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Does Dynamight Have His Head In The Sky?!
Japan’s most eligible bachelor, Katsuki Bakugo, or Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight was recently spotted storming out of a high class restaurant, unbothered and cool as ever. After his explosive introduction into the world of Pro-Heroes and skyrocketing to the position as number one hero, it has not been lost on us that in spite of his loyal and adoring fanbase, Katsuki Bakugo is well known for an over ten year long single status.
And yet, the venue he was seen departing is a notorious location for romantic dates! This venue has it all – candlelit dinners, chandeliers, and gorgeous views of the city of Tokyo. Our favorite crass hero was quick to dismiss the paparazzi ‘extras’ that sought answers to his appearance at such a popular romantic rendezvous for the social elite. No pictures were able to be posted due to profanity in his hand gestures.
Shortly after, Shindo Yo, popular hero Grand was seen exiting the building and scratching his head. Fortunately for our crew on the ground waiting with bated breath, the starry eyed ladykiller was much more willing to entertain some of our questions, and quickly confirmed that he had been on a date with Dynamight.
When inquired as to whether he had been seeing Dynamight for a while, he offered a signature smile that made even the camera girls swoon.
“Nah. This was our first date. And, well, our last, I suppose,” Yo indicated sheepishly. “I guess I just wasn’t good enough for him. He walked out within five minutes of the date. It sucks, I was really looking forward to it. Thought we could be good for each other.”
The Shindo Yo? Not good enough?! Naturally, our girls on the ground were aghast at the implication! But fear not, Yo! Recent sources indicate that you are not alone in this phenomenon – though Katsuki Bakugo is known to have been on many dates in the last year, almost all of them have been rumored to have ended in the same manner or, worse yet, before the date even started! It begs the burning question – if someone like the great hero Shindo Yo isn’t good enough for him, who is? With all that flying he does during his hero work, is Dynamight’s head up in the sky when it comes to his expectations for dating prospects?!
“S’fuckin’ bullshit,” Katsuki scoffed, sliding his drink across the table. Jirou leaned on her elbows across from him, Momo beside her, and Eijirou and Mina were to his right. “Shindo Yo doesn’t even talk to his mom. That’s a red flag.”
“I dunno, man. They kind of have a point,” Eijirou laughed. “Didn’t you turn Shoto down because he didn’t cry when he was upset?”
“He just wants a sensitive man, that’s all,” Mina cooed, hanging on Eijirou’s arm. “Someone sweet and kind to balance him out.”
“But strong, too, yeah?” Eijirou put in, raising an eyebrow.
“Fucking obviously,” Katsuki grumbled.
“Kats, baby, I get it. Me too. I’d offer Ei, here, but, well.” She grinned, leaning further into his side. “He’s spoken for.”
A snort echoed from across the table, Jirou’s hand coming up to clasp around her mouth. “Right. He wants them sweet and kind until they take him to the bedroom to fuck. He had someone sweet – you dated that vet for a few days, didn’t you?”
“He was fuckin’ boring,” Katsuki grumbled. “Fucker didn’t know how to kiss.”
“You mean he didn’t know how to kiss rough,” Jirou corrected, poking him with her ear jack.
“I don’t want a fuckin’ wimp! If I’m gonna date someone, they’ve gotta be the damned best!” Katsuki barked, waving her off. “Don’t pussyfoot around me. What fucking part of me looks like I need or want that.”
“But then you don’t like when they’re too much like you, either,” Momo pointed out lightly, her lips curled into a soft smile. “Wasn’t there that one gentleman recently, the one who was so loud and crass–”
“Hah? That bastard had his thumb up his ass. He wasn’t jack shit like me. Wouldn’t know ambition if it punched him square in the jaw.”
“He was a college student!” Eijirou wheezed, doubling over and slamming his fist into the table.
“AND?!” Katsuki snapped. “Dude wanted to go for an Art major. Art. The fuck? That’s not financially stable. He had a shitty car, too.”
A rumble interjected beside him, a cleared throat that cut in to reveal a sly dimpled smile and hair with golden streaks. “Pardon for interrupting. You’re Dynamight, aren’t you?”
Katsuki’s crimson eyes narrowed, scanning him up and down. He didn’t answer, instead exhaling sharply through his nostrils.
