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Katsuki honest to god hated the damn fucking movie night. Someone always got messy with the snacks, and someone always cried or talked through the whole movie (no shade thrown at Raccoon Eyes there). So no fucking way, he was joining this headache-inducing bullshit his classmates insisted on holding once a month ever again.
He had joined them once, after Hair-for-Brains had been chewing his ear off about it the whole day and, hell as if he cared, but the dumbass needed stop bickering for the sake of his sanity, so he had agreed to it.
He only made it around thirty minutes before stalking back to his room, because a) he had been so tired he almost dozed off on the sofa anyway (he had to stay up way past his usual bedtime for this shit) and b) he had been sick of Dunce Face chewing chips louder than goddamn Godzilla next to his ear and he might or might not have punched an explosion into the bowl with the noisy snacks making a mess out of the living area.
So no thank you to repeating that experience.
Most of the movies they watched were crap anyway and today's was especially fucking idiotic since the dumbasses decided to dip into the horror genre with the most random fucking crap they could have found. But hey, he was not going to explain to them that any classical Japanese horror series could have whipped the floor with the cheap American squeaker they chose.
God, those uncultivated fucks didn't even bother to consider one of the classics if they had to go with American. This one though? Katsuki could see the jump scares coming from merely the bored glance he threw at the screen as he walked by to get himself some water for the night.
And he wouldn't have thrown a second look if not for a damn familiar high-pitched squeak capturing his attention. He suppressed a sigh because, of fucking course, this stupid good-for-nothing asshat Deku could handle even the most predictable, cheap scares and had his head buried into Round Face's shoulder.
"Deku, get off of me." She slightly chuckled and made the shitty nerd look at the screen in front of him, "You're making me miss the whole movie and I actually want to see that."
"But it's scary." The dickhead had the audacity to whine and fuck him, because was he intentionally trying to sound like a disgruntled baby kitten? Anyway, Katsuki spend a second being too smitten to fucking move his feet back to the stairs, and sue him, how was it his fault that the damned nerd was being irritatingly adorable? He probably wasn't the only one thinking that anyway and as if he was prompted by his thought, the motherfucking blonde on Deku's other side eagerly offered his hand to him.
"You can cling to me as much as you like, Mido." He offered with a smug grin on his face as the dickhead pretended he didn't see Katsuki standing right there. And Katsuki was far from being jealous (it was still fucking Dunce Face, come on!), but like hell he was going to let Deku hold hands with that bastard all night long.
So he did what any reasonable person would do in his situation and stalked over to them and jumped between the two without warning earning a series of curses and complaints from his classmates and another of those ridiculous(ly adorable) squeaks.
"Fucking make space, extras." He stated plenty late since he already carved his space between Dunce Face and Deku giving either of them almost no space to breathe. And he was definitely not thinking about how that pushed Deku's body against his side like at all (or how his skin was brushing against his, he was not trying to put himself into cardiac arrest)
"There is no space." Dunce Face was half crushed under Katsuki's butt and he was definitely not enjoying this. Serves the fucker right for trying to rub him the wrong way.
"I'm so sorry, Kaminari, I'll make space." The self-sacrificing idiot Deku fucking apologized as this situation was solely his fault, tried to stand up and like hell Katsuki was going to let him. Should Dunce Face move for all he cared. He pulled Deku back down determinedly and, swear to god, unintentionally pressed him on his lap with it (and his face wasn't red, it was the light coming from the damn movie, shut up.)
"Uhm, Ka-kacchan?" Deku stuttered, but whatever, he was staying there now and if it was the last thing Katsuki did. He was not going to stammer around like a fucking loser explaining it was an accident.
"Got enough space now, poo-brain?" He snarled at the blonde next to him instead and casually pulled Deku into a more comfortable position on his lap, making him squeak again, very silently this time. And lucky because Katsuki was sure otherwise everyone would hear his heart jump out of his chest from how goddamn close the shitty loser was.
And sure, they were worlds more interesting than the fucking movie because literally quite everything was, but if all those extras didn't stop staring at them, he was going to bite their faces off. Deku slightly whimpered (was he actively trying to murder Katsuki?) and hid his face in his hands.
"Did you idiots forget where the TV is?" Katsuki hissed in the round and most of them looked away, except for Shitty Hair and Raccoon Eyes with their damn smirks on their faces, but fuck them anytime.
