Work Text:
“Soooooo…do I add mayonnaise now?”
SMACK
“Ow ow ow Bakugo what the hell!” Kaminari whined.
“Why the fuck would you add mayonaise to curry!?” Katsuki snapped back.
“It was on the counter so I thought that meant we were going to use it!” Karminari feebly attempted to defend himself.
“It was clearly already there because who puts fucking-- forget this, just go prepare the potato cubes while I work on the tonkatsu.”
“Aye ye captain ass” Kaminari jabbed, quickly dodging the spoon that swung where he stood shortly before dashing to the other side of the kitchen. The same time Kaminari left, Kirishima entered the kitchen shortly after.
“Bakugo! Need any help?”
Kirishima ducked, narrowly missing the wooden spoon that came souring at his head.
“Get the fuck out of my kitchen Shitty Hair!” Bakugo barked.
“It’s literally the COMMUNAL kitchen.” Kaminari emphasized before he too found wooden utensils soaring in the direction of where his head was before turning to Kirishima. “Bakugo is just pissy because he’s trying to teach me how to make curry and the guy has no sense of patience.” The electrifying boy noted with a tired sigh.
“Woah! Bakugo, you're teaching our classmate how to cook? That’s quite manly of you!” Kirishima exclaimed as he wrapped an arm around Bakugo’s neck before having his arm roughly shrugged off.
If Katsuki learned anything from trying to tutor Kirishima in math, it is that he did not have the patience to be a teacher. However, without his right arm, Katuski’s mobility in the kitchen was much more limited, so having an extra set of hands didn’t hurt. There was also something about nearly dying that made him more sentimental and shit. A part of him wanted to do something nice, make most of the time he had with his friends.
Or at least that’s what his therapist said he’s doing, honestly Katsuki just thinks he sustained some kind of brain damage during the Final War that no one caught and now he’s subjecting himself to Kaminari’s stupidity like some moronic masochist. This was the fourth pot of curry the two worked on, and Katsuki taste tested every atrocity Kaminari produced before.
“I’m teaching Dunce Face how to make dinner for you extras.” Katsuki mumbled as he shoved a set of plates into Kirishima’s hands “If you’re going to be a distraction, make yourself useful and set the table.”
As Katsuki turned around, he noticed his phone light up with a text message from Izuku.
Deku
>>> I’m not feeling too great so I’m going to have to miss dinner tonight. Sorry!
Katsuki sighed before shoving his phone into his pocket and moving back towards the pot, stirring absentmindedly. Ever since the war ended, things were a bit strange between him and Izuku, not necessarily bad, but more like the air between them was palpable with unspoken concerns, fears, promises, and possibly some guilt. In a way, Katsuki knew Izuku just that well because they were so similar when it came to the type of hero they wanted to be. One that won under any circumstance to save the day, and it was unclear what exactly they saved after so much loss. Months ago when they fought at Ground Beta over All Might’s retirement he was riddled with guilt. It didn’t take a genius to realize that Izuku was feeling a similar type of guilt but tenfold. Katsuki had half a mind to just lift Izuku by the legs and shake some sense into him like he was emptying a laundry bag. After trying that with Mineta and being informed from their class rep that it is against school rules, Katsuki settled on trying to invite Izuku to class dinners and make it clear to him that he was there, ready to be there for him, on and off the battlefield.
Or he could just go back to breaking the rules and fighting out their troubles...If Katsuki was being honest he preferred the latter.
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Midoriya Izuku cupped his own face, slapping his cheeks with determination as he stared at his reflection and made up his mind. He was going to confess to Kacchan.
Sure, he always knew that he was sort of obsessed with the guy and it does not take a rocket scientist to put two and two together, but with saving the world and narrowly escaping death, Izuku had been a bit too busy to really think about his romantic chances with a certain someone.
This was also arguably the best time for him to confess. No weird distractions, no crazed superpowered villains, and no near brushes with death.
Izuku collapsed onto his bedspread and rolled over onto his side in thought. Even while resting a bit, Izuku felt a lingering ache in his chest. He was not sure if the ache in his chest was from over exertion from training, or if it was the guilt gnawing at his insides for considering making steps to be happy after everything that happened. Normacy felt almost like it was a gift too good to be true, and maybe undeserved, as Izuku’s mind wandered, thinking about Tenko.
Izuku physically shook himself, trying to remove those thoughts from his mind as he closed his eyes and hoped to succumb to sleep soon.
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Katsuki was going to murder Dunce Face.
He should have known nothing good could have come out of trusting the idiot to cook dinner and not produce something that wasn’t a hazard to human health. So much for trying to do something kind and sappy Katsuki grumbled to himself as he reached out an unsteady hand to flush the vomit filled toilet, leaning his forearm against the porcelain seat to steady himself. After taking a few deep breaths, Katsuki tentatively pushed himself off his knees to lean against the cool bathroom tiled wall, closed his eyes, and waited for his stomach to settle. If he wasn’t so irritated by his current predicament, Katsuk would actually be impressed by how badly Dunce Face managed to poison him with curry he watched him make.
