virtual boyfriends

by r3nga

Summary:

Ever since middle school began, Izuku no longer spent his summer breaks around Katsuki. Thus, he takes it upon himself to fulfill his hero dreams on the internet.

However; during his first visit on Pro Heroes RP, he joins lord_dynamight and takes on the evil villains with him. From that point on, the identity of Suki (lord_dynamight) catapults him into a whirlwind of emotions.

OR

Izuku and Katsuki unknowingly edate each other.

Notes:

hi! just a few things before you start
1. this is inspired by junosteeth, kazi_silly, kaoleylol on tik tok!
3. the reason for the #### is because of the censoring system in the game. to get around it, players usually space out the words or make it seem like they’re using random letter
4. if you’re a music + fic person, i offer you a playlist!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2iEWYx4BBjBs7Z0WD9vCf7?si=aui-aQ4zSZuyRln20XTkpw&pi=u-NvOUEMruQtCg

Chapter 1: g3tting 0nline

Izuku twiddled his thumb against the pad of his computer, scrolling through the explore page on Roblox.

 

It was the short summer break during his second year of middle school. He’d spent the entirety of it addicted to every hero-based game on Roblox. Completing his hero agency tycoon, maxing out his stats on Heroes Battleground, using his chore money to dress up his avatar as All Might; his summer swayed from his time on Roblox to the browsers he’d kept open on YouTube—to his favorite videoclips of All Might.

 

Normally, he’d spend his summers with Katsuki. 

 

But ever since middle school began, it seemed like Katsuki no longer tolerated him anymore. So instead, Izuku took it upon himself to have fun on the internet.

 

“Nothing good..” Izuku mumbled to himself as his hand ruffled through the bag of chips on his desk.

 

His scrolling halted.

 

‘Pro Hero RP’ …?

 

Izuku blinked at it a few times, then pressed his finger against the pad of his computer, clicking on it.

 

Izuku's thoughts leaked out, mumbling as he read the description to himself, “Have you ever wanted to BE your favorite pro hero? Well, Pro Hero RP is just for you! Select from the catalog of the Pro Heroes available, including All-“  

 

Without a second thought, Izuku rammed his cursor onto the luminescent green play button.

 

As the game slowly loaded up, the dialogue within the chat became available before the game graphics.

 

Endeavor (xIIcupcakeIIx) : flashsire fist!!!!!!!!!!!

All Might (lord_dynamight) : no ####### you didn’t even spell it right and I attacked first so I win and endeavor sucks

Endeavor (xIIcupcakeIIx) : sorry I don’t speak tags ;-;

All Might (lord_dynamight) : #### ## #######

All Might (lord_dynamight) : I’m not roleplaying with you anymore

 

Izuku’s eyes then flicked over to the roles list on the right hand corner of the screen.

 

All Might

lord_dyamight

Daffycutieunicorn

CutieMcCookies

Endeavor

xIIcupcakeIIx

venompool2938

Best Jeanist

XXmyokolukaXX

 

Izuku scrolled through the list, and the majority of the server scattered around within different heroes. The hero team occupied the majority of players, but there also remained players who chose to take on the civilian and villain team.

 

Without hesitation, Izuku assigned himself to the All Might Team. The loading screen fizzled away, and his character appeared. 

 

Izuku’s avatar loaded in as a 2d png of All Might. The png daunted his biceps out as a smile stretched across his face. The latex of his suit sculpted his fantasy-like body out as he stood tall.

 

He’d spawned in an office building, presumably taking after the real All Might hero agency. 

 

A pop up appeared like a comic book bubble.

 

‘Double tap on the space bar to double jump, press C to crouch, and use the powers in your inventory to attack’

 

Izuku toggled the first attack in his inventory. His eyelids jumped to the crease of his socket, his mouth dabbled open, and his body scrunched itself over his laptop.

 

“It’s All Might’s Delaware smash! This is awesome!” Izuku’s voice pitched as the corners of his mouth rendered themselves into a toothy smile.

 

Izuku toppled his fingers over the keys of his computer as he began to move his avatar out of the agency, and to find some villains.

 

His avatar floated above the sidewalk of the virtual city as he explored the map. The graphics weren’t as advanced as the other games he’d played; in fact, they were god-awful . Maybe if he was still eight years old he would’ve found it impressive, but now as a knowledgeable thirteen year old, he knew better.

 

He’d spotted another All Might in the middle of the street. The distance was too far; he couldn’t read their chat bubble, so he decided to get closer.

 

He inched closer to the huddle of avatars in the middle of the street.

 

All Might (lord_dynamight) : ABC to rp a hero mission

All Might (lord_dynamight) : ABC to rp a hero mission

All Might (lord_dynamight) : ABC to rp a hero mission

Midnight (lunauma891) : can I join 

All Might (lord_dynamight) : ya we r waiting for a best jeanist and fatgum 

All Might (lord_dynamight) : ABC to rp a hero mission

All Might (lord_dynamight) : ABC to rp a hero mission

 

The speech bubbles hovered over the top of the All Might avatar, racing into nothingness as a new one appeared.

 

Izuku toggled the chat open as he began to type.

 

All Might (mightyb0y) : can I join?

All Might (lord_dynamight) : no cuz ur all might so u can only join if u switch to best jeanist or fatgum 

 

Izuku scorned the reply.

 

All Might (mightyb0y) : can’t there just be two of us?

All Might (lord_dynamight) : no I’m the only all might

 

A scoff left Izuku’s throat as he scooted himself up on his chair, straightening his posture as his fingers hit the keys harder.

 

All Might (mightyb0y) : you probably don’t even know what all mights first second and third attack combos are -_-

All Might (lord_dynamight) : YES I DO YOU ##### ### #### ######## ####

 

Izuku chuckled to himself as a smirk melted onto his face.

 

All Might (mightyb0y) : then say them in order

All Might (mightyb0y) : if you get it wrong, you let me join. if you get it right I leave, deal?

All Might (lord_dynamight) : deal

 

The speech bubbles paused for a moment, and the other avatars began swarming around the increasing tension.

 

All Might (lord_dynamight) : 1. united states of smash 2. texas smash 3. missouri smash

 

All Might (mightyb0y) : wrong

All Might (mightyb0y) : california mash is 3, missouri smash is 4 xD

 

Izuku cracked his knuckles as he watched the dots within speech bubbles above lord_dynamights head tick. 

 

Then they stopped.

 

Ryukyu (dragononexx) : let mighty join i wanna start the rp

 

…

 

The chat went silent for the first time since Izuku joined.

 

All Might (lord_dynamight) : fine

All Might (lord_dynamight) : but I’m still in charge

 

Izuku tittered to himself as he watched the other All Might walk away—the rest of the group following

 

Villain (sn00percooper) : ok I’m starting 

Villain (sn00percooper) : *puts #### under the building* the heroes will never be able to find the #### i planted

Villain (sn00percooper) : b o m bbbbb*

 

Lord_dynamight’s running takes a pause as he pans towards the group.

 

All Might (lord_dynamight) : *phone rings* hello? 

All Might (lord_dynamight) : *agency person reports about villain planting a b o mmm B under the bank* 

All Might (lord_dynamight) : *talks into phone* don’t worry, I’ll be there soon with my crew *hangs up*

Ryukyu (dragononexx) : what’s the situation all might 1

All Might (lord_dynamight) : b o m # planted under bank so we gotta go find it and beat those ###### to the ground 

 

The All Might avatar standing amongst Izuku spam-hops into the air.

 

All Might (lord_dynamight) : everyone move out  

 

The group follows lord_dynamight as he leads the group to the bank.

 

The bank takes after every other building in the game, covered with the same sheet-white plaster; the only difference being the ceramic pillars standing tall at the entrance. The other prominent feature was that it resides in the middle of the city, making it the easiest to spot.

 

Before anyone has the chance to make a move within the bank's premise, a group of villains reveal themselves from the nearby alleyway.

 

Villain (sn00percooper) : you heroes…you’ll never find it cuz ur too late

Villain (sn00percooper) : even with 2 all mights, ur gonna lose 

Lord_dynamight distances himself from the hero group, stepping up towards the main villain.

 

All Might (lord_dynamight) : please, ur abt to get an ### ######## you ####### ######

 

Izuku wipes the potato chip oil off his fingers with his napkin frantically, then he hurries back to his keyboard—maneuvering up to stand shoulder-to-shoulder next to lord_dynamight.

 

[private chat: lord_dynamight] (mightyb0y) : they’re distracting you

[private chat: lord_dynamight] (mightyb0y) : we’re both all mights, so if I use my smash to make a distraction, you can run into the alleyway while I stay here and waste time with him

 

Lord_dynamight’s daunting takes a pause.

 

[private chat: mightyb0y] (lord_dynamight) : ok

[private chat: mightyb0y] (lord_dynamight) : thx

 

Izuku huffs out as a smile tugs on his lips. He then activates his ultimate move, the United States of Smash . This move temporarily fogs up players screens that are within a 30 feet radius of the user; however, it can be disabled with a potion bought in the shop.

 

Villain (sn00percooper) : AHHH NO

Villain (sn00percooper) : EVERYONE STAY ON GUARD THEY USED QUIRKS

Villain (XiiamjeanistiiX) : SNOOPER IT'S TIME TO RETREAT THEY'RE GONNA GET US AND FIND THE ####

 

Lord_dynamight slices through the smokescreen, and races into the alleyway, slipping into the corridor of the bank.

 

They use a combination of their ultimate moves to trudge through the villains near the vault, and temporarily paralyze them.

 

Villain (XiiamjeanistiiX) : SNOOPER HE'S GETTING INTO THE VAULT GET OUTTA HERE BEFORE THEY CATCH YOU

Villain (sn00percooper) : I'M STILL FROZEN FROM THE ###### SMOKE SCREEN I CANT MOVE

 

Izuku slams the shift button as he bolts into the bank, following the trail of frozen avatars. He turns the corner, entering the vault.

 

All Might (lord_dynamight) : let’s do this

 

Lord_Dynamights avatar tugs back and forth, as if he was luring Izuku in.

 

All Might (lord_dynamight) : *undoes the bomb* all might 2, you watch my back

All Might (mightyb0y) : copy that

 

Izuku twiddles with the space bar as he stands at the entrance of the vault, jumping around playfully as he waits for lord_dynamight to finish the operation.

 

All Might (lord_dynamight) : *undoes it* got it

 

Lord_dyamight walks past Izuku, then turns back around when he notices Izuku isn’t following.

 

Izuku kept his attention on the snacks crowding his computer. Once he realized lord_dynamight had finished, he began shaking the crumbs off his hands.

 

[private chat: mightyb0y] (lord_dynamight) : u coming mighty?

[private chat: mightyb0y] (lord_dynamight) : we gotta arrest these #### criminals

 

Izuku’s head bobbed as his vision panned from his dirty hands back to the chat. He groaned as he rushed to the bathroom sink, quickly rinsing the grease off his hands by using the facet.

 

[private chat: mightyb0y] (lord_dynamight) : u afk?

[private chat: mightyb0y] (lord_dynamight) : mkay I’ll just wait

 

The soles of his feet slapped against the wooden tiles of the hallway; droplets of water shot from the crevices of his palms as he shook them dry—diving through the frame of his bedroom door

 

He rammed his backside onto the cushion of his chair, launching his fingers back onto the keyboard as he opened the chat.

 

All Might (mightyb0y) : sorry 

All Might (mightyb0y) : I’m back 

 

Izuku giggled at the All Might standing before him. Lord_dynamight stood like a shield in front of Izuku at the entrance of the vault—his special move held captive in the palm of the png.

 

All Might (mightyb0y) : oh thx!!!

 

Lord_Dynamight turned his avatar to face Izuku.

 

[private chat: mightyb0y] (lord_dynamight) : yea np 

All Might (lord_dynamight) : lmao you villains suck

 

Izuku follows right behind lord_dynamight as they trail out of the bank, meeting with the other heroes.

 

All Might (lord_dynamight) : arrest those losers in there, we saved the day

Ryukyu (dragononexx) : yayy we did it! *handcuffs villains*

Midnight (lunauma891) : these villains are nothing compared to us

Villain (XiiamjeanistiiX) : ok but that was kinda rigged I thought we said no using quirks in the rp

All Might (lord_dynamight) : well suck it up because that’s how it is when ur actually a hero

 

“Izuku! It’s time to go!” A delicate voice announced from the kitchen.

 

Izuku groaned, his face shriveling up as his gaze flicked from the hallway back to his laptop.

 

“Now? But the game is getting good!”

 

“Izuku, now!” Inko gruffed.

 

“But I’m not even changed!” Izuku slurred as he rose up onto his feet.

 

“ Izuku! ” Inko demanded

 

Izuku clicked his tongue. As his cursor glided over the ‘leave game’ option, he returned to the player list and friend requested lord_dynamight.

 

[private chat: lord_dynamight] (mightyb0y) : I gtg, but can I play w u again?

 

In an instant, a new chat pinged.

 

[private chat: mightyb0y] (lord_dynamight) : yea for sure

 

Izuku scoffed into a smile.

 

[private chat: mightyb0y] (lord_dynamight) : sorry 4 earlier

[private chat: mightyb0y] (lord_dynamight) : ur actually kinda fun to play with

[private chat: mightyb0y] (lord_dynamight) : oh ya u gtg, sorry lol

[private chat: mightyb0y] (lord_dynamight) : bye

 

A titter escaped Izuku’s lips as his cheeks warmed up. 

 

‘New friend: lord_dynamight’

 

[private chat: lord_dynamight] (mightyb0y) : thx!

[private chat: lord_dynamight] (mightyb0y) : bye :D

 

“Izuku! Don't you dare make me tell you again!” The voice crept closer to Izuku’s room.

 

“I'm coming !” 

Chapter 2: we like the same things, and i like ur style!

Summary:

love at first...pixel? chat?

(katsuki you DAMN TSUNDERE)

lord_dynamight

  Aug 13, 2:30 PM

 

<  just msg me when you wanna play again

< it was fun playing with another all might fan

 

Delivered

Izuku couldn’t help but feel giddy after playing with lord_dynamight.

 

On the car ride to run his moms errands, he couldn’t help but suppress his giggles. He’d submerge his smile into his palm as he looked out the window, disguising the small muffles as coughs.

 

His mom would look over occasionally and ask him if he was okay. He’d just shake her off, tell her it was his allergies.

 

When he and his mom ran errands, he’d always escape to the back of the department store. Within the limited catalog of toys, there never failed to be a selection of All Might figurines present. And like a tradition, his mom would always let him buy a figurine on clearance.

 

Despite his weekly outing—and the outing he’d count down the days to—his mind whirled to lord_dynamight as he scrunched over the catalog.

 

Sure, he’s had his fair share of attaching onto other players in-game; therefore, it wasn’t foreign to him. Whenever he’d make new actual friends online (which rarely happened), his tummy would spike warmth , his smile would wobble, and his small— really, really, really subtle— feeling of loneliness dissipated into nothingness (for the meantime).

 

As Izuku shuffled through the figurines on the bottom shelf, he shifted deeper into the whirlwind of his new online friend.

 

He’d started to wonder if lord_dynamight was also a boy, or if they shared the same age. Or maybe even if they-

 

“Izuku, baby! Are you done choosing your figurine?” The grocery cart clinked as the wheels rode over the store tiles.

 

Izuku’s brows crinkled together at his mom calling him ‘baby’. It was embarrassing! 

 

He didn’t care about what his mom called him at home, but in public she needed to tune it down a notch. Especially if she ever let it slip out while at school. 

 

However, he didn’t have the heart to tell her. So instead, he’d have to endure it.

 

Izuku hummed as his fingers hovered over the plastic film on the figurine boxes. Without thinking too hard about it— very unusual of him—he grabbed a bronze era All Might figurine.

 

“Can I get this one?” Izuku nudged the box over in Inko’s direction, twirling it like a carousel as Inko looked for the price tag.

 

Inko nodded, “Yup! That’s fine Izuku.” 

 

Shortly after his mom’s approval, he placed the box on top of the groceries, then began to walk side-by-side with Inko as they paid and left the store.

 

The ride home wasn’t any less dense. In fact, the thought of lord_dynamight only weighed heavier in Izuku’s mind as if he was infiltrating it. Izuku fidgeted in his seat; tapped the sole of his shoe against the rubber mat in the car, tried closing his eyes to make the time go by faster. He wanted to go home and play with lord_dynamight.

 

He hoped lord_dynamight was still online.

 

“Izuku! Calm down!” Inko chuckled as she watched Izuku heave as many bags of groceries as he could. The plastic straps impaled into his skin, leaving red marks along his forearms full of baggage. 

 

He wasn’t going to waste any more time; thus, a singular grocery unpacking trip to his apartment was the solution.

 

Once Izuku plopped the bags onto the kitchen counter, he rushed back into his room—clicking the door behind him—and lifted open the screen of his laptop.

 

lord_dynamight

  Aug 13, 2:30 PM

 

<  just msg me when you wanna play again

< it was fun playing with another all might fan

 

Read at 4:22

 

Izuku rolled deeper into his pillows as the periphery of his laptop sunk into his stomach, his knees supporting the back of it.

 

lord_dynamight

  Aug 13, 2:30 PM

 

<  just msg me when you wanna play again

< it was fun playing with another all might fan

 

4:22 PM

hi!!!! >

I’m back >

and same!!!!!! it was rlly fun playing with you >

 

< Typing..

 

Izuku nibbled on the inside wall of his lip as he giggled. Lord_dynamight replied instantly, almost like he was waiting for Izuku.

 

< thx 

< :]

< u earned my respect 

< u know ur stuff huh

 

Izuku rolled over onto his stomach as he kicked his feet over the edge of his bed. His smile deepened and deepened— this guy was just so cool!

 

rahhh yes :P >

i'm really into hero stuff in general >

but especially all might! > 

< same

< he’s been my favorite hero since like

< I was born lol

me too! >

< cool :]

< that’s why I’m gonna be a hero

   when I grow up 

< im gonna get into ua high 

< then I’m gonna become #1

 

THATS AMAZING!!! >

It’s also my dream to be a hero >

and go to UA!!! >

< you also live in japan?

yeah! >

< that’s great 

< maybe we can meet once we 

   get into the UA hero course

UR RIGHT >

maybe we’ll be in the same class >

WAIT >

what grade r u in? >

< im in 8th

< so im 13

< u?

 

Izuku jumped up from his stomach as he giggled. He rolled around in his bed, putting his palm over his mouth as he filled to the brim with excitement like a fever.

 

He then dove back down onto his stomach as he continued to type.

 

NO WAY >

ME TOO >

!!!!!?/?/)/$//$$!:!.!,’ >

< really???!???!!.!:!

 

Lord_dynamight’s message bubble disappeared, then reappeared.

 

< I guess we were just meant to meet

< and hey yk what we should do

< once we get into UA?

 

Izuku couldn’t help but kick his feet as his giggles continued to fizzle out of him.

 

I guess we were c: >

what should we do? >

< let's start a hero agency together 

< mighty and dynamight hero agency

for sure!!!! >

I love that idea >

I’d love to have a hero agency with you >

that’d be awesome like wow >

sorry i'm spamming!!!!!! >

i'm just so like >

excited for the future >

I can’t wait for highschool >

< don’t worry abt it

< I’m also getting pumped up

< I kinda like when u spam like that

< it’s kinda

 

The text bubbles did that thing again—where they hesitate to appear.

 

< cute

< srry nvm

< that was weird of me lol

 

Izuku rolled onto his back, catapulting his legs into the air. He kicked his legs around like fins, while his arms swung at his chest as pure euphoria filled his lungs and blossomed into breathy laughter.

 

nononono it’s fine!! >

that wasn’t weird at all >

thanks C: that makes me happy >

irl I have this habit of rambling too >

it’s kinda funny how it transfers online >

< that’s probably annoying huh 

< i don’t rlly talk a whole lot irl

< like I do but it’s more because people follow me

oooh I didn’t know you were popular? >

< well I wouldn’t say that

< but yea I guess

< but I don’t really have any close friends

< and the ppl that follow me around r annoying bastards

yeaaa I see >

I also don’t have any close friends >

but I’m not popular like you 0_0 >

I used to be close with this one person >

but >

then he got kinda rude and sick of me >

I guess? >

< well

< if I knew you

< I would be your friend

< if u want or whatever 

wow c,: >

that’s so nice LOL >

so you consider me a friend now? >:D >

but I am so excited for high school now >

we gotta meet eventually >

< yea yea ur my friend

< don’t act cocky

< -_-

< but our hero agency name could use adjustments

how come? >

< do u want mighty as ur hero name?

we’ll probably not >

but I’ve never thought of a good one >

well one that I ACTUALLY wanna use >

it’s a hard decision… >

but u want urs as dynamight? >

< for sure

< don’t forget the lord now

< say it correctly if ur gonna refer to me

< loser 

< :P

my baddddd dynamight >

< WHERE IS THE LORD????

HEY HEY >

U DONT SERIOUSLY WANT ME >

TO CALL YOU THAT EVERY TIME         

I REFER TO YOU?  

< u got a problem with it?

< >:|

then u can call me >

 

Izuku hummed as his finger caressed his chin.

 

zu ! >

< mkay zu

< then I GUESS

< you can call me suki 

oh wow >

that’s so cute >

so different from ur username >

suki :P >

< yea yea whatever

< >:/

n e ways >

wanna hop on heroes rp? >

I’ll let you be the leader again <3 >

HOW DOES THAT SOUND? >

< #### off <\3

< join me 

< zu

aw no heart back ? :C >

< this is so stupid

< ur so annoying 

<im gonna block you yk

< <3

yea yea <

whatever suki :) <

Notes:

HIYA! sorry for short chapter, i just wanted to get it out

QUESTION: do u guys prefer shorter chapters but faster uploads (1-2 days) , OR longer chapters but slower uploads (4-8 days)

if u cant tell, i had to do some reminiscing of when i ALMOST became an edater at 13...so yes,,,this type of flirting is unfortunately TOO REAL TO ME

oh chat im so hyped to write abt when they get back from break and r practically dating each other

THANKS FOR THE COMMENTS <3 THEY GIVE ME SM MOTIVATION

Chapter 3: apple cider

Summary:

and i don't even like you...that much.

(WAIT...I DO. FUCK!!!)

Notes:

apple cider by beabadoobee is quite literally the situation here.

mightyb0y

Nickname: zu 

  Aug 25, 1:12 AM

 

< this is taking 4ever :c

shut ur mouth >

it’s gonna be here soon >

trust me >

 

Katsuki had convinced Zu to stay up with him as they waited for the new Pro Heroes RP update to drop.

 

The pair had spent the past week glued to their laptops; sheltered in their rooms, lacking vitamins D.

 

When ‘past week’ is stated, it’s not exaggerated.

 

From the moment they woke up until the time their parents nagged them to go to bed, they spent it within each other's company.

 

Katsuki’s mom would storm into his room whenever he’d become too invested in his role plays with Zu—so much so that he’d forgotten to do his chores—and gave him a long scolding. One particular occasion was when Katsuki let the dishes pile up in the sink.

 

Mitsuki wasted no time to kick down his locked door and snatch his laptop away. Katsuki threw a tantrum; he begged her to let him send a goodbye message before she stole it away.

 

(Spoiler alert: it worked.)

 

Zu—being new to the game—wasn’t aware of the update schedule. Katsuki on the other hand, counted down the hours until the next drop.

 

The luminescent light rays projecting from his computer could practically blind him. He squinted as he softly tapped the keys on his keyboard, trying to keep his parents from waking up. There in his bed, he sat on his belly against the mattress as he propped his laptop on his pillow. His blankets sat on his head, enveloping him as if he’d created an igloo within his bead. 

 

< okok I trust you 

< suki

 

Katsuki dove his chin into his pillow as he grumbled into the cotton pillowcase. He didn’t know what was wrong with him; everytime Zu used his name out of the blue, it sent him into a giggly spiral. It made his body restless; he wanted to skip around the corridors of his house as a stretchy smile plastered across his face

 

(For the love of God, someone take him to a doctor.)

 

But if he went through with his impulsion to run a ruckus through the flooring of his house, his parents sleeping downstairs would come storming up to his room, starting a screaming match with him; “You brat! Do you know what time it is!”

 

Normally, Katsuki was an early sleeper. He’d always gone to bed at 8:30 sharp , and so far it looks like it’d never change.

 

His parents had implanted this routine when he was barely a child. Katsuki being Katsuki, he stuck with it for primarily two reasons. One, he despised change; two, to maintain the best physical condition possible.

 

To get into UA— and see Zu— he’d have to keep habits that benefited his well-being. 

 

Well, the only exceptions being for Pro Heroes RP. It was summer break. Cut him some slack!

 

why do u do that >

< do what? 

yk >

call my name randomly >

< well

< cuz I like typing your name

< it’s pretty!!!!!!!!

< sukisukisukisukisuki

< see?

 

Katsuki almost rammed his head into the keyboard of his laptop as his heart pounded up to his throat. What was with this guy?  

 

(And why did seeing someone type his name make the inside of his stomach catapult into overdrive?

