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It was humid and disgusting outside. Katsuki hated the damn rain enough as it was, but add in the summer heat and he wanted to be the one taking a swan dive off the fucking roof.
He and all the extras were in the dorm common room, winding down after their afternoon classes. Everyone looked just as miserable as he felt, sweat slipping down from brows and between folds of skin. The smell was gross as fuck, if he was being honest. He was just about to tell everyone to go take a goddamn bath when that purple diaper bitch spoke.
“Hey, I have an idea,” Mineta said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He was standing precariously on Mina’s pink, fuzzy footstool. “Let’s have a contest!”
The entire room groaned. “We don’t need any more of your pervy contests,” Mina growled, the other girls nodded emphatically in agreement. “Remember the best dorm room thing in the first year?”
“Hey,” Mineta squawked. “That was your idea!”
Mina shoved him off her footstool and dragged it back to her to put her feet up. “Yeah, it was! But you’re the one is dug through my panty drawer, perv!”
Mineta grumbled some inaudible bullshit before saying, “You don’t even know what the contest is.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Who gives a fuck? It’s too hot for this shit and I still gotta go in there and cook dinner for all you fucking idiots!”
Todoroki spoke in his usual monotone voice, suggesting, “We could have cold soba. It’s easy to make and…I love cold soba.”
“We all know you love cold fucking soba you half-n-half bastard! It’s all you fucking eat around here! Could you get any more fucking basic?” Katsuki ran a hand roughly down his face before relaxing back into his seat on the couch. “But you know what? The purple diaper bitch has me intrigued. What the fuck is your dumb little contest about?”
Mineta shot him a glare at the nickname, which only made Katsuki’s mouth twitch into a small, barely detectable, smile, before yelling out, “Best Tits!”, like it was the single best idea ever.
Voices erupted across the entire dorm common room.
“That’s not very manly!” Kirishima admonished.
“Hell yeah, my man!” Kaminari whooped (no surprise there).
“Mineta, you perv!” Mina yelled.
“What are tits?” Was Todoroki even a real person?
Deku arrived just in time to hear Mineta’s suggestion before turning a bright shade of red. “Oh god, oh god, why? I’m going back to my room.” He tried slinking away but Uraraka grabbed his arm and pulled him back into the middle of the fray.
Katsuki couldn’t help but chuckle at how uncomfortable Deku was. He kept shifting his weight back and forth, and Katsuki thought he saw blackwhip peaking out.
“Wait, hear me out,” Mineta screeched as Jiro tried stabbing him with her ears. “The contest would be for everyone! Boys, too!” Everyone began settling down and Jiro went back to her spot on the floor, so Mineta continued. “The contest is open to everyone, but you can’t vote for yourself. The girls have the boys at a disadvantage, obviously, but it’ll still be fun to see who wins!” Mineta had a disgusting look on his face like he planned to take his judging very seriously and inspect the goods.
Katsuki rubbed his face like he didn’t give a shit, but he had to admit the idea of a tit contest was interesting, and he already knew who he’d vote for. “Nothin’ better to fuckin’ do, I guess. Maybe it’ll cool off enough so I can cook…anything but cold soba,” he said as he pointedly looked at Todoroki, who sighed sadly and pouted.
After Katsuki agreed, everyone else went along with it. They all took out small pieces of notebook paper and pens and glanced around. It was probably the only time the girls would have allowed anyone to check out their tits, though Mineta got kicked in the face a few times when he got too close and his eyes lingered too long. The guy was a walking fucking felony conviction waiting to happen.
Katsuki wasn’t a tit kind of guy, so judging the girls in that way didn’t even enter his mind. But he could admire a nice, chiseled chest. The harder and more sculpted it was, the better because it showed how hard that individual had worked. He had seen all of the boys without their shirts on in the locker rooms, and the main contenders were Kirishima (for obvious reasons), Todoroki (the half-n-half bastard was an idiot but he had a nice body), and Deku.
