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if you had told izuku midoriya 5 years ago, that he and katsuki would be making out in his dorm room in five years time, he would blush and call you crazy.
however, not only is he currently in another headspace, sitting criss-cross in front of katsuki as messy hands tangle in each other’s hair- he’s a second year student at UA high. something he still has difficulty believing.
soft breaths could be heard around his dorm room as gentle hands carded through his hair, hands which years ago he believed could only cause him pain. katsuki slid his hand down to izuku’s nape and pulled him in closer, biting his bottom lip. izuku sighed in content as he felt his lips move against his.
katsuki smiled the softest of smiles against the kiss, pulling away only to quickly peck the freckled boy, over and over again. a peck on his cheek scar, a peck on that one freckle he loved so much, a peck on his cheek, his eyebrow, his-
izuku broke out into a fit of giggles. “kacchan, stop that,” he let out between giggles, but they both knew that was an empty demand.
sighing in content as he calmed down, izuku rearranged his stance, moving forward as bakugo understood the memo and removed his hand from his neck and down to his waist, pulling him in and setting him down on his lap. thighs placed around katsuki’s legs as the man leaned back, allowing deku to lean forward and kissing him ever-so-softly.
right now, neither of them want to think about anything else. not about the war, not about their grades, or their future, or that 8 am training they have tomorrow. only each other. only how deku can feel katsuki pulling him in closer, and how katsuki can feel izuku’s lips against his.
with another light peck, they both separate. green emeralds staring into fiery, red rubies. bakugo wishes he could stay in that moment forever, getting lost in a forest of green, letting the world fade around him. mapping out new constellations out of his freckles, caressing the scar he now learned to love.
moving his hands from izuku’s waist, katsuki instead grabs at the hem of the other boy’s shirt, and after approval- takes his shirt off. he marvels at the constellations of freckles and the scars littering his chest, both big and small.
“so, so pretty.” he mutters under his breath as deku lets out a light laugh. he watches as katsuki moves his hands to a certain cluster of freckles, around his shoulder; and begins to trace. izuku knows him well enough to know that he’s mapping out his own universe; creating names for made up constellations on tan skin, tracing the patterns and memorizing them.
he couldn’t be more in love.
he watches as these hands, scarred- with evidence of battle, hands which could set buildings on fire and which years prior showed him nothing but hate, gently trace along his skin as if he was something special. something to be treasured.
he can feel the boy below him circle his finger around a certain freckle. “this one, this one reminds me of venus.” he says, concentration filling his gaze. izuku stares at him in adoration, and smiles. “how so?” he lifts one of his hands to caress through blonde spikes. the explosive boy sighs contently before he begins again.
“well, it’s sort of- highlighted. it’s darker than the other freckles around it. Venus is the brightest planet in our solar system, so much so it’s nicknamed the morning star because of its light. you can see it clearly in the night sky..” he trails off, moving his fingers from his shoulders to deku’s cheek, cupping it. he whispers, “it reminds me of you.”
the green haired boy leans into the touch, and melts. “yeah?” he smiles. katsuki nods his head, and he swears there’s some tears threatening to spill from izuku’s eyes. “yeah.” he whispers, staring into those bright, green emeralds in which he could fall into. he wonders how he got so lucky, lucky enough to not only be forgiven, but to be given a second chance. for his feelings to be reciprocated. a part of him still feels like he doesn’t deserve it, the treatment he receives from deku.
smiling, izuku leans forward and he captures katsuki’s lips, letting out a tired sigh into a slow, light-hearted kiss. katsuki tastes like cinnamon and a protein drink flavor he can’t quite put his finger on, but that’s okay. he thinks it’s perfect anyways.
pulling away, both boys take a couple of seconds to regulate their breaths. izuku doesn’t realize it, but his hand has been on katsuki’s chest- protective, right over his heart, as if it would grow legs and pop out of his chest if given the chance.
the blonde speaks up. “come on, let’s lay down,” he mutters, hazed and clearly tired. izuku crawls out of his lap as katsuki rearranges himself, and the green haired boy follows suit. he watches as bakugo lays on his side and lifts the covers, inviting him in. deku gladly slides in, taking up the spot in front of him.
he hums in content as he feels katsuki pull him in, draping one leg over his and setting his arm on his waist, hand resting on his stomach. he couldn’t ask for more. giggling, deku’s neck tingles as bakugo arranges himself behind him, placing his head on the boy’s neck as his spikey hair tickles him. katsuki lets out a quick chuckle.
humming, izuku takes the hand katsuki’s got draped over him, and holds it loosely. bakugo would be lying if he said he wasn’t blushing, still feeling as head over heels as the day he figured out he was in love with him.
in reality, katsuki had really always been in love with deku. he hadn’t realized it, no, not until he had almost lost him. not until his body moved on his own to protect him- not until he himself had died.
in a way, his death made him realize a lot of things. at least it provided some benefits, rather than just giving him a fragile heart for the rest of his life and some lifelong trauma he’ll have to deal with.
it’s alright though, he thinks. it’s alright when he gets to have nights like these, with izuku in his arms. both of them are alive. both of them are (partially) unharmed. they’re breathing, he can feel izuku’s chest moving up and down. feel his heart against his chest. his hand holding his.
snapped out of his trance, he hears izuku whisper a tired, “i love you.” and he thinks that if he could pick any moment in his life to stay in permanently, he’d pick this one.