Chapter 15: 15
The football lands in Izuku's hands and he stares at it, like he's sincerely captured a newborn baby. Surprised, amazed, and truly, truly horrified.
Izuku is even more horrified when he snaps out of his daze to see the giant form of Kacchan barreling towards him. In the evening glint, the backyard lights barely illuminating Kacchan's dangerous crimson eyes, body moving like a finely tuned machine, Izuku's momentarily stunned by the breathtaking specimen coming straight at him. Izuku, of course, doesn't take his head out of his own ass to remember the danger he's in as the form he's salivating over plummets straight into him, knocking both of them on the grass.
"You ain't even trying, are you, nerd?" Izuku follows the bead of sweat from Katsuki's forehead, running down his chin, about to drip onto his face. Izuku swallows hotly, wanting nothing more than to dart his tongue out and taste Katsuki's salt. Urgh, he's so creepy. He shouldn't. He wont. Instead, Izuku carefully shifts under Katsuki, tries to maneuver himself so that his boner doesn't press into Kacchan's thigh, because this thing between them is new, and weird, and Izuku's been walking erect and stupid since that first night Kacchan blew his mind and Izuku blew his load. That was over a year ago, and since they started having sex, and Kacchan's actually started talking to him, and actually spending time with him, Izuku is simply overwhelmed.
How does he respond? How do mouths work?
"I guess I don't really like sports… I mean, e-sports, but that's not really…Ha… ha…" Izuku stammers out and internally winces at himself. He's talking so much nerdy shit next to the coolest guy he knows. Urgh. He really should keep his mouth shut. The more he talks, the more annoying he's going to be to Kacchan, and then this… this… whatever it is, its going to end. And Izuku doesn't think he can handle it. Being with Kacchan is liquid morphine injected straight into his dick and he doesn't think he can take the withdrawal. He only wishes he knew whether Kacchan felt the same way. No way, he tells himself. That would be ridiculous.
"Hm. Don't see why. You're the most competitive little fuck I've ever met." Kacchan postulates, thankfully not acknowledging Izuku's nervous ramble or his groundhog dick, popping up where it doesn't belong, and helps Izuku up off the ground.
"…The competition, is that why you like it?"
Katsuki stretches his arm across his chest in a stretch and looks into the distance, like he's seriously thinking of the answer. He's hopelessly handsome, pensive like this, and Izuku watches him, sure that his eyes were invented just to be locked on Kacchan.
"I like pushing my body, to see what it can do. The teamwork part of it is cool. Camaraderie and all the shit. Helps teach you how to accept help, how to be a leader and a follower."
"Pfft. Can't imagine you as a follower." Izuku laughs, and instantaneously regrets it, slamming a hand over his dumb mouth.
"Can't you?" Katsuki quirks an eyebrow, a mischievous hand gripping at Izuku's thigh. Izuku finds himself blushing and stuttering, the overly-intimate touch searing into his skin, considering that Katsuki's dad is right inside, and they're outside, and someone might see.
"K-Kacchan – your dad –" Izuku whispers harshly, eyes fixed in a shocked stare. His fuck-buddy just smirks at him. He leans in close, too close, his warm breath making shivers go up Izuku's spine. "I can show you how I can follow your lead real good tonight, Deku."
Izuku's tongue lies back limply in his throat, and Kacchan just gives him a rumbling laugh.
"Boys, get inside! It's time for dinner!" Masaru calls out. The two start to make their way out from the backyard into Katsuki's dad's living room. Izuku rubs his face hard, trying to hide the blush, re-adjusting himself as discreetly as he can. God, he's so pathetic. Stupid Kacchan just has to breathe wrong in his direction and all his blood decides to rush south. How is it, after over a year of sleeping together, all the electricity hasn't fizzled out?
After they started talking more, spending more time together outside the intimacy, it almost became… more exciting. Izuku was endlessly devastated to find out that not only did he fucking adore, love, lust after Kacchan, but he actually… really, really liked him. Thought he was funny, and charming, and a well-placed quip and joke from the stern man made his heart race.