Katsuki needed a second to process that the fucking shit nerd was not only pressing against his side anymore but was actually sitting in his fucking lap (what the actual fuck?!) and Deku was so fucking tense, it might have, at least a tiny bit, worried Katsuki he was not actually okay with the position he was in and serves him right for not asking properly (the hag would have pounded him into the ground for it for sure.)
"Is that fine for you, shit nerd?" He mumbled silently, again plenty late, but better than never, right? And luckily, he got a slight nod from the smaller boy as an answer and at least he took his hands off his face to look at the screen again.
Katsuki had better things to do than following the brain-dead plot of that abomination of what was supposed to be entertainment and Deku's face was so much more interesting anyway. (Or the tiny shifts he made against his leg, or the warmth emitted from him, but again Katsuki was not planning on giving himself even more severe tachycardia than he already had.)
It beat him, but for whatever reason, Deku tried to act all tough and cool now (as if Katsuki couldn't see his eyebrow flinch, he ain't fooling anybody) and made a point of not leaning into Katsuki for comfort.
The damn idiot would be the death of him someday and Katsuki sighed partly in frustration, partly because Deku hiding his face on his neck sure seemed nice in his head.
So he took it up to himself to make sure the nerd at least knew he was up to hug the stupid fear out of his bones, it was the least he could do as a good friend, wasn't it? (And yes he felt damn cheeky about whispering 'i don't mind if you cling on me either' into Deku's ear.)
The contrast between forest green and saturated red the nerd's face erupted in as a reaction was mildly said interesting (and Katsuki would spend a lot of time this evening thinking about how that color scheme made him feel), but what was even more interesting was that with the next jump scare, Deku actually pressed himself against Katsuki's chest in an attempt to scrunch away from the screen and if Katsuki was anything, he was a man of his word, and he protectively wrapped the hand around the smaller boy (to shield him from the evil, fictional monsters only of course).
"Kacchan!" Deku whimpered and fucking hell, was he close now. Katsuki could have damn well pressed a goddamn kiss on his shitty locks and it took superhuman restraint not to because he sure as death would never live that down (as if the assholes still eyeing him with knowing smirks, would ever let him live down what was already happening, but that was a whole other problem) and also he was not planing to force himself any further into the dumb nerd's personal space. He was an asshole, but not that kind of asshole. If he ever brought his mouth anywhere near the idiot then only with full damn consent.
" 's just a movie, idiot." He hummed and stoked his fingers along the dumbasses side in a (admittedly clumsy) attempts to calm him (no, his hand wasn't fucking shaking, he definitely did the vibrations on purpose, dammit.)
"I know." Deku whispered back and Katsuki glanced down to see him having his face still hidden, "Still going to stay here and hide if that's okay."
"Hmunpf." Katsuki made eloquently, because Yes was an impossibly complicated word and the cute fucker tugged one arm around his waist and one around his neck in the same moment to get really comfortable against Katsuki's chest and it murdered his speech center dead, okay? He could only take so much.
Katsuki directed his attention to the movie now anyways, because if he thought about the boy clinging to him too much, he might as well explode and his heart was damn close to it anyway, so at least he needed some distraction from that. It worked questionably well considering how goddamn bad the movie was.
"You act all tough, but your heart is racing." The goddamn oblivious disaster on his lap whispered after quite some time in what Katsuki guessed was an attempt of a tease, "So you're just as scared as I am."
And he heard Dunce Face silently snigger at their conversation and his eyes blew the asshole up. The bastard was lucky he had the human equivalent of a kitten in his lap right now and couldn't move, because otherwise he would have been deader than dead.
Admittedly it was kind of hard to feel murderous with Deku melting his brain into a puddle and his voice was totally normal and not horse at all when he answered: "Are you comfortable?" Instead of reacting to what Deku had said.
"Hmn." The smaller one made and pressed himself closer into Katsuki's chest and holy shit how was the thing with the oxygen working again?
Not that Katsuki didn't know how completely fucking lost he was for Deku (he was not an idiot!) but it didn't mean he was immune against the assaulting adorable boy actually snuggling him like he was his body pillow or some fucking shit with a contempt fucking smile on his shitty freckle face. Or that the blockhead apparently was so fucking comfortable he managed to fall asleep on him and while Katsuki would have ended everyone else peacefully sobering on his favorite shirt the only thing he felt with Deku was the need to bite his shitty snub nose because ugh!
