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“Good game, bro!”
A warm hand claps Katsuki’s shoulder. By the voice alone, Katsuki already knows who it is.
“You were totally in the zone, man! It was hella sick!” Kirishima bellows, his grin evident in his tone.
“Yeah, yeah. You did good, too, Shitty Hair. You finally figured out how to concentrate,” Katsuki quips back, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips.
Kirishima groans, his hand leaving Katuski’s shoulder in favour of rubbing the back of his own neck. “Yeah, I just—I get so into it! I get so into the moment, man! Then I get distracted by how much fun I’m having. It’s not my fault I’m sentenced to a life of gratitude!”
All Katsuki can do is shake his head as he laughs. He’s actually pretty proud of Kirishima, though he’d never fully tell him that. They’d started their freshman year of college as strangers, just two dudes trying out for the basketball team. Surprisingly, they were the only two freshmen picked for the team.
They became friends rather quickly. Kirishima is real persistent, always buddying up next to Katsuki after practice. Insisting that they train together, hit the gym—bounce ideas and methods off of each other.
Now, they’ve just started their sophomore year. Only about two months into the semester, Katsuki finally feels like he’s falling back into it. Back into the grind.
Yeah, he practiced all summer. Kept up the training, even on days when Kirishima couldn’t participate. However, it’s different when he also has to balance his studies again.
Katsuki doesn’t have a scholarship, he’s lucky that his parents are wealthy enough to be able to financially provide him with his education of choice. He’s studying to become an engineer, one that builds things that make a difference. For people, for animals—hell, for aliens for all he cares. He just wants to make a difference. Wants to help.
He has the drive, and he’s pretty damn good at it, if you ask him. He’s an A+ student, 4.0 GPA since he was in elementary school. He’s always been good at school, and thankfully it comes easily for him. When he really applies himself and dives in, he can commit any knowledge presented to him to memory. And he can utilize it and apply it where necessary, as well.
Anyway, back to the present.
“You got any plans tonight, Bakubro?” Kirishima asks, looking over to Katsuki as he opens his locker.
“Just hanging out with Camie,” Katsuki grumbles. He opens his own locker, grabbing his towel and shower shoes before slamming it shut again.
“Ohhh,” Kirishima teases, wiggling his eyebrows as he grins knowingly. “Hanging out, huh? Maybe they’ll be other things hanging out, bro?”
Katsuki rolls his eyes, half-heartedly shoving him into his locker as he walks past him. Kirishima laughs, accepting his fate as he calls out a “good luck, man!” to Katsuki. Katsuki curses him internally as he heads off towards the showers.
He and Camie have been… ‘dating’ for a few months now. She confessed the last week of his freshman year, and he didn’t really mind her company. So, he asked her out. Camie was all excited, teary brown eyes and bright pink cheeks as she latched on to Katsuki in a sort of ‘hug’. It made Katsuki uncomfortable. Made his skin itch.
It didn’t feel right.
Things were fine throughout the summer, they hung out a few times when their schedules lined up. She texted Katsuki, like, all the time. Katsuki would respond when he felt like it, which was maybe once or twice a day. If that.
He could admit, he was a bit of a dick from time to time. Camie would get so excited about seeing him, yet it would just sorta feel like another day for him. The third time they hung out during the summer, Camie kissed him.
They were at the movies, watching some new romcom that Katsuki really couldn’t care less about. She scooted closer to him little by little, until their arms were smushed up against each other. During a particularly boring part of the movie, she reached her pale, acrylic nailed hand over to cup his cheek.
She leaned up and pressed her glossy red lips against his.
Katsuki felt like a wet fish had just jumped out of the water and smacked into his lips. His first instinct was to pull away, but she pulled away first before he could decide what to do.
Camie looked up at him with bright pink cheeks, her eyes were half-lidded and dark. An expression that Katsuki had only ever seen in movies, right before two people fucked.
He’s sure that she was trying to evoke some type of sexually-charged reaction out of him. Unfortunately, it certainly wasn’t doing it for Katsuki. That’s for sure. Katsuki felt like he needed to go home and brush his teeth, wash his face and scrub the skin off his lips.
The few hangouts after the kissing-incident, she had kissed him during each one. It got to the point that Katsuki just felt uninterested. He liked her company, they could have a decent conversation. However, Camie clearly wanted less talking and more fucking.
She wore tighter and tighter clothes, shorter skirts that showed off whatever underwear she was wearing that day. She started sucking Katsuki’s face like her life depended on it.
It made Katsuki’s skin crawl.
Finally, right before school started, he mentioned it to Kirishima when they were hitting the gym. Kirishima was stoked to hear about how his bro’s relationship was going, and made it clear that he was on team Katsuki-Losing-His-Virginity.
Katsuki didn’t tell him that he didn’t like it, didn’t tell him that it sort of repulsed him. He should have, he knows that now. But, he didn’t. He just listened to Kirishima gloat about how good sex feels and how mind blowing it is to have someone else get you off.
All Katsuki did was roll his eyes, yelling about how much of a delinquent Kirishima was as he did his bench press. That night, he laid in bed with his phone in his right hand. On his screen, multiple video thumbnails were displayed with men and women engaging in different sexual situations.
Obviously, he’d watched porn before. He’s not that much of a virgin.
However, he didn’t usually use porn when he wanted to jack off. He just… did it.
It was kind of a mindless task for him. He felt aroused, he jerked his cock until he came. Nothing to write home about.
That night, he watched countless videos of straight porn, videos of women getting their pussies stuffed. POVs, creampies, blowjobs, threesomes—you name it, Katsuki watched it.
His cock didn’t even stir in interest.
If anything, he winced each time he saw how a cock would be engulfed by a vagina. The sight of the vagina alone made him scrunch his face up in disgust.
He was about to give up when a thumbnail caught his eye. It was of two men. The men in the thumbnail were kissing, shirtless. His heartbeat quickened when he saw it, so he decided to click on it.
No harm in checking it out.
