would get back to the creep somehow.
But he was tired, to tired to care enough to think more on how his action might affect him later. So he slouched into his room, rolled into his bed, and closed his eyes without giving another thought to his green inked Deku.
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Katsuki blinked as he stepped out of his door, work clothes on. There was a different letter in front of his foot, laying innocently with his name scrawled in green ink. The blond man ssnatched the letter up, glancing down the hallway although he knew it was pointless, and opened the letter.
Dear Kacchan,
I didn’t expect you to reply (Please don’t stop?). Deku, thats a new one. But I like it, coming from you. I’d like anything from you honestly. I’m not a stalker either… I’m just… well… I don’t know. But stalker is an ugly word with bad connotations, relations I do not identify with! SO I’m not a stalker, just a… pursuant. Yes. You’re off to work by now, right? Be safe, my king . (Watch that leg!)
With all the love in the world,
Your Deku.
Katsuki huffed with narrowed eyes, almost tempted to write back once again. He stuffed the paper in his pocket, locking up before making his way to work.
The shitsqaud was signed up for his usual areas today, with made rounds very loud and obnoxious. Especially with Denki all fired up and energetic for some reason.
“Bakugou! We gotta try this new karaoke place downtown!” Denki hit his arm, causing Katsuki to sneer at him.
“Ouu~ I heard they have super dope food.” Sero chimed in with a grin, shoulder-chucking Denki.
“I’m so in!” Mina announced, bouncing in excitement.
Kirishima chuckled at his friends, lightly ramming into Katsuki’s bounding figure. “You gonna come out tonight, Bakubro?” He questioned, tone softer than normal.
“No.” Katsuki bit out. It was obvious to the people around him that he was in a very specific mood.
“C’mon dude!” Denki slapped his back unexpectedly, causing Katsuki to jolt forward. “You need to get layed,” He snickered, whining when Mina slapped him atop the head. “What-!?”
“You haven’t been out with us in ages, Bakubae.” She moaned, grasping onto his arm and dropping his weight on him. Katsuki turned to Kirishima, who was giving him puppy eyes and the blonde man groaned.
“What-the fuck-ever ya’ assholes.” Katsuki rolled his eyes at their cheers, growling when they tried jumping on him. They backed off hastily, accepting what they had gotten out of him already.
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Rounds had never been more annoying. Katsuki couldn’t believe he had agreed to go out with these idiots for an extended period of time. But here he was, sitting grumpily at a table watching one of his best friends ruin their vocal cord on stage.
“-NEVAH, EVAH, EVAH, GETTIN’ BACK TOGETHER!” Denki screeched, Mina screaming along with him. The crowd was siphening their enthusiasm, getting into the song as the pair danced and screamed. Katsuki was mostly indifferent to the noise, having grown half deaf over the years of using his quirk.
Katsuki watched the crowd participate by clapping to the beat, joyous faces spread throughout the room, winces as Denki’s voice broke, grins at the idiotic enthusiasm. He felt so separated from those joyous faces, the ones the crowd shared, the ones his friends had… And yet, he couldn’t find it in himself to do anything about it.
Denki coughed when he came back to the table, chasing the dryness of his throat with a hefty drink, sputtering afterward. That caused the table to erupt in laughs. Katsuki watched his friends banter playfully, content grins settled on their faces.
“Bakubae! Come sing with us~” Mina’s drunk ass tugged on Katsuki’s arm, trying to drag his solid-wall-muscled self out of his chair. He watched her attempt with a raised brow. She giggled, slapping him instead. “Come onnnn~!”
Katsuki shook his head, pulling away from her. “You gotta pay me good money to get up on that stage.” Even then… He thought, rolling his eyes.
“Puhleasee~!” Mina whined, slapping him again.
Katsuki growled at her but stood up anyway, shoving his chair into the table. “Get the fuck on with it already.” He sighed heavily, glaring at everything in sight.
Mina giggled girlishly, dragging both him and Jirou (Who had a hard time saying no to Mina’s puppydog eyes) up on stage. She chose a song for them and sauntered away, laughing maniaclly. Katsuki’s eyes narrowed and he groaned loudly as he saw the song title.
But he would look like a pussy if he backed away now.
He shared a look with Jirou, realizing they were on the same level of not wanting to be there and tried to nod empathetically. She smiled a small, nervous smile at him and the music began.
Just to spite their group it seemed that they had made silent agreement to do their best dual cover of Oops, I did it again by Brittany Spears. The crowd was once again clapping again, there were the occasional hollers and hoots. Their voices melded together so well Katsuki couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction as he shared another look with Jirou, who was now grinning confidently.
The song ended quicker than either of them expected and the cheers that followed were all too intoxicating. As Katsuki was exiting the stage, his eyes met viridian ones. The sparkle of joy and adoration held within them had Katsuki freezing. It wasn’t just his eyes though, his entire face was just too cute. His hair was green and curly, messy beyond belief. His skin was light and glittering under the club’s lights. His cheeks were dotted with a small collection of freckles, giving Katsuki the urge to rush up to him and squeeze him tight.
