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"I'm so excited!" Izuku practically screamed from his seat, buzzing with pure adrenaline.
"We know," Shoto said from the driver's seat, his hands at nine and three. "you haven't stopped talking about it since last week."
Izuku, who was sitting in the back seat, rammed his chest forward towards the front, his seat belt stopping him mid-motion, but he didn't care. "How can you blame me??" He grinned, looking over to Ochaco, who was sitting in the passenger's seat. "Uraraka, you know where I'm coming from, don't you?"
"...Sure." Ochaco said, an awkward smile lining her lips. "I mean, his music is good. I'm not... the biggest fan of his personality, but I like Espresso!"
"His personality is one of the best parts about him!" Izuku gushes, sighing dreamily. "He's so honest..."
"Abrasive," Shoto corrected, "and vulgar. Very aggressive, too."
"Izuku lets it slide because of the nightgowns, I think." Ochaco not-so-quietly whispered, making Izuku gasp in embarrassment.
"You're crazy," He said, his cheeks burning a soft pink. "and no one will ever believe you."
Shoto looked into his rearview mirror, his eyes making contact with Izuku's as he said, "I believe her."
Izuku, giving up rather easily, melts back into the seat behind him, his hands cradling his own freckled jaw. "Can you blame me?" He asked, grinning. "I mean... it's Katsuki Bakugou! Who doesn't have a crush on that guy?"
Before she could even answer, Izuku added on a "Besides you, Uraraka."
"I do not have a crush on him. I have not met him." Shoto said.
"But do you think he's cute?" Asked Izuku.
"Well, of course."
"Exactly my point!"
"What," Ochaco laughed, looking behind her shoulder to Izuku. "your point that a blond guy who dresses in sexy nightgowns and sings catchy pop songs is attractive to the majority?"
"Yes, and especially to me." Izuku smirked. "Oh, I hope he arrests me! I mean... I doubt it will happen – I'm pretty average looking. But imagine if it did!"
"I'm imagining it, alright." Ochaco mumbled, looking back to the road.
Shoto hummed in agreement, pondering the hypothetical over. "I hope for Bakugou's sake, he doesn't."
~ • ~ • ~
Okay, this was officially the best day of Izuku's life.
Here he was, with front seat tickets – getting nice seats are really easy when your friend's dad's absolutely loaded and trying to make up for being an ass – watching the hottest man alive, if not in all of history than definitely in Izuku's lifetime, singing and dancing like there's no tomorrow.
Izuku was doing the same thing, of course. Undoubtably less gorgeously, less effortlessly, and more squished than the blond on stage, but he was dancing, nonetheless. Izuku knew every song Katsuki had ever sang, even the really old ones from his early teens. He was a super fan, through and through. So, he was going to enjoy himself, damnit! No matter how embarrassing he was being!
Right now, Katsuki was singing his song Juno. A given, for his tour.
"You make me wanna make you fall in love,
"or late at night I'm thinking 'bout you, oh–!"
"Oh my gosh!" Izuku yelled into his friends' faces. (They both had grown accustomed since it happened the first time twenty minutes ago.) "He's gonna do the thing!!"
Katsuki flung his arms, one up, one down, snapping his fingers as he did so, singing, "Wanna try out some freaky positions!"
He walked to the bottom of the stage, close to Izuku, yet so far. Only about five feet were separating them as Katsuki laid on his front, his arms lifting him as he popped a leg to his side, his red microphone, of which matched his red lingerie, near his lips as he spoke. "Have you ever tried this one?"
He nearly went into the splits as the audience screamed, Izuku included. They nearly drowned out his note from how loud they cheered. Still, that voice carried through. "Oh, I– know you want my touch for life–!
"If you love me right then who knows? I might let you make me Juno; you know, I just might– let you lock me down tonight–!
"One of me is cute, but two though?"
Izuku gathered up all his breath, yelling out with the rest of the crowd as Katsuki screamed "I CAN'T GET PREGNANT!" before going back to the normal, fun beat.
This was a big issue when Katsuki had first released this song. Katsuki liked to go against the standard – he had different songs, much different than his Short n' Sweet era, of which he was in right then. He had death metal, rap, jazz, and even a solely instrumental drum album consisting of eight original pieces. He's said in interviews that he wanted to do everything – he wanted to be the best musician of all time, the number one, and that meant doing everything.
Every time Katsuki began a new era and style, he accumulated more and more followers. This time, when Katsuki had released this album... well, they clearly did not see the joke within his music taste, and a rumor started spreading that Katsuki Bakugou secretly has a uterus.
If you weren't online and you solely listened to his studio recorded albums... well, Izuku hope they all gave those individuals a fun surprise.
"Adore me," Katsuki sang, the platform rising as he sang. "hold me and explore me.
"Mark your territory," he sang, his left arm spreading out on the stage he sat upon. "Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one–."