The video began with two men sitting beside each other on a bed. Typical, most porns started in similar ways. They exchanged a few words before they got right to it. The more muscular looking man took the lead, taking off his shirt and then the smaller man’s. Then, he grabbed the smaller man by the throat and pulled him towards himself, their lips meeting in a searing kiss.
Finally, Katsuki’s cock stirs to life.
The video continues, the smaller man is fingered and brought to orgasm by the bigger man’s fingers alone. Then, the smaller man is gently laid on his back, on the bed. The larger man slots himself between the smaller’s thighs, leaning down to connect their lips once again as he slowly fucks his cock into the smaller man’s ass.
The second he’s fully sheathed inside, Katsuki moans. The smaller man must feel so… full. He starts to get his brains fucked out, and Katsuki can’t take it anymore. He swaps his phone to his left hand, his right one dipping beneath the band of his sweats to wrap around his aching cock.
He pumps his cock, no real technique as he coaxes an orgasm out of himself. His eyes move to the larger man, his muscles covered in sweat, his large hands gripping on plush thighs. His hips thrusting forward with vigor, his body flexing and rolling as he fucks into the smaller man.
God…
This man is so fucking hot. His body is in immaculate shape, he’s strong and tall and has big hands and his grunts are so sexy and oh god Katsuki’s about to cum—
Katsuki whines high in his throat when he comes, a sound he hasn’t really made before. Usually, he’s silent when he finishes. His body goes lax, he melts into his mattress for a few minutes before the post-nut clarity hits him.
He just busted a nut.
To gay porn.
And it was the best orgasm he’s ever fucking had.
Needless to say, he didn’t sleep much that night.
He did consult the internet, though. Checked around to see if it was normal for a straight man to watch gay porn. Lots of people said yes, which was encouraging. Yet, lots of other people also basically indirectly called Katsuki gay.
Katsuki spent the rest of the week before school began shoving down any questions about his sexuality. He wasn’t particularly interested in things pertaining to sex, though he definitely liked how good it felt the last time he jerked off. So, he decided to just ignore it all for the time being.
His plan was going great, he took a deep dive into his studies and basketball when school began—no time was allotted for him to even think about anything sex related. He was either too fucking busy or too fucking exhausted.
He’d been avoiding Camie like the plague, knowing that she’d definitely try for something sexual to happen the next time they’d see each other. So, he did his best to avoid her.
Until she showed up at his house, that is.
He wasn’t home, working on a language studies project at Kirishima’s the night she stopped by. His mom answered and she promised Camie that she would relay the information for their next hangout sesh.
The hag hadn’t let up about it until Katsuki agreed that he’d go.
So, now that everyone’s caught up, back to the present.
Katsuki finishes his shower by the time everyone else has filed out of the locker room, giving himself the most privacy you can get after a big game. He didn’t plan on taking an extra long shower, but the hot water on his muscles was a treat he didn’t really feel like denying himself today.
He was supposed to meet Camie at her dorm room at eight, glancing over at the clock on the wall told him it was nearly seven fifty-five.
“Shit,” he groans, kicking himself into gear so he could at least make it to her dorm by eight o-five. He dries himself off and throws his clothes on, making sure to dry his hair properly so he doesn’t get a cold from the cool fall air.
He grabs his duffle bag and heads out in the direction of Camie’s dorm. His hope is that Camie’s roommate will be there, which means they literally can’t have any type of sex. It is a Thursday night, so it’s more likely that she’d be there than not.
After a brief walk and a brief freak out, Katsuki is stood in front of Camie’s door. He knocks once, twice—then the door swings open.
Peeking inside, it’s dark. There’s a few flickering orange glows, which upon further inspection are candles. There’s some low, sultry mood lighting from a lamp on her bedside table. His eyes flick to the other bed in the room—her fucking roommate isn’t there.
Fuck.
“Hey, baby! I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to your game, I had a huuuuge project to get done,” Camie squeals, grabbing Katsuki by the hand and tugging him inside. The door shuts behind them, the auto lock engaging.
“Yeah, whatever. We won anyway,” Katsuki says, eyes scanning the room. He instantly notices the pillow on the floor next to the edge of Camie’s bed.
The fuck?
“I figured, my man is the best, after all!” Camie says with a giggle. She drags Katsuki to the edge of her bed, putting her hands on his shoulders as she pushes him to sit down. Katsuki’s knees buckle beneath him and he drops his bag, plopping himself down onto the mattress in front of the pillow.
“Uhh…” he starts, looking down at the pillow. “Why you got a fuckin’ pillow on the floor?”
His eyes flick back up to Camie, whose cheeks are a deep crimson colour as she stands in front of Katsuki. She begins to kneel, positioning her knees on the pillow and her hands on Katsuki’s knees.
“It’s for my knees,” she says, looking up at Katsuki through her overly-mascaraed eyelashes. “So they don’t hurt while I suck you off.”
Katsuki’s eyebrows furrow as he looks down at her. “The fuck are you talking about?”
“C’mon, Kats. It’ll feel good, I promise,” Camie says with a smirk, her hands gliding up Katsuki’s thighs. They reach the waistband of his sweats, thin, acrylic-nailed fingers untying his drawstring. She dips her hand beneath the fabric, her fingers wrapping gently around Katsuki’s flaccid cock before she pulls it out.
Katsuki’s frozen.
He tried so fucking hard to avoid this. He doesn’t have time for this shit, nor does he want to unpack whatever the fuck he’s got going on.
He’ll just let her do whatever, fake his nut and then go home and break up with her over text.
Yeah, that’ll do.
“Whatever,” he huffs, lifting his hips slightly as he shimmies his sweats down to the middle of his calves. Camie slots herself between his knees instantly, her hand giving his soft cock a few pumps before she leans down.
She wraps her glossy pink lips around the tip of his cock and the sight makes him fucking gag.
He brings a hand up to his mouth, his stomach churning as the cold, wet fish feeling is wrapped around the head of his cock. She tries, she really does. She sucks around the head, pumps her hand at the base—does what she can to make him hard.
It just isn’t fucking doing it for Katsuki.
