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“SURPRISE!” yelled Shitty Hair as soon as Bakugo turned the lights on. He hadn’t even closed his door, and already he had to deal with a group of rats that broke in for no good reason.
“This was my idea!” declares Pinky, as if that was a good thing.
Trying to be funny, TapeBoy chimes in, “I found out today, to be honest”.
“I was here ‘cause I was hungry!” Pikachu adds, bright grin proving that idiocy truly is bliss.
As they all stare at him expectantly, Katsuki doesn’t know what else to do but slam his own door closed, drop his duffel bag by the entrance, all the while wearing his signature unamused scowl.
The alien girl was, ironically, the only one to pick up on the cue. “Do we say surprise again? Maybe he didn’t hear?” she suggests to her boyfriend, instinctively grabbing onto the red-head.
“I heard, asshole” he deadpans. These idiots to this day think he has some kind of hearing problem because of his quirk, as if the body didn’t adjust perfectly to your stupid quirk. “I’m just trying to think of a reason not to kill all of you for breaking into my apartment”.
Kirishima pouts, “We didn’t break in! I used my keys!”
Even worse. He approaches, pointing to the breakfast bar, “Leave ‘em, dipshit. I’m revoking privileges for two weeks”.
It’s not uncommon for him to do such a thing, since these four bozos have taken to use his apartment as their favorite hang out spot, which more often than not means he’s constantly cleaning up after them and having to buy ridiculous amounts of groceries just to feed all of them and their stupid cravings.
Plus, they know better than to let themselves in unannounced. “Come on!” Shitty Hair protests, “I just got them back!”
“You want three weeks?!” he warns, snatching the stupid spare keys from the counter and getting out cold beers for all of them. Thinking better of it, he starts rummaging around his cupboards for every last bottle of booze he can find.
Mina scoffs, “Don’t be like that, Blasty! we came to celebrate the good news!” she reasons excitedly.
“Yeah, dude! You did it! Fucking finally!” Pika-dork chuckles, grabbing a beer and producing an opened bag of chips from behind his back.
Tape-moron sighs heavily, “It only took eight years and your will to live, but you did it. Well— we did it, but mostly you. You finished the goddamned suit”. The man seemed genuinely impressed, his slow nod and barely there smirk communicating genuine respect.
What a bunch of bullshit.
Taking a deep breath, he counts the bottles on the counter and decides it’s not enough, so he gets out his phone to ask for more to be delivered. As he does that, he deadpans a bitter “Yay me…”
Red is finally catching on to the real mood tonight, “Chin up, dude” he says reassuringly, leaning on the counter opposite to him, “This is your chance!” Gods, not this again. “You spent eight years saving up for a guy you like, bro, he’s gotta hear you out now!”
Slamming his phone back on the table, he goes straight for the rice wine, “It’s not my ‘chance’ to do anything. It never was my ‘chance’. I didn’t do this to blackmail him into hearing about my stupid feelings”.
To this day, it’s bizarre to talk so openly about this. He never imagined he’d ever want to, either. But there’s a reason why these bozos are allowed in his life and his apartment… they genuinely understand. As annoying as they are, they get it, and they’ve got that brand of stupid blind loyalty that not even his bad attitude could shake.
They know everything. How his crush started as bullying, how during their first year and up until the war, he didn’t know what was happening and he was freaking out… how after the war, things genuinely shifted.
As time passed, they saw how Bakugo went from effortlessly keeping the secret to being unable to stand in the same room as Izuku. They’ve heard his frustrations, sorrows, regrets… perhaps it’s not that surprising that they’d all hoped it would be over when the suit was handed over.
Tough luck, though. This changes nothing. Or rather, it changes everything in terms of motivation and will to go back out there and take the rankings seriously. But as of the status of his and Izuku’s relationship? Nothing’s gonna change.
Pinky seemed genuinely offended at his pessimism, “You’re not blackmailing him into hearing anything if he feels the same way!”
“Right” he huffs bitterly.
He can sense the moment the four idiots share a look, a worried one no doubt. “Come on…” tries Sero, “After years of telling us you wouldn’t face him until you had the suit, you can finally do just that dude! Ask him out! Talk to him! Just a coffee, it doesn’t have to be anything fancy!”
“Just go up straight to UA! Tell him everything, or nothing, he’s gonna cry like always and he’s gonna hug you… it can’t go wrong!” Even Denki was making less sense than usual.
Were they all just intent on feeding into a fantasy? Because Katsuki Bakugo was a lot of things, but a delusional moron wasn’t one of them.
“At the very least it’s gonna be a nice moment, dude” Red shrugs, voice having taken a gentle undertone. “You’ll get to reconnect”.
He knew what Kirishima meant. It’s been at least a year, year and a half, since he last saw Izuku in person. They text everyday, sure, but he’s avoided seeing him eye to eye like his life depended on it. “It’s not like I ignored his ass all this time. We text” he tries to defend, knowing he’s being obtuse on purpose.
“You know it’s not the same, dummy!” Pinky remarks, cocking her hips to the side and taking a stance Bakugo swears he saw his mom hit whenever she was chastising him as a little boy.
This was ridiculous, “We text more than I talk to you assholes” he reminds them. It’s true, too. He lives and breathes Izuku, despite not being able to stand being in the same room. They text from the moment they wake up to the moment they pass out.
Now Shitty Hair was getting a little riled up, “Is that all yo ever wanna do? Text?! This is the perfect opportunity to give it to him in person and—!”
“I already sent it to UA” Katsuki declares, feeling a pang of something in his chest, and doing his best to drown it in booze.
His friends all unanimously reacted, “WHAT?!”
See, this is why he HADN’T called his friends today. Because he wanted to be alone. Because he DIDN’T want to have this conversation.
He was so fucking tired. Looking down at the empty bottle, Bakugo sighs, “I’m not the one that’s gonna give it to him. So that’s that”.
Mina starts screeching immediately, “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!”
Rubbing at his face a little aggressively, Bakugo straightens up, walks to the other side of the counter, and grabs four more bottles of assorted alcoholic beverages. “Look, I don’t know what you all expected, but I still think the same as I did eight years ago when I started all this bullshit” he declares sternly, moving his bottles to the sofa and plopping down, “I did this because that nerd is a hero, quirky or not. That’s his dream. And people fucking need him out there”.
His friends were left stunned into silence.
“I never deluded myself into thinking that maybe if I did this one thing for him he could feel the same stupid feelings I have to live with. I wouldn’t wish this on my worst fucking enemy” his voice carries this eerie resignation his friends surely weren’t used to hear on him.
Red tried “Baku-bro…” but it seemed even he didn’t know what to say to that.
