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The day started like it always did, Katsuki woke up just before the ass crack of dawn, cooked breakfast (today he settled on some simple omelets), and packed himself and the nerd their lunches. He was in the middle of putting away the eggs when Izuku strolled into the kitchen.
“Morning, Kacchan!” he said cheerily as he grabbed two plates from the top cabinet, t-shirt riding up just enough to show off his lower abdominal muscles that Katsuki definitely did not look forward to seeing every morning. “Hey, nerd” he said as he walked back to the stove and grabbed the pan with the omelets, turning back to the table and plopping them down onto the plates Izuku had set out.
They sat and ate in a comfortable silence, just like every morning. Eventually Izuku began his usual muttering, something about paperwork, maybe, Katsuki wasn’t entirely listening. He was more focused on how Izuku absentmindedly tapped his fork againsting his plush lips. How his messy green curls just barely fell into his matching green eyes. Oh, how Katsuki loves his eyes. Large pools of green that put emeralds themselves to shame.
As Katsuki stared shamelessly, he noticed the small purple bags just below those pretty eyes.
It wasn’t un common to see them, but it certainly wasn't fucking pleasant.
“Not sleep well?” Katsuki asked as he stood up, grabbing the plates along with Izuku’s attention. “Oh, just a bad dream,” Izuku replied dismissively. He stood as well, following Katsuki over to the sink and stopping him when he reached to pick up the dish sponge. “I’ve got the dishes today, Kacchan! Besides, you made breakfast,” said Izuku as he hurriedly (and a little too firmly) shoves Katsuki from their shared kitchen. “I make breakfast every morning, dumbass,” Katsuki grumbled as he sauntered back to his bedroom.
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Around an hour later the two men were walking down the sunlit street, doing their morning patrol. Katsuki tried his best to stay on task, he really did. He scanned street corners and alleyways, eyed the places where previous crime had taken place, even looked up to view the rooftops of buildings, just in case. But of course, his stupid god damn eyes eventually (inevitably) glanced over to his right after not even twenty minutes.
Izuku had a resting smile on his freckled face as he walked. His eyes, that looked even dreamier in the sun, darted around the streets, searching for any hint of trouble. Katsuki marveled at the way they squinted in analyzation, focused on particular areas. How they widened just a little when said area was deemed clear. How they turned to meet his own with a confused exp- shit.
Katsuki quickly averted his gaze, thankful for the slightly overgrown spike of his hair shielding his eyes. “Something wrong, Kacchan?” Izuku asked with a worried glance around the area. “Nah, just…why don’t we split up for the rest of patrol,” So he could fucking focus. “So we can cover more ground and shit”
He looked back just in time to catch the end of the disappointed look on Izuku’s face. Fuck.
“Oh, um, yeah okay,” he gave a small laugh “I guess I’ll see you in an hour?” Izuku said with a cocked brow. They do walk together every morning, Katsuki supposes. It’s probably a little strange that he wants to split up today, split up The Wonder Duo. But he just can’t keep getting fucking distracted. “See you then, Deku,” Katsuki responded as he began walking away. He doubted anything would actually happen, crime was at its all time lowest, after all.
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Well shit.
This was not what Katsuki had expected at all. Just as he was finally able to focus (finally away from those damn jade green eyes), he of course had to run into a piece of shit low grade villain. Dumb fuck was trying to break into a god damn toy store at eight in the morning.
The “struggle” lasted about thirty seconds. The guy ran, Katsuki chased, tackled, and that was that. Except it wasn’t.
Just as he pinned the son of a bitch and was reaching for his radio, he felt a cold hand wrap around his wrist. A shiver rolled down his spine as his body fell to the ground, and everything went black.
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Katsuki awoke to violent shaking and nervous muttering.
“Kacchan! Please wake up!” He heard Izuku practically scream into his ear. He must have passed out. Katsuki forced his eyes to flutter open ever so slightly, just enough to see the worried expression plastered on Izuku’s face.
“Kacchan?” Izuku repeated nervously. “Quit your screaming, ‘s giving me a migraine” Katsuki said as he sat up and rubbed the side of his head. He glanced over behind the green haired man to see the villain he had just caught only a few feet away. The shit bag’s hands and feet were bound together, a step Katsuki had not been able to partake in. “D’you do that?” He nodded in the direction of the villain.