She swirls her tongue around the tip of his cock and looks up at him, her eyebrows knit up, spit dribbling out of her mouth in some grand display of sensuality.
It makes acid climb up the back of Katsuki’s throat.
He puts a hand on her head and pushes her away, drool dripping down her chin as she looks at him all confused.
“What the fuck, Kats? Do you, like, not get hard or some shit?” She snaps, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Nah, you’re just not doing it for me, fish lips,” Katsuki bites back. He pulls his sweats up over his knees, standing up off the bed as he pulls them all the way up. He grabs his bag and heads for the door.
“I don’t think this shit’s gonna work,” he says over his shoulder, pulling open the door.
Katsuki doesn’t even wait to hear her response before he steps out, shutting the door behind him. He makes his way out of the dorms and to his car, chucking his bag in the backseat before sliding into the driver's seat. He drives home as if he’s on autopilot, making all the stops and turns mindlessly.
Once he’s home, he collapses face first onto his bed with a groan.
“Fucking stupid…” he mumbles, rolling onto his back. He stares up at the ceiling, his mind sounding like a war zone inside his head.
Maybe it was just Camie?
Nah. No woman was appealing to him, not even the ‘perfect’ women in porn.
Not even models.
His mind replays what happened not even twenty minutes ago—Camie’s glossy lips wrapped around the head of his cock, her big brown eyes looking up at him as she sucked—nah. The realization is both a breath of fresh air and a punch to the gut.
I’m gay.
—
The first week post-sexuality realization is a whirlwind. Katsuki does his best to educate himself on what it means to be a gay man, all the while trying to figure out how the fuck to tell his family about it.
His parents aren’t the type to disown him for being gay or anything, that’s not what he’s worried about. He’s just worried about putting it out into the open. Being vulnerable. Katsuki has never been good with emotions.
Though, Katsuki doesn’t want to make a huge deal of it until he’s 100% sure. Yeah, women don’t do it for him. He knows that for a fact. Yeah, he’s gotten off to gay porn a lot more lately. But… he’s still not 100%.
What if he has a similar reaction with a man between his legs? What if he still feels the urge to retch with large, strong hands gripping his thighs?
So, he’s decided he’ll wait to make any shitty announcement until he knows for sure. He’s not sure when that’ll be, as he doesn’t really have an interest in using a hookup app just to experiment.
If something happens, he wants it to work itself out naturally. Wants it to find him.
Oddly enough, the second week of post-sexuality realization is when things take a turn.
In his chemistry class, the professor suddenly resigned. They had a substitute for two days, then the permanent replacement was introduced to the class on Wednesday.
“Good afternoon, class! My name is Izuku Midoriya, but please just call me Mr.Midoriya. I will be your new chemistry professor for the foreseeable future,” the man says with a wide, toothy grin.
Did he say his name was Deku? Who the hell would name their kid Deku?
“So, let’s all do our best and have a great semester!” Izuku says with a dorky thumbs up. Izuku had green, unruly curls and deep green eyes. The more Katsuki examined him, the more intrigued he was. His skin was smooth, yet he was covered in freckles and scars. He was attractive, that much was obvious.
His body was hidden beneath a suit, but Katsuki could tell he takes care of himself. His slacks were tight in all the right places, accentuating the muscles in his thighs and the curve of his ass.
Katsuki pulls his lower lip between his teeth as he eyes his new professor. Izuku’s definitely fit. He looks strong.
His eyes scan Izuku’s hands—no ring.
A smirk tugs at Katsuki’s lips.
This is certainly an interesting development. He spends the entirety of the class running his eyes up and down the new professor’s body, spending far too much time staring at the thick, plump ass that is trapped inside his slacks. If Katsuki was a fucking idiot, he’d assume this ass belonged to some woman that got the world’s most natural looking BBL. But it doesn’t. It belongs to his new professor, and Katsuki believes it’s safe to say he didn’t get a BBL. Considering he’s on a teacher’s salary and the fact that he has a beat up yellow backpack as his ‘bag’... that ass has gotta be real.
He feels his mouth fill with saliva, the temptation to sink his teeth into the supple flesh is almost overwhelming. He’s ripped out of his daydreaming stare at his new professor’s ass when said professor removes his suit jacket, draping it over the rolling office chair that’s tucked by his desk at the front of the lecture hall. Professor Thick Ass here has more than just a plump posterior, as Katsuki had previously hypothesized, and is absolutely jacked.
The white button up does little to hide his form–his arms covered in thick, corded muscles that flex when he uses his hands to explain something enthusiastically. His cinched, impossibly tiny little waist twisting as he turns back and forth from the whiteboard. The wide expanse of his chest, well-defined pecs threatening to pop the goddamn buttons off as he laughs at some lame ass joke he makes.
Great heavens.
Katsuki’s brain is short circuiting. He’s barely jotted down any notes, and he’s fucking praying for the class to be over as soon as possible. His palms are sweaty, his dick is slowly growing harder and harder by the goddamn minute. He needs some sort of release, he needs to sprint to his car so he can calm himself the fuck down.
As if his prayers have been answered, a soft, cheerful melody rings through the room. The sound comes from the professor’s desk, who stops in the middle of his yap session to scurry over and pluck the offending device off of his desk. It appears to be his phone and he taps the screen, silencing the music. Plopping it back down onto the desk, he gives the room a soft, apologetic smile.
“Guess our time is up for today! Don’t forget, there will be a quiz on Friday! Your last professor didn’t leave many notes, so I’m just checking to see where the majority of you are at. A bad grade doesn’t mean you’ll fail, but it does mean I’ll get a good idea of who needs some extra help and what not,” he says, voice raised slightly to compensate for the sound of students packing up and beginning to shuffle towards the door. “If you have any questions, I also hold study hall hours in this room from 3 P.M. to 4:45 P.M. on Wednesdays and Fridays!”
Katsuki checks his watch, noting the time. This class is his last class on Wednesdays, running from 12:15 P.M. to 2:45 P.M. He only has three classes on Wednesdays, so it’s usually his chill day. Usually, he’ll bounce from here, hit the gym that’s on campus, then he’ll get in an hour or so of training on the practice court. Besides the weekends, Wednesdays are the only days where he can get in a good, solid workout and training sesh.