Upon realizing how heavy his eyes felt, Katsuki realized he fell asleep on the bathroom floor. He pressed his good hand to the ground to push himself up, leaning his shoulder against the bathroom wall to steady himself as he stumbled towards his bedroom. Right as he reached the edge of his bed, Katsuki immediately plopped himself down on the mattress, collapsing against the soft bedspread. He really needed some water, but he also felt so worn out from continuously throwing up that he felt himself slip in and out of consciousness before eventually passing out again.
Katsuki wasn’t sure how long he fell asleep again, but judging by the sliver of pale blue he could see out his window, it was definitely morning. Feeling his way in the dark, Katsuki blindly grabbed around his nightstand for his phone until he felt the cool press of glass against his palm. Squinting, Katsuki turned his screen on to look at the time:
7:43 am
8 unread messages
Katsuki shot up from his bed upon realizing there were messages were from Izuku.
Deku
9:23 pm
>>> Hi Kacchan
>>> Sorry to bother you in the middle of the night
>>> Would it be okay if I came over?
>>> It’s just…I could use some company
>>> It’s okay if you’re not comfortable though!
>>> gomen I just realized you might already be asleep, it’s okay!
>>> Goodnight Kacchan
Katsuki couldn’t help but facepalm himself after reading the messages. Of course when Izuku finally stopped being a moody little shit and reached out he was too busy puking out his guts to respond. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Katsuki quickly opened his texts to send a reply.
Katsuki
<<< fell asleep early
<<< did you sleep at all last night?
Katsuki was about to put his phone down, expecting Izuku to be asleep at the moment, before hearing a ping resonate.
Deku
>>> ah, not really, I couldn’t stay asleep long and went out for a morning run.
>>> sorry for bothering you when you were asleep
Katsuki
<<< I’ll meet you on the tracks in 15
Katsuki rolled out of bed to get ready, quickly brushing the taste of vomit out of mouth and grabbing a jacket to head outside. Their first class didn’t start until 9 am so the two had some time to talk out anything they wanted before class started again. He figured it might also be easier for Izuku to get whatever was off his mind after a run and clearing his head for a bit.
Or at least, that’s what his plan was before he felt a suspicious rumble come from his stomach. Katsuki bit his lip in frustration as he placed a hand on his stomach, using sheer willpower to keep his intestines together as he opened the door to step out into the dorm hallways, making his way to the track field.
As Katsuki started to approach the field, he could see Izuku sitting on the bench nearby the track, hunched over as he leaned his forearms against his legs to hold him up. As he got closer, Katsuki kicked the bench to get Izuku’s attention, startling the other.
“Oh! Kacchan, g-good morning!”
Katsuki simply nodded in acknowledgment, not bothering to return his greeting. He pressed his hands to his hips as he looked down, carefully cataloging the green haired boy before him. At a glance, it didn’t seem like much was out of place with Izuku. His hair was the same typical curly mess, he had the same nervous energy about him, and he was dressed in his typical attire: a sky blue hoodie, black workout shorts, and the same red sneakers he’s been wearing for as long as Katsuki could remember. It was the little things that told Katsuki that something was off. Izuku wasn’t running his fingers through his curls like he normally does when he’s deep in thought, but there was this curl of tension between Izuku’s eyebrows like his face muscles were tensed from stress.
Sighing in exhaustion, Katsuki made his way to the empty seat next to Izuku and planted himself down, hunching over in hopes of easing the residual ache in his abdomen.
“Having trouble sleeping?” Katsuki mumbled.
Izuku kicked the ground below his feet, looking at the displaced grass blades fly out from below his shoes as he seemed to ponder his reply. “Ah, I just…stuff on my mind.”
Katsuki hugged his stomach with his good hand after he felt a sudden cramp shoot up his side, trying to ignore his own discomfort as he tried to think of what to say. “You got something to say or what” Katsuki spat with more irritation lacing his tone than he would have liked.
Izuku’s eyebrows furrowed a bit like he picked up on Katsuki’s irritation, and Katsuki resisted the urge to kick himself, partially also because any rough movement might make his intestines explode too.
“Sorry Kacchan…I just…I guess I just wanted some company…” Izuku stammered, trailing off.
Katsuki rocked every so slightly back and forth in his seat, he could feel the pain morph into general discomfort that he found hard to ignore. He resisted the urge to move too much, seeming like he was losing patience with Izuku, but he knew from the way Izuku trailed off he could tell something was wrong. The bastard was too observant for his own good.
“Actually well...I wanted to go on a run…because…” Izuku began to fiddle with his fingers more, an anxious tick he couldn’t seem to break even with the world nearly ending.
Suddenly Katsuki felt the urge to shit hit him like a ton of bricks.
“There’s something I…”
God fucking DAMMIT.
Katsuki started to make a beeline for the school building, trying to avoid thinking about how he was definitely sending the wrong message to the nerd.
After washing his hands, Katsuki slammed his head against the bathroom mirror repeatedly until Kirishima found him and attempted to drag him out.
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Izuku didn’t have a lot of experience dating, but he was pretty sure your crush running off mid conversation was equivalent to some form of being stood up. When he tried looking it up on the internet, he came to the conclusion that you can only really get stood up while on an actual date. Izuku decided to give confessing another shot. Plus Ultra right?
