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The place was full.
Full, full.
“Mirio, that’s the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard,” Neito, Izuku’s co-worker, had remarked immediately after their bar manager had proposed the idea. Izuku had laughed, agreeing fiercely with the sentiment. “Who the fuck actually wants Christmas in July?”
“C’mon guys!” The ever enthusiastic, Mirio gleefully responded. “You know things have been slow. Imagine how much fun everyone would have by celebrating the one holiday a year that everyone enjoys?!”
Biting the corner of his lip, Izuku groaned and petulantly stomped his feet in place. Light jingles sounded off from the bracelets that he had wrapped around his wrists. Any other night, he would have welcomed the stupid holiday event. He would be happily slinging drinks to the eager assholes from behind the bar who found him cute. Any other night, Izuku would have been salaciously strutting his outrageously, over-the-top, elf costume and raking in all of the extra tips that he was sure to get.
However, this wasn’t any other night.
This was the first weekend that Izuku had gotten off in the past three weeks. This was the first time, in a long time, that Izuku had made plans to get all of his friends, including the guy that he was seeing, to come and hang out with him. Today was his birthday. So what if his plans were to hang out at the very bar that he worked at? Izuku didn’t hate his job, nor did he hate the people that he worked with. He knew that his friends would all pitch in and cover his tab for the night but that wasn’t the point.
The point was that Izuku wanted to get absolutely wasted for his birthday (for free, mind you) and he didn’t trust any bartenders other than his co-workers to do just that.
Plus, Mirio owed him for placing him on-call for the night.
What was supposed to be a quiet, easy night, turned into anything but; proving Mirio right: a lot of people were eager to jump at the opportunity to celebrate Christmas in fucking July. Izuku’s eyes looked over at the sea of people inside the place. Many were dressed up as Santa, others dressed as reindeers, and some, like him, were also dressed up as elves. The rest of the patrons looked like they had rolled out of bed and grabbed the first thing in their closet that looked either green, red, or festive. For the most part though, everyone was dressed in different levels of scantily clad depending on how much effort was put into the costume. Izuku was surprised that anyone had anything in their house even remotely close to holiday attire.
Izuku knew he wasn’t the one to talk, though. He wasn’t planning on dressing up at all but being on-call meant that he had to be prepared to step behind the bar at a moment’s notice. Luckily, he had found a green, strapless bodysuit that he had used for a bunny costume back in college. He couldn’t remember why the bunny was green, but that was besides the point. It still fit him but it was snug around his ass (again, this would have been a great outfit to wear behind the bar if the hungry stares that he had gotten so far were anything to go by). He had to raid his roommate’s closet and grab her candy cane striped thigh highs, the same ones that she had wore for Halloween in the year prior. In his search for those, Izuku ended up finding two black hair ties with jingle bells attached to them; which he also swiped and wore them around his wrists. To top the outfit off, he wore his signature red sneakers, which Izuku was thankful that the color matched the festivities.
Mirio didn’t think to bother with decorations so the place still looked as it usually did; old license plates littered the walls and several posters of trippy art hung on several of the walls. The bar was known for it’s very eccentric atmosphere, even more so once the DJ came out at night.
The bar had two levels; of which Izuku was currently on the lower level, standing behind the wooden bar top that divided the lower floor into a split-level. The lower part of the split-level contained the bar with various stools and standing areas. The higher part contained more standing areas as well as places to play various bar games. If it wasn’t so packed, Izuku would have been playing floor Jenga, but there were two other parties full of Santas and elves ahead of him.
Izuku absentmindedly hummed to the sound of the music playing over the speakers. Pulling his phone out of his candy cane stripped thigh high, Izuku unlocked it and checked his notifications.
“Midoriya, I’m not sure why you’re even bothering.”
None of his friends were too fond of his new boyfriend. Could he even call him that? Yes, maybe the guy was an ass sometimes and yes, maybe he was sending Izuku mixed signals other times. But Izuku could tell that he was trying.
Sometimes.