Fridays, though, he’s got a bit of a busier schedule. He has five classes on Fridays with a two and a half hour break from 2:45 P.M. to 5:15 P.M. Then he has to fuck off to English class, and to finish off his week he has Advanced Ceramics which ends at about 8:45 P.M.
What?
Ceramics is relaxing as fuck. He got to throw clay, sculpt cool ass sculptures that he puts his whole goddamn back into, then glaze and paint them to his heart's desire. It’s cool, okay? Fuck off.
He commits the professor’s study hall hours to memory for future use, then shoves all his shit into his bag. Katsuki’s never had trouble in this class, at least not this far, anyway. It’s still early enough in the year, but he’s got a good system and a good (nerdy) brain. He’s just committing the study hall hours to memory so he can maybe stop by and get some homework done on campus before he heads back home. He slings his bag over one shoulder, sliding out of his seat before making his way towards the door.
Before he can make it to the door, Professor Juicy Booty calls over to him. “Bakugou! Can I talk to you for a second?”
For a brief moment, panic strikes Katsuki like a lightning bolt. Was he too obvious? Did he stare too much? Okay, he definitely did stare too much, but he made sure to look elsewhere when the professor even looked in his direction!
He has to stay cool. Can’t let him believe that Katsuki has any fucking idea what he’s talking about if he mentions Katsuki’s lingering eyes.
Stopping in his tracks, he turns around and steps towards the professor’s desk. He’s standing next to it, looking over a few papers that he pulled out of a folder. “What’s up, professor?” Katsuki asks nonchalantly. The professor’s cheeks begin to dust a light pink colour, and Katsuki wonders what the fuck that’s all about.
“Oh, just call me Mr.Midoriya. No need to be so formal!” He says with a nervous smile.
“Isn’t ‘Mr.Midoriya’ still formal, though?” Katsuki quips back, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watches the professor physically buffer.
“Uh–well, I suppose you’re right,” he sighs, a soft smile on his lips as he tips his head forward in defeat. “You can call me Izuku, then.”
Izuku.
“Alright, Izuku. What’s up?” Katsuki asks, once again feigning nonchalance. Izuku. It rolls off his tongue like the most expensive type of sugary-sweet syrup. Syrup that’s straight from the goddamn tree.
“Um, your last professor–he wrote some notes about you. All good things, of course!” He says hurriedly, like he’s worried he might offend Katsuki. Cute.
“He wrote that you’re top in the class. That’s quite impressive!”
“Of course I am. None of these other extras crush this shit like I do,” he says with a cocky grin. And it’s true. He did crush this shit.
Izuku’s nervous smile is back as he huffs out a laugh. “Yeah, he also wrote that you’re, quote un-quote, a cocky little spitfire. I didn’t realize what that could possibly mean, but now I think I get it.”
Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Old geezer was boring as hell. Nobody wants to sit through a goddamn two hour lecture when the lecturer sounds like the equivalent of nails on a chalkboard,” he spits. Again, all true. The old professor would drone on and on about shit straight from the text book. No personal touch to it–just straight from the book. Which, is necessary sometimes. But when it’s every fucking class? Shit is so boring.
“Did I sound like that?” Izuku asks with surprised eyes.
He doesn’t look worried, per se. He looks… a bit confused. As if the thought of boring your class to death hadn’t even crossed his mind before.
“Nah. You added your own shit into it, made it interesting,” Katsuki says with a brief shake of his head. He’s lying out of his ass, he barely heard a word Izuku said. He was too focused on his ass. Then, his arms. His chest. His little, sinister waist–
He has to physically raise his head so that he’s not looking down, eyeing at Izuku’s chest. Izuku gives him a relieved sigh, a soft smile spreading across his lips as he turns to fully face Katsuki.
“Thanks, Katsuki. That’s relieving.”
Oh fuck.
The way Katsuki’s name slid off his tongue has his mouth going dry. His ears ring–replaying the sound of Izuku saying his name over and over and over. His voice is soft, a little husky, a lot dominating. His voice is absolute; like he has such a presence that shouldn’t be questioned. As if whatever he says, goes.
Katsuki has to get the fuck outta here.
“No problem. Well if there’s nothing you needed–”
He turns to leave, but a strong hand lands on his shoulder. He freezes, his body failing to follow his brain’s instructions. The hand on his shoulder is warm, the warmth quickly permeating through the fabric of Katsuki’s black tee within seconds.
“Um, sorry, I just wanted to see if you’d be alright with being my lead example as to what the class should know, up to this point?” Izuku asks, his hand quickly retreating once he undoubtedly feels Katsuki tense beneath his touch. “I was thinking–if you had the time, of course–you could stop by tomorrow after your last class and take the quiz I have written up based on the curriculum that I feel should have been covered by now. We can sit down and go through it together, you can tell me if you don’t know something and then we can just denounce that it hasn't been taught yet.”
Katsuki’s body shifts back to face Izuku during his proposal, fighting his hardest in order to not get an even bigger head at Izuku’s implications. Once Izuku’s done speaking, Katsuki mulls the idea over in his mind. It’s not like he’s going to be the only one here or anything. He wouldn’t be alone with Izuku. He’d be coming during some study period that another teacher would hold in this hall, surely.
“Sure,” Katsuki says flatly. “My last class ends at 5:30 tomorrow. That work for you?”
Izuku nods excitedly, a genuine smile tugging at his lips even as he speaks, “That’s perfect, Katsuki! Thank you so much. I’ll see you tomorrow, then!”
With that, Izuku turns to head towards the door. He strides over, flipping the sign on the door from ‘Chem II’ to ‘Study Hall’. Katsuki makes his way over to the door, giving Izuku a nod of his head before he steps through the door, into the hallway. He lets his feet carry him through the halls, past the front doors, across the campus until he’s stood in front of his driver’s side door. He unlocks the car and opens the door, tossing his bag into the passenger seat before he slides into the driver’s seat.
