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UA’s future class 2-A were nothing if not battered and bruised. Nearly all of them had spent a reasonable amount of time in the hospital after the final battle against Shigaraki and All for One’s army. Now, they were all back in the dorms recovering as best they could. They were given several weeks off school (the bare minimum really) to relax, if they even could. During this time, classes would not advance to a higher grade. Meaning, for the time being, they were still UA’s class 1-A.
Katsuki Bakugo was sitting on the shorter couch of the Alliance Dorm’s common room. He was all the way to one side with his good arm propping up his head, elbow on the arm rest. His other arm was still in a brace. He’d finally been allowed to take off the cast and the sling was only needed if he was in too much pain. Though, knowing him, you could never make him admit to being in pain.
Mina Ashido sat next to him, her arms outstretched around Bakugo and Eijirou Kirishima’s shoulders. Kirishima looked thrilled for the contact. Bakugo, however, was not. He’d grown a lot more comfortable with his friends, sure, but he still struggled with physical contact. No matter how he felt, though, he’d no longer protest the love of his friends. Something about dying does that to you. The things you hate become trivial.
The room is filled with chatter. It’s not like before the war, but they were all returning to some sense of normalcy. Nobody dared to turn on the TV. Even now, the news was still running specials on the war. Bakugo had seen video of himself dying far too many times. What hurt him worse, though, was seeing Izuku Midoriya writhing on the ground in a pool of his own blood with no arms to be found. It genuinely upset his stomach every time. So, it was a now unspoken rule that the TV stayed OFF.
Speaking of Izuku, Bakugo caught himself staring at the boy with green hair. He was sitting with his (their) friends. Ochako Uraraka and Tenya Iida were sat on either side of him on the floor cushions by the table. Shoto Todoroki was sat in front of the adjacent side of the table. They were playing some kind of card game. Even though Mr. Aizawa had banned them from playing any more cards, he surely wouldn’t mind this considering Bakugo had no involvement.
Bakugo’s heart skipped a beat when he looked at Izuku. He couldn’t really explain why. Maybe it was because he knew his fears of the boy dying in the war could now fade away. Maybe it was because deep down, he’d always feel some guilt for the boy being quirkless again. Or maybe it was something else.
Everyone was involved in their own groups when the front door of the dorms flung open. The air was tepid but blowing as three people walked in: the big three. Mirio Togata, Tamaki Amajiki, and Neijire Hado. Kirishima jumped off the couch and ran to Tamaki, wrapping his arms around him.
“You look so much better!” he shouted, “Are you feeling okay?”
Mirio laughs as Tamaki said he’s fine, now exclaiming he wants to go home.
“What are you guys doing here?” someone asked.
Mirio brought out a bag from behind his back. The tops of two glass bottles can be seen. There also seems to be some snacks piled up inside. He brought the bags over to the table, spilling its contents across the wood. The glass bottles turn out to be alcohol. Golden boy Mirio Togata brought alcohol onto UA’s campus.
Iida immediately goes to shut down everyone’s curiosity and excitement, saying that they’ll get in trouble. Mirio said not to worry because all of the teachers are at a safety training today. He also said that he knows it’s not allowed, but everyone there deserved to relax a little.
After some slight hesitation from everyone else, Denki Kaminari, Hanta Sero, and Minoru Mineta waste no time fixing themselves a drink (because of course they do). They start to pass out some drinks to a few others. Eventually, everyone has a drink except Bakugo, Iida, and Momo Yaoyorozu. Even Todoroki has a drink, which is suprising to everyone. After one drink, someone suggests they play a game. Bakugo tries to not to audibly groan as he’s forced to engage with engage via Ashido’s strong pull on his arm. Some people pile on the couches and single seats while others crowd around the table while sat on the floor. The big three turn to leave but are persuaded by the others to stay for a few rounds of truth of dare. Tamaki seemingly hates the idea, but he stays because Mirio and Hado are.
Uraraka goes first, asking Kirishima which guy in 1-A has the best hair (besides him). He thinks for a moment before saying Todoroki, based on the color. For his turn, Kirishima dares Ashido to do an interpretative dance to heavy metal song. Surprisingly, she pulls it off fairly well. Nosy as she is, Mina asks Tamaki if he has a crush on anyone.
“I’d really rather not answer,” he says.
“Let’s just say,” Hado smirks, “there’s a reason he’s called Suneater.”