“Well. I suppose I’d best just cut to the point,” The extra chuckled, leaning against the chair beside Katsuki. “I’ve admired you for a while now. Your drive – it’s really something, and I figured I’d shoot my shot. I thought maybe we could go on a date to get to know each other–”
“Think again,” Katsuki scoffed, turning away. “Not interested.”
The extra blinked, as though a little taken aback by the quick shut down. True, his voice had a unique singing cadence to it, an echo that soothed a little with each sultry word he spoke – quirk related, probably – but it wasn’t anything Katsuki found too interesting.
“Right,” He said finally, dipping his head a little. “My apologies. Have a nice day.”
After Golden Streaks had parted, Mina leaned forward across the table. “What was wrong this time? He seemed attractive,” She inquired conspiratorially, those freaky raccoon eyes dancing in excitement. He glowered her way, but she remained unintimidated, patiently awaiting an answer.
“Five-ten,” He huffed after a long minute. The table erupted in a chorus of snickers. “Oi, don’t fucking laugh.”
“You’re five-eight, Katsuki,” Jirou snickered.
“And?! So what if I want someone taller than me!”
“Not too tall, though, yeah?” Eijirou egged knowingly.
“Course not, Shitty Hair! I don’t want the bastard looking down on me! Six feet is fine! No more, no less!”
“The point is,” Momo interjected gently, “Maybe your expectations are a little too high. Some of the things you want seem contradictory. Why not give someone a chance past those first impressions?”
“Tch.” Katsuki pushed up from the bar, tossing cash onto the counter. He slung his bag over his shoulder, stuffing his free hand into his pocket. “First impressions are everything. If you’re starting off a date by disappointing me, I’m not gonna waste my time past that.” He raised his chin a little, regarding his friends with a narrowed glare. “I don’t need this shit from you. You extras have been attached at the hip since high school.” He shook his head, grumbling under his breath as he turned to leave. “Fuckin’ hate couples.”
“Aw, come on, man, we aren’t so bad!” Eijirou called, but Katsuki didn’t deign them an answer.
After all, he had a date to get to.
8:02 PM.
The doorbell rang, and Katsuki was already flinging the door open, mouth contorted into a feral sneer. “Date’s off,” He quipped to the young man. Some sappy fuck from his agency, hair tousled in a neat look and clothing preppy. He hadn’t bothered to remember his name – fucker hadn’t impressed him yet, why would he waste a single braincell on that?
Prep hovered in the doorway, eyes wide and confused. Shuffled a little in place. “Um. Is… something wrong?”
“Yeah!” Katsuki snapped. “You’re fucking late!”
The guy frowned, checking the watch at his wrist, and the utter patronization in the action caused a vein to throb in Katsuki’s temple. “But you said eight.”
“And it’s eight-oh-two! Ever heard of punctuality?! Now fuck off!” And with that, the door slammed shut hard enough to make the poor sap jump and cause the hinges to quiver in warning.
Katsuki’s arms throbbed, the skin bright red and furious after straining his quirk. The lights of the hospital were far too bright for the aching in his temples – he was half certain he had a concussion after that fall he’d taken. His hero costume was in tatters – having taken the brunt of some pretty hefty explosions during his last fight, he’d definitely need a replacement. The emergency responders on the scene had been adamant about taking him in an ambulance, but he was able to walk just fine on his own damn legs. Besides, the ambulance would take him to some random hospital. With his luck, he’d get stuck with some shitty medical interns that didn’t know their hand from their dick.
Katsuki stumbled, agitating and tearing back open the gash in his side. He hissed as the blood began to drip onto the linoleum, stumbling past the nurses station. “Oi. Shithead in today?” He quipped, ignoring their panicked protests – but even those were half-hearted, having dealt with Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight on more than one occasion.
The nurse – some cat-eared girl with glasses – sighed, slumping back into her seat. “Room three,” She informed wearily.
Katsuki grunted in acknowledgement, padding the remaining steps to the designated room and kicking the door open with a sudden bang.
Sunny green eyes didn’t appear startled, and the freckles on his cheeks didn’t so much as twitch. In the corner of the empty, pristine hospital room, mounted on the ceiling, the television was broadcasting the news and the most recent crime scene. So, in short, he was expecting him. That wasn’t much of a surprise, though. Katsuki barely grunted in greeting, lumbering over to the hospital bed and draping himself across it with a pained groan.
“Kacchan.”
