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The minute Izuku walked through the door to their classroom, Katsuki knew something was off.
If anything he always fucking knew when there was something wrong with Izuku. It was both a damn curse and a blessing.
Katsuki didn’t really know how to explain how he knew, he just did.
Maybe it was the way he was carrying himself. He wasn’t looking down, instead he held his head high. Something that Izuku didn’t do often.
Yes, Izuku was definitely one of the strongest among them but he was still a nervous, muttering wreck who had no confidence in himself.
Katsuki blamed himself for that.
Or maybe it was the expression on his face? His green eyes were sharp and glaring and he wasn’t beaming at everyone like he usually did.
Maybe the idiot was just tired, Katsuki would talk to him about it later but—.
“Deku!,” Uraraka called out and Katsuki wanted to smack her upside the head for not noticing Izuku’s attitude today.
As Izuku was walking to his seat he simply glanced at her before turning away. Katsuki’s blood froze and although that entire exchange had his mind reeling he also wanted to burst out laughing.
Uraraka’s mouth went slack and she stared at Izuku like she had just murdered a puppy. The classmates around them who had been making conversation went silent as all attention turned to Izuku.
But, that wasn’t even the worst part.
The worst part was when Izuku didn’t even stop to acknowledge his existence like he did every single day. He didn’t even look at Katsuki nor tell him good morning like he’d done every day for the past 2 and a half years.
Katsuki felt like someone had just shot him in the chest when Izuku sat down behind him without saying a single word.
Katsuki could feel the eyes of his friends on him. When he turned to look at them he noticed everyone in the classroom wore a shocked expression on their face. Because that had never happened before. Izuku always somewhat acknowledged him even on his worst days.
Katsuki didn’t want to freak out just yet. So, he played it cool.
“No good morning today, huh nerd?,” He said and turned to look at Izuku.
Izuku finally looked at Katsuki but something indescribable flashed through his eyes that had Katsuki’s heart racing.
“Oh?,” Izuku said leaning forward on his desk, a cruel grin on his face. “Don’t tell me that you’re feeling needy, Kacchan?”
Katsuki felt the blood drain from his face and his mouth opened in horror.
“Needy?,” Katsuki snapped. “Fuckin’ needy?? Fuck you, you piece of—.”
“It’s okay if you are, Kacchan,” Izuku interrupted, smirking. “I mean I won’t judge you, I know Kacchan must absolutely love my attention if he’s sad over me not saying—.”
“Shut the fuck up!!,” Katsuki yelled, heat creeping up on his face.
What the fuck was wrong with Izuku right now? Izuku would never ever be bold enough to say something like that. Sure, they constantly teased each other in different ways, like fighting and stupid shit that they did. NOT WHATEVER THE HELL THIS WAS!
Or actually what the fuck was wrong with him?? Why is his heart suddenly racing over—over—no.
All of a sudden Mina startle to cackle and Katsuki knew this wasn’t going to be good.
“Oh my god!! Did you see his face!??,” Mina cried, tears in her eyes from laughing so hard. “Midoryia just made Bakugou flustered!!”
“Shut the hell up, Pinky!!,” Katsuki yelled at her. “I’m not fuckin—.” Katsuki cut off at the expression on Izuku’s face. He looked annoyed all of a sudden.
“Where the hell is Aizawa Sensei? He’s taking way too long—,” Izuku grumbled and Katsuki’s eyes widened.
Yeah, something was definitely off with him.
“The fuck happened?,” Katsuki questioned silently so that only Izuku would hear. Izuku just gave him a strange look.
“Damn Midoryia, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” Mineta spoke and Katsuki had the urge to roll his eyes just by the sound of his stupid fucking voice. “C’mon just take a look at the ladies, I’m sure that’ll cheer you right up—.”
Katsuki wanted to punch the stupid ass grape boy in the face.
“I’m going to need you to shut the fuck up for at least the rest of the year, Mineta ,” Izuku threatened, annoyance dripping out of his voice like venom. Katsuki was even more bewildered.
Whenever Izuku told Mineta to cut his shit out, it was usually in a much nicer, tolerable way. Not whatever the hell this was.
The class went completely silent and Katsuki could see the confusion and utter shock in everyone’s eyes. Hell he was struggling to understand what was happening himself.
All of a sudden Izuku kicked the leg of Katsuki’s chair making it slide back ever so slightly. Katsuki’s attention turned back to Izuku’s face as he glared at him.