“I haven’t faced him in two years because it sucks” he clarifies, pressing his lips minutely. “So if you came here to celebrate that the nerd can be a hero, great. Grab a bottle. If you came here to watch me drink myself stupid and try to forget about all of this, I’ve got an extra change of clothes for all of you, don’t touch my shit. But if you wanna lecture me, then fuck off” he lets them know, straightforward as ever.
There’s a brief pause as everyone considers what to do, but before Katsuki can just resolve to kick everybody out, they nod to themselves.
“Is there enough booze for all of us?” Pikachu asks, counting the bottles as if he could actually pull off a simple addition.
Already on his phone, Kirishima cuts in “Baku-bro already ordered more, but I’m gonna send for a few extra things. Nachos, dips…”
“A pizza!” Mina suggests excitedly, “Are we feeling like board games or video games? Which is more… not depressing?”
Sero smirks and sits beside Bakugo, bumping their shoulders together, “Some Super Smash and yelling our throats raw sounds exciting, right Blasty?”
It does get a smirk out of Katsuki, “I’m gonna destroy all of you” he declares, feeling ever so slightly settled.
“Kirby’s banned though” PInky declares, literally ruining the game for everyone.
“THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BANNED?!” Bakugo jumps, already indignant and in competitive mode.
The stupid pink alien grabs the controllers and points accusingly at the blonde, “DROPPING ON PEOPLE AS A ROCK OVER AND OVER ISN’T A GAME STRATEGY!”
“IT’S A WINNING STRATEGY!”
Three hours later they’ve drank and eaten to their hearts content, and beyond that. For some reason, after eating an obscene amount of pizzas, Tape-dork decided he wanted tacos and sent for some to be brought to the apartment.
So now they were sitting around the coffee table, controllers safely placed somewhere else, while they eat these messy as shit tacos. Are they drunk? Yeah. Not one is sober by now, but Bakugo is sure as hell more sober than he’d like to be.
What he’d like to be, is passed out.
When their stupid conversations sort of fizzled out, it was Kirishima the first one to test the boundaries. “I’m not lecturing… but are we allowed to talk about it?”
Sighing, Bakugo rolls his eyes and shrugs. He’d intended to convey ‘I don’t give a fuck what you got to say’ but it accidentally came off as a green light.
“You’re a moron” Red stated simply, showcasing how truly wasted he was. Bakugo weakly extend as a hand in front of him with little sparkles forming. “Oh, come on, Baku-bro, it’s bee eight years. You think I’m scared of you?”
“You should be. I know your browser history” the blonde snarks back, the slight buzz making it a little easy to tease about shit like this.
Kirishima squares up, “Watching romantic comedies is manly, bro!”
It makes Katsuki snort, “Not if you use them as porn, it ain’t”. He giggles as everyone else gasps in bafflement.
“BABY!” Mina squeals, “You told me they just made you feel things!”
Denki giggles as well, and Tape-boy joins in, “In his pants, maybe”.
With a pinkish hue to his skin now, Kirishima huffs and pouts, “I don’t even wanna know what por you guys watch”.
“Lesbians” Mina states.
“Lesbians” Sero confirms, too, high-fiving Pinky.
“Gay guys and lesbians…” Pikachu muses, then shakes his head, “Anyone really”.
For some reason, everyone turns to Bakugo, as if expecting him to be the kind to actually share shit like that. “I’m not participating” he says, but it just gets him dirty looks. “I don’t watch porn, assholes. I have a life”. That was a fucking lie, but they don’t need to know that.
Tape-bitch decides to get all cute and funny, “If he did watch porn, he’d probably watch masochistic shit. Edging for eight years and then getting blue-balled…” For his troubles, he got a tortilla to the face. It slapped with a satisfying smack.
“What else would you call whatever it is you’re doing with Midoriya?!” Mina demands, “It’s like you won’t even give yourself a chance! You know you’re not exactly cursed to suffer forever, right?! You can get out of this! Preferably by taking Mido-bro in your room and reenacting that porn you don’t watch!”
Bakugo sighs, “Look, to you normies it may seem like I have a chance, ‘cause I’m a fucking god—“
“A god that dropped to 15 on the charts because he was focused on saving up for his never-boyfriend” Kirishima mutters under his breath. What he didn’t realize is that he forgot to say it quietly.
“Low blow” complains the blonde.
Clapping his back, Red huffs, “Sorry, sorry”. He wasn’t sorry, but he was drunk so he was half forgiven.
“I’m just saying, you don’t know him like I know him” Bakugo shrugs, “I know for a fact I don’t have a chance”.
Pikachu scoffs, “So what?! You told me you wanted to give him the suit and tell him everything to ‘get it over with’”.
“It was a stupid fantasy, Pika-dork! Obviously I never meant to do it for real” Bakugo rectifies, sighing as he reaches for another beer.
Sero sighs, “You can’t know for sure if you don’t ask, bro”. In any other situation, this idiot would be correct. “You gotta let it out and grind your teeth through a rejection before you go around being masochistic like this”.
The thing is, in this case, asking wasn’t necessary. “He reconnected with Pink Cheeks a couple weeks ago” he reveals. Ochako went abroad for a couple years to do some work in Europe and she’d just gotten back when she and Izuku met once again.
They hadn’t even been able to text, from what the nerd told him, Ochako wasn’t able to keep a phone. It was a tough mission, for sure, so he didn’t really hold it against her. But three weeks ago, she was finally back, and two weeks ago, Izuku met her at some random coffee shop…
It was pretty clear what was happening between those two, even after two years of zero communication. It was embarrassing to admit, but Bakugo still burned with jealousy whenever he thought about it.
Everyone knew the history between those two, which is why his friends seemed discouraged by the news. “Did they ever…?” Denki asked. It was never clear if they dated or not, but it was evident it was a more-than-friendship.
“Nobody ever knew…” Sero sighs, “Ochako doesn’t really talk about her love life all that much”.
“Not even to me” Mina complains, pouting.
Silence stretched for a few moments fore Red spoke up, “Even if they reconnected, that doesn’t mean anything. He’s been talking with you every day! For eight years!”
Maybe it was how drunk he was right now, but Katsuki felt like explaining what he saw wouldn’t be as effective as just handing his phone over, after having scrolled back up to the conversation he’s referencing.
“He sounded really excited” Bakugo sighs, “He asked her out on the spot”.
Snatching the phone, Mina huffs “Bullshit!” And starts reading out loud.
>> Izuku: Guess who I saw today!
<< Bakugo: No
>> Izuku: Ochako-san! She was so nice about it! She’s finally home for good after her mission, can you believe it?!
<< Bakugo: Did she ask you out?
>> Izuku: Kacchan!