 

ur a weirdo >

zu >

< see? now ur doing it too :]

well ya cuz >

ur doing it >

and now it’s rubbing off on me >

dummy >

< yay :P

< im so glad ive influenced you 

you did NOT influence me >

< YOU JUST ADMITTED YOU DID

NUH UH >

< YEA HUH

NUH UH >

< YEAH HUH

fine I guess you’re back to mighty >

< NOOOOOO

< suki nooooooooo

< call me my name pls? :c

hmmm I don’t know >

yk lying is a sin >

so ask for forgiveness >

-_- >

< I’m sorry :(

ok apology accepted >

< not :P

r u asking to be blocked rn >

< OKOK FINE IM ACTUALLY SORRY

< DONT BLOCK ME PLS :(

<. ILL BE SO LONELY W/O YOUUUU

< </3

yeah that’s what I thought >

stupid zu >

<3 >

< WOAH?!? SUKI SENDING A HEART?!?

yea cuz u had to go and get all >

sad and stuff >

I felt bad >

< HEY WAIT

< did u actually take me being lonely

   without you seriously?

no >

and so what if I did >

just forget it >

< no wait wait

< thanks

it’s nothing >

so what’s with the seriousness? >

zu? >

< cuz honestly 

< and don’t judge me cuz it’s kinda cringe

< but I probably would still be like

< lonely without you

< so thx for everything

< and playing and talking to me

< it’s super fun

zu >

hey >

you good? >

and u don’t gotta thank me sheesh >

ur cool to play with too >

< yea I’m good

< it’s just that

< I’m rlly excited for high school

< when I can see you and hang out with you

< like real friends

< sorry I’m probably just being weird 

   cuz summer break is almost over 

im damn hyped for it too >

what’s up with school >

why r u acting all depressed abt it? >

< I don’t rlly like it

< im kinda tired of the ppl there I guess

how come? >

< well

< this is kinda embarrassing 

< but I get picked on a lot

< it’s really annoying 

wait >

why the hell r u picked on what the #### >

< just cause

< but anyways the more annoying part is that

   they ruin my stuff

< I honestly couldn’t care less abt what they say

< but it’s so frustrating when they grab my stuff

what the hell is wrong with those losers >

for no reason? lmao what a bunch of nobodies >

don’t take what they say to heart >

they’re just extras >

and when we meet we can kick their ##### >

< LOL

< ill be looking forward to that

< suki 

zu >

< yeah?

nothing >

I just wanted to see it >

ur name is pretty fun to type >

zuzuzuzuzuzuzuzuzuzuzu >

< SUKISUKISUKISUKISUKI

ZUZUZUZUZUZUZUZUZUZU >

< SUKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

ZU >

JOIN ME >

ITS OUT >

< COPY THAT >:D

 

Katsuki cursor reaches towards the menu. He sends an invite to Zu as the game slowly loads in.

 

{Your friend, mightyb0y has joined the game.}

 

PRO HEROES RP

~Update Log~

[August 25, XXXX]

 

• DIARIES : Write your deepest darkest secrets, battle strategies, or fears! A diary can be accessed by other players in the server with a singular click!

 

- NEW HEROES : Snipe, Ectoplasm, and rising hero, Miriko added

- HERO AGENCIES : You can now own a hero agency under your name! 

- SUMMER FESTIVAL : Is love in the air? Buy matching outfits inspired by your favorite Pro-Hero couples! 

- BIOS : Be unique, stand out! Bios are now up and working!

- Bug fixes 

 

Click ‘X’ to close 

All Might (lord_dynamight) : summer festival?

All Might (mightyb0y) : sounds fun :D

All Might (lord_dynamight) : I completely forgot abt that ngl

All Might (mightb0y) : you don’t go to summer festivals?

All Might (lord_dynamight) : nah

All Might (lord_dynamight) : I stopped going after a while 

All Might (lord_dynamight) : only reason I would go is cuz this ####### I know would drag me there when we were kids

All Might (mightyb0y) : WHATTT. I love the summer festival

All Might (lord_dynamight) : well MAYBE I’ll go when we meet

All Might (mightyb0y) : YAY I CANT WAIT :3

All Might (lord_dynamight) : let’s go look at the summer festival

 

Zu’s character follows closely behind Katsuki. Katsuki nudged on the forward keys—stopping as he trudged forwards so he and Zu could walk shoulder-to-shoulder.

 

The summer festival was held in the city park. Little booths were set up—lanterns hung from every ceiling. 

 

All Might (lord_dynamight) : this is cool ig

All Might (mightyb0y) : this is cool!!

 

Their chat bubbles floated up above their avatars in sync.

 

All Might (lord_dynamight) : jinx you owe me a ####### soda

All Might (mightyb0y) : suki

All Might (mightyb0y) : is jinx on roblox even a thing

All Might (lord_dynamight) : well it is now

 

Katsuki tittered into the periphery of his pillow, rubbing the side of his cheek onto it as his eyes fluttered open and closed—fighting the drowsiness.

 

Another pair of players walked by.

 

Midnight

Pro Hero - 25 - crush: ???

 

Miss Joke

pro hero ~ 24 ~ single ~ bi ~ crush: ?

 

Midnight (forlun444) : miss joke, doesn’t the moon look beautiful?

Miss Joke (junetaffy1127) : thinks *no way…does she…?* 

Miss Joke (junetaffy1127) : yes!! its gorgeous <3

All Might (lord_dynamight) : cringe

All Might (mightyb0y) : SUKI THAT ISNT PRIV CHAT

All Might (lord_dynamight) : that’s the point 

Miss Joke (junetaffy1127) : stop being so rude omg

Midnight (forlun444) : just ignore them ml

 

Katsuki raised an eyebrow at ‘bi’. The fuck did that mean?

 

Midnight and Miss Joke put some distance between them and the pair of All Mights. 

 

Midnight (forlun444) : Miss Joke, I…read your diary.

Miss Joke (junetaffy1127) : O//O oh !!

 

Miss Joke

(forlun444)

pro hero ~ 24 ~ single ~ bi ~ crush: ?

 

ENTRY 1:

Today I met a hero that goes by the name ‘Midnight’. She’s so gorgeous! I’m honored to be in her hero team.

 

ENTRY 2:

Midnight is really interesting. She never fails to make me flustered! No wonder she’s called the R-Rated hero!

 

ENTRY 3:

During my joint mission today with Midnight, she completely saved the day after she crafted the perfect decoy. She’s truly talented and amazing.

 

ENTRY 4:

Midnight’s attitude in the morning is adorable. She always complains about how she looks in the morning, but I think she always looks gorgeous. 

 

ENTRY 5:

She’s the prettiest girl in the world. I love everything about her, she’s a great friend.

 

ENTRY 6:

I don’t know what I’m feeling anymore. 

 

ENTRY 7:

I think I’m in #### with Midnight

Miss Joke (junetaffy1127) : …so do u..?

Midnight (forlun444) : *blushes and holds hand* …yes

Midnight (forlun444) : I’m in #### with you too

Midnight (forlun444) : L oooooooooo.  Ve*

Midnight (forlun444) : <3

 

Katsuki clicked his tongue— way to ruin the moment . He and Zu were having a great time by themselves, but a cringe-fest just had to come and ruin it. 

 

All Might (lord_dynamight) : ODers lmao cringe

All Might (mightyb0y) : sukiiiiiiiiiiiii

All Might (lord_dynamight) : yea what’s up

All Might (mightyb0y) : i gtg! I have to wake up early tmr :<

All Might (lord_dynamight) : you dummy

All Might (lord_dynamight) : you shouldn’t have agreed to stay up then

All Might (mightyb0y) : noooo it’s ok! I had a lot of fun, plus I wanted to

All Might (lord_dynamight) : whatever you say

All Might (mightyb0y) : bye suki <3 :P

All Might (lord_dynamight) : bye zu </3 >:/

 

…

 

Midnight (forlun444) : sorry who’s the ODer

All Might (lord_dynamight) : r u slow

All Might (lord_dynamight) : you

Miss Joke (junetaffy1127) : that looked kinda cringe to me but ok lmao

All Might (lord_dynamight) : #### off

 

Katsuki scoffed as he left the game. He then hovered over to his chat with Zu.

 

mightyb0y

Nickname: zu 

  Aug 25, 3:11 AM

 

goodnight loser >

<3 >

 

As Katsuki shut the lid of his laptop, the curiosity from earlier crept into his mind. His cursor swept over his app sidebar, and landed on Google.

 

Google

[                               ]

 

Katsuki’s eyebrows knit together as his fingers stomped on the letter keys.

 

Google

[      bi meaning       ]

 

Bi

1 of 4 • noun or adjective 

bisexual

2 of 4 • prefix

 

Back to the search bar Katsuki went.

 

Google

[    bisexual meaning    ]

 

Bisexual

adjective 

 

• sexually or romantically attracted to both men and women, or to more than one sex or gender.

 

 

As Katsuki scrolled through multiple definitions, he came across a test.

 

Am I Gay?

Take this quiz to find out!

Start quiz

 

Katsuki looked out from his covers—checking his doorway—then slipped back into his bed so his laptop faced the wall (just in case).

 

Have you ever had feelings for a same-gender close friend?

 

• I think so

• There’s a difference between a crush and friendship?!

• Hard no.

• People joke that we’re dating, but no.

 

 

Hard no—Selected

 

As Katsuki’s cursor ghosted over the ‘continue’ button, he paused for a moment.

 

He then drags his cursor back to the options.

 

There’s a difference between a crush and friendship?!—Selected

 

Have you ever wanted to kiss someone of the same gender?

 

Nope.

 

When you picture a relationship, what do you picture?

 

Katsuki squints his eyes, then rolls them up and under his eyelids. Realistically, he doesn’t think about a future relationship. It’s a waste of time.

 

However , for the sake of this test, he’d try to imagine it.

 

Maybe high school with Zu.

 

Yea. The thought of high school made his stomach bubble and his smile wobbly. It made him look like a dumbass .

 

My best friend by my side—Selected

 

How would you feel identifying as gay?

 

• I’m not sure how I feel

• Absolutely not me

• Yeah, feels right 

• It honestly makes me nervous

 

 

I’m not sure how I feel—Selected

 

Have you ever felt attracted to the same gender?

 

Hell if he knew. He’d always been busy doing better things. Right now he didn’t have time for romance at all. The plan was already set out; he was going to get into UA, be in the same class as Zu, become #1 hero, and start an agency with Zu.  A side plot romance with some extra was boring.

 

Why would he have a romance with a nobody if he already had Zu?

 

Do you ever fantasize about being with someone of the same gender?

 

Katsukis mind ran to the thought of Zu like a pulse. 

 

Just because he’d found Zu’s name, typing habits, personality and maybe almost everything about him cute didn’t mean he liked him. Zu could probably give anyone butterflies with his personality. 

 

>Submit<

 

Quiz: Am I Gay?

You might be gay!

 

Katsukis eyelids shot to their crevice as his neck craned inwards towards the computer.

 

“This is fuckin’ inaccurate.” Katsuki mumbled under his breath as he switched his tab back to Roblox.

 

His stomach flipped over itself as his heart rang against his ribs like a bell—his quickening pulse pumping the solar gushed blood up to his cheeks.

 

mightyb0y

Nickname: zu 

  Aug 25, 3:11 AM

 

goodnight loser >

<3 >

< goodnight suki <3

 

Katsuki brought his palm up to his face, exhaling a punched-out breath from his curled up lips.

 

Zu was cute, it made his head hurt. Anyone would act the same in his position.

 

Right?

Notes:

oh how i love you chronically online katsuki

you already know i had to pull out the "am i gay" quiz

THANK YOU GUYS SM FOR THE LOVE <3 it motivates me an insane amount u have no IDEA

Chapter 4: maybe love isn't overrated

Notes:

song of the chapter!!!!

- wasted summers by juju<3

“Katsuki! ” Mitsuki’s yell gruffed near the edge of Katsuki’s name. It muffled as it traveled from the bottom floor and up to his room.

 

Katsuki rubbed his head into the carving he’d created out of his pillowcase. His cheeks rubbed alongside the cotton walls of his baby blanket as his eyes fluttered open.

 

(Listen, who the hell made baby blankets an ‘immature’ thing. He just liked the feeling of it against his cheek. Sue him!) 

 

The altitude of his mom’s voice practically slapped him awake.

 

“Kasuki! Get outta bed, you damn brat! We’re gonna be late!” Mitsuki stripped him of his blankets; Katsuki curled his body against the sudden exposure to the gushing AC, hiding himself back in his sleep.

 

“Get out, now!” This time, Mitsuki wrapped her fingers around Katsuki’s forearm and dragged him out of his bed.

 

Katsuki slapped his mom’s grasp off as he began to bark complaints at her.

 

“You hag! Where the hell are we going at the ass-crack of dawn!?”

 

“It’s 10 in the morning, brat! Don’t tell me you stayed up playing that stupid game again?”

 

“So what if I did?! It’s my summer break, I can do whatever the hell I want!”

 

“One more word with that attitude and I’m taking that laptop away!”

 

Katsuki retracted his sharp glare from his mom and detoured it over to the wall of his room–falling silent. Grumbles boiled at the base of his throat as his eyebrows sunk together.

 

“Where the hell are we even going anyways?”

 

“We’re going to the Midoriya’s.”

 

Katsuki’s eyes rolled around like an eight-ball against a pool table as he blew out an exaggerated groan. His neck swayed to the side–his body scrunching up in distaste.

 

“For what?”

 

“We’re going to the summer festival with them. I haven’t seen Inko in months!”

 

“I’m not going.”  Katsuki crossed his arms

 

“Oh, so you’re too scared to see Izuku now?”

 

“That’s not it ! I don’t wanna hang out with that loser! He’s such a pain in the ass!”

 

“You better be changed in 10 minutes, or it’s no more Roclock for the rest of the summer.” Mitsuki shuffled into the hallway as she slipped on her earrings.

 

“It’s Roblox, you hag!” 

Katsuki digs his hands deep into the pockets of his baggy jeans as he uses his mom’s frame to hide behind her. 

 

Within those 10 minutes granted to Katsuki, he slipped on his washed-denim jeans, a white tank top (that hugged his torso), and a navy cap as a replacement for a hair-do. 

 

There, the two of them stood on the ‘welcome’ mat of the Midoriya’s front door.

 

Mitsuki peeked over her shoulder to glance at Katsuki once more.

 

“Couldn't you have at least done your hair?” She mumbled.

 

Katsuki grumbled under his breath as his glare shot back to the hallway of the apartment complex.

 

As Mitsuki sunk the bud of her finger onto the doorbell, muffled chatter leaked through the cracks as footsteps lured closer to the front door.

 

The lock jingled as the door opened; Inko appeared with a toothy smile that made the apples of her cheeks prop up closer to her cheekbones. As she tilted her head, the familiar face of Izuku was revealed.

 

“Mitsuki! Hi! I’m so glad you could make it!” 

 

“I’m so happy you invited me! It’s been way too long. Sorry I’m late,” Mitsuki pivoted, her torso opening as she revealed the pouting Katsuki from behind her.

 

She poked her thumb back in the direction of Katsuki, “This brat woke up late. It’s about time he goes somewhere.”

 

Katsuki’s face remains sour as he refrains from fighting against his mom. Do it for Zu do it for Zu do it for Zu; every voice in his head chants.

 

“Don’t worry about it! I’m just glad Katsuki could make it; Izuku’s been glued to his computer playing that one game…what was it called?” Inko tapped her chin with her index finger, her pupils floating up to the ceiling as she recalled. 

 

“Mom!” Izuku’s eyebrows crinkled as he waved his hands in displeasure.

 

“Roblox, I think. He’s been addicted!” Izuku deflated back behind his mom, completely defeated.

 

“Same damn game as Katsuki. Thank God school starts soon.”

 

“Oh, for sure!” Inko giggled as she slipped a hand onto Mitsuki’s shoulder, guiding her inside the apartment.

 

Katsuki stood at the doorway, then propped his gaze up to Izuku–who stood awkwardly as he waited for Katsuki.

 

The sole of Katsuki’s shoe bit down onto the heel of his sneakers, slipping his sock-covered feet onto the wooden tile.

 

He then glanced at Izuku once again, and stormed past him as he trailed over to the dining table the adults sat at.

 

“I didn't greet you properly, Katsuki! Hi, how are you? Oh, you’ve grown so much!” Inko pulls him into an embrace, coddling him as she swung him side-to-side in her arms. Katsuki stood frozen like a pole.

 

“ ‘m fine.” Katsuki mumbles against her corduroy cardigan.

 

Normally, Katsuki wouldn’t hesitate to jump out of her embrace; however… Do it for Zu do it for Zu.

 

“You too, Izuku! How are you?” Mitsuki softened as a smile melted onto the corners of her lips. She then lifted her hand and planted it onto Izuku’s head, and began ruffling her fingers through Izuku’s wavy mess of hair.

 

“I’m doing good, auntie! It’s nice to see you.” Izuku leaned into Mitsuki’s touch.

 

“It’s nice to see you, you damn sweetie. Complete opposite to that punk.” Mitsuki teased as her thumb jabs in Katsuki’s direction once again.

 

Inko puts her palms on  Katsuki’s shoulders, guiding him closer to Mitsuki and Izuku.

 

“How about you and Katsuki go play in your room before we leave for the festival, Izuku?”

 

“We aren’t babies !” Katsuki and Izuku exclaim in sync.

 

“Play, hangout, you know what I meant.” Inko and Mitsuki giggle as they tread into the Kitchen.

 

Katsuki and Izuku are left stranded in the dining room.

 

“Well, let’s go I guess.” Izuku mumbles as he walks past Katsuki, signaling him to follow.

 

Izuku stands in the doorway as he waits for Katsuki to enter, then clicks the door shut. Katsuki stands in the middle of Izuku’s room–isolated–with his neutral glare staring Izuku down.

 

“Uh,” Izuku croaks, “You can sit on my bed.” 

 

The bed creaks as Katsuki shifts his weight onto Izuku’s mattress; he fiddles with the bill of his cap, his fingers tugging along the stitching.

 

Izuku takes up upon himself to set some sort of boundary between the two of them–before Katsuki did, at least. Thus, he plops down onto his desk chair and rolls it over in Katsuki’s direction.

 

…

 

Izuku glances up at Katsuki, then back down to his lap.

 

“So…” Izuku begins.

 

“You play Roblox too…?” 

 

Katsuki kept his glare away from Izuku, taking a peek at him when his hands fell near the trail of his eyes.

 

“None of your business.” Katsuki sharpened.

 

“You don’t have to hide it; our moms admitted to it.” 

 

“And so what if I do? That ain’t gonna make us all buddy-buddy. Don’t act all cocky now.”

 

Izuku’s lips thinned as he pulled them in, causing his cheeks to puff out. 

 

“Kacchan, I never even said I wanted to be all-”

 

“Shut up. I’m only here ‘cause…” The words died on Katsuki’s tongue. 

 

“‘Cause what?” Izuku raised a brow.

 

“ None of your business .” Katsuki spat defensively.

 

I’m only here so that damn hag doesn’t take my laptop away. 

 

Izuku stared at Katsuki blankly. He then lifted a finger up to his cheek and began scratching it as he began once again.

 

“Well I do. The hero games on there are pretty fun.”

 

Katsuki scoffs, “Yeah, I know . I’m not a dumbass.”

 

“What’s your favorite?”

 

…

No answer.

 

“Okay then…” Izuku nods as his eyes narrow.

 

“Well, mine is Pro-Heroes RP. I only started playing a week ago, and the graphics aren’t all that good, but it’s really fun.” 

 

Just great. Deku just had to copy his favorite game, didn’t he?

 

“Only a week? Please .” Katsuki crossed his arms as he let his superiority talk. He then leans back onto Izuku’s bed, supporting himself with the wall.

 

“ Oh, how long have you been playing then?” Izuku’s eyelids bridged over his pupils as he crossed his calf over his thigh–planting his elbow onto his knee as he cradled his chin with his palm.

 

“3 months, ‘ya damn noob. How d’ya even manage to get behind me in a Roblox game? Try to keep up, at least . ” Katsuki chuckled as he let a malicious smirk sew itself onto his lips.

 

“That means you’ve been pretending to log on to Roblox for three consecutive months to play hero? Well, I’ve been using that time to analyze heroes but m’kay…” Izuku mumbled with a coated attitude, countering Katsuki’s insults.

 

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?”

 

“I dunno, do you ever try to be a little nicer?”

 

“You’ve always been such a sensitive little bitch . And who cares if you spent that time analyzing shit, you’re a quirkless loser anyways.”

 

“Well, to be fair you-”

 

“Boys! Let's go!” Inko called from the hallway.

 

Katsuki jumped up from Izuku's bed–storming out of the room before Izuku was even on his feet.

“Here, boys!” Inko brought Izuku and Katsuki palms together and flooded them with cash.

 

“Inko…I said I could pay for-” Mitsuki frowned as her eyes softened at Inko

 

“Nope! Today is my treat!”

 

“Then next time, it’s on me. I swear on it, you stubborn woman.” Mitsuki nudged Inko playfully as her frown flipped upside down–morphing into a smirk.

 

“Stay together, Izu and Katsuki! I don’t want either of you getting lost or hurt.” Inko nudged her pointer finger at the pair.

 

“Thanks. I got it, mom.” Izuku huffed as he slipped the cash into his pockets, flashing a small smile at her.

 

“Have fun!” Inko waved as Katsuki and Izuku began walking deeper into the festival.

 

The silence between the pair was flooded with the chattering amongst the crowd; the ringing of the winning bells, the grilling of food.

 

“It’s hot as shit.” Katsuki grumbled under his breath.

 

“What?” Izuku questioned as he leaned closer to Katsuki.

 

“ Nothing.” Katsuki shot at Izuku, his words sharp and precise like a bullet. He then accelerated his pace as he moved through the sea of people in the crowd, treading towards another booth.

 

“Kacchan, wait!” Izuku clutched his wrist before the crowd washed over them like a tide.

 

The sudden contact made Katsuki’s skin crawl. He snatched his wrist away as he turned to face the stem of it.

 

“Dont fucking touch me!” Katsuki’s voice elevated, and so did the amount of eyes on them.

 

Izuku–being suddenly embarrassed–put his palms out at Katsuki in defense.

 

“Sorry! Haha..” 

 

The brewing attention slowly dissipated, and Katsuki began his journey to who-knows-where once again. Sticking to his mom’s word, Izuku huffed in annoyance as he struggled to follow Katsuki.

 

Katsuki swung open the door to the only convenience store in the festival, and Izuku caught it before it closed completely on him. Katsuki yanked the cooler door open and picked out a cherry flavored popsicle. 

 

Since he was already here, Izuku imitated Katsuki and grabbed the same popsicle.

 

While waiting to pay, Katsuki’s tongue clicked as the sole of his shoe tapped more ferociously onto the flooring.

 

“What do you wanna do after this?” A feminine voice chirped as she latched onto the man's arm.

 

“Whatever you wanna do, my love.” The man rubbed his cheeks alongside her silky hair.

 

Katsuki grumbled as he glared a hole in the back of their heads.

 

“Do people have no respect nowadays? This is so fuckin’ cringe..”

 

Izuku’s glance pulled away from the couple, and over to Katsuki as the complaints left his mouth.

 

Izuku couldn’t help but giggle. The tingle in his stomach spawned; the warmth in his heart spread through his veins, touching his cheeks and airbrushing them with a rosy color.

 

“The fuck are you laughing at?” Katsuki scorned.

 

“Nothing,” Izuku wiped a tear from the corner of his eyes.

 

“You just reminded me of someone.” Izuku’s lips tugged up as the thought of Suki popped into his mind.

 

He couldn’t wait to get home and talk to Suki.

Notes:

2 chapters in less thank 24 hours?!? IM ON A ROLL!!!!!

yea, i got sick and had to stay home from school...guess what i did LMAO

im gonna be completely real w u guys; there isnt a set number of chapters for this. Im just kinda estimating 15 chapters based on the really poorly planned out timeline i made,,IM TRYING NOT TO MAKE IT SUPER LONG!!!! maybe 20k range. but don't worry! the plot is gonna start brewing up >:)

Chapter 5: for the first time

lord_dynamight

Nickname: < suki3

  Aug 26, 9:02

 

sukiiiiiiii>

lmk when ur online :P >

and how ur day was >

 

Izuku’s head rests on the pillow cradled in his arms as he flopped over on his bed—resting on his belly as he waits for Suki to get online.

 

He and Katsuki had spent the whole day together at the festival. 

 

Well, together wasn’t the most accurate wording. The majority of the time they’d ‘spent’ together consisted of Izuku chasing around Katsuki as he did what he pleased.

 

Majorily, Katsuki tried to escape the heat. He’d cycle from the same convenience store, to the comically large electric fan in the back alleyway between the rows of booths, to the food stand that sold spicy takoyaki balls, and back to the cement hedge under a tall tree near the outskirts of the festival.

 

They didn’t talk much, or much at all . The only conversation exchanged between the two of them were useless bickers full of ‘shut ups’ and ‘well actually’s’. 

 

They eventually reached a stalemate, and all possibility of having a civil conversation dissolved into the humid, sticky air.

 

And so how did Izuku spend these hours of solemnity? He substituted what was in front of his eyes with the thought of what he lived online.

 

In a little over a year—if he manages to get into UA—he’ll be able to come back with Suki. Maybe they could stay late enough to watch the fireworks together, or actually try out the rigged games in the booths. 

 

Maybe next, next summer, he’ll be able to come back with a real friend. He’d finally be able to be the one dragging someone else around the festival instead of being dragged around. 

 

And maybe, Suki wouldn't mind holding hands in a crowd (instead of flinching away).