“Hurry the fuck up, Deku. I need to finish my paperwork back at the agency.”
Those viridian eyes peered down at him, arms crossed over his chest and clad in a white lab coat. Izuku frowned disapprovingly. “Why didn’t you let the ambulance take you?”
“I can walk just fine on my own!” Katsuki snapped. “Now are you gonna patch me up or what?”
Izuku hummed, not in concession, but in thought. He gingerly pulled at the fabric of Katsuki’s hero suit, near where the red was seeping into the side. In spite of himself, he shivered at the featherlight touch – a trick of the damaged nerves, he swore vehemently.
A light prodding sent fire igniting up his side, and Katsuki stifled a wince.
“That hurt?”
“No,” Katsuki bit out. It did.
Izuku raised his head, those startling emeralds flecking across Katsuki’s face for half a second. “I’ll have Etsuko bring some pain medication after I assess that concussion.”
“Don’t fucking patronize me. Cocky shit,” Katsuki huffed.
“Yet you refuse to be treated anywhere else unless you’re literally not conscious to object,” Izuku chirped cheerily, straightening. He withdrew a small flashlight from his pocket, shining it first in one eye, then the other. Katsuki kept his head raised in a defiant glare, barely allowing his muscles to twitch at the way the light intensified his headache. “The gash isn’t too deep, but I still want to do stitches. An MRI before you leave, too, to rule out any bad bleeds. Anywhere else besides your head?”
“Just scrapes,” Katsuki grumbled. “Arms are aching, but as long as I don’t use my quirk for a bit they’ll be fine. My side got busted up, so I’ll have some nasty bruises. Nothing I can’t handle.”
“Can I take a look?”
“Die,” Katsuki quipped, but he was already tugging his shirt off, wincing with the movement.
Izuku sat in the chair, rolling it to the bedside. “Lean back. I want to make sure there’s no abnormal swelling in your abdomen.”
Katsuki obeyed, glaring up at the fluorescent lightning above him. Those gentle hands pressed into his side, testing here and there but not putting enough pressure to hurt.
He didn’t know why he said it. Maybe it was to stave off the heat that was flooding to his face at the closeness. “Admit it. You're just wanting to feel me up, huh, Deku?” Katsuki jeered, smirking.
The hands stilled. Lifted off of him. When the silence stretched, Katsuki dared a glance towards Izuku, who was staring at him intently, but his cheeks had flushed to a bright pink. His freckles appeared even more prominent, somehow.
Like a strawberry.
If it wasn’t derpy Deku he was talking about, he’d have thought it was almost cute.
“I was just trying to check for abdominal bleeding. D-do you want me to get one of the nurses in the room, Kacchan? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” Izuku asked tentatively.
He wasn’t sure why the fine toothed point of that stare caused a cold sweat to prickle along his back. He wasn’t sure why those big eyes, so damn concerned, made something twist in his stomach, far more so than any of the bruising there. Once more, he was brought back to that river, the outstretched hand he had slapped away. Katsuki averted his eyes. “As if a nerd like you would make me uncomfortable,” He scoffed, trying to save face.
Izuku’s eyes continued to study him worriedly. “Are you sure? I can get Etsuko, if you want. I can’t imagine why else you’d ask something like that. You never have before. I don’t want you to think that I–”
“Haah?! I don’t need Whisker Face! It was a joke,” Katsuki huffed defensively.
“Right.”
The silence stretched.
Izuku cleared his throat a little, leaning back. “In any case, it mostly seems to be surface bruising. Though I imagine it’s going to hurt quite a bit for the next week.”
“Great,” Katsuki grunted, abruptly sitting up. “Can I go now?”
“Stitches and MRI, Kacchan,” Izuku reminded, and the peculiar air of the moment vanished. Katsuki suppressed a breath of relief.
The stitches were nothing. Compared to the hit he’d taken to his side, or the aching of his arms, he doubted he’d even have needed the lidocaine if Deku hadn’t been so insistent. As always, he was quick and efficient with them – he hadn’t graduated top doctor at his university for nothing, after all. Just because he couldn’t be a Pro-Hero without a quirk, didn’t mean he couldn’t save people, and upon accepting that, he’d thrown himself head first into the medical field.
Call him a damn sap for it, but Katsuki was just grateful they’d been able to repair their relationship. They weren’t friends, really, but there was something unshakable there that even Katsuki wasn’t foolish enough to deny. Something stable. Unchanging.