Katsuki knew Kirishima worked hard on his body, but he also knew that with his hardening quirk, a lot of that wasn’t earned. Todoroki worked for his body, but Katsuki hated the fucker, so he was out. That left Deku. He thought for a long time about Deku’s body and why he admired it so much. First, the nerd was…well, nerdy. He was so nerdy that when they first started at UA, Katsuki could pick him up and throw him as he had done during their final against All Might. But over time, he watched the nerd transform into a god of a man. He still had that boyish charm with his damn freckles that reminded Katsuki of the stars, but he had put on so much muscle and gained a decent amount of height, too. He was, for lack of a better word, fucking beautiful.
He realized a minute too late that he had been staring at Deku’s chest the entire time because when he found the nerd’s eyes, there was a bright pink blush dusting his nose and cheeks and slightly obscuring his freckles.
He tore his eyes away and put a scowl on his face to hide the embarrassment, though he doubted that he succeeded. He swiftly wrote down Deku’s name and put it in the bowl on the table where they would be tallying the votes.
When all of the votes had been thrown in, Uraraka suggested, “I think Deku should tally the votes. There isn’t a dishonest bone in his body.” Everyone swiftly agreed, and the blush was ever present on his face as he walked up to the bowl.
“O-ok, here we go. Someone write down the totals.” Kirishima volunteered and held his notebook and pen at the ready. “The first vote is for…Mina!”
“Well, obviously,” Mina said with a blush. Kirishima leaned over and bumped their shoulders and flashed her a bright, sharky smile. Kirishima and Mina thought they were so fucking subtle, and it made Katsuki laugh. They weren’t subtle at all.
Deku drew another name and turned as red as a damn tomato. He started stuttering out, “Uh…this one is f-for D-d-deku.” He dropped the paper on the ground and covered his face with both hands. Katsuki couldn’t have that.
“Come on, nerd! Stop being so shy. At least one of these extras thinks you have nice fucking tits! Be proud!” Katsuki barked out a laugh, throwing his head back against the couch.
“K-kacchan!” Deku looked miserable and Katsuki loved every second of the nerd’s complete embarrassment. After several minutes, he was finally able to draw another name.
The nerd looked right at Katsuki and smirked, that little shit. When had he become such a fucking brat? “This one is for Kacchan!” His classmates erupted into a mixture of laughs and nervousness. Would Katsuki take it in stride or kill them all?
“WHAT!?!” Katsuki lept out of his seat on the couch. “Okay, which one of you fucking extras voted for me!?” He glanced around the room but no one said anything. Those absolute fuckers would regret voting for him like it was some kind of joke. No one could seriously think he had the best tits when there were so many girls to choose from.
As the votes were tallied, the color slowly drained from his face. In the end, the results were:
Yaoyorozu – 3
Jiro – 2
Asui – 2
Mina – 2
Uraraka – 2
Hagakure – 1
Deku – 2
Kirishima – 1
and finally…
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I FUCKING WON!?!” Katsuki had been pacing the living room after the first vote for him was read, screaming at the nerd and the extras (“Shitty Hair, don’t you fucking dare write that down!”) every time a vote for him was read and tallied.
“I can’t believe I only got one vote,” Hagakure whined pathetically. Her t-shirt was tight across her chest and stretched.
“No one can fuckin’ see ‘em, idiot!” Katsuki was freaking out. He fucking thrived in contests and competitions. Proving he was better than all the idiots was a necessity of life. But winning best tits!? He got two more votes than Yaoyorozu, for fuck’s sake, and she easily had the biggest tits in the whole fucking school!
“K-kacchan, calm down. It’s an honor t-to…uh…” Deku’s words died in his throat as his face turned red again.
“Fuck all of you,” Katsuki yelled out across the common room of idiots he called classmates. They were laughing at the results, trying to guess who voted for whom. “You can make your goddamn dinner yourselves,” he barked before climbing the stairs to his room, the groans and pleading sounding distant as he ascended.
What the fuck were those idiots thinking, voting for him as having the best tits? And who the fuck would vote for him!? He glanced in the full-length mirror and pushed against his pecs. They weren’t that big, were they? He pulled off his tank top and inspected them again. Thin fingers lightly brushed across the expanse of his chest. He pushed again and watched the flesh bounce back quickly because of the firm muscle underneath. “Huh,” he said quietly. “Maybe I need to get in more leg days.”