 

lord_dynamight

Nickname: < suki3

  Aug 26, 9:02

 

sukiiiiiiii>

lmk when ur online :P >

and how ur day was >

< sorry

< i just got home

< and sheesh

< it was damn awful

how come? :( >

< I got woken up at the ### crack of dawn

< then got dragged to a summer festival

    w/ a guy that pisses me the #### off

<  yk how much i dont like festivals 

LOL NO WAY >

the same exact thing happened to me >

but maybe if you went w/ me…you might like them >

C; >

< hmmm

< maybe >:[

< but that’s ####### hilarious 

< we both had a pain in the ### day 

I mean I love festivals >

the only difference is this guy >

he did whatever he wanted >

and we had to stay together right >

but he just kept leaving >

so I had to go find him and chase him >

and we skipped out on all the fun stuff >

and he just says things that really make me so >

RAHHHH >

:/ >

< what an #######

< if he knew u wanted to do that

< he should’ve at least let u do some of it

< i would have punched him in the face

< then dragged him to where I wanted to go

eh it’s ok >

I’m over it now >

I was dying to go home the whole time tho >

so I could talk to you c: >

< so damn corny

< ur obsessed u weirdo

< >:0 

do u not like me as ur bff :,( ? >

< cringe

< I guess I’ll say it ONCE

< I was also kinda 

< just a little bit excited

< to come home and talk 2 u too

I wish we could talk outside of roblox >

< i mean

< why can’t we?

would u want to? :< >

< hell ####### yea 

< then I can get this damn censor off my ###

YAY :) >

do u have an instagram acct? >

< nope

< but I can make one

OKOK >

tell me ur user when u make it >

< im making it rn

< whats ur username

same as here >

mightyb0y >

< ofc it is

< u damn nerd

 

The thought of Katsuki popped into Izuku’s mind. His face soured as he shook the invasive thought away.

 

ur just as nerdy as me >

u hypocrite >:[ >

< yea but im cooler so it cancels out

ok damn T-T >

< i'm just kidding

< ur the coolest in the world

< zu

ahhhsshhhshah C: >

ur the best >

suki >

<3 >

< damn right i am

< <3

< I made the acct btw

< my username is lord_dynaxmighty

YOU BARELY CHANGED URS >

AND U WERE BULLYING ME?! >

< nono

< i changed it so then It has both of our names

< I only downloaded instagram to talk to u

< it makes sense

you,,,,,, >

 

Izuku suppressed his giggles as he plugged the password into his phone, tapping on the ombre icon of Instagram.

 

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   lord_dynaxmighty

 

 who is this stranger… )

-___-  )

( yk what maybe i should j delete the app

( asshole >:/

NOOO COME BACK :C )

also woahhhh language 0_0 )

( shut the fuck up

( ill use this damn thing however the fuck i want

 

…

sooo )

you got it out of ur system suki? )

:[] )

( ….

( yea

lol :) )

that’s so cute )

( u hit ur head or smth?

( how in the world is that cute

just cuz it’s from you )
(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) )

( ur such a weirdo 

but im ur weirdo <3 )

IM SORRY THAT WAS SO CRINGE LOL )

I HAD TO )

( as horribly cringe as that was

( u weird ass fucker

( true

no heart back :c? )

( ur so PICKY

( fine

( <3

ur just stubborn )

( im not stubborn

( i have self respect

BORINGGGGGG :P )

( nuh uh

( maybe ur nerdy ass should get some

I have it already, thank u very much )

im just not a baby about things )

( please… -_-

( like what

i can send u hearts just fine )

im not embarrassed )

unlike someone… )

( oh I’ll show you

( <3

( see

( no shame

that’s lower level )

well I can say that ur cute when u act stubborn)

( I can do that too

( ur cute when you’re painfully 

  annoying unfortunately 

( see I did it

( ready to take back ur words?

hmmm nope )

because I bet I can do more )

( oh can u now?

( like what

 

Izuku’s hands shook as he squished his finger onto the microphone icon of his text message bubble. He raised the phone up to his lips, breathing out as a lull whisper slipped from his lips.

 

“I really, really like you and talking to you and playing with you and doing everything with you..!”

 

—

 

Katsuki’s heart pumped up against his ribs as the voice message popped up.

 

His finger then crash landed on the play button as he brought it up to the tip of his ears

 

Zu’s voice played like a melody in his head as his stomach ached. It sounded like Zu was whispering in his ear.

 

Zu really liked him. But was he…

 

Katsuki blushed at the word. Well, did Zu like like him?

 

Katsuki swallowed a dry lump in his throat; it shot back down to the twirly mess in his stomach as he raised his phone.

 

“Okay dumbfuck, I can do that too. I like you even more. Don’t even try to top it.”

 

—

 

Izuku’s heart almost sprang out of his throat, creating whiplash as it expanded against his ribs. He rolled around his bed as he replayed the sound of Suki’s deep and raspy voice. It was adoring .

 

wow )

(@_@) )

im playing ur message on loop right now )

just to let you know )

( creep

( ur so weird

aw )

u aren’t playing mine? )

(￣^￣) )

well I guess that means I win !!! )

( who ever said anything abt me not doing it

( urs is ALSO on loop

( so looks like there’s no winner 

but I said I liked you first )

( that doesn’t mean shit

( I bet I’ve liked you longer 

nuh uh )

stop trying to CHEAT )

( ok well

( what do u mean

( when u say u like me?

 

Well, here goes nothing (if it wasn’t obvious enough).

 

I like like you )

idk if that’s what u meant )

but that’s what I meant )

( I meant that too

( I really

( really like you zu 

( like seriously 

me too )

I like you so much )

like wow )

I can’t believe this )

I’m losing my mind )

( well u better believe it

wait wait )

so what now? )

( well duh

( don’t u wanna date?

( if u dont that’s ok

( so don’t force urself or whatever

( I’m not a weak ass that’ll get hurt by that

HEYHEY )

don’t jump into conclusions )

(´；Д；`) )

I do wanna date !!!!!!!!!!!! )

are u kidding me ?-?:)2&2&1& )

holy crap of course I wanna )

don’t get all embarrassed (￣∇￣) )

ur so cute suki )

( im not embarrassed 

( I just don’t wanna pressure u

( and I knew you’d say yes

( duh

( ur an obsessed weirdo

( so it was obvious

playing it off now? )

CUTEEE )

( zu

( im npt cutr

( noy cure*

( NOT CUTS

( FUXK

( NOT CYTE

(NOT CUTE

LOL <3 )

U OK? )

WHATS W THE TYPOS? )

( nothing

AW CMON )

TELL MEEEE? :[ )

( fine

( just don’t make fun of me

( or I’ll kill you

( my hand are eeally shaky rn

why? (￣∇￣)<3 )

( It’s all your fault

( zu you drive me insane

( I almost dropped my damn phone

( holy crap and I won’t stop shaking

suki )

( yea?

“You’re so cute.”

 

( holy SHIT

( YOU ARENT FUCKING HELPING

( OH MY FUCKINH FOSH

 

“Suki, my heart is beating like crazy; you aren’t the only one.”

 

( zu

( oh my gosh

( shit

( saved all of those to my gallery btw

( especially the one where you say my name

 

“Not fair! I want one too!”

 

( mkay

( I GUESS so

( cuz ur my boyfriend and stuff 

( I can’t be loud tho cuz my parents r asleep

MMM THATS FINE <3 )

my mom is asleep too )

“Zu.”

“Aw, say more than that! Please?”

“I just don’t know what to say.”

“Uh, let’s see.”

“You’re really fuckin’…eh not that.”

“You’re…reallyreallycute.”

ohmyGOSH )

how do I make that my alarm my ringtone,,, )

a spotify episode,,, )

( you do that and I’ll murder u

ur such a LIAR )

OHHH CRAP ITS LATE )

( oh shit I didn’t even realize

I go back to school tmr (￣^ ￣) )

ughnsnaka I don’t wanna )

( i go back tmr too

( i don’t wanna go back to that shithole either

( I wish we went to the same school

if I went to school with you I’d never be absent )

(๑>◡<๑) ♡ )

( cringe

( <3

( if ur not feeling ok just text me

( or just text me whenever u want

( or whatever 

I will!!!!!!!!!!! <3 )

same for me )

actually please do text me )

that would be great )

( so desperate 

( mkay yea I will definitely 

( don’t worry about it

( my mom is nagging me  to go to sleep

( so I gtg

THATS OK!!! )

here lemme )

“Goodnight, Suki. I hope you sleep well.” Izuku breathed.

 

“G’night, Zu.” Katsuki croaked. He then titled the screen of his phone towards his forehead with his sweaty hands—hiding his wobbly smile and quiet titters as he drifted off into sleep.

 

Katsuki hated the summer; the unbearable humidity that stained his shirts with sweats, the sun tattooing its rays on his skin, the sticky popsicle juice that ran down his fingers, the yearly festival visit with Deku.

 

But suddenly, all of the attributes he once hated about the summer suddenly became tainted with Zu’s presence.

 

The irritating sound of festival chatter overwrote itself with Zu’s voice—soothing the never ending frustration that resided within his heart like a pain killer—on a Sunday night.

 

Playing Pro Heroes RP was no longer fun unless Zu was online. Time would slow down, his fingers would tap against his desk, he’d refresh his homepage hundreds of times just to see the green ‘online’ icon appear next to mightb0y’s avatar.

 

The present would turn into thoughts about the future. He’d find himself imagining how summer would feel like when he and Zu finally meet.

Maybe summer wasn’t all that bad. Maybe he was finally seeing summer for the first time again.

Notes:

KATSUKI AND IZUKU UGHHHHHHHHHHHH U DUMBASSES.

help i love them,,,,EEK I CANT WAIT TO WRITE ABT THEM IN SCHOOL NOW HAHA

sorry for the late-ish update,,,a girl has been binging ff instead of writing it i fear..

Chapter 6: don't tell anyone?

“ Katsuki!” Mitsuki stormed over to the periphery of his bed, stripping away the comforter coddling his body.

 

“You’re gonna be late! Don’t tell me you stayed up again!” 

 

Katsuki’s nose scrunched as his hand skidded over to the other side of his king-sized mattress–attempting to fish out his phone whilst blindsided by his drowsiness.

 

A hand bulldozed it’s way through his line of vision; his mom grabbed his phone.

 

“Get up! I’m not giving this crap back until you’re downstairs and ready .” Mitsuki waved her wrist as she cradled his phone in her palms, bringing it to her chest protectively as glare sharpened.

 

“Then get the fuck out if you want me to change!” Katsuki jumped on his feet as he cornered Mitsuki until her body passed his doorframe.

 

“Oh, don’t you even try using that attitude-” 

 

The once sharp remarks from Mitsuki became distorted and muffled as Katsuki slammed the door in her face–clicking the lock shut .

 

He spat out mumbled curses into the atmosphere of his room as he rushed to his closet–yanking out a classic black uniform. The hanger head snapped apart from the sudden force, causing Katsuki to shoot the abandoned body at his wall as he slipped his uniform pants on.

 

He jumped into his uniform pants as he attempted to keep his weight balanced like a measuring scale. Once he finished buckling his belt, he wasted no time to slip on the stiff white-collar shirt and his sleek black jacket.

 

A finger tugged at his button-up collar as he ran for his toothbrush. 

 

Katsuki then wished death upon the person who thought it was a good idea to force him to wear pants and a jacket in the scorching heat as the bristle of his toothbrush scraped along the gums of his teeth.

 

Shoes, bag…

 

Katsuki yielded just before he passed a mirror in the hallway.

 

He tousled his fingers through the spikey strands of his hair, then titled his head towards his reflection as he observed his new hair-do.

 

“Now that hag can’t say shit.” Katsuki mumbled as he swung his school bag up into the air–landing on his back–as he dashed down the stairs.

 

“Come eat!” Mitsuki yelled from the kitchen.

 

“ No! I’m gonna be late! Give me my phone too!” Katsuki leaned against the wall as he yanked his shoe on by the heel–his fingers getting squished.

 

Mitsuki groaned as she appeared behind Katsuki.

 

“And who’s fault is that?” Mitsuki slurred as she poked Katsuki’s back with his phone.

 

Katsuki stayed silent as he snatched his phone back.

 

“Take this at least.” Mitsuki nudged a bento box towards Katsuki.

 

His eyes flung around the room as he rolled his eyes.

 

“Fine. I’m leaving.”

 

“You brat . I love you!”

 

Katsuki slipped the straps of his schoolbag higher onto his shoulder blades as he dug his phone out of his pocket.

 

Instagram

3 New notifications 23 minutes ago.

 

[mightyb0y]

good morning suki <3 im omw to school!

 

[mightyb0y]

hope u have a good day :))

 

[mightyb0y]

also did u see the new all mig…

 

There–in broad daylight–Katsuki flashed a toothy grin as a giggle escaped from his lips. The pouch in his empty stomach rose up to his throat as it panged against his heart.

 

The corners of his mouth were becoming sore from all the smiling recently.

 

Katsuki slumped his neck over deeper into his phone as his thumbs shot up to the digital keyboard.

< zu!

mightyb0y

 

( good morning suki <3 im omw to school!

( hope u have a good day :))

( also did u see the new all might x miniso drop??

hiya )

<3 )

i’ll be fine )

worry more abt urself u dummy, but thanks )

but no i havent )

tell me abt it )

( OOO THEYRE SO CUTE

( they’re dropping little keychains

( like of all might with all of his iconic outfits

( there’s 9 different versions

( but they’re blind boxes and they have different rarities

( im gonna break the bank with this one

( popping open my savings for this drop

thats sick )

do they have bronze age? )

and if so what's the rarity? )

( nerd :P

  ^Message liked by lord_dynaxmighty

( yea they do!!

( it’s rare

( so it should be somewhat common

( you like bronze age most?

oh 100% )

his costume during bronze age is my favorite )

It’s so fucking cool )

he never should've killed off the red and black costume )

( i’m personally a fan of golden era..

( its THE BEST era in terms of everything

( his strength is the best it’s ever been

( his costume is made out of the primary colors 

  which signifies ALL OF HIS TRAITS

( the blue is for peace and serenity

( the red is for his physical aptitude

( and yellow is for confidence and positive thinking

( like ARE U KIDDING??????

( ITS PERFECT

 

Katsuki bit the skin of his bottom lip as he fought back another smile. His gaze remained sunken in his phone as he walked beside the back gates of his school.

duh )

ofc he’s gonna be awesome as hell )

he’s all might )

( i hope i can become a hero like all might

you will )

I bet you will )

we both will )

( yea :) we will

( u can have a red and black hero costume like all might

 

The door squeaked as Katsuki slid it open with one hand.

 

hmm not a bad-

 

“Yo Bakugo! Who’re texting with that face, hm?” His classmate yanked his arm over Katsuki’s shoulder, peering at his screen.

 

Katsuki jumped at the sudden contact; he rammed his palm into the side of his classmate’s head and shoved him away as he cradled his phone in his palms.

 

“Fuck off .” The tone of Katsuki’s voice sliced through the chatter in the classroom.

 

“M..my bad. Sheesh.” His classmate murmured as he returned back to his seat.

 

Footsteps trailed closer to Izuku as Katsuki walked to his desk–diagonal from Izuku’s. Izuku leaned forward–hiding his screen–as he swiped his thumb upwards whilst switching tabs.

 

Once Izuku noticed Katsuki glued down onto his seat, he returned to his original tab.

 

Katsuki tilted his gaze–peeking over his back–as he retrieved his phone from the safety of his chest. He swiped down and lowered the brightness of his screen as he returned to his conversation with Zu.

 

hmm not a bad thought )

sorry for delayed reply )

some asshole bothered me )

( its ok (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ !!

( im sorry

( that sucks :( are u ok?

nah im fine )

he was just being a nosy shit )

told him to fuck off tho so it’s solved )

 

Katsuki perked up from his phone.

 

Breathy titters escaped from not too far behind him–a spot where it was unusual to hear anything at all. Even amongst all the chatter, the sound stuck out to him like a sore thumb.

 

Katsuki peeked over his shoulder. Izuku’s shoulders shook subtly as he suppressed his giggles, the corner of his lips stabbed into his cheeks as he attempted to pull them down. 

 

Katsuki clicked his tongue. What a fuckin’ weirdo. 

 

The phone that resided in his grasp vibrated against his fingertips; he reverted his attention back to his phone.

 

( of course you did suki

( and i know i shouldn’t laugh

( but that's hilarious

well hopefully next time he’ll leave me the fuck alone )

 

“Welcome back everyone; I hope you didn’t get too comfortable over summer break! Today, we begin the real work.” 

 

The class fell into collective groans.

 

ughh class is starting )

I gotta go )

( i also gotta go :( 

( i’ll talk 2 u later (*^^*)♡

mkay )

cya zu )

<3 )

 

—

 

“Yes, Bakugo?” Their teacher pointed towards Katsuki with a piece on white chalk; his glasses slid down as his eyes met Katsuki.

 

“Can I go to the bathroom?” Katsuki asked monotonously–not a singular change in his expression.

 

“Yes, go ahead.” Their teacher dismissed Katsuki with a flick of a wrist as he continued his scholarly tangent.

 

Katsuki slipped his phone into his back pocket as he rushed into a stall. As he finished turning the lock shut, he pivoted on his feet to lean on the door and fished his phone out of his pocket.

 

< zu!

mightyb0y

 

pst )

nerd )

u there? )

 

Katsuki stood idly for a minute or two before his phone vibrated. Whilst admiring the new text bubble that appeared on the screen, he slid down the stall door–bending down as he rested his bottom on the ground and his elbows on his knees–and chuckled to himself.

 

( im here!!!!!!

( im sneaking my phone tho

( what’s up? (╹ꇴ◠)

those things r so damn stupid )

( what? 

( these? 

( (┳◡┳)

mhm )

they’re so dumb )

and funny )

( WOW.

( im risking being caught 

( IN TROUBLE

( just for u to insult me???????/

( (¬､¬)

( im leaving,,,,

NO )

wait )

come back )

well shit )

there’s only one way to fix this )

(T＿T) )

( U HYPOCRITE

sorry i made fun of u )

(╥_╥) )

don’t leave, u party pooper )

( dont worry it wasnt cuz of u

( i almost got caught

( i tried going to the bathroom but SOMEONES

 BEEN IN THERE FOREVER

( so now i'm being held captive :/

im hiding in the bathroom rn )

everything we’re learning ik anyways )

( ME TOOOO

( its cuz i study for the UA entrance exam

( so i study harder stuff

yuppp )

we r just better )

 

Katsuki exhaled as his eyes glinted towards the screen. Zu’s presence was alluring; his attention span had been cut to nothing if it wasn’t associated to Zu. He’d spend the whole day with butterflies in his stomach just at the mere thought of him.

 

I cant wait for high school )

I cant wait to see you )

( HOLY CRAP

( YOU CANT JSST AAY THAT 

( IM IN CLASS
( THIS IS EVIL

( my teacher asked if i was ok cuz i jumped in my seat

(  THIS IS ALL UR FAULT

LMFAO )

thats pure gold )

( SHUT UP

( (¬､¬)

( the guy in the bathroom won’t come back

( its been like 15 minutes

( hes probably taking a massive dump……

he should hurry up )

annoying assholes with stomach issues )

( he doesn't have stomach issues or anything

( he’s the same guy i went to the festival with

( so he’s probably also on his phone or sidetracked

oh its that prick )

you should snitch on him )

give him a little bit of revenge )

( LOL THATS SO MEAN

( no i couldn’t 

( he’d kill me (^^;)

( and i’d feel kinda bad

why the fuck would u feel bad )

he deserves it after being such a dick )

( snitching is CRUEL ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌

( also he’s never done this

( so there could be smth wrong

( he might be, well

( not the most pleasant person

( but he’s really amazing

( he’s smart and hardworking and talented

( he has a crazy good quirk

( like he’s for sure gonna be a top hero

nah )

doesn’t matter how good he is )

he’s still a fucking asshole )

who the hell does he think he is )

( well he’s like that to everyone

( so don’t take it too serious

( he’s not that bad

( i know him so im used to him

( not everyone is tho

( so i kinda feel for ppl that JUST got to know him

( ヽ(ヅ)ノ

mm still dont like him )

Im probably way better )

u keep talking abt him like hes all that )

when we meet, youll finally see an actual amazing person )

( WOAH

( jealous much…? (¬‿¬)

jealous of a loser like him? )

please )

if theres anything abt him that im jealous of )

its the fact that hes known u his entire life )

asshole didn't deserve it )

( heyhey its ok 

( woah that was so cute

( an,gsmeg

zu )

u good? )

 

Katsuki swiped his finger to the right as he refreshed the chat log. His eyebrows knit tightly together as he frowned whilst checking his service.

 

His service was fine; in fact, it was abnormally high.

 

He then grumbled under his breath as he took this interference as a sign to head back to the classroom.

 

“ There you are , Bakugo.”

 

All eyes in the classroom drifted to him. Katsuki’s face remained frozen in his signature glare as he treaded to his desk.

 

“Anyways, as I was saying..”

 

The classmates sitting around Katsuki peered over at him hesitantly, then scanned one another as they all debated the same thing: questioning Katsuki about his whereabouts.

 

They took one last glance, then shook off the potential question as they dove back into their studies.

 

Katsuki; however, drifted his gaze towards the window as he drifted off into his thoughts. The arch on his brows softened; his ice-cold glare melted.

 

Hopefully Zu would reply soon. 

 

His head bobbed down in his lap as he flicked his phone out–checking for notifications. The once subtle act completely blew out of proportion though. His cover was blown.

 

“Bakugo, phone .”  a long ruler tapped on the periphery of his desk, making his head swipe back up to the figure that stood amongst him.

 

“Normally I'd just tell you to put it away, but the summer’s air got everyone addicted to that little screen, hm?” His teacher’s gaze panned over towards a deflated, apologetic Izuku.

 

Katsuki scoffed against his breath as he shoved the phone over into his teacher’s possession.

 

“I’ll give this back to you at the end of the day, both of you.” The ruler’s line of fire switched from Izuku to Katsuki.

 

Katsuki looked over at Izuku; their eyes locked as their gazes connected.

 

“ Thanks a lot.” Katsuki whispered sarcastically.

 

—

“Hope you boys learned your lesson.” 

 

Izuku nodded as he swallowed a lump down his dry throat. Katsuki stood next to him with an impatient tap of the foot, crossed arms, and a stale glare.

 

Their teacher passed the cellular devices back to their rightful owners, shooing them out of the classroom.

 

Katsuki wasted no time to storm past Izuku–unusually silent as he stayed glued to his phone.

 

Izuku shrugged the unusual behavior off as he excitedly pulled out his phone, walking not too far behind Katsuki.

 

< lord_dynaxmighty

lord_dynaxmighty

 

heyhey its ok ) 

woah that was so cute )

an,gsmeg n)

( zu

( u good?

 

4:24 P.M

 

SORRY )

yea im good! )

I got my phone taken away by my teacher )

(｡•́︿•̀｡) )

( no way

( me too lol

( its all ur fault i got my phone taken away

( >:/ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NUH UH )

ITS UR FAULT )

I GOT MINE TAKEN AWAY FIRST )

( well i guess u do got a point there

( i couldnt keep my damn hands off my phone

( i was hoping youd reply back

( (T＿T)

U COPYCAT )

NOW UR DOING THE EMOTICONS )

( i still think theyre dumb

( but u do it

( so its cute

when the HECK did u turn so )

iwue8493y94247yreiuh!@&^@*#@*^#*&! )

LIKE. )

 

Izuku’s glance perked up from his phone as a chuckle escaped from not too far ahead of him. He poked one of his eyebrows up, then narrowed his eyes. 

 

Was he hallucinating?

 

As Katsuki turned the corner, his wobbly smile became visible for a singular moment.

 

Izuku stopped in his tracks as if he’d seen a ghost. He blinked a few times, then snapped back into reality

 

Normally, this is where he and Katsuki split apart. However, his nosy tendency got the best of him. He peeked over the brick wall, then continued to follow him.

 

( wdym 

( I’ve always been like this

( i guess I’m just better

NUH UHHHHHHH )

( yeah huh

NUH UHHHHHHHHHHHHH)

( YEAH HUH

( hey tell me when u get home

( lets hop on pro heroes rp again

( I wanna play with you

ok!!!! <3 )

I will )

I wont be home til a little tho )

im on a side quest )

( what’s up?

it’s nothing serious!!!! )

 

Izuku’s heart ached a little as he lied. 

I forgot my notebook at school )

so I’m going back to get it )

( dummy

( that’s okay

( take ur time

( not too much tho…

LOL I WON'T (^○^) )

 

Katsuki’s feet stopped, and as they did, Izuku sprang to crouch behind the brick fence of his neighbors house.

 

Katsuki looked both ways as if he was crossing a road, then lifted his phone up to his mouth. It was quiet enough for Izuku to decipher it.

 

“I’ll talk to ya later then, Zu.”

 

Izuku’s heart plummeted to his stomach, and just as it did, Izuku’s phone vibrated.

 

Izuku slowly elevated his phone up to his eyes—hands slightly shaky—as he closed his eyes shut. 

 

Please let it be a coincidence; Izuku pleaded internally.

 

“I’ll talk to ya later then, Zu.”

 

Like a gunshot starting a marathon, the sound of Katsuki’s silky voice leaking through the speakers of Izuku’s phone electrified the adrenaline in his entire body as he dashed home.

 

This had to be a sick joke. It shot Izuku up into an internal paralytic shock; his usual racing thoughts dissipated into nothingness.

 

He briefly greeted his mom as he rushed into his room. Izuku began walking in circles as his heart pounded itself against his ribs, as his insides fizzled up, as his chest bobbed up and down with every inhale and exhale.

 

His feet swung up into the air, causing him to flip onto his bed as he groaned.

 

He felt fooled. All the clues were right under his nose, the timelines were too similar to be their own. It couldn’t have been more obvious, yet it was an obscure idea to even manufacturer.

