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Izuku and Katsuki had been best friends. Then enemies. Then bully vs. bullied. Then rivals. That was common sense in class 1-A. To everyone but said rivals. See, they never actually hated each other. Their relationship had not, if fact, fallen apart all those years ago. In fact, it was quite the opposite:
“Hey, Kacchan.”
“Yeah? What is it, Izu?” The blonde turned his head away from the beetle he was poking, red eyes staring into quivering green ones. He sighed.
“I…I've noticed h-how,” Izuku took a shaky breath before continuing. “I've noticed how the other kids treat you, Kacchan. Because you're friends with a quirkless loser like m-” Katsuki stood abruptly, rushing over to his friend and clamping a hand over his mouth.
“Shh…don't say things like that, Izuku! You're not a quirkless loser, you're gonna be the number one hero! And I'll be number one too, we’ll both be the best!! It doesn't matter if you don't have a quirk, you're stupidly smart, that should be a quirk all on its own.” The blonde angrily stomped his foot, tears now brimming in Izuku’s emerald eyes.
“Th-thanks, Kacchan. I d-don’t know w-what I would d-do without y-you…” Katsuki smiled at this and pulled his best friend into a hug.
But the bullying never stopped, the other kids never gave either boy a break, and eventually they made a deal to pretend to hate each other to avoid further-or more serious-collision. Hence, the current situation.
“Yo Bakubro!” Katsuki turned from where he was making his tea to glare at Kirishima.
“The fuck you want, Shittyhair?” Kirishima hesitated for a second before his smile returned and he proudly announced:
“I just realized that the gang’s never been to your house!” Katsuki’s glare hardened.
“Yeah, fuck no.”
“But I didn’t even ask for anyth-”
“ No. No, you are not coming to my house, no, you are not meeting my family, no, you are not going to suck up to the hag like a fucking boyfriend- ”
“Woah, woah, hit a nerve there, sorry bro!! But why are you so private about that anyways? There’s nothing to hide! Except that I have 10 siblings and none of us even have screws when combined and the hag whacks us with about every object in the fucking house and my dad uses a belt. And it’s the only place where I don’t actually have to hide that Izuku’s my boyfriend. Katsuki shook his head.
“It’s not about fucking hiding things, Shittyhair. It’s about not giving a fuck enough. ” And with that, he stalked off. He and Izuku were meeting up at his house to play video games that weekend, and Katsuki did not want to be in a bad mood for it.
“ALRIGHT!! GUYS IZU-CHAN’S HERE!! IT'S BEEN SO LONG IZU-CHAN, ARE YOU STILL A VIRGIN?”
“HELL NO!” The entire house shook with cheers as Izuku grinned wildly, while Katsuki practically burned the doorstep with his blush.
“JUST WHAT WE LIKE TO HEAR, IZU-CHAN!”
“BOLD AS EVER!” More voices from inside the house yelled, and eventually Katsuki got into it too.
“I BET Y’ALL WANNA KNOW MORE, HUH?”
“YEAH!!”
“WELL THEN HAND OVER THAT NINTENDO!” Katsuki grabbed Izuku by the hand, ushering him inside, brushing past a tall boy with spiky brown hair. “C’mon, Kasaru, play with us!” Izuku linked arms with the older boy and they rushed as a chain to the living room.
At least eleven other kids of varying ages were squished into the living room: Some sat in the corner where various instruments lay scattered across the floor while another group was piled onto the sofa, squabbling over gaming controls. There was another mass of children wrestling on the floor in a gruesome play-fight, and more could be heard in other parts of the house. All of these children, though, were screaming.
“HEY GUYS, IZU AND KATSUKI ARE HOME!!” A little girl with spiky brown braided hair that trailed on the floor behind her ran up and tackled Izuku, who caught Katsuki’s arm just as he fell to the floor, and all three ended up in a pile of tangled limbs, and more laughter broke out amongst the crowd.