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If this was a joke, it was not funny.
“Who the fuck is that?” Scowling, Katsuki nodded to the stranger entering the training hall right behind Izuku.
“Oh, this is the 2nd OFA user,” Izuku introduced him with a smile. “Kudo. And Kudo, this is Kacc—Katsuki.”
Huh.
“I can see that.” The impostor even had the nerve to extend a hand to Katsuki. “Nice to finally meet you, Kacchan. Heard a lot about you.”
Kudo had a glint in his eyes that made Katsuki want to punch his face. He resorted to just clenching his fists instead.
There was no way he was shaking the hand of this jerk.
Hang on. Wait a damn minute. Heard of him?
That meant…Izuku had talked about him?
Katsuki snuck a glance at him, and sure enough, Izuku’s smile wavered in the way it only did when he was embarrassed.
It was true then.
Good.
Still, it didn’t make up for the fact that all this time when Izuku had been separated from Katsuki; he’d had this look-alike by his side instead.
Anger began to simmer in his veins.
With eyes narrowed in suspicion, Katsuki let his gaze travel up and down this Kudo character. Even if the hair color was different, they both had the same spiky style. They both had red eyes, and though Katsuki hated to admit it, even that resting bitch face looked a lot like his own.
Katsuki gritted his teeth.
Who the hell did this guy think he was?
“Haven’t heard a thing about you,” Katsuki said just to spite him.
Izuku had in fact talked quite a bit about him, yet he had never mentioned how he looked like a fucking copycat.
Why?
Was Katsuki not worthy of his admiration now that he had this bastard literally living rent-free in his head 24/7?
Katsuki just had to ask.
“Is he always like this?”
Izuku cocked his head. “Like what?”
“Like me.”
“Like you?” Izuku looked even more confused. “What do you mean?”
“What do I—“ Katsuki felt his palms heat up. “He looks just like me!”
Green eyes blinked twice, before looking from Katsuki to Kudo and back to Katsuki with a light laugh.
“No, he doesn’t.”
“Are you blind?!”
The amused look on Kudo’s face did not help ease Katsuki’s urge to explode something.
“Of course not, but,” Izuku smiled as he started counting on his fingers. “For starters, the color of your hair is different.”
Tch.
“But your spikes are 20% longer and tilt more to the right. Also, they’re soft to the touch; Kudo’s are more, “ Izuku’s hand brushed through reddish hair. “Yeah, his is more coarse.”
Don’t fucking touch him, Katsuki thought biting the inside of his cheek.
Then, in three quick steps, Izuku invaded Katsuki’s personal space as he continued.
“Your eyes curve a bit more upwards and have a vibrant ruby kind of shade instead of dark crimson.”
Katsuki stiffened at the touch of a hand on his shoulder. Not even a moment later, Izuku’s finger grazed his chin, and now Katsuki grew truly rigid.
“The angle of your jaw is different too.”
The heat was no longer concentrated in his hands; Katsuki could feel it rising up his neck as Izuku kept on rambling.
“There’s also the difference in your body, well, Kudo is older of course, but I’m talking about the physique, like—“
“Shut up!” Katsuki yelled, with his face now on fire. “Just—Shut up.”
The small laugh coming from the second OFA user did not go unnoticed, and Katsuki replied with a fierce glare.
“So-sorry,” Izuku hung his head, and Katsuki’s chest squeezed uncomfortably. “It’s just…You don’t look alike at all. Kacchan is really special and—
Izuku words were caught in his mouth behind a clammy hand.
“I get it,” Katsuki spoke through clenched teeth. “I get it. But shit, it’s embarrassing.”
Izuku mumbled something that was probably another apology but Katsuki ignored him in favor of taking a deep breath.
He needed to calm the hell down.
Ten deep breaths, just like Aizawa-sensei had tried to teach him.
Inhale.
Exhale.
In—
The fluorescent light was blocked as a shadow loomed over them. Katsuki glanced up to see a smug version of his own face as he felt an unfamiliar hand squeeze his other shoulder.
“See? There’s no need to be jealous now, is there?”
“Shut up!”
He hadn’t meant for an explosion to go off, but maybe it was for the best. At least now, Izuku was too busy regaining his posture and flattening his poofy hair to see how furiously Katsuki was blushing.