"Besides, I think you should try it out. You've got a good build in your legs. Like a swimmer or a runner. You don't give yourself enough credit." Katsuki shrugs, but that very statement makes Izuku flush. He said it right in front of his dad! And even though there was nothing, objectively weird about the statement, it was so fucking nice that Izuku's head reeled with it.
Kacchan thinks he has good legs?! That he could be a good runner?!
That very thought was sprinting through his brain the second he saw the flier on the bulletin board outside his dorm. It, in very formal wording, asked whether anyone would be interested in starting an intramural soccer team. Izuku pushed down the anxious, insecure part of himself, on top of the fact that he's never even played soccer, and dialed the number.
Best decision he's made in college. Because on the other end of the line was Tenya Iida, the tall muscular more calf-than-common-sense nerd who ended up being one of his best friends.
Who just happens to be running towards him now, giving him the well-known signal before kicking hard. They've been playing together for over three years now, and can more-or-less read each other's minds. Izuku sprints to where Tenya ends up kicking the ball, to the surprise of the opposing team. All Izuku has to do is glance at the goalie, make a few quick calculations in his head, and kick as hard as he can. The ball hits the net and his team goes ballistic.
Izuku finds himself laughing as Iida lifts him up in his arms effortlessly and spins him around, the rest of his team crowding around him in congratulations and excited shouts. Izuku understood what Kacchan was talking about all those years ago, and somehow felt closer to the blonde, despite the distance.
The opposing team is just about done walking past, handing out handshakes and 'good games,' when he hears a sharp inhale of air to his right.
"Whoa…. Who is that?" Hagakure, one of Izuku's teammates, breathlessly asks. She follows the statement with a low, appreciative whistle, making Izuku follow her trail of vision to the figure that seems to be approaching them. Tall, blonde, stacked, tell-tale smirk on his handsome face and – oh. Oh no.
"Kacchan!" Izuku calls out, surprised, not being able to move a single step from where he's standing, surrounded by his teammates. He doesn't notice the pointed look Todoroki Shoto gives him, then the blonde, then back to him.
"Kacchan?" the non-descript girl asks, tilting her head curiously.
"Yeah, he's my – my…" Izuku pauses. His what? Izuku hadn't really thought about how he was going to introduce Kacchan to everyone. They agreed that their 'step-brothers' situation was going to stay a secret, and the only people that know on this campus are Ochaco and Shoto, but, but…
"Boyfriend." Todoroki finishes for him, ignoring how wide Izuku's eyes get. Hagakure lets out a half-disappointed "aw man!" before she's clapping Izuku on the back in congratulations.
Katsuki seems to ignore everybody else, sauntering right up to Izuku like he belongs there.
"Kacchan – I – "
"Good game, nerd. Knew you had it in you." Katsuki winks and Izuku feels his face grow hot.
"I – I thought you weren't flying in til tonight. I was… I was gonna get you from the airport!" he flails his arms. A sense of disappointment actually shoots through Izuku.
He had a whole plan. He was gonna pick up Kacchan at the airport, with some cheesy romantic sign. Kacchan was gonna lift him up and kiss him, like they're in a horrible rom-com. Kacchan was going to tell him all about the last three months of school in the car, and Izuku would play the playlist he's made just for Kacchan in the background. Kacchan would stop halfway through and say, 'man, this is some good ass music.' And then, Izuku would take Katsuki to the only spot on campus that he's found that does that crazy-hot chicken wing challenge, Izuku would watch his boyfriend garner a victory, and the restaurant would take a picture of the two of them for the wall, where their love would stay indefinitely for posterity. AND THEN. Since Izuku and Shoto had an agreement, his roommate would not be there tonight, and Izuku would get his brain fucked straight out of his body for the next 3+ hours, until Kacchan passes out from having too many orgasms. And THEN –
This wasn't part of the plan! He's not ready! He hasn't even cleaned his room, he's covered in sweat and grime, and, and, and -
"Nice to meet you! My name is Tenya Iida, I'm co-captains with Izuku of The Untouchaballs!" Izuku stares slack mouthed as, without hesitation, his co-captain shakes hands with Katsuki. Kacchan looks like he's working extremely hard to keep from laughing, instead shaking Tenya's hand right back, being a perfect gentleman.