“The fuck was that for?,” Katsuki asked, annoyed.
Izuku shrugged and grinned, “I thought Kacchan needed some attention from me.”
Katsuki felt his ears turn red and suddenly he was pissed. Or flustered? Absolutely fuckin’ not.
“I don’t need shit from you!! Especially not your stupid ass attention so fuck off you —,” Katsuki yelled slamming his hands on Izuku’s desk.
“Is Kacchan embarrassed? There’s no need for that—,” Izuku sneered tilting his head slightly at him.
Katsuki’s was going to kill him. “You little shithead—,” Katsuki said through gritted teeth. He almost liked this side of Izuku. He probably would, if it wasn’t being directed at him!!
Izuku chuckled and Katsuki felt almost excited at the look of a challenge on the others face even though his blood was boiling with anger—or—embarrassment. “C’mon Kacchan, don’t tell me you’re so much of a wimp you can’t even take a little teasing?”
Katsuki suddenly stood up facing Izuku and that little shitheads grin grew wider and—
“Enough,” Aizawa ordered, walking through the door, looking tired as always. He sighed and gave Katsuki a particular look that he did not like whatsoever. “Sit down, Bakugou.”
Katsuki wanted to protest but he had somewhat grown from doing stupid shit like that so he listened and sat down.
“Took you long enough,” Izuku scowled behind Katsuki and what the fuck? Everyone turned to look at Izuku like he had just grown a second head, especially for talking to their teacher like that.
But, what was even more of a surprise was that Aizawa didn’t say a damn word about it and simply glanced at Izuku before turning his attention back to the class.
The whispers around him broke out quickly but Aizawa immediately shut it down.
“Quiet,” Aizawa said as he crossed his arms. “As you can probably tell, Midoryia is a little off today—.”
“No fucking shit,” Izuku scoffed rolling his eyes and Katsuki almost choked on his spit but he kept his composure.
It seemed like not everyone could keep it together like he could.
Katsuki could see out of the corner of his eyes how half n half’s (Todoroki) eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly parted. The rest of Izuku’s friends and classmates itching to say something.
“This—this is not acceptable behavior for hero’s, Midoryia! You can’t just—,” Iida stuttered, clearly in shock for having to call Izuku out, out of all people.
Izuku just rolled his eyes and groaned, “Oh my god, we get it. Shut up already.”
The class went dead silent for a few seconds before everyone started yelling. Katsuki had to bite his lip hard so that he didn’t start laughing at Iida’s stupefied face.
“D-Deku why would you say that!?,” Uraraka gaped, her hands covering her mouth.
“What the fuck is happening right now!?”
“Yo, there’s no way that Midoryia just said that!”
“I’m so confused right now! What is going on??”
“I think this is the best day of my life!!”
“All of you quiet!,” Aizawa ordered sternly, one look at his glaring eyes made then all fall silent.
Was Katsuki dreaming? Is this actually happening? Katsuki hadn’t felt so pumped with adrenaline in a while.
This was fucking amazing! He’s never letting Izuku live this down.
“Midoryia here was hit with a quirk,” Aizawa explained and Katsuki’s heart dropped. A quirk? What kind of quirk? Did it hurt Izuku? Was he going to be like this forever? How the fuck did this idiot manage to get hit with a quirk?!
“A quirk? What exactly does it do?,” Yaoyorozu asked and Katsuki silently nodded his respect at her for asking the important questions.
“We’re not exactly sure yet, the only accurate information we have is that it messes with your personality,” Aizawa explained. “In this case, Midoryia is a little…well—.”
“He’s an asshole,” Katsuki sneered. Aizawa sighed.
“Guess that makes two of us huh, Kacchan,” Izuku replied and Katsuki could hear the mischief in his damn voice.
Katsuki rolled his eyes. “The difference is I’m always supposed to be the asshole, not you,” he answered without thinking and what kind of fucking words were those? Why the fuck did he just say that?
Izuku went silent and Katsuki’s face burned in embarrassment, he did not mean to say any of that. Aizawa didn’t look very surprised, instead he looked like he understood what Katsuki was saying when he himself had no clue.
“Don’t worry about it much, we’re in the process of finding more information about the quirk,” Aizawa began. Katsuki was thankful that their teacher was taking the heat off of him because he knew that his classmates attention was on him. “And we know it doesn’t last very long based off of people who’ve been hit with it.”