Izuku didn’t need to look back to know what he was talking about. “I was headed back when I heard your radio go off. When you didn’t respond I figured something was wrong, I mean, you never accidentally radio me. So I thought I would head over, just in case, and I saw you passed out and the guy was shoving you off of himself. I ran over just as the guy got up and had started running—he was really easy to catch by the way, didn’t even make it four feet before I got him—but when I turned back to you, you were on the ground and unresponsive and I freaked out and-” Izuku word-vomited before Katsuki cut him off.
“Calm down, Nerd. M’fine,” Katsuki barks out, no bite in his tone.
“Fucker hit me with his quirk though,” he said, eyes darting to his wrist before taking off his glove to inspect a little further—there were no marks where he had been hit, and, now that he’s thinking about it, Katsuki feels completely fine.
“Help me up, Freckles” Katsuki gruffed. Izuku immediately stood up and held out his hand. “You’re sure you're okay Kacchan?” Izuku asked as he tugged Katsuki from the ground with ease.
God, he’s so fucking strong it drives Katsuki insane.
“‘Course I’m alright, dumbass.” He’s fucking Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite damn it, he’s not some fragile piece of furniture that just sits in the corner of a room for display only. He can take a hit.
Izuku didn’t seem to appreciate that answer, eyes narrowing and nose scrunching up just a little in suspicion (it was kinda sorta definitely cute as hell but Katsuki sure as shit wasn’t gonna admit that), but he must have accepted it because he didn’t push. Only hummed in acknowledgement before turning back toward the asshole still tied up on the ground.
“Caught the guy tryna break into a fucking toy store,” Katsuki explained with a snort. Of all of the hundreds of stores in the city, the fucker chose to rob a toy store .
Izuku stood the guy up, holding the man by the hand cuffs he was restrained with. “Really?” he asked, trying but not succeeding to suppress his laugh. “Lets get you to the station then,” Izuku said through his definitely NOT adorable giggles.
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They didn’t get home until ten o'clock at night, walking into their shared apartment completely exhausted from the day. Katsuki went to change out of his hero costume, opting for grey sweats and a black sleepshirt instead, he was absolutely fucking famished, so he’d wash up after dinner. When he returned to the living room, Izuku was nowhere to be found. He was probably changing out of his hero costume as well, Katsuki figured.
He got started on dinner, deciding to make some simple miso ramen because it had been a long fucking day and he didn’t feel like spending and hour on dinner when it was already two hours past his bedtime.
Izuku emerged from his room just as Katsuki had finished cooking. “Couch dinner?” He heard Izuku ask hopefully. “Couch dinner.” He replied as he turned around, holding two bowls of miso ramen (his extra spicy of course). “But we are not watching another All Might documentary.” He said before finally looking up from the steaming soup.
Izuku was plopped down on the couch, resting his head on folded arms over the back. His hair was dripping water onto his freckled face, the curls looking more defined than usual. Must have taken a shower. A small pout rested on his lips. He looked beautiful. And slightly pissed.
“Oh come on Kacchan!” Izuku pleaded, a hint of attitude in his voice. “And no All Might movies or tv shows either” Katsuki added, just to fuck with him if he was being honest. “WHAT?!” Izuku shrieked, “What else would we even watch?!” he asked loudly, like there weren’t hundreds of other movies saved on his watch later list. Katsuki smirked, rolling his eyes before saying “I’m just fucking with you dumbass,” he set the steaming bowls down on the coffee table, “Lets eat,” he said, plopping down next to Izuku and leaning forward. He ran his hand through the soaking wet green curls that he adored oh so much. “Then we’re gonna dry this mop on your head, it's dripping all over the damn couch.”
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They ate in a comfortable silence, Izuku thanking Katsuki for the dinner like he did every night. Once they were both finished, Izuku gathered their dishes and walked into the kitchen, placing them in the dishwasher and starting it.
Katsuki set off for the bathroom to grab the hairdryer, coming back to the living room and flicking on the tv. He put on the newest All Might movie, pressing play as Izuku settled between his legs, sitting happily on the pillow Katsuki placed for him.
He dried the green eyed man’s hair as the movie played on. He had turned on subtitles because the hairdryer would be too god damn loud to hear the movie. He hadn’t even bothered trying to read them, all too focused on the task at hand.
Around thirty minutes later, Izuku's hair was dry and they were both cuddled up in the center of the couch. Izuku seemed to be dozing off, sinking further into the crook between Katsuki’s chest and arm, eyes not even halfway open. And as much as Katsuki wanted to stay like this forever, he still needed a shower himself.
