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“Fuck, it’s cold.” Katsuki shuddered as he and his coworker marched towards the back of the large building. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his fleece hoodie.
Deku’s breath stuttered as he shivered in agreement. Wincing his eyes shut as if that would somehow shield him from the frigidity of the night.
“Let’s just g-get this over with.” He mumbled, creating visible clouds of mist in the frosty air.
It was around 7:30 pm, October 31st. The city streets bustled and buzzed with an air of excitement. Little kids ran amok, squealing and screaming as they knocked on doors—still filled with the child-like wonder of the holiday. Teenagers put on their half-assed costumes, and headed off to parties where there’d be alcohol, obnoxiously loud music and opportunities to have all their ‘firsts’ in one night.
College students didn’t fall far behind either—partying and consuming all types of substances until they couldn’t stand up straight. They’d been anticipating Halloween for the same reasons as these teenagers.
And luck would have it, they didn’t have to worry about curfews, parents, or rules.They were adults, dammnit! If they wanted to buy booze, or stay out until the early hours, there was no one to stop them. They should be drinking and having fun, especially on Halloween—y’know, make some crazy memories that they’d share at the family dinner table years later.
But much to Katsuki’s dismay, the pair found themselves sitting inside of a dingy, cramped security office. Still trembling from the chilled air that seemed to follow them indoors.
The two roommates had decided to pick up a quick, one-time gig, together. Or more like, Deku begged him to join him, until he eventually gave in—hoping to make a quick buck while he was at it. $300 dollars for a 4 hour job wasn’t bad, afterall. Not in the slightest.
Their job was relatively simple. The building was specifically reserved for a yearly haunted house event, funded by the city for some charity event. This wasn’t just your regular, run-of-the-mill haunted house in someone’s backyard. This was a full production that needed staff to keep it running smoothly. And all they needed to do was control the lights in the hallways remotely, making sure to turn them off periodically. Allowing the paid actors to sneak up on the visitors in the dark. Give ‘em a good scare.
The office itself was far too small for just one person, let alone two. Two busted-up office chairs sat side-by-side, already taking up nearly 1 third of the room. A singular light-bulb, dim and worn out from years of presumed use, flickered above them. Making it hard to identify between the variety of buttons and switches on the control panel in front of them.
“Y’do this shit every year? Don’t you have friends? Parties—Anything?" Katsuki scoffed, as if he had anything better to do with his time himself. He didn’t even go to parties. Thought they were a waste of time. He just needed a reason to make fun of him, and the opportunity presented itself.
Izuku flushed, mouth parting and closing quickly.
“Wh-what? S-shut up! I go to parties all the time.” He quickly came to his own defense, waving his hands around like that would clear up the misunderstanding. Katsuki shifted in his chair, turning towards him, now much closer than before. Earning an audible gulp from Deku.
“Like hell you do.” He chuckled.
The other man glared back half-indignantly, still tinged a shade of pink. Katuki watched in amusement. He always turned bright red after any kind of confrontation, or physical activity. The hues would overpower the pigment of his freckles, hiding them away until he cooled off. His left eyebrow would twitch every time he lied, too.
Just some things that he’d noticed…Not in a weird way, though. They were roommates. Katsuki was bound to notice these things after living with him for 2 years straight, right?
Deku looked away first, clearing his throat. Katsuki tensed in anticipation of his smart-ass response that was surely coming.
“I do. You just never get invited to any of them ‘cuz you’re such a buzzkill. That’s why you’ve never seen me at one before.”
Katsuki scoffed despite the truth in his words.
“Yeah that’s right, I said it. Bite me.” Izuku followed up.
“Whatever. At least I’m not stuck in this shithole every year. I’d lose my mind.” The blonde reclined in his seat, stretching his well-defined arms behind his head. Not even 3 minutes in this place, and his back had already started aching. Izuku raised a brow, the ends of his lips curling up into a mischievous grin. Charming dimples on full display.
“Well clearly you’re not above this ‘shithole’, or else you wouldn’t be here with me, Kacchan.”
Just the sound of him calling Katsuki by his name so fondly—as he usually did—made his chest feel weird and fuzzy. He shrugged it off, tearing his gaze away from Izuku’s lips.
“....Guess so.”
There was a small moment of silence that fell between them. Not the awkward kind, but something lighter. The same lightness that Katsuki always seemed to feel whenever they bantered. Izuku began analyzing the arrangement of screens in front of them, emerald pupils shifting slightly for each new screen. The blue light reflecting on his glasses.