The whole room chokes back laughter. Mirio puts his arm around Tamaki who buries his face in his hands. They go around the room asking truths and making dares for a while before it’s Kaminari’s turn. He turns to Bakugo, who sighs, already knowing it’s about to piss him off.
“Miss Midnight, God rest her soul, said I should focus on saving the one person nearest to my heart instead of everyone as a whole,” he smirked, deviously, “Who is that for you?”
Jirou slaps him in the back of the head. Even Sero, Mina, and Kirishima jump him verbally.
“Seriously man?”
“We were making jokes until now.”
“Why are we talking about the war?”
“Are you insane?”
“Seriously, how much have you had to drink?”
“Have you fried your brain already?”
Everyone turns to Bakugo, who is sat with the most blank expression on his face. He feels his eyes sting with tears threatening to fall. He prays no one else can tell. He knows the answer, but he can’t just say Izu-
“Kacchan,” Izuku says, concern dripping in his voice, “You don’t have to answer that.”
“I know that, nerd,” he tries to half-laugh off the pain, “Kaminari is an idiot. Maybe Jirou’s leash on him isn’t tight enough.”
Everyone laughs, well not Kaminari. Bakugo looks down, but he can still feel Izuku’s eye glaring into the side of his head. Don’t make it obvious, Katsuki.
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A little while later, a few more drinks have been had. The big three left to get back to the dorms before curfew. Bakugo is still sat in the same place. Mina and Kirishima have both wandered into other groups to mingle. Bakugo stares off into the hallway, trying to stop thinking about the war and the fighting and the absolute carnage. He’s snapped out of his thoughts when the couch is weighed down beside him. He turns to see Izuku’s green hair falling into the eyes as he looks down, fidgeting with his shirt.
“Hey Kacchan,” he says, sheepishly.
“Hey nerd,” the blonde smiles.
“I’m really sorry about Kaminari,” the freckled boy says before he looks up, green eyes meeting red ones looking back at him, “I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it.”
“I know,” Bakugo sighs, “Don’t worry about me, Izuku. I’m okay, really.”
Izuku leans his head on Katsuki’s shoulder. There’s a slight pain radiating down his arm, but he doesn’t dare say anything. Izuku runs his fingers along the exposed skin on the blonde’s hand, tracing the newly formed scars. Oh, he’s tipsy, Katsuki thinks.
“Please don’t drink anymore, Izuku,” Katsuki says softly, “It hasn’t been that long since your surgery. You really shouldn’t have drank anything.”
“Wasn’t gonna,” Izuku mumbles, “God, you care so much about me Kacchan.”
More than you could ever know.
The once angry boy hopes no one can see the heat rising up his neck and into his face. Some of their classmates have wandered off to bed. A good many stay, though, and are chatting when Mina says she wants to play Kiss, Marry, Kill. Bakugo once again thinks the game is stupid, but there’s another part of his that’s a little curious who everyone picks. Everyone left downstairs gathers around again to start the game. Izuku raises up and moves to his previous spot on the floor. He clearly was being polite and giving Mina her seat back, but Katsuki hopes he won’t be so polite next time.
Sero asks Kaminari to KMK Yaoyorozu, Mina, and Jirou.
“I feel like I have to kill Yaomomo. Mina will kill me if I don’t save her and obviously I’ve gotta marry Jirou, right?” the human spark plug says.
Everyone chuckles or teases him for his answer. He then asks Mina to KMK Hawks, Endeavor, and Best Jeanist.
“Answer carefully,” Todorki comments, getting a giggle from the room.
“Oh, duh. Kiss Jeanist, Marry Hawks, and Kill Endeavor,” she states as though the answer is obvious. Todoroki drunkenly blows her a kiss from his seat, though it’s obvious he’s never done that before so he looks a little ridiculous. Mina laughs before scanning the room for the next victim. Her plotting eyes finally land on someone will most likely suffer the most depending on how they answer.
“Midoriya,” she speaks up, “Kiss, Marry, Kill: Iida, Todoroki, and … Bakugo.” The boy’s face turns bright red. There’s giggles heard throughout the room as all the nosy people lean forward in anticipation.
“Um…” Midoriya stutters, “I don’t really want to kill anybody. I want to be a hero, so I guess I shouldn’t kill people. Plus, Todoroki would hate to kiss anyone but- Forget I said anything. Oh god. Um…I guess I’ll…kiss Iida, maybe just spar with Todoroki…and marry Kacchan.”