“‘Zuku” Katsuki whispered, giving Izuku’s shoulder a slight nudge. The green haired man groaned and turned over. God, he was so beautiful. He looked so at peace, face completely slack and mouth slightly agape. Shit, Katsuki is so fucking whipped for this man.
Damn it he should have showered earlier.
“Deku, wake the fuck up” Katsuki whiper-yelled, nudging him a little more firmly. Izuku’s eyes finally fluttered open before he sat up, yawning as he rubbed the sleep from his face. “Okay, okay jeez” He said sleepily as he stood up “Goodnight, Kacchan” He said with a droopy smile before walking back to his bedroom and softly shutting the door. The blond just sighed and left for the shower.
He didn't fall asleep until 12:07am.
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Katsuki is on the beach.
He can feel the warm sand under his feet, hear the sound of distant waves racing towards the shore, smell the salty-ness of the ocean air.
He looks around until he sees it. Or more so, sees him.
Izuku is sitting under an umbrella just a little farther down the way, watching the water as it stretches into the sky. Katsuki doesn’t question it, doesn’t think, he just simply walks over and sits on the beach towel next to Izuku. They don’t speak, just sit and watch the ocean together, hands inches apart. But once again, he doesn’t question it, doesn’t even think twice about it. Katsuki takes Izuku’s hand, holds it. And Izuku doesn’t flinch, doesn’t pull away, just gives his hand a gentle squeeze as they continue to watch the horizon. Katsuki has never felt more peaceful.
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Much to his disappointment, Katsuki wakes up; it was just a dream.
He sighs, reaching over to switch off his alarm because if rings one more time Katsuki swears he’s gonna actually blow something the hell up.
That was the best god damn dream he’d ever fucking had, and his dumbass alarm clock had to go and wake him up. What a piece of shit.
Katsuki eventually gets himself out of bed, deciding not to waste anymore time sulking over the stupid fucking dream. All it did was give him a small, stupid, false sense of hope.
After slipping into his favorite black house shoes, Katsuki heads to the kitchen to get started on breakfast. He would probably make something simple today, like maybe rice and egg or avocado and– wait a damn minute, whats Izuku doing in the kitchen?
“Oh, good morning Kacchan!” Izuku says brightly, frying pan in hand. “I thought I would try making breakfast today since, you know, you do it every morning” he giggles, turning back to the… umm… whatever he’s making on the stove. Izuku doesn’t cook often, reason being that he’s a terrible fucking cook and should never be within ten feet of an oven. He can’t even put toast in a toaster without somehow starting an electrical fire.
Katsuki notes that the fire extinguisher is in the hallway closet.
Not wanting to dim the sparkle in Izuku’s giant fucking eyes, Katsuki responds best he can, “Whatever, nerd.”
Izuku gives him a wide grin as Katsuki sets the small dining table a few feet away. A few minutes later the two men are sitting side by side, a steaming pile of, oh look, its rice and eggs on the plates infront of them. They eat in silence for a little while before Izuku pipes up.
“You know, I had an amazing, and also kind of strange dream last night,” The freckled man says before taking another bite of his food. Tell me about it, Katsuki thinks, gesturing for Izuku to continue. He’s just a tiny bit interested in what the Nerd’s subconscious looks like. “Well,” Izuku swallows what food is left in his mouth, “I was on the beach, watching the water,” Weird. Sounds familiar. “It was so peaceful, but also a little eerie," The green haired man laughs. “I mean, I was sitting there for what felt like hours, on the beach, all alone.” Okay, this sounds a little too familiar… “And then, out of nowhere, you showed up” There it is.
“Really? What happened?” Katsuki says a little too quickly, theres just no fucking way. Had he and Izuku had the same dream? Izuku seems a little taken aback by his eagerness, but continues on. “You walked over and sat down next to me, and we watched the ocean together.”
“That all?” Katsuki asks, silent panic rising in his chest. Izuku’s eyes glance down for a moment before meeting his crimson red ones. “Yup” he replies with a small smile.
Thank god.
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Later that day, Katsuki is running the file on the guy they caught the previous morning. He scans it as usual, eyes running over their age, height, quirk– he checks it again.
Kim Inoue- Height: 5’6 Age: 34 Quirk: Dream Walking
And that's all Katsuki needs to see before he realizes.