“So, Midoryia will be back to normal soon?,” Kaminari asked, a look of mischief that Katsuki did not like whatsoever was in the idiots eyes. He could see the other idiots grinning like mad men, obviously plotting.
“We don’t know for sure, but hopefully. Those who have been hit with it said it usually takes about 24 hours to wear off so if anything by tomorrow morning, it should be gone. But, like I said this isn’t for sure. Others have lasted longer,” Aizawa responded and Katsuki felt worried and angry all of a sudden.
Stupid fuckin’ Dunce Face. Stupid fuckin’ friends.
Stupid fuckin’ Izuku for getting hit with a dumbass quirk and constantly putting himself in danger.
Stupid Katsuki for leading Izuku down this path.
Stupid stupid stupid—
“Kacchan,” Izuku suddenly said, interrupting his thoughts.
Katsuki slightly turned so that he could see Izuku out of the corner of his eye. “What?,” He asked.
Izuku’s eyes narrowed at him, like he was trying to read him.
Izuku was frowning, but he couldn’t tell if it was because of the quirk or something else. “Nothing,” Izuku settled on saying, breaking eye contact and turning to their teacher instead.
Except Katsuki knew it wasn’t nothing because as much as he hated to admit it—when it came down to it, Izuku was far from stupid. He definitely was when he constantly put him self in danger but when it had to do with Katsuki, Izuku always knew everything.
“Anyways, I’m sure everything will be fine. Let’s get back to class though,” Aizawa said and soon the entire conversation about Izuku was put aside for now.
The class settled down into their normal routine. As the rest of their classes continued Izuku wasn’t much of a distraction, only making a few snarky comments here and there for the rest of the day to Katsuki. It wasn’t until classes were over did things start going downhill.
……
“Y’know,” Kirishima started, ignoring Katsuki’s groan. “He’s really been getting on your case today.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes, “Fuck off.”
Kirishima grinned.
They were standing in the middle of the common area behind one of the couches, watching Kaminari and Sero play Mario Cart. Kaminari screaming and protesting everytime Sero beat him. Some of their other classmate were scattered around doing their own things.
“I’m serious though,” Kirishima began again earning a sigh from Katsuki. “I mean he’s just been straight up angry with us but when it’s you—well.”
Katsuki narrowed his eyes at the red head. “When it’s me what, Shitty hair? Finish your damn sentences.”
Kirishima shrugged with a toothy grin on his face and turned to look at him. “Nothing, man. I’m just saying he’s angry towards us but with you I think it’s different than anger.”
Katsuki knew Kirishima was right. Izuku wasn’t downright giving him attitude and glaring at him every second like he was doing with others. He was only teasing and making sarcastic comments with Katsuki, obviously trying to rile him up and get on his nerves.
Katsuki didn’t want to admit that the red head was right and that he had also noticed and instead decided on playing clueless. “Don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about shitty hair,” He half heartedly said. Kirishima sighed but the smile on his face didn’t fall.
All of a sudden an arm was draped over Katsuki’s shoulder making him go rigid. No one in their goddamn right mind had the nerve or willingness to touch him without having the fear of getting their faces burned off.
Katsuki snapped his head to the side and was met with beautiful green eyes and a shit eating grin. Of fucking course it would be Izuku. Who the fuck else would it have been?
“Hi, Kacchan,” Izuku said, tilting his head to the side and smiling wickedly. Katsuki thought it suited him. He usually smiled like this during fights and it always had Katsuki’s blood buzzing.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?,” He questioned, deciding on ignoring his thoughts and focusing on the fact that Izuku somehow had the guts to be the first to initiate contact between them.
It was usually always Katsuki who did it whether it be from a simple clap on the back to ruffling Izuku’s crazy green curls.
Izuku hummed, looking quite pleased with himself. “What’s it look like?”
Katsuki rolled his eyes, trying to control his temper. “Obviously I know what it fuckin’ looks like, nerd. But, why?”
Izuku shrugged and it had Katsuki’s shoulder moving as well, “Why not?,” Izuku mocked. Katsuki sighed and could see Kirishima struggling to hold in his laugh at their entire exchange
Izuku had caught up to him in everything and they were now frustratingly the same height.
“What do you want?,” Katsuki asked, not trusting Izuku’s expression.