<< Bakugo: Did you ask her out?
>> Izuku: I asked her
>> Izuku: It’s just as friends. We’re gonna meet up for coffee to catch up
<< Bakugo: When?
>> Izuku: Tomorrow lol. I panicked and said ‘the sooner the better’ and she just smiled all nice and said we could meet up at the coffee shop near UA
<< Bakugo: The sooner the better, huh?
>> Izuku: I panicked, okay?!
<< Bakugo: You excited?
>> Izuku: Is it pathetic if I say yes?
<< Bakugo: Definitely
>> Izuku: Still yes.
>> Izuku: It’s been so long… I don’t even know what to wear
<< Bakugo: Go back to that picture you sent me a while back when you went out with icy hot to be his wingman
>> Izuku: The black shirt?
<< Bakugo: That’s the one
Mina turns to him, mouth slightly agape, “You knew his outfits by heart?” Her cutesy tone suggested she found the gesture adorable. Instead of recognizing it as what it truly was: pathetic.
Grabbing another beer, Katsuki takes a swig, “You heard it, right? That nerd wanted to go out with Round Cheeks so bad he was flipping out”.
For once, even his most optimistic red-head friend had little to say, “…shit”. Honestly, the quiet exclamation felt vindicating.
“He could still… I mean…” started Pikachu, scrambling to misunderstand what he just heard just so he could negotiate the outcome. “He said it was as friends, right?”
Bakugo rolls his eyes, but to his surprise, even an idiot as leveled as Sero was refusing to believe this for some reason. “He’s always been awkward with everyone he meets, too. Doesn’t have to mean anything” the tape dispenser supplies, shrugging in that nonchalant way of his.
“I don’t care what it means” Bakugo grits out, “I’m not wishing any of this was different”.
Pinky looks at him like he grew a new limb out of nowhere, “Yeah you do! We all wish you guys could just be together! It’s been years!”
“I don’t” the blonde doubles down. “I want him to do whatever the fuck he wants. He deserves to be happy after saving our asses, right? Wasn’t that what my whole stupid awakening was about a couple years back? You extras deserve happiness, too” he shrugs, trying to make his statement sound lighthearted. Maybe then he wouldn’t be questioned further.
Kirishima shakes his head, “It’s not that simple…” Sighing, he settles further between the couch cushions. “If it were, you would’ve gotten over him already, right? You would’ve shrugged it off and you wouldn’t even think about it anymore”.
“I haven’t gotten over it ‘cause I don’t want to” Bakugo blurts out, tired of being misconstrued. “I know the moment I decide I need to move on I’m gonna have to stop talking to him. I know that. I just…” he trails off. He knows what he needs to do. And the plain and simple fucking truth is, he’s not willing to do it. Not yet. He’d rather fucking live with these feelings the rest of his life.
Or at least… that’s how he’d been thinking all this time. But today? Yeah, today feels different. He’s exhausted.
For once, Denki seemed to get it. “You don’t wanna lose him as a friend…” The understanding in his words was honestly reassuring. The bastard had gone through something similar with Plug Ears a couple years back, and he’d complained and complained about the same exact thing.
Bakugo didn’t really speak up once because, well, he was aware his own personal resolution to the issue wasn’t exactly the smart thing to do .
Sliding beside him, Pinky rests her head on his shoulder, “You still have us, Blasty”. Her reassurance, despite being simple, is striking an odd chord inside him. “When you’re ready to let go, you’re not gonna be alone. We promise”.
Easier said than done. Because getting rid of the glaring void beside him after all these years would entail more than just loneliness. Short of actually burying Izuku after a tragic accident, he really can’t conceive moving on. And even then, he’d probably learn witchcraft to bring back the dead before he got to properly live through the grief.
But hey, the sentiment was nice. Nicer than he sometimes felt he deserved, given he mostly yelled and insulted these four assholes. So he smirks lopsided, “Shut up, you weirdo”.
Red slaps him firmly on the back, “I mean seriously, bro. What else is there? What are you waiting for here to be ready?”
It was a good question, honestly. “You saved up, begged everyone for money, you gave him the suit, you did what nobody else thought they could for Mido-bro… what else do you need to do to feel like it’s time to let go?” Sero huffs, “You deserve to be happy, man, what the hell kinda masochistic bullshit are you on?!”
“I, uh…” he debates saying this, because it feels eerie to say it out loud. But there is just one thing left to do before he could technically… “I haven’t asked if he wants to join my agency” he grumbles.
The stunned silence that follows was understandable. “The agency you didn’t let us join?” Denki asks, indignant.
“The agency you’ve been neglecting?” Sero snarks.
“The agency that only has you as a member?!” Mina exclaims.
“That agency?!” Kirishima squeaks. Bakugo rolls his eyes, but this just prompts more wild confusion, “Are you out of—“
“Wait, wait, wait—“ Tape-dork interrupted, hand extended to the side to shut Red up. “That’s it? That’s all that’s left? Asking him?”
Shit. Hearing it like that genuinely made him want to take his skin off with his own nails. “Yeah” he mutters.
“You think if you asked and got that last bit off of your system you could.. you know…?” Mina ventures, studying his face to try and gauge if she maybe crossed a line suggesting that or not.
It’s honestly a question he’s been scared to even think about. The suit was the one true tie he had to Izuku still. Something he couldn’t stop doing, and his reasons went way beyond feelings. Now that that’s done… he’s just floundering trying to find how the hell to keep justifying to himself the stupid self-sacrifice of pretending everything’s fine.
Everything’s not fine. A part of him just wishes he could stop talking to that nerd altogether, sort of a ghost and run situation, but they share friends. And a job now. It’s really not an option. He needs to be a grown up about this bullshit, and that involves having a stupid conversation about why Bakugo just can’t…
He can’t text everyday and obsess over when another text comes in. He can’t hear about Izuku dating anybody else. He can’t fucking hang onto all this forever.
Bakugo nods slowly, “Shitty Hair’s making sense for once… I’m tired of this shit”.
They all straighten up at once, leaning in. Red is the one to speak up, “Then we’re going to pick him up tomorrow. You said he asked for a ride to the reunion, right? Say yes. I’ll be there if you want me to, bro, but just ask. Get it out”.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” Bakugo yells, standing up to go grab the last bottle of rice wine he had.
“I’m serious!” Red insists, “We’re going, you’re asking him to join you, and whatever response he gives, you promise you’ll take it and you just close all of this dude. This is closure”.
Closure?! Fuck, he feels like he’s smack dab in the middle of this fucking issue, he’s nowhere near wanting or needing closure! He needs to think about it for sure, but tomorrow!? “You can’t just force me to—!”