 

Within the moment, there were details that hinted towards Katsuki, but the chances of something like that happening were close to nothing.

 

Not to mention Katsuki’s voice sounded completely different whenever he sent voice messages. He projected his voice into the microphone as if he was singing a lullaby. There wasn’t another person on the earth who could qualify to hear that voice from Katsuki.

 

Honestly, the problem wasn’t that it was Katsuki. 

 

The problem was that it him. 

 

There is no way Katsuki would be okay with dating him. It didn’t matter if he was dating Zu , the problem was that he was dating Izuku . With Katsuki’s sense of pride, he’d drop Izuku like a fly. Katsuki never reconsidered; he had a firm opinion of who Izuku was.

 

Izuku was the anomaly in this relationship.

 

He, on the other hand, would be okay with dating Katsuki in real life. If Katsuki was Suki, so be it. He’d throw all other factors of their relationship right out the window—resetting it to how they were online. Izuku was more than willing to start over with Katsuki if Suki was who he truly was.

 

As selfish and twisted as it was, Izuku didn’t want to end it. But at the same time, the guilt piled over his shoulders like weighted carcasses. 

 

And now that Izuku knew the reason for Katsuki’s toothy, giggly, smile, he halted any idea of tearing down the accidental deception.

 

Now that Izuku looked at him with a new clarity, Katsuki was different. 

 

Izuku was hooked—miserably love struck—and a small detail such as identity wouldn’t strike him down.

 

Izuku shook his head, shooting down his optimism. 

 

No. He couldn’t, he shouldn’t. 

 

[lord_dynaxmighty]

zuuuuu

 

[lord_dynaxmighty]

why’d u leave me on read hm >:/ ??????!

 

[lord_dynaxmighty]

and send a voice message back

 

[lord_dynaxmighty]

I wanna hear ur voice again

 

[lord_dynaxmighty]

pleaseeeeee

 

An electric jolt pierced his stomach. He brought a palm up to flushed cheek, groaning as the tips of his fingers pressed against the temples of his face.

 

 Maybe it’d be okay if Katsuki never found out.

 

“I’m getting online right now, Suki.”

Notes:

oh they're both so horrendously down bad CRINGEEEE!!!!!!!! LMAO

yea so they didnt reconize each others voices because NORMALLLYYY, they speak to each other with hella attitude. i found the idea that katsuki talks super softly with the person he likes HILARIOUS, so I HAD to add it in.

and for katsuki finding out,,,oh i have stuff planned for him too >:)

Chapter 7: double life

< lord_dynaxmighty

    lord_dynaxmighty

 

( zuuuuu

( good morning

( make sure to wear a warm coat

( it’s freezing today 

( OH YEA

( AND the scarf i sent you

( <3

 

The embers of Izuku’s bittersweet summer died out, and slowly morphed into a frostbitten winter. Izuku had been able to keep his identity a secret for over six months, and they were going strong . Katsuki had latched onto Zu like a leech; he always texted good morning, they sent each other gifts and letters (while keeping their mailboxes anonymous), and called as much as they could.

 

Izuku also spent these past few months watching Katsuki.

 

He loved the paradox of Katsuki’s voice. When they spoke in real life, Katsuki spoke to Izuku harshly. He’d sneer as he spat out every syllable with uttermost confidence. But the moment he’d hop on call with Katsuki, he’d speak his words with the delicacy of fine china. The way he’d announce his affectionate monologues to Zu liquified the muscles in his heart–melting it down into his stomach whilst his organs mushed together with every word he said.

 

They weren’t on ‘I love you’s; not yet, at least. Instead, they’d dance around the words, exaggerate ‘I like you’s, point out every detail about one another, adore one another.

 

Katsuki still continued his usual treatment towards Zu, and he’d asked Zu about how the ‘asshole’ was treating him at school.

 

Izuku–not wanting to give any hints away–told him he’d begun to leave him alone. The conversation about the mysterious ‘asshole’ eventually came to an end.

 

It’d be a lie to say it didn’t hurt Izuku. Sometimes his relationship with Katsuki online felt like a dream. He’d hear Katsuki’s own voice rambling on about how deeply enamored he was with him. As enchanting as this was, Izuku couldn’t help but let a melancholic burning sensation pile up in his throat as he held back heavy tears.

 

Sometimes it felt like Izuku was in love with a ghost.

 

The two had talked about face reveals, but held back on them. Izuku had lured Katsuki into believing that the idea of seeing each other for the first time at UA would keep them motivated whilst preparing for the entrance exams, and it worked. As aware as Izuku was about the impending panic that awaited him next year, he knew that until then, he had more time to suck up every drop of affection Katsuki would give him.

The window of Izuku’s room fogged up as the warmth radiating from the heater of his room kissed the cold world outside.

 

He wiggled his free arm through the sleeve of his white dress shirt as his eyes stayed on his phone–reading Katsuki’s text messages.

 

Izuku huffed out a giggle as his cheeks warmed.

 

< lord_dynaxmighty

    lord_dynaxmighty

 

( zuuuuu

( good morning

( make sure to wear a warm coat

( it’s freezing today 

( OH YEA

( AND the scarf i sent you

( <3

good morning suki <333 )

(*^^*)♡ )

 I will!!! dont worry )

look!!!!!!!! )

 

Izuku hurried over to the blankest wall in his room (one with no posters), and slipped on the striped–primary colored–scarf Katsuki had gifted Zu for Christmas. 

 

Katsuki had bought Zu mountains of trinkets and collectables during the past few months. After much of Zu’s worrying, Katsuki claimed that there was nothing he’d rather spend his money on.

 

To reciprocate Katsuki’s affection, Izuku began picking out All Might figures and trinkets for Katsuki whenever he visited the department store with his mom. Despite Katsuki’s efforts to ease Izuku’s consciousness, he couldn’t help but feel he was taking advantage of Katsuk because of his identity.

 

But as much as Izuku claimed that Katsuki would be better off not gifting him so frequently, he always looked forward to the weekly surprises Katsuki would send him. 

 

The one item he looked forward to the most though, were the letters Katsuki would hand-write for him.

 

He stored every singular letter he’d received from Katsuki in a memory box that sat in the deepest dresser of his room, just in case his mom ever decided to be nosy.

 

Izuku raised his phone up to his chest–angling it so it only showed his scarf and part of his collared shirt–and took the photo.

 

( jfnoewngoniwtnbhwni5wh

( zu

( ur so cute

( im so glad u like it

( well not surprising cuz i picked it

( no one could ever do as good of a job 

(─‿‿─)♡ )

yup )

no one ever could!!!!!!!!! )

cuz ur the best suki )

the best in the WHOLEEEEE WORLDDD )

( damn right

( but ur also the best

( and i know it’s a fact

( (灬♥ω♥灬)

 

Izuku giggled as he watched Katsuki use his emoticons freely. He’d picked it up from Zu, and showed no sign of dropping it now.

 

He then stripped his neck bare once again–switching scarfs. He’d never actually worn the things Katsuki had bought him out; not a singular trinket, not a singular clothing piece. It pained him to lie about it, but it would be more painful to have Katsuki find out about his identity.

 

Izuku then pulled on his coal-black uniform jacket, tightened his scarf, and left out the front door.

 

As Izuku turned the corner on the way to school, he found himself walking behind Katsuki.

 

Izuku’s stomach twirled as his eyes met with Katsukis scarf–identical to the one he’d bought for Zu.

 

Izuku watched Katsuki from behind, admiring his frost-bitten ears that glowed red. He loved the way Katsuki dug his hands deep in his pocket whilst muzzling his cheeks deeper into his scarf. Izuku couldn’t help but imitate.

 

He put his free hand in his pocket, then continued cradling his hero notebook in his other.

 

With every step Izuku took on the snowy sidewalk, the snow crunched up against the leather soles of his feet. It enveloped his shoes, making them like a refrigerator. Izuku already has low circulation to begin with, and the snow making his feet numb wasn’t helping with regulating the temperature in his body.

 

As he tranced around the thought of Katsuki, he stumbled over a rough patch of snow, causing him to swan-dive on the patchy piece of snowy concrete.

 

His hero notebook tossed itself not too hard ahead of him. As raised his crimson, frosty cheeks to grab it, he met eyes with Katsuki.

 

Katsuki scoffed as he pivoted towards Izuku, walking over to him as his once softened expression turned sour.

 

“You a stalker now or what?” Katsuki sneered as he bent down to pick the notebook up.

 

“We live in the same area, Kacchan.” Izuku’s expression deflated as he patted the remainder of the snow off his pants. He then raised his gaze once again as he reached for the notebook in Katsuki’s hands.

 

Katsuki swung his arm back as Izuku swung closer into his space.

 

“What’re you gonna do, huh? Try to get it back with the power of friendship, quirkless Deku?” Katsuki snickers.

 

“Kacchan! Just give it back!” Izuku leaned forward, his arm slicing through the air.

 

After multiple swings, his knuckles scraped over the cloth of Katsuki’s scarf.

 

Katsuki gruffed as he flinched away, then set off explosions in the same palm he held Izuku’s notebook in. Once the notebook was burnt to a crisp, Katsuki slapped it onto the ground, planted the bottom of his leather loafers on it, and gave it a swirly. 

 

“Don’t touch my shit.” Katsuki spat as he kicked Izuku’s notebook deeper into the snow once more for the final blow.

 

Izuku’s head lowered to look at his torn apart notebook. He couldn’t tell if it was because of his kiss against the icy concrete or the look on Katsuki’s face, but a burning sensation crawled up from Izuku’s stomach–scraping his throat as it entered his nostrils–and stung his eyes as tears built up.

 

He watched Katsuki swing his school bag over his shoulder, then carefully adjust the scarf that enveloped his cheeks.

 

Every time he talked with Katsuki in real life, all hope inside him shattered into bits and pieces. Part of him wished so badly he didn’t know this version of Katsuki, that they’d never met as kids. Maybe then he and Katsuki could’ve been something real , and not just in his head.

 

If only he had a quirk.

 

Izuku rubbed his soggy sleeve against his tear-laced eyes, sniffling as he regained the strength to move.

 

He planted his knees back onto the snow as he bent down to pick up his notebook. His palm tapped on the crinkled pages, attempting to straighten them back into their original form.

 

He then felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

 

< lord_dynaxmighty

    Lord_dynaxmighty

 

( im also wearing my scarf today 

( so we’re matching :)

 

Izuku’s eyebrows pierced into his skin as he frowned.

 

“Stupid Kacchan.” Izuku grumbled. He shut off his phone and shoved it back into his pocket. It would be a lie to say this didn’t make him horribly frustrated.

 

While he was hurt over the online situation, the Katsuki he dealt with in real life still pissed him off occasionally. Yes, Katsuki and Suki were the same person. The double-life Katsuki played was the reason Izuku was able to fawn over the real, living Suki despite the circumstances from the past–ones that diminished any future of Katsuki accepting the identity of Izuku. Without it, Izuku would still be dragging Katsuki’s name to the ends of the earth in his diary (well, not counting all the analysis pages in his hero notebook he’d been making of Katsuki all his life).

—

 

< lord_dynaxmighty

    Lord_dynaxmighty

 

( im also wearing my scarf today 

( so we’re matching :)

 

Read by m1ightyboy at 7:13 A.M.

 

5:20 P.M

 

( zu?

( whats wrong?

( did something happen?

( why’d u leave me on read?

 

Izuku squirmed deeper into his bed sheets as the notification appeared. He scoffed at the icon–still pent up about the events that happened early that day.

my bad )

didn’t mean to )

( zu

( why’re you mad?

( did i do something?

( please tell me

it has nothing to do w u )

 

Izuku rolled his eyes at his own message. It had everything to do with him!

 

( then let me hear about it

( i wanna help

 

As Izuku typed another letter of refusal, an idea blinked in his mind. 

 

okay )

you know the guy from a while ago? )

( ugh its the asshole again

 

Izuku tweaked the story, just a little bit.

 

he threw my notebooks in the school pond )

and now they’re all ruined )

 

Izuku giggled as he watched Katsuki’s speech bubble disappear, then reappear like a broken film projector.

 

( what an asshole

( who the hell would do that 

 

“Well, you .” Izuku mumbled to himself as he chuckled. 

 

I know right )

bullies like him are the worst )

( yea

 

Izuku couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He did feel a tiny hinge of guilt, but he justified it with the memory of what motivated him to do so.

 

sorry I took it out on you )

how was your day? )

( can we call?

( i miss u

 

There it was, the final blow. 

 

Izuku surrendered as his heart squeezed. Katsuki was irresistible.

 

Izuku huffed as his fingers slid alongside the ridge of his nose–embarrassed (and slightly ashamed) at how easily he’d forgiven Katsuki–then looked back down at his phone.

 

of course <3 )

 

lord_dynaxmighty

Call time 0:00

 

…

 

“Zu,”

“Hi-”

 

The pair took a small pause, then began giggling in sync.

 

“You already asked about my day, but how was yours?”

“It was normal. But this fucker bothered me in the morning.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. I thought he was following me so I..”

“I kinda lashed out at him. It pissed me off.”

“Ah, I see.”

“It’s just..I can’t stand him. He always acts like he’s better than me.”

“It drives me crazy.”

“Wait, hold up. Why do you think he thinks he’s better than you?”

“He just does. It’s hard to explain.”

“Plus, I don’t wanna think about that asshole right now.”

“Tell me about whatever hero news you got.”

“Okay! Have you heard about the upcoming hero re-rankings?”

“Hell fuckin’ yeah. All Might’s definitely gonna come out on top again.”

“For sure! And after him, obviously Endeavor. Then, it’s either Orca or Edgeshot.”

“Best Jeanist has maintained within the top 10 spot too though.”

 “So I think he’ll break through and finally get into the top five this year!”

“Yeah, I think so too. Jeanist’s quirk is pretty damn good.”

“His stats are definitely top 5 worthy.”

“Hey, Zu; what’s your quirk?”

“O-oh! Mine?!”

“Yeah. I wanna know.”

“Well before mine, what’s yours?”

“Ah, well,”

“It’s an explosion quirk.”

“I can make explosions with my sweat.”

“W-wow! I’ve never heard of a quirk like that before,”

“Haha! That must be very-extremely-super-duper powerful!”

“Hell yeah it is.”

“So, what’s yours?”

 

Izuku panicked as he created an imaginary quirk for himself.

“Well uh..”

“I can…”

“I have uh..superhuman abilities.”

“Yeah, like what?”

“I can exhort…large amounts of power! Like All Might..!”

“Super strength, super stamina…that stuff y’know. Haha..”

“That’s freakin’ awesome.”

“Of course you have the best power, Zu.”

“You’re the best, so your quirk has to suit you.”

“Gosh, you really have no pride, huh?”

Izuku giggled into the speaker as his lips rendered into a smile.

“Oh I do alright.”

“But when it’s for someone as amazing as you,”

“I’m gonna say every fact to your face.”

“You’re amazing, Zu.”

“That’s why I like you so much.”

“Well, it’s obviously not the only reason, y’know what I mean.”

“I get it, I get it! Don’t worry.”

“I think you’re amazing too, Ka…”

“Karma! Yea, karma is really great.”

 

Izuku’s heart almost evaded from his chest. Katsuki’s nickname almost slipped off his tongue as if it was instinctual.

 

 Izuku’s grip on his cellphone trembled as his heart pounded harder against his chest.

 

“Karma?”

 

“Yeah! It’s destiny that we met, right? Haha..!”

“Y’know what, yeah. Karma is great for that.”

Katsuki’s laughter flowed from the speakers of Izuku’s phone, making his stomach ache with butterflies.

 

“Mhm! And hey, did you get my package?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“I fuckin’ loved it.”

“I put the figure with the rest of ‘em,”

“With all the ones you’ve sent me so far.”

“I think I showed you, but it’s on my bookshelf.”

“And I loved your letter, I love all of ‘em.”

“Did you get mine?”

“Not yet!”

“But I'm so glad you liked what I got!”

“Zu, I’m gonna like anything you send me.”

“For fucks sake, you could send me a candy wrapper and I’d treat it as if it were worth a fortune.”

“But those stupid deliverers, I sent that shit days ago!”

“It should've arrived by now.”

“Hey, lighten up. There’s no rush!”

“But there is.”

“6 months is next week, and well..”

“I want you to get your gifts on time…and stuff..”

 “Gosh, you’re so cute Suki.”

“Whatever you say..”

Katsuki teases back, then mutes himself for a few moments.

 

“Ah shit, I gotta go.”

“I have martial arts practice.”

“Okay! Good luck!”

“Thanks. And also..”

“I just wanted to say that I…uh..”

“I really, really liked you Zu.”

“Well, that was it. G’bye, Zu. Let’s talk later.”

“Me too.”

“I really, really like you too.”

“I like you so much.”

“Have fun! Bye!”

“Bye.”

 

Call ended

lord_dynaxmighty

Call time 19:36

Notes:

i love sassy Izuku and clingy katsuki, IF U COULDNT TELL.

honestly best way to get somewhat spoilers for the pic while im writing it is to look on the playlist i made for this fic..LOL

THANKS SM FOR ALL THE SUPPORT U GUYS <333 i love writing this fic just as much as u luv reading it,,, after im done w this fic I GO BACK TO WRITING MY MUCHHH LONGER BKDK FIC LMAO

Chapter 8: valentine

Notes:

HIYA! quick little thing b4 u start:

i referenced two songs in this!! here they are:
1. puppy love by paul anka
2. kiss me by sixpence none the richer

OR here thes playlist i made for this chapter:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3XN81tRxWJxr171SoWcFac?si=48fda18692d14f1d

Metal carts clattered together as Inko heaved one into her possession.

 

There, Izuku trailed behind his mother as she clutched onto the plastic handle of the cart and sailed deeper into the department store.

 

The store bled of hearts; from the puffy mylar balloons, to what the stuffed bears cradled, to the cookie outlines; the classic shape of the heart infiltrated every piece of merchandise in the store. Cupid had practically puked, and as a result, left blush-colored bouquets of roses and boxes of chocolates all over the aisles of the department store.

 

Inko squinted her eyes as she read the signs dangling over each aisle, looking for the baking section.

 

“Izuku, honey, I don’t have my glasses. Can you find the baking aisle for me?” Inko turned over her shoulder, then back at the sign–signaling him.

 

Izuku looked up from his phone, then slipped it into hoodie pocket as he nodded–his cheeks tuning upwards as he smiled.

 

 “Oh, sure mom.” 

 

Izuku craned his neck back, scanning each sign. His eyes glinted as he locked onto what he’d been looking for, and lifted a finger to guide his mom’s attention to it.

 

“Baking, right?”

 

Inko nodded, then rubbed Izuku’s polyester coat affectionately.

 

“That’s it! Let’s go.” She announced as she pushed the cart beside Izuku.

 

Inko bent to her knees–cupping her chin with her index finger–as she compared the prices of each chocolate.

 

Izuku watched from above–fidgeting with the hem of his pocket–as he sunk his cheeks into his scarf.

 

Whilst standing idly in the ghosted aisle, the soft melody leaked out from the speakers and crept into his eardrum.

 

And they called it puppy love, just because we’re seventeen.

“Izuku, can I borrow your phone?” Inko peeked over her shoulder, flapping her hand as if she was guiding him over to her side.

 

Izuku tugged at his phone in his pocket–bending down next to her.

 

“I can just search it up, what’dya need?”

 

He really didn’t want his mom anywhere near his phone. Not because he was doing anything bad on there! But rather as a…security measure.

 

“Log into my account, I think I have coupons for the better brand!”

 

“What’s the email and password?” Izuku’s keyboard popped up on his search bar.

 

“[email protected], and the password is capital I, lowercase n-k-o, 1230, and then uppercase-”

 

“Wait, wait! Mom, hold up…Can you say that again?”

 

“I got it!” Inko hummed as she grabbed Izuku’s phone. Izuku simply surrendered against her clutch, his words dying on his tongue as he hovered over her shoulder.

 

Inko scrolled through the selection of her coupons with her index finger.

 

“Uh, mom..! I think it’s that one. Can I have my phone back now?” Izuku nervously chuckled as his mom continued scrolling.

 

“No no, it’s not that one honey. I think I know where it is.”

 

Izuku remained glued next to his mother, peeking over her shoulder as he monitored her movement on his phone.

 

[lord_dynaxmighty] zuuu!!

 

A notification slid down from the top of the glassy screen. Izuku’s heart skipped a beat as his fingers interfered with his mom’s scrolling, politely pulling the phone back into his possession.

 

“Ah, my friend texted me back!” Izuku’s eyes squinted as he tousled through his hair–attempting to look casual.

 

“Oh, okay! Well, I found it anyway! Let’s get double chocolate and white vanilla!” The bags of chocolate crinkled as Inko lifted them into the cart, walking past squatted Izuku.

 

Izuku let out a whistle-blown breath as he lifted his phone once again, checking the notification.

 

< lord_dynaxmighty

   lord_dynaxmighty

 

( zuuu!!

( hiya

( what r u doing?

hi suki!! (╹ꇴ◠) )

i’m grocery shopping w my mom )

cuz she wants to make stuff for her friends tmr )

( mm thats fun :]

( i got stuff for you too tmr <3

( it’s my first time having a valentine

AHHHHH (┳◡┳) )

it’s so weird when u say it like that 2974t82otg )

it’s my first time too!!!!!!!!!!!!! )

and i got stuff for u too <3 im so excited to see what u got me :) )

( normally i’d find this stuff crappy

( and boring

( and rlly fucking cringey

( but it’s weird cause

( now i don’t see it like that

( and i really like it cause i get to do stuff for you

( and with you

( so it’s fun now

i think so too )

don’t make fun of me BUT )

i used to only look forward to valentine's day because of the hero collabs..)

and honestly i still do )

BUT ALSO )

i was looking forwards to this one because of you <3 )

( of course u did nerd

 

“Izuku! C’mon now! Or do you want to go look at the All Might figures?” Inko called from behind him.

 

Izuku jumped up from his squat, stiffening his body as he pivoted to face Inko.

 

“I’ll go see the All Might figures!”

 

“Okay! Meet at front in 10, alright?”

 

“Got it.” Izuku nodded, then watched his mom walk out of the aisle. He held his phone closely–as it vibrated against his palm–in his pocket. Then, he set off to the deeper parts of the store.

 

Izuku’s smile broke in increments, showing his teeth as his cheeks bobbed upwards.

 

He then settled on the caps of his knees and fished his phone out of his pocket.

 

The songs playing from the muffled speakers echoed towards where Izuku was. As the ambient melodies continued, he snapped a photo of the shelf.

 

Kiss me down by the broken tree house. 

Swing me upon its hanging tire.

< lord_dynaxmighty

   lord_dynaxmighty

 

( of course u did nerd

[image delivered]

WHICH ONE DO U WANT? )

ଘ(ᵕ˵ ૩ᵕ) )

( i don't care which one

( as long as it’s from u

( ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌

JUST PICK ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! )

( nuh uh

( i like them all

( so i’ll like any u choose

WELL since ur pretending to be humble )

I think i know which one :D )

ur gonna love it )

it’s gonna be so awesome ur gonna freak out )

and then faint on the spot )

( yup

( whatever you say zu :P

( i told u im gonna love it either way

( i just like u 

( so i like all of ur weirdo tastes

( even tho ur a weirdo i still like u

( very very very very very much

( have i told u that yet

 

Izuku cranes his neck down towards his phone and into the socket of his scarf–flushing out his giggles as his cheeks heat up.

 

I cant tell if thats a compliment or insult (¬､¬) )

but no actually i didnt know that…….)

it’s almost like u tell me everyday, but idk…)

( well you should know that

( cause im serious zu

( and well u can it take it as both

 

Izuku grabs a Bronze Age All Might figurine, and heads to the front registers as he types with his free hand.

 

u ever heard of NOT being MEAN in a singular sentence? )

(¬▂¬) )

( what do u mean???????

( i was super nice 

( >:O

 

“You want this one, ‘Zuku?” Inko collects the box from Izuku and begins to inspect it.

 

“Yup!”

 

“Okay! Sounds good. Now help me carry the bags, will you?”

 

—

 

“My baby is so strong!” Inko giggles as Izuku’s clutch traps the plastic bags as he stands in the elevator.

 

“ Mom..” Izuku slurs with his crinkled eyebrows–his cheeks airbrushing into a rosy color.

 

Inko jingles her key into the door slot–unlocking it–, then pushes it open with her backside as she paves room for Izuku to tread into.

 

Izuku plops the groceries on the dining table with a thump, huffing as he rubs his forehead with the back of his palm. He then slips his jacket off, and undoes the tangle of fabric along his neck.

 

Inko slips on her apron, calling Izuku just as he prepares to walk away.

 

“Izuku, don’t you want to make cookies for your friends tomorrow?”

 

Izuku stops in his tracks, then an idea illuminates in his mind. The corner of his lips swing upwards as he lets out a quick breath.

 

“I guess I’ll give it a go.” 

 

She then hands Izuku an apron as they lead towards the sink, preparing to rinse off their hands. Izuku collects all the ingredients into one pile–mushing them together like a melting pot–for conveniency.

 

Izuku begins on the wet ingredients as his mom works on the dry ingredients.

 

He cracks his first egg, not letting a milli-section of an egg white flop into the mixture.  He then raises the second egg, and-

 

“So…Do you have anyone in mind for tomorrow?” Inko questions mischievously.

 

Izuku rams the egg into the side of the bowl, shattering it all over the counter.

 

“What?! No! Why would you ever think that…Ha..”