“What if I did?”
Katsuki blinked. Swiveled his head towards Izuku, who was pulling a steady string at the end of his gash. “Hah?”
“What if I did. Want to. Touch you, I mean.”
Katsuki was pretty sure his concussion might have been worse off than he’d thought, because there was no chance in hell something like that had come out of nerdy Deku’s timid mouth.
“N-not at work or anything. Obviously. I hadn’t even… I don’t think about that kind of stuff, when I’m focusing on a patient. I just meant more in a… general sense, I guess. As in, if I was attracted to you.” And though his head was focused on threading a needle through Katsuki’s skin, verdant curls shadowing over his freckled face, he could see the redness in the tips of his ears.
Katsuki just stared at him. Let out a breathy scoff. “Hah! So you did wanna feel me up. What are you, gay?” He teased with a wide grin, for lack of anything else to say.
“So what if I am?”
Katsuki’s mouth bobbed open. Shut.
He couldn’t wrap his mind around what the fuck the nerd was even saying. His brain had malfunctioned. Shut off entirely. System rebooting. Deku had been replaced by an imposter, surely. Because what he was saying just didn’t make any damn sense, and not in the nerdy muttering way that Deku normally didn’t make sense.
“You’re not gay,” Was what finally blurted out of his mouth when the base systems were back online.
Izuku sighed. Straightened, resolute and certain in a manner that his hesitant speech pattern before had failed to indicate. Katsuki wasn’t sure at what point he’d done so, but he was standing too. The adrenaline of the fight had long left his blood stream, but every nerve stood at attention, his very breath stalling in anticipation.
Emerald pools unwavering. “Kacchan, do you want to go out with me?”
Katsuki couldn’t help it.
He laughed.
Him? Go out with Deku? With nerdy, scrawny, quirkless Deku?
To his credit, same as he’d done all day, Izuku didn’t so much as flinch at the reaction. He did, however, take a slight step back – not in fear or retreat, but as though to give Katsuki more space. As though sensing the frantic desire to bolt that prompted sweat to accumulate in his palms.
“It… doesn’t have to be romantic,” Izuku assuaged, waving his hands placatingly. “We can just hang out, if you want. Do something other than banter in a hospital when you’re hurt.” He smiled softly, and maybe it was the new breadth of distance between them, but Katsuki’s laughter died a little in his throat.
Izuku stood just a little taller than him. About four inches, to be exact. He knew, because he remembered the exact moment Izuku had surpassed him with that second growth spurt, and how pissed he’d been.
Katsuki felt his jaw tighten.
There was no chance in hell. Someone like Deku? No fucking way.
“Fine, fine! I’ll let you take me out!” Katsuki snapped.
“Wait, really?!” Izuku visibly brightened at that, those big eyes going even bigger and more shimmering. Katsuki’s lip curled in distaste.
“That’s what I said, isn’t it?!” He barked. “We’ll go on a date! You’d better be prepared to fuckin’ die, nerd!”
His wimpy ass wouldn’t last two minutes on a date with Katsuki.
Izuku’s eyes creased in amusement. “I… don’t think that’s how dates work, Kacchan.” He laughed lightly, but Katsuki barely heard a word of it.
So he was fucking tall. He wouldn’t meet a god-damned other one of his standards, no one else had–
A rhythmic knocking interrupted his thoughts, and before he could get them in order, could even address the fact that he’d agreed to go on a date with Deku of all people, Izuku was opening the door to greet a delivery man.
“Doctor Midoriya, sorry to interrupt–” Cat-ears chirped, peering around the delivery man. “These are a bit too much… if you could…?” Three large boxes were stacked on top of each other on a dolly cart. Instinctively, Katsuki took a step forward.
“Oh! Hi! Thank you– Kacchan, don’t you dare.”
“Haah?!” Katsuki glared. “You callin’ me weak?! You can’t carry this shit.”
“You just got stitches, and you have a concussion. While I’ve no doubt that you can physically carry them, I’m not about to stitch you back up again, so sit your arrogant ass down,” Izuku scolded.
“You can’t tell me what to fucking do, nerd!”
“Actually, Kacchan, as your doctor–” Izuku huffed, crouching down at the base of the dolly cart.
And then he did the most peculiar thing;
He lifted all three boxes up in a single go.
“–I can.”