Before he could move to put his tank top back on, there was a knock at his door. It was probably Kirishima coming to check on him. Katsuki didn’t like to admit it, but Kirishima was his best friend and often could talk him down from the ledge. The extras probably talked him into coming up to bug Katsuki so he’d cook them all dinner. Typical.
“Kirishima, I’m not cooking…” he started to say as he flung the door open, but the words died in his throat.
“H-hi, K-kacchan. I…I’m not here about dinner.” The nerd’s face was still pink and it grew darker when he looked up at Katsuki. “Y-you’re n-not w-wearing a shirt,” he stuttered.
“No shit, nerd. What do you want?” Katsuki walked over to pick up his tank top and pull it over his head but he heard the door slam and Deku was right there grabbing his wrist.
“N-no!” Deku stared at him with wide eyes, his blush only getting darker.
“What the fuck, nerd?” Katsuki dropped his tank top and stared at Deku, who was biting his bottom lip so hard that Katsuki thought he saw blood.
“Well, I…I found out why you won,” he whispered. “All the girls except Mina and Uraraka voted for you.”
Katsuki’s jaw dropped. All the girls except Mina and Uraraka? That didn’t make any fucking sense.
“Apparently they didn’t wanna vote for each other, because they thought the whole thing was gross,” Deku chuckled. “They thought it would be funny if a boy won. Isn’t that silly, Kacchan?”
“No! That’s fucking bullshit! It’s not a real win if those idiots aren’t voting for me for real!” What was he even fucking saying? He didn’t want to win…did he? The whole thing was stupid…right? “Wait a fucking minute. You said all the girls except Pinky and Round Face voted for me, right?” Deku nodded slowly. “That makes four votes, dumbass. I got five votes. So who the fuck else voted for me!?”
Deku took a sharp breath and started twisting the bottom of his shirt between his fingers. “W-well, I d-don’t know who w-would d-do that.”
The nerd fucking knew something and he was gonna get it out of him! Katsuki bunched the front of Deku’s shirt in his fist and pushed him against the wall. “Deku…fucking tell me right now! Who else voted for me!?” Katsuki growled, noticing how close their faces were. The nerd’s breath was coming in fast and sharp.
“K-kacchan…I d-don’t…”
“TELL ME NOW, NERD! WHO THE FUCK WAS IT!?!” Katsuki held onto Deku’s shirt tighter, pressing against his body firmly. He stared at the nerd’s handsome face, studying every expression, trying to read his mind. After a moment or two, he felt soft fingertips run slowly across his pecs.
“What…?” He couldn’t think about anything except the static in his brain as he tried to process the fact that Deku was groping him. He felt heat creeping up from his chest all the way to his face, his whole body feeling like it was on fucking fire. “What…” he rasped again, his throat suddenly very dry. “What the hell are you doing?”
Deku looked up at him, his eyes wide and glossy and filled with…lust? What the fuck? Katsuki’s heart nearly stopped when those crooked fingers brushed across his nipple before cupping both pecs and squeezing.
“It was me…” Deku whispered. “Kacchan has very nice tits. Kacchan is amazing.” Deku paused for a moment before adding, “And beautiful.”
Katsuki dropped his hands and took several steps back away from Deku’s very curious fingers. The nerd had voted for him…and fucking groped him! He felt around behind him until his bed was under his hand and sat down.
Deku must have cleared his mind of whatever weird spell he was under because he suddenly asked, “Uh, Kacchan?”, and came to sit next to him.
Katsuki looked over at the nerd and pinched his brows together. “You and Uraraka are practically fucking! Why didn’t you vote for her?”
Deku choked on air. “Kacchan! Uraraka is my best friend and she’s pretty and everything, but I, uh, well I don’t like…I’m…I’m gay.”
It felt like all the air had been punched violently out of Katsuki’s lungs and he couldn’t take a breath. He just gasped out, “You’re what!?”
Deku stilled and looked down at his lap. “Is…is that okay, Kacchan? You’re n-not homophobic, are you?”
“WHAT!? Fuck no! That’s unmanly as fuck!” Katsuki paused, realizing what he had just said. Fucking Kirishima. “I mean…it’s uncool. No one worth shit is homophobic.”
“Okay, good!” Deku sighed deeply, clearly relieved. “I just wish I knew who else voted for me. Uraraka said she gave me a vote, but I don’t know who else did. No one admitted to anything downstairs.”
