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Katsuki was bouncing his leg violently, amped up, ready to pounce.
Unfortunately, with heavy rain, practice and the scrimmage set for the next day was cancelled. Which only meant that Katsuki didn't get all of his energy out during a day sitting in lecture halls, capstone classes, and overwhelmingly complex (literal) rocket science boring him half to death.
He wasn't one to enjoy a day off. His body needed to move. Constantly. Or else he got like this: leg bouncing, pen spinning between his thumb and forefinger, and obnoxiously loud music playing in his headphones. Even a hard lift day at the gym couldn't counteract the excessive motion.
On the other hand…Katsuki hated the rain. It was cold, wet, and he felt disgusting after being out and getting drenched in liquid, sticky mud. So there were some perks.
One of those perks currently sitting on the floor of his bedroom, nintendo switch in hand, and an oversized hoodie drowning his muscled mass.
Katsuki had to admit part of his short attention span that night was because Izuku was right there. Like, c'mon, how was he expected to focus in these conditions?
Unfortunately for him, Izuku was witholding a movie night until Katsuki finished his homework. Yeah, Katsuki wanted to stay at the top of his class, and doing so meant working his ass off every day for his grades and his team, but sometimes he questioned how hard he really needed to work to stay ahead when everyone else was so far behind. And right now, his beautiful nerd within arms reach, chewing his hoodie strings and hair still wet from borrowing Katsuki's shower, he seriously felt like just one night off wouldn't kill him.
Damn, he'd gone soft since dating the green haired loser. Here he was, focused on something other than being the best.
Katsuki threw down his pencil and snapped his notebook shut. Enough trigonometry for now. He had plans. And it involved enjoying his weekend free of drills and games. Plus, for once, Izuku's exam schedule lined up with the easy weekend, so they could stay in bed all they wanted.
"Kacchan?" Izuku looked up from his game, probably whatever horror game he'd used up his savings for.
"I'm done studying." Katsuki was matter of fact. He dared Izuku to force him back to the torture that was trajectory angles and aircraft drag minimization. "Bed. Now." Katsuki was already up and throwing off his, very old, black t-shirt with the white skull on it.
Izuku's eyes widened and he shut off his game, Katsuki noticed without hitting the save button, and nodded enthusiastically. He was up in seconds, halfway to pulling off his sweats and boxers when Katsuki stopped him.
"The fuck do you think you're doing?" Katsuki glared from where he had sat down on his bed, laptop open to a streaming service.
"I thought— You took off your shirt— And you've been restless so…" Izuku's face lit up red which made Katsuki smirk.
"You little pervert. No. I'm hot. Get your mind out of the gutter and come over here to pick a movie."
"One, I'm bigger than you by half a foot, so who's the little one? Two, you know I'm gonna choose an All Might movie."
Katsuki rolled his eyes, patting the spot next to him. While Izuku sidled up in the bed, already tucking a blanket over their legs and adjusting a pillow behind his back, Katsuki clicked on Izuku's favorite classic movie. It was animated, and the style was old school, but it arguably had the best fight sequences and storyline. Plus, Izuku liked seeing All Might's old sidekick Dave Shield, who rarely made it into movies anymore, replaced by Nighteye.
Izuku's green hair ticked Katsuki's ear as he leaned down and kissed his boyfriend on the cheek, pulling a dusty pink to the tips of the blond's ears. Izuku loved to tease more than anything. He settled in for the movie, curling into Katsuki's side.
"Shirt off."
Izuku spluttered. "Huh?"
"Clean your ears, nerd. I said take your shirt off." Katsuki was blushing harder now, and Izuku smirked.
"I thought we were watching a movie…?"
"Not everything has to end with you getting your dick wet." Katsuki scowled then looked away before saying quietly, "you're warm. I just wanna snuggle tonight."