Their gazes held and Katsuki watched the green haired mans amazed smile melt into a soft look of awe. His cheeks lit up with an adorable blush. That face was one he could monopolize forever and ever. Katsuki was pulled back into the land of the living when Kirishima grabbed his shoulders, tugging him into a stumbled hug. His gaze was ripped from the other man’s and he was half tempted to shove his friend away to search for the eyecapturing man.
Kirishima pulled away and he searched for the man, not seeing him anywhere. A small frown replaced the proud smirk. The night didn’t last much longer after that. Katsuki soon grew tired, as it was getting close to his usal bed time. He had a strict schedule (Well, as strict as one could be in his career and latest predicament) and was always asleep in his bed by 8:32 pm if he could help it.
Katsuki arrived home with a sore throat (He put his heart and soul into that performance!) and a tired head. Not tired enough to miss the brand new envelope sitting at his doorstep. He groaned as he picked it up, shoving it in his pocket so he had free hands to unlock the door. His apartment was dark, the city shining outside his livingroom windows. Thankfully, the ruckus wasn’t head on as he was a few floors up.
Katsuki gulped down some water to soothe the upcoming headache he was gaining. He almost forgot about the letter in its entirety until it fell out of his pocket as he tried to grab his phone.
The letter was opened, with only the glittering lights of the city below to illuminate the words.
You looked beautiful tonight, my king . I would love it if you sang for me again sometime.
Again, the paper was not adressed to anyone, but Katsuki knew. He assumed the writer was in a hurry by the rushed tone of their handwriting. Katsuki froze.
That Deku was there tonight? He questioned to himself, glancing out the window.
“You could be anyone…” He whispered into the silence, the city lights doing little to calm his racing thoughts.
“Fuck. Me.” He exhaled the words, closing his eyes and leaning his body over the counter, resting his forehead against the cool counter.
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A few days followed with silence from the creep. Katsuki held his breath for the moment he saw that pristinly clean envelope but it never came. Katsuki wasn’t disappointed… but he wasn’t relieved either.
As weird as it sounded, coming from a pro heros standpoint, Katsuki thrived off of structure and consistancy. It made him antsy that his routine was broken for the unforeseeable future, the arrival of Deku’s word a mystery to him. He hated mysteries. He tried to persuade himself that this event didn’t effect him but he knew he was lying to himself. It was making him anxious, not knowing if he would hear from Deku again.
That’s why, when the chime of his doorbelll was heard at eight o’clock on the dot, Katsuki let out a small sigh of relief. The letter was delicately placed for him, he picked it up without bothering to look around.
By now, he had accuired a small letter opener to keep on his keychain, just because.
Dear Kacchan,
Sorry for my delay, I know how important habitual reality is to you. I was itching to write to you at every second of the day, but sadly, I was not able to. (Obviously.) I will try my hardest to not let this happen again, Kacchan, I can see how it upset you.
Sometimes I wish I could just reach out and grab you, hold you tight in my arms and praise you until the birds come home. Tell you how perfect you are how amazing you are in every capacity. I want to kiss, touch, feel every part of you. I want to hear the sounds you can make, the different tones you use depending on your mood. I want to see you in the morning when you wake up, the night when you got to sleep, and everything inbetween and after. I love you, Kacchan. You’re my perfect. I can’t wait for the day I’m able to cuddle against your hard chest and play with your hair. Is it fluffy? Or is it spiky like how it looks?
Sleep well, my king , I’ll see you soon.
With much love and adoration,
Your Deku.
As Katsuki thought it over, he realized Deku had used that phrase a few times. I’ll see you soon. What he someone he worked with? But it was obvious this guy was a fan, he spoke about constantly following him to fights and analyzing them. He tried to think back on recent fights. Was there someone he had seen and picked out of the crowd each time? Only now was when Katsuki was cursing his teenage self for not learning the skill to keep watch over the crowd and the villain simultaneously when his Sensei had tried to teach it.
And what could be so important to Deku that he had to prioritize over him ? This creep had made it pretty obvious how infatuated he was with the blond man.
Katsuki sighed, tossing the letter aside. He dragged his hands down his face tiredly, chugging some water before leaving to his room. He slipped into his bed and toyed around on his phone to pass the time. The drowsiness hadn’t began to wash over him yet.
He flitered to the security app he still had installed on his phone. The lingering thought of; should he turn the cameras back on? Appeared at the forefront of his mind. His logic was, if anything, if that Deku was planning on murdering him, he would have by now. Maybe it was being hopeful but could he set boundries with Deku?
It irked him that he was cornered into submission by a faceless person. He also hated not knowing what was going on at his home when he wasn’t around. Deku could hack, sure, but so far he had been the only one able to access his shit.And Deku seemed to be able to watch him from afar anyways. Katsuki figured that even if he ramped up the security (not like there was much more he could do, he wanted the best of the best of course), Deku’s obsessed ass would still find an in somehow.