"You can thank me later." Dunce Face had the audacity to snicker and Katsuki just managed to 'shush' him more or less aggressively.
And he definitely didn't spend the rest of the movie with a delirious smile on his face (he doesn't smile, he maybe didn't look like he was about to murder someone for once, but that's it, get your fucking eyes checked), looking down on the peaceful features of the boy tugged into his chest and he didn't think about how Deku's soft locks slightly tickle his neck and he definitely did not daydream of kissing him either, even though the sound of it wasn't half terrible.
As the credits rolled Deku opened his eyes slowly and blinked up to Katsuki.
"Oh, sorry, I must have dozed off." He mumbled sluggishly, "Now you had to watch the whole movie because of me." Katsuki had a hard time baring the look from his sleep-drunken eyes because damn it made his brain jump to see Deku waking up next to him and for that he would first need to spend the night with him and that thought was just alsnfdhjkgws!
"Don't worry about stupid shit like that, idiot." He murmured and Deku yawned.
"I'm so sleepy." He complained and blinked his doe eyes once again up to Katsuki. That manipulative fucker. Katsuki didn't have to look up to know half of their class was eyeing them already again because they all were nosy fucking bastards and this was supposedly fucking embarrassing for him. But fuck, Deku really had him wrapped around his little finger, so of course that shit worked.
"Let's bring you to your room then." Katsuki grunted (and it sounded pissed not compliant, die.) and stood up in one motion lifting Deku off with him. And he made it look easy because even though the boy was so much smaller than all of his classmates, he was fucking packing and he was way heavier than he seemed.
"Hmn, 'kay." He mumbled and said louder than, "Good night everyone."
Katsuki was already halfway through the living area. Deku got a few good nights back and Katsuki heard Shitty Hair chirp: "You coming back to bring me up to my room like that as well, Bakubro?"
"Yeah, Kacchan, I want to be carried bridal style and get tucked in by you!" Dunce Face pouted. Katsuki snarled like a wild animal.
"Come on leave him alone." Round Face of all people chimed in as if he needed her fucking help.
"Yeah, you're delusional if you think Deku would let him leave his room again." Racoon Eyes snickered and that was just it.
"OI, YOU ASSHOLES TRYING TO DIE?" He exploded and turned back at them. He felt Deku's hand soft rubbing against his neck.
"Ignore them." He purred sluggishly (fucking sleepy, kittencoded bastard).
Katsuki cursed himself for being such a sucker for making the shitty nerd happy, so he just grunted again and then left the living area under the holler of those shitheads that were supposed to be his friends. Tomorrow he'd blast their heads off for sure. Tomorrow when he was not uncharacteristically tame because of the asshat he was carrying. Fucking hell.
He carried him all the way to his bed and settled him down gently. Deku looked like he was about to snuggle into his dorky Allmight blanket instantly, but Katsuki was not going to have it.
"Oi, loser you brush your teeth still." He ordered sternly, then in a softer manner added: "Do you still need anything?"
"Kacchan's so caring with me." Deku cooed instead of an answer with a little smug grin on his face. Fuck him.
"Someone's gotta do it and you fucking suck at taking care of yourself." Katsuki growled and Deku just giggled.
"All right then, get some sleep, shitty Deku." He huffed before making his way over to the door.
"Kacchan?" He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around again. Deku skipped towards him, smug grin still on his face. He stopped right in front of him, blinked those motherfucking innocent eyes up at him once again and pressed himself up to his tippy toes.
"Good night." He whispered and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek and fucking hell, now he did it. Katsuki died. His face burned up, his heart stopped beating, his palms were assaulted by agressive sweating. What the fucking hell was even happening with him? Katsuki took one step back to not accidently blow Deku up with the amount of explosive liquids gathering between his fingers.
"Good night, Izuku." He chocked out somehow and stumbled for the door almost falling over his feet like a complete fucking loser (fucking release him from this misery, would you?). Deku's endearing fucking giggle followed him out. Katsuki almost screamed in frustration.
Fucking hell, he hated the damn movie night.