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Katsuki’s driving home from a race, victory surging through his veins after once again reminding everyone that he’s the best underground racer on the circuit, when he gets stopped at a light. He curses under his breath because this is the light that changes quickly. It’s like something in the programming is off by minutes because it’ll turn green and be turning yellow and red three seconds later.
He rolls his eyes as he waits for the light to change back, knowing it’ll take a couple minutes as the other lights are normal, and he revs his bike a bit. Exhaustion is clinging to him like a second skin right now, and he’s ready to get some sleep.
When he sees the light turn yellow, he revs his bike again, hands clenching as he gets ready, but then another bike joins him at the light, revving as well. Katsuki turns to look at the other biker in surprise, usually he only runs into other underground riders this late, and he knows nobody else should be out here at three in the morning. He doesn’t recognize the black bike that shines with green lightning, or the man whose identity is completely concealed by his helmet, but he does see the green1 license plate when the biker takes off as the light finally turns green.
His curiosity is piqued.
So, he gets moving and catches up easily before surpassing the guy. He’s all smirks until the guy comes back to overtake him again. They’re running fairly even through about four lights before they hit the train tracks about a light away from his place, but he notices the other rider slows as he goes over it. When they hit the next light, the guy gives him a thumbs up before signaling his turn and disappearing around the corner while Katsuki waits for the light to turn green.
For the next two days, all Katsuki can think about is that guy.
He doesn’t see him again, not for lack of trying with going the same route after the next race that happens, but the mystery biker just isn’t riding.
When Katsuki steps into the mechanics shop that he runs with his best friend, don’t tell him Katsuki said that, Eijirou, he feels at home. It’s been a couple days since he was able to be in the shop because he’s been working with his mom and dad on a new fashion line as he’s one of the designers at their company as well. Two different worlds live within him, but he’s at home in both.
He might feel a little more at home when he works in the mechanics shop though, but everyone knows that.
He’s not really supposed to be in the shop today as it’s technically his day off, from both jobs, but he’s been out for two days. So, Katsuki had to come in and handle some things for one of their high caliber clients that he hadn’t gotten to when he was supposed to.
With a wave and a grunt at Eijirou, he heads straight for his office to gather the notes he’d made on the bikes he was handling. He needs to know what tools to grab, what he’d ordered so he can find them in the back, and where they’d set the bikes up to be worked on.
It takes him a good twenty minutes to find everything he needs and get his list of tools and part orders jotted down. Then he’s heading back out of his office only to stop when he sees a familiar bike parked just inside the shop. His eyes find the license plate and widen when he reads green1.
Immediately he turns to figure out where the owner is, and he finds him talking to Eijirou by the desk. Katsuki’s lips part in awe as he catches sight of the man with the prettiest freckles that go with his curly green hair that is joined by an undercut… Damn.
Drool pools down his lips as he takes in this small statured man who is clearly built very fucking good. Broad chest, thick thighs, an ass for days, and he’s got his helmet held against his side like it’s a reflex, one that Katsuki knows well.
Fuck he wants this man, and he doesn’t even know his name.
He wipes at his mouth quickly when he catches sight of one of the employees coming out, probably heading to lunch, but he’s still stuck on this gorgeous sight.
“Yo, Bakubro, come meet Midobro! He’s a new client dropping his bike off after a nasty crash a few nights ago!” calls Eijirou, snapping Katsuki out of his drool fest as he shakes his head and emerald green eyes lock on garnet red.
“Crash? The nerd who raced me managed to crash? Was it the same night?” asks Katsuki with a judgmental arch of his brow because he’s gotta be an asshole, it’s who he is, but his eyes are scanning, looking for any obvious sign that something happened to this man during said crash.
“It was actually last night. I had another bike rider crash into me after a truck t-boned a car in front of me, and I had to stop quickly to avoid being involved in that crash only to end up in a different one. Think my alignment and my gas is screwed though, which is why I had Sho help me get it here since he said his boyfriend’s good friend’s shop is the best in town.” The guy is rambling, free hand coming up and rubbing across the undercut and brushing down his hair over his head until a curl falls down to the bridge of his nose before popping back up. The guy’s other hand is curling around his helmet and dropping it slightly from its place only to hike it back up, a repetitive nervous tic motion that he recognizes because Dunceface does it too.
