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It all started with the passing of The Symbol of Peace.
All Might’s health had been slowly declining as the years passed; they knew it was coming, and yet the news still shook the nation. However there was one soul in particular who seemed to grieve the most, Midoriya Izuku: disciple of All Might, inheritor of One For All, future Symbol of Peace.
Izuku unfortunately found himself the subject of media attention soon after his hero’s passing; All Might’s will had been brought to light, and Izuku was listed as the sole heir to All Might’s estate. The estate in question was a modest two story home, “hidden in plain sight” one might say. From there, Izuku was to do with All Might’s belongings as he saw fit, whether that be keeping them for prosperity or distributing the wealth and memorabilia to those who were closest to the former number one hero.
Despite the incredible amount of inheritance, it wasn’t as if it was an easy transition. Right now, Izuku was most certainly not moping around the agency. He kicked a wall gently, as if it was the cause for all his problems. It had only been a week or so since All Might’s funeral and memorial, one of the largest celebrations of life that the nation had seen. He stared at the wall in front of him, scrutinizing it. How dare it stand there so pure and white when the whole world should be in mourning? Izuku knew that All Might would not want to be honored by the constant rain cloud that seemed to float over his head, but he just couldn’t kick the cloud away without distraction, sue him.
Luckily for him, Izuku could always count on something else to focus on in their agency. Many members of his class had ended up working together as pro heros, thus giving him the opportunity for distraction from one of his many friends turned colleagues. This particular distraction just so happened to go by the name of Bakugou Katsuki.
“Fuck my apartment, fuck mold, and fuck this whole goddamn week.”
Izuku rounded the corner, leaving the offending wall to its business and looked out onto the main floor of their agency. Katsuki was angrily seated at his desk with an assortment of random items, ranging from clothes to three small succulents, and a small crowd of friends and fellow heros.
“Some assholes were complaining about a funky smell coming from the vents in their apartment, and guess what they found? Black fucking mold.” Katsuki groaned, pressing the palms of his hands into his eyes. “Fuck them and their mold. They expect us all to go stay in a goddamn hotel until they rip out and replace the whole goddamn AC unit for the WHOLE GODDAMN COMPLEX.” Katsuki groaned, practically slamming his head down onto the desk in front of him.
Next to him, Kaminari laughed and slapped his hand down onto Katsuki’s shoulder. “The great and powerful Ground Zero, brought down by a little mold.” A chorus of snickering laughs filled the room. Katsuki growled and grabbed Kaminari’s wrist, twisting his arm painfully.
“Get. Fucked.” He released Kaminari, who was still laughing at Katsuki’s misfortune despite being grabbed so harshly. Even with the small warning sparks coming from Katsuki’s palms, the small group surrounding him had no plans to stop their barrage of inquiries about Katsuki’s current homelessness.
“Is the apartment gonna pay for your expenses?” Uraraka leaned forward onto the balls of her feet. She was still concerned about money, even with her current job as a pro hero. Old habits die hard. Asui stood beside her, nodding along, a simple Kero following Uraraka’s question.
“Is black mold really all that bad?” Kirishima tilted his head, trying his best to stay out of the warpath.
“I’ll have you know that Stachybotrys Chartarum is nothing to be messing around with!” Iida waved his hand strongly at Kirishima, ready to launch into a full scientific explanation regarding the health detriments of black mold.
“Iida, what did you just call it?” Mina and Sero glanced at each other before looking back at Iida.
“Dude.. did you bring your underwear to work?”
At Kaminari’s comment, another wave of laughter made its rounds until Katsuki finally had enough. He grumbled a string of curses under his breath and pushed his chair back aggressively, storming off towards Izuku and the offensive wall from earlier.
“Fucking say something shitty Deku.” Katsuki dared him as he rounded the corner and headed back towards the locker room. Izuku simply held his hands up in a defensive position, as if to say ‘Go on ahead, I have nothing to contribute.’
Katsuki squinted, a hard crease appearing in the middle of his forehead before he continued out. “I’m going out on patrol, tell whoever’s on duty for Kamino ward that they can take the afternoon off. I’m not gonna sit around this shit hole listening to those bastards talk about me for the rest of the goddamn day.”
Izuku simply nodded his assent and continued into the main office that Katsuki had just abandoned. He went over to his desk and plopped down with a sad thunk. Uraraka shot him a sympathetic look and headed over towards his desk.
“How’re you doing?” She asked, leaning against Izuku’s shoulder lightly.
“I’m okay,” Izuku sighed, leaning back to rest his head against her stomach where she had been leaning against him, “You know what? I take it back. Everything hurts and it sucks.”
Uraraka laughed lightly and placed her hands on top of Izuku’s head. “How’s the moving process going?”
“Slow.” Izuku placed his hands on his face, squishing his cheeks in frustration. “I’ve moved most of my things from the apartment into All Might’s house. Nothing is unpacked though. I just changed all the bedding and left all my stuff in boxes in the living room. It feels so big and lonely in his house. It just makes me sad.”
“When are you going to start considering it your house? He left it to you for a reason. He wouldn’t want to see you moping around like this Izuku.” She placed her hands over his, squishing his face into a poor mockery of a fish. “We’re all sad, don’t misunderstand me, but you had this special bond with him that none of us could even begin to grasp. You should honor his memory right?” She kept her hands on his face and moved his head to nod along with her words before dropping her voice into a deeper register, “Of course Ochaco-sensei! You’re so smart and beautiful and kind. Here, have this giant sack of money for being so helpful!” Uraraka laughed and dropped her poor impersonation of Izuku, who smiled brightly at her silliness.
“Thanks, Ochaco. You know, if you ever needed financial help-” Izuku was cut off swiftly when she placed her hand over his mouth.
“I was just teasing you. I’ll let you know if I’m ever in an emergency.” She smiled brightly. “So, Mr. Lonely. I have an idea that you may or may not hate me for.”
“What?! I could never hate you Ochaco! But why would you suggest it if-” Uraraka cut him off again, her hand firmly pressed over Izuku’s lips.
“Blasty McSplode is having some housing troubles as you may have heard. Why not invite him to stay in that big ol’ lonely house of yours?” She wiggled her eyebrows at him teasingly before sealing it with a wink.
Izuku flushed red, immediately regretting ever mentioning his feelings towards his childhood friend back in their days at U.A.
“Ochaco,” he hissed quietly, hitting her softly, “That was years ago. Our friendship is actually half decent now, I really don’t want to screw any of that up because of someone meddling with a relationship that will never. Happen.” He squints at her playfully, punctuating his last few words with a very Iida-esque hand gesture.
“Hey, just think about it. What’s the worst that can happen?” She winked again before flouncing away back to her own desk.
So- Think about it he did. In fact, Izuku spent the rest of his day in the office thinking about what it would be like to not only have a roommate in that empty house of his, but to have that roommate be none other than Bakugou Katsuki. ‘What’s the worst that can happen?’ Uraraka had asked. Izuku made a short checklist in his mind.