Without thinking much more on it, Katsuki made the rash desision to turn the cameras back on. He reinstalled them in their original places before contacting the people needed and going through the short list of steps. Fifteen minutes later, his cameras were up and running again. All but the one in his bedroom, Katsuki wasn’t gullible enough to assume Deku would actually listen to him when he set these rules.
Katsuki’s phone got an alert that the cameras were up and going and he sighed, stepping out into the livingroom with a deep breath.
“Cameras are up, obviously.” He threw his hands up, gesturing to the room as he stared dead into the camera. He dragged a hand down his face, cocking his hip. “God, I can only assume you’ll see this somehow with your creepy ass hacking skills.” Katsuki groaned, not sure if he was speaking to himself or not…
The cameras red light blinked at him and he stayed quiet, unsure of exactly what to say.
“I don’t like that you’re snooping through my fuckin’ shit, but it doesn’t seem like you care. These camera’s aint for you but if you’re gonna be here anyways, we’re gonna set some ground rules.” He spoke sternly, leaning against the counter, still facing the livingroom camera. “Number one, stop fucking with my stuff, that little thing you pulled with trippin’ my cameras a while back was cute, but hella annoying. You’ve got skills, stop usin’ them on me or I’ll blow your fuckin’ head off once I find you.” Not garenteed I won’t.
“Number two.” He held up two fingers to the camera, waggling them momentarily. “Privacy is a thing that should be respected, you obviously haven’t learned this with the shit you’re pulling now.” His glare was heated. “But I don’t have the power to stop you right now, so you get away with it. Which pisses me the hell off. So do the bare minimum and don’t gaggle at my dick in the middle of the night, got it?”
“Oh, and three? Don’t come in my fuckin’ house, you loser. I assumed that would be a given but clearly I gotta cover that with you.” Katsuki’s tone grew harsher, he looked away from the camera, body heating in frustration. “Don’t even dream about that camera goin’ back up in my room. You don’t get that special privledge of seein’ my bare ass. Or watching me sleep. Ya’ creep.” He muttered that last part under his breath, his lip curling up into a snarl.
“I’ll find you eventually, but don’t think I won’t destroy your ass if you try anymore shit with me, Deku.” He spat the name, glaring into the depths of the camera, hoping that it caught his barely contained fury.
“I’m goin’ to fuckin’ sleep.” He huffed, pushing off the counter and walking away.
The door to his room was slammed closed, the punctuation to his lecture. The camera’s red light continued to blink rhythmically.
A smile was curled up behind those walls, cheeks flushed and breath stuttering. “Kacchan.”
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Kacchan,
You’re so cute when you’re angry. And hot. I just want to crawl in your lap and do all kinds of things to you when you yell at me like that. I want to ask for your forgiveness, beg for it and I want you to give it to me. Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan ! I just love saying it.
I’m a good listener, I promise. I can obey your rules. Even if I don’t like them. Especially the one about… what did you say? To not ‘gaggle at your dick in the middle of the night’?
Kacchan, you make this so hard for me. Explicitly when you compliment my skills like you did. You don’t understand the things you do to me Kacchan. But I can follow your orders, anytime, anyday. Don’t worry, I’m always your to command.
With the deepest affection,
Your Deku.
Ps. Please say my name more, I love it. I love it so much. Please.
Katsuki had choked on his breakfast while reading the letter that morning. He looked dead into the center of the camera with a rasied brow and wide eyes. “You’re a horny bastard, aren’t ya?” He snarked, tossing the paper away to finish his abandoned breakfast. He took his time with it, slowly digesting everything.
He had a horny stalker, who was super infatuated with him, and somehow snuck into every crevice of Katsuki’s life. And honestly, Katsuki was getting used to it. The fear didn’t creep up on him anymore The anxiety was much less, even if still present, and the anger was only sometimes…
“Fuck, Deku.” He groaned loudly, getting up to wash his dishes. After that he was out, on his way to work. He ensured the door was locked before stuffing the keys in his coat pocket. Katsuki groaned as his phone rang, it was one of the idiots.
“Shitty hair.” He greeted roughly, marching down the apartment's stairwell.
“Baku-Bro!” Katsuki immediately knew that this wasn’t a friendly pick me up call. “We need you down at the agency, there’s some team attacking and we can’t get a good grip on them!”
Katsuki was now running down the stairs, bolting out of the nice apartment lobby and jolting himself into the sky.
“On my way.” Was all he said before he hung up the phone.
He was there within minutes, instantly zeroing in a small group arracking his colleagues at the front of the building. He dropped down and blasted a few attackers out of the way, trying to get within vocal distance of his redheaded friend.
“Bakugou! We can handle these guys but theres a dude who managed to get passed us, he ran inside!” Katsuki only faintly reconized some of the PLF members who were previously known as the League of Villains as Kirishima yelled to him. He nodded and bolted into the building, his tunnel vision leading the way.