Or at least that’s what he thought until in every single situation Izuku tried to start a conversation with Katsuki, the blonde would end up excusing himself from the situation. At the end of their first class as everyone was walking into the school hallway, Izuku watched Katsuki shuffle into the men’s room and didn’t think twice about it. It’s not like needing to use the restroom after class is abnormal or peculiar.
But then when Katsuki bolted from the student lounge area around the same time Izuku sat down at their friends’ table Izuku felt like something was wrong. When Katsuki sped off to the locker room showers just as Izuku approached Katsuki’s locker, he was convinced that the other knew he wanted to confess and was purposely avoiding him.
Izuku grew more and more despondent as the day went on, to the point that even Ochako, Iida, and Todoroki seemed to notice his soured mood and asked what was going on. To which, Izuku confessed his predicament to his closest friends.
“It seems like you keep trying to approach Bakugo when he isn’t expecting it Deku-kun, maybe schedule a time for the both of you to meet! Just the two of you.” Ochako, the voice of wisdom in Izuku’s life, suggested.
“Planning in advance would certainly increase your chances of success and show you respect his time!” Iida exclaimed as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose in agreement, flipping to the next page of their workbook.
“And if he continues to reject your feelings, you should just date me” Todoroki quipped casually as he grabbed a clean sheet of paper to continue writing on.
The other three turned their heads to look at their multicolored friend, throwing the boy a quizzical look. Todoroki simply stared back at the three blankly as he took a sip from his water bottle.
“What? Midoriya is a great guy, its not my fault Bakugo is taking too long to understand that.”
Urauaka thought about what Todoroki said before nodding in agreement, accepting that response and turning back to her workbook as Izuku sank deeper and deeper into his seat in embarrassment.
As Izuku left the lounge area and waved his friends off, he felt a renewed resolve to give it another try. Even if his childhood friend didn’t return his feelings, at least he did everything he could to be honest to his heart. If he can defeat several ultra powerful villains as a child and train himself to inherit one of the strongest quirks known to human history, he should be fine, right?
Right???
The next morning Izuku sent Katsuki a simple text to meet on the school rooftop for lunch. He figured this would give them enough privacy away from his eager friends for Izuku to hand over his homemade bento. After thinking about the best way to confess, Izuki decided that after all Katsuki had done for him, doing something nice in return like making him lunch would be a good way to share his feelings. Izuku was actually very excited as it took him multiple tries to finally perfect several food items he felt Katsuki would most definitely enjoy.
Upon hearing the creak of a metal door, Izuku felt himself jolt in both excitement and nervousness. Surely Katsuki deciding to show up after running away was a good sign?
Gathering his courage, Izuku waved for Katsuki to sit next to him by the railing, as his other free hand gripped the bento box for reassurance. Katsuki walked over before planting himself beside Izuku as he tossed his schoolbag to the side.
“Alright nerd, I’m assumin’ you called me here cause you got something to say.”
“Oh…well no…actually well you’re not wrong either, but also! No! I just, um, h-here!” Deciding to keep himself from embarrassing himself further, Izuku hurriedly shoved the bento box into Katsuki’s hands.
Katsuki held the box, seemingly caught off guard, before fiddling with the knot, pulling the pieces of fabric apart to reveal a dark red bento box. Izuku began to explain the dishes as the other moved to unseal the box.
“I…well…I made a bento!...for you! I mean obviously since I clearly just handed it to you. I figured since bentos usually have a rice base you would like a chili oil fried rice with egg. I wanted to add more meats and veggies so you get the right balance of fiber content and protein for training, so I also added a spicy cucumber salad drizzled in sesame oil with my own version of high protein hong kong curry fish balls! The curry fish balls are technically a street food but the taste seemed really up your alley so I figured I would try to make them bento friendly!” Izuku did not realize how long he had been rambling until he felt himself take a deep inhale in, wiping away at the nervous sweat he seemed to have broken into as he watched Katsuki silently stare at the contents of the bento. Izuku gathered his courage as he hesitantly asked “...is it…do you like it?”
Katsuki grabbed one of the chopsticks attached to the side of the box and gently picked up a cucumber, stuffing it into his mouth to taste the meal, before quickly shoving a curry fish ball down as well.
“It’s not bad.” Katsuki finally noted after tasting the fried rice.
Izuku felt himself beam with pride, he knew that that was Katsuki speak for “this is fucking delicious you damn nerd.”
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Katsuki was determined to be the best that there ever fucking was. He had an excellent track record to show for it too. Top performance in the U.A. entrance exam, winning the first year sports festival, known by his peers as one of the strongest heroes in training for first years, and has beaten the asses of so many stupid villains that frankly, not a lot of challenges worried him.
And yet, Katsuki felt himself losing his god damn mind with each passing second on the roof. See, on any other given day Katsuki would be ecstatic at the bento he was given. The school cafeteria food was never spicy enough to satisfy his taste buds, and students were not permitted to leave the campus whenever they wanted to for their own safety, so making his own meals regularly was out of the question. Thus, a whole bento box filled to the brim with various spicy dishes that the cafeteria didn’t normally offer should have been a dream come true.