Katsuki’s throat went dry, watching as Izuku lifted them with perfect form, thigh muscles engaged and visible even through his scrubs. He swiftly brought them around the corner, into the room across the hall, and a considerate thud could be heard upon setting them down.
When Izuku returned, he seemed to have barely broken a sweat.
Katsuki, on the other hand, was steaming.
You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.
“So you have a date… I don’t see what the problem is,” Pinky hummed through the phone. “He’s the doctor that you were childhood friends with, right? Wasn’t doctor one of your Okay’d professions for suitors?”
Katsuki scowled. “Doctor’s fine, I guess,” He grumbled. “Smart and financially stable.” Deku’s face flashed in his mind, all smiling dimples and dancing freckles. “But it’s boring!” Katsuki shouted abruptly, willing that image away. “Someone who dates me should be the best! A CEO! No, a model! Fuckin’ Deku should be a doctor and a model if he wants to date me!”
Pinky was silent on the other end of the line, and then a small giggle resounded. “Do you even hear yourself?”
Katsuki’s steps stalled, and he glared at the signs to the subway. “Shut the fuck up, Pinky.”
“Well, okay. I know you. You wouldn’t date a man unless he met three of your standards right off the bat. So tell me more about him. There’s more to it, yeah? How tall is he?”
Katsuki’s glower deepened. “Six foot.”
A low whistle. “Six foot,” She repeated. “Anything else?”
Once more, the scene back in the hospital played in his mind. Izuku lifting up the three hefty boxes like it was nothing.
“He’s strong. Carried three massive packages that showed up while I was there. The delivery guy couldn’t carry ‘em,” Katsuki grumbled reluctantly.
“Strong,” Mina simpered. “That’s nice. Being able to carry a package isn’t a huge significator of that, though.”
“At once, Pinky.”
Mina laughed. “So he’s six feet tall, and super strong. And a doctor. Doesn’t sound like a bad first impression.”
Katsuki jabbed his finger onto the end call button before she could so much as start her next breath, seething.
She didn’t get it.
It was fucking Deku.
Katsuki found solace as he straightened his tie, eyeing the clock on the wall. A smug smirk upturned the corners of his lips. So Deku was tall, strong, and a doctor. He dressed like a classless nerd. Would probably wear a t-shirt that said ‘date shirt’ on it. And on top of that, he’d been late to every class when they were in school together. There was no chance in hell he’d be here on–
Ding.
Katsuki froze, eyes still latched to the clock.
08:00 PM.
Not a minute late.
It might not be him, He reasoned, and with a sudden surge of desperation, he flung the door open.
It turned out he was wrong about two things, as angry heat flooded his face. Rather than the stupid t-shirt he was expecting, Izuku was donned in a sleek, high-class black vest and matching slacks. His sleeves were half rolled up, an emerald green fabric that brightened his viridescent appearance and added a glowy sheen to his eyes, and his red tie was neatly done, for once.
He’d never known how to tie a tie. What the fuck?
“Did Inko tie that for you?” Katsuki taunted.
Izuku laughed, undaunted, holding out his arm. Reluctantly, Katsuki found himself taking it, the touch foreign in spite of his childhood friend’s steady hold. “No, Kacchan. I’m not a kid anymore, you know. I can tie a tie.”
“Fuckin’ news to me,” Katsuki grumbled in irritation as they headed towards the curb. Good. He could turn him down for having a shitty car.
“Oh! She says hi, by the way! I’m coming by to make her dinner this weekend,” Izuku chattered cheerily, oblivious to the bristling agitation emanating off of Katsuki. “You should come if you aren’t working. She’d love to see you!”
“Don’t you mean she’s making you dinner?” Katsuki bit out.
“No, she’s had a long work week,” Izuku hummed. “I wanted to do something nice for her.”
And Katsuki didn’t have anything to say to that. Especially considering he’d outright rejected Shindo Yo for not having a good relationship with his mom. It wasn’t as if he didn’t already know that Izuku treated his mother well. In that moment, he just hated that it was something he liked.
Unable to do anything except silently seethe, Katsuki didn’t notice right away when Izuku stopped, continuing to walk a few steps ahead of him until the arm around his trailed down to his wrist, sending goosebumps up his forearms.
“Oh, Kacchan. This is me,” Izuku informed, waving his keys, and Katsuki half turned.
His eyebrows shot to his hairline, and he stared.
