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“Hey you alright there buddy?” Kirishima says, motioning to his friend who seems insistent on pushing further into his side. He continues to laugh awkwardly as he’s pushed farther into the corner of the couch. 

“M’fine shitty hair.” 

They’re shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh yet they’re both sharing looks of discomfort. Katsuki stops moving into him so they both sit there idly on the common room couch. 

Katsuki’s eyes are looking down to the floor, his jaw locked and his shoulders filled with tension. He starts to itch his arms in discomfort, causing Kirishima to question him once again.

“Are you alright man? be honest.”

Katsuki looks over to the concerned boy beside him before sighing and looking back at the ground. “Fuck…” he whispered.

“Ei… can you —” he looks over to the red eyes that were already boring into him —“Can you hold me?”

Kirishima’s eyes widen, Katsuki calling him Ei was one thing but requesting physical contact was another! He was struggling to contain the grin on his face, he gathered that this was a big moment.

“I — I mean of course bro, wow this-”

Katsuki let out another disgruntled sigh before looking away and mumbling, “Don’t make this fuckin’ weird.”

“Never! this isn’t weird, it’s manly!” He smiled before wrapping an arm around Katsuki’s shoulder. He could have sworn he heard Katsuki purr into the embrace, he could feel all the previous tension in Katsuki’s shoulders dissipating as he rested his head on his shoulder.

Kirishima rested his own head upon Katsuki’s before exclaiming, “This is nice, cuddling with the bros after a long day of training really takes the edge off, huh?” 

All he gets in response is a farther nuzzle into his neck causing Kirishima to giggle. They stay like this for a while in the comfortable silence, Katsuki had asked for more touches, so Kirishima starts rubbing his hand up and down Katsuki’s arm. For some reason, being  in Kirishima’s arms wasn’t fully giving him satisfaction, which was odd, he was still lacking something that made him want more. The rubbing up and down his arm seemed to help though. 

But of course not every bubble of silence can stay so content, the self proclaimed Bakusquad could be heard trotting down the halls from a mile away. He opened his eyes, he hadn’t realised he’d closed them, and mentally groaned. Why the crap did those shitheads have to come and disturb him? 

He heard a squeal as the head of the Satan’s Spawn Brigade entered his focus. “Aw what’s going on here?” She cooed.

Katsuki could only scowl and roll his eyes. “Fuck off Pinky!” 

“Rude!” She pouted, he heard the rumble of a chuckle beside him before Kirishima answered, “Just a manly cuddle sesh.”

“How come Kacchan never cuddles with me?” Kaminari whines as he flops down on the sofa beside the two cuddling squad members.

“This is a sight to see, that’s for sure.” Sero mentions sitting down in front of the couch with the TV remote in hand. Mina joins him, mirroring Katsuki’s position on the ground, prompting Sero to put an arm around her too.

Kaminari gasps cinematically as he looks between the two cuddle sessions happening before his eyes, “Guys! no fair!” Prompting a laugh out of the other members. Mina pats the spot beside her and Kaminari takes up the offer swiftly choosing to lay his head in her lap.

“Kay, now let’s watch some desperate house wives woohoo!” 

“For fucks sake.” Katsuki grumbles but he stays put. “Damn stupid quirk.”

Earlier in the day

“How’d patrol go, Boy?” Recovery Girl questioned.

“Fine. Kicked villain ass and won.” Katsuki scoffed.

“All the tests I’ve done have come out positive, so now for protocol I need to ask, how are you feeling?”

He frowned, “Fucking fine, dammit.” 

“Language! and I’m asking if any part of you feels different than usual, Boy, you’re in a constant state of grumpiness, so I don’t need to worry about that.” 

Katsuki rolled his eyes before taking a moment to check. “I feel itchy.”

“Itchy? My, what an odd thing.” 

It wasn’t prominent before, but now that he’d mentioned it he felt a burning, crawling sensation take over him. He took off his gloves and started scraping at his skin grunting in discomfort. No matter how hard he scratched, the burn wouldn’t subside. He could feel his lungs restricting as he started to hyperventilate.