Key word: should
Because Katsuki was forcibly consuming Izuku’s bento box, which actually tasted really well, but was destroying his already wrecked digestive system. Every bite that Katsuki took from the bento, he felt the urge to run off to the bathroom (either to shit his brains out or vomit out his guts) incrementally increase, nearing an unbearable threshold.
Still, Katsuki was channeling all his willpower to continue eating the bento because he had already blown Izuku off yesterday, giving him the totally wrong idea. He knew that refusing to eat the other’s homemade meal would surely give off the worst impression.
Now, could he have just communicated that he was suffering a bout of potential food poisoning and couldn’t stomach spicy food at the time? No, no he actually couldn’t have, because the idea of being bested by some stupid germs his body hadn’t yet killed off pissed him off even more.
Or at least, that was his initial stubborn logic, not accounting for the fact that Izuku would probably notice him look increasingly sick while eating.
“Kacchan…I actually wanted to talk to you about something…something important.”
“...Yeah?” Katsuki managed to say, trying his best to ignore a wave of nausea that he felt tickling at the back of his throat.
“Yeah…I…I feel like now that things have calmed down a lot. I’ve finally found the time to repay you for all you’ve done for me.”
“You don’t owe me shit…” Katsuki croaked, feeling sicker by the second.
“No I do.” Izuku said resolutely, looking down at his bento box sitting in his lap as he gathered his thoughts. “I really don’ t know what I would have done without you on the battlefield, supporting me every step of the way. You’ve always been there for me, through the thick and thin, and to be honest I…” Izuku looked up at his childhood friend, meaning to look him in the eye as he said his next words, only to be startled by how pale Katsuki seemed. “K-Kachan?? Are you okay? You look sick….”
Maybe it was the beaming hot afternoon sun that was gradually warming him up, worsening his nausea. Maybe it was the repeated exposure to a variety of spices that was sending his sensitive stomach into overload. Or maybe, his body was like “alright, my asshole has had enough and it needs a break from this digestive nonsense.” Whatever it was, Katsuki felt his eyes water as he started to dry heave.
Izuku went from looking concerned to downright alarmed as he leaned forward, reaching out to Katsuki “Kacchan!? What’s wrong? What do you need?”
A million thoughts rushed through Katsuki’s head. He thought about how he should probably tell Izuku that Dunce Face caused his food poisoning and none of this was Izuku’s fault. He should most definitely tell Izuku that his lunch was fucking delicious, that he can’t help but wish that Izuku should make him lunch another time, and that he wants to continue to share these warm afternoons with just him on the roof while sharing a homemade meal.
However, Katsuki’s stomach decided to aggressively remind him that shitting himself in front of his childhood friend after they went through the trouble of making them a homemade bento was an even worse outcome. So instead, Katsuki pushed Izuku aside and practically tumbled down the stairway back to the 4th floor so he could make it to the nearest toilet, trying to ignore the fact that he was most definitely giving Izuku the wrong idea (again).
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Izuku decided to productively spend the rest of his Thursday night faceplanting into his bed and ignoring the never ending cellphone pings from his nightstand. However, once Izuku heard his dorm room slam open and found a familiar set of brown eyes dragging him out of bed, he knew his sulking time was over.
Ochako gently planted herself down in the desk chair across from Izuku’s bed before tossing a plastic bag into his lap.
“You missed dinner today, and I figured you wouldn’t want to miss today’s special.” She explained gently, using her legs to scoot the desk chair closer to him.
Instead of saying anything else, Ochako patiently waited for Izuku to gather his bearings as he pulled the take out box from the bag, gently uncovering the meal and finding a serving of katsudon staring back at him.
Izuku placed the take out box on his nightstand as he shifted himself, swinging his legs out from under the blankets to hang over the edge of the bed. “Thank you Ochako,” Izuku replied, giving the most appreciative smile he could muster. After mulling over what to say, Izuku finally just explained everything that had happened in the last 24 hours, and how Katsuki’s actions led him to believe his childhood friend was purposely avoiding him because he knew Izuku wanted to confess, but did not return his feelings.
Ochako listened to Izuku carefully, leaning back into the desk chair as she looked thoughtfully up at the dorm ceiling before saying “I think you should try again.”
Izuku merely plopped back down against his mattress, groaning in frustration. “He hated my homemade lunch so much he was scrambling to get away from me. Kacchan is never going to want to see me ever again.”
“…that bad?”
Izuku nodded. “I only stopped confessing cause he looked like he was going to be sick.”
Ochako winced before composing herself again “Well,” she thought to herself out loud “Bakugo might be emotionally…difficult…but it seems like at the very least he has always been straight forward and honest when it comes to rejecting your earnest feelings towards him.”
“...thanks Ochako-chan.”
“Which means,” the brown haired girl stands up, hovering over Izuku to emphasize her next set of words “if Bakugo hasn’t directly told you to buzz off, I wouldn’t count that as a rejection just yet. Now,” Ochako straightened herself and walked to the nightstand, grabbing the takeout box and handing it back to Izuku." Eat some dinner, get some rest, and get your man after resting and refueling tomorrow morning.”