"Izuku didn't tell us that his significant other would be stopping by, but its quite the pleasure! Would you like to join us for after-game beers?" Tenya asks simultaneously boisterously and politely.
Izuku widens his eyes again and shakes his head a minute amount, staring right back at Katsuki, praying that the other man a.) doesn't react to that significant other comment and b.) know that Izuku does not want him to say yes!!!!
Katsuki clearly understands that message. Izuku sighs in relief, his shoulders relaxing. Him and Kacchan have known each other their whole lives. They can talk without having to speak, so of course he'd understand Izuku's trepidation, and –
"Yeah, sure. Would love to get to know my boyfriend's friends better." With that, Katsuki wraps his arm around Izuku's shoulder possessively, and Izuku feels like he might literally implode. This is it. Kacchan was put on this earth to torture him. Izuku is Promethius and Katsuki's the eagle eating his liver every day, and Izuku's liver is, fuck, his sanity probably?
They agree to meet up after the rest of the team goes back to their dorms, showers and changes. That leaves Izuku and Kacchan and Shoto, walking in what Izuku figures is the most awkward walk to the dorms since, well, the time he asked Shoto to come pick him up from a dick appointment gone wrong in the first few weeks of college.
"So..." Izuku starts, desperate to fill the silence with something.
"I know that you're step-brothers," Shoto says plainly, and Izuku is pretty sure he's going to strangle his roommate on this fine day.
"Cool. You weird about it?" Katsuki responds, voice just as flat, and Izuku, panicked, looked from one man to the other in rapid succession.
"Nope. You gonna be a dick to 'Zuku?"
"Nope."
"That's settled then."
Izuku is about to rip his hair out as he ushers Katsuki into his room, spinning around indignant.
"I like him," Katsuki jokes, moving over to Izuku's bed and sitting down, bouncing a few times.
"Kacchan, why did you come early?" Izuku whines, despite being dragged in by Kacchan's gravitational pull, until he's between Katsuki's spread legs, his hands resting comfortably on his hips. Izuku shivers as the fingers start to rub against his back, and despite himself, he leans in, heart Formula-1 racing, making loop-de-loops along his ribcage.
"Got done early. Switched to an earlier flight. Wanted to see you," Kacchan's voice drops to that low, husky growl, and Izuku's putty in his hands.
"D-don't say things like that..." Izuku stammers, eyes already glazing over as Kacchan licks his lips, flashing his canines. Jesus, he's so weak for him.
"Fuck, Deku," Kacchan's hands are kneading against Izuku's thighs, and he's about to fall apart, chub already evident through his soccer shorts. Jesus. He hasn't felt Kacchan's touch in three months and its burning into him, searing him, and fuck beers, fuck Shoto, fuck everyone and everything. He's this close to just locking his door and keeping Kacchan in this bedroom for the next three days.
"So fucking hot. Jesus. Watching those fucking monster thighs work… I…"
Izuku's hands have a mind of their own, and they're wrapped around Katsuki's neck, brushing into the short strands of his spiky blonde hair, snaking into the longer tresses, massaging and pulling gently, too overwhelmed with the realization that he's here, Kacchan's here, to speak.
He looks down to meet lustful, glazed crimson eyes, and Izuku loses whatever sense of self-control he's got. He dives in, sucking that plush bottom lip into his mouth, tongues lavishing each other, greedy and impatient. He feels so good, so right, Izuku forgets to breathe, instead indulging his ravenous desire, tongue and teeth and spit, hands caressing the man's shoulders, his chest, his arms, feeling them move in tandem along his abdomen and then to his shorts, and –
Oh yeah. Izuku stops short, grabbing at Katsuki's hands before he has the opportunity to pull them down. If they're having sex for the first time in 3 months, it sure isn't going to be with swamp-dick.