What the fuck was that?
Why did Katsuki let himself get so distracted? By a man, no less!
Yeah, he knows. He’s recently discovered he’s gay. But does that mean he’s going to thirst over every guy that’s even the slightest bit attractive now?!
His mind wanders back to the swell of Izuku’s muscles. The curve of his ass. The tightness of his slacks around his thighs. The way his curls bounced and swayed as he talked. The way his lips shone with each nervous pass of his tongue. The way his emerald eyes complimented his dark eyelashes–the way his freckles complimented his slightly tanned skin. The way the scar below his right eye made Katsuki feel the need to know what happened…
Would he feel like this about every guy from now on?
He shakes his head. No. He didn’t feel anything remotely close to that for Kiri. Or his friend Denki from ceramics. Or for the new guy in his English class–what was his name? Shoto? He was conventionally attractive, Katsuki could admit that. But, so was Kiri. And Denki. Just… not in a way that had Katsuki drooling during class.
Oh shit.
It dawns on him then. This is Katsuki’s first gay crush.
–
That night, he went extra hard at the gym. He shoved his airpods in his ears and got to work. By the end of the session, he increased his max on the benchpress, increased his amount of reps for pull ups and dunked well over sixty-five baskets on the practice court.
When he got home, he didn’t have any energy to even think about how fine Izuku was. He showered, got dressed, then crashed the fuck out.
Now, it’s 5:36 P.M. on Thursday, and he’s standing in the doorway of the lecture hall. He had expected that there would be other students here.
Well, he was wrong.
The only other person in here is Izuku, who’s sitting at his desk, looking over some papers. Katsuki shoves the growing feeling of arousal down as far as it can go after he catches a glimpse of Izuku wearing glasses.
So nerdy. So fucking hot.
He trudges inside, eyebrow twitching when he stands in front of Izuku’s desk–unnoticed.
A beat passes. Nothing. Izuku is so engrossed in whatever the hell he’s reading, he doesn’t notice Katsuki practically looming over him. Katsuki raps his knuckles on the side of his desk, stifling a chuckle as he watches Izuku jolt up, his office chair shot out behind him as he stands. His head nearly knocks into Katsuki’s with how fast he stands.
“Wa–cchan!” He gasps, his cheeks flushing a soft pink as he gathers up all the papers on his desk.
“The fuck did you call me?” Katsuki asks with a raised brow. He watches in real time as Izuku’s cheeks flush an even darker shade of pink.
“Sorry, Kacch–Katsuki. I accidentally called you ‘Kacchan’ when I was talking to my mom last night and now I just can’t break out of it,” he says with a nervous smile.
Something inside Katsuki alights at the thought of Izuku talking about him to his mom. Something greedy. Something possessive.
“Mom, huh? Your mother already knows my name?” Katsuki asks with a teasing smirk. He adores the way Izuku’s blush deepens at his words.
“Not in a weird way! I was just talking to her about my first day and I had told her you agreed to help me,” Izuku says with a tired groan. He directs his attention to Katsuki, his eyebrows furrowed and his lower lip jutting out in the sexiest pout Katsuki’s ever seen.
“I see,” Katsuki hums in response. He straightens out, eyes scanning along Izuku’s face. “I don’t mind it. Though, not to be a party pooper, but my services don’t come free, professor,” he remarks, a sly grin tugging at his lips.
“Oh–of course, Kacchan,” Izuku says with a soft smile. The way he uses the nickname damn near makes Katsuki melt. “What’s your price?”
Katsuki brings a hand up to quizzically rub his chin, as if he were deep in thought.
No real thought is needed, though. This one’s easy as fuckin’ pie.
“Drinks. Friday. 9 P.M. at Erasure,” he says, dropping his hand from his chin in favour of shoving it into his hoodie pocket. He’s never fuckin’ asked out a guy before, but he’s sort of banking on the fact that this could come off as friendly or flirty. If Izuku’s gay, maybe he’ll see the request for what it is. A date. If he’s not, then he’ll see it as a friendly hangout. A repayment to Katsuki for his hard work.
He’s got this shit in the bag.
Izuku’s eyes widen, his lips parting slightly in surprise as he processes Katsuki’s request. His cheeks are now a deep crimson, and Katsuki thinks he looks so fucking hot all flustered and shy. “Ka–Kacchan, I don’t think that’s very… appropriate,” he says quietly, a hand coming up to rub nervously at the back of his neck.
“What’s not very appropriate, professor, is giving your student a cute, childish nickname. And saying that nickname to your mom,” Katsuki snorts. “Just drinks. No funny business. I usually go on Fridays for a drink or two, figured it’d be sick to get ‘em for free,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders. “Plus, I don’t think we’re that far apart in age, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Just two dudes getting drinks on a Friday night. Who said it had to be inappropriate?
Well, Katsuki is certainly planning for it to be inappropriate, but he won’t let Izuku know that just yet.
To hell with the whole “letting shit find him” route.
“No, no. I’m only twenty-six, I’m not worried about the age aspect,” Izuku says with a shake of his head. “I’m worried people will see a teacher out for drinks with his student. I could get fired.”
Twenty-six?!
Katsuki apparently has a thing for older men.
“It’s not on campus, nerd. It’s about a fifteen minute drive from here–I literally never see anyone from school there. It’s a dive bar,” Katsuki says with a roll of his eyes. “And if anyone said anything, we could just say it was a coincidence. Or I had a question about the homework or whatever the fuck.”
Usually, Katsuki would’ve just said ‘no problem, heard you loud and clear’ and move the fuck on. But, for some godforsaken reason, he can’t. He wants to see this play out so bad. Wants to have a non-studious conversation with Izuku.
Izuku opens his mouth to speak, and Katsuki’s heart pounds in his ribcage. If he has an excuse this time, Katsuki will just drop it. No use in forcing the nerd to meet with him. That certainly is not who Katsuki is.
“Alright, then. I’ll meet you there,” Izuku says with a shy smile.
