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"Yeah, this is Dynamight's phone. Better be fuckin important."
*BEEP*
"Oh, hey Kacchan. Um. I dunno if you're busy -- I guess maybe you are because you didn't answer your phone -- but if you're, um, if you're not, do you want to come over? I'll buy ingredients for dinner."
*BEEP*
"I know the last message asked if you were busy and you didn't call back so you're probably on patrol but I thought I knew your schedule and---- sorry. Um. Anyway."
*BEEP*
"Kacchan. Hey. Sorry. Sorry, but-- it's really important actually, can you um. Please. Can you come over? Or call me back at least. I, um. Yeah. Sorry. Please, Kacchan?"
*BEEP*
"Kacchan—- never mind, sorry. Just delete these, I shouldn't have called."
*BEEP*
This time, all Katsuki hears is Deku breathing into the phone. Is he panicked? Hurt? Sick? It's hard to tell. Deku wouldn't call for no reason; each time his voice pitched a little more strangely and he spoke with more urgency until the last, oddly restrained message, so whatever the nerd wants it's not about dinner.
He'll still cook dinner, though, if that's what he wants.
Twenty minutes later, he's banging on Izuku's door, bag of vegetables and hot sauce in hand -- the nerd only ever buys protein for his meals when he cooks for himself, the weirdo -- and growing increasingly pissed off.
"Deku! I swear to fuck if you don't open this goddamn door-- "
The door wrenches open at last, revealing sock-footed Midoriya standing in the genkan, wrapped in a massive All Might blanket. Katsuki grumbles, pushing his way inside as Deku takes a couple steps backwards. He looks him over as he steps out of his shoes: his face is flushed, light sweat along his temples and hairline, and his breathing is shallow.
"You sick or somethin'?" He asks, but his voice lacks the bite it would have had in the years prior. He has grown, after all.
Deku shakes his head, curls tossing with the motion. "No, I'm-- um," he pauses, drawing Katsuki's attention to the way he shuffles in place, still blocking the entry. "Not sick, no."
Passing him to set the vegetables in the kitchen, Bakugou says, "'Kay, then what's the issue? Your messages made it sound like you were dyin' or some shit."
"Oh, um, no..." His voice trails off as he starts muttering to himself, as usual, clutching the blanket tighter.
Katsuki comes around the counter again quickly, tiny pops coming from his palms. "Hey, shithead, you called me. At least four times. Don't start fuckin ignoring me now."
"I SAID," Deku stops suddenly, shifting in place and staring at the floor before continuing more quietly, "I don't think it'll kill me, anyway. With One for All my metabolism is pretty amped up so I can't imagine it lasting more than... I dunno, 8 hours seems--"
"Deku. What the fuck does that mean." Katsuki growls, stepping closer. This close, he can see how the nerd's pupils are dilated like he's high, but that doesn't make any goddamn sense, Izuku would never...
"I um. I got curious, y'know; it's not the first time: remember a couple months ago Kacchan challenged me to a drinking contest and got really, really drunk and started confessing things but we drank the same amount and I was still--mfff!"
Bakugou slapped his hand over Deku's mouth quickly, not needing another reminder of his inebriated confession to his long-time friend. "Yes, Deku, I've heard this story. Earplugs had a fuckin video. I know what I said."
And I meant it, but I guess it didn't matter.
Bad enough that Jirou's video didn't show Izuku's reaction other than his initial shock; the uproar from their classmates had been too loud and she had cut away to show herself and Kaminari instead as they lost their shit.
The video started abruptly, as if Jirou had realized what was happening just in time. "---and I'm tired of pretending, Deku. I mean, you used to be a puny little shitstain and now look at you!" Katsuki gestured at Izuku with his empty shot glass. "Ripped as fuck, with thighs I'd let suffocate me and an ass that should make spandex illegal, probably strong enough to throw me into the sun AND you're the kindest fucker on the planet. Watching you save civilians and kick villain ass makes me proud and horny. What kind of fuckface would I have to be to not be in love with you for years?!" The crowd of their friends erupted into chaos as Jirou panned toward Deku's slack-jawed surprise before flipping the camera to selfie mode for her own reaction.
