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It’s impossible for Izuku to think that people don't find Katsuki attractive. Obviously, he’s muscular, has a great physique and takes care of his hygiene. So realistically, he checks a lot of boxes. But, he doesn't understand how people wouldn't be able to see how gorgeous he is.
Like right now, they're sitting in the library and Izuku watches as the light bounces onto Katsuki’s hair, sunlight warming his face. God, he’s daydreaming what his eyes look like directly in the sunlight. So pretty.
He really should be doing homework, Kacchan could catch him any minute. Claim that he’s lollygagging and not doing any work. It’s just so hard when Kacchan is so close and seemingly, it seems like he’s either forgotten how pretty he is or it’s a sudden re-realization that hit him at 10 times the speed.
Katsuki is even good looking with the slight burn marks on the side of his face. If anything it makes him look even prettier, the way he’s reminded that Kacchan fought for him and risked his life for him .
No one’s going to be able to look at Katsuki the same way he does. He’s sure of it.
“Snap outta it weirdo,” Kacchan hitting him with the end of his pencil, “Do some homework and stop fantasizing about being a dropout vigilante–”
It seems like Katsuki hasn't entirely forgiven Izuku for going ghost. They fought hard and won but since then, it’s almost odd how Kacchan became twice as… well, unapologetically in Izuku’s vicinity.
Even if that means–
“Fine. If you’re done with this, let’s head back to your room,” Katsuki is plopping his book closed without waiting for Izuku’s answer.
Fuck. He barely has a moment alone. Usually he’d love that. Being with Katsuki isn’t anything he’d complain about months ago.
Though now…With Katsuki’s face looking so pretty and the fact he’s just wearing a tank top is leading to some unholy thoughts… that he wishes he could go deal with.
“Uhhnm, I don't know Kacchan,” he scratches the back of his neck, “I was thinking of showering.”
“‘Tis fine,” Phew. He’ll be able to go jack off, before Katsuki gives him a good look, “shower later.”
Later??? Later when? When he’s already feeling himself yearning to think about Kacchan’s face. Preferably with a hand around his dick. God. He’s a teenager okay? It’s only a normal response.
So it ends up with both of them walking to Katsuki’s room. They’re walking abnormally slow, it’s almost odd how Katsuki’s spending time lounge walking with him as their fingers brush past each other.
“Just don’t make a mess,” He’s been in Kacchan’s room multiple times. But not as much as he’s been in Izuku’s.
Katsuki’s room is simple, he still has All Might merchandise but his room is neat with ambient lighting and surprisingly warm demeanor. He almost wants to throw himself under Kacchan’s covers and roll up inside of them.
Though, that would be any other day. Right now, he’s a bit on edge and God, does Kacchan’s bed look appealing for a whole other reason.
Maybe he’s a pervert but the whole room smells like him and shit, Katsuki’s probably gotten off in this exact room. Okay. Definitely. They're both teenage boys. God, he really is a pervert.
“What’s gotten into you?” Katsuki is glaring at him, “are you gonna sit down or what?” Izuku’s just been standing at the door like a loser.
He stumbles for a second, before he widens his eyes, “Yeah!” he breathes out, “Of course.”
They both make their way to Katsuki’s bed. The wrath of his bedsheets felt warm to Izuku's touch, as his window was open and the light shining in warmed up the space. They’re both sitting, doing nothing really, in silence before Katsuki scooches closer to him.
Kacchan’s right in front of him. If he aims to look straight in front of him he’d be met with his face. Right on. He’s almost embarrassed to make eye contact.
“This has been pissing me off all day,” Katsuki mutters.
Izuku’s heart starts beating rapidly, shit, could Kacchan hear that? He hopes not. That’d be so embarrassing. He doesn't even pick up on what Kacchan is doing, before he feels a tug on his sweater jaw string.
“It’s so uneven. Did you even notice that?” Katsuki’s adjusting the strings of his sweater, his body closer to him by the moment. Izuku doesn't think they were ever this close. He feels Kacchan’s finger near his neck in a soft way.