 

“Aww, Izuku…You know I won’t make fun of you. You’re growing up, it’s perfectly normal for teenagers to get all lovey dovey. I’m a cool-”

 

“ Mom..! Don’t say that! It’s embarrassing..” Izuku groaned as he wiped off the counter with a handful of paper-towels.

 

“Alright, alright…I won’t tease you anymore. Just give it your best shot!”

 

“ Mom..”

 

—

 

Izuku’s hand trembled as he squeezed the bag of pink frosting.

 

Through the piping nozzle, he’d been able to puncture out individual clumps of frosting–sitting like a crown–on the periphery of the cookies.

 

Izuku topped them off by showering heart-shaped sprinkles all over, and placing them carefully in the neatly decorated boxes his mom prepared.

 

“I can wrap them, Izuku. It’s getting late; go get ready for bed, okay?”

 

“Ah- okay!” Izuku nodded as he slipped off his apron.

 

“Good job! These are beautiful!” Inko sang as she inched her face closer to the box, inspecting every detail.

 

“Whoever receives these is a very lucky person. I’m so jealous!”

 

“I can make some for you too, mom.”

 

“My Izuku!” Inko exclaimed as she snatched him up, and began cradling him in her arms.

 

—

 

“Yo, Bakugo! Where are all of your chocolates?”  A classmate pulls up a chair directly to Katsuki’s desk.

 

“You don’t know? He doesn’t get chocolates ‘cause he scares all the girls away.” Another classmate leans his chair back as he eyes the small group huddled around Katsuki’s desk.

 

“Even if I did get ‘em, I’d three-pointer that crap right into the garbage.” Katsuki slumps into his wooden chair.

 

“Don’t tell me…You got a girl?!” 

 

Katsuki stays silent as he crosses his arms.

 

The group around him lights up in excitement as they begin to toss questions at Katsuki.

 

Izuku peeks through the gap in between his forearms as he rests on his desk, unable to halt the growing–smug–smile on his face.

 

‘He doesn’t have a girl, he has me!’

 

The creak of the sliding door stiffens the–once loose–atmosphere of the classroom.

 

“Good morning, everyone.”

 

“Good morning, sir!” The class reflects back.

 

Their teacher slams the stack of paperwork on the podium, then peers up at the rest of the crowd.

 

“You all know what today is, correct?”

 

“Valentine’s day?” A female classmate croaks out.

 

“Ding ding! Correct. And so, I’ve decided on a very special assignment for today.”

 

..

 

“We’re going to be writing love based haiku’s. Isn’t this so exciting!?”

 

The class collectively groans.

 

“For a refresher, a haiku is a poem with 17 syllables. You guy’s got it? Now, everyone, get out your writer’s notebooks and a pencil. You got…”

 

He glances down at his watch, tugging up the cusp of his dress jacket, “45 minutes?”

 

“Your time starts…now.”

 

Izuku stares at the blank sheet of paper, then brings up the eraser bud of his pencil up to his lower-lip.

 

Well, if this was only going to be read by his teacher, he might as well avoid the role of a fraud. 

 

He had decided: he was going to write about Katsuki.

 

Izuku scribbled shyly onto the blue lined paper.

 

Letters and trinkets

There; the first 5 syllables. 

 

He’d always hated writing haiku’s, or any sort of creative writing. His mind would completely blank out, even despite the mountains of writing he’d done on heroes throughout his entire life.

 

Writing about heroes was one thing, but writing about feelings was an entirely different territory. 

 

He glanced over to where his teacher stood, then slipped his phone out from the pocket of his desk and began typing into the search bar. 

 

Google

[ other words for filled ]

 

Google

[ other words for all ]

 

Google

[ how to write about love reddit ]

 

Google

[ how to describe being in love quora ]

 

After his very reliable research, he’d come to a conclusion.

 

Letters and trinkets

Flooding every inch of me

My heart keeps thumping

 

Izuku nods in approval at his work.

 

“Alright, is everyone done? Yeah? Okay then,”

 

“ Time to share! Who’s first?”

 

Izuku jump’s up from his seat–his heart jumping out of his chest– as he slams his palms onto his desk.

 

“We’re sharing these?!”

 

The class’s gaze shot over to Izuku. A silence was exchanged as Izuku met eyes with his teacher.

 

“Wow, how enthusiastic you are! Midoriya, how about you go first?”

 

Izuku sank back down into his seat to drag his notebook off his desk. As he completed his walk of shame up to the podium, he took a shaky breath, then looked out to the rest of the class.

 

“L..letters and trinkets

Flooding every inch of me

My heart keeps thumping”

 

Izuku meets Katsuki’s eyes for a split second.

 

“Wow! So romantic, Midoriya!..Who’s next?”

 

The class takes turns presenting their poems– all of them being corny and cliche. If anything, it looked like his teacher was having a blast putting each and every student in the spotlight as they wore their hearts on their sleeves.

 

Then, it was Katsuki’s turn.

 

Katsuki stomped up to the podium, then sneered up towards the rest of the crowd as he began monotonously. 

 

“I really like you

But not in a cringey way

I hope that's okay.”

 

The class burst out laughing, but Katsuki’s face remained frozen in his infamous glare. Izuku couldn’t help but join in; his shoulders shook as his breath hitched with every giggle.

 

“I mean..it works. Good job, Bakugo.” Their teacher shrugs as Katsuki returns to his seat.

 

“Yeah I take it back, there’s no way Bakugo’s got a girl after that.” His classmate teased.

 

Alarmingly, Katsuki simply shrugged as his gaze reverted to the window.

 

The morning was the climax of the schooldays action, and the rest of their hours continued like a regular day. The only difference was the overwhelming amount of confession rumors running around the school’s gossip, as well as the small detail of some teachers generously handing out candy.

 

Whilst Izuku watched Katsuki throughout the school day, he’d noticed Katsuki being more out of it than usual. His temper had cooled, he’d lost the decency to care about the curiosity surrounding him and his love life, and he dodged every chance at unnecessary small talk.

 

As the bell rang, Izuku knew this was it.

 

He was going to put the cookies he’d made in Katsuki’s locker.

 

If he missed this chance, he’d have to do it in Katsuki’s face.

 

Izuku sneaked over to the locker area. He hid behind one of the rows as if it was a pole, then peeked over it to check if the coast was clear. 

 

Katsuki was nowhere to be found; the time was now.

 

As Izuku’s fingers clenched his bag’s zipper, he’d caught onto the distant, rough, voice he’d recognize anywhere.

 

Izuku zipped his bag back up, and practically launched himself out the front door.

 

His body deflated at the pure sound of defeat. Katsuki had arrived at his locker before Izuku had the chance to slip the cookie’s he’d made for him in. He still could deliver them and address them to the Bakugo family as a whole, but that’d also be awkward. He’d have to randomly face-

 

“Hey, nerd.” A voice called out.

 

Izuku stopped in his tracks, keeping his eyes on the road in front of him. He stayed like that for a moment, then pivoted to meet eye-to-eye with Katsuki.

 

“What?” Izuku questioned as his grip on his backpack straps tightened.

 

“Just so you know, I didn’t do that shit last week for no damn reason.” Katsuki shot his glare at an angle, no longer meeting eyes with Izuku.

 

“..Okay then, why’d you do it?”

 

“...Just ‘cause, I dunno. You pissed me off, and I thought you were following me.”

 

Izuku stood there, taken aback. 

 

“Wow-I mean, thanks for apologizing, Kacchan.”

 

“I’m not apologizing. I’m just explaining and stuff!”

 

“Alright, alright. I gotcha.” Izuku chuckled under his breath.

 

“Ah, that's right! My…my mom told me to give you this.”

 

Izuku shuffled through his bag, and pulled out a white, cardstock box.

 

“They’re for you- and the rest of your family, of course!” Izuku laughed nervously as he shoved the box in Katsuki’s direction, alerting him to accept.

 

Katsuki yanked the box out of Izuku’s hands, still giving him the cold shoulder.

 

“‘Kay.” Katsuki mumbled, wasting no time to storm right past Izuku.

 

Izuku remained frozen, and just as Katsuki gained a lead, he finally collected consciousness to turn on his feet.

 

Izuku’s chest warmed as his heart began pulsing against his ribcage. 

 

What in the world was that?!

 

—-

 

“Izuku! You’ve got mail!” Inko exclaimed from the kitchen as soon as she’d heard the front door unlock.

 

“Okay! Coming!”

 

Izuku skipped over to the dining table—unable to hide his excitement—and snatched the cardboard box.

 

He then ran to his room–locking the door behind him as he prepared to open it.

 

The blades from his scissors tore through the adhesive label. As the final blow, Izuku popped open the box with his fingers.

 

The box inside presented a Golden Era All Might figurine, one that stood tall and confident after battle.

 

Giggles of awe flowed out of Izuku’s lungs as he tilted the figurine box from side to side, then pulled off the folded piece of liner paper taped onto the side.

 

Zu

 

The paper crinkled as he unfolded it.

 

I hope you’re getting on this on the 14th, if not, I’m gonna be murdering some delivery service ass. Anyways, I hope you like the figure I got for you. I thought it was sick. It’s supposed to be modeled after the one All Might clip you watch on loop all the damn time. It’s super detailed and rendered too. I also got you robux so you can buy the game passes you’ve been wanting in Pro Heroes RP :)

 

And don’t go saying “oh, this is too much!!!!” cause no, it’s actually not enough. It’s 6 months and Valentine’s Day. I’m gonna cringe so bad at this later, but ever since I found you in that stupid game, you have no idea how happy I’ve been. It’s to the point where I sometimes dread going to practice cause I’d rather talk with you. It’s kinda scary, I look more forward to seeing you for the first time than actually getting to UA. you’re making me crazy, I hope you know that D:< but you’re so cute and cool and strong and amazing and kind and absolutely perfect, and that's a fact you know. I don’t say this stuff to everyone, so I really do mean it Zu. You’re the best in the entire world.

 

I’ll see you at UA, I promise

 

Iloveyou,bytheway 

(also I win cuz I said it first)

 

Holy crap .

 

Izuku launched his palms outwards as he held the paper. A toothy smile stretched across his face, tightening his cheeks as a burning sensation crawled into the back of his throat.

 

A mix of unsaid words tangled up in the upskirts of his throat, tugging at his heartstrings as his eyes glinted towards Katsuki’s messily-written proclamation.

 

His heart could fly out of his chest; it grew more and more tender with every passing moment.

 

He scanned the box once more–still giddy–yet, the gift card was nowhere to be found.

 

Izuku tossed on the first jacket he laid eyes on, as well as the scarf Katsuki had given him. He rushed to the door; maybe the gift card was sent in a letter?

 

Izuku giggled as he swung open the front door–note in hand–and halted once he met eyes with the figure blocking his exit.

 

There stood Katsuki with his hand in a fist, as if he was about to knock on the door. In his other hand–dangling by his thigh–hung a paper bag.

 

Izuku eyebrows immediately raised–still unable to hide his smile–and crumpled up the letter in his palm–shoving it into his pocket.

 

“Oh, hey Kacchan! What’s up?” 

 

Izuku could've sworn he’d been freezing the moment he stepped out the door; but suddenly, the nervousness could make him sweat bullets.

 

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed as he scanned Izuku’s torso. His gaze lingered on the red, blue, and yellow fabric wrapped around his neck, then panned to meet his eyes.

 

A bag shoved into Izuku–almost touching his chest–as Katsuki lowered his face.

 

“The hag made me bring this.”

 

Izuku swiped his sweaty palms against his sweatpants; then, reached for the paper straps of the bag.

 

“T..thanks! My mom’ll love it. Tell Auntie I said thank you!” 

 

…

 

Katsuki peeked over at Izuku once again, his glare softening microscopically.

 

“Where’d you get the scarf?” 

 

“This?! I got it from my mom!” Izuku spat out as he rubbed the back of his head hyperactively.

 

Katsuki’s stare lingered on Izuku a moment longer, then shrugged as he made his way back down the hall of the apartment complex.

 

Izuku headed back inside. As he clicked the door shut, his legs fell like weights onto the ground; he’d practically gotten a heart attack.

That was way too close; yet, he couldn't stop his heart from beating faster at the sudden surprise of Katsuki.

Notes:

they're so cringe it makes me SICKKK HAHA

decided to add a lot more fluff for u guys <3 i love valentines day so much. THE VIBES R SO GOOD (even tho ive never had a valentine..erm..)

Chapter 9: love.

Notes:

song of the chapter is love. by wave to earth :)

Katsuki’s palms begin to feel like humid rubber as he walks away from the Midoriya’s apartment. Sweat dances around his hands whilst shoving them into his pockets.

 

He rummages through the bulky fabric of his coat, and crinkles the note he’d gotten from Zu earlier that day. His Valentine’s day gift has arrived on time; it was a Bronze Era All Might figurine. He’d already placed it right next to his lamp on his bed stand, but he hadn't let go of the note Zu had written for him.

 

His heart fluttered at the thought of it; Zu had told him he loved him.

 

Katsuki then looked down at the colorful scarf on his neck–the one that matched with Zu (Izuku????).

 

The memory of Izuku wearing the scarf (identical to the one he’d gotten for Zu), and the note shoved impulsively into his pocket sent an electric current down his spine—goosebumps teasing his skin as his heart pounded faster against his chest.

 

No, no. It wasn’t Deku. Zu and Deku are two different people.

 

And to support this hypothesis, Katsuki had spent the next several months observing Izuku.

 

Izuku would stare at him in class and Katsuki would catch him. Their gazes would meet so often that Izuku finally tuned it down a notch. He was no longer as shameless, but now Katsuki was finding himself missing the feeling of Izuku’s eyes lingering on the nape of his neck.

 

He’d also grown conscious of Izuku’s habits.

 

(Which had to stop. He had Zu.)

 

Even though Izuku was packed up at the end of the day, he either wouldn’t leave until Katsuki did, or left as soon as possible.

 

Izuku would also tower himself with his textbooks on his desk–shielding himself from the teacher's view so he could use his phone. He would occasionally straighten his slumped-over posture whenever he’d pass a window, and scratch his neck whenever his classmates came up to his desk. During lunch, Izuku would completely disappear; Katsuki never knew where he went, but he’d gotten a glimpse of Izuku’s childish bento box Inko had arranged for him (with much love).

 

And it was weird. Izuku wasn’t Zu; he couldn’t be. The actual, mathematical chances of that happening are close to nothing. So why was he getting worked up over someone who had nothing to do with this connection?

 

Izuku having an identical scarf didn’t mean anything. Izuku was the biggest All Might nerd, of course he’d have it. And for the letter…it could’ve been anything.

 

Katsuki had tried so hard to unravel the bundle of association between Zu and Izuku, but even whilst doubting it, they intertwined into one identity.

 

The sludge villain situation definitely didn’t help. He’d chosen to not tell Zu about it, fearing he’d taint his image of himself. He didn’t want Zu to see him as a weakling–anyone but him .

 

Instead, he’d had the biggest scare of his (teenage) life.

 

< zu!

    m1ightyboy

 

< suki

< can we talk?

 

The pouch in Katsuki’s stomach deflated down until it was flat. Despite not having much experience in the realm of love, Katsuki knew the words that would send anyone into distraught.

 

The rubber sole of his hightop converse’s tapped against the concrete of his back porch. His thumb shot up to the corner of his mouth as he began to bite on the cusp of his fingernail.

 

yeah >

what’s up? >

< pls don’t freak out at the size of the message

< i’ve been doing some thinking recently, and i don’t think im strong enough yet. I don’t wanna let u down when we meet up. pls don’t be mad at me, but im not going to UA. some things came up, and i decided im gonna try for shiketsu. im not strong enough yet to be by ur side, so give me some time to catch up to you if we ever meet. if u dont wanna be with me anymore thats ok, especially cause we’re going into high school. and its probably better this way, then you can meet someone new to start a hero agency with! im sorry

 

As Katsuki read the message, little sparks of heat begin to crackle from the glands of his palms, pricking his phone case like burnt popcorn.

 

His heart sank as he realized; Izuku really wasn’t Zu. 

 

(Izuku on the other hand, sat anxiously on his bed as he waited for the response. Time was running out; he wasn’t ready to reveal his identity. A lie like this one was necessary in his eyes.)

 

Izuku was going to UA, as much as he hated the idea of it.

 

A sense of relief washed over Katsuki, then came a mourningful void.

 

Why was he disappointed about the fact that Izuku and Zu weren't the same person?

 

no >

I dont give a fuck abt high school or whatever >

zu i wanna stay with you >

don’t break up with me >

I still like you >

please >

ur not weak >

I know u arent >

I know ur the best >

I can't have anything but the best by my side >

I'm not gonna find anyone else >

why the hell would i want to leave because of that? >

 

Frankly, Katsuki’s panic was too widespread within his mind that the shame of being desperate blacked out.

 

Tear’s clogged up in his eyes as he pinched them back. He rushed up to his room and flopped onto his bed. 

 

He then lifted the neckline of his shirt, wiping away his tear laced cheeks as his hands trembled.

 

…

 

< but suki

< i won’t be able to text as much anymore

< im gonna be super busy

< with training and getting better

< i dont want to make u sad in the meantime

< i want to stay by your side too

< which is why i want to be strong like you

< and honestly

< i dpnt wsnt to lesve you eithrr

< liek at all

< sorry for the ypos

< typos****

< but what if yoy don’t like me once we meet

firstly >

be as busy as you want >

ill stay right here okay >

I love you no matter what >

secondly >

I know ur strong >

I just know it >

< but what if im not

ill be the judge of that >

and i already said i know ur the strongest >

and i swear to you >

i’ll only like you more once we meet >

doesn’t matter who you are >

I like you >

I always have and that won’t change >

so please zu >

dont break up with me >

i promise i wont get mad at you or whatever ur thinking abt >

< i trust you

< that was never a problem

< im just scared

well don’t be >

i only wanna be a hero with you >

i like you so much >

I love you sososososososososo >

soooooooooooooo>

sososo much >

do you understand that? >

(T＿T)♡ >

I'll say it as many times as you need to understand >

< haha

< u used the emoticon again

< i love that

< (*^^*)♡

< but yea i do understand it

< and i like you soososososoossoosososos

< SOOOOOOOOOOO

< SOOOOO!!!!!!

< much too

…

< i love you a lot suki

< thanks

Even though they worked through it, the atmosphere surrounding Katsuki’s presence prickled even sharper (who knew Katsuki becoming more irritated was possible?)

 

As Katsuki put his phone down, he plopped his face onto the pillow–sinking deeper into his wallows–and dampened the pillow sheet.

 

His shoulders shuddered up and down as he wailed. After a few minutes, he lifted his tear-laced face up, and there revealed the rendered stains of where the dampest parts of his face were.

 

Katsuki rubbed the ridge of his knuckles over his eyes until they became puffy, sniffling as he collected himself.

 

He then peeked over at his silent phone.

 

A puddle of guilt splashed in his stomach as he began acting on his plan: he was going to find some… information on Zu.

 

He’d doxxed Endeavor stans before (only when they were attacking All Might’s reputation), but he’d never used his detective knowledge for personal gain.

 

The process was fairly simple, especially because of how close he was to Zu. All he needed was the email linked to Zu’s Roblox account.

 

Katsuki’s finger twiddled along the digital keyboard as he typed.

 

Username:

[ m1ghtyboy ]

 

Password:

[ ukuzi_MxK.B ]

 

Settings

> Account Info <

Security

Privacy

Payment Method

 

Account Info

Username: m1ghtyboy

Password: ***********

Phone Number: Add Number

Email Address : [email protected]

 

Katsuki then plugged the email into the site; there it was, his address.

 

Katsuki’s heart dropped, but not necessarily in a bad way.

 

Zu shared the same address as Izuku.

 

Katsuki yanked the screen downwards as he refreshed the page, not convinced of how accurate the website was. He then scratched the back of his neck as he squinted, his face crinkling as he read the address over again.

 

As Katsuki stood up on his feet, he tossed his phone over his shoulder and onto the comforter of his bed.

 

Nah, this wasn’t convincing enough.

 

“Katsuki! Are you ready to go yet?” Mitsuki’s yell muddled through the cracks of Katsuki’s door.

 

Katsuki threw his head back–his eyes rolling at the same velocity–and huffed out a loud groan.

 

“Fuck no!”

 

—

 

And there Katsuki stood–on the familiar coir welcome mat owned by the Midoriya’s.

 

Mitsuki’s gold bracelets rattled against one another as she combed her fingers through Katsuki’s hair.

 

“Would it kill you to learn how to control that mop on your head?”

 

“I dunno, I’m still waiting for you to answer that yourself.” Katsuki grumbled as he shot a glare at his mothers hair.

 

Katsuki wore a double stitch, white, cotton t-shirt. Without the threats of his mother, he would've pulled on a pair of his classic, baggy, black cargo pants; however, he was lured into wearing a pair of dark wash–still baggy–jeans.

 

Mitsuki gave Katsuki a playful nudge as she went to press the doorbell. In her left arm, she cradled a basket full of gifts.

 

Inko’s eyes twinkled as she opened the door.

 

“Oh, Mitsuki! You shouldn’t have!”

 

Mitsuki cracked into a smile as she wrapped her arms around Inko.

 

“Don’t say that, of course I should! Happy birthday, Inko.”

 

As Inko leaned into Mitsuki, Izuku was finally revealed.

 

It was like time had frozen upon them; the momentum of the atmosphere around them–so prominent in the air before Katsuki had met eyes with Izuku–had completely diminished. 

 

Izuku’s bottom lip hung the slightest bit open, and his eyes did that softening it always did whenever their gazes locked. The slight breeze from the balcony hallways crept into the apartment before Katsuki did, brushing up against Izuku’s hair ever so gently.

 

Just before Katsuki’s heart could surrender to the false belief of entangled association between Zu and Izuku, he turned away, snapping out of the hypnotic gaze.

 

Katsuki greeted Inko–the memory of it hazy from the side effects of Izuku’s enchanting eye contact–and followed behind Izuku into his room.

 

Katsuki didn’t hesitate to jump onto Izuku’s bed, planting his head onto Izuku’s pillows.

 

He turned his cheek along the pillows, looking up at Izuku who stood along the periphery of the bed.

 

Like it was automatic, his eyebrows crinkled as he fabricated a scorn.

 

“ What?” Katsuki spat sourly.

 

Izuku stumbled back, creating space between the two of them as he jumped anew from his daze.

 

“Sorry! It’s nothing. I’ll go get water; do you want something?”

 

Katsuki paused for a moment, drinking in the silence as his stare lingered a little longer on Izuku’s baffled expression.

 

“No,” Katsuki rubbed his cheeks against the pillows as he shook his head. “I don’t, but stop bein’a weirdo.”

 

“Got it!” Izuku squeaked as he rushed out his room, flustered as he slammed the door behind him.

 

The vibrations of the sudden force tumbled something down into the crack of Izuku’s bed frame.

 

Katsuki groaned as he dug his hand down in between the bed frames. Papers crinkled as he scratched his fingers along whatever Izuku knocked down.

 

As his eyes meet the content on the papers, he freezes.

 

To: Zu ♡

 

To: Zu !! To: zu <3

To: ♡ To: zuzuzuzu

To: Zu :) 

To: weirdo ♡

To: my favorite person

To: Zu <3                                                To: my zu <3

To: my love

To: my boyfriend♡

To: <Zu3

 

So, maybe that site wasn’t inaccurate, and maybe he was onto something this whole time.

 

His heart panged and spasmed and fluttered uncontrollably all at once. Katsuki couldn’t help but heave a heavy burden of guilt alongside the uttermost euphoria gushing through his veins.

 

The reason to why he was over the moon about Izuku really being Zu? Unanswered; however, he couldn’t help but feel like it made perfect sense.

 

Like seriously, even he was taken aback over his lack of care concerning the identity of Zu. It was Izuku , out of seven billion people it could've been.

 

He couldn't help but feel giddy.

“Karma?”

 

“Yeah! It’s destiny that we met, right? Haha..!”

 

His heart continued aching as he ruffled through the pile of papers on the ground next to his bed.

 

Just as the door was about to open, Katsuki shoved all the papers under Izuku’s bed once again, and bounced up to sit on the edge of the bed.

 

Katsuki’s posture ran stiff like branches; his palms hugged his knees as he held his breath, hoping his heart wouldn't shoot out of his chest.

 

Izuku set the glass of water onto the wood panel of his desk.

 

He then settled awkwardly onto the wheely chair, twirling the string of his hoodie along his fingers as he kept his gaze down on his lap.

 

Katsuki couldn’t help but sneak an embarrassing amount of glances at Izuku.

 

Then, as Katsuki thought he was being secretive, he met eyes once again with Izuku.

 

A glint became present in his eyes, they sparkled like the rays of sun kissing the glass tides of the ocean, like a nightlight in the dark, like a polished rhinestone.

 

He didn’t know if Izuku always stared at him like that, but now that he noticed, it shot him onto his knees. If he was standing, he would’ve lost the strength in his legs and collapsed onto the floor.

 

Katsuki swallowed a lump down his throat, anxiously preparing to speak-

 

“Boys! Let’s go!” Inko called from outside of the room.

 

Katsuki jumped up from the bed, and rushed to the front door.

 

He gripped onto his shirt as rushed down the stairs of the apartment complex–the wind lulling the sudden heat on his cheeks–as his heart rattled against his chest.

 

—

 

The car ride definitely didn’t help.

 

He squished right next to Izuku, and occasionally snuck glances at Izuku–who lit up within the moonlight.