Floor by floor he checked for someone or something out of the ordinary but he saw that everything was very normal. It was once he reached the fifth floor that he knew.
“Kacchan?” The voice was quite, smooth like melted butter but shocked as if it didn’t expect the blonde to be here.
Katsuki froze The only person who had ever called him that was, “Deku.” He growled out, head whipping around in order to catch sight of the little freak. “You better not be here with those other villains, Deku, or I’ll blast your ass to next Tuesday!” The rage carried his voice well, causing it to bounce off the walls in an echo.
Suddenly, a body was pressed againt his back and a soft voice slithered into his ear. “Sorry.” The tone was genuinly apologetic and Katsuki was barely able to scream a “WHA-!” Before a sharp pain blossomed in his neck. His vision darkened and his body dropped to the floor.
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The first thing Katsuki saw was the gray color of the ceiling above him, his vision fluttering back into focus along with shouts of, who vaguely sounded, like his closest colleagues.
“He’s waking up guys!” Kirishima’s voice sounded in Katsuki’s ear, causing him to wince. “Bakugo! You’re not dead!” Katsuki wasn’t sure if this dumbass was crying, but it sounded like it.
The blond man groaned, sitting up like the dead from a grave. The hush that followed was immediate and startling, seconds later many voices were jumping out at Katsuki, causing him to wince again. He glared in confusion s the world once again became coherent around him. The rage came along with the memories of the events that lead up to his blackout. His knockout.
“Ohh, you’re so gonna get it.” He seethed. Katsuki shot up, storming through the crew that had gathered around his previously unconcious body. People tried to question him and grab at him, stop him but Katsuki was livid .
He stormed out of the agency, damn near kicking the door off its hinges as he growled past the the front floor employees. As used to his aggression as they were, most were startle dby his abrupt exit.
Katsuki found himself storming into his home within a minute, breaking any record he had previously. Immediately, he stomped over to the closest camera, snarling and panting. “You little FUCKER!!” He screamed, not giving any thought to his neighbors.
As Katsuki panted he felt stupid, screaming into a camera lens as if he would get some form of a reaction. Katsuki body slumped, hands still popping with mini explosions.
“YOU came into MY fucking house.” Katsuki sighed, exasperated. “MY home.” That were many things that this person had done so far to upset him, cause him to rage. So he wasn’t sure why he was so focused on this specific crime. Other than the fact that Katsuki’s apartment was his only safe haven, the only place mostly untouched by others during his time of living here. And for that emotional security being breached so easily sincerely upset him. “I’ll fuckin’ kill your villain ass when I manage to find you. That’s not a threat, its a promise, one that you can count on.” Katsuki snarled, an explosion popping out of his palm as he ended his speech.
Katsuki stomped back out of his apartment. He needed to go to hit something. He’s was sure shitty-hair would cover for him or give some kind of excuse if anyone asked.
Katsuki jogged to his local gym, (made for hero’s-only so they could work out in peace) and easily threw himself into his usual routine. He didn’t often come to the gym (as he didn’t have time for it) unless he was in a particularly horrible mood.
“Woah dude, you okay?” Someone asked after he almost threw a punching bag off of its hook, (that was bolted to the ceiling).
Katsuki grunted with a nod, toning down the aggresion midly in order to not break the gyms equitment.
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Katsuki was promptly back to ignoring the letters. They piled up in front of his door and on his work desk but he didn’t so much glance at them. One morning his phone rang with an unrecongized number. Katsuki answered it, expecting it to be a work connection he was scheduled to speak to.
Soft breathing was heard through the receiver, Katsuki waited for the caller to address themselves before saying anything to ensure this was the correct person, and not some creep. Creep… shit .
“Kacchanpleasedon’thangup!” the caller spoke very quickly, assuming by Katsuki’s sharply inhaled breath he had figured it out. “Please, Kacchan! I just want to talk to you!”
Katsuki did not acknowledge his gorgeous voice or the way it coated his brain in honey, leaving him gooey and melting in his place. When Katsuki didn’t hang up, Deku sighed a breath of relief before speaking once more.
“Kacchan,” The nickname in his voice almost had Katsuki making a noise he would not admit he could make. “I promise I’m not a villain! I know it doesn’t look like that based on our last interaction, but you’ve gotta know I’m not the bad guy!” His voice pleaded, causing Katsuki’s brain to send signals to unnamed parts of his body.
“And I wouldn’t have called you without you exclusively giving me your number if I had another option!” The voice tried to reason as Katsuki grew more and more heated.
“Hah!? Are you blaming me, you Deku?!” He snarled into the receiver of the phone, his peers staring at him with raised brows. Katsuki walked over to the door and slammed it, watched a few of these losers jump even before the door shut.
Now the man on the phone was sputtering, trying and failing at forming a co-herant sentence.
“What? You Deku.” His tone was full of heat, and not the good kind.