Tsuya Asui and Uraraka are pushing the boy’s shoulders, teasing him. Mina is squealing with that girlish excitement she always has. Breaking the rules, she turns to Bakugo and asking him even when it’s no longer her turn.
“What about you, Bakubro?” she asks, grin basically reaching her ears, “Same question, just replace yourself with Midoriya.” The blonde stops for a moment to look to his friends for some reading on them. They’re all waiting in agonizing anticipation to hear him answer.
“The other two are just extras,” he tries to sound as nonchalant as he can, “I’m choosing the nerd for all of them.”
Mina pokes his shoulder while the boys are slapping him on the back. He’s trying so desperately to hold back from yelling at them. Funny enough, the only reason he doesn’t is Izuku. As of recent, he does everything he can to make him feel safe. Yelling at something so trivial might interfere with that. He looks up only briefly to see that the greenette’s face has somehow become even more red.
“Okay, can someone else please go?”
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The common room is mostly cleared out besides Bakugo, Ashido, Kirishima, Kaminari, Jirou, and Sero. Sero and Kirishima are huddled in front of the TV playing GTA 6. The game is so vintage and they can only play it on the old PS5. The two boys playing are going around messing with NPCs, laughing and pretending the voice the characters. Kaminari is sitting cross legged beside them with Jirou sitting in his lap, his arms around her waist. Mina is sitting next to Kirishima with her head on his shoulder. Bakugo still hasn’t moved. Though, he’s now debating it as his stomach growls in need of food. There’s snacks laid out on the table still, but he wouldn’t dare ruin his diet, R&R be damned. Gathering his strength, he stands and drags himself to the kitchen.
“Anyone need anything?” he calls to his friends as he exits. Mina just asks for a sports drink. No one else wants anything. He can live with that. The kitchen is dimly lit. He decides what he really wants is a protein bar. It’s the most healthy but still delicious snack he can think of. His eyes are struggling to adjust, so he turns on the light to find what he needs. His already damaged heart genuinely stops for a brief moment when he sees Izuku sat on the floor with his back to the cabinets. It actually startled them both as neither expected to see the other.
“Izuku,” Katsuki asked, voice low, “what are you doing?” That’s when the Bakugo noticed what he had been blind to earlier. The other boy had tears in his eyes. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d seen him cry, but everything was different now. Seeing the tears filling his eyes made his heart break in a way it hadn’t already. Without much thought, Katsuki grabbed Izuku’s hand from where they were holding his knees and pulled him up to stand against him. He would have sat down beside him, but getting up and down using his bad arm was definitely going against doctor’s orders. Not that that meant much to him, but there was also something poetic about bringing him to his level.
Katsuki immediately wraps his arm around Izuku’s shoulder and pulls him into his chest as tight as he can. He knows he wouldn’t do this for anyone, but when it came to that nerd, his body moves before he can think not to. He’s known him long enough to know that putting physical pressure on the boy can soothe his anxiety. So, that’s what he does. He spreads his body weight as best he can to evenly hold pressure to Izuku. Izuku’s arm eventually reach under Katsuki’s arms and hold weakly onto his shirt, crying into his shoulder.
“Zuku, what is it?” he asked, throwing out a nickname he knew he’d beat himself up for later.
“I couldn’t sleep,” he sniffles, “Even the brief mentions of the war made it impossible to think about anything else.”
Damn Kaminari, he thought.
“Well, why are you in here in the dark?” Bakugo asked.
“I was gonna go to you, but you weren’t alone,” he admits, “so I just sat in here. At least I was close enough to hear you.”
Katsuki was genuinely taken aback. Did that nerd seriously think he’d be mad about Izuku interrupting them? He wouldn’t be mad at all. Wait. Izuku wanted him when he was upset? Why?
“Why didn’t you just come get me, idiot?” he smiled in an effort to comfort the boy, “Nobody would have minded.” I wouldn’t have minded, he thought.
“I know,” he stammered, “just, I don’t know. I feel bad sometimes asking you for anything.”
“Why?” he asked.
Because you literally died for me, Izuku thought, How can I ever ask for anything else when I can never pay you back for that one act of kindness? Instead of saying what he’s thinking he just shrugs. Katsuki wants to just wrap him up and never let him go. He’s hoping his touch is enough to say that he’s not a burden. They stand in each other’s arm for what feels like forever but is probably only a minute or two.