"I gotta shower." Izuku whispers into Katsuki's lips, hoping desperately that it doesn't ruin this frisky mood his boyfriend is in. Kacchan's hands trail to his ass and, playfully, he gives each cheek a squeeze.
"Shit. Me too. Get started." Katsuki lets go of Izuku, and the shorter man staggers back. Whoa. WHOA. No way. Is Kacchan… are they going to…. In the shower???
Swallowing the soccer-ball sized lump in his throat, Izuku just nods and goes into his bathroom, turning on the shower. Izuku isn't sure if he's ready to see Kacchan, wet and naked and hard. He'd probably cum instantaneously and black out. But this opportunity… Izuku salivates.
He's daydreaming, soapy suds lathered on haphazardly, mostly focused on his dick and balls before going to his offending armpits, when the bathroom door opens. Izuku goes absolutely still, not saying a word, each rustle of clothes coming off his step-brother ridiculously loud and making Izuku's already painful erection actually throb.
The technicalities of this are gonna be tough. Kacchan is huge, and these are dorm showers, how are they even going to both fit, much less not destroy the entire place amidst the impending ass-pounding?!
When the blonde pulls back the shower curtain and steps in, every thought pours out of Izuku and follows the water down the shower drain.
Jesus, he's gigantic. His broad shoulders, going into muscular arms, veiny and looking like they could kill Izuku, broad chest, pecs so hard Izuku could sharpen a knife on them, fucking too many abs for a human person, and his dick. Ohhhh, his dick. How does Kacchan not pass out every time he gets an erection? Izuku laps him up, eyes trailing down his body, before slowly making their way up to meet Kacchan's eyes.
"Like whatcha see?" Kacchan teases, like an idiot. Likes what he sees. HAH. Izuku would fucking build alters, invent religions, pray every day to the gods of hung-itude for Kacchan. Likes. Likes. Does the moon like the ocean? Does this galaxy like the sun? Does all life on the planet (save those bacteria that live in volcanoes) like oxygen?! Izuku can't live without him. Big stupid handsome idiot.
Izuku doesn't talk, he just grabs at Kacchan's hands and pulls the tall blonde under the water stream, trapping him in fervent, eager kisses. His wet skin feels like its burning Izuku, the slide of them against each other intoxicating, Katsuki's erection trapped between their stomachs throbbing, smoothly gliding between them with each move, rendering Izuku more and more insane with every second that passes.
"Hey. Didja wash your hair?" Kacchan whispers as Izuku breaks for a breath.
"Who cares?" Izuku retorts, jumping right back in for a kiss, only to be stopped by his step-brothers large hands against his chest.
"Let me. Before the water gets cold," Kacchan says, being entirely too reasonable. Even so, Izuku pouts. Katsuki leans down to grab a bottle of shampoo, squirting it into his hand. Slowly, gingerly he massages it into Izuku's curls.
Wow. It feels so good. Izuku has half a mind to actually purr, feeling soft and fuzzy, ready to be a kitty cat wrapped up on Kacchan's lap. He's so tender, so careful, and its making Izuku's heart do somersaults in his chest. He takes control, leaning Izuku back into the stream to rinse him off, then gently covers his curls with conditioner.
"Turn around," Katsuki orders, and Izuku complies. Taking the loofa, Izuku feels the scrub of body wash against his back. Kacchan's strong, rough hands feel fantastic with the glide of body wash, and Izuku's feeling so relaxed his erection actually decides to rest, just for a second.
Not for long thought, as the loofa trails down to his ass, and he can feel giant hands start to kneed at his cheeks. His breath hitches. Wordlessly, Kacchan presses down on the low of his back, and Izuku follows the larger man's lead gratefully. He bends over, resting his hands against the shower tile. Kacchan's fingers trail along his waist, gingerly skirting over his lower back, and he yelps as an appreciative smack rings out in Izuku's bathroom, the telltale throb of an ass well-spanked resonating on Izuku's skin.