“I know, Shou. I know.” Izuku drawled over the sound of the loud music as he rolled his eyes, foreseeing what his best friend was about to say. “He’s really not that bad.”
Shouto sighed and took another sip of his drink. He was one of the rolled-out-of-bed people, who opted to wear a plain, white v-neck with an open Santa jacket over it. His red Santa hat hung loosely over the red half of his bi-colored hair. “I wish you wouldn’t always try-”
“To see the good in people.” Izuku finished as he dejectedly locked his phone and slipped it back into the elastic on his thigh high. He ignored the deadpan expression Shouto gave him just like he was trying his best to ignore the lack of notifications on his phone. “I know. But he really is trying! The other day he bought me flowers.”
“People also bring flowers to funerals. They really aren’t special.”
Izuku snorted, about to retort just as a jello shot was slipped into his hand. A familiar brunette popped up on his side and as she did, Izuku jumped, an audible slap on his ass sounded on the other.
“Looking very cheeky here, Zuzu.” Himiko announced as she appeared on his opposite side. “You can’t show off the goods for free like this.”
Shouto chuckled and Ochako laughed as she raised her own jello shot to tap against Izuku’s. “C’mon, Izu. We can’t have you so sober on your birthday!”
Izuku laughed and he downed the shot, licking the gelatin off of the walls of the glass before he swallowed the contents. As soon as the shot glass parted from his lips, Himiko placed two more shots in both of his hands. “Whoa, wait -”
“Zuzu, trust us. You are way too sober.” Himiko smiled as Ochako placed a kiss on her cheeks. “When have we ever steered you wrong?”
“I can name many occasions!” Tsuyu approached the group from behind Ochako and smiled at Izuku’s outfit. She was dressed casually but threw a pair of reindeer antlers on. Ochako and Himiko seemed to both have matching strapless, red dresses with flared skirts and matching red Santa hats. “But for now, they have a point.”
“The party just started though -” Izuku tried to retort but was stopped before he could finish, Ochako and Himiko nudging his hands, and the shots, closer to his lips.
“It doesn’t matter, drink!” Ochako interrupted with a huge smile on her face and Izuku couldn’t help but cave in to their desires. He downed both simultaneously, slightly flinching at the burn on the way down before it settled into a welcome warmth.
He placed one shot glass inside the other just as two of his other friends walked up to join them. A look of realization crossed Ochako’s face.
“Happy birthday, Izuku!” Kyouka yelled as she ran to Izuku and wrapped her arms around him. She was wearing a red skater dress and also had opted for a simple reindeer headband adorned with red and green bells on the edges.
“I’m sorry we’re so late!” Momo added apologetically as she pulled her red Santa hat out of her purse and placed it on her head. “We were stuck in traffic for what felt like forever!”
“Are those my stockings?” Ochako muttered distantly as Himiko laughed.
“Those are definitely your stockings, babe. And I think his bracelets are my hair ties.”
“Another round on me!” Hanta yelled as he joined the group with a serving tray filled with shots and drinks. He was the only one brave enough to wear an ugly Christmas sweater in this smoldering, 90 degree heat. This was yet another reason why Christmas in July was a bad idea but again, the packed bar begged to differ. Hanta planted a light kiss on Shouto’s lips before handing out the shot glasses and glasses out to everyone.
Izuku’s heart stuttered at the combination. He was rethinking how drunk he wanted to get when he uttered, “Oh hell, are these jägerbombs?”
“You betcha!” Hanta smiled as he raised his cup in the air in toast. Everyone followed suit, followed lastly by Izuku, who was hoping that today would be one of the days that his tolerance would kick in. “To Izuku!”
“Happy birthday, Izuku!” All of his friends yelled in unison and for a split second, they were slightly louder than the music being played. Izuku could hear some hoots, howls, and claps that some patrons made from various directions. As loved as he felt, Izuku couldn’t help but feel that there was still something missing.