 

For Inko’s birthday, Mitsuki had suggested visiting the summer festival. 

 

Every time they turned, Katsuki’s heart beat a bit faster. The bare skin of their arms brushed up against one another, and Katsuki collided with Izuku. Their knee’s rested against one another because of the lack of room.

 

None of them spoke a singular word.

 

They simply listened to the sound of their mother’s voices, or the songs playing ambiently from the radio.

 

The pair walks side by side onto the festival grounds. The warm lights radiating from the lanterns, the pop of color on each tent, the cheap prizes on display, the sound of childhood giggles swarming around them; it creates a retrospect for Katsuki.

 

It’s a replica of the festival last year.

 

But this year, it feels so much different.

 

The sounds of the festival chatter muddle into nothingness. It’d been that way ever since he’d met eyes with Izuku a few hours ago. The opacity of every figure, every tent, every prize lowers; and instead, Izuku illuminates.

 

He was the only person that could illuminate right now.

 

Katsuki’s eyes trace the nape of his neck as they walk deeper into the festival, admiring every freckle sprinkled on his skin.

 

He almost crashes into the back of Izuku as he suddenly stops.

 

“Go crazy you guys. Have fun.” Mitsuki smiles as she hands Izuku a handful of dollar bills.

 

Izuku blinks, then looks down at the puddle of cash on his palms and turns to Katsuki.

 

“So, what do you wanna-”

 

“Let’s do whatever you wanna do, or whatever.”

 

Izuku’s eyes widen again–and god, Katsuki adores it.

 

“O..Okay!” Izuku sings, his lips tugging up.

 

Izuku races through the crowd. Katsuki follows, stumbling through the sea of people.

 

“Deku! Wait !”

 

Izuku turns back around at the sudden contact.

 

Katsuki clutched onto Izuku’s wrist, huffing as he looked at him.

 

“Sorry, Kacchan! Sorry, I got excited.” Izuku scratched the back of his head and looked at him apologetically.

 

“You don’t gotta apologize, y’know.” Katsuki rolled his eyes, trying to keep his composed character.

 

“Right! Sorry. Let’s go.”

 

Izuku led the two of them to a firework stand.

 

He’d quickly bought a pack of sparklers, and hurried to the coast.

 

Katsuki let go of Izuku once they met with the sand. They quickly slipped off their shoes and walked barefoot closer to the ocean.

 

Izuku squatted down and rummaged through the plastic bag. He then began peeling open the cardboard box of sparklers.

 

“Oh shoot.” Izuku muttered.

 

“What?” Katsuki investigated as he towered above Izuku.

 

“I forgot a lighter.”

 

Katsuki sighed, “are you that stupid?”

 

He then squatted down next to Izuku, stole the sparkler, and brought it up to his palm. The sound of crackling eroded from his palms as a fire infused, lighting it up.

 

Izuku’s eyes did the thing again, and Katsuki melted.

 

“Thanks, Kacchan! Oh wow..look at..”

 

As Izuku rambled, all Katsuki could do was become enthralled within the spell casted upon him. He didn’t know if his heart or mind had been bewitched; either way, he couldn’t help but sink deeper into it.

 

The sweet sound of Izuku’s voice twirled Katsuki’s stomach into knots. 

 

It all clicked; how could he have been so ignorant?

 

Izuku’s and Zu’s voices carried the same pitch of magic in them. They had the ability of erasing all negative attributes around him, turning them into dust; and instead, they flourished through a rose-colored filter.

 

Everything felt more alive around him.

 

If Zu was Izuku, so be it. 

 

However, that didn’t dissipate the lonesome guilt bubbling up inside his gut.

 

How could he ever atone for what he’s done? 

 

Katsuki glinted at Izuku once again, at the crease in his lips when he smiled, the softness in his eyes, the sparks of light kissing his skin.

 

He was doomed, and yet, he never wanted to escape it.

 

“Kacchan, you wanna try?”

Notes:

IM SO SORRY FOR LATE UPDATE!!!!!! thanks for waiting <3

but did u guys notice what the password is >:D its izukus name backwards x katsuki's initials HAHA

i love lovestruck katsuki. i ADORE it

Chapter 10: by your side?

The salty mist diffusing from the waves and the warmth radiating from the atmosphere mixed together, puffing and frizzing Izuku’s curls.

 

There, he sat with Katsuki on the damp sand beneath the rays of moonlight. Little sand grains stuck to the denim of his backside, and the cuffs of his hoodie sleeves raised up to his elbows.

 

Their gazes looked upon the starry horizon, the crackling pops of fireworks echoing from the small pier a few miles beside them.

 

Between Izuku and Katsuki, a valley of unsaid words sat between the two of them, leaving a small gap despite longing to touch shoulders.

 

As Izuku’s sparkler burnt out, he looked over to Katsuki.

 

“...How many more are we doing?”

 

Katsuki’s knees tucked up into a triangle shape, then he rested his cheek onto his knees as he looked up towards Izuku.

 

“Until ‘ya get sick of it, or if you wanna do something else…I guess.”

 

The way the arch on Katsuki’s eyebrows lowered it’s guard made Izuku’s heart ache.

 

“I mean, I do wanna light more…but..”

 

The words died on Izuku’s tongue as he avoided the gentle twinkle present in Katsuki’s eyes.

 

“Just spit it out.” Katsuki nuzzled his lower face into the bare arms that cradled his knees.

 

Izuku’s head lowered to the ground as his heart paced faster.

 

“It’d be more fun if we both did it. ”

 

…

 

“And don’t get me wrong I’m having a super fun time! But I’d like it even more if you weren’t just acting like a lighter and watching me! I feel bad for taking up all the sparklers; it’s not just me at the festival, you’re here to have fun too and I’ve already chosen everything to do here! And well…yeah.”

 

…

 

How embarrassing, Izuku thought to himself as his face clenched shut.

 

“M’kay,” muttered Katsuki as he drifted his gaze away from Izuku.

 

Izuku peeked back out towards Katsuki as he dusted the sand off his jeans–the cardstock box of sparklers in hand.

 

As Izuku collected himself, Katsuki fished out an untouched sparkler to use.

 

“I’ll light yours first.” 

 

The sound of Katsuki’s voice blended with the sound of the tide crashing against the coast, with the drowned out sound of fireworks in the distance, with the faint chattering chirping from the festival, with the lulling of the wind as it combed through the sea oats.

 

It no longer barked, or gruffed, or spat; but instead sung, and melted, and danced amongst his tongue.

 

As Izuku handed Katsuki his sparklers, their fingers brushed together. It was as if an electrical current zapped through his veins; the sensation lingered on his fingertips.

 

Katsuki brought it into his palm. He clenched his fist along the skinny, wire stick for a few moments; then, the light leaked through the gaps of his finger, illuminating like a lantern.

 

He then handed the sparkler to Izuku, and quickly imitated it on his own.

 

Katsuki dazed down at his, lost in thought. Then, Izuku brought his attention back up.

 

“Look, Kacchan!” Izuku exclaimed as he swung around the sparkle, painting stars and letters in the bliss of the night sky.

 

The tips of Katsuki’s lips perked up ever so slightly.

 

“ ‘Ya look pretty dumb, you know that right?”

 

Izuku giggled as he came closer to Katsuki.

 

“ Maybe .”

 

Katsuki looked down at Izuku's hands, and the confusion weighed his eyebrows back into their neutral arc once again.

 

“Why’re your hands all messed up?”

 

“Oh! Nothing!” Izuku laughed anxiously, then lifted the hand with the sparkler closer to his hair.

 

(He could never tell Katsuki about his training with All Might!)

 

The sparkler in Katsuki’s possession knocked itself onto the ground as he let go of it, slapping a grip onto Izuku’s wrist, and yanking it away from his hair.

 

“You dweeb! Are ya’ trying to light yourself on fire!?”

 

“Sor...sorry! My bad!” Izuku squeaked as the spark faded away, leaving them back in the moonlight.

 

Katsuki had practically launched himself onto Izuku; his right arm catapulting itself to stop the forest fire on Izuku’s mess of hair, and his other squeezing his shoulder tight.

 

Katsuki’s breath hitches as he locks eyes with Izuku. He could’ve sworn they dilated at the same pace his heart beated at.

 

He became more conscious of the soft fabric draped over Izuku’s shoulder, and the thickness of Izuku’s once-frail wrist, and the closeness of their faces.

 

The blood in his body swarmed up to his face as his heart pounded faster and faster-

 

“Kacchan?!” Izuku jumped at the trail of blood leaking from Katsuki’s nose.

 

Izuku quickly peeled his hoodie off as Katsuki brought his knuckles up to his nostrils. 

 

“Are you okay?! Do you feel sick? We can go back if you need! ”

 

Izuku yanks off his hoodie, “take this!”

 

He swings the striped piece of clothing closer to Katsuki’s face, offering it as a tissue.

 

“I don’t need it.” Katsuki turned away from Izuku, the tips of his ears boil until they’re red.

 

“But you’re bleeding!” 

 

Katsuki contemplated the offer at hand, then huffed in compromise, “ fine, but I’m usin’ mine. I don’t want your germs all up in my face.”

 

Izuku nodded as Katsuki hurried to the coast, rinsing off his bloodied hands as the tide swallowed his feet.

 

Katsuki yanks off his shirt, revealing his bare chest. He then reached an arm out towards Izuku, signaling him to hand him the hoodie.

 

As Izuku inched closer to Katsuki, he avoided meeting eyes with Katsuki.

 

“Who even wears a sweater in the summer.” Katsuki mutters as he slips the hoodie over his body.

 

“But you told me-”

 

Izuku slaps a hand over his mouth.

 

“Sorry, I got you and…uh- your mom mixed up!”

 

Katsuki raises a brow, hiding the playful nature planting onto his lips.

 

“What is that even supposed to mean.”

 

“Just forget it.” Izuku flapped his hands as he shook his head.

 

“Whatever then.” Katsuki shrugs as he walks past Izuku, scraping past his bare shoulder.

 

Izuku; however, doesn’t move. He stays grounded in the sand, gazing at Katsuk with his poppy-like eyes that blossom open as if it’s the beginning of primavera. 

 

“You coming or what?” Katsuki tilts the bloodied shirt as he pivots back to face Izuku in the near distance.

 

Izuku blinks back into reality, then hurries over to Katsuki’s side

 

“Yeah, sorry!”

 

Izuku’s shoulder bumps against Katsuki’s.

 

His heart flutters, which should really stop considering his nosebleed.

 

As they walk closer and closer to the festival once again, Katsuki clutches onto Izuku’s wrist.

 

“I’m not gonna lose sight of ‘ya again. Don’t go rushing around.” 

 

Katsuki’s voice may be blanketed with a scolding; but underneath it all, his overflowing adoration pressures up against the rough tone, letting his sweet undertone leak through.

 

Izuku peaks back at Katsuki, then gives him a giggly smile.

 

“Okay, Kacchan. I’ll lead the way.”

 

—

 

“No way you actually tried out for UA?”

 

“How’d you not die in the entrance exam?”

 

A classmate snatches Izuku’s hero notebook out of his hands, then shoves him into the plaster wall as he giggles with his companion.

 

Normally, Izuku would’ve slipped down the wall due to the sudden force; however, he’d been training with All Might .

 

Izuku stumbled back onto a steady footing, then titled his head back up to face them.

 

…

 

“There’s no harm in trying . And also, UA would never let that happen, they’re a hero school with a variety of measures to ensure-”

 

“Shut up, will you? My gosh. ”

 

Izuku glances back down at his feet.

 

If only they’d leave him alone! Who do they think they are…and why do they always go for his hero notebook?! It’s beginning to become a really annoying occurrence…maybe in his diary he’ll-

 

“The hell are you morons doing?”

 

The familiar voice makes Izuku’s heart strings tingle.

 

“Yo, Bakugo! Did’ya hear that Midoriya-”

 

“I don’t give a crap. The least ‘ya can do is let a quirkless kid dream.” Katsuki sneered as he yanked the notebook from classmates. He then threw the notebook down onto Izuku’s feet.

 

“Yeah! You’re right..” Their classmates giggled awkwardly and hurried away.

 

…

 

“Kacchan.”

 

Katsuki turned slowly, looking away as he faced Izuku.

 

“Why’d you defend me?”

 

The sneer melted off Katuki’s tongue, and revealed that sweet tone again. The one that lulls Izuku’s heart and makes his stomach tingly.

 

“I didn’t defend you…they were just being annoying.”

 

“Oh, okay; got it.”

 

…

 

The silence echoes through the empty hallway.

 

Izuku’s eyes trail around the figure of Katsuki, pinpointing every mark where his gaze wouldn’t jumble onto him. 

 

“So…how did the entrance exam go for you?” Izuku croaks as he hesitantly looks over to Katsuki.

 

“I did the best, obviously. I for sure got in.” Katsuki states.

 

“That’s exactly what I would’ve expected from you.” Izuku murmurs under his breath.

 

Izuku then strengthens his gaze on Katsuki, straightening it from a simple peek to a confident, beaming stare.

 

“Okay, but how did it go? Were you worried at all? You know, like for my exam we had this big robot and-”

 

Then suddenly, the air shifts the moment Katsuki’s nose sours, breath hiccups, and eyes dampen.

 

Izuku can’t help but stalk his expressions; Katsuki looked as if he was at a loss.

 

“I said I was the best. I did fine all on my own.”

 

Izuku’s body instinctively leans closer. He quickly retracted the hands that slithered their way up to Katsuki’s forearms before they were able to get a grip.

 

“I know you did.” Izuku choked out.

 

“So what else do you want me to say, dammit.”

 

Katsuki brings the bottom of his palms up to his eyes, rubbing them violently as tears begin to race down his cheeks.

 

As Katsuki mourned the loss of his highschool dream with a certain somebody due to identity circumstances, Izuku couldn’t help but mirror Katsuki.

 

The waves of sniffles and broken wails flowing out of Katsuki’s rough exterior—breaking his fearful facade—erupted a foreign feeling from Izuku.

 

Never in his life had he craved to scoop Katsuki in his arms; to bear all of Katsuki’s burdens, to wipe Katsuki’s tears with his bottom lip.

 

Discarding all these fantasies, he stayed put. His arms glued to his sides, and his feet rooted deep into the title ground as his glossy eyes lingered on the once in a lifetime sight.

 

Katsuki’s vision peeked through the gaps of his fingers.

 

“Why the hell are you crying, dumbass?” Katsuki muttered as he hid his face within the flesh of his hands once again.

 

As if a flash flood was casted upon Izuku's tear glands, rivers of tears ran down his cheeks, but his stare never once faded away from Katsuki.

 

“I don’t know?” Izuku croaked as he raised the cuff of his uniform jacket to quickly wipe his damp cheek.

 

“Stop trying to make this about yourself, you shouldn’t be crying like a loser.” Katsuki sniffled as the back of his palms continued rubbing against his eyelids.

 

“You’re the one..who started it!” Izuku’s lip curled as he fought out a quick breath.

 

As Katsuki snuck another glance at Izuku, he quickly turned away as his heart skipped a beat.

 

Izuku was smiling at him.

 

Katsuki pulled his arm up to his chin, smudging his cheeks onto the skin between his forearms above his elbow, pressing down on his submerged smile as he looked away.

 

“…Yeah, but I’m not a loser. So it cancels out.“ Katsuki bantered back as yet another sniffle eroded from his chest.

 

“That’s not how it works-“

 

Katsuki shot his palms up to the cartilage of his ears.

 

“Lalala, I can’t hear loser nerds like you!” Katsuki shut his puffy eyes closed as he shook his head.

 

“Lalala, I can’t hear sore losers like you!” Izuku countered, putting his palms up to his ears and mimicking Katsuki.

 

“You…! Augh!” The corner of Katsuki’s lips twitched up as he fought back a smile. He then stormed past Izuku, and towards the bottom floor.

 

“Kacchan..! Wait!” Izuku hurried after Katsuki, a smug smile painted across his lips.

 

Katsuki peeked over his shoulder.

 

“Get your ass off your high horse and forget that ever happened!”

 

“But it did!” Izuku quickened his pace as the velocity of Katsuki’s steps accelerated.

 

“No it fucking didn’t!”

 

“You can’t just deny it!”

 

“I just did , so shadd’up!”

 

Katsuki’s legs pedal faster and faster until he reaches the locker corridor. He slams open his locker and slips off his inside shoes, swapping them for his classic high top Converse’s.

 

He stumbles over his feet as he dashes outside, feeling a giggly surge bubbling up inside his stomach.

 

Once Izuku was out of sight, he snuck into a narrow alleyway in his neighborhood. He slips down the concrete wall and sits on his backside.

 

Just as it reached its breaking point, he released the tickle in his stomach orally. He giggled until his lungs burned, until his cheeks ran warm.

 

Katsuki lays a hand on his aching stomach as he pulls out his phone.

 

The free hand practically launches itself onto his upper cheek, sliding down as his stomach churns with butterflies.

 

zu ! [m1ghtyboy]

do you think being cool gets rid of being a nerdy loser?

 

At that moment, Katsuki reached an epiphany.

 

What if—just if— Izuku knew.

 

What if Izuku also knew?

 

The atmosphere around them had changed—their dynamic hadn’t been the same since the festival. Izuku had a newly found confidence to him, as if he’d gained something. 

 

Not only that, you could also say their relationship loosened around the edges.

 

They weren’t exactly friends, nor were they like they were before. There was a lingering third feeling when they were around each other.

 

It was unsaid, but somehow, almost implied.

 

There was something they weren’t telling each other, something that created this shift.

 

Katsuki could feel it, he was sure Izuku could too.

 

His thumb slid over to the Google search.

 

Google

[ should I tell the truth after I lied about my identity to my online friend ]

Notes:

I HATE U SCHOOL. I could’ve updated way faster but I have a math test tmr… UGH. ANYWAYS.

guys..all ima say is next chapter…I’d be looking forward to it ;P

SECONDLY, I drew some silly stuff for this fic! here’s the link !
https://www.tumblr.com/euphoristar/761394486154788864/silly-doodles-for-my-bkdk-fic-virtual-boyfriends

AND LASTLY, HOLY CRAP!! thank u so much for the support thus far!! You guys make me so happy and have motivated me IMMENSELY this past month :) SO THANKS ONCE AGAIN!

Chapter 11: make you mine

Notes:

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: make you mine by public!!

feel free to listen to the fic playlist! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2iEWYx4BBjBs7Z0WD9vCf7?si=c207b934f2e84804

Katsuki lurked from behind Izuku on the way home from school. Whilst staring at Izuku’s back from a distance, he cleared his throat as he began.

 

“Deku.” Katsuki began feebly.

 

Izuku continued walking, unaware of the Katsuki’s words diminished within the wind. 

 

Katsuki’s chest rose up as he breathed in.

 

“Zu.” Katsuki called. 

 

Izuku froze. He then slowly pivoted his heel, turning towards Katsuki.

 

“W..what?”

 

The wind whistled as it washed through the cherry blossoms, their gazes locking onto one another. Katsuki clenched his fists—spitting out the words before his throat could swallow them back down to secrecy.

 

“Deku, I’m Suki.”

 

Izuku’s eyes softened as his bottom lip hung open.

 

“What..?!?”

 

Katsuki drove his face away, evading the tension of Izuku’s eyes.

 

“Do you hate me? I’m…reallyreallysorry for everything.”

 

Katsuki then picked up his confidence, letting it tug up on his shoulder as he looked at Izuku  once again.

 

“Could I…ever make it up to you?”

 

Izuku’s breath hitched as he shook his head, his lips perking upwards

 

“Kacchan, I- yeah.”

 

“I’m glad it was you.”

 

—

 

Or at least, that’s how it should go.

 

The sound of Katsuki’s alarm banged up against his eardrum, waking him up. Katsuki rammed the plastic button of his alarm clock–slightly burnt from the trickles of his quirk he accidentally released while experiencing drowsy annoyance–and flopped his hand onto his phone.

 

He brought it up close to his face, then twiddled his finger upwards on the screen to view his notifications. Katsuki rolled over to his side, giggling and smiling all wobbly as his favorite username appeared.

 

[m1ghtyboy]

look at the new AM merch drop!!!!!! :333

 

Katsuki then yanked his covers off and hurried over  to his closet–his eyes still glued to his phone as he pans from his uniform back to the screen. The phone once in his hand is tossed onto the cushion comforter of his bed as he quickly slips on his black uniform.

 

Instead of taming the bed hair he’d acquired in his sleep, he combed through his hair with his fingers and called it a day. He’d also taken care of brushing away any and all possible germs in his bathroom.

 

Now, he had thirty extra minutes before school to talk to his boyfriend.

 

(Katsuki really liked that word.)

 

< zu!

m1ightyboy

 

 

< look at the new AM merch drop!!!!!! :333

< [image.here]

< they announced it yesterday when he was on the talk show with meryl

< the shirt is a limited edition unisex victory star collectors edition

< ITS SO COOL

< I don’t know if i’m gonna get it though cause ive blown all my funds earlier this month

< being an AM collector sure is tough 

you dummy >

its cause u sent me all the bronze era stuff earlier this month >

i told you to keep it for urself >

< NEVER

< i mean yea i blew all my allowance to send you stuff

< BUT U DO THAT TOO 

< and i wanted to 

< u come first on my priorities suki ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ <3

come on now zu >

Its cause i have nothing to spend it on >

but you do >

I already told you im not much of a collector >

and i only like spending my money on important things >

you dont have to spend money on me every single week i promise >

<3 >

< so ur saying im important to u hm? (ꈍᴗꈍ)

< and yea i do

< don’t get it mixed up

< im not doing it cuz i have to

< im doing it because i want to

< cause i like you

< UR IMPORTANT TO ME TOO!!!!!!!!

of course ur important to me >

ffs zu >

you’re my boyfriend >

i wouldn't be doing all of this if u were just some extra >

but ur not an extra >

ur zu >

and since i can't stop you, dont worry abt the new all might shirt >

i’ll buy it for you >

< SUKI NO.

< U CANT

< ID FEEL SO BAD

< u always give me so much

< and i cant even match it

you dont have to match it >

i just like giving you what you want >

and seeing u happy and stuff >

dont worry about it >

I dont expect anything back from u or whatever >

but if u really want to get even >

call me tonight >

I wanna talk to you and hear your voice >

< okokok fine

< i like u so mych by thr way

< by the way******
< but suki is that all?

< i still feel kinda bad (╥_╥)

mmmm then >

I want more letters >

i really like those too >

< sounds good :]

< anything else???

maybe >

Katsuki’s heart fluttered as he looked at the screen mellowly. He suddenly felt a surge of confidence arising from the pit deep within his stomach.

 

a kiss when we meet >

And sent.

 

A wave of embarrassment hit Katsuki; the post clarity was unbearable. He threw his phone back onto his bed, then raced to the furthest corner of his room, circling the same area with his hands caught in his hair.

 

Katsuki groaned, cursed himself, giggled, and jumped aroundnall within the span of a few minutes. His reactions pulsed like waves, as if they were alive. They went up and down, starting with his sternum, then down and around each and every picket of his ribcage, trailing to his spine and planting goosebumps.  

 

He took a deep breath as he collected himself, then pivoted back around to peek at his phone on his bed.

 

Instead of checking his phone immediately, Katsuki shoved it into his pocket and raced out the front door.

 

“Kid! You forgot your lunch!” Mitsuki yelled from the doorframe as Katsuki hurried to the sidewalk.

 

The swelling in Katsuki’s heart spread across his body, making his limbs heavy with each and every step. His sweaty palms fiddled with his phone case in his pocket, debating on whether or not to finally reveal the results of his impulsivity. 

 

Katsuki’s footsteps halted as he drove his phone up closer towards his face–making sure to check no one was in the area beforehand–and let out a euphoric, lovestruck chuckle as his fingers slid down his face helplessly and enamored.

 

maybe >

a kiss when we meet >

< gotcha <3

< i cant wait ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊωˋ )ଓ⁾⁾

< ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

 

“Deku..you..” Katsuki whined as his lips perked up; as his blood gushed through his veins, as his body got warmer.

 

Katsuki collected himself to supply a response.

 

cute >

♡♡♡♡♡ >

 

As Katsuki continued the walk to school, he made sure to wipe any remnants of his stupid smile away. It took him 5,10– okay , the entire walk to school to erase the smile that wouldn't stop tugging up on his lips and engraving into the side of his cheeks, but he did it. 

 

However, that effort was flushed down the drain the moment he walked into the classroom. 

 

There, Izuku sat with his head buried in his arms, occasionally nuzzling his cheeks further into the comfort of his arms.

 

Katsuki walked down the pathway to his desk, and the closer he inched towards Izuku’s desk, the faster his heart pounded. 

 

The pouch in his stomach completely emptied, and the contents of it elevated up into his esophagus, creating an uneasiness that resided in the back of his throat. He felt like he was going to be sick. Butterflies and whatever else lingered in the manifestation of so-called love twirled inside his once-empty stomach, creating friction that kept his heart racing at a velocity that broke any record in his books (or at least that's what it felt like).

 

Was he walking normally? His throat felt dry, and he suddenly felt breathless. Did it show on his face? He prayed his hysteria wasn’t translucent. Was Izuku looking at him? 

 

God, how embarrassing!

 

Katsuki robotically sat down in his seat (finally), and let out a shaky breath.

 

…

 

Katsuki now had the sudden urge to turn around, to look at Izuku once again. It hadn’t even been a few seconds!

 

Izuku had enchanted him into an endless, lovesick labyrinth.

 

Katsuki imitated Izuku and cradled his head, resting on the hollow wood of his desk.