Katsuki’s heart skips a beat, his lips pulling into a grin as he nods his head. “Sounds good. Shall we get started, professor?” He asks, tilting his head towards a pair of seats across from Izuku’s desk. Izuku nods his head, grabbing the quiz paper out of his backpack and hurrying over to where Katsuki’s already sat and twirling a pencil between his fingers.
They go through the quiz together, Katsuki answering honestly about the things he knows and the things he doesn't know. He ended up knowing roughly seventy-five percent of the questions, meaning they were just a bit behind in the curriculum material than they should be. Izuku thanked him multiple times, praising him over and over again about how ‘brilliant’ he was.
Only a goddamn nerd would use ‘brilliant’ as an adjective for Katsuki.
Katsuki certainly wasn’t complaining, though.
Having Izuku’s full, undivided attention felt incredibly good. Way better than it should have, that’s for sure.
Sitting so close together, Katsuki got multiple good whiffs of his cologne. It was a scent that clung to his nostrils–he smelt so fucking good it had Katsuki weak in the knees. Like some goddamn school girl.
Katsuki also was able to feel Izuku’s body heat, radiating off of the nerd in waves. Their knees bumped a few times, each time sending a strange mix of surprise and need shooting through Katsuki’s veins. Even as a kid, Katsuki had never experienced whatever the hell ‘butterflies’ were supposed to be in his stomach. All his friends would say they felt butterflies during their first kiss with their crush, but Katsuki didn’t ever really feel that.
He felt nothing when he had his first kiss with Camie.
So, to say that Katsuki is surprised when he feels that unfamiliar whoosh of nerves fluttering through him every time Izuku’s knee grazes against his is an understatement. Katsuki feels like he’s swallowed a whole goddamn bunch of butterflies and they’re just flappin’ their shitty wings inside his gut.
After they had discussed what would be next on the agenda, Katsuki couldn’t help but feel like he was getting some interesting insight. He was hearing what Izuku had planned for the upcoming few weeks, in terms of teaching. He had a few small projects he wanted to introduce, a quiz or two and a test at the end, right before Christmas break. It felt like Katsuki was hearing some top secret information or some shit.
“Sounds like a good plan,” Katsuki says, nodding his head in approval as he gathers his stuff. Izuku’s resting his chin in his palm, his elbow propping his arm up on the desk as he eyes Katsuki.
“You think? I don’t want to be too boring,” he says with a cheeky grin.
“Don’t think you could be boring if you tried, professor,” Katsuki mumbles, zipping up his backpack. “But, if anybody gives you shit, point ‘em out to me. I’ll handle it,” he says with a smirk, turning his head to meet Izuku’s gaze.
“I’m sure I could handle it myself, Kacchan,” Izuku says with a soft chuckle. “I appreciate the sentiment, though.”
Katsuki grunts in response, scooting his chair back as he stands. Izuku stretches his limbs, his arms reaching above his head as he yawns. His eyes close briefly and Katsuki steals a quick glance over his muscly arms–nearly choking on his own drool as he watches the muscles flex and swell during his stretch.
God, Katsuki’s going to fuck his fist so goddamn hard tonight.
“Guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Izuku,” Katsuki says with a two-finger salute.
Izuku nods his head, scrambling to get up and make his way over towards Katsuki. “Yes! I’ll see you for class. And,” he starts, his hands burying themselves in the pockets of his slacks as his cheeks flush a deep carmine. “I look forward to seeing you afterwards.”
Even though he’s blushing, Izuku doesn’t look shy. He just looks… excited. Like he’s actually looking forward to hanging out tomorrow night.
Maybe he’s not gay. Maybe he’s just excited to hangout with somebody outside of work. Which, Katsuki completely understands. He looks forward to hanging out with Kiri outside of school much more than he does during school. Especially when it’s a Friday or a Saturday.
Well, regardless of what happens, Katsuki’s down to get some free drinks.
“Me too,” Katsuki says with a smug smile. His eyes linger on Izuku’s face–on the subtle smile tugging at his plush, pink lips. On the way his kind eyes crinkle at the corners as he looks back at Katsuki. On his freckles, how they’re just begging to be kissed–
He blinks so hard he blinks himself back into the real world. He (reluctantly) drags his eyes to meet Izuku’s, giving him a quick nod before he turns and walks out the door.
The drive to his house feels like agony. He’s so painfully horny, he feels like he might physically combust if he doesn’t get his hand on his dick ASAP. He rips into the driveway, grabbing his shit as quickly as he can before climbing out of the car. He locks it over his shoulder, jogging up to the front door and pushing it open. He kicks his shoes off in the genkan, calling out a quick ‘I’m home!’ before he practically sprints up the stairs to his room, ignoring his mom’s question about how his day was.
Pushing his door open, he rushes inside and shuts it behind him, pushing in the lock for good measure. He drops his bag on his desk before pulling his hoodie over his head and draping it over the back of his desk chair. Katsuki’s hands drop to unbutton his jeans, quickly sliding down the zipper and shoving the denim down his thighs, his calves, and off his legs. Kicking them off to the side, he crosses the floor to collapse on his bed.
Back against the mattress, his thumbs dip under the waistband of his boxers, shimmying them down just enough to have his cock springing free. The cool air of his room makes him suck in a breath through gritted teeth, but the relief is immediate. No longer confined by his clothes, his cock stands at full mast. Red and leaking.
Wrapping a hand around his cock, he bites back a moan as he rubs his thumb over the slit. Collecting the beads of pre and spreading them along his length and using them as lube, he gives himself a few lazy pumps.
“Fuck,” he groans, head pressing back into the mattress. He rolls his hips upwards, cock thrusting into his fist as he finds a steady rhythm. Screwing his eyes shut tight, his mind so graciously supplies him with images of Izuku–images of Izuku’s smaller, but definitely muscular frame. Images of his slutty little waist that Katsuki would kill to put his hands on. Images of his toned pecs that look more like plush tits that Katsuki needs to sink his teeth into.
His hand pumps faster, his breath hitching as his free hand subconsciously slides up his side, up to his chest. His fingers find a budding nipple and he pinches.