Izuku made a pouting face but Katsuki could see the grin in his eyes. “I can’t hang out with you Kacchan?,” He asked and there was something simmering in the sound of his voice that Katsuki couldn’t pick apart.
“I didn’t say that idiot,” Katsuki answered rolling his eyes.
Izuku hummed and Katsuki saw his expression darken when he glanced at Kirishima. The red head also noticed Izuku’s attitude shift and simply smiled back.
“You didn’t say yes either,” Izuku grumbled with a frown. “But, you let him stay by your side, right?”
Katsuki brain short circuited. What the hell did Izuku mean by that? Kirishimas eyes widened like he had definitely understood something and Katsuki was itching to just straight out ask.
Izuku’s arm around him tightened pulling them closer together. Katsuki’s breath hitched at the angry look in Izuku’s eyes. It almost looked possessive.
“Why not me, Kacchan?,” Izuku asked, low and quiet. His intense eyes looking right into his and Katsuki knew that if he answered wrong then all hell would be set loose. Even so, he had no idea what Izuku was talking about let alone how to answer.
He stayed silent for a few seconds and Izuku didn’t seem to mind that much. He only waited to hear what he had to say. Katsuki opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted.
“Hey, you two! No fighting!,” Uraraka yelled pointing a finger at then. Izuku’s eyes darkened even more and he scowled. She never learned did she?
Katsuki could see Kirishima nervously laughing at her as he glanced between all of them.
“Who said we were fighting, round face?,” Katsuki settled on saying, trying to keep all this from blowing up. Izuku didn’t seem pleased at all.
Uraraka rolled her eyes, “You better not be, Deku with his normal personality wouldn’t like it so don’t do anything stupid!”
She was unfortunately correct with that. Izuku would hate it if he thought that they had been arguing with each other while he was in that state.
“So what?,” Izuku sneered. “You should really just fuck off and mind your business.”
Uraraka didn’t seem to take it to heart at all and smiled at him, “You’ll be thanking me when this is over, Deku.”
Izuku rolled his eyes as she walked away. “So annoying,” Katsuki heard him mumble.
“She’s your friend,” Katsuki said, staring at Izuku.
Izuku returned the stare and stayed quiet for a few seconds. “Are you my friend, Kacchan?,” Izuku asked, a serious look on his face.
Katsuki sighed. “Yeah, guess so.”
Izuku’s brows furrowed, his green eyes looking intense. “Just friends, Kacchan?”
Katsuki looked at him with a pensive face. Yeah to you we’re just friends. I’m fucking’ crazy about you and it terrifies me.
Stupid fucking brain, shut the fuck up.
“What exactly are you asking, nerd?,” Katsuki questioned. He wasn’t understanding what Izuku was trying to get out of him.
Izuku looked at Katsuki like he was stupid.
“I’m asking if you think our entire relationship is summed up to just the word friends,” Izuku grit out and he looked angry all of a sudden, catching Katsuki off gaurd.
Katsuki wasn’t sure how to answer. “I—I mean, yeah?”
That was definitely not the right answer. Izuku’s expression turned cold and his eyes became distant.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Kirishima slap a hand over his forehead and eyes while he let out a groan.
Izuku looked away from him and turned to look at the idiots playing Mario Cart for a few seconds. The silence from Izuku had Katsuki’s mind spiraling. Did he do something wrong? Did he hurt Izuku’s feelings somehow? What was happening?
“Noted,” Izuku said quietly. “I’ll leave you the hell alone then.”
Katsuki felt his heart drop at the sound of Izuku’s cold voice. Oh. He messed up. He didn’t know how or why he messed up but he knew he did.
Izuku took his arm off Katsuki’s shoulder and walked off, probably going back to his room. Katsuki felt like he had just died a second time while he stared at his back.
As soon as Izuku was out of sight Kirishima forced him to turn around and look at him.
“Dude, please tell me you’re fucking joking,” Kirishima whined, looking hopeless and annoyed at the same time.
“What..?,” Katsuki glared.
“Oh my god,” Kirishima groaned. “You are absolutely hopeless, Bakugou.”
“Oi, what the fuck does that mean?,” Katsuki asked, going on defensive mode.
“I can’t believe you’re being serious right now!,” Kirishima whisper yelled.
“Being serious about what, shitty hair!?”
“Just friends!? Seriously?? That’s the best you had?,” Kirishima hissed.
“Fuck you! I’m not gonna confess to him!!,” Katsuki whispered back, not wanting anyone to hear their conversation.