One- Kacchan could freak out, blow his head off, and never speak to him again.
Two- Kacchan could sneer at him, asking him why he thought they would ever be close enough to share a home like that.
Or three- Kacchan could simply look at him with that subtle frown on his face and just say no. That one would probably hurt most of all.
But, he could say yes.
Izuku groaned, and let his head fall with a thump onto the desk below him. It made sense, really. It would be helping out his friend, and maybe he wouldn’t feel as out of place if he had another person to keep him grounded.
Izuku sealed his fate the second that Katsuki walked back onto the main floor of the agency, having changed back into street clothes after his impromptu patrol. Izuku watched as Katsuki walked back over to his desk and picked up one of his boxes of personal belongings, scowling at the pile before him.
‘Now or never, Izuku. You can do this’ he said to himself before walking over to Katsuki’s desk.
“Do you have somewhere to stay for the night?” He asked, trying to act as normal as he possibly could, which of course, came out sounding terribly out of place.
“Deku, if you have something to say, fuckin’ say it. Don’t just stare at me from across the room and then try to act like that shit is normal.” Katsuki sighed, placing the box back down onto his desk. He narrowed his eyes in slight irritation before gesturing for Izuku to continue.
Izuku was caught off guard, but pushed forward with his plan anyways, “I was just, well uh,” he coughed trying to calm his nerves, “I was going to see if you wanted to stay with me. At All Mi-- Uh, at my new place?” Izuku chewed on his bottom lip, “I mean, you don’t have to or anything. I was just thinking like, it would be cheaper and maybe we could keep each other company, not that I’m lonely or anything, I mean I kind of am, the house feels really big and empty sometimes-- Ah! But that’s not the point this isn’t about me this is about- mmphh!” Izuku’s train of mumbling was cut off by a hand over his mouth, the third time that day.
Exhaustion dulled Katsuki’s eyes as he nodded slightly at the other pro hero.
“Then help me carry my shit out to my car. What’s your fuckin’ address?”
Izuku’s eyes widened at Katsuki’s quick acceptance, heart rate still sky high. “Ah- Yeah sure, here-,” He jogged back to his desk and snatched the nearest piece of scrap paper he could, jotting down the address in a hurry. “Here it is,” He handed the paper over to Katsuki, who was still squinting at him, “It just looks like a normal house, nothing grand or insane like the Todoroki’s” Izuku tried to act as natural as he could, but that was proving difficult. Katsuki was still looking at him with those piercing crimson eyes, unsaid questions lingering in the air around them.
Izuku sighed and scrubbed his hands over his face; being open and honest with Katsuki was apparently the only way out of this one sided staring contest.
“Look, I just-- Didn’t actually think you’d say yes, alright?”
“Why the fuck not?” Katsuki finally spoke, tone as annoyed as his facial expression looked.
“I don’t know? Look, it’s stupid alright, let’s just--” Izuku scooted over to grab a few things off Katsuki’s desk. “You ready?” He asked, hoping that that would be the end of their conversation.
“Hmph.” Katsuki grunted in Izuku’s direction, grabbing the rest of his boxes and heading out towards the door.
It was silent as Izuku followed Katsuki all the way out to his car before moving to his own. There were no platitudes to drive safe, no ‘See you at home then,’ just an unnerving radio silence from both ends.
The entire ride home, Izuku had anxiously been cataloguing all his thoughts into neat little piles, or so he tried.
‘All right. Kacchan is going to be in All Mights house with me. Oh god, he’s gonna be in my house with me. We haven’t had a sleepover since we were both children. Does this even count as a sleepover? No, of course not, we’re adults, get a hold of yourself. Don’t treat him any differently, don’t make things weird. You’re helping him out while he’s in a shitty situation.’
Izuku took a deep breath and pulled himself out of his own mind as he parked neatly on one side of the garage.
‘The house… My house. Uraraka was right. If I want to make this place feel more like home then I need to start acting like it’s actually mine.’
He got out of his car and waited for Katsuki to park beside him in the two car garage, moving to unlock the door before going to help his new roommate. Once Katsuki had situated his car beside Izuku’s, the pair moved to start unloading his belongings from the trunk.
“So, I’m going to apologize in advance when you see the state of the house. I uhh, I still haven’t finished unpacking my own belongings, let alone moved on to sorting out All Might’s things. I’ll change the bedding for you in the guest bedroom while you unpack.”
Katsuki grunted his response while attempting to juggle the rest of his belongings in his arms.
Izuku balanced the box he was carrying on one arm while he opened the door. The home was decorated with a western furnishing style, something out of an American home and garden magazine. Katsuki hadn’t known what to expect from the home of the former number one hero, but somehow he wasn’t surprised in the slightest. He followed Izuku through the living room and up a small flight of stairs leading to a small loft. The loft however, was scattered with boxes haphazardly stacked on one another. It looked like a mover’s nightmare. Izuku winced as he led Katsuki passed the mess to the right side of the loft.
“Well Kacchan, here is your room,” Izuku pushed open a door leading to a moderately sized bedroom. It was decorated in a conservative manner, obviously meant for visitors to the old pro hero’s home.
“There’s an adjoining bathroom that you can enter through there,” Izuku pointed to a door against a far wall, “Or you can enter it through the hallway. The master bathroom is attached to my room so this one is all yours. I won’t be coming in here for anything.” Izuku laughed softly. Katsuki’s silence throughout their entrance into the home was beginning to unnerve him more and more.
“Aha well, feel free to explore the house. I won’t give you a grand tour because well, I’m still figuring out everything too, and I mean, it’s just a house.” Izuku forced a smile and turned to leave his new roommate.
“Hey, Deku?” Izuku’s stomach jumped into his throat when Katsuki finally spoke.
“Ah- Yes, Kacchan?”
“Hmph.. You need to clean this place up before it turns into a shithole like the dorms.” Katsuki cracked a small smirk, his words more teasing than anything.
“Ah! Yes, Kacchan!” Izuku laughed, a soft blush making its way up his neck. “Why don’t we both do some unpacking and I’ll order us some takeout?”
Katsuki just nodded at Izuku before turning his back to start unpacking his things.
About an hour and a half later, Izuku returned with a quiet knock to Katsuki’s door.
“Hey Kacchan, I’m calling in an order at a local curry house, what do you want?” Izuku called through the wooden door, waiting a few seconds before heading inside.
Katsuki’s room was mostly unpacked. From what Izuku could see, there were three small succulents sitting on the window sill, a few toiletries atop different dressers, and the open closet revealing the organized wardrobe within. He hadn’t decorated much of the room around him or added anything to the surrounding walls, but Izuku could see that the blonde had finished sorting his clothes and putting away more of his personal belongings in an hour than Izuku had put away this entire week. Katsuki was seated on the center of the bed, tapping away at his phone with a small frown decorating his features.