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Deku
8:23 am
>>> Good morning Kacchan!
>>> Could we meet before class? I have something I want to say.
9:17 am
>>> Is everything okay?
9:45 am
>>> Hey Kacchan
>>>I know you got to class late today and probably didn’t get a chance to check your messages yet, but once you do can you meet me after class?
Once the bell rang, dismissing the class from homeroom, Izuku shot up from his seat and quickly made his way out of the classroom to wait for Katsuki. His childhood friend most definitely should have seen his text by now, and if he was blatantly ignoring his texts even after their morning class, then Izuku was prepared to wallow in misery for the next 3 to 5 business days and give up. Upon noticing the blonde, Izuku waved, hoping to catch the other’s attention. Katsuki seemed to consider pulling his hand out of his pocket, as if to wave back, before freezing and bolting for the nearby bathroom.
Izuku paused, staring at the once again empty hallway. After watching Katsuki make a run for it, Izuku turned around to head to the cafeteria. He took a total of 5 steps forward before, without thinking, turning around and deciding to chase his friend down in the boys bathroom.
“Kacchan!!”
Katsuki spun around, standing in the middle of the room between the urinals and the stalls to the toilets.
“The fuck? This couldn’t fucking wait?”
“I have something to tell you.” Izuku said resolutely.
Katsuki reached for the one of the stall handles “Too fucking bad I’m clearly busy.”
“Wait! Kacchan please!”
Slamming the stall door, Katsuki spun around before leveling a glare at the other “Alright, what, WHAT”
“Oh wait, you’re actually going to listen?” Izuku wondered in both confusion and awe out loud.
“Izuku, get the fuck on with it.”
“I, well, what I wanted to say was…actually this is kind of complicated and I really didn’t think this far ahead which wasn’t really a good idea of me but it is difficult to get out—“
“Okay you know what fuck you.” Katsuki grumbled, turning around again.
“Kacchan wait, stop—!”
“LET ME SHIT IN PEACE”
“YEAH WELL I LOVE YOU AND I CAN’T WAIT FOR YOU TO STOP AVOIDING ME.”
“…”
“...”
Before Katsuki had the chance to process what just happened, Izuku bolted out of the bathroom. Izuku was pretty sure steam was billowing out of his ears like a smoke machine because his ears felt like they were on fire from embarrassment.
Maybe that would not be so bad, Izuku could just combust and get his life over with.
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To say Katsuki was pissed would be an understatement.
You think he would be happy right? Overjoyed even. Midoriya Izuku was not only being open with him, but confessed that he had romantic feelings for him! Feelings that he reciprocated and admitted (begrudgingly) to Shitty Hair that he has.
Too bad he could not enjoy his sudden elation as Katsuki was still shitting his brains out.
“Shit first, confess later.” Katsuki thought to himself on the toilet.
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Instead of knocking like a normal person, Katsuki just walked up to the dorm room on the third floor with the all might name decal, took a step back, and slammed the bottom of his right foot onto the door to knock it down off its hinges.
Once the door hit the ground, Katsuki was greeted with the sight of an alarmed Izuku that sat upright in his bed, looking at him with both alarm, surprise, and probably some sense of apprehension at the sudden break in.
“We need to talk.” Katsuki huffed, shifting his stance slightly, and leaning his hand on the doorway frame as he waited for the new wave of dizziness to subside.
“...Can you just kill me instead” Izuku squeeked under his blankets.
“No, get the fuck up” Katsuki grumbled as he sat himself down on the All Might bed spread. He watched as Izuku's eyes darted between the space between Katsuki and himself.
“You're gonna take a seat next to me or what.” Katsuki asked as he scooted ever so slightly to the right to emphasize that Izuku could sit on his own god damn bed next to him.
“R-right..ah, thanks for stopping by Kacchan.” Izuku muttered nervously as he gently scooted from his position by the headboard next to the spot next to the blonde.
Grumble
Katsuki instinctively pressed against his stomach at the sound. He was still struggling to keep any food down and his stomach felt the need to make it known every waking moment that it hated Katsuki. Sucks for his stomach because right now he hates him too.
Izuku seemed to notice the rumbling and paused, looking at Katsuki, tilting his head slightly to the side as if to silently as if he was alright. Katsuki simply waved his hand dismissively, indicating for Izuku to continue talking.
“Kacchan…I’m sorry for earlier today…I didn’t mean to cause you so much trouble.”
“Yeah what the fuck Izuku, I just wanted to use the bathroom in peace.”
“I’m sorry! I just freaked out because…well…”
Katsuki watched the other kept chewing nervously on his bottom lip, a habit he hasn’t quite broken since childhood. He could practically feel the tension rolling off Izuku in waves like an upcoming storm, and felt himself tense seeing Izuku so nervous.
GRUMBLE
“Um…”
“It’s fine my stomach is just being difficult, just keep fucking talk--”
Katsuki’s stomach suddenly let out the loudest fucking groan known to man, like it was one giant sweat gland producing nitroglycerin and releasing a bomb from inside the blonde.
