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Katsuki groaned, kicking the leg of the table with the toe of his heavy black boot and jolting all the books and pens splayed across it. Kirishima startled and looked up.
“Bro!” He said quietly. “This is a library! Don’t do that.”
Katsuki glared at him. “Fucking hurry up then, I want lunch already.”
“I told you, we’re meeting some people at 1. Still have 15 minutes, I just need to finish this chapter,” Kirishima told him before returning to his biology textbook and notes. They’d been studying in the library for almost 2 hours, and Katsuki had finished his work 30 minutes ago. He was never one for patience, but somehow his shitty friends had roped him into some lunch meet-up with a different group. He really wasn’t looking forward to it, but he also knew that his loud-ass, talkative friends could be a very effective shield in social situations. And they forced him into a lot of social situations.
He could’ve easily counted on one hand his number of friends before his 2nd year of middle school: one. Two, if he counted the stray dog that always followed him almost all the way home. He just wasn’t a friends person. He had the one he had, and he was good with that. That was, until that one friend moved halfway across the country and left him with just the dog.
Going into high school, he was still his brash, abrasive, narcissistic self, not expecting or wanting to make friends. But Kirishima saw Katsuki and somehow got the idea in his head that he had to be ‘bros’ with him. All the other dumbasses just followed along with Shitty Hair, and they’d all ended up in the same college, and boom, he was still stuck with them.
Finally, a quiet buzz emulated from Kirishima’s phone on the table and he looked up from his book, checking the text.
“Oh! Looks like they’re here! And they brought a new guy!” Katsuki grumbled. Great, more people. Kirishima closed his textbook and started gathering up all his stuff. “Let’s get moving, dude.”
Katsuki huffed and grabbed his bag off the floor, having already packed up. He stood, impatiently tapping his foot, watching Kirishima collect his shit and dump it into his bag haphazardly. When Kirishima eventually managed to grab the last pens and flyaway papers, Katsuki quickly made for the exit, ignoring the librarian’s farewell, and busting through the doors.
He breathed in the fresh air, much better than the inside of their stuffy school library, and Kirishima came out behind him.
“Where are we going?” Katsuki asked, having not been listening when Kirishima told him the first time.
“The other guys bought takeout, and we’re meeting them on the field picnic tables,” Kirishima answered, bounding down the steps like an overgrown puppy. Seriously, the guy was huge. Katsuki hated standing next to him because he felt so short, despite being a solid 5’9” and relatively bulky in terms of muscles. Over average, at least. But Kirishima was whole different story. Built like a tank with the personality and kindness of a golden retriever.
He followed Kirishima down the steps and towards the huge grassy expanse next to the campus. Katsuki had been at college for half a year now, and he had the campus mostly figured out. The field was one of his favorite places. He could do anything on it, including just take off running like he sometimes had the impulse of doing. Right now, though, he just fell into step beside his friend and waited for him to find whoever they were looking for.
His eyes roamed over the subtle hills of the field where students were milling about. Some where chatting on picnic blankets, some working in study groups, some playing music. Katsuki scowled at the music-players. If people wanted to hear their fucking racket, they’d ask.
“I think that’s them!” Kirishima called, reaching a tanned arm up to wave at a group of people on an opposite hill. Katsuki looked up, squinting at the group. He recognized Mina’s pink hair and Kaminari’s shock of yellow, as well as Sero’s tree figure, and noticed the two tall men and two short women he didn’t recognize, but what really caught his eye was a slightly less tall boy in the middle of it all. The boy had green hair. Green hair, and a relaxed posture, with his hands moving about wildly as he said something to Kaminari and the guy with white and red hair.
No, there was no fucking way.
As the other group came closer, Katsuki slowly realized that, yes, there was a fucking way. Because somehow, Deku himself was standing on the grass at Katsuki’s school, 10 feet in front of him for the first time in five years. Deku laughed and Katsuki felt his heart twinge, then Deku turned to meet his eyes and they both froze.