“How the hell am I supposed to just guess what’s on the menu? Just pick something spicy for me, I’m not fucking picky.” Katsuki looked up from his phone and rolled his eyes, the screen lighting his face with a warm glow, “How much shit did you get put away?”
Izuku felt his face flush, his fingers coming to rest on the back of his head; his nervous habits always seemed to get worse whenever Katsuki was around. He tossed a paper menu on the edge of the bed, gesturing for Katsuki to pick something himself.
“I was able to unpack some of my home stuff, but… I need to get rid of All Might’s clothes and everything from the closet and drawers before I can put any of my own things away.” He mumbled,bracing himself for what was coming next.
But instead of a hardened lecture, Katsuki sighed and ran a hand down his throat, fingers coming to rest on his collar bone. His tone was stern, but laced with a gentle concern that only Izuku and those closest to him were able to pick up on.
“Deku, I know it’s hard and shitty, but you’re never going to be able to live like this. Tomorrow, I’m gonna call the agency and let them know that we can stay on call, but we’re gonna work from home because you need to get this place together. Nobody is going to give you shit about it.”
Izuku grimaced, knowing that Katsuki was right. He’d been moved in for a full week already and hadn’t even began to go through any of the former number one hero’s belongings. Every time he thought about having to go through everything and throw things out, he felt physically ill.
“Ah, I know, I know. I need to get over it.” Izuku forced a lopsided smile. “As soon as I put the order in I’m gonna look over some things to get rid of. Maybe we can use some of my moving boxes to pack stuff up to donate. Ochaco kinda suggested we auction his things off, I think she was joking, but I wouldn’t feel right doing that, it’s not what All Might would’ve wanted. But who am I to know what he wanted, I didn’t even know he wanted to leave me everything so I’m just--” Katsuki held his hand up, a light popping coming from the center of his palm.
“Deku. Stop talking, stop over-thinking everything, and go order us food. And take your shitty menu with you, I already told you to pick for me.” Katsuki tried to match Izuku’s prior smile, a soft smirk finding its way to his face instead. “Just fuckin’ breathe once in a while, will you?”
“Ah, you’re right Kacchan,” Izuku chuckled, feeling a bit better, “I’ll go put that order in then.”
Izuku turned and left the room, leaving Katsuki’s door open in case he changed his mind about his order. He padded across the carpeted loft back to his own bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, phoning in their take-out order. The woman over the phone estimated a 35 minute wait, giving Izuku enough time to keep up his promise to Katsuki. He stared at the various dressers and chests in the room before coming to land on the closet door. The master bedroom held a walk-in closet, something that Izuku hadn’t wanted to touch since moving in. He’d taken one brief look inside before, saw the sheer amount of clothing and personal memorabilia the small room held and indefinitely decided to leave the room alone.
Izuku took a few deep breaths to steel himself as he walked over to the closet. ‘It’s just clothes. Why are you even freaking out?’ he told himself, in some poor attempt at a pep talk.
He opened the door and stepped into the closet, taking in everything around him. He decided to start small, going for the collection of the late hero’s clothing. Lightly, he ran his fingers across several retired suits, worn-in tee shirts, and various other garments belonging to his predecessor, the textures of the fabric almost hypnotizing. But one in particular caught his attention-- a familiar yellow suit, black pin stripes running parallel against one another on the hanger. Countless memories began to flash through his mind. This suit had given him his acceptance into UA; it saved the once small teenagers from the League attack back at the USJ. This had been the suit to sit him down and talk about One For All and the true dangers of his quirk.
Izuku hadn’t realized that he’d started crying until he felt a warm hand on his shoulder, pulling him from his own thoughts.
“Hey.. It’s gonna be okay. Look at me,” Katsuki guided Izuku back out of the closet, hand never leaving Izuku’s shoulder.
“We-- We should probably call David S-Shield and see if he wants the-- the old suits.” Izuku’s eyes glazing over as he tried to hold it together.
“Deku, hey look at me-- Izuku,” Katsuki gave his shoulder a light squeeze, “Izuku, you don’t have to do this alone, okay? Fuck, I just… You don’t need to be strong in front of me. I promise.”
That was all it took for Izuku to release the sob he’d been holding on to. He leaned forward into Katsuki, resting his head against the blonde’s chest as he broke down. Slowly, he released his clenched hands to cling onto the hem of Katsuki’s shirt, shoulders heaving from the weight of his tears.
“K-Kacchan, I don’t want him to be g-gone.” Izuku sniveled into the soft fabric on Katsuki’s chest. Katsuki hesitantly brought his arm around and gave Izuku a few awkward pats on the back before letting himself relax into their current position. Calloused hands rubbed small circles into Izuku’s skin, his fingers dancing across the rise and fall of broken shoulders.
“Me too, ‘Zuku… Me too.”
Katsuki held onto Izuku until he calmed down enough to let him know that their dinner should be picked up soon... Katsuki took the paper menu and headed out in his stead, deciding that it was for the best to let Izuku catch his breath and get himself ready before dinner.
The trip was quick, the curry house was only a handful of blocks away. Katsuki realized mid-drive that he could’ve walked, but there was something strangely therapeutic about driving through the dark streets with the windows down and letting the cold air hit his face. He hadn’t seen Izuku break down like that before. It was a very different kind of pain that had painted his broken features, something that Katsuki longed to never see again. That in mind, he paid and picked up the food as fast as possible, not wanting to leave the other alone for too long.
When he returned, he found Izuku already waiting downstairs, having set out two placemats at the dining table with a pair of tea cups by each one. Izuku’s smile was still small and laced with hurt, but it was genuine nonetheless.
“Thanks Kacchan. For everything.” He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Shall we?” he gestured for Katsuki to sit down, pulling both their chairs out. Katsuki couldn’t help the small smile that made its way to his own face in return as he moved to unpack their dinner.
The pair ate in relative silence, no words needing to be shared between them. Izuku picked everything up and discarded their trash once they had finished eating, the small smile from earlier still gracing his features. Katsuki wasn’t a very tactile person, but he still found himself patting Izuku on the back for the second time that day.
“Things are gonna get better, okay?” Katsuki didn’t want to set him off again, but he also wanted to give some form of reassurance after everything that had happened earlier in the evening.
“I know, I know. Thank you again, Kacchan. I really mean it.” Izuku smiled before a yawn overtook him. “I think I’m about ready to fall into a food coma,” he laughed, “I’m going to head off to bed, okay?” Izuku yawned again, stretching his arms out over his chest. Something warm kept creeping into his chest whenever he looked at his friend before him, and right now, he didn’t want to think about what it was and what it meant.
“I think I will too. G’night Deku.”
“Goodnight Kacchan!”
The two headed upstairs and separated at the loft, each heading to their respective side to get ready for bed. Izuku made quick work of brushing his teeth before climbing into bed. He gazed over at the closet, the emotional high from earlier still flitting around his head like an unwanted insect. He continued to stare, replaying the events from earlier over and over until sleep finally took him.
