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“Oh by the way, Todoroki, I'll be back by night! I'm heading out!” Izuku said to his roommate, already slinging his backpack over his shoulder.
“Midoriya, you've been going out a lot nowadays.” Todoroki said. It wasn't a question, it was a damn statement. How tf was someone supposed to reply to that? “Oh! Yeah…” Izuku nodded sheepishly.
Izuku waited for Todoroki to say something more but he kept staring with his mismatched eyes. Izuku awkwardly chuckled again and made his way out of the room.
Izuku was heading out to meet his Boyfriend—Katsuki Bakugo or as he calls him Kacchan. Their relationship was a secret from everyone. Nobody knew about them or guessed that they were together because who would expect a fine arts major to be in a relationship with a CS major especially Bakugo out of all people, they didn't even feel like different sides of the same coin. They were totally different currencies. Besides there was no intermingling between their social groups except one.
>>“Oh my god I'd let Katsuki reck the fuck out of me” whispered a girl to her friend.
<<“I mean yeah he's hot I guess. If I'm being honest, I can't picture him with a single girl though” replied her friend.
>>“Maybe he's asexual!”
<<“But I can definitely picture him with a guy.”
>>“He's gay!”
<<“Can you be I don't know…more employed? Why are we presuming his sexuality out of all things? Even if he liked girls he wouldn't date you”
That's a conversation Izuku eavesdropped recently. First of all, ew. Secondly the girls weren't too far off from the truth. Katsuki was popular around the campus of their University, why? He looked good, was smart and behaved like an ass. He didn't enjoy the spotlight but much to his luck, all the whispers once a week would be about him because he topped yet another exam without even looking bothered. Good looks do excuse shitty behaviour.
Izuku Midoriya was an arts major. He was by no means a loser, he was quite known around campus as well but in a certain genre of people unlike Katsuki. His “popularity” was because of his pre-existing art window online and man, was he skilled. Pretty much everyone could recognise his artstyle by now. Everyone adored him, especially Katsuki.
Izuku climbed in through Katsuki’s bedroom window, he was no stalker he just wanted to avoid Himiko who hated his guts. Izuku, to his despair, missed the window sill and fell on his ass into the room, thankfully.
He groaned loudly, no matter how perky an ass is falling against it still hurts. Izuku put his hands over his mouth realising he made a sound, a loud one.
Fuck he was in big trouble.
He tried to get off the ground but the door knob twisted and he froze in his spot. This wasn't Kacchan.
“DEKU?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” Himiko screeched, grabbing the nearest object and throwing it at Izuku’s face.
“HIMIKO! WAIT, I CAN EXPLAIN!” Izuku said barely defending himself against a fucking encyclopedia. “EVEN YOU'RE AFTER MY ASS OF A BROTHER KATSUKI?!” Himiko throws yet another book at him.
“Himiko!—Himiko stop!”
Izuku heard and a wave of calm washed over him. At least Kacchan was here.
Katsuki took a hold of both of Himiko’s hands and Izuku eased onto his spot on the ground.
“You're defending fucking Deku?” Himiko said without tearing her gaze away from Izuku. She was scary, a lot actually. He couldn't comprehend this was the same person who was dating Ochaco. Her eyes looked murderous.
“He's a stalker! He broke into your bedroom!” Himiko spat as if the very idea of Deku disgusted her.
“Himiko listen to me! He isn't a stalker!” Katsuki shaking her by the shoulders.
“How do you know that?” Himiko pushed Katsuki's hands off of her shoulders and he let go.
“Because—”
Katsuki began.
Izuku stared, witnessing the epitome of a sibling dynamic. Shit his ears hurt by Himiko's screaming.
“Because He's my BOYFRIEND!” Katsuki shouted and everything went dead silent. Himiko stood frozen in her spot, her eyes widening to saucers.
“You're dating Deku Midoriya?” Himiko questioned, her voice icy, a stark contrast to her previous tone.
“His name is Izuku.” Katsuki corrected her with a leveling stare. “Doesn't defeat my question! Why are you dating him?! I've told you I used to like him!” Himiko blurred out.
Izuku audibly gasped. Himiko having a crush on him? Of all people? Even if it was in the past Izuku couldn't believe his eyes or his ears.
“That's in the past Himiko and you're already dating Ochaco so what's your point? I've liked him since before that even if I didn't act on it.” Katsuki said, averting his gaze from Himiko to a flustered Izuku.
Katsuki had never explicitly said for much time that he had liked him. Izuku blinked up at Katsuki feeling a little pride over how Katsuki was practically lovesick over him.
“Don't you dare tell this to Cheeks, Himiko or I will personally tell her you have an unhealthy obsession with her.” Katsuki warned, crossing his arms over his chest.