“So what’re you supposed to be dressed up as, nerd?”
“H-huh? Me?” Izuku perked up immediately, pointing at himself gingerly. Katsuki rolled his eyes hard, tilting his head to the side.
“No. The person behind you.” His words flat and unconvincing.
“I’m not falling for that.” Izuku crossed his arms above his chest.
“I’m serious. Look behind you.”
And so he did. Like the idiot he was.
“Ow! What was that for? You pinched me!” Izuku pouted, rubbing his arm where he’d been afflicted.
“Serves you right for being so gullible.” A mischievous smirk spread on his face, before continuing;
“But what are you? A cat? Isn’t that a ‘girl’ costume?” Katsuki noted the set of black fluffy ears that were clipped into his unruly green curls.
“It was a last-minute idea. Don’t make fun of me.” He glared indignantly, lips slightly pouted once-again. Freckled cheeks tinged with rose, and a light-hearted expression hidden beneath his glare.
“Fine. I’ll make fun of you tomorrow morning once we’re done with this shit.” Katsuki stifled a chuckle, covering his mouth with his fist. There was something so satisfying about seeing Deku all worked up. It made him want to keep poking around, see how much of a reaction he could get out of him.
“Speaking of that, I think there’s a group of people headed towards hallway C. I need to run to the restroom real quick. Can you take care of the lighting until then?” Izuku transitioned topics, already getting out of his seat. He then turned his back towards him, rummaging through his bag for something. Katsuki swallowed hard as he tried to ignore the fact Izuku’s ass was practically 4 inches away from his face. So close that if he just backed up a few centimeters, his cheeks would be grazing his nose through the fabric of his pa-
“Kacchan?” Izuku looked down over his shoulder expectantly. Katsuki jolted, whipping his face away from the assets in front of him. He felt like he’d just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“Huh?”
“I was asking if you knew how to control the lights.” He turned back to his bag, still in-search of something. He found himself curious as to what he was looking for, but decided not to comment on it.
“Oh. Uh—no.” Katsuki supplied, scratching the nape of his neck. Izuku’s shoulders deflated in disappointment at his response. The man kept digging before swiveling around towards Katsuki, with a white remote in-hand.
“I just explained how to do it. Didn’t you hear?” He placed one hand on his hip, shifting his weight to that leg.
“Nah.”
“This is the last time I’m explaining it, Kacchan. Here, take this remote. Press this button every time someone enters hallway C, B or F. Okay?” Izuku handed him the device, it was a relatively small remote, with only a few buttons.
“Alright. Don’t fall in the toilet.” He jested, as he watched him shimmy out of the doorway. Admittedly still looking at…well. With a soft click, the door shut behind him, and he was left all alone. He examined the device in his palm absentmindedly, turning it over and reading the fine print inscribed into the material, although it was too small to read. A faint beeping noise came from the computer monitor, reminding him that people were approaching one of the designated hallways. He broke out of his daze, and traced his thumb over the white square button.
“I guess I just point the remote towards the screen and click the button. Like a TV?” He mumbled to himself, unsure of how it worked. Katsuki gingerly lifted the remote towards the screen, and pressed down. Nothing. He pressed again. Still nothing. The light remained on—didn’t even flicker one bit.
“Stupid piece of junk. I bet it ran out of battery.” He let out an irritated sigh, staring at the object with distaste. Even after pressing the other buttons, nothing happened. In a last ditch effort to get the thing to work, he slammed every single button, over and over again. Without any care for breaking the device, or his thumb for that matter. Finally, in a fit of rage, he threw the remote across the room, sending it crashing against the wall. The plastic shattered into pieces, clattering onto the floor. A small dent in the worryingly thin walls was left behind.
It was only after he’d come down from his anger, that he realized what he’d done. Chest still rising and falling fast.
“Oh shit.”
Izuku was gonna be pissed at him. He broke his remote. That thing looked expensive too. What would he say when he came back? Should he just lie and say he lost it? No… he’d still be upset.
He felt genuine guilt, a heavy feeling starting to sink into his gut. His least favourite feeling. As much as he loved poking fun at him, this just felt mean-spirited. Even for someone like Katsuki. And how the hell were they supposed to do their job properly without the remote? They were totally screwed now.