“We’re just strongly encouraging you, Blasty” Mina reassures, hand gently rubbing his knee.
“Seriously bro, it’s been years already” Pikachu sighs, “If we’re tired of watching you like this, you must be too. Getting this over with means you could focus on someone else. Or don’t! Go up to No. 1 on the charts if you want! Make your agency boom!”
Bakugo huffs a laugh. Not at what lightning boy is saying per se, but at what he’s about to say, “What if he says yes? To be in my agency… then what?”
As if that bastard’s gonna say yes. He yaps all the time about how much he loves being a teacher. If anything, he’s gonna end up working part time as a hero, and there’s no shame in it, but he sure as hell won’t have the charts as a priority. Nor will he be worried about agencies. He’ll probably want to do his own thing.
“We figure it out, bro…” Sero shrugs, “We’ve done crazier shit”.
Kirishima hooks an arm over the blonde’s shoulders, “You need this, dude. You need to commit to getting it all out and letting go”.
Easier said than done. But as he looks down, at the texts Mina had been looking at on his phone about Round Cheeks and their date… it jumpstarts a void in his chest. “I’ll… I’ll think about it”.
Except he had thought about it.
He wanted out.
Despite being drunk out of his mind, Bakugo barely sleeps. He tosses and turns, feeling the buzz slowly draining from his body, leaving in its wake exhaustion and a chill that he can feel all the way to his bones.
As soon as he snapped out of his weird trance and realized it was morning, Bakugo stands up and walks out to the living room. He finds Kirishima in the kitchen floor, passed out and snoring loudly, with Mina sprawled on top of him. They were clothed, thankfully.
Kicking the red-head a few times, he finally got him to snort awake. “Baku-bro?”
“I’m in” Bakugo whispers, “We can go pick up Izuku”.
Immediately, Kirishima blinks awake and stares up at him in surprise. “You sure?” The blonde simply nods firmly.
He’s sure. He’s done with this stupid little game of chicken with Izuku. Their lives should’ve parted ways a long time ago, and sheer stubbornness impeded the process. Their friendship is strong and honestly fucking great. But Bakugo would rather pull out now, than wait until he resents that nerd so much he starts making his life miserable again. He refuses to become that person again.
De- Izuku will understand. He always does. It’s not as if he doesn’t have other friends, or even a potential girlfriend right now… he’s gonna be fine.
That’s what Bakugo tried to tell himself when Izuku got in his car, his usual friendly smile and awkward mannerisms feeling like a punch to the gut. They hadn’t seen each other in two years already. Not in person. The blonde’s hands were shaking slightly, and this bastard was completely fine.
Izuku acts as he always has throughout the whole conversation. Completely unaffected. Bakugo tries his best, too. He’d expected a ‘no’. Why should it matter? He should be completely fine, just like this nerd is. Nothing wrong with a stupid rejection.
Nothing wrong.
It was a bit harsh when Kirishima thought Izuku had misunderstood the request about the agency, and took it upon himself to spell it out, just to be rejected once again. The nerd seems excited and happy, but he must also be blindsided and confused with all this suit nonsense thrown upon him.
Bakugo just hopes he didn’t trigger an existential crisis over this gift, but De- Izuku seems genuinely happy about it. That’ll have to do.
When they part ways and Bakugo watches Izuku walk away with a weird knot in his throat. His heart is pounding irregularly and he feels exhausted, even more so than this morning.
This doesn’t feel like closure. It just feels like pain.
Looking on the bright side, though, he’s glad to realize Izuku truly has changed for the better. The idolization has stopped. He always put Bakugo on such a high pedestal it was sometimes overwhelming to feel like he had to live up to his expectations.
But at the same time, now that Bakugo’s not special… now that nobody’s special in Izuku’s eyes… Bakugo simply struggles to understand what kind of role could he even have in the nerd’s life at this point? Casual friend? Does he want that role forever?
Not even casual friend! Is ‘text friend’ enough?
Or does he really need to cut ties and move on?
He feels like he needs more answers. Like he needs to ask somebody all of this. He has no fucking clue how to deal with the aftermath of having gotten it all out of his chest. What’s next now?! What is he supposed to do with this tightness that makes him hyperventilate?!
Whatever.
He climbs back in his car, and catches the tail end of Mina’s angry rant over the phone, “—march to where he is right now and ask him what the actual—!”
“MINA MINA BABE!” Kirishima interrupts her strategically, sending Bakugo an apologetic smile, “SHHH”.
At this point, he couldn’t care less how angry she is. “Don’t do anything dumb, Pinky. I expected this. We all did. No big deal”.
“So… you’re okay?” Denki asks, clearly not understanding the fucking vibe.
“No”.
Sero suggests, “Wanna get drunk again?” like they didn’t all have patrol tonight.
“Nope”.
Red sends him a pitiful look that makes Bakugo’s skin crawl, “What do you need, bro?”
Sighing, Katsuki speaks from the heart, “I need… a long fucking shower and some peace and quiet”.
Without hesitation, Pika-dork agreed, “You got it!”
“We cleaned your apartment by the way… it was a mess when we woke up” Tape-boy chimes in, and that does do a little to improve Bakugo’s mood.
“And I was on my way to buy you something to cheer you up, so I’ll get you some of the fancy bath bombs! The ones that smell super tangy that you liked before!”
He resents that she just said that out loud, but his energy is too fucking low to argue, “No glitter” is all he instructs.
“You take the fun out of it, but fine” Mina huffs, disappointed.
Half an hour later found him already at his place, with his friends hugging him goodbye (against his fucking will) and leaving. Where, he has no idea. Under a bridge probably, ‘cause they usually eat, sleep and even shower at Bakugo’s place, those leeches.
For once though, the place is all to himself. It’s peaceful. And quiet. His brain devolves into static, and he sort of disassociates as he goes through the motions of getting in his bath and out of it, taking a proper efficient shower, and flopping in bed.
His phone dings from somewhere on the kitchen counter.
Bakugo sighs and ventures out to grab it. He can see from the locked screen that it’s a text from Kirishima saying he’s got the patrol shift covered and he should take the night off. But when he unlocks the damned thing, what meets him is the sight of those cursed texts with Izuku about his date with Kirby.
Scrolling all the way to the end, the blonde realizes something chilling. Yesterday, there wasn’t one text from Izuku.
Nor the day before that.
Today, not a word either.
Just silence.
For the last who knows how many years, it’s become a routine. They greet each other in the mornings with a text, they force each other to go to sleep by the end of the night. Not one day passed where they didn’t have something to say.
Like a freight train, all of his doubts and pain hit him at once and ran over him without any regard for his mental stability.