Then a cool sense washed over him, the itching dying down significantly. He opened his tear filled eyes and saw Recovery Girl standing on her little stool in front of him with her hands placed reassuringly on his shoulders.

“-kugo? Bakugo?” He realised she was calling to him as her voice came back into focus. “Bakugo? there you are, dear.” She chuckled before continuing, “Gave us a scare there.” 

All he could do is huff, she moved to let go of his shoulders but as she did he could feel the itch slowly creep up again, causing him to stop her hands from moving. “Don’t let go… it burns.” 

Recovery Girl studied him for a moment before sighing contently, “I see.” She placed herself beside him, rubbing a hand up and down his back as the other hand connected to her mic piece on her collar. She paid no mind to how Katsuki seemed to lean into her touch and began to speak.

“Yes, Recovery Girl speaking, bring Aizawa down to the med bay, and ask him to bring a report of the villains Young Bakugo would have dealt with today, thanks.”

Shortly, Sensei arrived looking half dead as usual. “What happened to the problem child now?” He grumbled, causing the granny to laugh, “I fear he’s been quirked.”

Aizawa dragged a hand down his face muttering God knows what about coffee before stepping into Katsuki’s space. He ruffled his hair as he looked his student up and down. “Yes, keep a hand on him just as you are. I’ll quickly skim over the reports you brought.”

The teacher grunted in agreement before moving his hand from Katsuki’s blond tufts of hair to his shoulder. Even though he was shocked, he kept a straight face as his student dropped his head onto his chest.

“Ah a contact quirk, whoever is met with said quirk will develop a big craving to engage in physical contact with other people. If desire isn’t met, a painful itching sensation will envelop them.”

“That explains a lot,” They both said.

Katsuki was less embarrassed now that he had a reason for leaning onto his teacher like this, but he couldn’t help but feel extremely frustrated at the prospect that he’d need to allow people to be in his space in order for him to get by. The quirk was so inconvenient, he knew the repercussions would be brutal.

“Well what’s the verdict?” Recovery Girl chimed in.

“Well he can’t go on patrol anymore. I guess he can still attend school lessons but I’d have to alter the seating arrangement. No quirk training with the rest of his class, it’s impractical.” He took a moment before continuing. “Will he need aid in his sleep?”

“To be honest, I’m not sure, I guess we’ll have to see.”

Katsuki was distraught, he was training to become Number One Hero, he didn’t have time for minor setbacks like this. He would be missing out on so many things, but he wasn’t going to go down without a fight. He sat up and pulled away from his teacher. 

“I’m not sharing a bed with any extra, or sleeping in the recovery bay. If the… itch comes back I’ll know how to handle it just — how long will this last?”

“I’m sorry dear, but I’m not sure, we’ll have to wait it out I’m afraid.”

He groaned. With no further protests from the adults in the room about his conditions, he took his leave along with his teacher. He didn’t shrug off the hand that stayed firm on his shoulder the rest of the walk back to the dorms, either.

Eventually, he shrugged Mr Aizawa off at the door with empty promises of being fine and calling him if he needs it. Katsuki was beyond exhausted, he just wanted to take a hot shower and crawl into bed. So that’s what he did. The heat from the shower helped to soothe him enough so he could catch some decent shut eye, so he retired for the night.

The next day Katsuki woke up feeling like he hadn’t slept at all. On top of that, he felt very agitated. It was the weekend so lucky for him, he didn’t need to socialise straight away. He got up, made his bed, and then walked over to his bathroom and splashed cold water onto his face. The chill made his senses rouse before he brushed aggressively at his teeth.

When he finished, he changed into his typical black tank top and shorts, grabbed his water bottle and a towel, before making his way down to the gym. This was a typical Saturday for him, so regular he almost forgot that he’d been quirked until that familiar tingle began to surface again. It felt mild, tolerable. He quickened his pace, hoping that maybe some intense training could get his mind off things. 