Katsuki still didn't know what Izuku thought, and the fuckin' nerd had never mentioned it again until today –
Izuku frowned, dropping one corner of the blanket to pull Katsuki's hand off his face roughly. Deku's tongue slips out briefly to wet his lips, chewing at one corner before he continues, "And I was still sober," he pushes back against Bakugou's hand but doesn't release it, and Katsuki's eyes dip to his exposed chest, what the fuck, put your goddamn nipples away, "so I decided to try those pills people talk about."
Katsuki swears he can hear himself flatlining.
He's vaguely aware he can still hear Deku talking, that dumbass, but his brain isn't registering any of the content.
"'Those pills people talk about.'"
Suddenly, the nerd's urgent messages, his awkward shifting, his flushed face, and his blown pupils all make too much goddamn sense.
"Yeah. The, you know, blue–"
"Deku," he snarls, trying to tug his hand from Deku's grip. "Where did you even get something like that?"
"Um," Deku frowns at the floor, shuffling from foot to foot again and holding the blanket against himself as much as he can one-handed. "Ah. From Denki. At the party."
"...You fucking idiot. That Vi-gro shit needs a prescription; how did Dunceface even get his hands on something like that?" Deku starts to answer, but Bakugou cuts him off, "That's rhetorical, dumbass. I don't give a fuck what that moron does with his dick."
"Oh," Izuku finally focuses up long enough to realize: "Kacchan is...mad that I called. I see." He makes a face, something Katsuki can't decipher, every emotion in his green head flitting across his eyes in seconds. "That's okay, Kacchan. You can go home. I'll......cope."
Again, Bakugou's brain provides only static.
"Idiot. I'm not mad that you called."
"Oh. Then, why…"
"How much did you take," Katsuki says, quietly, "and how long ago."
Deku flinches preemptively, a bad sign for the situation and Katsuki's sanity. "Um. So, I looked it up online, and the average dosage is 50 milligrams…"
"Goddamnit, Izuku, answer the question!"
Katsuki shoves at Midoriya's shoulder a little too forcefully, causing him to stumble back a step.
His heel catches the blanket and he lands hard on his ass, gasping with the impact. Looking anywhere but at Bakugou, sitting in a blanket puddle with his lewdly tented shorts now on display, he starts mumbling just loudly enough that Bakugou can hear him.
"Denki's… prescription was for 100 milligrams each," Deku says, his fists clenched against the floor. He's not even hiding from Katsuki anymore. "He said there was no way he would ever use them all and gave me four pills. I, um, I started with one around the time I called you about dinner."
"Started with one?" Katsuki chokes out.
Deku moves his knees together, pulls in a stuttering inhalation as he continues in typical nerd fashion, "Well, about 30 minutes passed and nothing happened, so obviously I blamed it on One for All and thought 'it's not every day your old classmate shares his boner pills'--"
"I'm gonna kill that pissfucking shithead."
"AndItooktherestofthemallatonce."
Katsuki's ears ring. It's a testament to his self-control that he hasn't exploded Deku's apartment.
Deku stands slowly, hissing as he has to adjust himself in his shorts once he's upright. The motion draws Katsuki's attention and he knows, he knows he's standing there with his mouth open like an idiot but it's hard to do anything else with all the thoughts racing through his mind.
Deku got boner pills from Kaminari.
He took one, called me to come over.
The effects were too mild? Too slow? And he took the rest. Because he was curious.
…but he called me.
"I'm sorry if I ruined Kacchan's evening, if you want to leave I understand-"
"Why me," Katsuki says, his tone flat to disguise his concern.
Worry what the answer might be, worry the nerd will say something just to make him feel better, worry that after all this time he's about to have to let go of the feelings he'd harbored for his friend through all of high school.
"I…I wanted us to hang out and have dinner." Deku's voice goes hesitant again, despite the vice grip he has on the leg of his shorts.
Bakugou narrows his eyes at him, daring him to continue. His fists are clenched so tightly that the tiny, stress induced pops of his quirk can barely escape.
"And I thought, you know, after what you told me when you were drunk, that you might be willing to, um, help."
Katsuki snarls. "Fuck this." He plants one hand on the doorframe and starts wiggling his feet into his shoes. "Maybe I am mad you called."
"Kacchan, wait," a scarred hand grabs his shirt sleeve and Bakugou slaps the hand away harshly, looking back.