Izuku beamed, he had to hold back tears at how cute his boyfriend was being. Sure, Izuku loved Katsuki's violent competitiveness, his drive to be the best, and his body was a gift from Heaven. But Izuku's favorite thing was when Katsuki initiated cuddles and soft touches. Izuku was one hundred percent aware he was allowed to ask for hugs and back rubs whenever he wanted and Katsuki would oblige, but there was something unspeakably special about his emotionally constipated boyfriend speaking up and asking for something so vulnerable.
"Yeah! Can do Kacchan!" Izuku lifted his arms, pulling off his sweatshirt and under shirt in one easy motion, leaving his chest bare. Katsuki's eyes zoned in, unable to break contact. Fuck, he loved Izuku so much his chest actually hurt.
Katsuki hardly moved until Izuku settled back in and pulled Katsuki, by the shoulders, down to rest his head on his bare chest. They were skin to skin, chest to back, and Katsuki could hear Izuku's heart beating strong and fast. He couldn't help but rove his hands up Izuku's biceps, tracing the relaxed muscle that he knew rippled under tanned skin. He started playing with Izuku's hand, bending and gently twisting the fingers, moving them, twining them around his own, squeezing each finger and letting go to watch the blood flow back to where his fingers had just been. He was mesmerized.
And Izuku let Katsuki explore all he wanted. His heart beat slowed down with every tickling touch, and he found himself running a hand up and down Katsuki's bare back, feeling the muscle twitch with the light brushes of his nails.
The movie forgotten, Katsuki's hands roamed up to where Izuku's torso met shoulder, and he felt the ridges of dark purple stretch marks covering Izuku's armpit and front delts. The grooves felt smoother than the rest of Izuku, and he tried to trace carefully to stay in the lines. He hardly noticed Izuku moving to scratch his scalp in gentle circles.
Katsuki's eyes lowered and caught on something new.
Well, not new. He always gave special attention to it when he saw Izuku naked in bed or in the locker room. But now, without the expectation of intimacy, he was able to squeeze and poke the love handles that spilled over the waistband of his boyfriend's pants. Now he could spend all the time he wanted adoring the soft squish of belly chub that had a light brush of a dark happy trail. And even more of those purple tiger stripes ran vertically along Izuku's waist where he'd clearly grown into a bulky athlete, feeding himself healthy portions at just about every meal to keep up his mass and presence on the field.
Fuck, and Katsuki could not stress this enough, that chub was the hottest thing about Izuku. It made him ravenous.
He absentmindedly bit down on one of Izuku's pecs, squishing it more so he could lick and kiss. "Kacchan?" Izuku giggled. Katsuki licked again. Izuku pushed off his face, "that tickles Kacchan! Hold on! Stop!" He almost shoved Katsuki off of the bed. Izuku was notorious for violent body spasms at the lightest tickling, so really, Katsuki should have been more careful.
"Mmmm, yeah, but you're so soft, 'Zuku. Don't wanna." Izuku ran a hand through spiky blond hair, which, by the way, was already a mess from his continued petting.
"Kacchan? Movie?"
Katsuki looked up at him, confusion muddling his features. "Movie?"
This time it was Izuku's turn to lose his mind. "Are you too tired? You can go to sleep and I'll rub your back, if you'd rather—"
"No. Just forgot for a second."
Realization hit Izuku. "Oh, Kacchan. Are you in subspace right now?" He squealed a little, making Katsuki wince. "Sorry!" he whispered. He was surprised. He didn't think that could happen without, well, the whole sex part of their relationship. Izuku didn't mind one bit. Just happy he could get his admitedly overworked boyfriend to relax for the first time in weeks.
Even if he might not be all there.
Izuku kissed Katsuki on the forehead and adjusted himself so he could move to press play on the movie Katsuki had queued up before getting distracted. Not once did he let his other hand drop to stop petting his hair and bare shoulders.
There hadn't been any thunder. No lightning. Nothing that actually warranted cancelling practice.
But if Izuku had made the call anyway, just this once, because Katsuki hated the rain and hadn't had a real break in weeks…well. Who would know but him?