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“Thanks a ton, Jirou. I’ll be sure to return the favor, just let me know!.”
“Anytime, Midoriya. You know where to find me.” The girl winked before turning around, taking long strides across the lawn to regroup with the rest of their class.
It was New Years Eve, and class 3-A was gathered in front of Heights Alliance dorm, ready to celebrate the best way they knew how - setting off explosives while halfway to drunk off the extremely cheap box wine that somebody smuggled on campus.
The more sober ones - Iida and Yaoyorozu - were carefully setting up some bottle rockets, making sure no one even thought about bringing a lighter near them until everything was safely prepared.
The less sober ones - pretty much most of them at this point - were entertaining themselves. Half of the class was chasing Hagakure around in some backwards game of tag with the invisible girl. Closer to the dorm, Kaminari was laid back on the grass, Ashido holding a bag of rose over his open mouth, yelling at him to “slap it already, dammit!”
By the door, Uraraka and Asui had just finished painting Kirishima with glow-in-the-dark body paint, his shirtless chest decorated with colorful dots, new years eve slogans, and for some reason, drawings of very muscular men.
Despite the chaos, Izuku couldn’t help but smile with fondness. He had grown to care for each and every one of them over the years - their friendship something he could never take for granted. This would be their last time celebrating the new year as classmates, but hopefully they could still find a way to come together as adults. As friends.
Still, there was one person Izuku really wanted to spend the new year with - without an audience.
That person was currently standing to the side of the lawn with Tokoyami, crimson eyes sharp but relaxed as he nodded, listening to whatever their resident emo boy was saying.
But not for long.
Izuku quickly stuffed his hands into his pockets, stashing the small bundle with subtlety as he pulled out his phone.
Izuku: Roof?
He turned towards the door of their dormitory, carefully stepping past Uraraka as she and Asui now carefully drew squiggly lines on Todoroki.
“Deku, where are you going? We’re about to light the fireworks Momo made!”
Izuku turned with a casual smile. “I just need to take care of something real quick, don’t wait up for me!” He hurried inside before she could offer to make them wait; he was certainly not about to be quick with this.
Taking the steps three at a time, Izuku climbed his way up each flight of stairs until he clattered through the roof access door with a huff of anticipation.
The cool night air hit him like a wave crashing against his hot cheeks, still slightly flushed from the alcohol in his system. Although he had just been outside on the lawn, it felt somehow cooler on the rood - quiet and solitary. Sobering.
He carefully approached the edge of the roof, grateful to see that his classmates had already begun lighting sparklers. Beneath him, they danced around without a care in the world.
A glance at his phone showed that it was five minutes until midnight. No response to his message.
He squinted down at the lawn, eyes searching for the familiar spikes of blonde hair that he had grown to love.
Love. He could finally admit it to himself - what he felt for the blonde was love. Obsession, passion, admiration, compassion, longing, pride; every feeling could be traced back to love.
The new year was coming, and he didn’t want to bring any regrets or uncertainty with him. Tonight was the night.
CA-LACK!
A loud clatter startled him from his thoughts with a jump, causing him to whip around towards the door.
Just as quickly, Izuku was put back at ease. Katsuki approached in long, casual strides, hand stuffed into the pockets of his black sweats. A large tote was thrown over his shoulder, quilt peeking out over the top.
No matter how many times Izuku saw him up here, he could never get tired of the way the moonlight reflected off his eyes, glinting like cut rubies; precious and deeply faceted and trained right on him.
Somewhere beneath the mix of crimson, vermillion, and scarlet hues was a warmth that only Izuku got to see. A softness that only came out on nights like these, when only the blanket of stars above them played witness to their quiet talks.
“What’s that dopey smile for, nerd?” Katsuki asked, approaching.
Izuku hadn’t even noticed as his cheeks pulled into a grin - the blonde had a way of doing that to him. It’d be embarrassing if it wasn’t so, so endearing.
“Nothing. Just happy.” He replied easily. “Come sit.”
Izuku lowered himself to the hard surface, reaching into his pocket to fish out the bundle from earlier.
“Ears come through?” The blonde asked, dropping down beside him.
“She always does.”
Izuku could feel eyes on him as he undid the bundle, two neatly pre-rolled joints falling between them.
“One for tonight, one for tomorrow?”
Katsuki let out a rough chuckle. “ ‘ts almost tomorrow, nerd. You’ve got - “ he checked his watch. “Three minutes.”
“Just enough time to light up then.”
Izuku shuffled closer, their knees touching as he carefully picked up the joint, holding it between his lips. Movements quiet and routine, Katsuki lifted his palm to spark tiny clusters with his quirk.
Small fireworks danced brilliantly, like a private show of color and beauty - just one more secret kept between them. Carefully, Izuku caught the end in a spark, watching as the twisted end burned quickly and cleanly.
He took a deep inhale, shoulders relaxing as the musky, earthy smoke clouded his senses.
Eyes closed, he exhaled slowly as calloused fingers lifted the smoldering joint from his own.