"Damn. You been working out?" Katsuki admires, and Izuku smiles privately to himself. Yes, he had been. Look, his boyfriend is probably the hottest guy he's ever seen, and instead of being insecure about what they would look like together, Izuku decided to do something about it. Izuku can squat almost 300 pounds, and he shows it. All that effort was clearly worth it, with the way Kacchan seems to be lathering up and worshipping his muscular thighs.
With a wet squelch, Izuku feels a finger outlining the rim of his ass. All his nerves frayed, he does his best to be patient, yet he's surprised by his own groan of relief as the finger penetrates him. He relaxes instantly. He's tried to be good about staying relaxed and well trained for Kacchan over the past three months – he didn't want their first time again to hurt for either one of them, and he's been diligent with fingering himself and experimenting some new toys.
It's going to be a good weekend, Izuku decides.
"Kinda miss that defenseless skinny nerd who came in his pants from just looking at me…" Izuku hears murmured, as teeth graze the muscle of his ass, a persistent finger fucking in and out, punctuated by gentle bites of Kacchan's wicked mouth. He shakes under it. The tone doesn't sound disappointed, but a pang of fear shoots through Izuku anyway. Did he overdo things?
"Y-you don't like it…?" Izuku asks, insecurity replacing most of his arousal from like 5 seconds ago.
"I do. I do like it. Its fucking hot that you could kick my ass now. Fuck, Deku. You drive me crazy."
Izuku knows that the 'kicking his ass' part isn't true, but something breathy and needy in Kacchan's voice makes all the hair on the back of his neck stand up. That tone sounds an awful lot like that uncharacteristic begging Katsuki does when Izuku tops and… oh. Oh, okay. Well, shit. They have all weekend, Izuku reassures himself. But right now, it's his turn.
This isn't really like Kacchan. The whispering sweet nothings, the excessive conversation. The lack of urgency in his fingers. Izuku thought that, just like him, Kacchan would be ready to pounce at any second, thought that he'd be just as pent up as Izuku has been. Izuku arches his head, concerned, to catch the expression on Katsuki's face. He doesn't really know how to read it – eyebrows arched almost in awe, Kacchan fingertips trail from his ass, to his lower back, to his thighs and back, as if confirming that he's real as a second finger penetrates his needy rim. Something about it makes color spring to Izuku's cheeks. After everything, this tenderness, this admiration - its embarrassing, and Izuku wishes that Kacchan was balls-deep instead of caressing him, making his heart ache so bad that he can hardly breathe.
"Kacchan…." Izuku whines, and catches the tell-tale sign of a smirk on the blonde's lips.
"There's my whiny bottom. I'll give you something real nice, yeah?"
Kacchan seems to refocus, and to Izuku's gratitude, shoves in a third finger, a little roughly, fucking into him with escalating speeds. Izuku gets lost in the burn, the scissoring, pushing back, giving Kacchan a show, because he knows that Kacchan likes it when he's loud, when he cries out for him, when he moans for him.
The water's already turning cold, Izuku's arms are getting sore and his knees are shaking by the time Katsuki is satisfied with the prep. With another light smack against Izuku's ass, he positions himself, and all Izuku sees are bright lights, only thing holding him up Kacchan's strong hands against his hips, shaking already with the overwhelming sensation of fullness, of completeness.
The first few thrusts, Kacchan seems to be trying to be considerate, slow, letting Izuku adjust to the stretch, before bruising hands latch onto Izuku's hips and Kacchan pivots, sending earthquakes through Izuku's whole body. He grips into Izuku's hair and pulls, hard, one hand steady on his lower back, and Izuku moans out, each thrust leaving him unraveled, the soreness of the match compounding with the ache of his ass and Kacchan's harsh hands. It was like being alive for the first time in three months.