He looked up and unexpectedly saw a blond surrounded by multiple people leaning on a wall across the room. He was also wearing an open Santa jacket, but unlike Shouto, he was wearing a tight, black tank top that outlined every dip and peak his muscles had to offer. Izuku’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes lustfully ate up the juicy pecs that were laid out for the whole world to see. He couldn’t help but think back to Himiko’s words from earlier, damn, you’re just going to have that all out for free? The stranger’s smoldering red eyes locked onto Izuku’s, catching him in the act. He watched as the blond’s eyes narrowed and a smirk crossed his face. Fuck…
The sound of liquid sloshing brought Izuku back to his circle, as he watched his friends drop their bombs into their drink and down the contents of the glass. Izuku swallowed his reservations and proceeded to do the same.
A new dance party song blared over the speakers and the majority of his friends cheered.
“Let’s go dance!” Momo yelled as she grabbed Kyoka’s hand and started to lead her away.
The group agreed and followed but Izuku hung behind, instead reaching back for his phone. Ochako noticed the action and turned to him.
“Izu?” She asked, her voice laced with concern. Izuku hated that voice. He couldn’t take the pity that followed it. “Don’t let him ruin your day.”
“I’m not…” Izuku started as he saw the lack of notifications on his phone again. “I’m just…going to stick around and wait for him.”
Ochako pouted and Izuku chose to look back down at his phone. He really didn’t want to hear what she was going to say next but was remotely surprised when she replied with -
“Okay. Just… Find us when he gets here, okay?”
He gently nodded back at her and watched as she disappeared in the crowd of people, heading to the dance floor on the rooftop of the bar. Izuku shuffled the phone in his hand, toying with an idea in his mind, before he fully committed and unlocked his phone again. Immediately navigating to his messages app, his fingers danced over the screen, for once noticing how his previous seven texts had gone read but never answered. They were all sent on varying days within the past couple of weeks. The latest one was inviting him to the bar this very night to celebrate his birthday. Izuku tapped his fingers on the screen in thought before he followed through.
Hey, babe. It would mean a lot if you could make it. <
His thumb hovered over the send button for a few seconds before he finally did and immediately locked his phone afterwards. He could feel his nerves crawling under his skin, leaving little anxious bites in their wake. A billion thoughts were simultaneously running through his head but one stuck out louder than the others. What if he’s been trying to get a hold of me this entire time? Izuku unlocked his phone again and noticed there weren’t any notifications. Immediately, he restarted his phone. His foot was impatiently tapping on the floor beside him as he waited for it to boot up.
“Hey, cutie. Can I buy you a drink?”
Izuku internally cringed before putting on his best cute demeanor and turning to face another Santa reject. This guy had a plain, white shirt with a painted Santa jacket design in what looked to be… Is that sharpie?
“Sorry, I don’t really want anything,” Izuku replied in the nicest customer service tone that he could muster. “Thank you for offering!”
“Are you sure?”
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Izuku let his annoyance for people who didn’t take no for an answer get the better of him for a split second. He watched warily as the guy’s eyes washed over his body in want. When Izuku had first started bartending, this action had disgusted him. Nowadays, he saw it as more of a general annoyance than anything. “Yes, I’m sure.”
The guy leaned in close to Izuku’s ear before he was able to react. “Well, then I’d love to go somewhere quieter to get to know you better.”
Izuku tried to take a step back but was held firmly in place by the stranger, his hand grabbed onto Izuku’s waist. Grunting, Izuku tried to pry the stranger’s hands from his waist without causing a scene.
“Hey, baby.” A new voice sounded beside them causing the stranger to immediately release Izuku and back away. “Is everything okay?”
Looking up, Izuku locked eyes with the Santa from earlier, the one who was nonchalantly leaning against the wall.
The blond with the smoldering red eyes.
Izuku’s breath caught in his throat.
Unsure if the blond was addressing him or not, Izuku looked uncertainly between the two strangers. There was something burning behind the blond’s eyes that Izuku felt he was holding back. Something that Izuku felt he had the keys to and that at his command, the blond would let it unleash. The blond reached out and took his hand. “Baby, is he bothering you?”