A low whine rips out of his throat, a sound that Katsuki didn’t even realize he could physically make. He swipes his thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, teasing himself as he edges closer and closer.
His mind continues to supply him with slutty images of his professor. Images of Izuku above him; cheeks red, eyes hooded and full of so much fucking hunger. Images of Izuku’s hands on Katsuki’s thighs, strong, scarred fingers gripping so tight they leave bruises in their wake.
The image of Izuku, head between his legs, mouth swallowing down his cock as his eyes look up at him through messy green curls literally shoves Katsuki over the edge.
He cums with a silent scream, his back arcing off the mattress as his cock spurts thick ropes against his abdomen. He continues to pump his fist, milking his cock for all he’s got throughout his orgasm. Once he begins to float back down to earth, Katsuki takes his hand off his cock, letting it flop down at his side.
“Oh my god,” Katsuki says through a heavy exhale.
He thought his last orgasm was the best he’s ever had.
But this one was goddamn incredible. He came even harder than he did the night he jerked it to gay porn.
All because he thought of Izuku, his professor, sucking on his cock like a fucking pornstar.
When, not too long ago, the sight of his girlfriend sucking his cock made him physically gag.
What an interesting thing; the human psyche. When Camie did it, he couldn’t help the physical retch that his body enacted. He couldn’t help the way bile quickly began to burn the back of his throat, crawling up and up. Couldn’t help the way his skin got clammy, his dick refusing to even stir in interest as she bobbed her head up and down his flaccid cock.
When he imagined Izuku doing it, though, he busted his fucking load. Instantly. Balls tightened, muscles tensed and he came like a fuckin’ firehose.
If anything, that alone adds more proof to his gay awakening. Not that he has to prove his sexuality to anyone, but he’d just rather be sure about it before he opens his mouth and declares something that could change the way people see him. He doesn’t give a fuck, frankly, if people decide they don’t want to be around him because of his sexuality. If they’re gonna be that way, then good fucking riddance.
Katsuki wasn’t put on this earth to make people happy. Or comfortable. He was put here to make a goddamn difference with things that he could help create with his two fucking hands and his big ass brain.
Anyway, Katsuki’s not diving into all that shit immediately after the post-nut clarity hits him.
He busted a massive nut to thoughts of his professor. All that does for Katsuki is make him wanna make the thoughts a reality.
Shoving himself off the bed and carrying himself into his ensuite bathroom, he hops in the shower to wash off the sweat of the day and the unpleasant and quickly cooling cum on his abdomen.
After his shower, he dresses himself and climbs back into bed. He’s exhausted, but he’s also so fucking excited for their ‘hangout’ tomorrow. Deciding there’s no real turning back now, Katsuki comes to the decision that he’s going to swoon the fuck out of Izuku’s nerdy ass tomorrow night.
–
The school day goes by horrendously slow.
Katsuki was ready to meet the nerd the second he opened his eyes this morning, but that wasn’t the plan. He needed to wait.
Katsuki fucking hates waiting.
The only thing that made the day slightly bearable was the quick, stolen glances he caught Izuku giving him during Chemistry. The sight of Izuku’s tight slacks hugging his fat ass definitely helped, too.
When class was over, he gave Izuku a nonchalant nod before he headed to the cafeteria to grab something to eat. He needed real food, not the shitty junk he can get from the vending machines around campus. He didn’t typically eat at the cafeteria, since he usually just headed home to eat lunch. Today, though, he didn’t feel like driving home just to come back.
If he went home, he was definitely going to jerk it to the memory of Izuku’s gigantic ass in those tight little slacks. Which, isn’t necessarily a bad idea, but he doesn’t want to bust his load too early in the day.
Just in case.
So, he settled for grabbing a portion of yakisoba and a bowl of steaming miso soup, and sat at a small table off in the corner of the cafeteria. He ate his lunch while also completing some homework from classes earlier in the day, making sure he had a homework-free weekend ahead of him just in case.
–
Katsuki occupied himself with eating and homework until 5:05, then he packed up his shit, threw away his trash and headed out of the cafeteria. Normally, he’d sit in on Kirishima’s French class during his break if he wasn’t heading home to eat something. Today, though, he needed to get his fuckin’ ducks in a row–no homework this weekend means Katsuki can truly soak in his ‘hangout’ with Izuku. He could get as distracted as he wanted to, all weekend, because he didn’t need to worry about completing any assignments or anything.
Besides, the second he steps foot into the lecture hall for his English class, the redhead is already waving at him from his seat a few rows behind the front row.
“Hey, bro!” He greets him with a tight bear hug the second Katsuki is within arms distance, his arms wrapping around Katsuki’s biceps and squeezing, damn near lifting him a few inches off the ground. “Happy Friday!”
“Yeah, yeah. Happy fuckin’ Friday,” he grumbles, landing a half-hearted punch to his friend’s shoulder once he’s released from his hold. He plops down into the seat next to Kiri, dropping his bag onto the floor beside him before unzipping it and pulling out his notebook.
With a glance to the clock, he sighs.
5:12 P.M.
“How’s it goin’, man? Got any plans this weekend?” Kirishima says with a wiggle of his eyebrows, his shoulder knocking playfully into Katsuki’s.
“Nah. Gotta study. Might hit the gym tomorrow,” he huffs, skipping over the ‘hangout’ with Izuku and reaching into his backpack, pulling out his copy of ‘Romeo and Juliet’. His English class was currently reading through it, the professor stating that they would have a big project worth half their grade at the end of the semester on the symbolism and themes presented in the book.
If Katsuki was being honest, he really liked the book. The forbidden lovers aspect really settled inside his chest, his heart aching with a feeling of comfort that came from the recent realization that just like Romeo and Juliet, whoever Katsuki may end up with would possibly inherently also be viewed as a ‘forbidden’ lover.
Homosexuality wasn’t as uncommon as it used to be, but the implication of his feelings being ‘wrong’ and ‘impure’ simply because he finds people of the same sex to be attractive is definitely still a criticism that he could be faced with.