Kacchan leans over, burying himself to the hilt, pummeling Izuku's prostate until tears are rolling down his eyes, Izuku non-sensically babbling for something, whether it be for 'more' or 'deeper' or 'Kacchan' or 'please,' he's not sure. He doesn't know how long it last, only knows that his skin prickles with overstimulation, that he's on the brink of orgasm and it actually hurts, the bouncing of his cock as his gorgeous step-brother reminds him that, yes, Izuku's his, in every sense of the word.
Izuku tries to hide the pang of disappointed as, heaving for breath, Kacchan pulls out and stokes himself, cumming lazily onto his back. He lets the water stream wash off the droplets before turning Izuku around.
To Izuku's surprise, with a meaningful flash of Kacchan's eyes, the taller man gets on his knees and takes Izuku's weeping cock into his mouth. It takes literal seconds for the orgasm to rock through Izuku's body, Izuku's shaking frame leaning against Kacchan heavily as he moans out his name. Kacchan swallows every drop, too, and his eyes don't leave Izuku's as he licks his lips in appreciation, giving a tiny kiss to Izuku's spent head.
How Izuku can still blush, he doesn't know. What is up with Kacchan? His blonde counterpart is fucking around, and Izuku's almost stupid enough to maybe, maybe think that Kacchan is actually capable of, what, falling in love with him? No. It's a dumb thought. Despite that, Izuku feels the logic in his brain melt away with a gentle, intimate kiss, pressed against the body of the man that's ruined him for anybody else.
Changed, dried, and thoroughly fucked, Izuku intertwines their fingers, riding in a new kind of high as the pair make their way to the local bar.
Nothing could break down his amazing mood.
Nothing.
He walks towards his friends and his heart jumps into his throat as he sees a familiar brown bob, belonging to the same person that he's been systemically avoiding for the last few months. Whoops. Spoke too soon.
"Ah, Izuku! Sit down, sit down! Everyone, this is Izuku's significant other, Katsuki Bakugou!" That bastard Tenya calls out to everyone, and every eye turns towards them. Izuku doesn't even pull his hand away from Katsuki, too stunned with the ridiculousness of what is happening to be embarrassed.
Uraraka's eyes get real big as she stares at Izuku. Izuku, feigning ignorance, pretends that he doesn't notice her eyes burning into the two of them as he engages the rest of his friends in conversation, skillfully Matrixing through questions like, 'how did you two meet,' and 'how long have you been together,' and 'what are your plans for next year?'
Here's the thing. Is Izuku not allowed to be happy, to pretend that he's in a normal relationship for five goddamn minutes? Must he always be reminded that he's, a.) dating his step brother, b.) slept with said step-brother very shortly after his ex-girlfriend, who just happens to be sitting across from him, left him and c.) that him and Kacchan haven't talked about what's gonna happen after both of them graduate, which is… Well.
That requires them to talk about their feelings, and something might slip out in that conversation, like Izuku tearfully confessing that he loves him, that he'll give up everything and anything to stay with Kacchan, follow him around the world if he has to, as long as he can stay by his side. A normal conversation to have with anyone you've been dating for three months, of course. Even more normal when said person is your step-brother. Urgh. URGH.
Izuku doesn't recall when the group split up into smaller groups, or when he, Kacchan and Ochaco ended up standing off in their own corner, but there they are, and Izuku's ready to bolt.
"So, uh." Ochaco points between Izuku and Katsuki, and Izuku wishes he could shrivel up, turn into dust, and disintegrate.
"Yup," Katsuki says sharply, putting his hand around Izuku's shoulder and pulling him in, hard, almost defensive.
Ochaco laughs, putting her hands up in defeat. "You don't have to guard Izuku from me, I'm not going to try to steal him from you." Ochaco gives Izuku a meaningful look. "Not that I could, even if I wanted to."
Izuku sighs. Well. Look who it is. The consequences of his own actions. Maybe it's finally time to face them.