“Y-yeah.” Izuku replied and shot the stranger a glance before the blond stepped in between them. Shoving away the side of him that admired this action, the side of him that felt protected; Izuku remembered that this was his workplace and that he didn’t want to cause a scene. Gripping the blond’s arm, he pulled the man’s attention back to him. “But baby, I’m fine. It’s okay. Let him go.”
“But he’s bothering you -”
“No,” Izuku gritted through clenched teeth and shot the stranger a glare. “He was just leaving.”
The stranger held both hands up in defense and walked away. Breathing out a sigh of relief, Izuku slowly unfurled his hands from the blond’s arm, realizing ashamedly how tightly he had held onto him.
“Shit, I’m sorry! I mean, thanks!” Izuku dragged a hand down his face in frustration and in attempt to hide the furious blush that had risen to his cheeks. “Ugh, I didn’t mean to hold you that hard.”
The blond watched as the stranger lost himself in the crowd before he laughed. “That wasn’t hard at all, nerd.”
“H-hey!” Izuku sputtered, the blush on his face deepening. “I’m not a nerd!”
The blond turned to look at him fully, examining him before snorting. “Yeah, okay.”
Izuku blinked in confusion and inhaled deeply, trying to force out all incoherent thought that this stranger was causing in him. The blond was unbelievably gorgeous and yes, maybe Izuku had gone way too long without being intimate with anyone else. Izuku. Focus. “What do you mean, ‘yeah, okay’?”
“Whatever you want it to mean.” The blond smirked and ruffled Izuku’s hair with his hand in jest. Izuku tried to swat it away. “Can you stay out of trouble or do you need me to stick around and fight off assholes the rest of the night for you?”
“I didn’t need your help.” Izuku muttered, trying his best to look annoyed. The blond seemed unfazed by his attempt.
“Oh really? Because you sure as hell looked like you had that really under control.”
Eye twitching, Izuku huffed, his retort dying on his lips as soon as he felt his thigh vibrate. He quickly reached for his phone, only to let out the breath he had been unknowingly holding when he noticed who the message was from.
Did the idiot get here yet? <
He groaned and let his arms fall limply to his sides. This was really fucking pathetic. Izuku felt conflicted and suddenly slightly tipsy. He knew that he knew better than this. Hell, his mother taught him better than to stick around waiting for anyone, much less some guy who really didn’t want anything to do with Izuku. His fingers tightened around his phone as he swallowed the knot starting to form in his throat. It was hard not to feel so rejected by someone and it was even harder since this was his first real relationship. He just wanted someone to talk to who didn’t feel like they were judging him. Someone who would help give him advice.
But maybe he should give up? Hell, his boyfriend hadn’t even shown up yet. Maybe Izuku was looking into this a lot more than he should be. Maybe his friends were right-
A glass full of a bright green drink was suddenly held out in front of him. Izuku traced the hand back to the face and noticed the vivid crimson looking back at his. Skeptically, Izuku eyed the drink warily, earning him an exasperated eye roll from the blond.
“Take it, shit nerd. ‘S not roofied. You just look like you could use a drink.”
Izuku blushed fiercely as he grabbed the glass. “That’s not…ugh. How did you know-”
“The guy in the front said it was your favorite.” Shrugging, the blond took a sip of his own drink, which looked to be whiskey and coke from what Izuku could tell. It slightly bothered him that he didn’t realize the moment the stranger had left his side. “He also said it was on the house…?” Red eyes wavered back to him, quizzically.
“That’s because I work here.” The stranger’s eyes lit up in clarity before Izuku continued. “…And it’s kind of my birthday.”
“Yeah, I got that much earlier.”
Drumming his fingers nervously on his glass, Izuku took a sip of his midori sour, both to calm himself and for courage, before extending his hand out to the blond. “I’m Izuku, by the way.”
“Katsuki.”
They both shook before going back to their respective drinks, both standing in the silent comfort of the noise and conversation around them. Izuku nervously joined Katsuki in leaning over the wooden bartop, looking over all of the patrons dressed in festive wear.