Across the loft, Katsuki stood staring at the door to his room, wishing he could say more, but ultimately deciding to leave the situation alone.
‘Tomorrow will be a better day.’
Izuku woke up first, sliding out of bed and shucking off yesterdays clothes into an unceremonious heap on the ground. ‘Note to self: get a hamper for the room… Kacchan’s too.’ He opened the door to his en-suite bathroom and turned on the shower, waiting for the water to warm before stepping into the spray.
The water felt good on his back, warm rivulets running down freckled skin. Izuku thought back to the events of yesterday-- in particular, the evening.
God was he embarrassed after having such a complete meltdown in front of Katsuki. Izuku poured a glop of shampoo onto his hand before running it through wet curls. Honestly, he was surprised at Katsuki’s reaction to everything. He had half expected Katsuki to chastise him, maybe curse him out for being so weak.
But no, he had cradled Izuku as if he was something precious, and memories of those fingertips burned into his skin. Izuku’s breath hitched as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. His dick had been limp against his thigh, but with the memories of Katsuki’s touch lingering on his sensitive flesh, Izuku had, quite literally, come to have a hard decision to make.
He took himself in hand, gently pulling his foreskin back to reveal his weeping tip. The movement made him tremble, knocking his head back to let the warm spray hit his neck and run down his chest.
‘I shouldn’t be doing this.. Kacchan is right across the loft, what if he hears me?’
Izuku’s breath came in shudders as his hand moved rapidly down the length of his shaft. Fingertips pressed into the hardened flesh as he reached the head with each stroke, adding a small flick alongside the added pressure. Small, short, hiccupped breaths added themselves to the echoed sounds bouncing off the shower walls.
‘What if it was Kacchan stroking you off right now?’
A wanton moan curled its way from Izuku’s throat, as he fucked into his fist with the added pressure. Would Katsuki be gentle like he was last night, or would he be rough and passionate, marking Izuku’s freckled skin with nips and bites? Izuku let his head fall forward, leaning against the shower wall with his head pressed against his forearm.
“Oh f-fuck Kacc-”
The last syllable of Katsuki’s name fell off his lips with a heady moan as his orgasm ripped through him, the force of his ejaculation painting the wall in front of him. Shame and regret flooded him as the evidence of his actions spiralled down the drain.
‘Izuku, you did not just jerk yourself off to the thought of Katsuki comforting you. What kind of sick bastard are you,’ He self chastised while he finished the remainder of his shower, scrubbing his skin as if he could wash the guilt away.
The shower was meant to make him relax, but now Izuku felt more tense than ever, shutting off the water with more force than necessary. ‘God, what kind of depraved animal are you?’ Izuku continued to scorn himself as he got dressed in his home clothes.
He padded down the stairs to the kitchen to find Katsuki already awake and perched on one of the stools at the counter, mug of coffee clasped between his hands.
“Found the coffee maker, hope that’s okay.” He grunted, looking as if he had had a restless nights sleep.
“Uh, yeah of course. You can use anything you want.” Izuku scratched at his ear. It didn’t seem like Katsuki had heard anything from his bathroom, so he pushed away as much of his guilt as possible. “I’m going to make some eggs, want some?” Izuku headed over to his fridge and cracked it open just a bit, not wanting Katsuki to see its barren interior. Inside the fridge was a dozen eggs, a carton of milk, and a few scattered non perishables that he’d brought over from the old apartment.
“Yeah sure, just scramble some for me.” Katsuki muttered, staring at his mug as if it had offended him somehow; Izuku decided it would be best to make breakfast in silence.
“I always feel like shit in the morning without a workout, but apparently, I left my running shoes in that shitty, moldy apartment to grow more shitty mold on them, so I guess I’m fucked.” He muttered into his coffee as Izuku began to scramble the eggs, whisking a bit of salt and milk into the mixture before pouring it into a pan.
Izuku finished cooking breakfast while Katsuki continued to grumble beside him, taking two plates down from the cupboards above the sink. Quickly, Izuku plated the food and plopped Katsuki’s serving in front of him, and could only watch as he began to shovel food into his mouth.
“Your eggsh tashte like shit” Katsuki mumbled through a full mouth, yet continued to eat them regardless of how he claimed they tasted.
“Well Mr. Picky, maybe you can order us pizza for lunch then.” Izuku took a bite of his own eggs. They were disgustingly dry and more than a little plain.
Okay, yeah, they were pretty shitty.
Izuku finished eating his bland creation before collecting both of their plates and depositing them in the sink with the promise to wash them later.
“Alright. What room are we starting with?” A voice came up behind him, and he caught Katsuki rolling his eyes before proceeding to shove Izuku away from the sink so he could rinse the two plates instead of leaving them to rot.
“Ah- You don’t really need to help me, if you want to just take the day to explore, or--” At that, Katsuki spun around from the sink and thumped him on the head.
“I didn't call off to be a lazy piece of shit today like some people might believe, shitty Deku.” He glared at Izuku, blonde eyebrows quirking up in a dangerous fashion. “So, like I said. What. Room?” Each word was punctuated with another small thump to the top of Izuku’s head.
“Ah, well.. let’s start with my bedroom, I guess. I’m keeping most of the housewares and, uh, furniture and things… really, it’s just most of All Might’s personal belongings that I’ve been avoiding.”
Katsuki winced, understanding now why Izuku had been avoiding his mentor’s personal items for as long as he had.
“Well,” he started, struggling to find the right words for the situation, “Well, you have me now so I’ll do anything that’s, uh… That’s too hard for you, alright?”
Izuku smiled weakly at Katsuki’s attempt at comforting him again.
“Don’t worry Kacchan, I’ll be okay this time.”
Katsuki pressed his lips together in a tight line, nodding in assurance.
“Alright then, let’s do this shit.”
The pair left the kitchen and made their way back up to the loft. Izuku picked up a few of his empty moving boxes and carried them with him back into the master bedroom.
“Let’s start on the drawers fist.”
Izuku grabbed a pen off a nearby dresser and labeled the different boxes for donation.
“Uraraka had a good point about auctioning off some of All Might’s memorabilia, but with what he left me, I really won’t need that kind of extra money.” He chuckled and scratched his head. “I still don’t know why he left it all to me.”
Behind him, Katsuki snorted, “He left it to you because you were his protege. You’re going to be the new symbol of peace one day. Even if you are only the number two hero.” Katsuki smirked at him, hinting at his own number one spot in the future. “If you’re really anxious about it, why don’t you set up a scholarship in his name? Something for future weak little Dekus who dream of becoming a hero?”
Izuku’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, smile rivaling All Might’s own famous one. “Kacchan… That’s actually a really amazing idea! I can contact UA and see about setting something up.” Izuku beamed, heading over to their first dresser.