“A-ah…gomen Kacchan, I just realized its around dinner time and you’re probably hungry--"
“It’s not--”
“I’m probably acting as a nuisance, it’s inconsiderate of me to take up all your time and I know you’re not the best with feelings--
“Izuku--”
“I-I-I just, I already know that you’re trying to do better but you don’t have to force yourself to have these kinds of talks…”
“You bas--”
“I’ll just get out of your hair!” Izuku stammered in an unnaturally high pitch as he shot up from the bed and started to make his way to the door like this was not his bedroom.
“De-- Izuku for fucks sakes I’m not avoiding you because I’m annoyed with your feelings.” Katsuki spat out before sticking an accusatory finger in Izuku’s direction “I’m doing everything I fucking can to keep it together to be there for you because I see you’re caught up in your feelings but I can’t because my asshole is too busy getting destroyed!”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“Wait--”
“U-u-uh” Izuku sputtered out, turning more red by the minute as he waved his arms rapidly in front of him, as if trying to block Katsuki’s view of him while also creating a barrier to avoid looking at his friend in the eyes. “I-I’m not sure how I’m s-s-supposed to respond-- oh god…!”
“Hold the fuck on--”
“I-I mean i-it’s not any of my business as long as erm…you’re being…s-s-safe when doing it or…you know…but…w-w-wait so you were going off doing amoral things every time I wanted to talk!?!?!?”
“No-- wait the fuck you mean amoral!?”
“sorryIllgetoutofyourwaysoyoucangetbacktoit” Izuku stammered as he continued to cover his eyes with one arm while his left arm blindly grabbed at the door behind him, searching for a doorknob before eventually locking his fingers around it.
“FUCK, Izuku stop!” Katsuki let out, surging forward to grab the same hand locked around the doorknob, thrusting his body weight against the door to slam it shut again. Normally, Katsuki would stick his other hand out against the wall besides Izuku’s head to steady himself after throwing himself forward with so much sudden force. However, since his use of his right hand was still limited, Katsuki used his forearm instead, relying on his elbow to break his movement, and sending a sudden shock of pain up his arm. Unfortunately for the blonde, his attempt to stop himself from slamming into Izuku failed and the two were pressed up right against each other. Before embarrassment could even register in his mind, Katsuki watched as a glow of green light suddenly appeared beneath him as Izuku, in a panic, shoved Katsuku off him with the force of One for All, launching him into the back wall of his dorm room. Feeling the impact radiate throughout his back, Katsuki witnessed a blur of green run towards him and what sounded like muffled shouting of his name before slipping to the ground and watching his vision progressively darken.
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Katsuki realized that he was becoming more acquainted with the infirmary than he’d like, because as soon as he opened his eyes and stared at the white tiled ceiling with that distinct crack that ran from the left light to the corner of the room, Katsuki realized where he he was. As he turned his head to get his bearings and made eye contact with Izuku, who was sitting in a chair next to the bed, both their eyes widened in surprise. For Izuku, it was realizing Katsuki was awake, for Katsuki, it was remembering what had happened before he blacked out. Upon remembrance, Katsuki set up with a jolt, prompting Izuku to jump out of his chair.
“K-Kacchan! Take it eas--”
“Are you homophobic?”
Izuku’s head whipped up so quickly Katsuki was partially surprised the nerd’s head didn’t go flying off his shoulders.
“AM I WHAT” the green haired boy screeched.
“ANSWER THE QUESTION”
“No! Kacchan wh-- no!” Izuku sputtered while rapidly waving his hands out in front of him, as if he could physically wave away the redness in his cheeks. “I don’t e-even know where you g-got that impression!” the green haired boy shouted.
“The fuck? You were the one that implied anal was amoral--”
“I-I’m mean you burst into my room in the middle of the night while I was in bed and you brought up anal intercour--”
“WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME OUT TO BE A PERVERTED CREEP”
“…Cause you are?”
Katsuki quickly grabbed the collar of Izuku’s uniform while swinging his legs off the bed into a standing position and used every bit of energy someone who just regained consciousness could muster and released a medium side explosion, launching Izuku into the wall behind him.
“Now we’re even you bastard.” Katsuki huffed, plopping himself back down on the bed in exhaustion.
Izuku groaned as he rubbed the back of his head, gathering his bearings as he looked up at Katsuki “Guess I deserved that.”
The doors to the infirmary swung upon, revealing an startled Recovery Girl whose expression morphed into annoyance upon assessing the damaged wall behind Izuku.
“Honestly! You boys are nothing but trouble!” She shouted as she hobbled over, angrily waving her syringe-cane before prompting swinging it against Katsuki’s head.
“Get off me you old hag!” Katsuki shouted, receiving a smack straight in the face before Recovery Girl moved to Izuku on the floor, planting a kiss to his face to heal any injuries that resulted from Katsuki’s throw before giving Izuku his own set of disciplinary whacks to the head.