“Oi, d’ya wanna talk about it?”
Startled, Izuku raised a brow and Katsuki gestured to the phone strapped in his thigh high. Near instantly, all of his nerves ebbed away, replaced instead by a lingering hurt that seemed to be stuck to him like a bad stench. “Oh. That.”
“I know desperate when I see it.” Katsuki laughed at the scowl that Izuku immediately responded with. “Or heartbreak. Let me guess, your idiot significant other bailed on you tonight?”
Rolling his eyes, Izuku looked back at the sea of patrons. “Boyfriend. And yeah, something like that, I guess. I mean, he didn’t even tell me he was coming so I guess I shouldn’t really be disappointed”
“Fuck that. If you love someone, it’s your obligation to be there whether or not they ask you to be there.”
Instead of dwelling on that truth, Izuku shrugged off the comment and sloshed the ice around in his cup, mesmerized in how the green liquid swirled around the frozen blocks. He felt his thoughts slowly melding in with the music, getting lost in the beat and the words that were being sung. A welcome warmth traversed through his veins, making him feel nice and floaty. Izuku’s lips suddenly moved on their own.
“Weren’t you here with your friends?”
Katsuki looked at him with brow raised, confusion covering his face for a split second before it dissolved into understanding. “They’re on the dance floor. I don’t dance.”
“That’s a lie. Everyone can dance.”
“I didn’t say that I can’t dance.”
Izuku smirked and turned, leaning his lower back on the edge of the bar top, relishing in the way Katsuki’s eyes trailed over his body. “Then tell me, why don’t you dance?”
Katsuki broke his gaze away from him and shrugged, taking another sip of his drink before placing it down on the bar top. “Guess I just haven’t found the right person to do it with yet.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
Katsuki added a humorless chuckle, keeping his eyes pinned on the sea of people in front of them. “Don’t think I don’t realize you trying to change the subject. ‘S okay if you don’t wanna talk about it. After all, ‘s your birthday. If you want to spend it waiting around for a fuckin’ extra, I’m not gonna stop you.”
Izuku flicked the tips of his fingernails in thought, slowly losing himself in the atmosphere around him. He wanted to tell Katsuki all about his boyfriend but at the same time, he didn’t want to taint the version of Izuku that Katsuki already painted in his mind. In Katsuki, Izuku saw a possible friend who could help him get over what he was going through. However, he also saw Katsuki as someone who could help him really get over his sad excuse for a boyfriend. Izuku shook his head, ridding himself of the thought, no use in even entertaining that idea. Katsuki wasn’t interested in him like that anyway.
But it was still nice. The moment. With a potential new…something.
The music shifted into into a dance mix with a higher tempo, Izuku didn’t have to look at the time to know that the DJ would be coming on soon. He took another sweep of the room, the lower area in front of them was somehow more dense with people than it had been before. Somewhere to their left, the booming sound of Jenga blocks hitting the floor filled the void followed closely with the frustrated groans of the players.
“It just sucks.” Izuku responded in the empty space between him and Katsuki. Part of him didn’t even think Katsuki was paying attention to him but was surprised when his ruby gaze shifted to him.
“I know, I’ve been through it. You can’t let that keep you from cutting your loses and moving on. You deserve more than a mediocre love.”
Izuku blinked in disbelief. “You’ve been through this?” Unfortunately, Katsuki was mid sip and choked on his drink. Izuku immediately reached out to pat the blond on his back only to have his arm swatted away.
“You’re an idiot.” Katsuki choked out, heaving to catch his breath as he glared at Izuku. “Is that really the only thing you got out of everything I said?” Izuku started to speak but Katsuki continued. “This is the second time you’ve alluded to something. So spit it out, nerd. What are you trying to say?”
Izuku laughed, not entirely sure what caused him to start. The noise in the bar dropped a few decibels and he could hear the DJ coming on and announcing himself over the speakers. “You’re just…you.”
Katsuki narrowed his eyes at Izuku and took a challenging step towards him. “And?”