The pair spent the day sorting through most of the dressers in his room, boxing up some all of All Might’s old clothes and other belongings for donation, and labeling other boxes going to different pro heros. As they sorted, Izuku brought in boxes of his own belongings to put away, replacing the spaces left behind by their cleaning.
Loathe as he was to admit it, time moved faster, and the entire ordeal was much more bearable with Katsuki by his side. For once, he was able to make it through the whole day without bursting into tears. He even stayed true to his word and let Katsuki pick their pizza for lunch, while he chose their takeout for dinner.
Days passed like this, the pair returning to work and coming home together, sharing takeout and sorting through the rest of All Might’s belongings.
But on the dawn of their fifth day together, things changed again.
“Why the fuck do you only have eggs and leftover takeout in this goddamn, piece of shit fridge?”
Katsuki’s irritated voice could be heard all the way up in the loft, where Izuku had sat reading a book on the sofa. So far this week, he had been able to casually distract Katsuki from the fact that he had no food, but it seemed that his luck had finally run dry. Izuku swallowed before abandoning his book on the sofa and headed down to the source of the yelling.
“I, uhh. I don’t know if it’d be better to make up an excuse at this point or not.” Izuku mumbled, just before rounding the corner and crashing into a very angry looking Katsuki.
“How the fuck are you supposed to be a goddamned hero if you don’t eat anything besides shitty fucking takeout?” Katsuki took the styrofoam containers from the fridge and threw them in the garbage with more force than necessary. “That’s it fuckwad, go put some real goddamn clothes on. We’re going out.” Katsuki fumed and stomped away, footsteps echoing throughout the house.
“A-Ah Kacchan where are we going?” Izuku hurried behind him, flying up the stairs to their loft.
“To a fucking grocery store you worthless, unhealthy cretin.” Izuku could’ve sworn he saw the other’s eye twitch as he cursed. He held his hands up in defence, turning to head back towards his room.
“You’ve got five minutes fuck face, then I’m beating the door down.”
Izuku slammed the door and threw off his sweatpants in a hurry, then pulled on some jeans; he left his t-shirt on, but yanked out a burgundy hoodie to throw over it. He ran down the stairs to see Katsuki already waiting by the front door, swinging his keys around his fingers wiTh a menacing rhythm.
“We’re taking my car, it has more trunk space. You’re not making any excuses not to get all the shit you need, got it?” Katsuki threw open the door to the garage and stomped over to his car. He was incredibly annoyed over the entire situation and more so couldn’t believe that Izuku had hid his shitty food situation from him for as long as he had.
“Alright fucknut, listen up. You need more than just eggs to survive. You need proteins and vegetables, fuck even get yourself some canned foods, but you can’t just eat fucking eggs and takeout,” Katsuki scolded as they drove to the store. “I hope your wallet is ready because we’re restocking that poor excuse of a kitchen and I’m making dinner tonight. Got it?” Katsuki turned to flick Izuku squarely on the forehead.
“I get it, I get it. I’m a terrible adult. Maybe you should teach me to cook more than eggs then, Oh great and powerful Ground Zero.” Izuku couldn’t help but laugh at Katsuki’s rant. He was right of course, but Izuku felt a warmth spread through his chest at the thought of Katsuki taking care of him like this.
‘Snap out of it and stop getting attached idiot, he’s only here out of convenience, nothing more.’
Izuku frowned. He knew his subconscious was right, but he desperately tried to shake off the negative thoughts anyways.
They pulled into the parking lot and Katsuki nabbed a decent enough spot so that they could carry out the massive amount of groceries with ease. Katsuki grabbed a shopping cart and pushed it at Izuku before taking a handheld basket for himself. The pair made their way into the store, Katsuki leading and Izuku trailing behind like a small, confused child.
“Alright, we’re going aisle by fucking aisle until you have enough to actually treat your kitchen like it deserves to be treated.”
They wandered the aisles, filling Izuku’s cart with pastas, rice, canned goods, and more. They only picked a moderate amount of fresh ingredients, not wanting anything to spoil if left for a while. This trip was going to put a sizable dent in his wallet, but he would never need to purchase this much food again. As they walked, Izuku noticed the small things that Katsuki was adding to his own basket: tonkatsu, onion, dashi soup stock. He smiled fondly, already knowing what Katsuki was planning.
“Kacchan,” he singsonged, pushing his cart behind the other, “Are you going to make katsudon?” He couldn’t keep the smile out of his voice, his heart inflating once more.
“Tch, keep your eyes on your own basket.” Katsuki shot him a look that gave Izuku all the confirmation he needed.
His Kacchan was going to make him his favorite dinner!
‘He’s not yours. Stop getting attached.’
Izuku halted the cart, his own thoughts sharp and disorienting. This was the second time today he was starting to feel a bit too attached, knowing that Katsuki didn’t feel the same.
It was really starting to hurt.
Katsuki noticed the absence of Izuku’s cart behind him and turned to see what Izuku had stopped to look at. Instead, he saw Izuku trembling as if he was about to have another breakdown in the middle of the aisle.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Katsuki back tracked over to other man, “I was just- Yeah, I am making katsudon, I didn’t mean to snap at you.” He apologized, running his hand down his face.
“A-Ah Kacchan no its not. It’s not you! I just,” he trailed off, trying to find a good reason for his sudden weirdness, “I just thought of All Might again. He loved, uh-- He loved strawberry jam?” Izuku looked at the first thing he could on the shelves nearby, the words coming out sounding like more of a question rather than a statement.
“...Okay then Deku, you can uh. Get some jam if you want, then?” Katsuku answered, tone confused as he started to walk away again. “We need to get this shit home so I can start cooking alright?” He shook his head, blonde locks swaying with the motion.
“Yes, Kacchan!” Izuku trailed after him, chastising himself again for the slip up.
They headed to the check-out and Izuku dutifully paid for his massive cart. He offered to pay for Katsuki’s too, only for him to shake his head and push Izuku towards the exit. They loaded up the trunk of Katsuki’s car and headed home, Izuku mumbling about the different recipes he’d have to try out with all the ingredients in his possession, while Katsuki hummed along and acted as a sounding board.
Arriving home, Katsuki helped carry the numerous bags inside before leaving Izuku to put the groceries away by himself.
“I’m going to start cooking, so organize your own shit, alright?” He grunted, rummaging through different cabinets looking for the pots and pans.
Izuku tried his best to stay out of the way of Katsuki as he prepared their meal, putting things away in the fridge while Katsuki stood by the stove, moving to put away canned goods when he needed to access the fridge and so on. Izuku finished his task right around the time that Katsuki was done cooking, and helped to set out napkins and utensils as Katsuki delicately plated and served their bowls.
“Ah, Kacchan, this smells so good!” Izuku grabbed his dinner and headed over to the dining table, sitting down as Katsuki moved to sit beside him.
Flavor spread itself over Izuku’s tongue as he took the first bite, the sheer deliciousness of it all coating his features.
“Kacchan thith ith tho good!” Izuku spoke with his mouth full of pork before swallowing it down. “You’re such an amazing chef!”