Katsuki's eyes scanned the audience. His singing continued as those red eyes laid upon seemingly each and every audience member. It was impossible to do, but the burning passion in those eyes reached you, even if you were miles away. "Adore me, hold me and explore me,"
His eyes locked with Izuku's, that same burning desire. "I'm so fuckin' horny."
Well, shit. What in tarnation was that.
"Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one–."
The music picked up alongside Izuku's heartbeat. He really had to get a hold of himself – this was getting borderline parasocial.
Katsuki danced on the platform, kicking his limbs all about and making some very suggestive hip-thrusting moves as the music blasted through the speakers. Slowly but surely, the platform lowered down, Katsuki never stopping his extravagantness. When it reached the ground again, it was time for Katsuki to sing once more. "Oh, I–!
"know you want my touch for life–!
"If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me Juno; you know, I just might– let you lock me down tonight–! One of me is cute, but two though?
"Give it to me, baby!"
He moved backwards, singing as his background dancers did their given choreography. "You make me wanna make you fall in love!"
The cheers came immediately. Screams and whistles so loud, it'd make a deaf man wince. Once the applause finally calmed down, however, the real excitement began.
Katsuki and two dancers began walking to the front, the three laughing. It was quite the humorous sight – two women, giggling, and Katsuki, barking out sharp, unashamed laughs. "Ah, yeah." He said into the microphone. "That was a fuckin' doozy, wasn't it, Extras?"
The crowd shrilled, the fan name – as Katsuki's fans are so affectionately named, 'Extras' – only making them more excited than before.
"Now," he began, searching the audience. "there was someone here... they really looked like they'd fit perfectly in my..." he dragged it out before suddenly pulling a pair of light pink fuzzy handcuffs from behind his back. "brand new handcuffs."
The crowed only became more delighted, the pair of cuffs only provoking louder screams.
As Katsuki's eyes scanned the audience, they landed on Izuku's once more. But this time they didn't just glance over them... they waited, drawing him closer with that gaze alone.
Suddenly, Izuku saw his face on the big screen.
"You," Katsuki said, walking towards the end of the stage, his eyes never leaving those of green. "isn't he just so... hot?" He asked the ladies by him, to which they both nodded, fanning themselves with their feather boas wrapped around their shoulders.
Izuku couldn't quite believe that this was happening. He looked towards his friends, wondering if they could tell him if he was hallucinating or not. They seemed to be confused on whether they should be gasping, laughing, or wheezing.
"No, look at me, fanboy." Katsuki said, that voice calling Izuku's attention instantly. "Tell me... where are you from? You live 'round here?"
"Musutafu!" He answered, having to yell to get his voice heard.
Katsuki gasped, looking back and forth between the girls. "Oh, so close..." He remarked, whispering to the two of them for a moment before earning some supportive nods. Katsuki cleared his throat, taking a few steps closer. The toes of his boots were nearly off the stage as he bent down. Katsuki was so close, Izuku could see the stray strands of hair fluffing out from his signature soft spikes. "Would you... happen to be dating anyone? Please say no."
The audience laughed, and Izuku had to force himself to join along, less Katsuki see the sparkle in his eye. "Ah, no! I'm not, actually!"
"I find that hard to believe," Katsuki said, "are you sure you aren't just saying that, so I won't kill them? I'd fucking kill them, you know."
Izuku could feel the blush radiating off his face. Luckily, Katsuki didn't wait for him to respond before continuing. "Well, sir, I just must say... you are way too fucking hot for this performance. You're gonna make me have a heat stroke or some shit."
Izuku blushed, shaking his head. "That's not good!"
Katsuki barked out another laugh, followed by the rest of the audience. Izuku could just imagine the drive home already.
"No," Katsuki snickered, "that's not good. In fact... you've been very bad, haven't you, fanboy? And for that, you're being arrested... what's your name?"
"Izuku!" He grinned, "Izuku Midoriya!"
Katsuki nodded, dangling the handcuffs above Izuku's curly green head. "You're being arrested, Izuku Bakugou."
Izuku thinks the crowd screamed again. In all honesty, he was so flushed he could barely hear the blood rushing through his ears. It was as if only Katsuki existed now.
He raised his arms, making Katsuki smirk. The blond began cuffing Izuku, saying "You have the right to an attorney. Anything you say may and will be used in my fantasies tonight." as he did so. Izuku was mostly thinking about how Katsuki's fingers were brushing against his wrists.
Once Izuku was handcuffed, Katsuki stood up, shooting Izuku a wink. "Don't forget to say hi after the show, fanboy." He said before walking back to the women and continuing his act of being flustered and completely enthralled by the man he just arrested before starting a new song.
"This song's for you, Izuku!" He yelled before the intro the 15 Minutes began to play.
Izuku was, of course, completely shocked that he had heard his idol say his name two times that night. But he was also a bit... confused. Did... did the people he arrest usually get invited to see him after the show? Was that just part of the act? Or did Katsuki Bakugou really...