When Izuku starts to pull away, Katsuki lets him, not wanting to seem too clingy. His brain doesn’t have time to think before a pair of lips land on his own. His childhood best friend is kissing him. His knee jerk reaction is to push him away, which he follows through with. They both stare at each other, an arm’s length apart now, with shocked expressions. Izuku’s face changes to show embarrassment, the tips of his ears turning bright red.
“Oh my god!” he half shouts, “Kacchan I’m so sorry. That was stupid. Obviously you wouldn’t want me to do that. I don’t why I-“
“Stop,” Katsuki’s tone is sharp yet sincere, “You’re overthinking again, idiot. Of course I want to kiss you, just not like this.”
“Not like what?”
“You were just sobbing in my arms and I know why. Don’t you dare think for a second I don’t know you. You couldn’t sleep because you had a nightmare about me. I caused that. Not to mention, you’ve been drinking. I’m not gonna give myself to you like I want to if you’re gonna wake up tomorrow and regret it.”
He hasn’t noticed the distance between them has grown shorter. Izuku’s hands land on Katsuki’s chest, pleading in a way. His right hand drifts to his heart, still scarred from the fight.
“Now who’s overthinking?” Izuku smirks, “And let me be clear I’m completely sober. What little I drank faded with the little sleep I was able to get. Katsuki, I am asking you to just kiss me.”
The use of his first name sends a twinge of painful joy through his injured chest. Looking down at the green-eyed beauty in front of him, he wonders how he could ever say no. Simple answer: he can’t.
Before he knew it, his good hand held the back of Izuku’s neck, pulling him towards himself. The kiss was instant and intense. Izuku throws his arms around the other boy’s shoulders, running his fingers through the locks of blonde hair on his head. They’d both secretly longed for this for so long they thought it might kill them. One night of party games made their yearning so intense it boiled over. There was no way to contain what they’d brought to light.
Doctor’s orders be damned, Katsuki puts both arms under Izuku’s legs, pulling him up into his arms before sitting him on the counter. Izuku grabbed two handfuls of Katsuki’s shirt and pulled him as close as physically possible. He wished he could just be inside his skin. Their chests heaved against each others, matching scars burning hotter than ever. Their kiss is deepened when Katsuki’s tongue fights for entrance into Izuku’s mouth, exploring a new land. His advance is reciprocated with no pressure. He’d folded faster than he could move with full cowling. This was everything they’d ever wanted from each other.
Izuku began sighing so incredibly loud from the pleasure he awoke just from kissing. Katsuki enjoyed it at first before finally having to pull away.
“You’ve got to be quiet, nerd,” Katsuki smirked, clearly proud of himself, “They’re gonna hear us.”
“So, what?”
Oh, that was hot. Katsuki couldn’t help himself. He slammed his lips back into Izuku’s as he felt scarred hands desperately pulling at the bottom of his shirt. “Please…” he heard faintly.
“Oh, you want me to take my shirt off?” Katsuki teased.
“Mmhmm…” Izuku begged.
“Holy shit!”
They both jump suddenly and turn to see Mina standing in the door. They’d been caught. There was no running away now. Bakugo leapt towards her, grabbing her arm and pulling her further into the kitchen.
“Pinky, I swear,” Bakugo’s previously soft tone was gone, “Not. A. Word.” He then realized how this could seem. He wasn’t embarrassed to like Izuku, but this was theirs. Everyone else didn’t need to know every detail. At least not until they’d actually talked about it. He even said so to make sure everyone present was aware he was far from embarrassed about how he felt. He backed into Izuku grasp and pulled the boy’s arms from behind him to be around his shoulders. His back was suddenly cold. Damn, he thought, how is this nerd so cold? He’d have to fix that later.
Mina seriously looked like she was about to pass out. For a second, Izuku worried she might actually do that. Katsuki knew better.
“Pinky,” he pleaded, “Let us figure everything out and then you can tell whoever you want.”
“Okay fine,” she said, “Just get me my damn drink and try not to be so loud, Midoriya.”
