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Katsuki's hand flies through the air to land directly onto Izuku’s breastpocket. In the center of his palm, a small explosion is created and Katsuki gives the girl a smirk as he presses it into her uniform.
Izuku winces when his quirk begins to bite into her skin. “Kacchan, that– that hurts…” she cries out.
His hand doesn’t let up, even when her eyes start to shine with unshed tears. “Shut the fuck up, Deku.”
She looks to his hand and exhales a tad bit too loud when she notices the way his quirk has torn through her clothes. How can she go back to class with a decent sized chunk gone from her blazer and undershirt? Her sports bra peaks through from the hole, Izuku’s eyes take in the sight and so does Katsuki.
For once, he appears to be horrified. He stops touching her and stares at her with his mouth open, not to apologize but to gape openly at her– speechless. “Fuck, I didn’t mean–”
“It’s okay, Kacchan!” She attempts to smile, and it must look fake, as Katsuki returns it with a frown. “I’ll just go home early! It’s no big deal.”
It’s very much a big deal, but Izuku won’t say anything about it. Katsuki used to be her friend at some point, and even though he views her as less than dirt, Izuku still holds the boy to a high standard. He’ll be an excellent hero, and Izuku will be watching him from the sidelines, cheering him on.
“Not a big deal? I just fucking destroyed your uniform!” He gestures to her chest awkwardly. “Your– Your chest is out.”
At the mention, she crosses her arms over her chest. “It’s fine. I mean it, Kacchan.”
Katsuki shrugs off his blazer and offers it to her. “Take it. Don’t go home. I know you hate missing class.”
“Oh, um– thank you!” Izuku cautiously takes it from his hand. “Can you help me take this one off?” It hurts to move that side of her arm, and she doesn’t think she can lift it above her head in order to remove the torn blazer.
“Yeah, Yeah.” He steps behind her, and since he’s no longer in her field of view, Izuku misses the furious red flush coloring his face.
Izuku places his blazer in-between her thighs to allow Katsuki easy access to her arms. He’s careful to work the sleeves off from the very area he damaged. She’s amazed by the gentleness of his fingers, so very unused to being treated this way by Katsuki.
“Hand me my blazer,” he grumbles.
Izuku uses her non-injured arm to give Katsuki his blazer. He fixes the sleeve over her hand and pulls it up to her torso. Katsuki repeats the process to her other arm and once he’s done, he stands behind her with an unreadable expression.
“Shitty nerd… you’re going to stink up my clothes.”
“I’ll wash it before I give it back to you!” Izuku promises.
Katsuki looks away from her. “Nah, let me do it. ‘Sides, your soap is probably shitty too.”
“O– Okay.” Izuku blinds Katsuki with a cheerful smile. “Thank you so much, Kacchan!”
“Shut up. It was my fault anyways.”
It’s not a ‘I’m sorry,’ but it’s the closest thing to an apology Izuku will get from him.
In the present, Izuku’s friends each share a horrified look on their faces.
“Midoryia, that’s a misdemeanor!" Ida says.
Ochako nods her head in agreement. “What an asshole…” she mutters. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, Deku.”
Izuku gives them a confused look. “I don’t see what the problem is. He apologized and gave me his blazer! It’s one of my favorite memories from middle-school.”
“That was not an apology!” Ochako jumps to Izuku’s side and gathers the other girl’s face into her hands
Izuku laughs a little. ‘Coming from Kacchan, that was an apology,’ but they wouldn’t understand. “It’s alright.”
“Out of all the guys to crush on, I can’t believe you like your middle-school bully! Bakugo isn’t even attractive! You’re so out of his league–”
“Ochako, please quiet down!” Izuku says, words muffled from the hold Ochako has on her cheeks.
“She has a point…” Ida looks at Izuku. “He used to bully you. I don’t see how you can like him in a romantic sense.”
“He has a nice side…”
Ochako removes her hands from Izuku’s face and uses her fingers to flick at Izuku’s nose. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
—
Her friends think it’s just a one-sided crush, but in all reality the feeling is mutual. They’ve been dating for a few months now, and it’s only because Izuku is embarrassed that she hasn’t told anyone about their relationship. She knows what Ochako might think– Izuku understands the concern, but Katsuki is different now.
He’s different in so many ways, especially when it comes down to touching her.
His fingers trace the edge of a scar, the one along the crease of her arm– above her breast. “I’m sorry.”
And this time, Izuku doesn’t say that ‘It’s okay.’ “I love you, Katsuki.”
“I don’t deserve to be loved by you.” His eyes don’t move from the scar.
Izuku has to grab his jaw in order to pry his gaze away. “Insecurity doesn’t suit you, Kacchan.”
“You’re a total dork.” Katsuki presses his lips over hers. “I love you too, Izuku.”
Of course, a few words won’t mend the damage within their past relationship– but together, they can repair the bond and create a better future for themselves. Each day is an opportunity for growth, and Izuku will be there to steer Katsuki in the right direction.
Katsuki brings out the best in her too, by helping her stick up for herself.
–
They aren’t able to hide their relationship for too long, as they accidentally encounter Ochako while on a date. During the process though, Izuku discovers a secret relationship that isn’t her own.
Ochako blushes as she holds the hand of a blonde-haired girl. “Let’s just pretend we didn’t see each other, okay?” She says.
“Understood…”
Maybe they both have a thing for temperamental blondes.