He was in the middle of constructing some intricate lie, before his train of thought was interrupted by the click of a door behind him. He spun around in his chair, looking up at Izuku who was… trembling? His knees buckled and his face dripped with sweat.
“Deku, listen. Your remote-”
“K-Kacchan” He muttered, or more accurately, sighed. Voice breathy and barely there.
“The fuck happened to you? You were gone for like 10 minutes. You look like a mess.” He furrowed his brows in confusion, studying the strange expression on his freckled face. His green curls stuck to his forehead, glued together by the sweat that had accumulated.
“I-I’m fine. It’s nothing.” He sighed once again, leaning against the wall, before continuing;
“Just a little bit sick.”
“If you’re sick, just go home, nerd. Don’t be stupid.”
“No. I’m okay. I feel a bit.. Uhm. B-better now.” He grinned coyly, and it looked genuine. For whatever reason. Katsuki raised a brow, eyeing him with suspicion.
“You sure?”
Izuku nodded emphatically, looking at him with his usual admiration. How can someone look so content when they’re in such a state? His face was beet-red, and glistened with sweat. Something begging to be addressed in the way he looked at Katsuki. Something urgent—something he needed. Deku was being weird, and he needed to quench his curiosity.
Katsuki stood up, pressing his palm onto Izuku’s forehead firmly.
“Stay still.”
Izuku jolted underneath his touch, before leaning into it slightly. His brows bent downwards as if he were in distress, although the curl of his lip indicated otherwise. Katsuki shrugged it off, focusing all his energy into the warmth emanating from his forehead. His freckled skin was hot to the touch, there was no mistaking it.
“So hot….” He concluded, removing his hand. Izuku frowned at the loss of touch.
“Yeah?” He gazed up at Katsuki—his usually wide and alert eyes, now half-lidded and glossed over. The light from the monitor shimmered in the emerald depths of his irises. He stared intently, as if he were trying to send him a message that he couldn’t quite decipher.
“Yeah.” He stated matter-of-factly. Izuku smiled wider, now grinning from ear-to-ear. Katsuki’s heart skipped a beat.
“I mean—like your temperature. Stop making this weird.” He spat, backing away from him and plopping back down onto his chair. His chest felt tight, his stomach tingling with excitement, or nerves. He couldn’t tell. But he needed to get away from him before it got worse. Before it took over him. He swallowed hard, returning his gaze to the computer screen, his back turned to him.
“So…” Deku started lazily, voice slick with something he couldn’t quite name.
“What’s the diagnosis?”
A pair of hands leaned onto the back of his chair, causing him to lean backwards slightly. The chair squeaked as Katsuki felt his presence looming behind him. Now that they were so close, he could smell the faint aroma of his cologne. Musky with notes of vanilla, but still masculine. He took a deep breath before craning his neck towards him.
“You have a fever.” Crimson eyes sticking on emerald. Pressing in, trying to gauge what Deku was putting down in the way he looked at him.
“Hmmmm..” Deku leaned further in, until only mere inches separated their faces. The heat radiating from his flushed face. The air was so thick you could slice it with a knife. Katsuki buzzed with anticipation for something—anything to come of the proximity.
“Think you could relieve me of my symptoms?” Deku cooed, lips curling up into a shit-eating grin. When did he get so bold? Just moments ago he was a shy, stuttering mess. It’s like a flip had been switched in his brain.
“Get away from me, nerd. You’re gonna get me sick.” Katsuki cleared his throat, rolling away in his chair until he bumped into his desk. With nowhere left to run, Deku closed in on him, hands pressing into the desk in front of him. Now that he was leaning down to his level, face-to-face, he moved towards his ear. Unruly green curls brushing against Katsuki’s cheek. The natural soft scent of his skin, pulling him closer—tempting him.
“C’mon, Kacchan. Don’t be like that.” His warm breath trickled against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. Voice barely above a whisper. Fuck. This couldn’t be happening. Katsuki pressed his legs together to hide the growing erection tenting in his jeans.
“Are you drunk?” Katsuki tilted his face slightly until the tip of his nose gently nudged Deku’s freckled cheek. The man giggled in response.
“No…” He trailed off, moving down towards his neck, lips barely grazing Katsuki’s skin.
“...Can I tell you something?” Deku suggested, although it was more of a warning before he inevitably said whatever he was about to say. The man took his silence as a sign to continue.
“That remote… It wasn’t for the lights.”
Bakugo’s breath faltered for a second, body tense with anticipation.