“She already knows.” Himiko said, making Katsuki stutter.
“No one hears about this. Not a soul or I swear—”
“Yeah yeah got it!” Himiko stormed out of the room slamming the door behind her.
Katsuki turned to look at Izuku and his scarlet eyes immediately softened as he made his way towards him, “Seriously? Couldn't you be more careful?”
His change in demeanor almost gave Izuku a whiplash but he knew Kacchan would never get mad at him. Katsuki was a little biased towards his nerd.
“Thank you very much for your concern. I'm not hurt at all.” Izuku grumbled, turning his face to the other side to egg Katsuki on.
“Yeah I get it, you got hurt. Where?” Katsuki smiled fondly, making his way into Izuku’s vision field.
“I was climbing in through the window—”
“No shit Sherlock” Katsuki jeered and Izuku hit his shoulder.
“And I fell onto my butt” Izuku murmured, looking at the floor.
“It couldn't have hurt that much besides you've got a fuck ton of cushion there.”
“KACCHAN!” Izuku flushed hiding into his hands.
“Oh come on, you know I'm not lying. You've got a nice ass” Katsuki laughed heartedly, pulling Izuku’s hands off of his face.
“Thank you, I guess.”
“Are you that hurt?—want me to massage it for you?” Katsuki leaned over Izuku's face making him look at him as his voice intentionally dropped.
If Izuku wasn't already sitting on the floor he was sure he would've fallen down. He averted his eyes away from Katsuki, a red tint climbing up his freckled neck.
Katsuki abruptly backed off and as soon as Izuku opened his mouth, he flicked him on the forehead. “Ow! What was that for Kacchan?”
“Felt like it” Katsuki stood up pulling Izuku alongside him. “Now that witch knows about you—” Katsuki dropped down onto the bed with a groan. “I'm pretty sure she's talking to cheeks right now…”
Izuku put his backpack by the floor with a heavy thud, dropping down into the bed beside Katsuki. “I'm sorry…not my fault the window in your room is so high,” Izuku joked, turning his head to look at Katsuki. “Shouldnt you go check on her…?” Izuku looked at the blonde with hopeful eyes but got an eyeroll in return.
“Fuck no. Now everyone is gonna know… but that's a problem for future me. Why did even decide to drop by—literally” Katsuki grinned, brushing off his worries for now to focus on the green head ahead.
“Wanted to take a look at my muse,” Izuku said, looking up at the ceiling.
“Oh wow so you degraded me from your boyfriend to your muse huh?” Katsuki poked Izuku's side.
“I did not say that. Stop putting words in my mouth” Izuku groaned, tired by the man’s ability to twist every one of his words.
“Oh I can put much better things in your mouth than words.” Katsuki leaned in closer,his voice dropping an octave.
“Never mind I'll just head out” Izuku sat up but was pulled back down on the bed. “If you tease me once more I'll leave.” Izuku warned, jabbing a finger at Katsuki's chest.
“That's no fun” Katsuki groaned, pushing Izuku glasses over his nose bridge.
“You enjoy getting a rise out of me, don't you? Izuku questioned scrunching his nose slightly.
“Heck yeah.”
“Fine! I'll get back at you!” Izuku announced. Determination crossing his face as he formulated a plan inside his head.
“I'll gladly be waiting”
The next day Katsuki was fully expecting Kirishima or Kaminari to come running to him about Izuku. As much as he knew Ochaco she had a lot of fucking friends whom she considered her “bestfriends”, and she wouldn't be able to keep her mouth shut.
He waited and waited.
“Ayo morning Bakubro, head in the clouds huh?” Kirishima greeted, slapping Bakugo on the shoulder. “Definitely not” Katsuki shook his head, he indeed was zoning out in front of his locker.
“Professor Enji’s ass is on literal fire dude! Because you got more marks than his prodigal son Shouto!” Kirishima beamed.
“Oh that half and half bastard. Obviously I'm better than him!” Katsuki proudly announced leaning against the aisle of lockers.
“Woah what's that?” Kirishima chuckled, pointing beside Katsuki's head.
“What's what?” He said following Kirishima’s finger.
Oh my god. It was a sketch of Katsuki sitting on his knees like some damn anime girl…in a maid costume. To top it all off, there were cat ears as well.
Katsuki recognised the artstyle in a split second, it was by his dear boyfriend. That bastard, thought he was real clever huh?
“Super manly” Kirishima remarked, breaking Katsuki out of his thoughts. He quickly snatched the page off of his locker, careful not to ruin it—because it was still made by his nerd. He placed it inside of his locker slamming the clanky metal shut.
“I think I've seen something similar to this before…” Kirishima pondered. “Come on, shitty hair class is about to start” Katsuki said hastily turning on his heels to walk towards his class and to hide his face from how red it was.