"Um, Kacchan, do you… do you mind grabbing me another drink?" Izuku and Katsuki stare at each other, and its that wordless communication happening all over again, because his amazing step-brother nods slowly, leaving himself and Ochaco alone.
"So, um. I'm just gonna get this out of the way. I'm sorry."
"… Izuku, its okay. I knew you had feelings for him. I'm happy that you're together. But, um. I'm kinda bummed." Izuku's eyes find Ochaco's, and he's surprised that they look sad, resigned. "We were friends for a long time before we started dating, and I thought. I hoped. We could still… I don't know. But you've been avoiding me, so, I guess that's it."
Izuku breathes in deeply. He's been such an ass.
"I know, Ocha. I'm sorry. I'm just…" Izuku sighs and his eyes dart to the blonde head of his stepbrother/boyfriend, chatting amicably with Tenya by the bar. "I was embarrassed. About my sexuality, and about him being my step-brother, and about lying to you. I wanted you to think I was this… I don't know, perfect person. I couldn't imagine you'd still want to be my friend after what I did. I'm a jerk."
"You aren't." Ochaco sighs. "I was really upset, you know? We were together for six months and you never told me that you were attracted to men, or that you had something going on with Katsuki. I didn't get it. But, um."
She rubs her arms. "Thank you."
Izuku furrows his eyebrows. "What? What for?"
"Well. Uhm. I was really mad. It didn't make sense to me how you can have feelings that intense for someone of the same gender. And then, um, I kind of thought about some things. About how I feel, and things that I brushed off because I thought, you know, it can't be romantic. I realized, um, a lot. About myself. And, well," as if on queue, the door to the bar opens and Uraraka's face lights up. She waves, and her roommate, Tsuyu, walks towards them, beaming. She naturally scoots under Ochaco's arm, and, to Izuku's hopeless surprise, Ochaco fucking… kisses her.
What? What?!
Izuku's jaw drops. "You're… you and Asui?" he chokes out, and the other girls beam at him.
"I never thought I had a chance," the shorter of the two, Asui Tsuyu, laments, and Uraraka lets out this gorgeous laugh and hits Izuku in his very bones. Katsuki comes back with drinks in hand, and the two pairs look at each other.
"Ay. I knew I liked you." Katsuki says, cheers-ing the blushing brunette with his beer, and the four of them laugh. A huge weight feels like it's rolled off Izuku's shoulders, and Ochaco and him exchange knowing looks as they walk their separate ways.
Snuggled on Izuku's twin bed in his dorm later that night, Izuku's head on Katsuki chest, he sighs happily.
"Thanks for going out with my friends today. I was… I was so nervous. Which is dumb, I know, but. They loved you."
"What's not to love?"
Izuku laughs. True. What's not to love? Izuku's mind races as he listens to his boyfriend's heartbeat, the silence between them comfortable, amicable. This is kind of serious, right? His boyfriend is meeting his friends, Izuku already has a ticket to come to Boston during spring break, and they sure as shit already know each other's parents, so…
"So, um, when I meet your friends…Any surprises I should know about?" Izuku asks.
"Only that they're a few clowns short of a circus."
"…What?"
"They're dumb as fuck."
"I'm sure they're not that dumb," Izuku pouts, and Katsuki raises his eyebrows expectantly.
"Watch this."
Katsuki turns to the red-stained lamp on Izuku's table and taps against the metallic base multiple times, letting it light and shut off. In seconds, his phone buzzes, and him and Izuku stare at it.
Dunce-face🤦: DUDE WHAT THE FUCK
Dunce-face🤦: BAKUBOY
Dunce-face🤦: THERES LIGHTS TURNING OFF AND ON IN YOUR ROOM
Dunce-face🤦: WE HAVE GHOSTS
Dunce-face🤦: OH MY GOD I'm SO SCARED WHERE ARE YOU
Izuku can hardly contain the snort as he snuggles in closer to his boyfriend, knowing full well he's got a lot to look forward to in the next few months.
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