He’d been right. What he did today? That wasn’t closure. He didn’t have any answers, and he had so many selfish questions he hadn’t gotten a chance to get out! He doesn’t stand a fucking chance at letting all of this go if he can’t…
…ask…
Without thinking twice, he grabs his keys and runs out.
His feet led him, that’s the best way to describe it. Before he knew it, Bakugo was banging on a door he’d never seen before in person. He knew he was at the right place, though. He knew. Even so, his banging went unattended.
Was that his answer? Was that all there was to this? He was being ignored now? No… Izuku wasn’t like this. He wasn’t cruel, not even to the people that deserved it. So why?! Why was he not—
“K-Kacchan!” Izuku gasps, shifting some grocery bags from his right hand to his left. Using his free hand to quickly wipe at his cheeks, the nerd does his best to plaster on a sad fake smile. “W-What are you doing here?”
That was a loaded fucking question. He’d rather not have this conversation outside where other meddling neighbors could be listening in. “I need to talk to you” is all he says, trying his best to appear calm and non-threatening. seem c
“Oh…” Izuku shifts, staring at him like he was seeing a goddamned ghost. “You couldn’t text?” the nerd asks.
God, this was gonna be embarrassing as all fuck. Trying to a stay chill, he breathes deeply before replying, “If it’s too weird for me to come in, I can just—“ he gestures to walk back out of the building.
It’s as if Izuku finally snaps back to reality. “No! That’s not what I meant, I’m sorry!” he mumbles nervously, moving to unlock his door, “I just—“
Bakugo just shakes his head at him and gestures for them to hurry inside. At this point, prolonging this moment even a second feels like a torture he’s not in the mood to endure.
“Stay right there” Izuku instructs, taking off his shoes and jacket. He walks inside, leaving some bags on the table and running to a small room beyond view. “I’ll go fetch you the other pair of slippers, I’m sure they’re right here somewhere…” he announces, as sounds of things clattering to the ground echo around him.
Sighing, Bakugo fists his hands in his pockets, “I won’t take long”. He stays right there, on the little square by the door, watching as Izuku freezes halfway to the door, slippers clutched against his chest.
He can make this quick.
“Y-You sure?” Izuku asks hesitantly. Bakugo nods curtly, and silence follows. An overwhelming, uncomfortable as fuck silence. “If this is about the agency thing, Kacchan, I just—“
“It’s not any of that” Bakugo tries to reassure. What a terrible reminder to have right now, that he’s already been rejected once today.
“…Oh…”
Silence is difficult to break again, but Katsuki’s aware he needs to force this out one way or another. He’s already here. “Look, I…” he sighs, clearing his throat right after, “I came here for closure”.
“Closure?” echoes Izuku, confused.
“Yeah” he confirms, realizing his traitorous eyes are trying to commit every single one of Izuku’s freckles to memory, understanding that after this, there’s a good chance they won’t meet again. “I need to say some stuff” he declares, “Hear me out”. It wasn’t meant as a demand so much as a plea, but he was aware his tone was always quite intimidating.
Regardless, Izuku nodded and allowed him to gather his wits.
After a few much needed seconds, he starts with, “I know… I know you and I weren’t always easy”. Understatement of the century. “Mostly because of me. Things have changed now, I guess. They’re…” he scoffs, small smile twisting his lips upwards, “Things are so good now. But…” he gets stuck there. He’s admitting their friendship doing better than it ever has, and he has to follow up with something as nonsensical as, “But I can’t do this”.
Izuku remains quiet. Not only that, it’s as if he has been completely frozen in place.
“Something changed, and it’s not even your fault, okay?! Don’t go crazy trying to blame yourself” he insists firmly. “I tried to ignore it and not let it affect me but I guess that’s not exactly how those things work, is it?” Izuku still seemed confused as all hell. “I have this thing I’ve lived with for so long, and I thought it was fine, but it isn’t. I need to let it go. Get closure”.
The nerd’s eyes are glistening with unshed tears, but he seems as confused as ever. Eyebrows furrowed, jaw slack in shock, hands tensing around the slippers. He really has no idea what’s going on…
Bakugo’s gonna have to spell it out. With a deep sigh, he braces himself, “I’m talking about…” he gulps, “I love you, Izuku”. Immediately, his throat convulses painfully. “I’m… I’m in love…” he really can’t explain further than that. Scrunching his eyes shut, he turns his head down, trying to tell himself to keep it together a little longer.
He can’t even chance a glance at Izuku, afraid of what he might find there.
“It’s fine. I’ll deal with it” he sighs, figuring this is where he has to bolt out of here. He thought he wanted answers, he wanted to ask questions, but right now? Right now he wants to run and never stop. “Just…” he shrugs, “Guess I just wanted to say goodbye. You don’t have to text anymore… don’t text me”. He turns, grabbing the handle, “Have fun with Pink Cheeks tomorrow”.
He moves to open the door when a slipper slaps right against his wrist. It fucking hurts. Turning sharply at Izuku, he’s surprised it has come to this. Really, he’d expected disgust, if anything, but not throwing things! What the hell?! He reaches again for the handle, but it’s the same story. The other slipper comes flying, and this time, it hits him square in the temple.
“What the hell?! Just let me leave if you’re so pissed asshole!” Katsuki exclaims, his chest pounding.
Izuku looked incensed, and sounded broken by fury when he spoke up, “Oh can I?! Wasn’t your brilliant plan to just run off before I could say anything?!”
It was a brilliant plan! He’d rather leave peacefully than crawling with a broken heart and no dignity! “I was just trying to—!”
“You were just thinking of yourself! Again!” Izuku yells, taking off one of his own slippers and throwing it. This time, thankfully, the blonde caught it. “I had to hear you out! So you better hear me out or I swear to god, Katsuki I’ll chase you to the ends of the fucking earth!”
The lack of nickname, the cursing, the absolute anger… shit, Bakugo would rather just get Detroit smashed out of existence right now. He’s successfully intimidated into silence.
“You- You-“ Izuku seemed to be bursting at the seams with pure fury. Grabbing his last slipper, he squeezes it in his hand and uses it to point at the blonde, “You piece of shit!”
Immediately Bakugo opens his mouth again to defend himself, but a killer glare makes him shut up again. Fair enough. He’ll listen and then bolt the hell outta here anyway. Like the coward he hates to admit he is sometimes.
“Did you know I’ve been crying all day today, Katsuki?” the nerd questions. It was kind of obvious he was crying when he got home, yeah, but Bakugo feels like it was a rhetorical question. “Yeah. All day yesterday, too. ‘Cause try as I might, I can’t understand you”.
Oh-Kay… so can he go now?