He doesn't understand people who think Kacchan is all rough around the edges. He could be sweet. They just don’t see him like he does. He almost wishes they never would, so he wouldn’t need to share. Ever.
‘There ya go,” Katsuki shakes the hood of his jacket as he leans away, almost as if he’s admiring his work. Silence passes, as it seems like Kacchan is waiting on him to do something–
“Thanks Kacchan! I didn't even think the strings were mixed up like that, must’ve happened in the laundry, I hate doing my own–”
Katsuki groans and settles into the seat space next to him. Oh? Is he tired? Maybe Kacchan was the one really who needed a break from homework. That’s sweet. He didn't wanna stop spending time with him… opting for them to hang out instead.
“Are you tired?” the words come out. Izuku is sitting down, leading back on his hands, just slightly.
“Yeah,” short answer. Not fully unexpected but the shortness does stun him for a moment. He feel’s almost awkward sitting here as Katsuki is laying beside him, but equally in awe of being in his space. The silence fills the room as the birds chirping outside fill the noise.
“Don’t tell my mom,” Kacchan starts after a slight cough, “but I liked it when he played with my hair.”
Oh. That’s oddly vulnerable. Maybe even… could that be an invitation? He wouldn’t just say that unprompted. Unless he misses his mom but something about that make’s Izuku doubt it.
It seems like he’e taking a bit long to answer and Kacchan getting antsy. “Well, are you gonna say something for once or are you gonna be weird the whole night–”
Kacchan is a chit-chatter at heart, Izuku feel’s his face blush with a smile, “You should’ve just said you wanted me to play with your hair.”
“Shut up. I don’t,” he’s moving up now, Izuku almost wants to pin him back down onto the bed where he was laying on. “Let’s watch something,” he says, grabbing his laptop. Damn. Did Izuku lose his chance? He should have just taken the damn hint and–
Kacchan puts on some random show, it’s barely playing in the background before he pops back down, laying into the bed, where Izuku is seated.
Silence. The buzz from the laptop keep’s playing. Fuck. Katsuki’s laying right beside him.
Katsuki then grabs his hand, his touch is softer than he expects for someone who works with explosions and his hand feel’s larger than Izuku’s. Just slightly.
Then his hand is plopped right on Katsuki’s head. Izuku almost doesnt wanna say anything, as he feel’s a warmness grow inside him.
It’s nice. Nothing that he would’ve imagined months ago. He just wishes that Katsuki would like him more than a friend. Doing stuff like this is great but it’s almost slightly heartbreaking…It’s especially rough when his best friend is the victim of his dreams for the past several months.
“Okay!” Katsuki shoots up, his hand bouncing straight off of his head. “I had enough!”
“Huh?”
“Do you like me or what?” Kacchan grabs a pillow and smacks it toward Izuku.
“Uh,” What does he say? Does he potentially ruin his friendship with Kacchan and admit it? Fuck. He’s caught on. Maybe he could get out of this and play nonchalantly, ‘Or what?”
“Or what? Are you fucking serious, or what ?” There’s anger and heat in Katsuki’s voice, but some part of him looks defeated. He studies Izuku’s face, “Just,” he’s quieter now, but the rage of anger could be heard, “just leave.”
“I don’t want you mad at me Kacchan,” He almost felt his own voice breaking. Shit did he say the wrong thing? He didn't want to say yes and expose himself! Fuck. Either way Kacchan would be pissed–
It’s that he doesn't wanna leave. Not at all. Kacchan pissed at him for some forsaken reason, and he isn't sure how to fix it. But something about seeing Katsuki getting mad… and given his prior circumstance…. Something about that is getting him a bit going.
So he definitely can’t leave. He’s starting to get hard. Suddenly, he feels the material of the blacket being pushed off, and his body is exposed. Shit!! This is horrible. He shouldn’t even be thinking like this.
It seems like even Katsuki has spotted his uhm, situation… “What? Do you not even like me but get off on getting yelled at or something? What the fuck Deku?”
“It’s not like that Kacchan, promise!” He’s lying. Just a bit. Now his friendship with Katsuki is over because he couldn't keep it in his pants.