“You confess to him!? I didn’t say that! Are you going deaf too??,” Kirishima scoffed. “He just practically did it and you shut him down you idiot!!”
What? That’s impossible.
“What?? Did you hit your stupid ass head?! That wasn’t a confession!!,” Katsuki scowled.
“Yes it fucking was bro!! Think about it!!,” Kirishima scolded, frustration written all over his face.
Katsuki did go silent, going over their entire conversation just now. But, he still couldn’t think of anything.
Kirishima sighed, in a very annoying and dramatic way that had Katsuki’s blood simmering. Why the fuck couldn’t he just tell him!?
“You let him stay by your side, Why not me, Kacchan?, I’m asking if you think our entire relationship is summed up to just the word friends,” Kirishima mimicked, using the same words Izuku had said. “Dude, you practically just friend zoned him!!”
Katsuki opened his mouth to argue but the idiot wasn’t wrong. If he put it that way then yeah it would make sense that Izuku might’ve thought he was friend zoning him if he was confessing in the first place!!
“Come on, I know you’ve tried to convince yourself it’s not possible because you feel guilty about the past but even this is a little extreme! I know you’re not stupid!!”
Katsuki didn’t reply.
“Bakugou,” Kirishima dead panned. “Why do you think he got pissed at me right now?”
Katsuki didn’t know.
Kirishima groaned, “Because he was jealous bro!!”
Jealous? Why the hell would the nerd be— But, you let him stay by your side, right? Why not me, Kacchan?
Oh.
Oh.
If it’s put that way…then this all makes a hell of a lot more sense..
Katsuki’s eyes widened and he was sure that he saw the exact moment Kirishima knew he realized.
He crouched down, resting his hands on his face while his elbows balanced on his thighs.
“Oh, shit,” Katsuki whispered, he suddenly felt extremely nauseas.
“Bakugou??,” Kirishima asked, sounding worried. “Are—are you good, bro?”
“Oh, shit,” Katsuki repeated, a little louder. “I fucked up. Oh my god, I completely fucked up—.”
He was definitely panicking right now. How did he not realize all of this!? How the hell was he supposed to fix this??
Katsuki’s mind was spiraling. How the fuck did he manage to mess up this badly?!
“Um well—It’s not that bad—,” Kirishima started, rubbing his neck.
“Not that bad!?,” Katsuki yelled, glaring.
”I mean you can still fix this!,” Kirishima nervously smiled, trying to comfort Katsuki.
“I don’t know how to fix this!!,” Katsuki shouted, stress and anxiety eating at him.
“Look,” Kirishima said, “You know Midoriya best. You can definitely fix it. He would literally do anything for you, dude.”
Katsuki sighed trying to keep it together.
He has to try—no.
He definitely has to fix this. No matter what.
……
A few hours later Katsuki found himself standing right outside Izuku’s door.
But, for some reason he couldn’t find it in himself to knock. His heart was racing and his insecurities were eating at him. Would Izuku really forgive him? Is this actually a good idea?
Well, he wasn’t going to find out but just standing out here.
Katsuki knocked and after a few seconds the sound of walking came closer. He held his breath.
The door opened and Izuku came into view.
As soon as Izuku saw him his face turned into a slight scowl. The same look and expression that Izuku had been looking at the rest of their class with. Katsuki wanted to run just by looking at him.
“What do you want?,” Izuku grumbled as he crossed his arms and lent against the doorway. Izuku actually looked kind of good standing like that, it had Katsuki’s heart—no.
“Let’s spar,” Katsuki said as calmly as he could.
Izuku’s eyes narrowed at him. “Spar?”
He nodded.
“You came here because you want to fucking spar with me?,” Izuku questioned looking at Katsuki suspiciously and accusatory.
“Yes,” Katsuki breathed out. For a second it looked like Izuku was going to cuss him out and turn him away. Instead he just rolled his eyes and huffed.
“Fine,” Izuku scowled. “I’ll change and meet you down there.”
Katsuki opened his mouth to respond but instead Izuku slammed the door shut in his face.
Well he kind of deserved that one so he could let it go for now. This could’ve gone a lot worse if he really thought about it. He just needs to keep it together. Take deep deep breaths.
He can fucking do this.
……
He definitely can not do this.
Katsuki was sure of it. Izuku was messing with him. As soon as Izuku walked into the training room Katsuki’s mouth dropped.