Deku’s emerald eyes flashed in recognition and his mouth fell open slightly. Katsuki just kept staring. What the hell was he supposed to do here? His childhood friend turned kind of bullying victim but-still-friend turned nothing was right there. Deku was right there. Why was Deku right there?
But he also wasn’t quite sure this was Deku. The Deku of Katsuki’s memories was small, spindly, and overall tiny. He shrunk into himself nervously around strangers. This Deku was tall and a fit with lean muscles, and he had an air of confidence and security. But he still had the same dumb freckles everywhere, and the same dumb bright eyes, and the same wild forest hair that looked like he’d walked through a windstorm every morning.
Suddenly, there was a glint in Deku’s eye that Katsuki recognized from all those years ago, and both boy’s body language went tense. Katsuki dropped his book bag off his shoulder, brought up his hands ever so slightly, and…
In a flash of green and blonde, they lunged at each other and started their familiar struggle to wrestle the other to the ground. Deku’s hand caught Katsuki left hook and he swung up to try and land a hit on Katsuki’s stomach, but Katsuki wasn’t planning on exchanging punches this time. He threw himself into Deku with all his weight, sending them both toppling to the ground. Deku yelped and kicked up at Katsuki’s chest, and Katsuki nearly laughed when he saw the customary red high tops. He couldn’t believe Deku was still wearing those.
The red shoe connected with his chest and made him fly sideways onto his back, just barely grabbing Deku’s shirt collar. He used the momentum of his fall and Deku’s attempt to jump on top of him to fling Deku over him and further down the hill, rolling them both over until he landed on him heavily. Katsuki was about to announce his triumph when Deku grinned up at him mischievously. Before he knew what was happening, legs hooked over his shoulder from under his arms and he was slammed back into the dirt and grass.
Shit, the nerd had learned some new moves. Still not good enough for Katsuki, though.
Katsuki grabbed Deku’s ankle and threw his legs to the side, and then before he could do anything more, he was being dragged away.
He glared up and Kirishima and tried to wriggle free. “Let me go, Shitty Hair!” He yelled. He heard Deku yelp and turned to see him being caged in the arms of the big guy with glasses, looking flushed and pouty like a grumpy bunny.
“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?” Kirishima snapped, pulling Katsuki to his feet by the shirt collar and glaring at him. Katsuki grabbed Kirishima’s arm and kicked his legs around to try and get free.
“All Fight!” Deku and Katsuki said at the same time. Katsuki let loose a tiny laugh at their simultaneous answers and used Kirishima’s moment of shock to kick him in the shins, making Shitty Hair drop him to the ground. He whirled around to see Deku being chided by Four Eyes and the brunette with a round face. As if Deku could sense him staring, he turned to meet Katsuki’s eyes and broke into a grin. The same sunny grin he’d always had.
“I won!” He announced.
“You so fucking did not! We didn’t finish!”
“I had you pinned and then the fight ended, that means I won,” Deku claimed, closing the distance between the two of them despite his friend’s protests behind him.
Katsuki glared up at him, shoving down the sudden shock that Deku was now taller than him. Fuck that, he’d still be the intimidating one here. “That doesn’t fucking count,” he growled.
“It totally does! Now, you know the rules,” Deku said, holding out and upturned, expectant hand. Katsuki slapped the hand away, ignoring the new scars he saw on them.
“I’m not giving you any because you didn’t fucking win,” he said.
Deku wagged a finger at him. “You know the rules, Kacchan,” He repeated. Hearing the nickname again made Katsuki’s heart jump in his chest. “Give me candy or I get your left shoe,” he said, reciting the rules they made up for their ‘All Fights’, as they called them. At 4 years old, they both had decided on their future as superheroes, just like their comic book idol, All Might. Didn’t matter how much their parents told them it wasn’t possible, that’s what they were doing. They had started the wrestling matches as ‘practice for fighting villains’, which was genius plan to their toddler brains. The habit had stuck their whole lives, apparently even after 5 years of virtually no contact.
“I’m not giving you my shoe!” Katsuki yelled, completely forgetting that all of his and Deku’s friends were watching.
