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‘Today couldn’t get any shittier.’ Izuku thinks as he drops his bag and sits down on Katsuki’s fuzzy black rug.
It’s his birthday, and he’s had the worst fucking day. He overslept, causing him to be late to class for the first time all year. Since he was rushing this morning, he started the day off with an inside out uniform shirt. He also ran into about ten people throughout the day, knocking shit out of their hands or his own. He missed lunch because he needed to make up for being late.
It was just shitty, okay?
At least he was able to grab a smoothie for himself, for some fucking sustenance, before Kacchan asked if he wanted to study for their test tomorrow. Time with Kacchan always made him feel better, whether they were sparring, studying or cleaning. Whatever it was, it was always better when it was with Kacchan.
As Izuku plops down, his grip loosens on his smoothie.
Effectively spilling its contents ALL over his shirt.
Correction. Today could definitely get shittier.
“Shit,” Izuku breathes out. Katsuki turns his head, glancing over to the hot mess that is Izuku Midoriya.
“You good, Deku?” Katsuki teases, quickly sifting through his drawer for a shirt to lend Izuku.
Izuku sighs, shaking his head in disappointment as he hikes his shirt over his head and tosses it into Katsuki’s dirty laundry bin.
Katsuki chucks a shirt at Izuku, the soft ‘plop’ sound filling the room before Izuku says a quiet “thanks, Kacchan.”
Katsuki chuckles, nodding his head as he sits down next to Izuku. “No problem, nerd. Just don’t fucking ruin it, yeah?”
Izuku rolls his eyes, a breathy laugh escaping past his lips. He slips the shirt over his head, tucking his arms through the holes and letting the fabric drape over his slender frame.
He smoothes the fabric down, feeling the softness against his skin. It’s surprisingly softer than he imagined. For some reason, Kacchan’s personality doesn’t necessarily… scream softness?
His heart does a small flip, the comfortability and strange sense of safety that blooms across his body taking him by surprise.
He turns his head to face Kacchan, he hasn’t said anything—or made fun of Izuku for essentially molesting his shirt, calling him a weirdo or a pervert.
Kacchan is just… staring at him. His eyes are open, relaxed. Not narrowed or looking at him with irritation. No, this is another strange dose of softness. His eyes are warm. Inviting, even. Slightly curious.
“Everything okay, Kacchan?” Izuku whispers, his emerald orbs searching ruby reds in a slight panic.
Kacchan continues to stare, not even blinking as he says, “Why do you look better in my shirt than I do?”
Izuku’s breath catches in his throat, his eyes widening as his eyebrows furrow a bit in confusion. “Huh..?”
“My shirt,” Katsuki starts, pointing at the shirt on Izuku’s body. “My piece of shit shirt that I’ve had since middle school. It looks so fucking good on you. Why?”
A bright red flush spreads over Izuku’s cheeks, his head shaking as he tries to somehow—some way make Katsuki feel.. better?
“I-I don’t know, Kacchan.. I think this one looks really—uh—really good on you, usually.. I think it just looks regular on me—” Izuku’s rambling is silenced by a warm, rough hand covering his mouth.
“No,” Katsuki starts. “Looking at you in my shirt makes me just want to fucking rip it off of you. Why is that so?” He hums, leaning in until their faces are just inches apart.
Katsuki’s hand slides from covering Izuku’s mouth to gently caressing his cheek. “Explain it to me, nerd.”
Izuku’s face is definitely as red as the clouds surrounding the setting sun, cause he earns Katsuki’s eyes grazing over his face with a smirk.
“Uh.. I-I’m not sure why, Kacchan..” Izuku manages to stutter out.
Izuku shifts slightly, shifting his body to properly face Katsuki. In a sudden, unexplained burst of confidence, Izuku says something that will either get him a burnt, melted cheek or a possible first kiss.
Who knows. Izuku certainly doesn’t care at this point.
He wants to at least have a little fun on his birthday.
Izuku takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with air as he metaphorically shoves himself over the edge.
“Would you prefer to rip it off of me, Kacchan?”
Katsuki’s eyes widen, his smirk widening into a toothy, absolutely feral grin.
“Is that an invitation, freckles?” Katsuki says lowly, his fingers moving from Izuku’s cheek to twirl in fluffy green curls.
Izuku’s mind is racing. Holy shit. He didn’t bank on that being his answer. He mostly expected to get blown up.
He nods, a quiet ‘yes’ following his exhale.
Katsuki licks his lips, his eyes looking down to look at Izuku’s lips. “I’ve always wanted to feel those pouty pink lips on mine.”
With that, Katsuki’s the one who leans in, breaking the distance between them. Their lips dance together, slotting against each other like they’ve always fit together.
Izuku whimpers and whines, his hands flying to feel the absolute masterpiece that is Bakugou Katsuki, who is currently laying him down against the fuzzy rug. Izuku’s hands rub along strong forearms, Katsuki’s muscles flexing beneath his fingers as he positions himself between Izuku’s legs, hovering over him as they continue to lick into each other's mouths.
A low, drawn out groan drags out of Katsuki as Izuku wraps his legs around his waist. Izuku’s lips turn up into a teasing smile against Katsuki’s, who ends up smiling against Izuku’s back. Then, they giggling. Both, laughing. Katsuki pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against Izuku’s as they laugh so hard their bellies shake.
Izuku can’t even complain. The warmth he feels in his chest at this very moment… it’s worth all the bad things that happened to him today. Hell, it’s worth all the bad things that have happened to him period.
He looks up, not even surprised to see Katsuki looking back at him. God, he looks beautiful.
His eyes are shining, his smile is soft. His skin is pale and glowing, his cheeks a slight tinge of pink.
Izuku’s admiring his Kacchan, completely content with the silence until Katsuki’s mouth opens.
“Happy birthday, Izuku,” he says with a smile, leaning down to place a gentle, loving kiss against Izuku’s lips.
Tears well up in Izuku’s eyes before he can stop them. Kacchan is so sweet, so good to him. He can’t contain it, especially after the day he had.
“Thank you, Kacchan,” he says with a sob, lurching up, wrapping his arms around his neck to pull him down in order to smash his lips against Katsuki’s.
Katsuki chuckles against his lips, wriggling away enough to be able to speak. “Quit it, crybaby. I have some chocolates for you in my bag, was gonna give ‘em to you earlier, but I didn’t see you at lunch.”
Izuku’s eyes flood even more.
Katsuki shakes his head, his grin nearly splitting his face in half. “Let me go for a sec, I’ll grab them!”
Izuku squeezes, smushing their cheeks together. “No! No way! This is the happiest I’ve felt all god damn day!!!”
The giggle that leaves Katsuki is pure happiness. It’s high pitched and airy, his cheeks turning a darker shade of pink as Izuku begins rubbing their cheeks together.
Katsuki manages to push Izuku down, a small space forming between them.
“Quit it! I have another present for you, nerd!” Katsuki says through giggles.
Izuku’s ears perk up. Another present? He loosens his grip a bit, side-eyeing Katsuki as he waits for the explanation. “What is it?”
Katsuki gently presses his hips down against Izuku’s. “Take a guess.”
The way Izuku nearly chokes on air. His jaw drops, his eyes are wide. He’s fucking malfunctioning.
“R-really Kacchan?” He says softly, barely above a whisper. Katsuki chuckles, nodding his head.
“My lame ass virginity, your cool ass present,” he says with a wink.
Izuku laughs, hard.
“Best present ever, Kacchan!”