The words rushed out of him before he could stop it, “It’s just—you’ve been driving me crazy all week and, and, when you're around it just gets like 10 times worse. I told you I needed to shower! And then I’m in your bed but you’re just so pretty, and I really tried to control it but you’ve been around all the time—”
“You think I'm pretty?” The words are quieter like before but sound a bit softer.
It’s almost off how it seems like Katsuki might be compliment seeking at the moment. But the more Izuku thinks about it, it doesn't seem like something he’d hear often. But he should, he really really should.
“The prettiest,” Izuku barely gets out, before looking away. His face is getting redder, he knows it.
“Then why’d you say ‘or what’?” Katsuki is in his space, shoving him down. He feels his body get taken down so he’s being pushed. Katsuki’s body backing him up in the bed. He allows the other boy to take him down, he’d be manhandled by Katsuki any day.
“Uhm, got scared.”
“You’re an idiot,” Kacchan mutters, but there’s a smile on his face, just slightly as he flicks at the side of his ear, “Almost thought you didn't like me.”
“Really?”
“Just for a second,” He isn't even sure if he knows if Kacchan is saying the truth or just wants to be in the right. But he’d let him have it. “Knew you did though,”
“Can I kiss you then?”
“We can do a lot more than kiss,” he’s leaning in close, but the smile on his face says he isn't lying, “dumbass.”
Katuski is moving his body in tune with Izuku’s like it’s almost like he wants him to take the lead. From where Katsuki was towering over him, Izuku maneuvers his body as he chases Katsuki’s lips on his.
He feel’s the light feeling of them onto his own, it’s awkward, before Katsuki pushes back and deepens the kiss. Then– then it gets addicting. He’s kissing Kacchan!
The warmth of his lips feels warmer than Izuku’s own body before he realizes he’s towering over Katsuki. Suddenly, the situation becomes real. He has the guy he’s been crushing on for ages is in bed with him , and shit, he likes him back too! What the fuck!
“Whatcha thinkin about?” Katsuki’s voice is low, almost like he doesn't want to invade space with a noisy comment. It’s surprising really, how shy he’s acting.
Izuku feel’s the blush on his face but he doesn't feel embarrassed to meet Katsuki’s gaze, “just how you like me.”
“Tsk,” Katsuki snickers, “Yeah. I do,” before he feels Katsuki’s hand slightly wandering, “Now, are you gonna do anything about it?”
“What do you want me to do?” It’s more of a statement than a question. Almost like a proposition.
“Anything you want,” Kacchan shrugs, but with a light airy voice. It’s inviting, in a sultry fashion. “what do you want to do?"
The thought that Kacchan is here, allowing him to delegate and just choose is making him go insane. What if he told him something…would he do it? Would he listen to Izuku if he asked him to get him off…?
The idea’s spin rapidly in his head—Kacchan naked.
“Stop thinking nerd,” Katsuki’s pulling at him, playing with the drawstrings of his sweater, “more stripping.”
“Kacchan!” It’s almost scandalous what he’s initiating.
“Don’t you want to see?” Kacchan grabs Izuku’s hand’s and places them on his own body. He does. Oh God, does he. Seemingly, Izuku is too slow to start off on his own. But the word’s snap him back into focus.
Ugh, how is Kacchan so effortlessly sexy? Though the question Kacchan posed before still rings in his head. What does he wanna do? “I uh, figured out what I want!”
“Yeah,” Kacchan stops from his previous fidgeting he was doing with Izuku’s sweater, ”Let’s hear it.”
Izuku stares at him, his eyes unable to leave Katsuki’s as he take’s in the way they soften, “I wanna date you. Like going out for sweets together or in your case something spicy– I can try spicy stuff too! But as long as we’re together, that’s what I want.”
Kacchan’s laugh that follows his statement is something raw and pure, he has to do a double take cause it’s such a rarity. “Sounds good.”
“Good!”
“Let’s just deal with your little problem first,” Katsuki said, referring to Izuku’s crouch. Well, the night is still young.