“I don’t know how Aizawa-sensei puts up with you both. He always warned me you two were nothing but trouble but my my, I didn’t expect his assessment to be so accurate.” Recovery Girl huffed as she moved over to the computer next to Katsuki’s bed. “Bakugo you’ll be fine, Midoriya brought you to me just in case, from what I understand there was a quirk accident?”
Katsuki let out a sound that was somewhat between a huff and a scoff. “Yeah, something like that.”
Recovery Girl arched a skeptical eyebrow, but decided to not comment on the vague answer. Katsuki’s guess was that since his injuries weren’t anything serious the cause didn’t matter as much. She continued to make a note in her chart, hitting a few keys at the speed of light before turning back to the blonde. “Well, I don’t see the need to keep you for the night since your injuries seemed to have healed and you’re cognizant of your surroundings. But, I want you to finish this drip before leaving, you’re more dehydrated than I would like. Have you been hydrating properly?”
“I was poisoned by a class dinner a few days ago and haven’t stopped shitting since.” Katsuki deadpanned.
“Hmm” Recovery Girl seemed to smirk to herself as she considered his symptoms. “I’m also prescribing you some antibiotics for your food poisoning. My quirk tells me that its caused by an e coli infection so some ciprofloxacin should help with that.”
“Whatever…thanks” Katsuki let out begrudgingly while shooting Izuku a glare, who was in the process of standing up, pausing upon realizing what Katsuki’s exact phrasing meant earlier. Recovery Girl sighed, but nodded in acknowledgement of Katsuki’s begrudging compliance and shuffled out of the infirmary to probably take care of another injured student.
Katsuki leaned back against the pillow behind him as he waited for the IV drip to finish and watched Izuku tentatively walk closer to his bed before planting himself down in the chair nearby. He watched as Izuku fidgeted in his seat, either from embarrassment or concern, probably both.
“I’m…glad you’re okay Kacchan…” Izuku let out, looking up.
Katsuki was many things, but patient definitely wasn’t one of them. The small talk just seemed to piss him off even more than he already was. He was sick of everything. Sick of shitting himself senseless and sick of the miscommunication between the two of them over something so stupid. He was Bakugo Fucking Katsuki for fucks sakes. Since when was shitty cooking enough to stop him when the stupid evil senile bastard wasn’t even enough to take him down?
“Oh my god.” Katsuki looked down at Izuku who started to speak while his face was still buried in his hands “I’m sorry for assuming you were homophobic, it was wrong of me to assume you were being discrimin--”
“Izuku.”
“Huh?”
“It’s fine, that’s not important, I just don’t give a damn. Tell me what you meant earlier. That’s all I wanted to know.”
“...”
“...well?”
“Why?”
Katsuki’s eyes widened in surprise before his features morphed into a scowl “Why? What do you think, dumbass.”
“Because you…” Izuku paused, pursing his lips, as if the next few words that were about to slip out felt too foreign to formulate, which for some reason pissed Katsuki off even more. Katsuki just glared back at Izuku, hoping it conveyed his annoyance but also his desire for the dumbass to just figure it out.
“…because…you care about me.” Izuku finished with a little more conviction, a firm look in his eyes.
“You’re damn right I do you fucking idiot!” Katsuki practically shouted, leading Izuku to jolt in surprise.
“I-I mean…you ran away from me when you met with me on the track…” Izuku attempted to reason out loud.
“Yeah because Dunce Face poisoned me..” Katsuki drawled.
“And in the locker rooms…” Izuku meekly let out.
“Had to take another shit again.” Katsuki explained.
“And you ran away when I entered the student lounge…”
“Again, was taking a shit….”
“And then after lunch--”
“I WAS SHITTING AGAIN ALRIGHT, FUCK YOU” Katsuki let out, pausing briefly while running a hand through his hair, practically yanking at the roots as he continued to seethe. Izuku’s eyes widened in surprise at the outburst as his jaw snapped shut, letting the other continue.
“I’ve been shitting my brains out all week because stupid Dunce Face had found a way to contaminate my food with e coli through a cooked meal, which I don’t even understand how that’s possible, but despite constantly throwing up every meal I eat and spending my nights sleeping on the bathroom floor I drag my tired ass to your side to be there for you and you have the fucking audacity to realize I care about you only after I punched you in the face.” Katsuki paused to take a deep breath before continuing to rant. “God I’m so pissed, if I knew throwing your sorry ass was enough to get that point across I would have just done that from the very beginning because you’re the biggest dumbass I could have fallen in love with.” He exclaimed further, jabbing an accusatory finger into Izuku’s chest to emphasize every syllable rolling off his tongue.
Katsuki simply leaned back against his pillow while continuing to stare at Izuku. The other stopped fidgeting to make eye contact with Katsuki. There was an unspoken understanding between the two of what was happening all week.
Suddenly, the two were laughing like it would kill them both to stop. The idea of what happened between the two of them was so bizarre it was comical.
Eventually, as the two settled down, Izuku crawled onto the infirmary bed and made himself comfortable in the crook of Katsuki’s arm, his free hand tracing gentle patterns on Katsuki’s chest. Katsuki wrapped his good arm around the other, running his hand through Izuku’s green curls as the two took another minute to allow the fits of laughter to subside.