“You got any injuries you didn’t get taken care of after the crash too, or am I only supposed to fix your bike?” asks Katsuki with an eye roll as he turns to look at the bike, letting his eyes roam over the visible mechanics.
“Just the bike. My ribs are bruised, but other than that, I’m golden. How long are you gonna have her though?” asks the guy, sounding like he’s pouting, and Katsuki’s head whips around so fast that Eijirou snorts at him as he sees the guy in fact is pouting.
“You keep stickin’ that lower fuckin’ lip out and imma have to do somethin’ bout it, nerd. Give it three days, if you don’t hear from us, fuckin’ call. Shitty hair will get your information, and you can pay when you pick her up.” replies Katsuki, smirking when greenie’s eyes go wide and his jaw drops, lower lip sticking out just a bit more. “That counts too, nerd.”
“Yeah? Well, maybe I want you to do something about it, handsome.” replies the guy with a half-smile that has Katsuki feeling like melting which pisses him off because dammit, not at work. “Kirishima, I have a class soon, so can I get that paperwork now?”
“Yeah, of course man! Keep flirting with the boss, and I’ll grab that right away.” Eijirou is grinning bright and teasingly before he turns and mutters as he walks away, not muttering quietly enough for either of them to miss the shit he’s saying. “Honestly, can’t believe you got the boss to flirt, man doesn’t flirt with anyone. Got his heart broke once and never tried again, won’t even do one-night stands cause he’s a damn hopeless romantic.”
“Just for that, Shitty Hair, you’re on oil duty for the next month!” sneers Katsuki as he glares at the redhead’s back, smirking when he turns around in a panic and then groans because everyone knows Katsuki doesn’t say shit he doesn’t mean.
“Oh, got your heart broke and won’t do anything with people anymore, huh? I know the feeling. Had my own heart shattered a year ago, I never thought I’d flirt again.” murmurs the guy softly, eyes flickering between Katsuki and the ground as his free hand falls to his helmet, black fingernail painted fingers tracing shapes into the protective gear. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I shouldn't have done that.”
“Didn’t make me fuckin’ uncomfortable, I’d have told you to get your ass outta here and take the bike with ya if you did. I flirted too, fuckin’ think you’re hot or something. You’ll figure it out if you keep comin’ here with your bike that I don’t say shit I don’t mean, and nobody forces me to do shit I don’t want to fuckin’ do either. But it don’t fuckin’ matter anyways. I’m just gonna fix your bike, and that’ll be it. I’ll comp some of it for makin’ ya uncomfortable though.” replies Katsuki as he twists away from the freckled man, uncertain of how to keep going when he just had his damn past bared and had this guy understand and not coddle him for it.
Weird as shit to know someone hurt him though because who the fuck could hurt this guy like that? Been maybe fifteen minutes, and Katsuki already can’t imagine making those pretty eyes fill with tears without moans leaving those lips too.
“Midobro, I got the papers if you wanna come here and sign everything!” calls Eijirou loudly, voice echoing across the garage.
“It’s Izuku, and I’ll definitely be coming around again… maybe don’t have me come pick the bike up unless you’re here though, huh? No comping things, but I’d definitely like to talk to you again because you didn’t make me uncomfortable, just flattered and interested as heck.” replies the guy, Izuku, shyly as he reaches out and taps Katsuki’s shoulder pulling his attention to him as he speaks. But then he’s smiling softly and twisting around to head for the main office to sign the papers. “Can’t believe you called me hot when you look like that, sexy motherfucker.”
“You can cuss under your breath but not to me, sweetheart? Gonna have to work on that cause you sound so good when you cuss for me.” calls Katsuki teasingly, laughing when Izuku turns around and glares at him, freckled cheeks a ruddy color that makes him wanna bite ‘em.
“Shuddup, pretty boy, can’t nobody sound better than you.” huffs Izuku before hurrying into the main office, shaking his head as he goes.
“Gonna date him so goddamn hard he’s not gonna know what fuckin’ hit him.” says Katsuki with a smirk before heading towards the back to grab what he needs for the high-priority client’s bike because he’s got work to do.
He’s pretty damn glad he came to work on his day off.