“Fine then!” Deku shifted into a fighting stance, crouching down. “Guess I’ll have to take them.”
“Rematch, Deku-” Katsuki cut himself off with an indignant yell as he was dragged backwards by Kirishima again.
"Bakubro, why the hell are you fighting strangers?” Kirishima cried.
“How can you hate Midoriya before you’ve been introduced!” Mina groaned, throwing her hands up. “This is a new low, even for your socially constipated ass.”
“I don’t fucking hate him and he’s not a fucking stranger!” Katsuki groaned loudly.
“You really mean that?” Katsuki looked up to meet Deku’s green eyes. They looked…teary. Yeah, this was definitely Deku.
“What the fuck, Deku,” Katsuki said flatly, shaking out of Kirishima’s hold. Suddenly, Deku broke free of his friends and tackled Katsuki with a hug. Katsuki hadn’t been expecting how heavy he was and had to twirl in a circle to keep from toppling back to the ground, which would’ve surely turned into another wrestling match. “Gah! Get off, you leech!” He yelped as Deku held him.
“I missed you, Kacchan!” Deku said, squeezing him tighter with his new, weirdly strong arms. Katsuki flailed around to try and push him off, but Deku didn’t let go.
Katsuki growled, face pressed into Deku’s shoulder, knowing what he needed to say. “Okay, fine, I missed you too. A little.” A lot.
He realized his mistake too late. He’d hoped the admission would make Deku let up, but instead, he found himself being lifted off his feet to Deku’s squeak of surprise. That was as much as he could take, and he lifted his legs to kick Deku’s thighs. Deku yelped and finally released him to the grass.
“Dammit, Deku,” Katsuki swore. “Since when did you get strong and shit?”
Deku grinned his stupid blinding grin that Katsuki missed so much and flexed his freckled arms. “Since the past five years, Kacchan!” He stepped towards Katsuki, grin turning playful and a bit mischievous. “And I guess I’m taller now.”
Katsuki yelled and lunged, but Deku had been expecting it and ducked under his arms, sweeping to the side. Instead, Katsuki rammed into Kirishima and wheezed. He turned to glare at Deku.
“You fucker, I’ll kill you for that.”
“I can’t control my height!”
“Yo, dudes,” Kaminari cut in, holding a hand out. “Can we back up maybe 5 or more steps here? You two know each other?”
“Obviously, dumbass,” Katsuki snarled as Deku said, “Yeah!”
“How?”
Katsuki and Deku gave each other a look, then Deku shrugged. “Childhood? I don’t know, Kacchan’s been my best friend since forever.”
“If you’re best friends then why are you throwing hands on sight?” Mina asked.
“All Fights,” Katsuki and Deku said, again at the exact same time.
“All Fight for All Might!” Deku chanted.
Katsuki groaned. “One for All and All for One,” he responded on automatic.
“We won’t give up ‘til evil is done!” they both finished, Deku saying it excitedly while Katsuki said it like he was being forced to by a crying child for the billionth time in a minute.
“You are so fucking stupid,” he grumbled. The two groups of friends were just staring at them, shell-shocked. Deku suddenly squeezed him into another hug, this one from the side, and Katsuki yelped and shove him off quickly. “Fuck off! You got your one hug, asshole!”
Deku let go. “I have five years of hugs backed up, though!”
“Nope, that’s not how it works.”
“Okay, what is the deal here?” Sero said abruptly.
“The fuck do you mean, Soy Sauce?” Katsuki snapped.
“I mean what’s the deal? You two start brawling the second you see each other –”
“ – which is very uncharacteristic behavior, Midoriya –” Four Eyes cut in.
“—and now your reciting rhymes and saying you’re best friends?” Sero finished.
“Yeah, and?” Katsuki said, frowning at Sero like he was an idiot. What exactly was he so confused about? That’s just how he and Deku were. Suddenly, all their friends burst into questions, voices overlapping.
“Since when do you have friends that aren’t us, Bakugou?”
“Why’d you never mention him?”
“What is All Fight?”
“Why did you want his shoe?”
“Why would you assault your friends?”