“I-I’m not Kacchan! I would never! I-”
“Shut the hell up already.” Katsuki demanded, teeth bared and phone laying on his desk in precaution to not become crushed in his grip. “Don’t fucking call me, don’t reach out to me, stop watching me, stay the fuck away from me.” Katsuki spat with venom, ending the call abruptly, barely slow enough to hear Deku’s whimpered Kacchan! .
The same number called back immediately. “Obviously not that good on following orders.” Katsuki snarked, shoving his phone in his desk and starting on the mountain of pile work he was stuck with due to the most recent villain fight. His phone buzzed a few more times and Katsuki rolled his eyes when it finally ended. “Fucking asshole.”
>>>
Kirishima walked in mid rant, his polite knock being drowned out by Katsuki’s, as his mother would call it, yapping. “Fucking shitheads, I’m a hero, I should be out there saving people from stupid shit’s like Deku, but noooo~ I get to deal with all this bullshit that isn’t even my fault!” Katsuki threw his pen down, teeth grinding.
“Uh, Bakubro?”
“What?!” The blond snapped back, still in a rageful mood.
“You’re getting complaints.” He spoke softly as if to calm the blond down in his grumpy outbreak.
“They can all suck my ass.” Katsuki deadpanned, uncaring.
“Bakugou, it’s their job.”
“... I know.” He sighed a long breath. He zeroed in on the growing mound of letters settled in his wastebasket.
“Bakubro… Is this actually about the paperwork?” The redhead questioned knowingly, already leaning against the wall feet away from Katsuki’s position. His red gaze glossed over the letters in a serious, questioning fashion before turning back to his self-proclaimed best friend.
Katsuki was silent for a moment, almost brooding in the way his form shaped, his expression showing his intense thoughts racing through his head. “I-... I’ve got a stalker.” Katsuki frowned as he said the words, not feeling quite right coming from his mouth. “Or… something.” He added on, remembering what Deku had said.
-SO I’m not a stalker, just a… pursuant. …
Kirishima blanched at this, immediately kneeling down to his level. “Are you okay, Baku? Are you safe?” He shot off quietly, scanning the room as if he could detect anything out of the ordinary. (Not like Katsuki hadn’t torn the place apart already.)
Katsuki just stared, rolling his eyes at his antics. “He hasn’t killed me yet. But he was the one that knocked me out a few days ago.” He sighed, tilting his head back to meet his chair. Kirishima’s expression was stern, and serious. It was weird seeing it as the shark boy’s face was almost always providing a stupidly shining smile.
“Are the letters-?” Kirishima questioned while he stared at the abandoned yet full wastebasket.
“Yup.” Katsuki breathed. “Deku won’t leave me alone, haven’t been responding to him.” Katsuki dragged a hand down his face, embarrassed and exhausted.
Kirishima’s frown contorted slightly at the nickname, a brow raising in question. Katsuki through one eye, kicking at the redhead lightly.
“Named him Deku cuz he’s an idiot,” Katsuki explained vaguely, always taking the chance to insult his least favorite Deku. “He actually said he likes it though, the little freak.” Katsuki stared at a wall as he spoke, not gaging his friend’s reaction.
When his eyes slowly flittered back to Kirishima, he almost wanted to both laugh and huddle away simultaneously at the jaw-dropped expression of the redhead. “Bakugo… you’ve made direct contact with this guy?” He stuttered in a scolding tone. “How long has this been going on??”
Katsuki shrugged, looking all too calm during this conversation, looking more or less annoyed than anything. Kirishima had the slightest urge to smack him across the face, snap the sense back into that spiky head of his. “Probably over a month by now. As far as I know anyway,” Katsuki muttered the last part, sparking more and more thoughts. How long HAS he been after me? He thought to himself.
Kirishima continued to stare at him, mouth agape and expression shell-shocked. He wasn’t sure what to say. “Why haven’t you said anything!? We could have helped you!” His tone was reprimanding, worried but he still spoke quietly, not yelling. “You should come over to my place Baku, you can stay with me until we figure this out… Or any of the squad if you want.” Kirishima whipped out his phone. “We should tell the others, start a hunt. We can pin this guy down, get the authorities involved-”
Katsuki just sighed, spinning in his chair. The pen in his grasp was twirled between his fingers expertly. “That’s why I haven’t said anything.” He spoke quietly, cutting the redhead off. Kirishima just blinked at him. Katsuki felt wrong . He was feeling things he shouldn't feel, thinking thoughts that shouldn’t be allowed access to his brain. He knew Kirishima was being a good friend, doing the right things and all that but it felt… wrong .
“...What?” Kirishima questioned, phone still in hand readily available to get the help Katsuki knows a rational person would get in this situation.
He knew he was being stupid, that this isn’t right and should be fixed, helped. But honestly? Even with how pissed off Deku made him… He wasn’t ready to let this little sucker go. Katsuki didn’t want to make this huge fuss over this dumbass adoration-filled creeper who had yet to hurt him.
Katsuki was aware that his thinking was warped, that he just accept Shitty Hair’s help and rid himself of all this stress and frustration. But… he didn’t want to.
