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"Bakugo?" Kirishima questioned, seeing the blonde standing by the red head's doorway. He hadn't locked the door, so entering wasn't that difficult.
"Hey, Kirishima." Katsuki greeted his friend, leaning on the door frame. He walked over to sit beside him on his bed.
Katsuki looked quite serious, having called him by his name instead of insulting nicknames. But Kirishima couldn't tell what was up with the guy despite being his best friend.
"How did you know you were in love?" He asked, looking away and avoiding eye contact.
"With Mina?" Kirishima asked, knowing the obvious answer.
"Yes, with Pinky. Who else? Phone Charger?" The blonde retorted, his left leg shaking.
Kirishima was loading for a while, but then he soon understood the memo. "Who is it, bro?!" he asked with enthusiasm, his eyes were practically sparkling.
"I'm not telling you shit until you answer!" Katsuki aggressively replied, a deep red blush painting over his face. His face was smoking and it was practically the color of his best friend's hair!
"Well... If you want to know so badly. I just, had a feeling it was her, you know? She, she held my hand that day and I felt her power over my heart. I laid down beside her and knew she was the one for me." Kirishima answered, smiling to himself as he reminisced over the time he knew he fell in love with his girlfriend.
Katsuki stayed silent, looking down at his own feet.
"It's Midoriya, isn't it?!" The red head guessed with a grin, knowing he was correct. The blonde stood silent, so he immediately knew.
Kirishima's face lit up, his educated guess being correct. "Holy shit! When?"
"Uh. It's been forever. But I think I can pinpoint when I realized."
I was ignoring him that day. For petty reasons, even reasons that are petty enough for me.
It was after the war, I didn't want him to worry about me but I guess it took the wrong turn. I avoided him and avoided any sort questions about the war, but that turned our to worry him even more.
Knowing him, he sticks his nose into everybody's business. He won't stop pestering you until he makes things right.
It was around evening that time. I couldn't sleep and I went down to the kitchen to get some water to help my thirst.
I swore I saw a figure sitting on the couch, and I couldn't really see clearly since it was dark and all lights in the dormitories were turned off. I didn't bother to check out who it was, because I was too tired and all I wanted was just some water.
Now that I look back at this memory, I know that it was Izuku.
After having a glass of water, I eventually rose up to continue my sleep in my bed room.
Until,
"He held my hand." Katsuki told Kirishima, who was listening intently to his magical love story.
Izuku held my hand.
It was a soft grab, soft enough for me to linger around a little longer and crave more. I could still feel his hand in mine.
"What-" I said with confusion, but I was cut off.
"Why are you avoiding me?" He questioned, biting his lip and I could feel my throat tighten. I didn't face him then since I was turned around, and I'm kind of glad. He would have seen my face glowing with red. I couldn't say anything there.
"I asked a question, Kacchan." He said after my silence, I could already feel the scowl on his face. But I knew he was probably choking back tears. Stupid nerd can't live without me.
I turned to face him, and he avoided eye contact. Crazy, it was supposed to be me avoiding eye contact.
His hand slowly let go of mine, and I was a little bit sad there. Call me selfish, I know.
"Why should you care?" I said, looking to my side and avoiding to look at his face. I wish I looked at his face then, he must've looked pretty. The prettiest boy I've ever seen in my entire damn life.
"Because I do! How long will it take for your- thick skull to accept that I! That I, care about you!" He said, tears breaking out while he was relentlessly wiping them off his face. I looked at him then and felt my heart racing faster and faster. I didn't want to mess this up even more.
"You've been avoiding me for almost two months! Who wouldn't- Who wouldn't get angry?" He spoke once more, the tears finally calming.
My body acted without my mind being in the right place, and I wiped a tear that streamed down his right eye. He stood silent as my thumb carressed over his face.
"You look ugly when you cry." I teased, ignoring the part where my heart went so fast I couldn't comprehend it anymore.
He hugged me. And it was the most surreal thing I've ever experienced.
I didn't hug him back, but feeling his warm body on mine, his scent, made me feel complete. The vibrations of his heart beat that was gradually speeding up, the warm breaths he took whilst his head was burried in my chest.
"I can never bring myself to hate you." Izuku sobbed, and for the first time, I didn't mind my shirt being wet with someone else's tears.