 

He was still unable to shake off not only the weight in his mind caused by Izuku (his boyfriend), but also the underlying feeling that Izuku knew something about Suki’s identity.

 

They hadn’t talked much since Katsuki shut down the teasing from his classmates a few days ago, but Izuku had become suspiciously bold over text recently. Katsuki had always avoided the topic of tangible interaction, mainly because it was a sensitive topic to not just him, but also Izuku. For crying out loud, he cried in front of Izuku because he hated the reality of the situation.

 

Bottom line was he didn’t get to meet his favorite person at the school they’d been dreaming of meeting at since day one of their relationship as a whole. On top of that, his favorite person asked him to go into detail about his disappointing day.

 

He had anticipated the day–the meeting with the person he adores most–for over a year now. The so-called hero dream felt hollow now that the perfect piece to it all was missing. And so when he met the eyes of Izuku, he just came crumbling down.

 

Katsuki never felt difficulty in holding in his feelings; but somehow, the overwhelming sadness washed over him, flooding his tear glands before he could even process it; yet, Katsuki didn’t feel the need to hide, to force it away, to fake it. It was okay because it was Izuku.

 

Before Katsuki became aware of Zu’s identity, he’d bring up their fantasy of becoming UA students together as often as every day. However, when Katsuki began drawing suspicion of Zu and Izuku being the same person, he halted.

 

Despite Katsuki stopping this fantasy only recently, Izuku had stopped long before they even got together. He’d subtly agree to it whenever Katsuki brought it up, but that was all there was to it. And so, the sudden confidence directed to real life interaction in Izuku’s text message recently had thrown him off (in a good way). 

 

Katsuki had come to a conclusion now that he was sure of Zu’s identity: he was going to reveal his identity, and as soon as possible. Normally, Katsuki was a very logical, precise, and thought-out person when it came to objective things, like battle analysis and martial art training; however, the moment the mood flips to feely, abstract, subjective topics, he goes into overdrive. It consumes him entirely, spamming his thoughts with silly daydreams or dragged on fears.

 

Taking that into consideration, Katsuki could not hesitate in revealing his identity. He had to do it before he chickened out. He never got afraid, he always nailed everything on the first try, confessings and lovey-dovey shit wasn’t an anomaly to this, he wouldn't let it be.

 

He’d spent the entire duration of his morning classes crafting the perfect plan. He let his pencil scribble on the margin of his notebook, doodling hearts and the classic All Might V as he perfected his operation.

 

 

• Buy Deku the All Might shirt he wants while in cram school. (andmaybeflowers)

• Go up to him and reveal yourself

• Say sorry

• We can finally talk about UA together (as boyfriends as stuff–well maybe)

 

 

Katsuki jumped as the bell for lunch rung, quickly slamming his doodle-filled notebook shut.

 

And so, it began once again. The endless, rattling pulse against his chest. Katsuki stumbled up, ignoring his classmates invitation to head to lunch with them, but suddenly rocked to the side as a sudden force came into contact with him.

 

Izuku stumbled back, looking both ways before he spoke to Katsuki, afraid of the blind perceptions their classmates had on their relationship. Once the group in the classroom left, Izuku finally let loose.

 

“Kacchan! Sorry, my bad.” Izuku said quietly as he connected eyes with Katsuki.

 

Katsuki’s heart pinched at the sudden eye contact. The blood in his body drained, and instead migrated up to his cheeks. He raised an arm up to cover his face, and broke the interlocked gaze shared amongst the two of them.

 

“It’s nothing. You don’t got- have’ta sorry at say everything-”

 

Katsuki wanted to die! Because oh my gosh, what the hell was that stutter? Literally who does that? He never got nervous, never ever! Why did his tongue feel numb, like it couldnt coordinate with his brain? Why couldn’t he say the simplest things?! 

 

Izuku leaned closer into Katsuki, observing him with those wide eyes of his. Katsuki only leaned back, digging his face closer into the comfort of his forearms as he wallows in the heatwave of his shame.

 

“Kacchan, are you-”

 

“You. Don’t. Have. To. Say. Sorry. For. Everything!” Katsuki peeks through the gap in his arms as he chokes out whatever his body will allow him.

 

Izuku’s awestruck curiosity morphs into sudden concern, “Kacchan! Your palms!”

 

Katsuki glances at his palms–they’re popping out little explosive sparks. He’d gotten so nervous to the point of his quirk activating against his own free will.

 

There was no way Izuku riled him up this much. Even Izuku’s glance shot his strength out of his legs.

 

Katsuki wiped the sweat of his palm on his dress pants, calming the sparkles erupting from his palms. He then slowly brought his gaze back up to Izuku, who was already looking right at him with that hypnotism in his eyes.

 

They stayed like that for a few moments–soaking in the lingering eye contact–until it was broken by chatter echoing in the hallway.

 

Izuku panned towards the door, then back at Katsuki.

 

“I’m gonna go.” Izuku almost whispered

 

“...M’kay” Katsuki slurred, keeping his eyes in a daze.

 

“Bye, Kacchan.” Izuku lulled as the corner of his lips perked up.

 

“Bye, Deku..” 

 

Katsuki kept his tone hush and dreamy, absolutely breathless from their eyecontact alone. He kept his eye on the nape of Izuku’s neck as he walked out the classroom, adoring that part of him.

 

—

 

As the time crept closer, the pace of Katsuki’s laps around the school quickened. 

 

In his right hand, the straps of a plastic bag dangled from the creases of his fingers; inside, the special All Might shirt Izuku had wanted.

 

In his left, he clutched a bouquet of red roses. Going up to the cashier with such a corny thing had almost knocked the courage out him. She gave him a gross smirk at the register, then began questioning him as if he as a kid. 

 

He was 14 years old! She was just a hag!

 

She’d said something stupid, along the lines of “oh..to be young and in love”.

 

That sole, cheesy line had made him debate blasting the fresh-cut roses into the trashcan; the embarrassment gushed from tolerable to intolerable levels in a flash. It was surprising enough that he didn’t blast the lady’s head off before she could give him his change.

 

Katsuki then hurried over to the traffic mirror. He titled his head up, then to the side, as he combed his fingers through his hair, attempting to straighten up before he tracked Izuku down. The phone in his back pocket vibrated, the timer alerting Katsuki that Izuku’s cram school was over.

 

This was it.

 

The aggressive pounding in his heart from earlier returned. He couldn’t slow down his anxious legs—desperate, excited, uneasy for the scene to unfold.

 

As Katsuki turned the corner, the classic yellow backpack and messy green hair came into the picture once again. The roses in Katsuki’s clutch flew back behind him, blasting them into any other vicinity due to the sudden reality, the sudden embarrassment.

 

Katsuki crept closer behind Izuku, attempting to not draw attention to himself until he closed the distance between the two of them. 

 

However, he was hesitating. 

 

Every nerve in his body itched to tap Izuku’s shoulder, to call out his name, to do something so Izuku could look at him, so it could finally unravel. But the lump in his throat, the heave on his bones, the tangle in his lungs, and sore on his consciousness prevented him to act.

 

So instead, Katsuki dug into his back pocket–with his sweaty, shaky hands–and dialed Zu on Instagram.

 

The sound of wind chimes traveled through the gap between the two of them, just as Izuku’s phone rang.

 

Izuku brought his phone up to his ear, causing Katsuki to do the same.

 

“Suki, hi-”

 

“Deku.”

 

The two, familiar voices overlapping caused an echo.

 

Izuku almost tripped over his feet, then slowly looked over his shoulder.

 

There, Katsuki stood with his phone clutched tighty up to his ear, a self-concious arch in his eyebrows. His fingers fidgeted with the straps of the plastic bag as he waited for a response.

 

Izuku finally turned to face Katsuki–in disbelief–then blinked as he got a handhold on what had just occurred.

 

“Kacchan?!” Izuku yelped with his phone still in his hand, causing another echo.

 

“I’m Suki.” Katsuki huffed into the tightly knit phone at the side of his cheek.

 

Izuku brought his phone up to his cheek to listen to Katsuki’s voice, then burst out laughing. Katsuki; however, had his heart sink as he raised a brow at the hysteric Izuku.

 

Izuku brought up the top of his finger, wiping the remiants of his laughter away, “Kacchan, I know.” 

 

Katsuki’s draw dropped at the same velocity his eyes practically popped outbof his socket, “What!?”

 

The increase in Katsuki’s volume caused Izuku to yank his phone to arms length, extending it away from himself, as a smile rendered itself onto his face.

 

“And you didn’t tell me?”

 

“Because I thought you wouldn’t want, augh, you know!” Izuku stumbled on his words, suddenly flushing at the thought of their relationship.

 

“And before you ask me that, why didn’t you tell me?!”  Izuku countered.

 

“‘Cause...cause..!” Katsuki could practically feel the vibrations of his heart pounding in the back of his throat

 

“‘Cause I didn’t know for sure!”

 

“Well me neither! And ever since last year-”

 

“Deku, you’ve known since how long?” Katsuki choked on his words, his cheeks airbrushing a shade of scarlet. 

 

Izuku buried his face deep into his arms, leaving his fiery ears visible.

 

“...since before we got together.” Izuku mumbled.

 

Katsuki’s stomached fluttered. He then bent down onto his knees, suddenly light-headed from the information.

 

“You’re so annoying..” Katsuki mumbled.

 

“...Sorry, I didn’t mean to lure you in or manipulate you and I didn’t have bad intentions, I just liked you so much I didn’t know if I should tell you and then I got too involved and attached and I couldnt just- “

 

“I’m not talkin’ about that” Katsuki slurred softly as he peeked through the gap in his fingers.

 

“I wish I knew first, ‘cause then I wouldnt have wasted so much damn time.”

 

Izuku’s eyes widenend.

 

Katsuki then stumbled up back onto his feet, his heart racing faster and faster the closer he got to Izuku.

 

Katsuki then hovered over the bent down Izuku, and offered him the plastic bag.

 

“Look.” 

 

The twinkle in Katsuki’s eyes, the lack of creases in his expressions, the subtle smile, the uttermost attentive–dreamy–gaze, left Izuku breathless.

 

Izuku swallowed the lump in his throat, then let the plastic bag fall into his possession. He peeked into the bag, then looked back up at Katsuki.

 

“Kacchan..!” Izuku giggled as he gave Katsuki a toothy grin.

 

“Mhm…” Katsuki slurred as Izuku enchanted him. He then took a shaky breath in, and bent down to Izuku’s level.

 

“I..augh.”

 

Izuku kept quiet, his attention fully guided towards Katsuki.

 

“Fuck, one second; this is hard .”

 

Katsuki ran his hand through his hair, then flung his gaze towards the ground.

 

“This..this won’t change anything, I know that. But I-I”

 

Katsuki then built up the confidence to hold eye contact with Izuku.

 

“I want to say I regret it, everything I did to you–in real life. I’m a douche for that, and I know you might..you probably think im saying this because you ended up being Zu,”

 

Droplets of relief built up on Katsuki’s tear glands like dew.

 

“But it’s more than that. All those times you’d talk about that asshole that was rude to you, and how it made you feel, I felt like shit. I was ashamed; I didn’t want you to find out I was the same type of filthy bastard. So, I stopped. I stopped doing that shit to you because of all the times you’d tell me how it made you feel. I thought maybe that you, Deku, would feel the same way. I felt embarrassed of myself.”

 

Katsuki’s voice cracked, “what I’m trying to say Deku, is that I’m sorry.” 

 

Izuku stared at him in disbelief.

 

“Thanks, Kacchan. Wow, I’m just like, y’know, taken aback.” Izuku chuckled.

 

…

 

“Kacchan?!” Izuku yelps at the sudden waterworks leaking from the well of Katsuki’s eyes.

 

Katsuki rubbed the sockets of his eyes in a repetitive motion, showing no sign of stopping.

 

“ Kacchan,” Izuku called endearingly, letting his name melt along his velvet tongue. With gentle palms, Izuku clasped Katsuki’s wrists–-letting his thumb figureskate up and down and behind and around the flesh amongst his wrist—and parted the guard Katsuki had put up.

 

The moment their gazes intertwined, Izuku couldn’t help but let his eyes become reflective like glass, imitating Katsuki.

 

“I’m so glad I got that outta my damn system. It was killing me.” Katsuki whispered as Izuku crept closer into him.

 

“How’d you even find out?” Izuku giggled under his breath as droplets of his relief crowed the outer circle of his eyes.

 

“‘Cause you gave it away.”

 

“Come on, what could I have possibly done-”

 

“You stared at me in class with oogly eyes, you wore the scarf in front of me, I saw the letters-”

 

“You what?!” Izuku shook their glued-together limbs.

 

“...When we went to the festival, you slammed the door, and the letters…fell out, and I saw them.”

 

…

 

“So that’s why you were acting weird at the festival.”

 

“I wasn’t acting weird!” Katsuki attempted to pull away from Izuku’s grasp, but Izuku kept a firm handle on him as he giggled mischievously.

 

Katsuki’s face soured as Izuku giggled at him–but it soured in a way Izuku adored.

 

Katsuki was embarrassed. 

 

Then, Katsuki wiggled loose from Izuku’s hold, and slipped his wrist down to the base of Izuku’s wrist. He then let his fingertips rest along Izuku’s, and scrape their way into the crease of his fingers, perfectly fitting into the other.

 

Katsuki gave Izuku’s hand a tight squeeze, then glanced back over at Izuku.

 

“Are we still…” Izuku whispered.

 

Katsuki nodded.

 

“I wanna be. Do you…do you still want to be my..”

 

Katsuki looked away, flushed.

 

“..My boyfriend?” Katsuki muttered under his breath, the tips of his ears burning, the sparks in his palms popping.

 

Izuku quickly retracted his hands away from Katsuki’s at the sudden heat burst. The two made eye contact, then collectively burst out laughing.

 

“ Again ! I gotta know how that works so I can write that down in-”

 

“Izuku, don’t tell me you have an analysis on me.”

 

Izuku went silent long before Katsuki finished his sentence, the blood gushing deeper into his face. Katsuki raised a brow at Izuku, then slapped a hand over his mouth once he realized what he’d done.

 

“Since when did you call me that?” Izuku chirped.

 

“...If you don’t like it I-”

 

“No, I like it. I love it.” 

 

…

 

The two bathed in the silence, staring and admiring the other’s flustered state.

 

“M’kay then..”

 

Katsuki’s eyes then awkwardly wandered around the scenery, and Izuku copied. He was then granted another excuse to look Izuku’s way once the sound of crinkling became present in Izuku’s lap.

 

Izuku pulled out the black and golden shirt; the background black and the figure of All Might golden. He twirled it from the back side to the front, admiring every detail. Then, he retracted his attention from the shirt, and directed it–hesitantly–towards Katsuki.

 

“I said..I would pay you back for this. You remember?”

 

Izuku turned away, letting himself wallow in the embarrassment as he dug his face deeper into the comfort of his palms.

 

Once again, Katsuki’s cheeks erupted into a scarlet color; the memory of it had caused him to short circuit.

 

maybe

a kiss when we meet 

 

Katsuki then let his head bob up and down, nodding in acknowledgement.

 

“Yeah, I do.”

 

The two exchanged a shy glance, then Izuku intertwined their hands and hurried off into an alleyway nearby.

 

Katsuki’s heart almost stopped; the–half burnt–bouquet of roses were scattered not too far ahead. Instinctually, Katsuki took the lead. He jumped in front of Izuku, causing them to race into the alleyway, then pinned him against the wall so Izuku couldn’t see the mess he’d made.

 

Katsuki took a quick peek over his shoulder, then attempted to kick away the flower petals alongside his feet. Izuku took notice, causing him to glance over Katsuki.

 

Izuku began giggling, “what are you doing?”

 

“Nothing!” Katsuki stiffened.

 

Izuku raised an eyebrow at Katsuki, then attempted to look farther over Katsuki’s shoulder. This time; however, Katsuki’s face moved at the same tempo as Izuku, mirroring his movements.

 

“Kacchan, can I see-”

 

“No.” 

 

Izuku then zipped over to Katsuki’s other shoulder, but low and behold, Katsuki matched him.

 

“Kacchan, let me see!”

 

“ No!”

 

“Let me see!” 

 

At this point, Izuku and Katsuki’s in sync laughter echoched through the alleyway.

 

Suddenly, Izuku’s hands cupped Katsuki’s cheeks–his calloused hands drifting Katsuki’s face to the side–then leaned in to land a quick peck on Katsuki’s upper cheek.

 

As soon as Izuku parted from the kiss, Katsuki was left paralyzed. He shot his fingers up to the spot Izuku had landed his lips on–absolutely star-struck.

 

Izuku bent under Katsuki’s arms, and glanced a few feet deeper into the alleyway. He walked closer to the bouquet of red roses–a little crisp on the edges–and picked them up.

 

“Kacchan, they’re just-”

 

Izuku froze as he turned on the balls of his feet; Katsuki’s face was completely washed over with a deep maroon. He then looked back at the roses, and towards Katsuki again.

 

Oh.

 

Izuku imitated Katsuki, then shoved a hand up to his mouth as it shuttered open at the realization.

 

“Are these..did you..?” Izuku croaked.

 

Katsuki groaned, then nodded in confirmation.

 

Izuku rushed over to Katsuki. Once he entered his proximity, Izuku gleamed with confidence at Katsuki.

 

“Let me pay you back right now..!”

 

Katsuki’s finger crept over to Izuku’s, and intertwined his pointer finger with Izuku’s.

 

“Do you even know how to..”

 

“...No..”

 

Katsuki breathed out, charmed by Izuku.

 

“For fuck’s sake, c’mere.”

 

Katsuki connected their hands once more, and let Izuku’s back touch up against the wall.

 

“For starters..close your eyes.” Katsuki mumbled.

 

Izuku obeyed.

 

As Katsuki began, he slowly let his fingers trail up Izuku’s chin, then glided them up towards his cheek bone—holding Izuku gently. Izuku’s palms grip onto the hem of Katsuki’s jacket.

 

Katsuki then swallows the lump in his throat–as well as the pounding feeling in his chest–and lets his eyes narrow as he begins to drift closer into Izuku.

 

Just before Katsuki lets their lips connect, Izuku flutters his eyes slightly open, and has a silly, loose smile rendered onto his lips, causing the apples of his cheeks to bob upwards as he croaks out a few giggles.

 

“Oh shut up; don’t laugh at me, nerd.” The pressure of his words push up against Izuku’s lips; he can feel Katsuki’s breath against his lips.

 

“I can’t promise that” Izuku murmurs back as he leans closer, letting their lips scrape against each other as they continue to speak sweet nothings.

 

“Of course you can’t.” Katsuki giggles softly once again, this time, zoning out in the horizon of Izuku’s eyes.

 

The chatter and giggling eventually comes to a pause.

 

Katsuki’s lips fall onto Izuku’s, and Izuku reciprocates by pushing in closer. They stay like that momentarily, until its broken by Izuku’s euphoric smile.

 

Katsuki pulls away–the same wobbly grin present on his face–then breathes in.

 

“Go on a date with me.” Katsuki spurts.

 

Izuku hide his face once again, absolutely flustered.

 

“You can’t just say that after-”

 

“But I said it first, so I win.”

“Kacchan!” Izuku facepalms.

Notes:

ITS FINALLY HAPPENING!!! AHHH!!!

longer chapter 2day! hooray! sorry if it's not the best writing, i'm staying up late to write/edit this cuz i wanna get it out ASAP <33

FIRSTLY: i drew yet another doodle for this fic ! https://www.tumblr.com/euphoristar/761669030499270656/more-doodles-for-my-bkdk-fanfic-virtual-boyfriends?source=share

SECONDLY: i'm making a small comic based off this fic, so if u wanna see it before next chapter (hopefully!), feel free to keep up with me on tumblr (@euphoristar) !!

Chapter 12: melting

Notes:

song of the chapter: no. 1 party anthem by artic monkeys AND melting by kali uchis <3

sorry for the late update!! i got hit w/ the ao3 curse while making this i fear.. i had a whole comic made for y'all, but my phone got wiped cuz my phone glitched :(

Izuku had practically danced home.

 

He kept it together—trying to look as normal as possible—until they parted ways. Parting ways sounds easy, but to hell with that. It had ended up being back and forth banter as they stuck together like glue. Whenever one of them would turn their back, the other suddenly spat out “something they forgot to say”.

 

Unsure of it was because of the adrenaline rush taking its after effects, the atmosphere became tightly packed with tingly awkwardness. Not the kind that picked at small talk dangling in the air, but rather the kind where you feel the rush of blood in your veins, the consciousness of your heartbeat, the surge of sudden touch starvation–one that manifests from thin air, from the sole sight of someone.

 

The last interaction came from a needy Katsuki, who took Izuku’s hand and squeezed it tightly as his gaze lingered–self consciously–on Izuku.

 

Izuku–who could’ve popped like a balloon and released the butterflies in his stomach–couldn't help but squeeze Katsuki’s fingers back tighter.

 

As he reviewed the course of events retrospectively in the safety of his room, he couldn’t help but bash his head into his pillows, twirl and nudge his limbs back and forth, as the smile on his face erupted in giddy laughter.

 

Izuku then squirmed onto his side, and scooped his phone close. 

 

Should he–can he–text Kacchan or not?

 

The thought tugged Izuku back and forth, unable to make a concise decision as he cursed to himself, just do it!

 

Izuku shot his phone up to the ceiling, straightening out his arms as he laid on his back. As his fingers hovered over the history of their chats, the rubber of the phonecase slipped beneath his grasp, and rammed into Izuku's nose, then jumbled down his cheek.

< lord_dynaxmighty

   lord_dynaxmighty

 

gwdfsc >

 

Izuku jumped at the accidental text message. Before he had time to craft an excuse, or even delete the message, another text bubble floated into the chat.

 

< ?

The lump in Izuku’s throat jumped out as his lungs pressurized, releasing a heavy, embarrassed groan as he yanked his phone away from his premise. Then, he shamefully retreated his phone from the periphery of his bed.

 

sorry!!!! my phone fell :< >

< u dont gotta apologize

 

…

 

< so u had the chat open? 

 

If Izuku wasn’t already wallowing in his shame, he was drowning in it by now.

 

…

yea >

(╥_╥) >

< hehehe

< ur so cute

< izuku

 

Izuku’s heart panged up against his chest as his cheeks warmed.

 

kacchan >

!!!!!!!!!!!!jhkb9#(&@ >

< yeah?

< <3333

AHJWGVKWWQL >

WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOU >

< idk what u mean

< <3

THAT >

< mmm but i’ve always been like this

< so im not sure what u mean >:]

yeaaa (─‿─) >

sorrysorry ur right >

I guess i'm still not >

you know!!!! >

used to the whole new thing >

i thought i’d never tell you >

is what im saying >

< yeah i know what you mean

…

< do you not like it

NONONO >

NO WAIT I EMANT YES oF COURSE I LOVE IT >

that’s not what i meant at all i like you so much and i don’t care that  >

we both now know about each other and i really am glad that i get to date you out of all people because ur talented and amazing and have a cute smile and i really like it when you have confidence in everything because seriously ur amazing at everything you try and 

I like you is what >

Im trying to say >

sorry did that make sense or >

< mmm i dunno if im convinced

< if you really like me, why aren’t i your most recent chat in roblox

< HMMMMMM NERD????

YOU SCARED ME KACCHAN >

don’t tell me you logged into my acct again 0__– … >

< yea i did

< cuz i was bored or whatever

< and i like to be on your accounts when you’re not online

< then i change ur trashy outfits 

< cuz my taste is superior

nuh uh >

my all might outfits are well thought out and historically accurate >

< nerd -___-

…

< i wanna see you izuku

< texting isn’t good enough

< calling isn’t good enough

< i wanna see your stupid face up close so bad again

...

< now i'm embarrassing myself

< if u bring this up to me in person i’ll murder you

can’t count on that kacchan <3 >

 

—

 

“Hi!-”

 

“Hey-”

 

…

 

Izuku swallowed the heavy lump in his throat, then tugged at the collar of his shirt. Was the AC turned off or was it just him? 

 

Katsuki shoved his clammy hands into the depths of his baggy pockets. He wiped the hazardous sweat on the walls of the cloth as he guided his stare away from Izuku, relocating his eyes to a place his heart could handle.

 

The day Katsuki had asked Izuku on a real date wasn’t an empty promise. Katsuki doesn’t make empty promises–he pulls through with his words, never leaving a fault within them. And so, here he was on a Saturday morning, standing on the scratchy welcome mat upon the front door, ready to simply be here with Izuku.

 

Suddenly, all confidence, all cockiness, all the attitude, disintegrated into ashes, flying away with the subtle tunes of the wind.

 

It was different when the fluorescent protection separated their worlds; but now, there wasn’t any time to register any words, to react, to hesitate, to articulate the right conversation.

 

It’s like all of their willpower was used up during their confessions, and were now left with the freedom to say whatever, whenever. That freedom was overwhelming, as if too many options were left dangling at their exposure, unsure of even where to start.

 

This was it, there wasn’t any downtime. Everything happened now.

 

“You can..come in y’know.” Izuku murmured as he glanced up at Katsuki, the tips of his ears glistening pink.

 

Katsuki bit the walls of his inner mouth as he pinched back a goofy, idiotic smile ( so not cool!).

 

“M’kay.” Katsuki mumbled as he followed behind Izuku. He set his eyes on the nape of Izuku’s neck once again, trailing across his broad shoulders as his heart strings tugged at the mere sight.

 

Izuku closed the door behind him as Katsuki settled onto Izuku’s bed like a natural instinct. 