“It was… for something else.” He pulled away from his neck, gaze landing intently on Katsuki’s lips. His freckled face even redder than before.
“...What?” Katsuki mumbled—completely stunned.
“Do you… wanna see what it was for?” Deku did a once-over, looking him up and down. Taking time to notice the boner he’d been trying to hide out of embarrassment. Warmth flushed Katsuki’s face, his ears practically sizzling. He wanted to run away forever—never to be seen again. But a part of him needed to see what happened next, if his raging erection was anything to go by. He nodded, and Deku offered up a coy smile.
He then began unbuckling his belt, letting it drop to the floor with a clatter. His calloused hands hovered over the zipper of his jeans, as he looked down onto Katsuki.
“You sure you're okay with this, Kacchan?”
His tongue was tied. A part of him wanted to protest, and defend his heterosexuality. But another part of him knew what he felt. How he’d always felt for Deku. He’d tried hiding it these past couple of years, but there was no more denying it. Not after this predicament and the overwhelming sexual tension tonight.
He weighed his options—between keeping his dignity, or satisfying his need—no. Desperation for Deku, that he’d been suppressing. And decided that he wanted this. Wanted him. It really didn’t take much convincing either. To hell with his pride. He wouldn’t miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
He gripped Deku’s hips assertively, tugging him closer towards him.
“C’mere” Katsuki unzipped his jeans for him with his teeth, hastily like a lion that had been starved for years. The other man was startled at first, but quickly let him take over. Deku shimmied out of his pants, and his boxers followed shortly after. The only things remaining on his body were his hoodie and his socks. He took in the sight of Deku’s glorious lower body. Thighs plump yet sculpted from his consistent workouts. The dim lighting carved out the dips and curves of his hips and legs so beautifully, that he looked like a Greek god. Who knew he’d been hiding such a physique under those clothes? Katsuki had taken the guilty pleasure of stealing a few glances at his thighs whenever he wore shorts around the dorm. But this was a whole new level.
And then, his gaze landed on Deku’s cock.
It was average in length, but thick and girthy. He too, was erected, and seemingly sticky to the touch. Looks like he’d already relieved himself before coming here. Did he do it while thinking of Katsuki? Did he moan his name quietly in the washroom, with that desperate little look on his face as he stroked it? The thought alone sent a tingling surge towards his own cock, which was now twitching and strained against his jeans. Begging to be released into Deku.
“Did you jerk off in the washroom?” He began planting a trail of kisses down his lower abdomen. His curly happy trail served as a guiding path towards paradise.The other man covered his face with the back of his hand, holding back moans with each kiss. Each peck was deliberate, and intimate. He needed to take his time with this.
Katsuki reached up towards his hand, removing it from his face, forcing him to look Katsuki in the eye as his mouth approached the base of his shaft.
“Answer me.” He prodded, gently nibbling into the delicate skin around his member. Earning a whimper from a trembling Deku.
“Y-yes! I did! ’M sorry Kacchan..” He whined, nodding emphatically before continuing. Barely managing to string together his words.
“C-couldn’t…wait..”
Katsuki chuckled, feeling all-too pleased with himself. To know that he could elicit such lewd desires from someone he’d fantasized about. Someone he'd think about while masturbating. It was like a dream come true.
“Where is it?” Katsuki inquired, pulling away from his pelvis. Deku tried to catch his breath, eyes blinking hazily. His face immediately tinged a deeper shade of crimson. If that was even possible. He turned around, facing his ass towards Katsuki and bending over. One hand spreading his cheeks apart to reveal a neon orange butt plug poking out from his hole. Still panting heavily.
He looked back at him expectantly, waiting to be touched.
“The remote was controlling…” Katsuki started, grabbing both of his plump cheeks. Giving them a good squeeze. Something he’d been meaning to do since forever.
“This? Some kinda…butt plug?” He finished, not even believing the words coming out of his mouth.
Deku nodded gingerly, with a needy look painted on his face. He leaned into his touch, arching his back into a beautiful curve instinctually. Like his body responded on its own.
“You’re such a fuckin’ pervert.” He scoffed, before slowly pulling the plug out. Izuku jolted, letting out a high whimper as the object was removed. His pink rim was left expanded—now a gaping hole. Ready to take in whatever Katsuki was willing to give. And God, was he ready to give him everything.
Katsuki guided him by the waist, turning him around to face him.