“I’ve been in love with you for years! Me! You don’t get to say you have!” Izuku yells, genuinely upset. “I’m the one that has been trying to inch closer and closer to you year after year, taking any closeness I could get if it meant you were in my life! I’m the one texting first, begging to see you, keeping a goddamned journal—!” a quiet sob forces Izuku to clench his jaw and turn down.
Katsuki feels his knees literally give out, and he slumps against the door, his eyes wide and unblinking staring straight through Midoriya. ‘In love’? Since when?! What about Uraraka? Fuck, what about the few other relationships this idiot had!
“After UA I’ve had to plead for a fucking opportunity to see you, do you realize that?!” Izuku mumbles, “I have to sit here every day and wait for a text. I feel stupid every time I smile at the dumb shit you say, because I wonder why you won’t even meet me for a coffee. This is the second time you talk to me face to face in two years! The first time was earlier today!”
Well- yeah, but his intentions are being grossly misconstrued here. He wasn’t trying to push Izuku out of his life, he was trying to keep a healthy distance, so that these feelings he thought were unrequited wouldn’t become an inconvenience for the nerd.
It was a genuine mistake.
Izuku seemed to be getting more and more broken by the second, reaching for nearby pillows and throwing a couple, “I’m so mad at you!” Understandable, but this wasn’t just ‘mad’. This was something else. “You worked on that suit so long, and suddenly now that I have it you finally wanna talk to me again and drive me places and you come to my place!” Izuku laughs bitterly, “Was that why you didn’t wanna see me all those years? ‘Cause I was quirkless?”
The moment those words leave Izuku, his bottom lip trembles and he reaches up a hand to cover his face. For the first time in so long being an egotistical asshole, he finally understands.
Something snaps within him, and he walks in, not even bothering to take off his boots. He just walks until he’s within reach and hugs Izuku as tight as he can. He holds him, as the little nerd cries his eyes out, and Bakugo lets out a few tears of his own. Tears of regret, at not being brave enough, at not realizing his friend’s pain… at having handled this all wrong.
“I swear to you on my parents’ life, Izuku, that has nothing to do with this” he murmurs passionately against the nerd’s temple. “I don’t vive a fuck about a quirk, I was just—“
“What?!” Izuku turns up, frown still firmly in place, “You were just what?!”
It may be hard to understand, but Bakugo genuinely meant no harm for once. “I didn’t want to see you and make things weird, that’s all I thought I was doing. I swear! I didn’t want to think about how I felt- it was easier to just text you! That way I couldn’t mess up!”
Now that he hears himself, he realizes how truly immersed in his own self-pity he was on this one. “Easier?!” demands Izuku, “Do you have any idea how fucked up that was?! I’ve wanted to see you so bad!” his frown briefly turns upwards, conveying the desperation and yearning he speaks of. “It would always sting to see you hanging out with everyone else… why did they get to see you and I didn’t?! What did I do?!”
Gods, this is really breaking Bakugo’s heart. “I didn’t want to weird you out and lose you!” he tries to defend. “You’re my best friend, I didn’t wanna weird you out or hurt you!”
“You’ve hurt me before and you didn’t lose me!” Izuku argued, pushing away from the embrace and grabbing another pillow as he starts pacing.
“These were real feelings, you idiot! It wasn’t just me being silly!” Bakugo replies. It gets him a few pillows to the head, which are… quite irritating. “How was I supposed to know you felt the same?!” Another few pillow slaps. They were getting stronger. Dangerously so. “As far as I knew you’d be weirded out about it and you’d try to pretend it was fine when it wasn’t! I was fucking terrified, okay?!” he admits, voice raw.
Izuku hits him a few more times, “SO WAS I!” He keeps hitting until he runs out of steam, and once again, Bakugo gathers him in a hug. “I’ve asked you out every week this year, Kacchan. Every week! How can you be so blind?!”
Gods, well there’s another regret. “You never asked like… did you?” Had he been saying no to dates all along?!
“Like a date?!” Izuku laughs bitterly and slams the pillow against his back, “As far as Iknew, if you wouldn’t even casually go out for a coffee with me, I had no fucking chance to get you to come on a date, now, did I?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck, this was all so messed up. “I…” what could he really say to that? “I thought you just wanted to hang out like casual friends… and I felt guilty because I didn’t want to be your casual friend” he never admitted that to anyone.
Whatever he said right now, some of it may have been good because Izuku finally dropped the pillow and hugged back. His nails were digging tracks across the small of Bakugo’s back, “I hate you”. The words just hang heavily between them, but neither moves, “Why did it have to be like this?”
Closing his eyes and bowing his head, he nuzzles into locks of green hair, “I’m genuinely so sorry”. The nails eased up a little against his back, so he kept going, “I was being selfish, just thinking about what was better for me… I should’ve said something”. And yet, at the same time, it couldn’t go without saying that, “I didn’t think this was something I could just bring up without freaking you out”.
At that, Izuku sighs, turning his face towards the crook of Bakugo’s neck, “I know… I know, dammit, it’s not all on you, but it’s not fair…”
“I’m so sorry it had to be like this” Katsuki whispers, for a moment wondering if this is it. If even when they both feel the same, the way it all happened was enough to break them apart before they even got together. He really is sorry that it happened like this. If he had known Izuku felt the same way, he would’ve made this so much better.
Or he would’ve tried at least.
Wiping at his face, the hug ends a little sooner than Bakugo would’ve wanted, but he lets go nonetheless. Just barely. After all, Izuku just wanted to meet his eyes, study them for a couple moments, “I was so confused about everything…” Yeah, they were both confused as all shit. “But now…”
Katsuki knows exactly what he’s talking about, “It all makes sense, doesn’t it?”
The green-haired man echoes with an absent nod, “It all makes sense”.
It felt as if a gigantic wall had fallen between them, and now they finally got together walk through the wreckage and analyze it a little closer. “This is why you’d as weekly if I was going out with anybody…” Bakugo muses out loud.
“This is why you’d always text good morning and good night but you ran away whenever I was nearby…” Izu remarks back, eyes big and determined, while one of his hands placed itself just barely over the blonde’s chest.
“You were obsessed with getting me to tell you if I ever had a crush on Shitty Hair” Bakugo accuses just barely above a whisper.
“This is why you always made up reasons why we had to stay on the phone for another hour” Izuku states, lips turning upwards in awe.
Bakugo gulped, “You sent hearts all the time. For no reason”.
“You… saved up for eight years to make me a hero again” Izuku sighs, eyes growing watery again as both his hands placed themselves firmly over his heart.
They stare at each other, then. Silent, in shock, glassy eyes glinting with the daunting realization.
“I can’t believe I went years without seeing you” Bakugo whispers, sneaking up a hand to cup that stupid freckled cheek. He missed that face. All of it. He misses those times in his life when he used to know where every last one of those freckles were supposed to go.