“What’s up with Deku and Kacchan?”
“Why do you-”
“UUUUUUGH!” Katsuki groaned at full volume, drawing it out. “Shut the fuck up!”
“This is a lot of questions!” Deku said, putting his hands out in front of him like his friends were going to attack.
“Can we just fucking eat?” Katsuki grumbled.
“You can ask us questions as we eat!” Deku suggested.
“No,” Katsuki corrected. “They can ask you questions. I’m not fucking dealing with that.”
“Fine then, Kacchan, I guess I’ll just tell them all about the time Auntie said you couldn’t keep Missy and you cried the whooole day.”
Katsuki’s eyes went wide and he kicked Deku’s leg. “Fuck you, I didn’t cry that much! And I was six!”
All of Katsuki’s friends had started laughing. “Missy?” Mina choked out.
“Missy was a stray dog who lived by our school!” Deku explained. “Kacchan named her.”
“He named a stray dog Missy?” Kaminari laughed incredulously.
“Yup! Full name Missile Launcher, of course.” Katsuki’s friends cackled even harder, and Katsuki growled and lunged at Deku. Deku met him head on, grabbing his hands and pushing back against him. Before they could go further, Kirishima and Four Eyes were dragging them apart again.
“Stop fucking doing that!” He yelled.
“Then stop attacking each other!” Kirishima responded.
“Midoriya, what has gotten into you?” Four Eyes said, chopping his arm up and down like a malfunctioning robot.
“It’s just Kacchan!” Deku said, like that explained everything. It should, at least Katsuki thought so.
“Does Kacchan make you feel sick or something, Midoriya?” The tall guy with half white, half red hair said, frowning.
“Don’t fucking call me that, you Canadian flag asshole!” Katsuki snapped.
The guy looked up with slightly wider eyes. “Am I the Canadian flag asshole?” he asked, voice monotone. Was he messing with him?
“Obviously, idiot!”
“Why can I not call you Kacchan? It is what Midoriya calls you, yes?”
“Yeah, and it’s what only Deku calls me,” Katsuki growled, feeling his old rage bubbling back up. “It would be Bakugou to you. Or you could just not ever speak to me, Half-n-Half bastard.”
The boy’s expression didn’t change one bit. “You have…creative nicknames, Bakugou. And you are very aggressive.”
Katsuki huffed and stomped towards him. “You have a fucking problem, Halfsie?”
Deku stopped him with a hand on his chest. “Kacchan, wait! Please don’t get into fights with my friends!”
“My name is Todoroki Shoto,” Half-n-Half said, bowing slightly. Okay, this guy had to be messing with him.
“And I don’t fucking care,” Katsuki retorted.
“Kacchan…” Deku whined, giving him a look. “You are not making a good impression here.”
“Tch, who cares about your shitty extras. Or my shitty extras, for that matter.”
“Aw, they’re your extras? Kacchan, you have friends!” Deku poked his head around Katsuki to look at the dumbass squad behind him. “How’d you manage that?”
“Hard work and perseverance!” Kirishima announced, pumping his fist.
“And a very long time!” Mina added.
“Shut the fuck up, all of you,” Katsuki interrupted, making his friends laugh. Katsuki tensed up, about to yell, then let out all the anger with a long huff and counting to ten like the school therapist had taught him. He turned back to Deku’s friends. “You fu-you people brought food, right?” Deku gave him a questioning look, then smiled. He returned the smile with a small glare and huffed growl.
“Yeah, we did!” Deku answered.
“Great,” Katsuki deadpanned, turning to grab his bag off the ground and then sitting down. Deku smiled and hopped over to sit next to him, then waved all their friends over. They looked cautious and confused, and Katsuki performed a mocking version of Deku’s smile and wave. Finally, all ten people were sitting on the grass in a circle, and Round Cheeks and the girl that made Katsuki think of a frog were taking food boxes out of their bags.
“Hey! We should all be formally introduced, first!” Kirishima said from his spot next to Katsuki.