“You want this dick?” Katsuki questioned Deku, who was now barely able to stand straight. He looked so pathetic, with his knees trembling and buckled. Cock flailing around helplessly and dribbling milky pre-cum all over himself.
Deku nodded enthusiastically, looking to him for approval. A cocky grin tugged at the other man’s lips in response.
Katsuki unzipped his own jeans, and then slipped his dick out of his briefs. His member practically sprang out, red and angry. Hungry to be inside of something. He patted his lap, signaling for him to sit down. So he did, plopping right down onto his sturdy thighs. The chair squeaked from the extra weight.
“You ready?” He looked up at Deku, who was now mounting him. Thighs spread out and leaking warm, salty liquid all over Katsuki’s jeans. He didn’t mind though. If anything it just turned him on even more. The messiness—the spontaneity of it. It was raw and real. He could clean it all up later.
Deku hummed in agreement, wrapping his arms around Katsuki’s neck. He lifted off of his lap a bit, to allow for him to align himself with his asshole. His smooth, peach-coloured tip finally poked at his entrance, and he was about to slide it in when-
“W-wait. I’m…” He interjected, leaning back to look him in the eye. Face glistening with sweat.
“...I’m a virgin.”
Katsuki admired how handsome Deku looked from this angle, in this lighting, with that facial expression. So flustered and horny for him. He looked perfect. Like an angel sent to answer his every prayer and wish. This was his. All his. And he’d make sure of that.
“Me too. Just relax, we’ll figure it out as we go.” Katsuki cupped his face with one hand, handling him with utmost care. Like delicate porcelain. Deku grabbed his wrist, kissing the inside of his palm. A soft smile curled the ends of his lips up as he spoke;
“Okay.”
Knowing that he trusted him made Katsuki’s chest feel warm and tingly. But this time, he accepted the feeling for what it was. He couldn’t let Deku down. He needed to make him feel good no matter what. Make him feel so good he’d never want to get fucked by anyone else. Mark his place as someone irreplaceable.
He re-aligned himself with his hole, giving him one last glance before entering. Sliding in slowly at first. Drawing out a soft moan from Deku. He practically swallowed him whole. Gripping onto his cock with greed. Katsuki shuddered at the sensation.
He groaned, thrusting deeper into him. The pre-cum from his cock helped him glide in and out smoother. Deku grinded into him rhythmically, syncing up with each thrust. He wrapped his arms back around Katsuki’s neck, clinging onto him like a lifeline.
“How bad do you want this, huh?” He picked up his pace, plunging into him deeper. Deku bounced on it eagerly, his tongue slipping out of his mouth. Face painted in pure ecstasy.
“S-so bad. ‘need it so bad. J-just wan’...” The wet fwopping noise each time his pelvis met his hips overtook his voice.
“Speak up. Can’t… ngh- hear you” Katsuki slammed harder, thrusting his hips with steady strength. He could barely contain his moans either. Fuck it felt so good to be inside of him at last. The build-up of tension. The banter, the flirty looks. This was the amalgamation of everything in action.
“Wa-wanna get fucked. By Kacchan. O-only… Kacchan.” His emerald orbs gazed down at him lovingly. Nothing but pure adoration and need behind those eyes. Hearing him say it out loud invoked something in him. Something possessive that wanted to wrap its tentacles around Deku, gripping onto him for eternity. Never letting go.
Before he could even respond, Deku crashed his lips into Katsuki’s. He startled at first—forgetting how to breathe. A spark ignited in his stomach, fizzing and crackling like firecrackers. Once the initial shock had worn off, he was overcome with overwhelming desire. He kissed back with the hunger of a starved man. Like his lips were the last meal left on earth. Katsuki bit into his soft lower lip, drawing out small whimpers from him.
He ran his calloused fingers across Deku’s lower back, gliding across the velvet skin. His lips tasted faintly of sour candy—presumably from before he came here. Blue raspberry to be specific. His favourite flavour. Katsuki savoured every single bit of it, as their tongues met and exchanged brushes. The feeling of his slutty waist beneath his grasp. The way he was gripping onto his dick so fucking tight, swallowing him whole. Everything about this was just…perfect. He wished it’d never end.
Finally, Deku pulled away—after what felt like a blissful eternity—to moan out into the open as Katsuki’s cock plunged further into him. How he loved the sound of his moans.
“Nghh~Fuuck.” He pulled him closer towards his chest, rolling his eyes back with pleasure. He’d intended on keeping his composure, but he was coming undone. Deku was too damn good. Especially for his first time. He couldn’t control the way his hips slammed into him.