And stared.
“Bullshit,” Katsuki scoffed in disbelief, anger roiling around inside of him. “You don’t own a Lexus.”
Izuku raised an eyebrow, smiling. He pressed a button on the key fob, and the tail lights flashed. “I might have splurged a little bit when I expanded my practice,” He admitted sheepishly as he tugged the door open for him. “But it’s really fun.”
Katsuki gritted his teeth, sliding into the passenger seat and yanking the door shut with a slam.
Katsuki would sooner tear his own arm off than admit it, but dinner went well.
Too well.
Izuku was ambitious. He’d grown his medical practice recently, but he was looking to expand and do some volunteer work here and there in underserved communities overseas. He was considering going into medical research as well, to learn more about the link between Quirks and medicine and how best to combine them and utilize that. For every eager thing Izuku expressed that he was excited about, for every tiny little checkmark on Katsuki’s long list of the ideal man, he found that stifled anger rooting and sprouting up like a hefty, green tree.
Particularly when, during the movie after, he looked over during a sad part to witness tears flowing from the nerd’s eyes.
Katsuki’s fingers tightened around the arm rest. “Are you fucking crying?!” He hissed, and Izuku didn’t even look his way, hands clasped together over his mouth, enraptured by the story unfolding on the screen.
“Kacchan, they thought they lost each other,” Izuku sobbed quietly. “He had to wait there thinking that the love of his life was dead because of him, and after losing their daughter–”
“Bastard would’ve gotten himself killed otherwise,” Katsuki grunted, but even he had to admit that the moment onscreen had manifested some mistyness in his own eyes.
Sure, it was refreshing being around somebody that wouldn’t keep their emotions locked up behind a stone wall. He wasn’t a fucking mind reader, so the more expressive, the better. A man who was afraid to cry or held shit back when he was upset or in pain was just a coward.
Deku had always been a crybaby, their entire lives. It wasn’t anything new. But in the context of what Katsuki wanted in a man? In the context of a date? A date which the nerdy fucker just happened to be Acing?
For fuck’s sake.
His only consolation came in the form of a shy but emboldened invitation after the movie.
“If you’re interested, Kacchan, I have this wine at home that I’ve been saving for a special occasion. It’s an imported brand – Uraraka-san gifted it to me for my birthday, but, well, it seemed too high class for me to open. Or, well, I’ve got some bourbon, too, if you’re not a wine person–”
“Quit yer chattering and let’s get the hell out of here already!” Katsuki barked, but his simmering anger had subsided, a certainty prompting that signature grin to split his face.
Because for all the boxes the shitty nerd had checked today, there was no chance in hell he’d blow Katsuki away when it came time to kiss him. Deku’s very personality screamed virgin – he’d be just as tentative as the veterinarian, and Katsuki could tell him to fuck off immediately after for being anything less than the best.
Deku would lose, Katsuki would win, and he’d prove himself right that nerdy little Deku had been a waste of time.
“Kacchan…”
There it was, in those startling emerald eyes – that flash of defiance, the bold-faced challenge in impossible odds that normally made Katsuki hate him a little.
But in the doorway to Izuku’s apartment, with those guileless emerald eyes looking at him like that, the very last thing Katsuki felt was hate. Rather, something else stirred in his gut, twisted in a way that outstretched hand had so long ago, and as Izuku took a step towards him, Katsuki had to suppress the reflex to step backwards. There was no chance in hell he’d run from the bastard. He was going to win. His palms were slicked with sweat, and he cursed himself for it, entirely blaming it on his boiling rage. Wiped them off on his slacks, not wanting his explosions to pop off and accidentally ignite anything. He wasn’t going to be the reason their first kiss sucked, after all. No, that was all Deku.
But Izuku’s hand came up to cradle Katsuki’s jaw, those striking eyes softening as he drew closer. Katsuki shivered a little, the air between them growing thick.
“I’ve had a really great time, tonight. It’s been fun to spend time with you, like this,” Izuku murmured, and his voice was barely a breath but Katsuki could taste it on his tongue.
He didn’t chase after it. Hands balled into fists, he only let himself pitch forward when Izuku did, only let his chin raise to meet him when Izuku’s grip on his jaw guided him.
This is it. He’s going to kiss like shit.
He tasted like fucking sunshine.