Izuku hid his reddening face. Bakugo grabbed a drink from the fridge and threw it to Mina as she retreated back to the living room. Once she was gone, Katsuki turned to face Izuku, putting both arms on the counter of either side of him and laying his head on the boy’s chest. Izuku moved his hands into the blonde’s hair before eventually cupping both sides of his face, pulling it to meet his own. Little explosions emerged from his hands as he became flustered. Great, so there’s no way of hiding that, he thought. Midoriya laughed a little before kissing the other’s forehead.
“Do you wanna go to my room?” he asked. Katsuki wasted no time pulling him off the counter, taking his hand, and guiding them back to the dorm rooms. The hand he was dragging began to feel weightless. Confused, he turned around to find Izuku floating in the air. Seventh, the greenette thought, you’re betraying me here. Katsuki laughed as he realized he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t hide their feelings. He pulled the boy back down to Earth as they continued to make their way to the fanboy’s room.
After a slight trek, they arrived at his door, taking no time to acknowledge the outside of it. Katsuki threw open the door, slamming it shut once they were both inside. He pulled Izuku into him and they back up slowly towards the bed, never parting from each other’s lips. Suddenly, though, he was pushed onto the bed by Izuku’s frankly bigger-than-his-own hands. He was taken aback by the urgency in the shove. He immediately obeyed the unspoken order as he backed up to the headboard. Izuku’s smaller frame crawled onto the bed, making his way to the blonde on all fours. Katsuki’s heart flutters and it doesn’t concern him the slightest like it normally would. This was the kind of flutter that’s to be expected when his dreams were coming true.
“Shirt. off. now.” Izuku said, no, demanded with hungry eyes. Katsuki obeyed instantly. They lean in towards each other before the one on top suddenly stops, staring straight ahead at his chest. Shit, Katsuki thought, bad idea. Izuku’s eyes are glassy with tears, that much is obvious even in the dim room.
Katsuki shushes his cries as he grabs his arms, pulling him down onto his bare chest. His scar is now wet his tears. He can’t find the energy to care all that much. He wraps his bad arm around Izuku’s torso and runs the other through his soft green curls. The tears don’t stop even now.
“Hey, hey,” he cooes, “Zuku, please stop crying.”
“I haven’t seen your scar fully,” he cries, “Kacchan, it looks so painful. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not!” he tried to make the situation lighter, “It’s just a scar. I’m okay.”
“Your heart stopped, though. You died.”
“Izuku, I’m not dead. Here, listen,” he gently pulls his head to lay over his heart, “It’s still beating. I’m alive. I’m never gonna expect you to make it up to me. I chose to sacrifice myself for you. And I know you don’t wanna hear this, but I’d do it again. I’m never gonna let anyone or anything hurt you, including me. Okay?”
There’s a long pause before he mutters, “okay.” They both lay still for a while, only feeling movement as Katsuki plays with Izuku’s hair and their chests move up and down each other. The air is heavy at first but eventually is more bearable. The silence becomes comfortable.
Izuku’s breathing calms and his cries are barely heard. Katsuki is almost sure he’s fallen asleep. He’s now unsure whether or not to move.
“Hey Kacchan,” a very much awake Izuku says, “Wanna play truth or dare?”
Any tension breaks then and there as Katsuki laughs, rubbing his eyes with one hand.
“Sure, nerd.”
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“I thought you liked Pink Cheeks.”
“What? I don’t know. Maybe I did at first, but it was always you. Also, I think she likes girls.”
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“What about that girl you dated in middle school, Kacchan?”
“Oh we barely dated. Quite honestly, I never really liked her. She was nice, but I don’t think I’ve ever actually liked a girl.”
“Really? I think I have.”
“Well maybe you have, nerd, but looks like I won out.”
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“Wait, so Icyhot likes tape arms?”
“Yes, but oh my god, Kacchan, you can’t tell anyone. I was sworn to secrecy.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t.”
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“Please do the impression of your dad, Kats. It’s so funny.”
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“Did you mean it when you said you’d marry me? Or was that the game?”
“I’d marry you with paper rings, Kacchan. Did you mean it when you picked all 3 for me?”
“I did. Except for the killing, probably.”
They both laughed wildly.
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“What was is it like?” Izuku asked, more serious than before. Katsuki figured he knew what was implied by the question, but he wanted clarification.
“What was what like?” he asked.
“Dying.”