“Oh, yeah!” Deku agreed from Katsuki’s other side. Wonderful, he was trapped between the sunshine extroverts. Maye it meant he’d have to talk less. “Okay, well my name is Midoriya Izuku! Nice to meet you all!” Katsuki friends tittered their greetings and pleasantries, a Katsuki just stayed quiet. There was a poke on his shoulder, and he turned to see Deku watching him expectantly.
He huffed. “Bakugou Katsuki.” Deku kept staring. “Nice to fucking meet you or whatever.” He rolled his eyes when Deku smiled. He tried to make himself care about the other’s names. Round Cheeks was Uraraka something-or-other, Four Eyes was Iida, and the frog girl told everyone to call her Tsu. Lastly, there was Todoroki fucking Shoto, and Katsuki hated that he remembered that full name. He tuned out when they started talking about majors and things, instead trying to keep himself in check, impatient for food.
He also couldn’t stop thinking about Deku next to him. They hadn’t seen each other in five years, and yet the second they did, it was like they’d never been apart. It made Katsuki feel those stupid warm fuzzies that Deku had been bringing around his whole life. He didn’t know what the feeling meant, he just knew that it was a good feeling, but he hated it because he didn’t get it.
He came out of head when he heard Deku start talking.
“-used to live pretty far away from here, but I got a scholarship middle of the year and now I’m transferring! It’ll-”
“WHAT?” Katsuki suddenly yelled, digging his fingers into the ground so hard he ripped up a chunk of dirt and grass. Deku beamed at him.
“Yeah! I’m starting classes next week!”
Katsuki heart was racing. He reached up the smear the dirt across Deku’s freckled cheeks, making him squeal. “And when were you going to tell me this?”
Deku laughed and tried to rub the dirt off his face, but really only succeeded in spreading it around. “I wanted to call you, but I don’t have your number anymore!”
Oh. Right. He’d destroyed a couple phones in his middle and high school days, meaning he didn’t have the same number he did five years ago. With a flutter in his chest, he wondered if Deku had ever tried calling or messaging him before.
“Also, I didn’t know you went to school here!” Deku continued.
“You could’ve asked my mom or something,” Katsuki said without meaning to. Why did he care about this so much? Yes, Deku was his friend. A friend he missed. (A lot.) But then why did he feel like he was going into cardiac arrest about going to school with the guy?
Deku opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. He puffed out his cheeks. “I-…I did not think of that.”
Katsuki hurled a fistful of grass him. “Idiot.”
Deku tried to slap the grass away, then gave Katsuki a wild grin. Katsuki returned it, but once again Kirishima grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him back, like he already could tell what they were about to do.
“Oh my God, what is up with you two?” Kirishima said, letting go of Katsuki shirt as he growled.
“Are you going to keep trying to fight each other this whole time?” Round Cheeks asked.
“You haven’t let us finish a fucking match yet, so yeah,” Katsuki snapped. Round Cheeks gave him a confused frown.
“Actually, I won, but Kacchan won’t admit it so we have to keep going,” Deku said with a cocky smile. Katsuki punched his shoulder, bumping him into Frog Girl next to him.
“You did not win, shitty nerd.”
“I did, and you owe me candy or a shoe already!”
“A…shoe?” Todoroki asked, frowning slightly. Every motion on the guy’s face was slight. He was practically expressionless.
“That’s the rule,” Deku explained. “Loser of the All Fight has to give winner candy within five minutes, or else the winner can throw their left shoe in the river.”
Katsuki’s friends started laughing behind him. Katsuki groaned and threw another chunk of dirt at Deku, hitting him square in the mouth. Deku coughed and spat grass out of his mouth, wiping it off his tongue with a disgusted look.
“Kacchan! That’s playing dirty.”
Katsuki couldn’t hold back a snort of laughter at the unintentional pun, and Deku giggled. The sound made his heart squeeze again.
“What kind of rules are those?” Kaminari cackled, halfway around the circle from Katsuki.
“The kind of rules a four-year-old makes up, Dunce Face,” Katsuki growled.
Sero laughed loudly. “So, you’re saying Bakubro has to give Midoriya candy or his shoe or you won’t stop fighting?”
