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Katsuki sat in his bed and groaned, letting his head fall onto the pillows again.
“Fucking hell, goddamn idiot nerd!” He growled to his empty room.
Connecting his phone to his Bluetooth speaker, he turned on the most aggressive music he could find to drown out his thoughts. Who gave a fuck if it was late at night? Okay, it wasn’t late; Katsuki had a very serious sleep schedule. Yet, even with the screaming and the banging drums, his mind was filled with messy green hair, bright matching eyes, and so many fucking freckles.
Izuku Midoriya was his biggest nightmare and wettest dream all wrapped up in one. He looked strong as fuck, had big, bright eyes, and a million-watt smile. He was also a stuttering idiot and a helpless fool in the kitchen but when you got past that he wasn’t the worst person to talk to. He was obsessed with All Might, to like a stalker level; Katsuki would be very worried if the character was a real guy. Katsuki wasn’t sure if he wanted to punch him and hopefully get some sense knocked into the nerd or kiss him within an inch of his life.
Without even realizing it, he was out of bed and pacing the length of his room like a caged lion. He turned down the speaker volume not wanting to ruin his ear drums the next time he played music, paused it, and walked out of his room.
Katsuki groaned and the scowl on his face deepened as he walked to the living room. Kirishima and Kaminari were playing video games because of course they were.
“Bakubro! Hey! What’s up?” Kiri asked, looking over at him quickly.
Kaminari just yelled “Hey!” and kept playing.
Katsuki just flipped them off as he walked to the couch and flopped down.
Fuck. So, here’s the thing. Katsuki had been with a handful of guys, but never in a relationship sense. It was more like… “we’re both hot and obviously into each other, let’s fuck”. He and Deku were kind of friends. But Deku made him want more; more than he had wanted with anyone else before. How the hell does he do that? Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Oi! Idiots! I need your help with something,” Katsuki said to them over the din of the TV.
Katsuki watched as Kirishima paused the game and looked between Kaminari and him. Kaminari was just staring at Katsuki with a wobbly smile on his face and then he spoke.
“Oh! Baku-babe! We thought you’d never ask! What is it? Whose body are we hiding?”
“Motherfucker, don’t call me that!” Katsuki roared at the blond. “And no bodies, yet .”
“Dude, what’s up? It’s so manly of you to ask for help.”
“This doesn’t leave the fucking house,” Katsuki said before starting. He stared at his friends until they nodded. He rushes through his next sentence, feeling like a fucking preteen boy, “I like someone and I think he likes me but I don’t know what to do.”
Kirishima and Kaminari balked at him for a split second before verbally dog-piling on him with questions and support.
“This is great, dude!” Kirishima said, “I bet they’re really special then!”
“Yeah, anyone Bakugo likes, we like too. Instant home run,” Kaminari added. Then he winked.
“Ugh, calm down about it. It’s not that big of a deal.”
“No!” Kirishima said, “I’ve never heard you say you liked someone! I mean I know you’ve been with some guys but I didn’t think you liked them? Did you?”
“Yeah, this is exciting, dude!” Kaminari cheered, “What can we do? Help you seduce him?”
Bakugo rolled his eyes, “No, Dunce Face, I could do that easily. Tch. I want to, like, hang out with him.”
“Okay, so ask,” Kirishima said, like it was simple.
“How do you know him?”
“He’s in my cooking class.”
“Wait is this-?” Kaminari said, while Kirishima supplied “Oh my god, just say Deku.”
Katsuki scowled and dropped his eyes to the floor. He was grumbling, “That’s why I need your help. Don’t make me fucking regret it.”
“Maybe fixing your attitude would be a good first step!” Kaminari said. Kirishima hit him in the arm.
“Do you wanna fucking die?” Katsuki asked, glaring and raising a hand.
“Please no!” Kaminari teased, “Spare me, Dynamight!”
Katsuki rolled his eyes, “I’ll never get why you call me that dipshit name.”
“Okay, dude, if you want to know what to do, I think you just gotta tell him !” Kirishima smiled at Bakugo.
Denki was going off at the same time: “–explosive personality and because you like superhero comics. For some who loves to give nicknames, it’s funny that you don’t really understand you–”
“Oi, I’m nice! I made you dinner twice this week!” Katsuki fired back.
“Yeah, but this is about Deku, not us,” Kirishima said, “Is that really his name? He must have had it rough growing up.”
Katsuki let out a cackle. “His name’s Izuku. Kanji looks the same,” he explained, “Plus he spilled fucking coffee on me, can’t follow directions half the time, and is annoying as shit.”
“And yet here we are,” Kaminari sighed, his eyes fluttering closed.
“Tch. Whatever.” Katsuki started to walk out of the living room. This was useless, he’d fucking figure it out by himself.
“Hey! Wait, no!” Kirishima pushed himself off the couch to follow Bakugo. “You went out with him tonight didn’t you? How’d that go?”
“Yeah! Plus, you already know he likes guys, so he’ll either pick it up right away or let you know otherwise,” added Kaminari.
Katsuki stilled at this; remembering their conversation, how Izuku had looked when coming out to him, the seriousness he’d worn. His smile when Katsuki came out in return, the support he’d offered.
The other two boys could tell something was up by the look on Katsuki’s face. Kirishima gave him a wobbly smile and Kaminari let his face fall into the palm of his hand.
“You don’t even know if he likes boys!?” Kaminari and Kirishima asked at the same time.
“I do! It…came up? At dinner tonight.”
“Oh my god!” Kirishima groaned. At the same time, Kaminari whined, “Hopeless!”
“You all fucking suck,” Katsuki said back to them. “I’m so over this. Forget I even asked, dickheads. I’ll figure it out myself.”
“Bakubro! Don’t be like this! We’re allowed to tease you, we’re friends,” Kirishima said, throwing arm around Katsuki’s shoulder before he could walk away again.
Bakugo immediately shrugged him off, scowling. He pushed him away with a hand to the face, “Die, Shitty Hair!”
Kirishima laughed him off and kept talking, “No, dude, it’s just that you basically went on a date tonight. You took him to dinner, you both like guys, you have things in common.”
“Yeah!” said Kaminari, dropping a wink, “I mean, imagine if you’d paid for his food too! It's like you’re in a relationship already.”
Katsuki grumbled under his breath. He really shouldn’t have talked to these two idiots about Deku.
“What was that?” Kirishima asked. Katsuki glared at him.
“I said, I did pay for his dinner.”
Again he was bombarded with shouts and his friends now psychically dogpiling onto him.
“Tch. Whatever. I’m going to bed.” Katsuki said, pushing his friends off of him.
He could figure this out. He’d fucking get Deku.