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A confused blonde was found after staying behind in the dorm common room, questioning his actions. Why did he stay behind? Maybe it was because his friends were pissing him off a little too much, and didn’t want to join in on their aggravating stupidity. Or, maybe it was the way Izuku proudly smiled at him during their training session. Flushed, sweating from head to toe and alive.
That so stupid yet so fucking gorgeous smile lodged itself deep into his hardly used brain.
Katsuki continued to think about the green haired boy that embedded himself into his head at the ripe age of 12.
His curly mess he calls his hair, his hideous green eyes that sparkle when someone’s calls out the blonde’s name, his scars, fuck, and his ugly little freckles that are scattered around his face.
It was no use to Katsuki. It didn’t help him with the fact that he liked the boy. He liked, not even liked, loved those smalls details that make him different and the less annoying out of his dumb class.
Even the small gesture of him smiling like he just achieved the name of being the No. 1 hero just kept himself from holding back these emotions. Holding back this fairly obvious and known secret that was only unknowing to Izuku. It was like a grenade waiting to blow and explode everywhere.
Something else was about to blow after what he sees as he watches someone turn the corner.
Izuku Midoriya.
Now, he’s seen Izuku before: In his class, in the weight rooms, in his dreams. The two are basically inseparable. But nothing prepared him for this.
The green-haired boy came out with only a towel on. The towel wrapped around his hips perfectly, hanging low and flowing yet tight. His body was basically steaming as his green curls hang wet and dripping onto the floor. The scent of lavender was apparent.
Katsuki choked. Choked on his words.
Izuku immediately turned to Katsuki and shrieked. “Kacchan?!” he yelped. “What are you doing here? At this time?”
The blonde couldn’t help but stare. His pecs were incredible. His abs were fucking hard and his muscular arms clamped the towel perfectly. The scars only made him more eager to touch. The permanent humane tattoos that the greenette had earned as a result of saving hundreds.
“Kacchan?” Izuku called. Katsuki awoke from his daydream and back to reality.
“The better question is why the fuck are you walking around—soaking wet—in this fucking place?” the blonde erupted.
“I didn’t know you were here! In fact, I didn’t think anybody was here.”
Clearly not, you damn nerd!” Katsuki yelled, looking anywhere but directly at him, which was difficult considering that Izuku’s everything was right there, glowing like some kind of hot-blooded Greek statue brought to life by Quirked lightning.
Izuku fumbled with his towel, face as red as Bakugou’s gauntlets. “S-sorry! I didn’t mean—!”
“Why the hell are you built like that now?!” Bakugou snapped, then immediately wanted to die. That wasn’t what he meant to say. Definitely not what he meant to say.
Izuku blinked. “Built...?”
Katsuki swore under his breath, sparks crackling unconsciously from his palms as he turned away, trying to get the image out of his head. What the fuck. “Forget it. Put some clothes on before I blast a hole in the wall just to cool off.” He needed a break, there’s no way he just said that.
The room was now silent. Unanswered questions and unsaid emotions confidently lingered in the air. The moist atmosphere only made it worse, causing the two to heavily start to breathe.
After what felt like an entirety, Izuku broke the silence with a soft, teasing “...Are you flustered, Kacchan?” A friendly giggle followed the bold statement.
If it wasn’t obvious already, yes, he was fucking flustered. Really flustered. A dark hue of pink glided over his ears and Jolie cheeks and he mumbled sweet nothings under his breath by just looking at him. On a deeper level, he was hard. As hard as a rock. And obviously, Izuku noticed. It was a huge tent just sitting there, asking for it to be released.
Bakugou’s heart skipped a beat. He whipped around, furious—and flustered—and absolutely not ready to see that smirk on Izuku’s stupidly handsome, still-damp face.
“You wanna test me, Deku?!”
Izuku smirked at the competitiveness he had. The greenette turned his back towards Katsuki and started trailing make to his dorm to change. He peered his head back and teased. “Only if you think you can handle it.”
With that, Izuku turned his head back forward and headed to his room.Katsuki listened as Izuku’s footsteps got softer and softer as he approached his door. As the door clicked shut, Katsuki was left alone, surrounded by lingering steam and the realization that he was in so much trouble.