He was wrong, safe to say. He’d cleared another level on the virtual villain simulator his school had implemented. He was feeling exhausted, sweaty but even more agitated than before. He could feel the burn even more now and it wasn’t the post workout one that he’d come to enjoy.

He took his water bottle from the bench as he wiped his face with the towel he brought, trying to regulate his breathing. He walked over to the water station filling up the bottle before glugging down its contents. He wanted to rip at his skin, it hurt so bad, he clenched his jaw, grating his teeth as he made way towards the gym showers.

He had lugged his clothing off and now rested under the heat. It helped take the strain off once again, the heat vaguely emulating how it felt to be encapsulated in a warm hug, and for that he was grateful. 

Luckily he had a spare change of clothes, so he didn’t have to wear his sweat soaked ones right after getting clean again. He changed into them before making a trek back to his dorm room. Well, he tried to at least. He was passing by the entrance near the staircase before Deku entered looking like he’d been on a run.

Their eyes met and a smile stretched across the other’s face as he jogged closer, “Morning Kacchan!”

“Morning, Loser.” He shrugged trying to mask the tidal wave of exhaustion and quirked discomfort that seeped into his bones. He must’ve done a bad job since a worried expression replaced the smile on Deku’s face.

“Are you alright?” He asked before stepping closer. 

Katsuki decided not to beat around the bush and responded, “I’ve been better.” 

Something spiked him harsh and fast, it seemed like the itching sensation had started to flare up again, causing him to hiss as he hunched into himself. “Shit… hey Deku — have you seen Shitty hair?”

Deku seemed startled and perplexed as he thought. “Uhm… I think I saw him heading to the class B dorms like thirty minutes ago.” 

Katsuki groaned internally, he was not going to make it over there without immense struggle. He closed his eyes, balling his hands into fists allowing his nails to dig into his palms. 

He felt a hand on his back, it sent a shiver of relief with it. He looked up to meet Deku’s concerned gaze.

“Kacchan, you can talk to me. What’s going on?”

Katsuki deflated, he didn’t have any other options, the rest of his friends weren’t early risers, and the classmates that were, he wouldn’t dare ask them for help that invasive. So he sucked up his pride, in order to get on with his day he’d have to find a fix and fast. He had a hunch he didn’t need constant contact, just enough here and there, kind of like a phone battery.

He blinked aggressively before standing up straight. “I got hit by a quirk.” He felt Deku tense up beside him before continuing. “It’s a demanding one, I was gonna get help from hair for brains but he went and fucked off somewhere, obviously.”

Without a moment’s notice Deku proclaimed, “I’ll help you!” 

Katsuki took in the determination radiating from the freckled boy. “Tch, Alright.”

“So what do I do?” 

“Take a shower first probably.”

“Right! Sorry, I just came back from a run.” Deku laughed exasperatedly.

“Figured, if your curls being matted to your fat fuckin’ forehead was anything to go by.” Katsuki snickered.

Deku gasped, “How rude!” before whacking him on the shoulder and walking in the direction of the showers.

Katsuki followed on, noticing the hand that was once on his back fell to the side. He decided to wrap his hand around Deku’s wrist, pulling him forward and disguising the real reason for doing so. 

“I was wondering where your fivehead had disappeared to, who knew it would take a miracle of some drenched curls to get rid of it.”

“Kacchan, stop it right now! I know you’re not talking.”

“Hah? what was that nerd, wanna say it again?”

“You heard me, your head is- is a tenhead!”

Katsuki could only gasp as he came up with another comeback, they bickered all the way to the wash room carelessly.

Katsuki and Izuku’s relationship had improved significantly since their fight at ground beta, they had become true rivals, sparring together, studying together often and just giving each other tips, keeping each other on their toes. So the prospect of having him help out with this quirk dilemma didn’t seem as daunting as it probably should have.

They were in Deku’s room now, Katsuki was looking anywhere but at Deku who was now changing into something more decent. “I ain’t got all day Damn Deku.”

“I’m almost done!” He replied while tossing on a plain shirt. He walked over to his curtains and opened the blinds, allowing the light to shine in before sitting next to Katsuki.