“Y-you’re…” Izuku could feel the heat rising to his face as he took a step back, immediately being met with one of the wooden support beams. A menacing smirk crossed Katsuki’s face.
Closing the space between them, Katsuki leaned in close, his eyes never leaving Izuku’s, who smiled coyly back at him. Katsuki pinned his hand on the beam beside Izuku’s head. Heart beating wildly in his chest, Izuku hoped that Katsuki couldn’t hear it. It was so loud that the noise reverberated in his eardrums; drowning out all of the music and the conversations around them. For a moment, it was as if the room was only filled with the two of them.
“Y’know, for a bartender, you’re really bad at this, Deku.” Katsuki whispered in his space, their space.
They were so close that Izuku could feel Katsuki’s light breaths wash over him. Katsuki’s scent filled the air; notes of caramel and cinnamon seemed to envelop Izuku and his fingers twitched to reach out and latch onto the blond. He could feel the hem of Katsuki’s jacket rub against the his hip, and the fabric from Katsuki’s black joggers now brushing against the exposed part of his inner thighs.
It was so close that Izuku could finally make out the vibrant color of Katsuki’s eyes; the small hints of orange that mixed in with the bouts of red in his irises. There was something hidden behind them but Izuku couldn’t make out the feeling.
“I-I’m usually better behind the bar.” Izuku whispered equally as soft, his eyes trailed down to Katsuki’s lips just as they curled at the edges into a smile. “And, it’s Izuku, not Deku.”
“Then pretend there’s a bar between us,” Katsuki’s smile deepened. “Deku.”
He wasn’t lying, Izuku was normally a lot better at flirting when he was behind the bar, but there was also a reason why Izuku never drank on the job. A clouded mind was something that Izuku never learned to work well with. The words in his mind were all wavy and light and everything that Izuku knew he wouldn’t say. Couldn’t say. But that didn’t make them any less true.
Izuku was lonely. And tired of being lonely.
And tired of feeling unwanted.
And here was this stranger. The most gorgeous man that Izuku had ever seen.
Katsuki was a beauty in his own right and Izuku wanted more of him. Needed more of him.
Hesitantly, he reached out, trailing his fingers over Katsuki’s chest. Relishing in the softness of the exposed skin, the dips in his abs, the hardness of the muscles that tensed under his fingertips. Katsuki’s firm grip wrapped around Izuku’s wrist, stopping him.
“Izuku.” Dazedly, he looked up into Katsuki’s lidded eyes. “Tell me what you want.”
Frankly, Izuku didn’t mind if he stood here forever, pinned in-between Katsuki and this beam. Izuku raised his other hand and entwined them in Katsuki’s blond strands, watching in awe at how Katsuki slowly closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. Izuku let his hands card through his hair and softly fall onto Katsuki’s face, cupping the side of his cheek.
“I want you, Kacchan.” Izuku ignored how the nickname rolled off his tongue but he couldn’t deny the gratification that he felt when Katsuki’s bewildered look at the nickname slowly melted into adoration. “I want you.”
Without hesitation, Katsuki closed the remaining distance between them, crashing their lips together. A mix of alcohol and caramel overwhelmed Izuku’s senses as he let his arms wrap around Katsuki’s neck, allowing his tongue to trail the edges of Katsuki’s lips before they slipped in and deepened the kiss. Izuku threw every inhibition out of the window and let his intuition drive him. Everything felt right, Katsuki felt right. There was a feeling that flowed through Izuku, a feeling that he never felt with his boyfriend. He couldn’t pin it but he focused on it. It felt good. Comfortable. He felt like he was at home.
He felt Katsuki’s hands falling to his waist, pulling Izuku flush against his body as one of his hands slipped to rest on Izuku’s lower back. Izuku was in heaven; letting pleasure and bliss flow violently through him.
Katsuki was the first to break the kiss, his teeth dragging softly on Izuku’s lower lip as their eyes slowly opened to look back at each other. Instantly, all of the conversations and music flooded back into their ears as they crashed back to the reality of the bar; wolf whistles and howls erupting beside them.