"Stop fucking with me!" Katsuki snaps, holding Deku's gaze. He's rightly pissed, now, and the deep flush on Izuku's face – spreading all the way down to his nipples, motherfucker – can't distract him anymore.
The wobbly look on his friend's face might do it, though. Deku looks seconds away from crying, even with his goddamn boner sticking out like a comically large dowsing rod, and Katsuki's always been weak when it comes to Izuku.
"'S'not fuckin' fair, nerd," Bakugou finally says, defeated. "You can't just. Use a guy like that." The anger drains away as quickly as it came, and he sits heavily on the edge of the step, pulling Deku along with him. "I know I'm kind of an asshole but even I've got fucking feelings. Even told you mine and you still pull this shit."
Deku sniffles loudly before mumbling, "Sorry. Not what I meant."
Katsuki turns just enough to see him, forcing his stupid brain to ignore that he's right there , he could reach right out… "The hell did you mean then, nerd? Because if you meant something other than 'I took too much Vi-gro and asked my best friend who I know has feelings for me to let me fuck him until it's out of my system' I'm fucking listenin'."
Izuku's hands clench and release, clench and release. "I thought, well, maybe, if um…" He hides his face in the blankets folds, mumbling again.
"Deku, I swear to All Might, I'm gonna leave you here to rub your dick raw all by yourself if you don't get it together."
Muffled by the fabric, he hears:
"I called Kacchan before I took them."
Katsuki's pulse is racing. "Speak up, Deku."
Izuku finally lifts his head from the blanket pile, staring him down. "I called you about dinner first and then I hoped taking the pills would let me work up the courage to be honest with Kacchan, since you don't remember what I said at the party."
Wait, what?
Deku clenches his hand around Bakugou's arm, the grip just tight enough to sting.
(If this were high school, Katsuki would worry. Fuckin nerd took a while to learn his own strength.)
"Kacchan, I tried to tell you but it was too loud and you had too many shots," Deku licks his lips and slides closer and Bakugou cannot fucking breathe, "but I've probably loved you since we were four."
Katsuki's recoil and disbelief is immediate. "Deku, that's ridiculous–"
"But if not since then, probably since we were 8 and you gave me part of your lunch after mine, um, fell in the trash." Izuku's grip slides down to hold his hand gently.
"No, come on–"
But Izuku just gets louder with each interruption, his teary expression so earnest that Katsuki can't look away. "Or since we were 13 and even though you were unkind in front of your other friends, when I missed a week of school with a virus and you had your mom drop off your notes from class. Or during everything in our time at UA when I always, always knew that you would help me protect everyone, and when I wanted to fight by myself even if it meant dying, you convinced me to come home. And when I thought I'd lost you, I went a little insane; but you came back, and we won, together-- "
"You can't be serious," Katsuki says, "Izuku, no, that's crazy, I was–"
But Izuku shakes his head, mumbling as he shifts closer. "Kacchan never listens."
And then–
A sigh against his lips, Katsuki still frozen in shock, his brain lagging behind–
Deku's lips are so fuckin' soft, what the fuck.
Izuku's kiss isn't shy, or hesitant. It's eager, and honest, full of so much and Bakugou feels his heart stutter and race like he's only ever felt during a mission.
Again and again he presses against Katsuki, hand sliding up his arm, bracing, until he's leaned on the wall, unable to retreat. When he opens his eyes, Izuku is there, his expression steady and heated, his earlier tears all but dried.
How the fuck did I not notice?
Deku pinches his teeth against his lip between kisses, chasing Katsuki's shocked gasp and sliding his tongue against his as if Deku intends to devour him. Maybe he does.
He looks at me like that all the time.
Katsuki pulls back briefly, panting more than breathing. He licks his lips, tongue flicking deliberately against where he'd been bitten, and Izuku's expression makes him feel like prey.
The air between them is hot, too hot; the taste of Deku in his mouth is a damn tease when the man himself is right there, barely clothed and offering, asking, damn-near insisting he make a move.
"Well, nerd?" Bakugou flicks his eyes down to Deku's lap and then meets the other's gaze, wanting his own desire to be as apparent now that he knows where things lie. He grins, temping Izuku with a flash of teeth. "You gonna let me get my mouth on that monster cock of yours, or am I going home hungry?"