From on top of him, the other man licked and bit at Katsuki’s neck. Biting down extra hard whenever he stroked particularly deep. Eating away at him with sloppy, wet nibbles that sent chills down his spine.
“Hahh…Kacchan. I lo-...”
“Love you.. S-so much”
The words lingered in the air, along with the constant slapping of skin with each thrust. He couldn’t believe it. His cheeks flushed with heat. Did he hear that right?
“I…. Al-always have” He finished, crashing his hips into him with even more enthusiasm. Katsuki’s blonde lashes fluttered repeatedly, as he fixed his gaze down at Deku's back. He couldn’t do this anymore. It’s like he was doing everything possible to make sure he came as soon as possible. He knew what he was doing—he couldn't just say things like that…
He lifted Deku up off his hips, leaving him hovering a few inches above him. He dug his nails into his waist, now diving into him faster than ever before. His strokes grew erratic and desperate. His entire body twitching with an overflowing urge to shoot his load into him. Deku’s breath hitched and a string of hot saliva was left behind as he pulled away from his neck.
“I fucking…love you too.” Katsuki grunted out, furrowing his brows in concentration. He was only focused on the pretty, absolutely delirious face in front of him. The other man was ruined—barely there. His eyes rolled back, mouth hung wide open with drool running down the sides. It didn’t even look like he could hear anything Katsuki was saying. He was in pure ecstasy. And that alone was enough for him. The final push he needed to finish.
“Gonna…cum. S-shit…” The blonde jerked, muscles twitching violently. He couldn’t even complete a proper thrust anymore, each one coming out as spasms more than anything. Deku bounced even harder, in an attempt to reach the finish line as well. He held onto the back of Katsuki’s damp hair, clawing into it.
“Me… M-me too. Let’s do it.” He started, moaning into his ear. The warm, moist breath prickling against his sensitive skin.
“L-let’s…cum t-together”
A white hot flash overcame Katsuki. A wave of the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt in his life. His mind drew blank—fully consumed by this fuzzy feeling. Everything felt so vivid and warm as he came hard into Deku’s asshole. Hips stuttering and shaking as he made sure every last drop was inside of him.
Deku followed soon after, and his moans came to a complete halt as his back arched and jerked one last time. One grand motion, marking his arrival. A load of hot, sticky liquid spilled out onto Katsuki’s abs. Splurting out in smaller bursts afterwards. He pulsed his hips slightly as the aftershocks worked through him.
Deku’s body went limp as he collapsed onto his shoulder. Katsuki was barely conscious himself, but he held him close, rubbing circles into his back in a soothing gesture. Their chests rose and fell in unison, and he could faintly hear Deku’s heartbeat.
Deku nuzzled into his neck, ruffling his hair against his skin, which tickled a bit. They stayed like this for a while—silent and connected. The two of them were completely spent, and mutually exhausted. Still clinging to each other like they’d float away if they didn’t.
He felt… lighter. Like a weight had been lifted off his chest. Complete—like the final puzzle piece had just clicked. It just felt so right. To have Deku here, on top of him. Knowing he was satisfied, and content because of him.
Knowing that his feelings were reciprocated. It was so ethereal that it didn’t feel like reality. Maybe this was just some pleasant dream he was having after all. But even if it was, he wished he’d never wake up. He could only hope Deku felt just as elated as he did in that moment.
Deku planted a soft kiss onto his cheek—sweet and innocent.
“Thank you, Kacchan.”
“...For what?”
The man paused before continuing, combing through his blonde locks absent-mindedly;
“Everything.”
Katsuki thought for a second of what to respond with. Feeling a bit flustered by the sudden gratuity. He had nothing to be grateful for, honestly. Katsuki was an absolute jerk to him all the time. It’s a miracle he was able to put up with his cruel sense of humour for so long.
“Whatever…” He finally mumbled, words coming out muffled as he rested his cheek against the top of his head. Noting the soft scent of Deku’s shampoo that he’d secretly borrowed back at the dorm. The man in his lap chuckled, scooting in closer.
“Can I…” Katsuki started again, clearing his throat. Fuck this was embarrassing.
“I mean. Am I your boyfriend now?”
Deku lifted his head up to look at him, before responding. A soft, familiar smile curling at the ends of his lips. His dimples on full display.
“Of course, silly.”