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After the war, UA definitely took a step down for the overarching need for hero training and instead focused a little more on other subjects. It’s nice, being able to relax a little bit more and not worry about your own impending death or fellow classmates, yet–
“This is dumb,” Deku kicks the floor. Shit, Katsuki never thought he would hear him say this during class. Especially without a notebook at hand, “Everyone should know the history of pre-quick society…” He mutters.
Izuku is definitely peeved at this. God, Katsuki for one should know. Now that everyone knows Izuku’s quick history it seems like everyone’s also on their best behaviour to learn. “Let’s get outta here.”
“Huh?” At this Katsuki snaps his head, “What?” Katsuki is definitely not the one for skipping class and his attendance is the best in class. Probably.
“Tell them I got sick or something,” Izuku fake coughs. After a moment of silence, he pushes his shoulder against Katsuki.
“You’re a troublemaker,” he snips, rolling his eyes at Izuku. Though, the feeling of his arm against him made his heart speed up. His stupid little touch and presence makes him heated and red. Izuku has to know the way his body hovers over Katsuki’s, it’s almost like the other boy does it on purpose.
“Please Kacchan,” Deky tries again with another cough.
“How are we even gonna manage both of us leaving--”
“Midoriya, Bakugou! Is there anything you’d like to share with the class?” Izawai’s voice snaps him out of his question as he feel’s a bunch of eyes turn in their direction.
“Uh. Sorry, Aizawa-sensei! It’s just that I'm feeling kinda sick. Is it okay if we step out for a moment?”
It’s a bullshit excuse but with the whole war ordeal and Katsuki’s heart literally stopping and Izuku almost losing One for All and defeating all evil, they kinda accumulated some leniency and grace points.
It seems like Katsuki doesn't move as fast as Izuku, who rushes out of the memorial hall, grabs his wrist and leads them out the door. God. It’s almost like they're holding hands. Almost.
“You’re making me lose my circulation,” Katsuki hisses, his face probably grown red from the physical contact.
“Sorry, sorry,” Izuku loses his grip and lets go, before trailing down and linking their hands together. Now they're seriously holding hands. “This better?”
“Tsk.” Well, it's not like he’s going to say no to the guy he has a massively embarrassing crush on. “Tis fine I guess.”
“You guess?” But Deku’s voice isn't of insecurity, rather more teasingly, like both him and Katuksi share a secret. Probably his impossibly huge crush. “Or you know?”
Oooh! So now the nerd is getting brave!
“Well, maybe I do know,” he says, dropping his hand like it is physically stung. “How’s that?” He smirks, ha. If Deku can be feisty, so can he.
Izuku just shrugs, before he feels a slight smile peaking through his pretense of a cool demeanor. “Fine.
“Fine.”
The sound of Izuku’s laugh makes it impossible for him to pretend not to smile, as they both link their hands together again. He has a really pretty laugh. Almost infectious.
Everything about Izuku is pretty, he thinks as he stares into his facial features. God, he just wants to show him. Tell him. Hell, this would be a perfect moment to kiss him.
“Common, let’s go exploring.”
Him and Izuku are in a semi state of friendship, dating, and hell, long-term relationship. How could they act like they've been together for ages without even exchanging the words ‘I like you’ possible?
Fuck. he should just settle this once and for all.
“Whatcha thinkin about?” Izuku breaks him out of his trance, his eyes snapping back to the situation at hand. What would Izuku even say, if Katsuki told him?
He definitely likes him back. Definitely. Maybe he should pull a move–
“Just how much I wanna kiss you,” It’s so awfully brash that it’s almost embarrassing. But with the way Deku’s eye’s light up, he knows he said the right thing.
“Oh yeah?” The grip on his hand is tighter, pulling him closer. “Is that so?”
“I mean, unless you're too scared,” he teases, getting a reaction out of Deku always gets him going, “Don’t know how to kiss or something?”