 

Izuku clicked the lock as he glanced over to Katsuki.

 

“I just gotta wait ‘til my mom gets back, then we can go–if that's okay! I told her last night but I don’t know if she forgot, and I wanna make sure to say goodbye to her beforehand! She also said she misses you and stuff and well-”

 

Izuku stumbles on his last few words, causing the words on his tongue to topple like a traffic jam and slips his palm over his mouth, finally giving up.

 

“I’m just gonna stop talking now.” Izuku’s voice pitches as he bathes in his flustered, embarrassed state.

 

“No–don’t stop.” Katsuki chirps out as he sits up in Izuku’s bed, furrowing his brows self-consciously.

 

Izuku’s smile flows in like the tide, wobbling unsteadily as they perk up. Izuku lets out a small chuckle as his stomach twirls into knots.

 

“Well, there’s another update in Pro Heroes RP–which of course you would know, I don’t know why I brought that up. Anyways, should I wear the shirt I have on, or the new All Might shirt you gave me? I couldn’t decide, but look-”

 

The hangers in Izuku’s closet clank together as he pulls his hung up shirt out, then hovers it over his shirt.

 

“This one? Or the one I have on?”

 

“They both need to be thrown in a bonfire.” Katsuki chuckles as he leans closer off the bed, still sitting on the periphery.

 

“Kacchan! C’mon, be serious!” Izuku smirks as he giggles, shoving the shirt closer for Katsuki to see.

 

“I am being serious!” Katsuki smirks, but his eyes remain with the twilight sparkle that only manifests whenever he’s looking at Izuku.

 

“You bought me both of these! You aren’t being serious!” Izuku shakes the hanger in his hand as he inches closer towards Katsuki.

 

“I am though.”

 

“Nuh uh!”

 

“Yeah huh!”

 

Izuku now stands cradled between Katsuki’s legs. Echoes of their soft breaths wander through Izuku’s room as the rays of morning light bind through his shutters.

 

Katsuki cranes his neck upwards towards Izuku.

 

“You got something there, Izuku.”

 

Katsuki points up to his hair, helping Izuku identify where.

 

“Oh!”

 

Izuku runs a hand through his hair–flustered by the sudden name–but the small bundle of felt remains stuck.

 

“Wrong side, nerd.”

 

Katsuki pulls Izuku down to his level, and picks out the rubble of felt–letting his finger tangle further into Izuku’s hair, unwilling to pull away so soon. He then slips his hand down to the nape of his neck, swooning Izuku by teasing his thumb on the very edge of his cheek.

 

Katsuki lightly drags the tips of his fingers along the nape of Izuku’s neck, soothing it as he pulls Izuku closer, using his other hand to “pick out something” in his hair.

 

“Are you happy about seeing my stupid face in person again?” Izuku says softly as he smiles teasingly.

 

“You asshole!” Katsuki calls out as he yanks at Izuku’s collar, glowing scarlet.

 

“I told you, you can’t expect me not to bring that up again!” Izuku giggled as he tugged at Katsuki’s wrists, then slowly crawling his way up to hold his hands-

 

“Izuku! I’m back!” Inko’s voice muffled through the crack of Izuku’s door.

 

The two boys jumped as they parted, shuffling to greet Inko before they left

 

Katsuki endured yet another stuffy hug from Inko. He figured he should begin building a streak of tolerating physical affection from Inko if he wanted to make a good impression…not that it mattered or anything.

 

The two hit up a convenience store and bought popsicles. Katsuki always grabbed the cherry flavor, and Izuku always copied. The occurrences at Izuku’s apartment, as well as the back and forth banter on the way out had loosened the atmosphere around them a bit. Katsuki finally gained the confidence back to tease Izuku, and Izuku had gained the confidence to throw sarcastic comments back at him.

 

Their digitized personas were finally in sync with their realities. 

 

Katsuki led Izuku to a familiar scene; a forest that protected itself with wired fences and big “no trespassing” signs hanging onto them.

 

“Hold the bag.” 

 

Katsuki then proceeded to launch himself into the air using his explosions, and land on the other side.

 

“C’mon Izuk-”

 

Katsuki then turned back, realizing Izuku had no quirk to use.

 

“Ah,” Katsuki scratched his head. “I can-”

 

Izuku begins to climb the fence, using his upper body strength to pull himself up and over, and landing skillfully onto the ground all while holding the bag between the grip of his teeth.

 

Katsuki raises a brow, then focuses on the callouses and scars on his hand.

 

“Izuku.” 

 

Yanking the plastic bag away from his mouth, Izuku nods up towards Katsuki.

 

“Yeah?”

 

Katsuki’s eyes trail up his arms, onto the neatly bandaged job on his forearms up to his biceps; underneath, peeking shades of dark purples and reds.

 

“How did you get into UA?”

 

..

 

“You..you told me you were going to Shiketsu, and..you’re quirkless, but you told me you have a power–a power like All Might.”

 

Izuku’s face fell, then tugged his lips inwards, concealing them closely.

 

“I–I don’t know if I’m allowed to say.”

 

Katsuki spat quickly, almost nervous, “You don’t gotta say or anything I.. that’s not what I said it for.”

 

Izuku shuffled the plastic bag within his fingers.

 

“...I’m just worried. Ever since that damn festival, you’ve had all those weird marks on ‘ya.”

 

Katsuki snagged the fabric walls of his pockets closer into his clutch, looking away from Izuku.

 

“Kacchan,” 

 

Katsuki looked back up towards Izuku.

 

“I did get a quirk. I got it from someone else.”

 

A long, heavy silence floated within their conversation.

 

“That’s–that’s all I’m able to tell you. I promise I didn’t keep it on purpose, I just didn’t know if-”

 

“You got a quirk?” Katsuki’s eyes twinkled, getting lost within the profound secret Izuku had spilled to him.

 

“Yeah, but I still don’t know how to control it. I still got a lot of work to-” Izuku’s heart squeezed at the sight of Katsuki’s lit up expression.

 

“We both got into UA, and we both have quirks now. We can go to high school together, and become a hero duo, and then start an agency together and kick villain ass, and also-”

 

Katsuki’s rambling yielded the moment he gained a grip on reality once again. He put a fist up to his face, trying to hide the sudden gush of blood in his cheeks.

 

…

 

“Don’t forget choosing our own hero names, costumes, and internships .” Izuku added tenderly. Katsuki shot his head back up towards Izuku, and practically melted at the adoration present in Izuku’s face.

 

“Mhm.” Katsuki followed as he reached out towards Izuku, letting him envelope his fingers within his own.

 

Izuku took Katsuki’s hand, and they hurried deeper into the forest.

 

As they neared the small river, Katsuki slipped his shoes off–struggling because he refused to let go of Izuku’s hand–and led Izuku into the water with him.

 

Izuku slipped out the two popsicles and let them crinkle loudly against his fingers. 

 

“Kacchan! They’re getting kinda squishy and melted.” 

 

“Then let eat ‘em now.” 

 

Katsuki took the popsicle with his free hand, and pulled the plastic wrapped open with his intertwined hand–twiddling the back of his fingers to toggle it open. He then scooped the popsicle into his mouth, and crumpled the trash into his pocket.

 

Izuku imitated, and the two now stood within the ankle-deep body of water, nibbling on their refreshments while the ambient noise of the water streaming down the river played.

 

The stronghold Katsuki had on Izuku was seriously showing their side effects now. Katsuki couldn’t keep his eyes off of him, not for a singular moment. Izuku became restless; the racing thumping in his heart became his resting heartbeat at this point, there wasn’t a singular moment of tranquility with Katsuki. If tranquility was whatever Izuku had before this with Katsuki, he never wanted it back. 

 

The optimism sprinkled throughout his thoughts like a wildfire; he hoped to always stay with Katsuki like this.

 

“I love you.” Izuku mumbled, clearly out of it.

 

“Huh?” Katsuki blinked.

 

“Sorry! That was too sudden right?! Even though we always say it in the notes, it’s way too soon to say it in real life, I got it, I got it! I was just trying to say that I really, really like you. That came off weird, I didn’t even know what i was saying until I said it-”

 

“Izuku,”

 

Izuku froze.

 

“I.. I like you, so much.” Katsuki huffed as he shot his head down to the ground, clutching his shirt as he shook his head,  “crap, not that.”

 

Katsuki squeezed Izuku’s hand again, and pulled him in closer.

 

“What I’m trying to say, is that I love you,” Katsuki pauses, then begins to mumble, “I like ‘ya too, so don’t be all–all baby-ish and stuff. ‘Cause it makes me weird too, and then I end up being all cringey by myself. And it’s goddamn embarrassing.”

 

Izuku rubs his thumb along the back of Katsuki’s hand.

 

He looks into the depths of Katsuki’s ruby toned eyes–sinking deeper into his longing stare–then leans into him, melting his lips onto Katsuki’s.

 

Katsuki doesn’t let go after just one kiss, he leans right back in, lathering Izuku’s lips with multiple pecks of the affection surging through his veins.

 

The popsicle juice trickles down Katsuki’s hand, too busy to even bring his attention to it as he nuzzles his face deeper–closer–into Izuku’s.

 

Their intertwined hands break as they trail up the other's spine, connecting their sternums as they hold their bodies gently.

 

Katsuki then plants one more kiss on Izuku’s cheek before diving into the crook of his neck, letting the tip of his nose to the outskirts of his lips graze the up and downs of his neck.

 

Izuku leans into Katsuki’s touch, letting his heart beat in sync with Katsuki’s on his chest. Suddenly, the residue of the liquid sugar trickling down his wrist shoots his nervous system out the the haze Katsuki had put him under.

 

“Kacchan! My-” 

 

Before Izuku could finish, Katsuki slides his dirtied hand across the fabric on Izuku’s hand, tainting it with cherry red, and watches Izuku blink into a reaction.

 

“You-!” Izuku swings his arm over Katsuki’s neck, pulling him to a headlock as he glides his fingers onto a spot of Katsuki’s shirt, attempting to get revenge.

 

The mischief infects one another like the plague, taking it one step further than the other. Katsuki finally ends the giggly banter by falling backwards, pulling Izuku in with him, as they both splat into the water.

—

 

All Might (mightyb0y) : all might go right

All Might (lord_dynamight) : don’t tell me what to do

 

“Who the hell do you think you are, huh?” Katsuki nudges Izuku with his elbow, then shifts his head on the pillow to let his smile gleam towards Izuku.

 

“Yeah, well, there isn’t really a team leader anymore ‘cause we’re a hero duo.” Izuku teases as he keeps his eyes on his laptop, smiling mischievously as he twiddles his thumb along the mousepad.

 

“We aren’t a hero duo ‘til we graduate highschool! And keep your stupid eyes on me!” Katsuki shuts his laptop, then tosses Izuku’s laptop further down the bed as he topples over Izuku. He digs his hands under Izuku’s back–letting his hands morph onto the mattress–and pulls him closer to himself as he breathes in the sweet scent of his shampoo.

 

Izuku swings his hands up and over Katsuki’s scapula, letting his bandaged hands tug on the cloth of his shirt as he squeezes him closer.

 

“You probably disconnected us from the game, you know. Now the villains are gonna win.” Izuku tittered as he began running circles along Katsuki’s back.

 

“Please, they’re D grade 8 year olds who can barely type on a keyboard. I could probably solo a dozen of ‘em.”

 

“Yeah, you probably could.” Izuku giggled.

 

“Hell yeah I could. And when we enter UA, I’ll really be able to blast villains to hell and back.” 

 

Katsuki shifted off Izuku, but never let his embrace slip. He turns over back to his side of the bed, and lets the pillow swallow his cheek whole. 

 

The two simmer in the silence of Katsuki’s room, watching one another as the dim rays of light flourishing from the lamp upon the nightstand layer over their flesh softly. The tangle of their limbs, the small touches, the rhythm of their breath’s churning together as they linger around the proximity of each other’s lips; it’s magical, and unreal, and everything Katsuki could have ever wanted out of something so ridiculous– love . 

 

Selfish or not–he didn’t care. He didn’t want this to ever end. 

 

“Izuku.” Katsuki whispered as he caressed Izuku’s cheek.

 

“You can be the leader of the hero team next time we play.” 

 

“Better swear on it, I don’t believe you for a second.” Izuku giggled as he connected their foreheads.

 

“I super swear in it.” Katsuki’s face crinkles as his smile slips out.

 

“Promise?” Izuku raises his pinky.

 

“I already told ‘ya, didn’t I?” Katsuki whispers as the twinkle in his eyes ignites like a candlelight, taking Izuku's pinky.

Notes:

i cannot believe im finally DONE W THIS. brb lemme go cry WHAT.

firstly, i want to thank literally everyone who kept up with this. its CRAZY to me that people enjoyed my ff just as much as i loved writing it these past 2 months, so thank you ENDLESSLY for all the support!! also, someone made a podfic for this fic!!! AHHH!! <3!! thank you so much sillysuper, IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME!! HERES THE LINK !!

https://youtu.be/bZUF3LfGeUM?si=lSu0OcYpHIWMUKM6

secondly, if you wanna keep up with me OR see some of the doodles ive done for this fic, my tumblr is @/euphoristar !!

and LASTLY...!! i will get back to writing my bkdk vigilante AU fic!! YIPEE!!! FINALLY!!! so if u wanna keep up w that, feel free to :D the first few chapters are already posted :))

1/11/25 Edit: I HAD to change the wording on the last few lines, I WAS REREADING IT, AND I CRINED TOO HARD. like yes!! I love cringe as teens, that’s the whole point of the fic, BUT THIS WAS TOO MUCH LMAO

Chapter 13: epilogue

Summary:

I LIED. here’s one last little chapter involving class 1A investigating bkdk :)

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: summerboy by lady gaga:D

“And what do you want your username to be?” Izuku grinned  as he held Ochako’s phone.

 

Ochako put her finger to her chin, contemplating, “hm, how about..mochi girl! Or…Urafloat…that’s too basic, huh?” 

 

“I think they’re all lovely names, Uraraka!” Iida added as he walked up to the rest of the group surrounding Ochako’s desk.

 

“You could just make it your hero name.” Todoroki commented as he pulled up a chair, leaning his head amongst his fist as he titled to clearly see the screen.

 

“I know…but I feel like I should be more creative!” Ochako pouted as she pulled herself into her arms, resting her head on top of her desk.

 

“Todoroki’s is super cool, and Iida’s is so him! I wanna be cool too!”

 

“Don’t think about it too hard, it’s just a username!” Izuku giggled as he handed back Ochako’s phone, a tangerine colored string bracelet revealing itself through the cuff of his sleeve.

 

“Here, you can scroll through my friend’s list if you need inspiration. Or I could even pull out a generator, or even–”

 

“Midoriya, All Might wants to talk to you for a sec!” Mina exclaimed from the doorframe, pulling on the handle as she leaned back to look at Izuku.

 

“I’ll be right there!” Izuku squeaked as he hurried out, leaving his phone in the custody of his friends.

 

Just as Izuku left, Ochako picked up Izuku’s phone once again, and began scrolling through Izuku’s Roblox account with the rest of the group huddled around her.

 

“Oh, there you guys are!” Ochako called out as she pointed at their avatars framed on Izuku’s home screen.

 

“Turbo_ingenium, and sshhoottoo!”

 

“That’s what you consider creative, ribbit?” Asui crept up behind Ochako.

 

“They’re great names!” Ochako exclaimed.

 

“If you say so.” Todoroki shrugged as his finger reached to swipe into Izuku’s friends list. At the same time, Ochako twiddled her thumb for the games menu.

 

“Sorry!”

 

“No, that was my fault, sorry.” Todoroki and Ochako spouted at the same time. Once they panned back over to the screen, a chat log appeared.

 

“Lord_dynamight…?” Ochako mumbled.

 

The group bathed in the newfound silence as they stared at the chat. Their eyes rolled from side to side, glancing at one another, asking nonverbally if they all saw the same words plastered on the screen.

 

 < after training i can play again

im not coming with? T_T >

< don’t even ##### try

< you have a FEVER

NO I DONT >

im fine now i promise >

< dont even start izuku

< it’s freezing outside, do you wanna get even more sick?

< we have that course with all might next week, and im sure you wouldnt want to miss that

< or am i wrong?

…. >

ur right.. >

but i love sparring with you >

you have amazing reflexes and incredible precision and amazing strategy as well as mastery of your quirk >

how could i ever miss the opportunity ?!?!?!! >

< izuku

<we spar like 

< almost every day

< i swear ur doing this on purpose

< because i am so close to just going to ur dorm and skipping this ####

< u just want my downfall dont you…. >:[

NOOOOOO >

I think ur amazing >

I already told you

I just like you :] >

so i GUESS >

go spar with someone else… >

or whatever… >

:,(((( >

but be back soon >

actually just come to my dorm >

:D <3 >

< ur SO dramatic

< ...but u don’t gotta say that twice

< ill be back soon

< ill cya in an hour

< iloveyou bytheway

< <333333

< <3333333333<33

I AM NOT >

<3 >

“Midoriya’s dating-”

 

“ Okay! How do we get outta here? Maybe we should play a game or go look at a username generator? Haha..” Ochako’s cheeks heated up as she flapped her arms around, attempting to erase the invasive memory.

 

“Get out of where?” Izuku called.

 

The group collectively shuddered up from their chairs, almost flying from the sudden voice.

 

“Nothing!” Ochako stiffened. Her eyes shot open as she looked at Izuku with a strained smile—fighting the urge to wipe away her sweaty palms. Todoroki remained seated, keeping his head low as he looked anywhere but in Izuku’s direction. Asui lingered around Ochako, looking more curious than anything.

 

Iida; however, looked as if the words on his tongue were about to burst. He concentrated on Izuku like a laser, urging to remove the heavy guilt weighing on his chest.

 

“I’m sorry, Midoriya!” Iida spouted as he titled his torso into a bow.

 

Todoroki slowly panned his head towards Ochako as their hearts raced in anticipation.

 

“For…what?” Izuku titled his head as he scratched his neck, slightly chuckling at the confusion.

 

“For reading-!”

 

“ Izuku, let’s go.” Katsuki walked past Izuku, scorning as he tugged on the hem of his blazer, dragging him away.

 

“Wait! Deku!” Ochako hurried over to the pair and handed Izuku his phone back.

 

“Oh, thanks Uraraka! I almost forgot!” Izuku's face lit up as he clutched his phone.

 

“I’ll see you guys later? Maybe Roblox tonight? Bye!” Izuku managed to flash a final wave before Katsuki dragged him out of the classroom.

 

…

 

Ochako pivoted on the balls of her feet after the collective silence, then met eyes with the others once again.

 

“Iida, you almost exposed us!” Ochako giggled as she hurried back to her desk, “I thought we were done for! I thought Deku was gonna hate me forever!” She huffed as she put a hand to her pulsing chest.

 

“I’m so sorry! I couldn’t bear to invade Midoriya’s privacy like that and not tell him, especially because it’s something he hasn’t told us yet.”

 

“True..” Asui added, nudging the tip of her finger along her chin.

 

“So…Bakugo and Midoriya are dating?” Todoroki added.

 

“It’s none of our business!” Iida and Ochako exclaimed.

 

“Guys, how do we even know it could be Bakugo? Ribbit.”

 

“Sue has a point..!” Ochako mumbled, then shot her head at Todoroki once it clicked.

 

“Todoroki, where did you get Bakugo from?”

 

Todoroki shrugged, “the username was lord something. I just assumed, I guess.”

 

“Alright…that makes sense.” Ochako nodded as she put a hand to her chin.

 

“Iida, do you think you can keep the whole phone thing a secret for now?” She turned to Iida.

 

“I..I’ll try.” Iida deflated, still bathing in his shame.

 

“Great! I think we should just wait for Deku to tell us who he’s dating.” 

 

“Deku’s dating who ?” Mina and Kaminari sang as they lured closer to the gossip.

 

“Nothing!” Ochako yelped.

 

—

Once Izuku and Katsuki reached the long brick path that led to the isolated training room, their hands intertwined.

 

Katsuki squeezed Izuku’s hand tight as Izuku swung them up and down, giggling as he continued rambling.

 

“-And then All Might said I should think of using One for All like how you control your explosions. It’s ‘cause you’re really precise in your motions; you know exactly how much power to use without thinking about it.”

 

“It’s not perfect yet. Don’t jump the gun and act like I got it mastered. You’ll really see perfection once I master my new move.”

 

“But you’re amazing Kacchan. You always have been!” Izuku raised their intertwined hands to the air, shaking them as his voice elevated.

 

“Shut up! Someone’s gonna hear you!” Katsuki took his free hand and shoved it over Izuku’s mouth, fighting back a smile as his cheeks warmed—as his eyes softened.

 

Izuku’s giggling came to a pause as a sly smirk painted itself across his face.

 

“You’re wearing the bracelet!” 

 

Katsuki’s palm immodestly evaded Izuku’s lips. They shot back at the sudden call out, his heart fluttering at the embarrassment bubbling in his stomach.

 

While visiting Eri alongside Mirio a month or two ago, Aizawa had bought her something worth boasting about.

 

She received a bracelet making kit; and with no hesitation, she invited Izuku and Mirio to make their own. Izuku—who took the whole thing way too seriously—made the bracelets with a special intention.

 

He made a pair that matched him and Katsuki. Originally, Izuku had planned on never actually giving it to Katsuki. Despite dating for however long; his breath still hitched, his legs still went weak, and his heart still ached at practically all everything Katsuki did.

 

The only reason Katsuki has it now, is because he lurked around long enough in Izuku’s room to eventually find out about it.

 

Katsuki turned away from Izuku—his ears turning red—as he mumbled his response.

 

“..’Cause I like it. ‘Cause, I like you .”

 

He then turned towards Izuku, attempting to look confident.

 

“You got a problem with that?”

 

“Not at all!” Izuku squeaked as the blood in his body gushed to his cheeks, practically turning him into a red highlighter.

 

The two continued walking as they recovered from their flustered states. 

 

…

 

“What was tha-! Woah!” Kaminari’s ankle tangled with the root of a nearby tree, flopping onto the bushes as he takes Mina and Iida down with him.

 

“It’s in my hair! Get off!” Mina pouts as she shoo’s away the flimsy branches.

 

“Apologies! I’m unable to move until Kaminari jumps off!”

 

“My ankle is still stuck you guys!” Kaminari pouts as he tugs at his leg.

 

Ochako uses her quirk to lift the three back up like sandbags.

 

“Guys, we gotta be more quiet! What if they hear?” Ochako’s glance flashes from the training facility to the chaos in front of her.

 

“We’re fine ! Trust me, there’s no way they’re gonna hear. Right, Jirou?” Kaminari nudges his elbow at Jirou once he’s back on his feet.

 

She doesn’t bother turning her head to face him, and instead gives him a side eye, “yeah, they’re not gonna hear from here.”

 

“More importantly…” Asui begins as she leans on the bark of a tree.

 

“Bakugo and Midoriya are dating.” Todoroki says from below as he sits on the grass.

 

“I think that was the craziest sight I’ve ever seen! Did you see Bakugo!” Mina exclaims.

 

“Dude, I know right! He was all like-“

 

Kaminari tosses his hands over his stomach, grasping his sides as he turns around. He then begins to move his chest side to side, imitating a make out session.

 

“Oh Izuku, baby! I like you so bad! Mwah~” 

 

Laughter erupts amongst the group as they watch Kaminari.

 

“He’s such a romantic! Who would’ve known?” Mina giggles as her eyes shine.

 

As the small crowd is drowned within the laughter, Asui tugs Ochako to her side, whispering something in her ear.

 

“You okay, ‘Chako? I thought you liked Midoriya.”

 

Ochako huffed as she scratched her neck, smiling as she lowered her voice.

 

“Yeah…I don’t know if I really liked him after all. Y’know how it is. Plus, now that I think of it..”

 

Ochako began giggling once again.

 

“It was pretty obvious now how obsessed Deku is with Bakugo!”

 

Asui wrapped an arm around her shoulder, leaning her head into hers.

 

“Boys, am I right? Ribbit.” Asui then closed her eyes as her smile broke out.

 

—

 

“You know, you can tell us anything Bakugo.” Kirishima began as he rubbed the dirty plates with the inflated sponge.

 

“I have nothing to tell.” Katsuki gruffed as he wiped away the droplets of water on a glass cup.

 

“I'm your best friend , I won’t judge, I promise!” 

 

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” Katsuki deadpanned.

 

“ Dude, I know it might be-“

 

“Kacchan?” Izuku peeped through the kitchen door frame.

 

Katsuki’s eyes lit up as he turned to face the familiar voice, completely flipping from his previous attitude.

 

“What?”

 

Kirishima blinked at how poorly Katsuki was hiding it.

 

“Can I borrow-“ 

 

“Yeah, I don’t care. Use whatever you need.” Katsuki interrupted Izuku with a glimmer in his eyes. 

 

He then put down the glassware as hurried over to Izuku, shaking the droplets of water off his hands on his way.

 

The small request eventually simmered into a full blown conversation, and ended with Katsuki hurrying away with Izuku.

 

Kirishima’s eyebrows twitched as he mumbled curses directed towards Katsuki. Kaminari stumbled into the kitchen, never missing the opportunity to snicker at every occurrence granted upon him.

 

“You're washing the plates all by yourself next time, you got that Bakugo!” Kirishima called.

Notes:

THX FOR READING :3 do not fear, I plan on updating this regularly! I’ll try AT LEAST once every week, hopefully multiple times a week tho. Comments do keep me motivated though!

I love this concept so much, I think it’s the cutest and silliest thing ever.