“Can’t believe you tried to stop me from using the toilet just so you could confess first.” Katsuki mused out loud, mostly thinking and talking at the same time, but nonetheless embarrassing the other.
“Kacchan!!” Izuku whined “Don’t be mean! I was really pushing myself to be open with you” He grumbled, his lips forming into a pout “and…”
Izuku composed himself, thinking more seriously about his next reply, to which Katsuki straightened himself a bit, giving the other his full attention.
“Confessing made me feel guilty about being happy. I’ve been thinking a lot about how many people we know and knew don’t get the same chance now. But…at the same time I knew I was too selfish to ever let you go Kacchan, so I had to tell you. I couldn’t…I couldn’t risk losing you.” Izuku admitted softly, as if what he was sharing was an illicit secret that if revealed, the rest of the world would shun him for.
Katsuki let out a huff: what a dumbass. Katsuki reached for Izuku’s hand on his chest, gripping it with all the reassurance he could muster in one gesture “Listen you little shit, I’m only going to say this once, so listen up. If those people who aren’t here with any of us saw you moping, they would beat your fucking ass. You think you’re the only one that fought with purpose? You think they can’t make their own decisions? God you’re a sentimental idiot, shouldering the emotional responsibility for other people again like a moron. If you learned anything since running off on your own, you’ll stop this self sacrificing sulking and just fucking kiss me already.”
Several expressions flitted across Izuku’s face in what looked like shock, wonder, amusement, and finally Katsuki’s favorite: hardened determination. Izuku sat up and gently turned to the other, leaning forward.
“I can see why girls would never get you Valentine's gifts.” Izuku teased, leaning in a bit closer.
“Shut the fuck up, you love me this way.” Katsuki jeered as he grabbed a fistful of the other’s shirt and met Izuku’s lips with his own.
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“Kacchan!” Izuku practically sang as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend like a koala as the other sorted the communal kitchen cupboards. “I just sent you my mom’s recipe for the chili oil fried rice, see!” Izuku exclaimed, as he waved his phone in Katsuki’s face to show he had forwarded his mother’s last text.
“Stop shoving your phone in my face ner-- wait…” Katsuki stopped, lowering his arms holding a new bag of flour as he glared at the phone screen in his face “WHY DID YOU PUT A POOP EMOJI NEXT TO MY CONTACT!?”
Slowly, Izuku let go of his boyfriend as he stepped back, danger sense tingling ever so slightly. “Haha…well…I mean that is kind of the start of us dating…”
“THAT’S-- nope, nope, Izuku give me your god damn phone right now.” Katsuki demanded, practically prowling towards Izuku with steadfast determination as the green haired boy zipped out of the kitchen at lightning speed, attempting to save his life.
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All Might wheeled his wheelchair into the shared faculty office to simply grab a file before noticing his two favorite students chasing each other around in the courtyard outside in a frenzy. He threw a quizzical look at his colleague rolled up comfortably in a sleeping bag on the ground, who simply rolled over to convey that he did not understand what Bakugo and Midoriya were doing, but that he was choosing to let it be.
Bonus Scene
Katsuki glared at Izuku’s drooling-nasty-squishy-chubby sleeping face and resisted the urge to just fucking take a big ass chomp of the other. Instead, Katsuki settled for wrapping his arm around his boyfriend’s waist to pull him closer to snuggle into. Izuku instinctively rolled over, cuddling further into his new found source of warmth, dozing off again just as quickly. Katsuki let out a huff of amusement, stupid cute nerd he thought to himself.
While trying to manage a bout of cuteness aggression, Katsuki heard a soft knock at the door. Initially, he thought about ignoring the other as this wasn’t his dorm room anyway, and he didn’t think it was a good idea to wake up Izuku. But the soft knocking continued and Katsuki eventually decided he was just going to answer the door so whoever the fuck it was would stop knocking.
Gently prying himself out of Izuku’s grasp, Katsuki slipped out from under the covers and made his way to the door, pulling the door open to reveal a glittery ass fuck.
“Bonjour mon ami” Aoyama quipped, waving his arms about in an extravagant fashion.
“Izuku’s asleep,” Katsuki explained.
“Actually, I was looking for you”
“What”
“Oui” Aoyama affirmed as he held out a sparklely indigo gift bag.
Katsuki pried open the bag and found a series of over the counter remedies like pepto bismol, peppermint pills, ginger candies, antacids, probiotics, and chamomile tea bags.
“For your digestive woes, mon cheri”
Katsuki could feel a wave of embarrassment and annoyance rise in his chest “How did you--”
“I too am a victim of frequent diarrhée…and happened to be outside the bathroom when Midoriya declared his amor--”
Katsuki grabbed the edge of the door and immediately shut it in disco ball’s face before he had the chance to repeat that entire embarrassing experience.
Katsuki placed the bag on Izuku’s desk, turning to roll back into bed with his boyfriend before pausing, grabbing the pink bottle of pepto bismol and downing it before going to sleep.
A few days later, Aoyama woke up to a small bag of cheese hanging on his bedroom doorknob, which he happily accepted as a sign of thanks from his classmate.