“Maybe you're the one who doesn't know how to kiss,” Izuku’s looking down, and somehow before he realized it he’s backed up into a wall.
“I bet I kiss better than you!”
“Yeah? Who’ve you been kissing then huh?” Izuku’s other hand seemingly wrapped around his waist, it’s only natural that Katsuki swings his arm over the other boy’s neck.
“Kirishima. Why do you think he’s in my room so often?” Ha. This would definitely get him pissed.
Katsuki’s right as Izuku’s eyes darken and his grip on his waist goes a little tighter. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not,” his pushes his lips closer, angling his head to the side, almost about to lean in–
“Tell me you're lying right now Kacchan,” it’s almost like a growl with Deku snapping like that. Something about him does make Katsuki want to stop though. Less bickering, more kissing.
“Heh. ‘Course I am,” when his lips meet Deku’s, he feels the smile on his face. His lips are soft, almost like he’s applied chapstick daily. It’s almost kinda weird pushing his lips against another person’s but oddly addicting. “Only you.” he breathes out as he takes a breath.
“Mmhmm,” Deku agreed into the kiss. God, he drops his hand that he was still holding with Deku and place’s his other hand around his neck, running his fingers through his hair.
It almost comes naturally with the way their bodies work together and Katsuki’s reaching more for Izuku’s lips rather than air.
Deku’s body moves closer, as the kisses grow deeper. Fuck. Deku’s even pushing some of his tongue in there. It almost makes him laugh before it makes him more riled up. God. He didn't expect to know how Izuku’s tongue felt in his mouth today.
A groan escapes him before he knows it and Deku reaches for air, “you like that?”
A soft, “yeah,” leave’s him. He feels himself become to pilate by the moment. Who would've thought? Deku’s basically manhandling him at this point. He wants to feel Izuku everywhere, shit. He never expected kissing him to feel so good.
“You’re so pretty,” Izuku mutters again. The complement runs through him and he feels his ears redden up. Not like the rest of him probably isn't. He doesn't even know how his body reacts fully before, Deku adds, “so pretty baby.” Fuck. It’s obvious Katsuki likes it but it’s not even embarrassing to admit. Whatever gets Izuku to keep moving like this–
Suddenly a sigh and groan interrupts them, as Katsuki snaps his eyes open and turns towards the noise, where a few of their classmates and Aizawa we’re slowly making it out the door. “Get back to class.”
Fuck! Not them being caught by their own teacher!
Of course fucking Todorki has to be one of the few people exiting. At least he’s dense enough not to care.
But Aizawa! Fucking embarrassing was one way to put it…
“Uhm, yes, sir!”
The shuffle of classmates walk out the door. Good. It’s fine. Only a few people saw them. No one’s going to know they snuck out to fucking make out.
He turns back to look at Deku who was a good step away from him now, before his usually messy hair was twice as untamed. God, and his lips, his lips definitely looked like someone was sucking at them. Goddam. Never again! Never again is he listening to this stupid nerd and leaving class!
(It happens again next week)
The class is slowly moving out of the memorial hall and he could feel the stare of his other classmates. God. he wants to snack himself in the face.
Yet. The idea of him kissing Deku makes it worth it. Are they dating now? Shit. Are they dating?
Uraraka’s eyes spot Deku’s and widen, “Are you feeling okay?” Damn. She probably thinks he’s actually ill… before her gaze stops at Katsuki’s and a silent, “oh,” stumbles through her as she giggles.
“What were you two doing out here?” Mineta’s voice calls out. Always that damn pervert.
“Nothing of interest,” but Lord. If that’s how Deku looks, talk about him. Deku was basically one step away from having his hand down Katsuki’s pants with the way he was fondling his ass.
Surprisingly, no one whistles or makes a loud joke but there is some chatter and a few giggles. Great.
Whatever. They would be lucky to kiss Deku…
“Okay, let’s keep walking,” Aizawa sighs, who definitely thinks this is over his pay grade.
(they kiss again once they stray away to the back of the class line).