It started off tentatively, as Katsuki had expected. But not shy. Not uncertain. The movement of Izuku’s lips against his was slow, steady, but practiced, tugging him in closer, urging him to chase with every slight withdraw before pressing forward, deepening the kiss.
Katsuki felt the breath draw from his lungs, as though Izuku himself was responsible for the very movement that required life, entirely at his mercy. But rather than letting him up for air, Izuku’s fingers curled into his hair. Knotted tight against the back of his head, body pressed close. Katsuki stumbled, feeling the wall at his back, but Izuku’s other hand was on his hip, steadying him, and when Izuku’s mouth parted, tongue flicking in to taste, slow and sultry as though to savor every explorative movement. As though all that mattered was this moment between them.
Izuku caught Katsuki’s bottom lip between his teeth, an unbidden, traitorous whimper was coaxed from his throat. Part of him seized up at it, sudden awareness flooding him, this was Deku, what the fuck was he doing, this was Deku,
This was Izuku–
The hand on his hip soothed its grip, as though sensing it, and began drawing small circles down the small of his back. Shivers erupted across every inch of his skin, and Katsuki felt himself melt against Izuku’s body, relaxing into the kiss.
Every sigh was encouraged, soft needy sounds of longing pulled from him by a patient and coaxing hand. Treasured, like something precious, and in those hands, Katsuki became undone, unraveling to threads.
When Izuku finally pulled back, Katsuki could barely hold himself upright.
He didn’t go far, noses nearly touching and savoring in shared breaths. Katsuki’s pupils were blown to high heaven, cheekbones flushes as roses, unable to do anything other than stare at the beautiful man before him – and when? When had he become so beautiful? When had that nerdy childhood friend become something more? When had his mere touch caused Katsuki’s pulse to race and his entire body to stand at attention?
Izuku’s eyes remained closed, long lashes kissing the constellations of his freckled cheeks. He swallowed, smiling softly, and when those emerald pools finally emerged, Katsuki drowned in them.
“I’ve… wanted to do that, for a really long time,” He admitted softly.
Speechless, Katsuki could only exhale, “Oh.”
It took him far longer than necessary to gather himself as he trailed into the apartment after Izuku, staring at their interlocked fingers until they slipped from his grasp to reach for the cabinet. The damned nerd had literally kissed him stupid. But when he finally did, with his senses, flooded back an overwhelming, irrational fury.
“So, did you say you wanted the wine, or…”
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Katsuki exploded, his palms popping against his will. He couldn’t bring himself to care. Izuku laughed a little at the counter, shaking his head.
“You’re right, sorry. I should have figured you’d prefer the bourbon.”
“No! Shut the fuck up! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Katsuki seethed, his face flooded with heat. “Shitty fucking nerd! I’ll kill you!!”
Izuku glanced over with a frown. “Over bourbon?”
“Don’t patronize me, you little shit!” Katsuki stormed forward, fisting his hand into Izuku’s collar. He let out a sudden peep of surprise, a line of confusion drawing his brow. “I’ve had it with you!!! You think you’re fucking better than me?! Think this is some sort of fucking game?! Quit looking down on me, you bastard!!” He slammed his fist into the wall beside Izuku, and one of the magazines slid off the shelf, clattered onto the floor with a rustle of papers.
Izuku’s frown deepened, and he placed his hand over Katsuki’s fist. “Kacchan, what are you talking about?”
But Katsuki’s attention had momentarily been disrupted, drawn to the magazines, with a very clear photograph of Izuku printed into the page, shirtless and posed.
He scooped it up, steam emanating from his fingertips. “What the fuck is this?” He demanded in a low voice. His throat felt tight.
“O-oh!” Izuku’s face flushed, and he reached for the magazine. “Sorry, I thought I got rid of those – I did some modeling in college for a couple years to help pay off the schooling–”
“ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME?!”
Katsuki dropped his grip on Izuku, explosions bursting wildly from his palms, tendons in his neck pulled taut in fury. “DID PINKY PUT YOU UP TO THIS, SHITNERD?!” Not waiting for an answer, he let loose a small explosion into the nerd's derpy freckled face. Expecting it, Izuku side stepped it, backing into his living room with his hands raised placatingly.
“Kacchan–”
“No!” Katsuki shouted, storming forward. The shockwave of his explosions knocked some items off the shelves he brushed past, smoke coiling into the air. He half expected the fire alarm to go off, and equally couldn’t care less. “You motherfucker!”