He was wearing a black tank top similar to the one that Katsuki always wore. It showed every damn muscle and scar on his arms, his collarbones, his shorts, his thighs, he looked absolutely jaw dropping—he needs to calm down. He needs to make all of this right, he can’t be getting distracted.
He wasn’t going to apologize right now while Izuku was in this state though. He would wait until the quirk wore off so he and Izuku could have a serious conversation about everything. Right now his goal was to find out as much as he could about how Izuku felt in his angry state of mind.
Izuku walked up to him and stared. He didn’t look as pissed as he did a little while ago but he also didn’t look too pleased with him.
“Well?,” Izuku urged, trying to get Katsuki to hurry up.
Katsuki did his best to control his own temper. Instead of answering he walked over to one side of the training mat and began stretching.
After a few seconds Izuku did the same, they both fell into their usual routine without uttering a single word. When they were done they took their usual stance across from one another, getting into their fighting positions.
“Ready?,” Katsuki asked and Izuku nodded.
They fell into their routine of fighting, trading blows with each other. Somehow it was relaxing and exhilarating for them both. Katsuki could continue with this and not cause anything huge to happen but that wasn’t the intentions he had coming here.
“Y’know,” he started and could see the confusion in Izuku’s eyes at his sudden voice. “I’ve been wondering why you’re different with me then with the rest of our class even while your hit with a quirk.”
“What?,” Izuku questioned as he dodged a punch from Katsuki.
“You’re different with me,” Katsuki stated again, grunting as he barely managed to escape a kick coming his way.
“So what?,” Izuku scoffed.
“I want to know why,” Katsuki insisted.
“No. Stop talking already,” Izuku hissed, blocking a punch.
“You do know why though, right?”
”Kacchan, shut the fuck up and just fight me,” Izuku snapped.
“I’m not good at reading you when it comes to emotions, y’know,” Katsuki continued ignoring Izuku’s groan. “Even though you can see right through me all the time.”
“Why the hell are we talking about this right now?”
Katsuki grit his teeth as Izuku managed to punch his stomach. He took a deep breath and wiped off the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. “Actually that was a lie, I think i’m pretty good at reading you when it comes to certain things. Others not so much.”
Izuku sent another kick toward him. “Like fighting for example. I’m good at reading you when you fight,” He said, dodging.
“I know when you’re at your limit, when you’ve gone too far, when you’re going to go too far, when you cross the line between being strategic and just being downright fucking reckless,” Katsuki continued saying, even though he was already breathless and doing his best to keep up with Izuku’s moves while speaking at the same time.
“I know when you run out of energy to keep talking to your friends and how sometimes you push through and smile even though it’s fake,” he almost landed a hit on Izuku but he blocked at the last second.
Izuku’s face was blank, Katsuki wasn’t even sure if he was listening.
“I know when you need a break from the world and how you feel the weight and pressure of being the Symbol of Peace. How you carry so much fuckin’ guilt from the war, how you blame yourself—.”
”Stop talking, Kacchan,” Izuku sneered, his movements getting desperate.
“I know that your favorite color is red and your favorite food is Kastudon. I’ve known that since we were kids you actually loved the rain but since I hated it you always took the blame and said that you also hated it so the rest of our loser friends wouldn’t make us play in it.”
Katsuki could hear Izuku’s breath hitch as he inhaled deeply.
“I know that you have nightmares and that’s why I always catch you in the kitchen at 3 in the morning making coffee, using the same damn excuse that you just couldn’t sleep, right?”
Katsuki thought he could see a part of Izuku’s whole personality come back for a second in his eyes before another punch was thrown his way.
“I know that you’ll always put everybody else before yourself and it pisses me off like you wouldn’t believe.”
Izuku was looking like he was conflicted.
”I know that you text me in the middle of the night to make sure that I’m not dead because of everything that’s happened even though you do your best to play it off. It’s why I keep the sound on for my notifications during the night cause I know you wouldn’t be able to sleep without knowing for sure.”
“Stop,” Izuku hissed.
“I know your music taste, your goals, your dreams, your fears, your laughter, your hatred, I know you and more,” Katsuki said. “But, I also want you to know that there are some things I don’t know, so I rely on you to communicate with me cause that for damn sure isn’t something I’m good at doing.”
Izuku looked furious. “Then since you’re so damn good at knowing so much, why the hell are you so surprised with this side of me?!”