Again, not like Katsuki gave much of a fuck what other people thought, though. It was just nice to actually relate to what he was reading for once. Two humans, never meant to cross paths romantically. Two humans, forbidden to fall in love. Two humans, star-crossed and head over heels for each other. Two humans, driven to tragic outcomes due to being unable to overcome the obstacles forced upon them from challenging societal constraints for love.
That shit goes hard as fuck.
These old timey books were hard for him to really get into, but this one felt like a breeze. He looked forward to reading it. So damn much, in fact, he was a whole act ahead of everybody else in the class.
“Wanna train a bit tomorrow, then?” Kirishima’s voice grabs his attention, pulling him from his train of thought. “Since you’ll be at the gym anyway…”
“You are insufferable,” Katsuki says with a chuckle. “Sure, whatever. Meet me there at two. If you’re late, I’ll kill you.”
Kiri gives him a faux salute, his back straightening in his chair as he gives his head a sharp nod. “Aye, aye, Captain!”
Katsuki snorts and rolls his eyes. “Dumbass.”
Before Kiri can open his mouth to respond, the professor clears his throat and begins talking about the last act the class was told to read over the last week. Katsuki turns his attention to the yapping professor, his mind shutting off every thought that didn’t involve the heavily sticky-noted book on the desk before him.
–
English class comes to a close with the professor announcing to the class that they needed to read the next act by next Friday–and there would be a quiz on it. Katsuki makes a mental note to reread it by next week, just to brush up on the text and make sure he’s ready to crush the fuck outta the quiz.
A hand clapping onto his shoulder flips his usual brain back on.
“Weekend time!” Kiri says excitedly, his arms stretching out behind him. “I’m ready to go home and just crash the hell out, man!”
“Not me, asshole. Still got one class left,” Katsuki says with a roll of his eyes. “And you should be getting in some extra practice. We’ve got a game next weekend.” He shoves his stuff into his backpack, zipping it up and slinging it over his shoulder as he stands.
“Damn, I forgot! Sorry, dude,” he says sheepishly, a hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “And you’re right, I should at least shoot some free throws before heading home.”
“Duh, Hair For Brains. Chop to it,” Katsuki says with a teasing grin, mimicking the hand clapping onto Kiri’s shoulder as he passes by him.
He doesn’t wait for a response, his feet carrying him across campus to the art department. He makes his way to the ceramics room, stepping inside and finding his regular stool at the big wooden table by the window. He drops his bag on the table before heading to the shelves on the left side of the room–scanning the rows for his latest sculpture.
Today, they were glazing.
The assignment they were given at the start of the week was simple; make something that has a secret meaning to you.
The secret meaning did not need to be shared, so the students were encouraged to really dig deep.
So, Katsuki sculpted a lotus, sitting on a lily pad.
The lotus flower grows out of the mud, symbolizing Katsuki’s growth from when he was a dumbass, snot nosed brat–as well as displaying the journey of his soul, emerging from darkness into the light. His recent sexual awakening also played a role in his sculpture; he wanted to portray the growth of his heart, the enlightenment of his being.
He is no longer the budding roots below the murky waterline. He is a beautiful, flourishing flower that is ready to be bathed in the light.
He’s ready to be seen.
He’s ready to be Katsuki.
A soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he finds his piece. The ceramics teacher had fired them after class on Wednesday morning, so they were all ready to be painted and glazed. His fingers wrap around his creation delicately, lifting it off the shelf and bringing it closer to his eyes for inspection. He twists his piece around, turning it side to side as he appraises his work.
Not bad.
His smile only grows as he brings his piece back to his table, placing it down gently before turning on his heel and heading to the table with all the colours and textures of glazes. He settles on a two-toned lotus–he picks a soft white for the base of the petals, a warm baby pink for the tips. He grabs a deep green for the lily pad, chuckling to himself as he resonates the green glaze with the shade of Izuku’s mop of curls.
He brings his chosen colours back to his table before he puts on a smock, protecting his clothes from the liquids he’s about to paint with. He did not wear his nice clothes to school just to get covered in ceramic glaze right before his… ‘hangout’ with Izuku.
‘Nice clothes’ may be a bit of a stretch for what he’s wearing, but he still didn’t want to ruin them. He was wearing his favourite orange knit sweater and black jeans. He decided to complete the fit with his signature black lace up combat boots that he wore ninety percent of the time. It was usually either these stompers or his basketball shoes.
He wanted to put a bit more effort in than usual. He typically lives in grey sweats and black t-shirts, so he decided to wear something he’d wear if he was going on an actual date.
Katsuki’s stomach fluttered at the thought of drinks with Izuku being a date. He pulled his airpods out of his pocket and popped them into his ears before scrolling his playlist on his phone, selecting a song at random and shoving his phone back in his pocket.
Gotta stay focused.
Time to get to work.
–
Katsuki managed to focus on his piece for the entirety of the class. Denki didn’t show up, so he didn’t have anybody yapping his ear off today. He painted his lotus, starting with the lily pad, moving up to the petals once he had done the base for the pad. He gave the petals their base coat and then began adding more intricate details with different shades and hues of the colours he picked. He added texture to the lily pad, added shadows and highlights to the petals. He even added a little dusting of a lilac shade to the inside of the petals for more depth.
By the end of the class, he was feeling really good about his piece. He actually had a lot of fun with it; painting and creating a sculpture that he felt somewhat connected to. It was a part of him–more than just a piece of his art. Katsuki poured his soul into this one. His soul that he still has yet to truly show another person.
It’s both extremely nerve wracking and insanely exhilarating.
He carried his piece over to the kiln and placed it inside, making sure to leave enough space between his and the other pieces already placed inside. He returned his colours and washed his brushes, washed his hands, took off his smock and then collected his stuff. Airpods still playing in his ears, he pulled his phone out of his pocket after slinging on his backpack. He checked the time, noting that he had exactly fifteen minutes to make it to Erasure if he wanted to be on time.
Shoving his phone back into his pocket, he jogged all the way to his car with his lips threatening to quirk up into a smile.