Katsuki preened at the compliments, taking a bite of his own food before acknowledging Izuku’s praise.
“I love cooking. I got even better living at the dorms back at UA because the cafeteria food they tried to feed us should have been fucking illegal.” He chuckled softly, using his chopsticks to artfully bring mouthfuls of rice up to his face.
Izuku couldn’t help but smile, looking at Katsuki fondly.
‘He’s so amazingly talented. I love him so much.’
Izuku’s eyes widened imperceptibly as he shoveled more food into his mouth to keep from talking.
Love? Was he really in love with Katsuki?
Katsuki was oblivious to the other’s plight as he continued talking.
“You know Deku, I could’ve been fucking cooking us shit this whole week if I knew how starved you were for real food. It’s the least I can do for you since you’re letting me stay here.”
‘That’s right Izuku, he doesn’t care about you. He’s only here out of necessity.’
“I mean shit, you’ve got to admit this is better than take out. Besides,” Katsuki smiled, genuine and warm, turning to face Izuku, “I like cooking for you.” He said it quietly, hoping it hadn’t sounded too weak.
However, Izuku was frozen.
‘He doesn’t mean that. He only pities you.’
‘Didn’t he call you worthless earlier?’
‘He saw your break down, he’s only babying you because you’re weak and pathetic.’
‘Weak. Pathetic. Vulnerable. Worthless. Weak. Pathetic. Vulnerable. Worthless.’
Izuku’s chair scraped violently across the floor beneath him. He turned and ran up the stairs, ignoring the worried shout from Katsuki behind him as he bolted into his room and locked the door behind him.
‘Weak. Pathetic. Vulnerable. Worthless.’
Izuku sobbed into his palms as he slid down the door, knees hitting the carpet with a hard thud. Outside he could hear Katsuki rushing up after him, rough knuckles rapping against the wooden door in a panicked fervor.
“Deku, are you alright? What the fuck just happened?”
But he couldn’t answer. His own voice swirled in his head, refusing to let him call out for help. He sat there crying on the bedroom floor for what seemed like hours, listening to the sounds of Katsuki cleaning up the kitchen alone, moving up the stairs to their loft, and hesitating outside Izuku’s door. Eventually soft footsteps moved further away, the too-gentle click of a doorknob leaving him alone with his thoughts.
Katsuki was distraught. He paced the floor of his bedroom staring daggers into the carpet below him. What the fuck got into Izuku? One moment they were having a normal conversation, the other moment Izuku was flying upstairs in the midst of another breakdown. Was this still about All Might? Was this about what almost happened at the store? Katsuki was suspicious about Izuku’s small freak out but didn’t want to push further.
He fumed for the rest of the evening as he waited before deciding that, for the time being, he would wait for Izuku to come to him.
But minutes turned into hours, and hours turned into days.
Three days, to be exact.
Three days since Izuku had looked up at his with those big green eyes and all but fled the dinner table, leaving Katsuki alone.
‘Why the fuck is he ignoring me.’
Katsuki kicked at the corner of his bed, his hands stuffed unceremoniously into the pockets of his sweater. It had been three days since he made their big dinner. That entire day had been fine, eating together had been fine, and then Katsuki had made one comment and Izuku had bolted from the table as if he had told him his mother’s house was on fire or something.
Three damn days where Izuku had ducked, dodged, and full out avoided any unnecessary interaction between the two. There were no more cleaning sessions, shared chores, rides to work together, nothing. As far as Katsuki was concerned, he was living in a house with a literal ghost.
It hurt. It was confusing.
It pissed Katsuki off.
“Arrhhg.” Katsuki bowed his head over, muffling a long groan in his hands. Why was he being like this?
Downstairs, he could hear the front door open, meaning Izuku was home from patrol for the day. Katsuki listened to the sounds of his housemate getting settled in, his ear pressed against the bedroom door: the tossing of shoes in the pile by the front door, running the tap for a glass of water, and finally that slow ascent up the stairs to his bedroom. He listened as the shower in Izuku’s bathroom turned on while he paced his room in small circles.
‘We can’t keep fucking doing this.’ Katsuki ran his fingers through his hair a few times before finally deciding that enough is enough. They’re gonna fucking talk, even if he has to tie Izuku down.
Katsuki opened his door with a bit too much force as he stomped across the loft to the other’s door. He waited patiently for Izuku to finish his shower before rapping his knuckles against the white paint in three even strokes. Padded footsteps made their way across the carpet and paused for a moment, waiting on the other side of the door. However, instead of opening the door, the only answer Katsuki received was a small voice through the wood.
“Yes?”
God, that word pissed him off.
“Deku, we need to fucking talk.” Katsuki tried his best to keep the aggression out of his voice, but knew he’d failed miserably. There was a nervous sigh from the other side of the door before it creaked open, revealing a freshly showered and pink faced Izuku. He had just changed into his home clothes and was looking like he’d rather be dead than having this conversation right now.
“H-Hey Kacchan. What’s up?” Izuku’s smile looked forced, his eyes weren’t sparkling like they normally do.
‘They look sad.’
“You’ve been avoiding me. Why?” Katsuki’s words are blunt, not giving the other a chance to back out of the conversation with fake pleasantries.
“I… I wish we didn’t have to have this conversation right now.”
Katsuki frowns at Izuku’s words, but doesn’t say anything, he only motions for the other man to continue speaking.
“Kacchan… I’m sorry. I have been avoiding you, and that’s not fair. I just...I realized something the other night, something that I thought I had moved past already. I thought... I used to have feelings for you. All that time at UA, god even before that... You always thought that I pitied you. But having you believe that was much easier than admitting that I loved you, you know?” Izuku scrubbed his hands over his face before continuing.
“I thought I could let a few years change how I feel and well, it worked. But then you moved in here and the past, what? Eight days? They’ve been absolutely amazing, Those first few especially, but the other night I realized something. I don’t know if I’ve just been using you to fill the hole left after All Might’s death and fuck if I just don’t know anything anymore. I thought I had moved on from my feelings for you, but have I really had feelings for you this whole time? Am I just being ridiculously weak and vulnerable? Is it just because we’ve been so close living here together? Am I that pathetic and starved for attention?” Izuki broke down further after each statement, pressing the palms of his hands against his eyes in a poor attempt to keep his sobs from consuming him entirely.
Katsuki, to say the least, was shocked. Not once had he even considered any of this in the realm of possibilities as to why Izuku had been avoiding him.
Annoyance? Sure.
Considered Katsuki a burden? Definitely crossed his mind a few times.
Was secretly falling for the man currently standing two feet in front of him?
Zero, Zilch, Nada, Nothing.
However, in a way it made sense. Katsuki mulled over his thoughts and feelings towards the other man, letting the events from their week together, along with memories from his youth wash over him.
Yeah, he kind of wanted this too. His heart thudded deep in his chest. If he did this, their relationship would be changed forever.