“That, or we have to continue our match and one of us wins for sure,” Deku said.
As much as Katsuki wanted to keep wrestling with Deku like they were kids again, he also really wanted to eat. And his heart was so beating fast at the sound of Deku giggling that he wasn’t sure he’d win anyways. Not that he would ever say that out loud. Because of this, he groaned loudly, untied his left boot, took it off, and threw it Deku.
Deku barely caught the heavy thing with a small ‘oof’ as it connected with his chest. He held up the boot like a trophy, making his dumb curls bounce around and his eyes shine as he grinned.
“Ha! He admits defeat!”
“Like hell I do, I just want to eat already,” Katsuki growled. He took off his other boot for good measure and shifted into a cross-legged position, glaring as his friends laughed. “Deku, if you throw that in a river, I’ll kill you,” he warned.
Deku smiled and set the boot down next to him. “I don’t even think there’s a river near here.”
“So, are you done trying to jump each other?” Round Cheeks asked.
“For now,” Deku and Katsuki answered in synch. Katsuki scowled at him as Deku smiled and laughed some more.
“Damn shitty nerd,” Katsuki grumbled with a hint of affection. “Can we fucking eat now or am I gonna have to leave for my own shit?”
“There is no need for that kind of language!” Four Eyes cut in, chopping his hand up and down.
Katsuki scowled at him. “Fuck you, I talk how I want.”
“Kacchan’s always been a potty mouth.”
Katsuki raised an eyebrow and snorted. “What are we, fucking five? Potty mouth?”
Deku moved towards him and Four Eyes jolted to attention, probably thinking it was another attack. But Katsuki knew better and leaned back to let Deku flop down face-up into his lap, smiling up at him. His green hair fell back, splaying out over Katsuki’s legs. Katsuki flicked his exposed forehead, making him laugh and stick his tongue out. Fuck, why did his stomach feel all fluttery?
“What the hell?” He heard Kaminari murmur under his breath. Katsuki growled at him, but for some reason didn’t snap back. Something in the back of his mind told him it was because Deku was there, but he ignored the thought.
“Okay, well, if you two are done…with whatever you were doing, let’s eat!” Round Cheeks said, clapping her hands together and starting to open the takeout boxes.
“Yes, and then you are telling us all about this whole situation,” Mina said, putting her hands out towards the two of them and waving them around to make her point.
“I’d call it friendship?” Deku said, trying to look at her but keeping his head in Katsuki’s lap. Katsuki just rolled his eyes and grabbed the spiciest thing he could find in the spread of food.
Mina looked them up and down. “Yes…friendship…let’s elaborate on that.”
“I’ll try my best!” Deku said, all bright and cheery.
For the next 2 hours, Katsuki just sat back and listened to Deku talk animatedly about every little thing with their friends, only cutting in to add his perspective on certain stories or stop the nerd from mumbling. Deku eventually sat up from his lap to eat but didn’t move more than an inch away from him. On multiple occasions he had to use his Deku-senses to block an excited hand from hitting him in the nose, and after the fifth time he stuck his socked foot over Deku’s face as retribution.
Eventually, it hit the time where Katsuki had to get going to his later classes, as well as some of the other people in their group, so they packed up their stuff to go.
“Here you go, Kacchan!” Deku called before tossing his boots at him, which was unnecessary, seeing as they were sitting right next to each other. Katsuki snatched them out of the air and shoved them on, then put a hand on Deku’s head to push himself up to his feet. Deku laughed and swatted his hand away, then grabbed onto his elbow. Katsuki couldn’t tell if Deku was trying to stand or pull Katsuki down again, but he didn’t let himself fall and Deku soon jumped up next to him.
Then, with all the courage of a crazy man, Deku lifted a hand and shoved it down into Katsuki spiky blonde hair, ruffling it around and bringing attention to their height difference. Katsuki kicked him in the shins, growling, but Deku just jumped away and laughed.
“Oh, hey!” Deku said before Katsuki could tackle him. He pulled a yellow phone out of his pocket, and Katsuki could immediately tell it had an All Might case. Deku held the phone out to him. “Here, give me your number so I can have it again!”