I walked him to his room, and it felt ethereal. Like we were a thing. But we were so much less than that.
I wish I would have kissed him right then and there.
"Holy shit dude. You have it bad." Kirishima said, his mouth left agape.
"I know."
Katsuki eventually left Kirishima's room, and he somehow stumbled upon Izuku. What a great timing.
"You were in Kirishima's room just now" Izuku questioned, well, it was more of a clarification. Anyway, he was timid and awkward. He was holding something behind him and Katsuki comically turned to snoop on what he was hiding.
"Yeah?" Katsuki replied, questioning the boy out of suspicion. "What's that you're hiding? I'm not fucking stupid."
"Oh, this? Psh, it's- it's nothing" He answered, pulling up a shaky grin as his face lit up in red out of embarrassment.
Katsuki raised a brow at this, but decided not to question it.
"I was gonna go to your room so I could drop this off real quick. It's just something All Might left." Izuku eventually confessed, showing him the meat buns that were wrapped in plastic.
"Cool." Katsuki awkwardly replied, grabbing the plastic bag whilst his heart threatened to leak out his chest.
"Are you okay? Your hand's kind of uh- shaking right now-"
"What? Fuck you, that's nothing." He insisted, hooking the plastic bag into his pointer finger, looking to the side. Again with avoiding eye contact!
... and it was silent
Like, really silent and awkward.
"Soo-"
"Let me walk you to your room."
They said at the same time, Izuku couldn't help but bring out a little chuckle.
"Well, are you going back to yours?" Katsuki questioned, making sure.
"Sure, why not."
And then they walked.
And walked.
And walked.
There was not much talking.
Then they got to Izuku's room.
The green haired boy stood in front of his door way, facing Katsuki during their silence. He was more on like, examining his features.
"You not gonna, uh, enter your room?" Katsuki said whilst raising a brow, pointing at the door that Izuku was standing in front of.
"Do you like me?" Izuku questioned, looking concerned. Maybe he was weirded the fuck out!
Katsuki took a while to get there, but he eventually processed the information. "HUH? Shitty Hair snitched that fast?" he shook in surprise, it was totally unexpected!
"Ha?"
"Course I like you. How could I not? Everyone adores you. 'Least I do. You and your freaky eyes, stupid hair, and how you have fucking control over my heart that isn't even supposed to be beating right now!" He eventually confessed in an improper manner, brows furrowed. He was definitely going to punch Kirishima. Izuku looked confused.
"Kacc-"
"And I think I'm In love with you. Fuck it, I don't expect anything from this. You would never in a millenium reciprocate any shit. After our history? Nuh uh. And I wasn't even planning on telling you anything until you and your oblivious ass caught on!"
"Kacchan, I meant platonically."
Silence.
"Oh." He eventually responded, face burning red. Embarrassment because he thought it was a diffferent type of 'like' or was it because, I dunno, HE EXPOSED HIMSELF OF HIS DAMN FEELINGS?
"I think i'm gonna-" He said, attempting to flee but Izuku once again latched onto his wrist and cut his sentence short
"Wait!" Izuku squealed, grasping Katsuki's wrist. He might have used a small percentage of his quirk.
"You're gonna- You're gonna tell me all your feelings and you! you wont even give me any time to tell mine?!"
They fell into silence once more, letting each other breathe for a moment before they return to their conversation.
"I-"
And then all lights went out. Damn, a black out? What great timing, you fuckers.
"I FUCKED UP THE LIGHTS!!!" They could hear Kaminari screaming from the first floor.
"What the..."
"No matter." Izuku spoke, fumbling for his phone and opening flash to illuminate their faces.
"Wow, what a savior." Katsuki teased.
"Shut up. I like you too, okay? And I- And I have for a long time. Maybe it was because of how handsome you are, maybe your quirk, your explosive personality, well jokes on you it's all of the abo-"
And he was cut off by something pressed onto his lips.
Katsuki's. Lips. On. His.
It was dry and a chaste brush on the lips, but it was all he ever wanted.
They went for one more, and this time, Izuku allowed for more exploration. It was sloppy, both's first kisses being stolen.
"One more."
"Just one more."
Once they stopped, Katsuki finally looked at Izuku. He didn't avoid eye contact this time.
"Could you pinpoint when you realized you were, you were in love with me?' Izuku shyly requested, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
"Remember when I avoided you?"