After a moment, Izuku pulls away completely again, staying a couple feet away, hands fisted to his side. “So was this the problem then?” he gulps, “You thought you shouldn’t see me ‘cause you figured I wouldn’t feel the same?”
“Yeah…” Bakugo replies in a daze.
“Fine” the freckled man huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “Then here’s your stupid closure” he squares up, “Go out with me”.
Bakugo blinks once. Twice. “Okay”.
“On a date date” Izuku rectifies firmly.
“Yes”.
The direct reply seems to discombobulate Izu a little. “With all the feelings. I’m not playing around here. It’s either all or nothing, there’s no in between”.
“Fuck yes”.
It’s as if Izuku is stunned that this is being so easy. He’s not taking into account that Bakugo has been dreaming of this moment for nearly seven years already. “A-And you’re taking me out every day—“
Katsuki smirks, “We gotta work”.
“-at least once a week. And we can split the bills… sometimes…” he adds cheekily, a smirk teasing one corner of his lips upwards as he lets it sink in how happy he truly is about this.
“Deal”.
“And you better not be a shitty boyfriend, Kacchan, ‘cause I’m old and my mother wants me married soon!” Izuku declares with a challenging glare. Is he… testing how much the blonde actually wants this?
Because if so, “Soon enough”.
Izuku’s arms drop, mouth slightly agape, “I- Wait- I was joking about-“
“I said what I said” Bakugo states, just for the record. For once, Midoriya seems to have been stunned into silence. “Anything else?”
The nerd takes a minute to make shit up, “I wanna go see your apartment”. It’s something neither had done since they moved.
“We could go right now” Bakugo offers, nothing but barely contained glee in his tone.
“Oh! I want Katsudon! Tomorrow! I miss your cooking!” Izuku demands, looking genuinely excited by the prospect.
To this, the blonde smiles and chuckles, “I’ll make you whatever you want…” As soon as Izuku’s eyes turn starry, he adds, “As long as you wash every single dish I dirty”. To that, his excitement does diminish a tad, but he still looks over the moon.
“I can do that!” Izuku chuckles, too, “Deal”.
“Deal” Bakugo echoes. He can’t remember the last time he truly felt this ecstatic. It had to be when he was a kid. He feels like his heart could pound out of his chest any second now. But still, there’s something that can’t be left unsaid, “You think… You think it’s a good idea to just go out? Just like that?”
Reaching to bunch the blonde’s shirt in his fist, “Don’t you dare walk back on your word Katsuki!”
“Oi!” he huffs, grabbing Izuku’s hands in his, “I’m just saying, you were so mad at me just a second ago. You said you hated me”. He sighs, “What if we end up messing it up ‘cause we waited too long”.
To this, the freckled man huffs, “I’m mad you didn’t realize sooner, okay?! I know it’s irrational. I’m also mad I didn’t realize sooner how you felt, even if I couldn’t have known…” Exactly, if he’s so mad, then what are they supposed to do here? If Bakugo had gone through what this nerd went through, he’d hate the guy and would want him dead. Just a little. “But I think I’m a little too busy being happy about this to resent you right now” he smiles.
Well, fuck. Bakugo tries his best to not smile, “If you say so”.
Izuku sighs deeply, with a satisfied grin, “It’s over. That’s all that matters”. Amen to that.
“For what it’s worth, though…. I’m sorry” Katsuki reiterates, prompting the green-eyed man to walk up to him again, graciously forgiving eyes looking up in adoration.
“I keep feeling like it’s a bad omen to hear you say those words” Izu chuckles.
Bakugo’s not done yet, though. Cupping the nerd’s face, he adds, “Quirkless my ass, you’re a hero. The best one I know”. The words seem to shock Izuku, “Believe it or not, I miss you out there. I wanted us to compete for the rest of our lives. I don’t care about the stupid agency, I just want to be on your heels again. I can’t take the charts seriously if I’m not competing with you”.
Silence stretched, but this time, there was a different flavor to the tension between them. Their eyes were trained on each other’s lips, and Izuku seemed to be barely breathing.
They move slow, trying to telegraph their intentions and giving ample time to react, pull back or whatever. But they both want this. They both lean in to take it. Their lips brush together once or twice, a barely there touch, before Bakugo uses his leverage to step the last little bit forwards.
From there, their lips glided with intent, with purpose. Their movements were insistent, passionate and a little desperate. Like taking in that much needed breath after entire minutes of feeling like you were gonna drown. It was a release as much as it was an opportunity to cling to one another, to hang on for dear fucking life.
When they part, staring at each other in quiet awe, it’s obvious something has already changed. The very core of their friendship has fundamentally shifted. And whether they have some things still to work through or not, standing there, staring down at Izuku, he knew for a fact that what they’d have from here on out was special.
“‘S there anythin’ cold in the bags you brought in?” Bakugo asks casually, deciding to go and snoop anyway. He’s done with this conversation, he wants to jump to the good part ASAP. “I’ll put it away so we can go out. Right now”.
“Huh?” replies Izuku, eyes still lost in fantasy after the kiss they shared.
Bakugo smiles softly and extricates himself from the nerd, moving to put away whatever groceries the nerd had brought in quickly enough so they could go out already. On a date. A date date. “Go get changed if you wanna, I’ll put away all this”.
“No- wait, I can—!” The nerd starts, but it’s too late.
He already found the gigantic tub of ice cream and a few cans of flavored soda. Was this how this idiot was feeding himself?! “The fuck is this?! This isn’t food!”
Izuku goes ten different shades of red in the span of two seconds, “U-Uraraka-san said it’s the best to cure…” muttered and unintelligible, “heartbreak”.
“HEARTBREAK?!”
What the hell, they haven’t even gone out?! What did she do to him?! “Yes, okay?! She heard me out when I wanted to vent about all my issues with you! She was just trying to make me feel better” Izuku defends, or tries to. Nothing can really defend two six packs of lemon soda.
Bakugo blinks to himself as he puts everything away regardless. It takes a while before he gathers his thoughts, “You don’t like her?”
“She’s super nice!” Izu declares defensive.
“As a girlfriend, dipshit” Katsuki rolls his eyes. “I thought you liked her. You asked what you should wear for a date with her”.
This, surprisingly, makes Izuku laugh, “No!” It doesn’t seem that funny to the blonde, but whatever, “She has a girlfriend, Kacchan! And she knows how I feel about you! We hung out again because she asked how things were going with you!”
Huh… that’s… weirdly chill of Round Cheeks. “Good” is all he says, but his smug smirk says it all.