The heaviness had returned. He didn’t mind talking about this. He and his friends had already discussed it at length, but he didn’t want to upset the nerd any further. He said they didn’t have to talk about this, but Izuku insisted. He needed to know, though he didn’t know why. Katsuki sighed deeply before starting:
“It was scary. That seems obvious, but my lip was quivering as I approached Shigaraki. I can contain my fear, but he saw right through me. I didn’t care, though. I was running on adrenaline. I knew that battle was yours and I was gonna do everything I could to make sure you could win, even if I wouldn’t be there to see it. The moment my heart stopped, it hurt. Like seriously worse than anything I’d ever felt. For a brief moment, I heard them shouting for me. I knew denim-head was on his way to me, but I couldn’t hold on. I let go, intentionally. At first I saw All Might and I’d hoped I’d make him proud. I’d hoped I’d done everything I could for you. And then, you were there. Not actually you, but I could feel you. You laid down next to me and held my hand. I apologized to you and you said there was no need, that we were already even. I cried and you told me to keep fighting, but I was already gone. Then, I wasn’t. It’s like my body had to get to you. My quirk awakened wilder than before and I was revived. Jeanist tried to get me to the medics, but I could feel you. I jumped without hesitation. I’d do it again.”
Katsuki half-expected to feel more tears on his chest, but none fell. Instead, he looked up to see Izuku’s green eyes filled with pure love staring back at him. Ever so gently, his scarred hands cupped Katsuki’s face as he tenderly kissed his forehead. This time, Katsuki was the one crying. Izuku didn’t know what to do, so he just snuggled into the taller of the two’s side and rubbed circles on his hip with the side of his thumb.
“Final question,” Katsuki said, blinking back the last of his tears, “what are we?”
There’s a moment of silence before Izuku says what he thought was obvious, there’s no way they could ever just be friends again. Boyfriends? Was that the word for it? They both liked that answer. They both agreed to take things slow. They were still recovering after all. Their wounds were still fresh. That being said, they didn’t want to a secret. Katsuki was true to his word that he would never let this boy he loved ever feel like he was embarrassed of him. Some things about their relationship would be private, but that would never equal secret.
“You’re not mad we didn’t anything other than kissing?” the green haired boy asked.
“Zuku,” his voice was so soft, “We never have to do anything if you don’t want that. To be near you for the rest of our lives is enough.”
“The rest of our lives?”
“Yes, idiot.”
“Okay. I do still wanna have sex. Just maybe not right now?”
“Yeah, me too. Let’s heal up first though, deal?”
“Deal.”
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Bakugo was sitting in his usual spot on the couch. Mina was once again beside him, gossiping about the new first years. Apparently they were all super huge fans of their class, like they were pro-heroes or something. It was bizarre for sure.
“Your arm feeling okay without your brace?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he smiled, “No pain whatsoever. I’m not lying either, so don’t assume that.”
Mina held her hands up in disbelief. Bakugo punched her lightly with his once-bad hand. He was still going through physical therapy, so he knew it still wasn’t that strong. Mina, though, acted like she was badly injured afterwards, making them both laugh.
Suddenly, the door opened as a group of their classmates walk in. Kirishima and Sero were laughing and pushing each other around. Kaminari and Jirou were right behind them, arms interlinked. Tsu and Uraraka were chatting, teasing Iida, from the looks of it. Todoroki and Midoriya were the last to enter, probably strategizing about something. They were always doing things like that. Bakugo’s gaze softened as his admired the green hair falling across the boy’s face. Finally, Izuku noticed his boyfriend staring and immediately lit up, rushing over to the couch to greet him.
“Whoops, better go,” Mina stood, “Gotta make room for your man.” He lightly shoved her as she ran over to their friends. Her empty space was immediately replaced by Izuku, who plopped down with such enthusiasm. Katsuki threw his now-okay arm around his boyfriend’s shoulder, pulling him in close. Izuku puts his feet on the couch to his side and leans into his love’s side, putting nearly all his weight on him.
“Have a good time, Zu?” Katsuki smiles.
“Yeah it was so fun! Eri joined us today since Mirio was watching her and she loved watching us train,” he rambles, “WAIT! Your arm! There’s no brace! Is it healed?”
“I still need some physical therapy, but all in all, I’m good.”
Izuku can barely contain his excitement as he leans up to give a congratulatory kiss to his love. Katsuki immediately kisses back. Who is he to decline a kiss from the Izuku Midoriya? He can hear groans and taunting from their classmates. He just flips them all off. After they pull away from the kiss, they just hold onto each other. Life genuinely cannot get better than this.