Katsuki could have left things alone and pretended like he wasn’t madly in love with the nerd. He could have shrugged at Deku’s question and pretended he hadn’t voted for those sexy pecs currently concealed under that stupid but very, very tight All Might t-shirt. But they were in their third year, and he was tired of hiding the longing glances he knew he had been sending Deku’s way. He knew because Kirishima brought it up a fucking lot, the bastard.
He rubbed the back of his neck and felt his face heat up. “Well, I might have been the other vote. For you.”
Deku whipped his head around and gasped. “Kacchan voted for me? What about Jiro? I see you two talking all the time and you always look so…so…close!”
Katsuki barked out a laugh. “We talk about music, nerd! Jiro and I have a lot of music tastes in common. We send each other playlists.”
“Oh…” Deku whispered. “So are you…?”
“Gay? Fuck yeah, I am! And I wouldn’t have it any other way ‘cause I’m fucking amazing!” Katsuki gave a smug smile and crossed his arms over his bare chest.
“W-well, uh, if you v-voted for me and I v-voted for you…” He trailed off, looking back down at his hands.
Katsuki knew what the nerd was asking, but truthfully he didn’t know how to express how he felt, so he let his actions speak louder than his words ever could. He stood and offered a hand to Deku, who thankfully took it. He pulled him up to stand in front of him and used his other hand to brush the hair from Deku’s face before leaning down and kissing him softly. The tight feeling in his chest, the feeling he had been holding there for six years, lessened and he let himself sink into it. Deku must have felt something similar, because he gave a sigh that sounded happy and relieved, and he was kissing Katsuki back.
“Kacchan…” Deku whispered as he pulled away.
“It’s fine, Deku. Ain’t gotta say anything.” Deku hummed against his lips and nodded. He could kiss the nerd for the rest of his fucking life and it would never feel long enough.
****
They walked downstairs, after making out for several hours. The extras must have been annoyingly still waiting for Katsuki to make fucking dinner, because they all looked pitiful until he showed up and started prepping for a simple curry.
“DEEKKKUUUU,” Kaminari whined. “We sent you up to get Kacchan forever ago! I’m so hungry!”
“S-sorry, Kaminari. W-we kinda…got distracted.” Katsuki smirked and turned around to see the nerd blushing.
“Damn right, we did,” he chuckled with a cocky wink.
“Wait, did it finally happen!?” Kirishima was bouncing in place, staring at Katsuki with another giant, sharky grin.
“Yes, Shitty Hair. It happened.” Katsuki rolled his eyes but there was a blush creeping up his neck.
“Yes! I knew it! I knew it’d happen before graduation!” Kirishima added a “whoop”.
“What are we talking about?” Mineta asked from a stool at the kitchen island.
“Only that our Midoriya and Bakubro finally confessed!” Kirishima said with a smile, pride resonating through his voice.
“What!? Bakugo and Midoriya are gay!?” Katsuki could hear the disgust in Mineta’s voice. Before he knew what he was doing, his feet were moving. He lifted that little purple diaper bitch off the stool and slammed him against the wall.
“Yeah, we are. You got a problem with that, you pervy asshole!?” Katsuki was staring into the eyes of a creep who shouldn’t even be allowed to be a hero. He had managed to ignore all the gross things Mineta did and said, but he couldn’t handle homophobia.
“N-no! We’re…we’re g-good!” Mineta stuttered out. He looked like he was about to piss himself and the balls on his head seemed to shrivel.
“Good,” was all Katsuki said as he dropped him. Mineta fell a few feet and rolled across the floor before running to his dorm room.
Everyone was silent, which was perfectly okay with him. He could use a little silence, he thought, as he resumed cooking. Deku walked up behind him and wrapped freckled arms around his waist.
“That was really hot,” Deku whispered in his ear.
“Yeah?” Katsuki whispered back.
“Yeah…,” Deku replied.
Oh, Katsuki was looking forward to wrecking Deku so thoroughly that he would never want anyone else. He couldn’t wait to brand him, claim him, and possess him. And he wanted Deku to do the same to him.
“I love you, Kacchan,” Deku said as he smiled against his neck.
“Love you, too…Izuku.”