He wasn’t sure when he started thinking like this. Maybe it began when he didn’t reach out for help that night Deku broke in, when he gave Deku a name, or maybe when he stayed on the phone . Katsuki wasn’t sure when it started but all he knew now was that the cops weren’t going to be the ones kickin’ Deku’s ass. He was.
“I haven’t said anything ‘cause I knew you would blow it out of proportion.” A rational person wouldn’t think like he was, they would accept the help; a tiny voice in the back of his head chastised him. “This’oll thing ain't worth the drama. I’m dealin’ with it. There’s no reason to bring all these hotshot pros when I’m perfectly capable of defending myself.” Katsuki shrugged as if he wasn’t loading the largest bomb onto Kirishima’s back with every word he spoke.
The blonde could assume that the first week this started if Kirishima had known and acted like this, he probably would have accepted the help. Maybe… If Katsuki wasn’t such a stubborn, bull-headed idiot with a too-big ego.
“Bakugo-” The redheaded man started, absolutely flabbergasted at his best friend’s nonchalant expression.
“I'm serious, shitty hair. Don’t lose brain cells over it.” Katsuki turned back to his work. “Don’t go blabbin’ to the doofuses (doofi?) about this, alright? Hell knows they can’t keep their shit together.” Kirishima just stared as Katsuki went back to his work, signing his name every so often with a quick glance back up to the man next to him. “Are you gonna sit on your ass all day? I know you’ve gotta shit ton of paperwork to handle as well.”
This shocked Kirishima out of his stupor. He frowned, staring for a short moment longer before sighing heavily. “We’re talking about this later.” The was no question in his voice as he walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind himself.
Katsuki dropped the pen with a short groan, rubbing at his face with narrowed eyes.
“What the fuck have you got me into Deku.” He sighed exasperatedly.
>>>
It wasn’t “manly”, as Kirishima would say, but Katsuki was definitely getting the hell out of there before Kirishma could track him down and make him listen to a 45-minute lecture, trying to convince him to reach out for help.
He smirked when he made it through the threshold of the exit, no Kirishima in sight. “Beat that, fucker.” He yelled victoriously, really not in the mood to put off with more of Kirishima’s scolding. After their morning conversation, the redhead had tried to talk to him all day. But Katsuki swerved him every opportunity he got, not having the energy to discuss the topic with him anymore or deal with Kirihisma’s big, worried eyes.
As Katsuki walked down the sidewalk, the sun setting and the moon rising with a foggy light casting over the streets of Musutafu, he couldn’t help but glance around in minimal paranoia. His skin was alit with goosebumps, his teeth barely chattering as his mind and body were on edge. Katsuki sighed annoyedly, feet carrying him fast in urgency to be home, safe. He felt the hair on the back of his neck raise, a danger sense.
There weren’t many people on the streets, as it was already getting late into the night. But Katsuki knew there was someone following him by now. He could only assume who it was because he hadn’t seen them.
Suddenly, “Kacchan!” Was whisper-shouted from an alley that Katsuki walked by. Immediately, Katsuki turned in a fight-ready stance, prepared for an attack but as he waited, nothing came. He stood up fully, feeling stupid for preparing himself for nothing. “Kacchan.” A melodious voice called again from the darkness of the alley and Katsuki had half the mind to just leave, the sane half.
The not-so-sane half urged him to grow closer to the darkness, sure that only one person had ever called him by that name.
“Come out of the shadows, you fucker.” Katsuki growled, not yet entering fully into the alleyway but calculating eyes scanning the blackness that consumed the empty space.
He knew he was there, and he was sure he knew that he knew.
“I… Can’t, Kacchan…” whispered into the darkness , like a coward .
“Like hell you can’t.” Katsuki felt his upper lip draw back, exposing his teeth. Something in the back of his mind recognized this as primal, animalistic but he didn’t give it any thought.
“I really can’t Kacchan, it’ll ruin… everything…” The tone was almost apologetic as if the Deku actually believed what he was saying. As if he really thought staying in the shadows was going to work.
“Why the fuck are you talkin’ to me if you don’t even have the decendcey to show your scummy face?” Katsuki retorted sassily, the urge to cross his arms and cock his hip very strong within him. But he didn’t do that, because that would slow his reaction time if Deku finally decided to pounce after so long of stalking his prey.
Scratch that, Katsuki was not prey.
“Awwh, Kacchan!” The voice was whiny, and a step was heard but Katsuki only barely flinched at the suddenness. “You don’t even know what I look like! I’m not scummy.”
Katsuki scoffed. “Yer’ actin’ like it.” He rolled his eyes. “Step into the light you dumbass Deku.
I don’t like repeating myself.” He growled, leaning forward once again. Soft breaths were heard, not so far apart from each other.
“If you’re going to make me… At least promise you won't jump on me immediately?” The Deku spoke in a tone sounding too much like hope for Katsuki’s patience.
“I ain’t promising anything, bastard.” A soft, tired sigh was heard followed by footsteps anyway.