That fucker hit him with his quirk. He and Izuku didn’t have similar dreams. They shared a dream. Or more like Katsuki had come into Izuku’s dream unknowingly.
He reads a little further into the information about the quirk. It says that the effects of the quirk should last around three days tops. Fuck. Okay. No problem. He should probably just go tell Izuku about it, might calm him down a little over the incident from yesterday…but also, if he told Izuku, Izuku would know that he knew about the hand holding thing. That he literally, consciously, initiated it. Yeah, maybe he just shouldn’t tell Izuku, just to save them both some embarrassment.
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Katsuki drags himself through the door, tired eyes managing to glance at the digital clock hanging just above the kitchen sink.
2:37am. Ugh.
He and Izuku had gotten off of work at different times tonight because they work at different fucking agencies, of course their schedules aren’t always gonna line up.
Dropping his keys into the glass bowl by the front door, Katsuki stumbles a little further into the quiet apartment. He is completely and utterly exhausted. He was on the clock for nearly twenty damn hours before he clocked out. Luckily for him, tomorrow is his day off, thank fuck.
He grabs a glass of water before heading to his room to take a fucking shower and get the hell to bed.
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Katsuki is on the ground. He can’t move, he realizes, body still as if it had been frozen in time and was not to be disturbed. All he can see is the cloudy gray sky and watch as the rain drops against his face timidly. God, he hates the fucking rain.
He lies there helplessly for a few moments, unsure of what to do, when he hears it.
“No.” There's the voice he always listens for in a crowd.
Katsuki attempts to turn his body, neck, eyes, anything to see Izuku, to no avail. “Not again.” Izuku continues, “Please no—please please please—NO!” He hears distant footsteps quickly approaching. Fuck, he needs to move, to say something, to calm Izuku down right fucking now.
“Kacchan?” Izuku stands over him for only a second before sinking to his knees, tears streaming down his battered bloody face. “Please, not again, don’t do this to me again. Please Kacchan,” He sobs, a tentative hand gently reaching down to cradle the side of Katsuki’s crimson face.
Move! You have to fucking move! Katsuki thinks, but it won’t work, he knows that. Izuku seems to know that too, his face contorting in what can only be described as pure anguish. He chokes on a sob, then another, and another. Izuku opens his mouth to scream out his frustrations into the world and—
Katsuki’s eyes fly open, his body finally allowing him to move as he sits up. It was just a dream, no, nightmare…that he shared with Izuku. Fuck.
He springs from the bed, not bothering to slip on his house shoes as he sprints across the apartment to Izuku’s bedroom. He knocks once, twice, now pounding on the damn door, no response. Whatever. He turns the knob and opens the door carefully because if the nerd is awake then he doesn’t want to hit him with the fucking door.
When he finally enters the room, he stops.
Izuku is curled up on the floor by his bed, shaking and breathing heavily, hands buried so deep in his hair, chances are they’re never coming back out. Tears leak from his wide green eyes like pouring rain from a bad thunderstorm.
Katsuki immediately makes his way over, dropping down to sit next to the green haired man and pulling him close.
“You–I-I lost you.” Izuku sobs, “You w-were gone and–and I lost you and it was my f-fault an-”
“You’ve never lost me, Izuku. I’ve always been right here, and I always will be.” Katsuki whispers sternly, one hand gently combing over green curls and down his back as the other pulls Izuku’s scarred hand from his hair, bringing it to rest on his chest. The blond slows his breathing, hoping the other will eventually do the same.
And eventually, Izuku does. His breaths even out and his remaining hand drops from his hair. Tears still stream from his eyes, though, and they likely won’t stop for a while.
“Kacchan?” Izuku asks quietly, tilting his head to meet Katsuki's soft gaze. The whites of his eyes are slightly red from crying, making the green stand out even more than usual. “Yeah?” he replies gently, hand absentmindedly twirling around one of Izuku’s soft green curls.
“How…How did you know? That I was upset I mean,” Izuku says, voice laced with a slight hint of confusion. “I...” Katsuki hesitates. Fuck, how was he supposed to explain this? He really didn’t wanna tell Izuku about the god damn quirk incident, especially not now.
“Got up to get a glass of water and heard you screaming, figured I should check to see you were okay,” Yup, that's the story Katsuki is going with.
Izuku gives him that look that makes his heart clench in ways Katsuki would rather not discuss. And also makes him immediately realize the mistake in his choice of words. “We um, I—I should probably get back to bed.” He quickly says, making his way to stand before a scared hand comes to rest on his shoulder, stopping the motion entirely.