“W-why are you yelling?!” Izuku shouted. “Hey, watch out – my All Might figurines– Kacchan!”
Katsuki would have expected the shitty nerd to cower from his explosions, in spite of knowing full well by now their strength was never something that would hurt him, even accidentally. But instead, Izuku stormed forward with a newfound fury, catching Katsuki’s right hook mid-swing and pivoting his other exploding palm away from him. He twisted his wrists to an uncomfortable angle, shoving him back and up against the wall. Katsuki grunted, struggling a little, and Izuku’s grip on his wrists tightened.
“No! Stop!” Izuku shouted, glowy green eyes blazing. “Quit exploding shit like a child and talk to me, you asshole!”
Katsuki gritted his teeth, glaring up at Izuku with all the defiance that laced his very genetic makeup. “I’m so sick of you!!! You’re six feet tall! You’re fucking strong!! You showed up at eight on the fucking dot, you have a nice fucking car, you held the fucking door open for me, you knew how to tie your shitty fucking tie! You’re ambitious and fucking smart and you’re kind to your damned mom!”
The resolve in Izuku’s expression faded a little, twisting into confusion. Even so, when Katsuki tried to lurch forward in rage, his grip held fast.
“You’re a damned crybaby, so you’re not afraid to fucking cry, but you’re not afraid to stand up to me!! You’re a fucking doctor and a model, and the date went fucking great!! And you can pin me against the wall!!! You kiss like a fucking god!!! There’s nothing fucking wrong with you!!!” Katsuki raged, his palms popping in spite of the fact that they were well angled away from either of them.
Izuku stared at him for a moment as Katsuki’s chest heaved, the twist in those soft features falling off his face like water into a blank, unreadable expression, with the exception of a tiny twitch of his lips, and Katsuki really wanted to wipe that fucking smirk off of Izuku’s face, with his fist or his own damned lips.
“So, what you’re saying is… you’re mad because the date went well and you think I’m perfect?”
Izuku couldn’t hide the amusement in his tone.
“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” Katsuki bellowed, but Izuku’s shoulders were quaking in laughter, that grin splitting ear to ear and dimpling both cheeks, those viridian eyes sparkling.
“So does this mean you’ll go out with me again?” He inquired. There was a degree of sunshine laden in his demeanor that almost took his breath away.
Katsuki seethed silently, his glare aimed with enough venom to level ten grown men. “THE FUCK DO YOU THINK?!”
And then Izuku was pressing into his space, capturing Katsuki’s lips in his, and stealing the very protests off his lips before they could even form. His body tensed, but as soon as one of those hands loosened their grip from his wrists, finding their way to fasten tight around Katsuki’s chin and angle his head upwards to deepen the kiss, he felt his muscles begin to grow languid. Angry palms relaxed. Arms brought up to fight instead looped over Izuku’s shoulders, pulling him ever closer.
After all, this was Izuku.
Has Dynamight Found A Picture-Perfect Guy?!
After a ten year long status as a bachelor, Pro Hero Dynamight has recently announced that he’s engaged to the accomplished Doctor Izuku Midoriya! On weekends, paparazzi have reported seeing the handsome gentleman volunteering. In every manner, he appears to be the stark opposite to Katsuki Bakugo’s crass nature. But rather than instigating conflict, other than what is evidently playful banter that comes with their history of being childhood friends, the two seem to get along perfectly!
When queried about their rather short time dating prior to the engagement, Katsuki Bakugo finally took the time to give us an answer at the tail end of one of their dates.
“I wasn’t going to settle for anything less than the best. And now that I’ve found it, I’m not letting him go. He’s mine.” He had then raised Izuku’s hand up proudly for the camera, boasting the ring that decorated his finger.
When Izuku was questioned, he merely smiled fondly.
“I’m just glad I finally got up the courage to try and change our friendship into something more. I mean, I’ve been in love with him since we were kids.” He peered at the Pro-Hero shyly. “Kacchan is amazing.”
And rather than basking in the praise or topping it off with some arrogance, instead, our former bachelor painted his cheeks with pink, and gave his lover’s hand a squeeze.
“Yeah,” Katsuki muttered, as though reluctant to admit it. And yet, when he looked over at Izuku, there was a deep appreciation there, a softened glow to stunning ruby never before seen. “You’re not so bad yourself.”