"Heh, look at Midoriya!" Ochaco grinned, poking his red cheek. "He's completely out of it!"
"I think it may be 'Bakugou' now, Uraraka." Shoto teased.
Izuku wasn't sure how much more he could take. He mindlessly turned to the stage, his starstruck eyes finding Katsuki only to find Katsuki looking straight at him.
He had to be schizophrenic or something, right?
~ • ~ • ~
After the show ended, Izuku was approached by a bodyguard and told his presence was requested backstage. Izuku was practically buzzing off the walls in excitement – of which, he was told to calm down from Ochaco and Shoto.
"You might actually have a chance here, Midoriya." Ochaco warned, "Try not to scare the guy off with your crazy energy."
Izuku blushed, pinching one of the girl's cheeks. "Shush!" He whispered, "His staff is right there! What if Bakugou hears what you said?"
"He'd probably think that you're reacting just like you did when he arrested you." Shoto added helpfully.
Izuku frowned, side eyeing the taller. "...I wasn't that bad, was I?"
"You responded to his flirting with 'that's not good.'"
"Shut up, Uraraka! He said he was going to have a heat stroke! That is arguably not good!!"
A bit later, the group was brought backstage. The bodyguard brought them to a room with an obnoxiously large yellow star on the door with the name 'BAKUGOU' painted on it in bold. "You can go in." The guard said before stepping out of the way.
The three went in, seeing Katsuki in his costume still with staff taking off his makeup. When the door opened, he looked to see who it was, grinning wide when he saw that cute, freckled face once again.
"Fanboy!" He exclaimed, "Happy to see you accepted my invitation. ...Who are the extras?"
"Bakugou," Izuku smiled nervously, bowing. "These are my friends – they came to the show with me. I-I didn't think you would mind if –"
"Nah, nah." He said, cutting him off. "It's fine. You nerds want a photo or something? An autograph? I'll even pay you, if it means I get to be with that guy." Katsuki said, pointing straight at Izuku.
Izuku stood there, stunned, but Shoto and Ochaco still had some center of gravity. "Oh," Ochaco said, "honestly, a free t-shirt and I'll let you do whatever you want with him." To Izuku's horror, Shoto nodded along.
"Yeah, a t-shirt would be cool." Shoto agreed.
Katsuki snorted out a laugh, grabbing his backpack and taking out a worn-down leather wallet from inside. He grabbed out a few twenties, offering them to the two. "This enough to buy me some alone time?"
"Am I being pimped out right now?" Izuku frowned, watching Ochaco not-so shamefully take the cash.
Katsuki laughed, standing up when his face was clean of the products. "Only if you want to be, Izuku."
After making sure that yes, Izuku was fine with being with Katsuki without his friends – of which Shoto and Ochaco were sure of, but it never hurts to double check – Katsuki was giving Izuku a tour of productions.
"This is where they lift that platform. During rehearsal, they made that shit go too fast and I nearly broke my damn nose."
"Oh, wow." Izuku said, looking at Katsuki's face. "Thank goodness you didn't. You have a very nice face. ...I-I mean, I'm sure it would be nice even with a broken nose. You could pull off any wound. Like in your cover for your album BLOODY, where you have a huge wound on your side! You still looked very nice then! In fact, I would even say–"
"Woah," Katsuki snickered, "calm down, fanboy. How much of a fan are you, anyways? Callin' out some real old shit there."
Izuku blushed a bit nervously, rubbing his arm awkwardly. "Ah, well," he said, embarrassed. " I've been a fan ever since you released Forever, but I kinda... know all of your songs."
Katsuki frowned, thinking. Izuku, worried at the expression, immediately bowed in apologies. "Ah, I'm sorry, Bakugou. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, it's just that I really like your music, and—"
"Nah, I ain't uncomfortable." Katsuki cleared, shutting that down immediately. "Just... thinking. I've never dated a fan before."
Izuku could swear this whole night had secretly been a fever-dream. "D-date?!" He squeaked, which made Katsuki smirk wider than Izuku thought possible.
"Hell yes." Katsuki said, "Have I not made my intentions clear, I-zu-ku?" He asked, putting emphasis on each syllable. "I want to date you, and at least give you my number. That alright with you, fanboy?"
"O-of course!" Izuku immediately replied, scrambling to get his phone. "I would be honored!!"
Katsuki snorted, putting his digits into Izuku's phone, "Don't be dumb." he said. "You're just about the hottest motherfucker I've ever seen, so if anything, I'm honored, got it?"
Izuku couldn't even think of words. He just stood there, dumbfounded as Katsuki passed his phone back to him. "And call me Katsuki, yeah?"
Izuku gave him a choppy, nervous nod. Laughing anxiously. "You know, Katsuki?" He said, "This kinda feels like those fanfictions where the parents sell their daughter to BTS."
Katsuki stared at him for a moment, his brows furrowed. "You're lucky I find nerds extremely attractive."