Katsuki’s eyes widened.
“My jealousy, my rage, my possessiveness, my confidence, you say you know my anger, but do you really, Kacchan!?”
Izuku wasn’t wrong. Katsuki had been acting like this part of Izuku didn’t exist. But, if Katsuki really thought about it, it wasn’t all that shocking. This really was just another part of Izuku. It just didn’t come out as often.
Katsuki took advantage of Izuku’s anger as a distraction and tackled him to the ground, pinning him to the floor.
“Ha? You think i’m surprised?,” Katsuki asked as Izuku struggled underneath him.
“You’re not as nice as everyone makes you out to be. I know for a damn fact that there are times you can get just as—or even more pissed off than I do,” Katsuki grinned. “When you’re fighting, you always get that stupid ass glint in your eyes. When someone hurts someone you care about you go batshit insane. When you think you can’t win you get yourself angry, right? Like me, cause you’re a nerd who likes to copy what I do.”
Izuku’s eyes were wide as he stared at him.
“But, I guess not many people have really noticed that huh, Izuku?”
The only sound that came from Izuku was his panting and harsh intakes of breaths as sweat rolled down the both of them. The smell of nitroglycerin and caramel in the air mixing with Izuku’s own smell. It was intoxicating.
Katsuki leaned forward, closer to Izuku’s face. “ Tell me, why am I the only one to know who you really are? Why do you show me, the person you should hate the most, every side of you?”
For a second nothing happened as Izuku processed Katsuki’s words. Then his face dropped and Izuku look pissed and confused as his eyebrows knit together.
Katsuki thought he slipped up and said something wrong so he continued. “I don’t hate it, in fact I'm fuckin’ glad you show me every part of you. I just want to understand, why?”
For a while no one spoke and Katsuki thought that this would be the end of their conversation. He was about to get up and leave when suddenly Izuku rolled them over, quickly reversing their positions.
Katsuki looked stumped for a second before he went to stop Izuku’s move but he activated his quirk to pin Katsuki to the ground. Katsuki’s eyes widened as Izuku straddled him, keeping his arms above his head.
“Oi—.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?,” Izuku hissed. “The person I should hate the most? Me—hate you?”
Katsuki went silent, shocked at the sudden switch.
Izuku’s eyes narrowed, “Are you actually stupid, Kacchan?”
Katsuki felt his temper rise and the urge to defend himself crawling up his spine, but he forced it down for the sake of them having this conversation in the first place. He needed to work on his temper and he needed to talk to Izuku or else they wouldn’t get any better and progress into a relationship that meant more.
He was fine if they stayed friends. I mean sure he would pine after him forever and if Izuku got with someone else he’d probably just die but if it was what Izuku wanted then that would be for the best.
“Look at me, Kacchan,” Izuku scowled. “Even being hit with a stupid ass quirk like this didn’t make me hate you. Why the fuck would you think I could ever hate you??”
“Are you really an idiot? Because of all the shit i’ve done to you in the past you—.”
“You’re still saying that stupid shit?,” Izuku interrupted, looking annoyed. “Kacchan you’ve died for me. You’ve almost died twice for me. I forgave you a long time ago and you’re still talking about this bullshit.”
Katsuki stayed quiet.
“It is not your decision whether or not I forgive you or don’t. It my fucking decision and I already made it a long damn time ago. So shut the fuck up already when it comes down to it.”
“Understand?,” Izuku asked.
When Katsuki didn’t answer right away Izuku leaned forward so close that Katsuki could feel their breaths intertwining. “I asked if you understand, Kacchan.”
Katsuki nodded.
Izuku leaned back. “Good.”
Katsuki sighed as silence filled the room. He suddenly felt exhausted. This was a lot of emotional shit that he was not used to. He wasn’t done just yet though.
Izuku wasn’t paying complete attention to what was happening and looked like he was thinking really hard about something. So Katsuki flipped their positions again while Izuku was defenseless, mimicking Izuku’s position.
Izuku looked caught off gaurd as his eyes went wide and his body tensed.
“Tomorrow,” Katsuki started. “Tomorrow if the quirk wears off come to my room. So we can really talk.”
Izuku didn’t answer him so he leant forward once more. “Understand that one, nerd?,” Katsuki mocked.
Izuku nodded.
“Good,” Katsuki said before getting off Izuku and walking out. “See you tomorrow then, Izuku.”