‘Fuck it.’
Katsuki brought his hands up and swiped his thumbs across the back of Izuku’s hands before covering them with his own and removing them from his crying face.
“Deku... stop me if you don’t want this, okay? I just...”
Izuku‘s eyes grew wide as Katsuki cut his sentence off to cup his cheek and lean in, pressing their lips together as if Izuku was the most precious and delicate thing in the world. All he could do was inhale sharply, a broken “K-Kacchan” escaping from his lips.
Katsuki’s eyebrows furrowed as he pressed his forehead squarely against Izuku’s, “F-Fuck.. Deku.” His mind was fried, but he took a few deep breaths before diving back in to capture Deku’s mouth once more, this time with more force. He kept the kisses light at first, gentle press after gentle press, their growing hunger threatening to consume them both entirely. The moment could have lasted forever, beautiful and soft as it was, but considering it was them, of all people, it was bound to shatter into something more.
If someone were to ask him, though, Katsuki would blame Izuku for everything that happened after that kiss.
Izuku let his hands drop down to the other’s waist, his fingers squeezing Katsuki’s hips while hands brushed up under the edge of his shirt, calloused thumbs teasing the soft flesh below them. Katsuki growled, taking Izuku’s plump bottom lip and sucking it gently into his own mouth, eliciting a sharp gasp from his partner. Katsuki let his tongue slip out and ran it gently across Izuku’s upper lip, teasing his mouth open before plunging into a deeper kiss.
From there, Katsuki can really only describe what happened as pure, unadulterated passion.
“Bed--- Now.” Katsuki backed Izuku into his room, kissing him breathless as they stumbled backwards. Izuku’s hands never strayed from the other, pulling Katsuki closer with every kiss, holding onto him as if he would disappear if he let go.
Izuku’s thighs hit the edge of his bed and he let himself fall into a slightly seated position. Katsuki pressed his knees open, settling himself between powerful thighs as he continued to explore Izuku’s mouth. Every brush of their tongues sent shivers down his spine and sparks into his vision. It was intoxicating, more powerful than any quirk the world had seen, more addicting than any drug humanity could produce. Izuku’s breath came out in soft pants, his body vibrating as if he had one for all actively thrumming through his veins.
Katsuki cursed under his breath as he started kissing up Izuku’s jawline, sucking gently on his ear lobe and leaving small, biting kisses high up on his neck as his hands began to wander lower. He ran them across Izuku’s abdomen before pushing them up underneath his shirt, yanking the offending garment up and over his head. His fingers danced over freckled muscles, inching higher and higher, calloused fingertips coming to flick over pert buds. Izuku arched and moaned into the warm air surrounding them while Katsuki pressed forward, allowing Izuku to feel his clothed erection pressed firmly against his lower belly.
‘If I just arch my hips slightly--’
“A-Ah Kacchan, please!”
Izuku lifted his hips and surged forward, erections roughly pressed together. Katsuki growled and ripped off his own shirt before grabbing Izuku under his armpits and haphazardly throwing him towards the center of the bed. Izuku watched as Katsuki crawled towards him, pupils blown wide with lust.
“Fucking tease-- You’ve got me hard as hell, you know that?” Katsuki purred as centered himself over the other, teasing his crotch down slowly. “God I want to fuck you.” He rumbled into Izuku’s ear, grinding his hips down over and over. Izuku was thrashing around, bucking wildly up into Katsuki.
“K-Kacchan please-- I need you to touch me, please, please touch me.” His pleading came out in broken sobs, back bending off the bed.
Katsuki didn’t reply, but simply kissed Izuku one last time before moving down the expanse of his body, leaving trails of kisses and bite marks as we went. “Tell me what you want, Deku. Tell me how you want me to touch you.” He rubbed his cheek against Deku’s erection, turning to puff hot air across the covered flesh.
“O-Oh fuck,” he cursed, arching his hips towards the delicious friction. “K-Kacchan, I want to feel your mouth- A-Ah, fuck, please Kacchan-!” Izuku hissed, need straining at the edge of his words.
Not needing any more incentive, Katsuki ripped off the fresh pajamas and boxers that Izuku had just put on. His cock bobbed freely against his belly as Katsuki brought his face down and licked a hot stripe up the center of his shaft. Izuku smelled clean, yet also thick and heady with arousal, his tip already flushed and weeping with precum.
Katsuki sucked the tip into his mouth, his tongue running along the crown. Izuku cried out and bucked forward as Katsuki mapped it with his tongue, shuddering and sobbing with pleasure. Katsuki took the hint and swallowed Izuku whole, his throat opening and closing around his dick as Izuku struggled to remain conscious. The heat was incredible, the pressure intoxicating as Katsuki continued to bob his head up and down. One palm held Izuku’s hips firmly down, while the other rolled and caressed his balls. Occasionally, Katsuki moved his head down to suck one delicately into his mouth, rolling it gently with his tongue.
Izuku was a complete wreck, his forearm pressed tightly across his eyes as he moaned and gasped in the dim room. Suddenly, Katsuki’s mouth was off him and before he could react, Izuku was roughly flipped onto his stomach. He rutted against the sheets below him, aching for more friction, more contact before he felt himself being spread apart, Katsuki’s tongue lapping against his hole in a ceaseless fervor.
“K-Kacchan, a-aah-” Izuku moaned, having never felt these sensations before. Katsuki sucked and licked at him, and it was all he could do to stay steady, stay focused on Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki. His partner pulled off with a loud pop, and ran his fingers over the sensitive bud, his thumb pressing in lightly with all the added wetness from his mouth.
“Deku, please tell me you have lube somewhere.” Katsuki’s words were breathless, his own arousal evident in every syllable that slipped passed those sinful lips. Izuku couldn’t talk, breath stolen from him by the small intrusion suddenly prodding at his entrance. He simply pointed to the drawer beside his bed and hoped Katsuki would get the hint.
Katsuki immediately launched across the bed, ripping into the drawer with reckless abandon. He pulled the half-full bottle from its hiding place and made his way back towards Izuku. It was here that he finally shed the rest of his clothes, throwing them somewhere across the room. His cock hung thick and heavy between his legs, twitching gently against the cool air.
“Used this recently, have you?” Katsuki lubed up two of his fingers, rubbing the excess against his prize. “Tell me, do you think of me when you touch yourself?” He punctuated his sentence with a gentle probe, pushing his index finger through the tight ring of muscle in front of him. “Do you finger yourself Deku? Do you press your fingers as deep as they can reach, imagining it was my cock?” He thrust his finger gently, actions a stark contrast to the brash words slipping from his mouth.
Izuku was a broken record, mewls and moans stuck on repeat. Katsuki’s words filled his veins with heat, and his cock leaked steadily onto the sheets below them. Another thick finger entered him, the burn causing him to cry out louder. It’s a godsend that they weren’t at Izuku’s old apartment; they would’ve been arrested for excessive noise long before they ever reached this point. But Izuku’s moans only seemed to spur on his partner, Katsuki’s thrusts becoming deeper and his scissoring stretching him wider. Finally, Izuku broke.