Because, they both knew Katsuki wouldn’t jump him on sight, as much as Katsuki denied that.
Katsuki stepped back, giving the criminal more light to show his creepy face with.
Well, not so creepy as it was breathtaking.
Katsuki’s body stilled.
Deku’s curls were glossed over by the lamplight, his freckles shining even in the dark. Katsuki’s eyes roamed, all over his adorable face and down his notably toned body. His red eyes met green and Katsuki was almost lost to the abyss that was Deku’s eyes. They were full, round, and luscious. Viridian green sparkly with all the comets and stars in the galaxy. Light reflected off that green in a way Katsuki had never experienced.
He was enraptured, caught, taken.
Where do I know you from?-
The club… The wanted posters.
Suddenly he was snapped back into reality.
The wanted posters .
This was Midoriya Izuku, Japan’s most threatening Vigilante in Japan as of four months ago.
“Not a villain, huh?” Katsuki snarled, eyes still roaming with passion.
“Technically, they call me a vigilante?” His smile was sweet but nervous. His shoulders were tense as he shrugged them as if he expected to be thrown into a wall any second now.
And honestly, Katsuki was very willing to throw him into that wall.
Katsuki didn’t laugh. He did not (No he didn’t!) get caught up in that pearly white, are those fangs? , smile. But what he did do, was walk closer to the Deku, confident strides eating up the space between them easily. “You’re comin’ with me, Deku .” He gripped the back of Izuku’s shirt, hauling him off the floor with strong arms.
He did indeed dismiss the shiver that wracked Izuku's entire body at the nickname.
His big, viridian eyes narrowed slightly, lids heavy with something Katsuki wasn't willing to acknowledge. “I’d go anywhere with you, Kacchan.”
No, he did not look down, and no it was not out of fear that he would get lost in those gorgeous green eyes of his stalker.
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Izuku was familiar with the way they were headed, or more like Kacchan was headed, Izuku was quite thoroughly being held along for the ride. Izuku appreciated how easily Katsuki could carry him, despite their frames not being too much different.
He only squirmed slightly in Katsuki’s hold, biting his lip to keep his mouth shut. Izuku knew if he didn’t do that, he had no way to prevent the absolute word vomit that would happen immediantly.
Katsuki’s expression was holding a grimace as he stomped closer and closer to the beacon of light that was the police station.
“Kacchan, don’t turn me in, please! I just need to talk to you!” He whined, glancing up at Katsuki with big doe eyes. He leaned up to grip onto Katsuki’s shoulders, prepared to jump out of his strong, warm arms if need be. “Please, Kacchan!” He whined, pulling up so their faces were closer together.
Katsuki huffed, throwing the man off of him and causing Izuku’s back to meet the ground with a loud thump . Izuku groaned, gripping the back of his head. “Ow Kacchan, that was mean.” Izuku whined again, getting up wobbly.
“SO was breaking into my fucking apartment and stalking me, but look where we are now.” Katsuki snarled, once again growing closer to the only slightly shorter man. Izuku cowered pathetically into Katsuki shadow, stepping back against a wall and looking up with wide eyes as Katsuki continued approaching until their bodies met flush. “What, got nothing to say, Deku ?”
And If Izuku didn’t know any better, he would wholeheartedly believe that Kacchan was flirting with him. Green eyes sparkled, joy surfacing from their bodies touching in a such a way. Blush scowered his cheeks fervently, spreading all over his face to match his lightly panted breath. He gulped, closing his mouth fully as Katsuki’s brooding glare dug into the very depths of his soul.
“Hah? What was that Deku?” Katsuki taunted rudely, putting a hand to his ear with a sadistic smirk and glinted eyes. “I thought you ‘needed to talk to me’?” His eyes were narrowed, focused on Izuku squirming presence. He poked a hand into his chest jeeringly.
“I-I do…” Izuku stuttered, body hot under Katsuki’s taller figure. Wow, he knew he was a few inches shorter but it was only that, a few inches. In this position, he felt no taller then three feet with his neck craned to mee Katsuki’s eyes. “I-I-...” He continued dumbly, licking his lips and witnessing how Katsuki’s eyes darted down to watch.
His red ruby eyes were alit with a blazing fire, one so hot it burned Izuku to his core, leaving him breathless and pleading. “Yeah, Deku? Whatcha want?” With such a tone that Izuku almost melted against the brick wall, the threat of police on his tail stuffed into another realm of existence. The only things that existed here were him, and Kacchan, and the way their bodies fit together so perfectly.
He loved when Kacchan was mean to him . And as sick as the thought was, Kacchan just might love it too .
“You’re so perfect.” He spoke in a loopy tone, lids heavy with so many emotions. The heat lulling him into a certain headspace, one where Kacchan was just Kacchan . And he was his Deku. “I love you, so much Kacchan.” His voice was quiet but tone filled with genuine admiration. “You’re so strong and pretty and handsome and I love the way you talk to me, even when youre mean. Especially when you’re mean. I love it, all of it, all of you .” The word vomit was escaping his relaxed lips, emotions obviously displaced on the surface of his pretty viridian eyes. “The way you take down bad guys, or treat your friends, even the way you eat your noodles . I’m obsessed with you, every part of you.”
