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Izuku sat inside the cramped space of the dark and moist closet waiting for his companion to come inside. He leaned his head against his knees taking in a deep breath, oh he hated tight places. He felt nervous, but what's the worst that could happen? It was Denki afterall, the wasted out drunken freak.
Izuku's ears perked when he heard the door shut to the closet and warmth from across him. He looked up but as if it wasn't obvious, he couldn't see. “Kaminari?” He blindly questioned, keeping his knees attached to his chest.
“Tch no—”
Izuku recognised the voice in an instant, it was Katsuki. Izuku's heart picked up and the hair on his neck stood up hearing the slurred voice of Katsuki as the realisation that he was in a really small place with Katsuki began to creep in.
“I thought Denki was supposed to be here…” Izuku quietly muttered, not wanting to be too loud given the amount of space. “As if I'd let that creep near you. Hah. What do you take me for?” Katsuki scoffed, gripping Izuku's chin between his forefinger and thumb.
Izuku's breath audibly hitched and it didn't go unnoticed by Katsuki who, in turn pulled him forward.Katsuki’s legs were on either side of Izuku's hips over his criss crossed legs and he kept staring into his viridian eyes through the lack of light.
“Why?” Izuku unconsciously wondered, his hand unconsciously reaching up to Katsuki's chest. “He calls you sex on legs, need me to elaborate more?” Katsuki leaned in, without averting his eyes from Izuku once.
Sex on legs? Izuku knew he wasn't objectively unattractive but to be called that? It was a first for him, he didn't realise he'd be appealing in that context. “No.” Izuku said, too aware of his position now. His clothes were starting to feel tight and suffocating, was it the small space or Katsuki's proximity? Izuku believed the former.
Thank god, the place was dark because he did not want the blonde to see his face like this and tease him about it later. “You truly are Deku huh?” Katsuki remarked, making Izuku's thoughts halt. He had found a new, much more valuable meaning to Deku than its insignificant origin but it still hurts to hear the name from the very person who gave it to him using it in the original context.
Izuku pushed Katsuki away, but was only able to push his face as that man did not budge even though he was drunk. “What do you mean by that?” Izuku asked, trying to retrieve the amount of space he had.
“You were seriously about to go in a closet with fucking Denki? That idiot?” Katsuki spat, grasping Izuku's hand which was pushing him away. Izuku paused, taking a shallow breath in the inter mingling space, Katsuki's breath was heavy and he could feel it on his neck. Also, Katsuki smelled of alcohol which was not pleasant.
“Kacchan, leave my hand.” Izuku said, trying to pull his hand away due to the ever lessening distance between them. “Answer me, Deku” Katsuki demanded, his iron clad grip on Izuku which slowly trailed down to his waist jerking him forward.
“It's—it’s just a stupid game Kacchan” Izuku breathed onto Katsuki's face. “No it is not a stupid game to me, when it comes to you—it isn't.” Katsuki leaned his head against Izuku's shoulder.
Izuku’s attention had diverted from its source of anxieties to the blonde sitting in front of him, more like practically sitting on top of him, Katsuki felt really hot (literally) even through the layer of clothes between them. Katsuki cared enough about Izuku to not let him be stuck with a creep but he didn't care enough to stop using the nickname Deku in that specific context or Katsuki didn't really care and was just jealous?
The words jealousy and Katsuki in the same sentence struck Izuku, katsuki? Jealous? No. Why would he be, Izuku and him weren't anything. Not friends, just two people who used to know each other.
“Hey, Izuku—”
“7 MINUTES ARE UP!” Mina exclaimed, cutting Katsuki off as she flung the closet’s door open. “Wait what? Wasn't Denki supposed to be here?” Kirishima suspiciously eyed the position of the two men in the small space…seemed intimate.
Hearing the hue and cry of the pink and red Katsuki straightened up, quickly standing up on his feet as if he wasn't drunk at all. Katsuki looked back at Izuku who was still sitting on the floor and walked away. ”Woah…what just happened?” Mina questioned, clearly looking out for potential gossip to spread around.
“Nothing of sorts, Kacchan might've gotten confused!” Izuku tried to laugh it off, standing up and making his way out to find Ochaco and get out of that place ASAP before he saw Katsuki again.
“He sure didn't look confused. Super manly.” Kirishima muttered to Mina who nodded in return and they made their way to the circle of drunken idiots looking for their next victims.