Katsuki grabbed the phone and saw that it was open to a contact by the name of kacchan!! :( with his old phone number typed out below. He scowled.
“Why do I get a frowny face?”
Deku startled, then rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Oh, well…I texted you a bunch after I left but you never responded…so…”
Katsuki heart hurt to think that he could’ve been in contact with Deku all this time. “I…I was so pissed that you left I smashed my phone, and the hag didn’t let me get a new one for a year,” he explained.
Deku’s eyes went wide, then he started to laugh. “Oh my God, Kacchan. Why would you-of course.”
“Of course?” Katsuki snapped. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Deku waved a hand. “Never mind, just put your number in, I’ll change the name.”
Katsuki huffed at him, then switched the contact from his old number. At the last second, he changed the contact name to kacchan!! :D and handed the phone back. Deku giggled when he saw it, then typed something into his phone. Katsuki’s phone buzzed in his pocket and he put the new number under Deku :/.
“Great, now we’re in contact!” Deku beamed at him. “Talk to you later, Kacchan!”
“Yeah, whatever,” Katsuki responded with an instant of a smile. They each turned and walked back to their respective friend groups, and Katsuki caught all his friends staring at him with funny smiles that made him feel uneasy. “What?” He snapped.
“Nothing!” Mina said, grinning.
“Fucking li-”
“Kacchan, wait!” Katsuki turned to see Deku jogging over to him. He came to a stop in front of Katsuki holding out his hand like he was expecting a handshake. Like he was expecting the handshake.
“No,” Katsuki said immediately.
Deku shook his outstretched hand side to side. “C’mon, you have to.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Pleeeeeaaasee! It’s been five years! Please do it!” Deku whined. “Please, Kacchan? Just this one more time.” Katsuki knew full well that Deku would be trying this shit every time they saw each other, but he just groaned and rolled his eyes.
“Fine.”
Deku squealed in happy victory as Katsuki held out his hand the same way. They moved their hands towards each other, thumbs catching and then turning their hands into finger guns before pulling apart and pumping a fist in the air.
“Plus Ultra!” Deku shouted enthusiastically.
“Plus fuckin’ Ultra,” Katsuki deadpanned at the same time. “Why do you do this shit to me?”
“You never do things you don’t want to do, Kacchan, so I know you like it too,” Deku said with a grin.
“What the fuck?” He heard Kaminari whisper behind him, sounding honest-to-God distressed.
Katsuki turned his head back to glare at him, but Deku piped up. “One more thing, Kacchan!”
“What more could there fucking-” Katsuki cut himself off as soft lips were pressed against his cheek, and then Deku was racing off down the hill. Katsuki slapped a hand to his cheek and screeched. “WHAT THE FUCK, DEKU? GROSS!” He rubbed the leftover spit off his burning face and glared at Deku’s back as he ran across the grass, wanting to chase him but unable to or else he’d risk missing class. That bastard.
“I’m not fucking five years old anymore,” he growled under his breath. The cheek-kiss was a thing young Deku and Katsuki had picked up from their mothers. Though he wasn’t planning on doing it when they were fucking eighteen! When he turned around, his face still felt flushed and his chest was all fluttery, but he set his face in stone. His friends were staring at him with four pair of wide eyes. “Not a fucking word,” he warned. Of course, they didn’t listen.
“Is he your secret boyfriend or something?” Mina squealed.
“WHAT?” Katsuki shrieked. “NO! WHY WOULD YOU FUCKING THINK THAT?” His face was bright red now.
“Oh, I don’t know!” Sero said, throwing his hands up. “He kissed you and survived?”
“He laid on your lap and survived?” Kaminari said.
“He made you smile, like, fifty times!” Mina pointed out.
“You said only he could call you Kacchan!” Kirishima added to the list.
“You have a handshake!”
“And a rhyme thing!”
“That’s all friend shit!” Katsuki yelled in protest, whole body aflame in embarrassment.
“Sure, Bakugou.”