He had forgotten what he was doing, his place in this time, the fact that before this; Katsuki was ready to throw him in a cell and leave. No, that didn’t matter anymore. Not when Kacchan looked at him almost with stars in his eyes, a cute crease of skin between his furrowed brows and a soft frown stretched on his lips. Not when Kacchan was listening, listening to him .
“Please don’t make me leave, I just want to love you. With all my heart, all my soul, all my energy. With my entirety I just wanna be yours Kacchan. Can I? Please?” He sounded like he was begging, watching as Katsuki’s expression shifted as he spoke. “I wan’t to be yours, I want you to be mine. My Kacchan. Mine. Mine. Mine. ” His little rant was ending when Katsuki shoved a hand over his mouth.
Katsuki seemed to forget he was sending Izuku away to prison too.
“You’re just a little freak, huh?” He snarked, tilting his head at him. His gaze never strayed for Izuku’s as his hand melted off his mouth, down to his neck, only slightly pressuring it. Izuku’s eys widened but his hands never moved, actually, his back arched slightly, pushing his neck further into Katsuki’s warm grip. “You say all these nice, pretty, things.” He accented the last words by tightening his hand just a little more. “But how do I really know what you mean? You’re a villain after all.” Katski glowered down at him, relishing in the way Izukus hand landed on his bicep, clutching on with a fierce passion but not forcing him away.
The blond man wasn’t thinking, not rationally anyway. He wasn’t sure what had shifted. Before this, he was very much fully intent on sicking this fucker into the cops’ hands. But now… Now he burned to take Deku into his own hands, watch him melt further and further until he was just a sad little puddle.
He wasn’t sure when these sadistic thoughts implemented themselves in his mind and he also wasn’t sure he’d like to call it quits just yet.
So he didn’t.
“Oh look at you. You’re so pathetic, not even pushing around that hand that’s blocking off your airway,” His grip steadily grew tightly. He laughed darkly. Izuku wriggled willingly, gasping on his last breaths of air before Katsuki fisted his throat for a long moment. He watched as Izuku’s eyes lit up in alarm, and then acceptance, and then desire, and adoration, and lust, and then desperation. He loosened his grip and Izuku breathed a deep, fresh breath of air, eyes wild and wet. Already, there was a faint purple outline of Katsuki’s hand and it was only then that it hit him.
I just strangled somebody, and enjoyed it.
He was disgusted with himself, pulling his hand away.
But then Izuku whimpered, staring into his eyes as he clutched Katsuki’s wrist, pressing it into his throat once again.
And then there was a moment of understanding between the two, a feeling like none other that Katsuki had ever experienced.
Izuku smiled at him, eyes wet and neck bruised.
And Katsuki stared back, hand carefully resting on his neck like a choker.
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And now Deku wa son the floor in front of him, drooling all over his clean carpet as he lay unconscious.
Katsuki didn’t understand how he got himself into these things.
The blonde man sighed frustration, kicikng the door with resentment. His mind was being warped with darkness and although it felt goo-- so, so good -- it sent him into ugly places. Places a hero shouldn’t go.
Like bringing a villain home only to let him sleep on the floor by your bed, so you could finally go to sleep. Because it’s already 12 am. And Katsuki’s tired. But he didn’t want to let Izuku slither away into the mucky villain lands again. So now, a head of green hair lay perfectly still at his bedside, snoring lightly.
Katsuki knew how he got himself into this situation, but he didn’t wish to acknowledge it.
Not when that meant finally facing that fact that his knees go weak at the sight of those stupidly full Viridian eyes, pools for Katsuki to deep, deep into, staring up at him as if Katsuki had hung every last star revolving every last planet in every last galaxy in their universe, just for Izuku to gaze upon.
It made him sick to his stomach but made his skin itchy with desire, and a sadistic want .
Katsuki hated it, but it was hard to hate at the moment. So now, Deku was in his home, on his room floor, snoozing away. Like a dweeb.
Katsuki was tempted to just chuck him out of a fucking window and be over with it.
But he didn’t. Because he couldn’t. Because he grew weak (He’ll never say that) the the lust he felt after caressing Izuku’s pale skin, the lust of want, of desire, of obsession . It crept around his mind, alighting when his gaze landed on the green-headed man.
No, Deku was his now. Whether he liked it or not. He wouldn’t be chucked out of a window and walk away, no, Izuku would happily chuck himself out of the window ten times over just to please Katsuki.
And Katsuki had figured out he liked that, a lot.
So even as Izuku’s mouth created a small puddle of saliva on his plush, pristine carpet, all Katsuki did was stare, towering over him. His gaze dark and fiery, unbeknownst of the unconscious Izuku who would not yet bear witness to his cruel smirk and hot hands.
“You’ve fucked up, Deku .”