“Stay.” Izuku says, keeping his gaze intently on Katsuki’s before eventually adding, “Please.”
Katsuki thinks about, okay, well that's enough thinking about it. He stands and pulls Izuku up from the ground as he states, “Well we sure as shit aren’t sleepin’ on the floor.”
Izuku gives him a small smile before clambering into his bed, moving as close to the wall as possible to give Katsuki some space. Idiot. Katsuki flashes him a nanoscopic grin before following, pulling the blanket over them both as he settles into the love of his life’s bed.
They lay there in silence for a moment, Katsuki turning on his side to face Izuku, freckles barely visible in the darkness of the room. His eyes are faintly closed, hiding away the beauty they retain.
He stares for what could have been hours, listening to the soft snores Izuku made as he slept before eventually drifting off himself.
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They don't dream again that night, which is fine. They've had enough for one night anyway.
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It’s noon now. Katsuki’s day had definitely started off normal ( Definitely not with his arms wrapped around Izuku’s waist, which he didn’t have to force himself to let go of when he woke up).
He and Izuku had just eaten lunch and were both currently lounging on the couch, which thank fuck they both had the day off by the way.
Izuku had his glasses on while he read some nerdy ass book that Katsuki didn’t give a fuck about.
The only thing he noticed was how Izuku looked with his glasses on. A rare sight to see, and somehow even fucking hotter than ever.
Katsuki pulled his eyes back to the book he was “reading” that he also didn’t really give a fuck about, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier until they fully fluttered shut.
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“I like you.” Is the first thing Katsuki hears.
“I like you, a lot. Like, in a more than just friends kind of way.” Izuku says to him with a determined expression settled on his face.
They aren’t in the living room anymore and Izuku doesn’t have his damn glasses on, so this is definetley just a fucking dream.
Katsuki is slightly disappointed before it hits him. This is Izuku’s dream, not his.
“I sort of love you, actually.” Izuku blurts out. And holy shit. The amount of times Katsuki has dreamt of hearing him say that is countless.
“And you don’t have to love me or even like me back, but I just–” He cuts the nerd off with a kiss. It's almost perfect, Izuku kisses back and buries his hands in Katsuki’s hair and it’s almost perfect.
But it’s not. Because Katsuki knows it's not real.
But fuck, if kissing Izuku in a dream is this amazing, then he needs to wake the fuck up right now and do it for real. How to do that, he isn’t sure, but he seriously needs to right fucking now.
Because even if Izuku doesn’t really love him, and if it really is just his brain making shit up and forcing him to say fake confessions to Katsuki, he doesn’t care. He has to wake up.
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake—
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His eyes shoot open as he sits up, immediately looking over to Izuku who is still sound asleep on the other couch a few feet away. And, as much as Katsuki really doesn’t want to disturb him, theres still something he needs to know, right fucking now.
He jumps up and runs over to the other couch, gently but firmly shaking Izuku until his eyes slowly start to flutter open.
“Kacchan?” He barely gets out, bringing one hand up to rub his face under his glasses as he yawns.
“I love you god damn it! I really, really fucking love you, Izuku. And not in a friendship bullshit kind of way. No, fuck that. I really fucking love you and I always fucking have so there.” Katsuki blurts out which was maybe a bad idea but whatever.
Izuku blinks once, twice. Pinches himself which is kinda hilarious but also not right now because Katsuki needs him to say something, literally fucking anything. He’s hesitating and Katsuki is starting to panic a little because shit. Did he just ruin years worth of friendship with this stupid ass confession?
Damage control.
“You don’t have to feel the same way, I just–” he starts to say before Izuku pulls him into the perfect kiss he had been waiting for for so long. Well, okay, obviously not perfect. It’s chaste and short and unsure, but its fucking real and it makes Katsuki melt.
“Of course I love you back, dumbass!” Woah, Izuku just swore. “You just caught me so off guard.” He emphasises with another small kiss that makes Katsuki melt even more.
“Kacchan, I have been in love with you for so long now I’ve lost track. I love you. Don’t you dare doubt it, ever.”
He pauses, a small, genuine smile tugs at his lips, he doesn’t hold it back, doesn’t even try.
“Don’t call me a dumbass, Dumbass.” He says, causing Izuku to giggle softly before Katsuki leans back in and kisses him stupid.
Good thing he took the day off.