Izuku moves to get his coat on again, gathering up all the slippers and pillows and putting them on the side to pick up later. Bakugo meets him by the door, excited smile on his face. “So where are you taking me?” the nerd asks curiously. “It’s our first date ever, it has to be fun!”
Huffing, the blonde gets his coat on right again, “Your fun isn’t the same as my fun” he comments offhandedly, already knowing exactly where he’s taking this nerd.
“Well, you owe me, so let’s do my fun first!” Izuku demands, turning bright eyes his way as they walk out of the apartment building.
Sighing, Bakugo pretends to be put upon, “Fine, let’s go bowling”.
“YESS!” Izuku jumps, celebrating with a huge grin, “I’ve been wanting to take you there forever!” The blonde knows. He also knows, because Izu let it slip one time when he was drunk, that his ideal date was one where he could compete with someone else and get to know them better. “I can’t believe I finally get to take Kacchan! You’re gonna love it, seriously! There’s an arcade, too, we could look around!”
Bakugo turns, faint frown on his face.
After distractedly yapping for a moment, Izuku turns and catches the eyebrows, “What?”
“You’re not taking me. I’m taking you” the blonde rectifies, feeling like it’s important.
Quirking one single eyebrow, Izuku goes from innocent excitement to cheeky teasing, “Does it make a difference?”
“Damn right it makes a difference! It means I win!”
Bakugo’s phone is ringing incessantly.
To his side, a foot that’s not his slides and starts prodding at his ribs for him to take the damned call. It tickles, dammit. Enough that it wakes him up.
The call goes to voicemail, but now the blonde is awake, staring around at the mess they made.
To any pervert out there, no, they didn’t have sex. They came back to Izuku’s place after bowling and still wanted to compete on something else, so they bust out Mario Kart.
Being how they are, it became seven different arguments on who was being ethically correct, and words like “AND YOU CALL YOURSELF A HERO?! FOR SHAME” were thrown around.
They felt too tired at around 2 in the morning, and decided to take a “power nap” on the floor of the living room. It was now… 9 in the morning?! Shit. He never slept better on someone else’s dirty floor.
The phone starts blaring again and Izuku whines pathetically. The blonde still takes a second to snap a few pictures of that messy green hair before answering. When he finally does, he allows himself to sound as disgruntled as he feels by the interruption, “You have ten seconds before I come find you and kill you”.
“Morning to you, too, Baku-bro!” Kirishima announces chirpy as ever, “Happy Sunday! We’re here with some nachos and a bunch of spicy sauces, open up already!”
Bakugo has to blink, “Here?” Looks around, “Here where?”
“Where else? We’re at your place! We’ve been banging on the door for a while” the red-head adds, and in the background he can hear the other three bozos giggling like idiots about whatever new silly thing they found.
Ah, shit. “Fuck, uh… wait-“
Before he can say anything else, Izuku sits up, groggy as ever, and blinks grumpily at Bakugo. “Kacchan? What time’s it?”
“Shhh!” Katsuki calls, trying to push Izu’s face away from the phone. He knew the moment those idiots found out he finally figured it out with Midoriya they would go crazy and believe it or not, the blonde got flustered easily when that happened. He hated it.
“Don’t shush me!” Izuku huffs, shoving him back while smirking to himself.
When things escalated and he couldn’t even hear what Red was saying anymore, Bakugo got pissed and yelled “OI! STOP NERD JUST STAY STILL FOR A FUCKING—!”
Kirishima paused, and then, “Nerd? Nerd?!” A pause and then, “THE NERD?!” The screech is so loud, even Izuku can hear it.
“Is that Kirishima?” the shitty nerd asks, oblivious to the fact that they just blew their cover.
Red laughs loudly, “Oh my fucking gods! Guys, he’s with Midoriya!”
There’s whooping in the background that feels entirely too embarrassing. His face goes deep red and he hates every fucking second of it.
It’s so much, in fact, that Bakugo simply hangs up.
Turning to Izuku, he slams him back against the pillow mattress they made last night to play and sleep on, leaning in, “Can you shut up already!? Why are you always so difficult?!”
The freckled man smiles, “You’re the one that—“ his phone rings. “Hello?” A pause and then, “Yeah, he’s with me” he smiles, turning to Bakugo. “We had a talk last night and everything got sorted out”.
Katsuki rolls his eyes, finding this incredibly stupid. He keeps trying and failing to get ahold of the phone.
“Yeah we are” Izu chuckles, “Kind of. I think…” Another pause and then Izuku puts the phone down, “Are you my boyfriend now or are we just dating? Mina wants to know”.
This is agony.
And what kind of question is that?! The answer should be glaring fucking obvious! They’re the one that means nobody else can so much as breathe Izuku’s way!
But having gone red in the face, he took a little too long to reply because Izuku lifted the phone back to his ear again. “I think we’re boyfriends…” he bites his lip, staring straight into Bakugo’s eyes, “Yeah, he got all red…”
Bakugo can’t take this. He gets up and moves to the kitchen, to get a move on for breakfast.
“What’re you guys doing today?” Izuku asks, following him to the kitchen. In there, the blonde turns to make a flurry of gestures that mean: what are you doing fucking inviting them to do something with us I just got you to be my boyfriend why the hell would you think I wanna be with anybody else?!
Izu didn’t get the memo.
“Oohh! Come to my place! I’ve got Tostito’s and ice cream! And soda!” the green-haired man suggested.
Are you kidding?! “NO! GO AWAY! WE DON’T WANT YOU HERE!” Bakugo screams loud enough for it to be heard.
There’s a pause and then, “Yeah! I got a Switch, just bring controllers!” Ignored once again. “Sure! Okay! See ya guys!”
This is his time to shine. Katsuki puts on his best ‘I’m pissed’ face and proceeds to make breakfast in grumpy silence.
Izuku, however, seems to know exactly how to disarm him, “Come on…” The bastard literally hugs him from behind and goes as far as to leave a kiss on the nape of his neck. “You promised me dates, Kacchan. Daily dates”.
“Weekly-“
“I just went ahead and fixed one for you” the bastard shrugs, clinging to him as he moves around the kitchen.
If Izuku thinks only he’s got the power to fluster Katsuki, he’s got another thing coming. As the eggs are left in low heat, he turns for a moment and grabs Izu’s chin, “We could’ve fucked all day, you know that?”
The nerd shivers visibly, eyes wide as plates, “I- No- Don’t- Woo me first, Kacchan!” Now his face was the one changing colors like a stop light. Served him right.
Smirking, Bakugo leans in to press a chaste kiss to Izuku’s lips, “Fine, fine…” he mutters, “Your loss”. By the way those green eyes followed the movement of his lips as he mouthed the words, it was certainly a loss for the nerd.