“K-Kacchan, please, please fuck me already. I need to feel you, p-please…!” He sobbed, forehead pressed firm against the mattress.
“Come here then, you’re going to get on top.”
Katsuki pulled his fingers from Izuku, leaving him twitching and open as he rolled onto his back up against the headboard. Anxious, ready hands grabbed the bottle of lube again and poured some out to rub along his entire length, and he pulled Izuku up to rub the excess against his hole. Izuku straddled Katsuki as careful as he could while his partner held his dick steady below him. Izuku carefully sank down against it, letting the thick organ enter him at his own pace. Below him, Katsuki’s eyes had rolled back, his fingertips bruising into the pale flesh of Izuku’s hips.
Katsuki forced himself to steady his hips, refusing to bury himself too fast into Izuku’s tight body.
“F-Fuck Deku,” Katsuki’s breath came out in wrecked, erratic shudders, “You feel so good…! A-Ah, shit, you’re so tight.” Katsuki bit his lip to keep from shouting as Izuku suddenly came crashing down, taking the rest of his cock in one fell swoop. Izuku’s heat was intoxicating and Katsuki had to put every remaining ounce of self control into his dick to keep from coming immediately.
Katsuki held onto Izuku’s hands as he lifted himself up off Katsuki’s cock before impaling himself again. He let Izuku ride at his own pace, letting the other tease himself further and further before breaking.
“K-Kacchan, I need more! P-Please, I need it! I need you!” Izuku begged, grinding his hips down over and over.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Katsuki grinned wide and feral before pulling on Izuku’s hands so he fell down, chests pressed closer together than he ever could’ve imagined.
“Look at me, Deku... No, Izuku, baby, look at me.” Katsuki grabbed Izuku by his ass and scooted him forward, keeping his knees on either side of his body. He pistoned his hips up into Izuku at a violent speed, the angle letting him run the head of his dick over Izuku’s prostate thrust after thrust. Izuku squeezed his eyes shut, forehead pressed firmly against Katsuki’s shoulder as he fucked into Izuku with blinding speed.
“K-Kacchan, I’m so close-- A-Ah I’m gonna cum, f-fuck!” Izuku sobbed out, white hot pleasure shooting through his veins.
“L-Look at me. Izuku look at me, please. I need to see you, fuck, I need to see you cum.” He forced himself to speed up, fucking into Izuku as hard as he could, stars shooting through his vision.
“K-Katsuki!”
Izuku forced his eyes open, watching as tears fell from the corners of Katsuki’s eyes. He threw his head back and gasped, cum strung across Katsuki’s chest and abdomen as he nearly blacked out from pleasure. He forced his gaze back down just in time to watch as Katsuki’s face contorted in pleasure, burying himself deep inside Izuku as he released.
“Izuku, Izuku, Oh Izuku, you’re mine, hear me? You’re mine.” Katsuki rode out his orgasm, tight fingers leaving bruises on Izuku’s hips. Izuku’s heart soared with emotion as he buried his face into the crook of Katsuki’s neck.
“I’m yours, K-Kacchan. I’m yours. Yours and yours alone.” Izuku sobbed, emotions at full capacity.
They laid there for a while, catching their breaths and calming down, the weight of what they’d just done settling into the air around them. Though he wasn’t usually one to be nervous, Katsuki couldn’t help but bite his lip as he ran comforting fingers across Izuku’s back.
“‘Zuku, you alright there?” he held his breath, his other hand threading itself through emerald curls.
“O-Oh Kacchan, I’m perfect.” Izuku hummed quietly, pressing feather light kisses along Katsuki’s neck, making him shiver.
“All right, here--” Katsuki pulled out of Izuku, feeling his cum drip out of Izuku and down across his own crotch. “I’m going to go get us a towel, okay?” Katsuki moved to get out of bed and was pulled back by Izuku, who nestled his head back down over Katsuki’s chest.
“Just use the sheet, it’s ruined anyways. I can change it tomorrow.” Izuku ran his fingertips lightly across Katsuki’s chest before pressing the palm of his hand down over his heart.
“Did you mean it?” Izuku asked, hoping Katsuki would understand.
“‘Course I meant it. You’re mine, Deku… That is, unless you didn’t want to--” He was silenced by a gentle poke to his cheek.
“I do. I mean, I want it. I want to be with you.” There was a gentle warmth to his smile as he kissed Katsuki on the cheek.
“By the way… were you crying earlier?”
“Tch, I don’t cry. Don’t tell stupid lies.” He huffed, turning his head to face away from Izuku.
“It’s okay Kacchan, I love you too.” Izuku let himself say and feel freely for the first time. He closed his eyes and let himself relax into Katsuki’s hold.
And as they were drifting off to sleep, Izuku could’ve sworn he heard Katsuki say it back.
Another week had passed by the time that Katsuki received the call that it was safe to move back into his own apartment. By this time, he and Izuku had talked about their feelings and had told a few friends about them dating. Izuku returned home to find Katsuki sitting at the bottom of the stairs, looking rather forlorn.
“What’s wrong, Kacchan?” Izuku plopped down beside his boyfriend, resting his head against the other’s agitated shoulder.
“Nothing’s wrong. I just got the call that I can move back to my place is all.” He frowned down at the phone clutched between his hands.
“O-Oh!” Izuku tried to sound cheery, “Ah, um… I’m so glad, Kacchan… so, uh, when are you going to move all your things?”
Katsuki frown turned deeper, and he tossed his phone down the few remaining steps to land on the living room floor.
“I don’t know.... Whenever you want me to, I guess.” He tilted his head to rest against Izuku’s.
“What if… Kacchan, would it be bad if I didn’t want you to?” Izuku drew small patterns across Katsuki’s thigh, “I know we just started officially dating… but I feel like we got to skip a bunch of steps there because well… we’re us.” Izuku waved his hand between them in some pathetic gesture before letting it fall against his leg. “Would it be so terrible if I wanted you to stay?” His voice was quiet and somber.
“You know I don’t actually want to leave, right?” Katsuki mumbled into Deku’s hair, petting the wild curls.
“Well then… Here. I was going to give this to you later so you didn’t have to use the ugly spare anymore but… Consider this my grand gesture,” Izuku smiled and reached into his pocket, fishing out a small orange and black key, “Kacchan, will you move in with me?” Izuku giggled and took Katsuki’s hand, slipping the ring of the keychain over Katsuki’s ring finger.
“Pf-- Fucking nerd, yes of course. Especially if it means I don’t have to pack all my shit back up and carry it to work with me.” Katsuki placed his fingers under Izuku’s chin, turning his head up to place a kiss firmly against his lips. Izuku smiled brightly, his eyes twinkling as he stared at his boyfriend.
“Welcome home, Kacchan.”