“Oh, Kats! Didn’t think you had it in you!” A girl with pink hair yelled as she ran over and hugged Katsuki, causing him to let go of Izuku in surprise.
Izuku blinked in embarrassment, his face flushing red as he saw his own friends in the cluster. He caught the sight of Shouto silently clapping in agreement amongst the group. So much for keeping this a secret.
“H-hey, guys…” Izuku muttered as he nervously scratched the back of his head. Katsuki was yelling some expletives on the side of him. He couldn’t catch much over the noise but he heard the pink haired girl say something about him being ‘emotionally retentive’.
Ochako and Himiko immediately hugged him, his arms were pinned under both of their embraces.
“Looks like you’re having a great birthday!” Himiko remarked, her hug unwavering. Izuku felt the red on his face deepen.
Ochako hummed and tightened her hug. “I’m happy that you were able to find your happiness, Izu.”
“Hey!” A vibrant blond popped up alongside a red-head. “I know we haven’t met but my name is Denki. This is Eijiro.” The red head flashed a toothy grin and he half waved. “The girl over there harassing Kats is Mina.”
Izuku smiled and offered a wave in response, his hands having been freed just moments before the guys had approached. “Nice to meet you all!”
“Well, now that we’ve found you guys,” Kyouka remarked as she slowly started making her way back towards the stairs, motioning with her hands to the entire group. “Let’s go back to dancing!”
Izuku shot Katsuki a glance and noticed that Katsuki had done the same. His angry demeanor relaxed into contentment as soon as his eyes landed on Izuku.
Right. Kacchan doesn’t do dancing.
Izuku blushed, feeling embarrassment wash through him again. It was one thing to have this be a one-time thing but another to have to try and hang out casually, as friends. Or whatever they were. He was already in a weird place with his boyfriend…well, not anymore but… Mentally, Izuku smacked himself. How did he continue falling into weird situationships?
Quickly, Izuku started running through excuses to leave early. Briefly, he considered dropping in for his shift, wondering how much he would have to bribe Neito to keep his mouth shut and let him work for a few hours until everyone left.
“Oi, Deku.”
Izuku blinked, settling his eyes back into focus. Their friends had all retreated back to the dance floor, leaving Katsuki and Izuku where they were. Katsuki had his hand extended towards him, waiting for Izuku to grab hold of it.
“Let’s go, nerd.” Katsuki flashed the same deviant smile that he had when they first locked eyes hours prior. “I think I have something that Santa’s little helper can assist with.”
Izuku smiled, all of his worries vanishing the moment that he grabbed hold of the extended hand, Katsuki taking that moment to pull Izuku closer to him and placing a kiss on his forehead. Izuku giggled and laced his hands in Katsuki’s. “If Santa keeps this up, I’ll be sitting on his lap later.”
“Oh, you’ll definitely be sitting on something later, nerd.”
The night continued blissfully; all of his friends continued to buy Izuku drinks and there were many moments where he would get dragged onto the dance floor by Katsuki’s friends to dance the night away. Katsuki spent the night finding ways to sneak Izuku away from their friends where they could make out without prying eyes and other times, Izuku wouldn’t care and he’d pull Katsuki into a slow dance to a song that only the two of them could hear. Though he was kept very happily drunk the rest of the night, it felt like the best dream that Izuku never wanted to wake up from.
That was until the next morning.
An obnoxious cacophony of sounds blasted from his phone and caused him to shoot up from the pillow in a scramble to shut it off. His head felt like it was splitting in two from the combination of the movement and the sound. As soon as he turned off the alarm, his eyes shot open in alert for multiple reasons.
For starters, he didn’t own black blankets.
He looked around as the bed dipped next to him, blond hair peeked from under the blanket as an arm shot out and pulled him back under.
“Come back t’sleep, nerd.” Katsuki sleepily mumbled as he snuggled closer to Izuku. “S’way too early.”
Izuku smiled and wrapped his arms around the blond, thankful that at least this part wasn’t a dream.