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“Remind me why the hell I’m doing this again?” Katsuki asked as Izuku manhandled him into a seat.
“It’ll be a fun bonding exercise blasty!” Mina exclaimed, passing out small flags.
“Fun for who?”
“Come on Kacchan, it won’t be too bad.” Izuku said, smiling at him. Katsuki rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
“Yeah, whatever.”
The class finished settling on the couch facing the pair who were sat in front of the TV. Todoroki sat off to the side holding a tablet; he claimed participating wouldn’t be fair.
“Wait so what am I doing?” Kaminari asked.
“Todoroki will read out a ‘which one of them’ question. Raise green if you think it’s Midoriya, and orange for Bakugou. They’ll tell us if we’re right.” Jirou told him.
“We can make it a competition!” Kirishima exclaimed.
“Hey, not fair with how close some of you guys are.” Hagakure said.
~•~
“Okay, who’s the night owl?” Todoroki asked. Every flag went up green.
“Who’s the most likely to fight someone over something stupid said to the other?” Every flag went up orange.
“Give us a challenge ‘Roki.” Sero said.
“Hm…who’s more competitive?” Todoroki asked. The room hesitated.
“Like…in general or with each other.” Mina asked. “Because one is very obvious.”
“With each other.”
Everyone began debating with each other about who would be worse. Flags went up, and the class was split evenly down the middle, with Bakugou winning by only one flag.
Katsuki and Izuku looked at each other. “I…don’t know who’s worse.” Izuku said.
“It’s probably Bakugou. He’s kind of insane.” Todoroki said. Katsuki flipped him off.
“Well, he’s more aggressive when we compete, but I make everything a competition.”
“Have one of you ever let the other win?” Mina asked them. Both looked indignant.
“No!”
Katsuki replied at the same time. “Hell no!”
“Draw?” Todoroki asked. Both men nodded.
The rest of the game continued in a similar fashion, the entire class arguing over which one of them did what. Katsuki, though he’d never admit it, was having a bit of fun.
~•~
“Who’s more whipped for the other?”
Every single flag in the class went up orange immediately. Katsuki stiffened.
“What? You think it’s Kacchan? How?” Izuku asked. He looked at Katsuki, brows furrowed. Katsuki stared back surprised. Maybe he hadn’t been as obvious as he thought.
Any hope was immediately dashed when the class started talking almost all at once.
“Are you kidding? None of us can get away with half the shit you do!” Kirishima yelled.
“He does do everything you ask.” Sero said.
“You ask him for food he’s up in a heartbeat. I ask him and I get told ‘eat shit and die’.” Kaminari added, voice going gruff in a poor imitation of Katsuki’s at the end.
“Hey I cook for you fucks!”
“Only if you feel like being nice! You could be dead asleep and if Midoriya wanted katsudon you’d be in the kitchen chef-ing it up!”
“He carries your bags everywhere.” Uraraka chimed in.
“Do we need to talk about your whole rivalry thing?” Todoroki added.
The class looked like they could keep going, and Katsuki really didn’t need that list recounted. He finished with, “And the only reason I’m sitting here with any of these shitheads is because you said it would be fun.”
Izuku blinked at him. “Really?”
“He’s so in love with you it’s disgusting.” Tsuyu nodded.
“Kacchan…” Izuku’s eyes began to water. He flopped his head on Katsuki’s shoulder.
“How you didn’t notice is beyond me, he’s so obvious.” Kaminari joked.
“Eat shit and die.” Katsuki said, wrapping an arm around his near tears boyfriend.
“See!”
“Alright, next before Bakugou kills someone.” Todoroki cut in.
“Fuck you too.” Katsuki mumbled. Todoroki ignored him.
“Which one is more freaky/horny?” He asked. “Oh, that’s easy.”
Most of the class raised orange, except for Uraraka, who flashed a green, with a smirk.
“We just talked about how gone Bakugo is for Midoriya, so it seems rather obvious.” Yayorozu said.
Katsuki cackled. “You think it’s me? You should hear him when we’re alo—“
A freckled hand slapped over his mouth. Izuku was bright red from his place in Katsuki’s shoulder.
“They don’t need to know that!” Izuku squeaked.
“And if any of us tried to silence him like that, we would be blasted to space.” Mina pointed out.
“Alright, we get it, I’m in love with my boyfriend and it’s obvious, moving on.” Katsuki said flatly, pulling Izuku’s hand away from his face much gentler than he would anyone else. He knew that, and he knew the class knew that with the way several of them cooed at him. He flipped them all off.
“Wait, so is it actually Midoriya? I honestly didn’t expect that.” Kirishima said.
“Yes, he’s gross about Bakugou. Really.” Todoroki replied.
“Todoroki!” Izuku’s head popped up to glare at his friend.
“What? You weren’t replying.” He shrugged, glancing back down at the cards with a tiny smirk on his lips.
“It’s really a lot more than anyone would expect.” Uraraka said, adding my fuel to the fire.
“Well can you blame me! Look at him! You try seeing him naked and tell me you’re calm about it!” Izuku yelled before he could think about it. The class gawked at him. Katsuki smirked.
“Really now?” He asked teasingly. It had his intended effect, because Izuku turned even redder and dove into his shoulder so hard Katsuki almost fell off the chair.
“….get it I guess?” Mina added awkwardly.
Izuku only groaned. “Please forget I said that.”
“Not a chance.”
“Icy-hot, next question; if he gets any redder he might fuckin explode.” Katsuki interrupted, rubbing Izuku’s back as he felt the heat radiating off of his face.
Kaminari gestured at them wildly, glancing around the room. Katsuki once again flipped off the knowing smirks he was receiving.