He cast a sidelong glance, watching as Katsuki mimicked his movements.
Maybe the weed was already getting to his head, but Izuku swore he could see the muscles relaxing as the blonde let out a cloud of smoke - his jaw unsetting, his shoulders lowering, his posture opening up, finally ready to let his guards down and just.. be, with Izuku for a little while.
Hopefully for more than a little while. Izuku glanced at his phone. Two minutes.
Katsuki offered the joint, and Izuku took it passively.
“Hey, Kacchan?” Izuku started through closed teeth, breathing in deeply as the blonde turned towards him. He blew a plume of smoke to the side, mustering up as much courage as he could. Nothing unfinished. Plus Ultra, bitch.
He passed the joint idlely, letting his softened gaze meet Katsuki’s own.
One minute.
“I love you, you know that?"
Katsuki paused, hand halfway towards his mouth. Crimson eyes widened for a second before schooling back into an unreadable expression. Izuku’s heart lurched into his throat.
He watched as the blonde lifted the joint to his lips, shaking his head softly. “You’re an idiot.” Katsuki grumbled, breathing in deeply.
Izuku… didn’t know how to respond to that. He was now fully facing the blonde, mouth hung open in a silent rebuttal.
And then, the familiar warmth of a callous hand was grasping the back of his neck and pulling him in.
Izuku squeaked as lips crashed against his - hot and hard and washed with the earthy, dank aroma of their shared secret. A cool tongue licked into his mouth lazily, overwhelming his senses with the taste of boxed wine and cheap weed and something else. Something sweet.
His muddled mind scrambled to catch up to what was happening. Lips. Tongue. Hand. Kiss? Kiss. This was a kiss. Oh.
Somewhere beneath them, cheers erupted as the clock struck midnight.
Izuku surged forward to accept what was being offered, as greedy and rough as his partner had been. He wanted to live off of their shared breaths. He wanted to taste every inch of Katsuki’s mouth. He wanted to melt into him; to feel him, to be with him.
He couldn’t get enough.
Katsuki nipped at his lip, earning a soft moan. Before he could counter with his own, Katsuki pulled back, panting between them.
Izuku frowned, but was quickly mollified when the blonde lifted the joint up to his lips. He took a long hit before leaning for another kiss.
Their mouths danced together in quiet step, only the quiet smack of wet lips and muffled whimpers between them. Smoke trickled out from the edges of their mouths as they explored everything the other had to offer. Even in this, there was a familiar push and pull to their movements, like an unspoken competition between them as they shared air and spit and hopes and desires and -
Shit, was he getting ahead of himself?
Izuku wrenched himself away, panting for air as he blinked his eyes clear. Inches away from him, Katsuki was flushed a deep red. His pupils were fully blown out, the once gimmering rubies now taken over by a bottomless dark sea, scattered with the reflections of the constellations above.
“Kacchan, wha- “ He panted.
“So fuckin’ obvious.” Katsuki grumbled.
“Does this mean you - accept my feelings?”
Katsuki diverted his eyes. “Wouldn’t be up here smoking this shit with you if I didn’t.”
The joint they had lit was now slowly burning to a stub, nearly at the filter. Well. They certainly got enough use out of it.
“Kacchan…”
The sudden boom startled them both from their moment. Beneath them, the rest of their class had started to launch the Big ™ fireworks.
Lights exploded before them, filling the sky with dazzling colors. The dramatic celebration gave the end of the year some sense of finality - a delineation between then and now . A farewell, and a welcome, into the next stage of their lives.
For Izuku, that meant graduation, apartments, full time hero work, and… well… maybe it now meant a relationship too.
“Tch, if they wanted to watch some fuckin’ explosions, they could’ve just asked me.”
Izuku smiled, curling up against Katsuki’s side as the blonde draped the quilt over their shoulders.
“Mm, you know it’s not the same.” He playfully nudged Katsuki’s shoulder with his own.
“Duh,” Katsuki rolled his eyes. ”Mine are cooler.”
Izuku couldn’t hold back the snort of laughter. As much as his life might change with each year that ticks by, some things would always be the same.
The blonde lifted an eyebrow. “You’re not denying it.”
“I’m not.” Izuku conceded.
Katsuki smirked, and Izuku felt his heart dance at the sight. Yeah, he had it bad for him.
“Wanna go join them?”
Izuku considered it for a moment, then turned to press a soft kiss up into Katsuki’s cheek.
“Nah. We gotta watch the sunrise, so we might as well stay here until the others decide to come up for it.” He shrugged. “Anyways. It’s ‘tomorrow’ and we’ve got a whole ‘nother joint to pass the time.”
“Such a stoner nerd.” Katsuki shook his head dramatically. “I can’t believe I ever let you get me hooked on this shit.”
“Psh. Don’t act like you don’t like it.”
“Well, I definitely liked what we were doing with it just a minute ago.”
“Kinky.”
“I’ll show you kinky, you little shit.”
“Not on the roof! Kacchannnnn!”