“So how can I help?”

Katsuki kept his eyes trained to his lap, yes their relationship had improved but that wasn’t the problem here. The problem was the fact that Katsuki had developed a crush on the guy he was about to ask for help. Requesting a hug from the guy you liked was different from asking someone who was merely a friend.

He just sighed, biting his lip in contemplation. They sat in silence for a bit, Deku didn’t rush him, that was one thing he liked about him. Although he knew when to push him, like in training or on the field, he also knew when to be patient, it made him feel seen.

Deku spoke out again, “Maybe if you were to explain the quirk I could put two and two together, might make it easier.” 

Katsuki could feel that familiar tingle start to brew once again, making him painfully aware that time was running thin before the next flare up. He looked up towards the ceiling, taking deep breaths before staring into his lap again. He hadn’t looked at Deku since, and he wasn’t going to start now.

“A contact quirk. Makes me want physical contact with others. If I don’t, my skin itches really bad, like wanting to rip my skin off bad.”

“Kacchan… that’s horrible.” He whispered.

“And the sky is blue, no shit.”

Deku decided to ignore that snarky comment. “Are you — are you in pain right now?”

“It’s tolerable, but I can’t promise it’ll stay that way for long.”

“Right! so… if I just…” Deku shifted closer to Katsuki before asking, “Do you want me to — Can I put my hands on you?”

“No, I want you to sit there and watch me suffer.”

“Kacchan.”

“Sorry, It’s just-I don’t know. This is new to me.” He finally turned to Deku who was smiling at him in understanding.

“It’s okay Kacchan, we’ll work through this together, alright?”

Katsuki looked away before the heat on his face could manifest. “Whatever.”

He felt the side of Deku’s thigh press against his as an arm wrapped around his waist. The next thing he felt was soft, curly tufts tickle against his neck. Deku looked up at him from where his head was resting on his shoulder. “Is this okay?” He whispered.

Katsuki swallowed, taking a deep breath before wrapping his arm around the other in the same way Kirishima did the other night before nodding. He received a small smile before Deku turned his head away.

It felt awfully intimate, just them in the silence of Deku’s bedroom cuddling in a way that felt natural. To be honest it was quite bizarre, even though they were in a position similar to the one he was in the other night, this embrace felt much more fulfilling. He could feel his heart beating faster, every moment that passed by feeling longer than the last. The feeling of contentment fused into his bloodstream. He rested his head upon Deku’s, his eyes closed, body in peak relaxation.

He didn’t know if it had been ten or twenty minutes, but he felt really good nonetheless. Their moment was interrupted by a ping on Deku’s phone causing them both to startle, they moved apart, albeit reluctantly, and Deku looked at the notification attentively before his eyes widened.

“Shoot! I completely forgot about my meeting with All Might!” he frantically typed something back, probably telling All Might that he’d be there in a moment before turning back to Katsuki.

“I’m so sorry Kacchan but I have to go, do you feel better?”

“Yeah, I feel fuckin’ peachy.” Katsuki stood, walking towards the door leading back to the corridor as Deku stood up after. Before he turned the handle, he looked back and mumbled, “Thanks.”

He could practically see stars lighting up in the nerd’s eyes as he beamed at him. “No problem, anytime Kacchan!”

They both left Deku’s dorm, dispersing into different directions, Katsuki felt rejuvenated, like he was floating. He decided he’d stop by his room to get some laundry done before making something to eat. He’d study and maybe even watch a movie. He felt like nothing could tarnish his happy mood.

Obviously, nothing can stay good forever. It’s well into the afternoon now and he’s cheffing it up in the communal kitchen. Katsuki is very particular when it comes to this task, he should be well equipped, have all the food prep done before hand, wash the utensils as he goes along and finally, have no one sharing the space with him.

Lucky for him, no one dares to enter when he’s in there, they know what’s coming if they do. So when agitating, grating yips of conversation start to move closer to his sanctuary, his blood begins to boil. Leave it to Denki Kaminari and his annoying grape friend to piss him the hell off.

“Kacchan of the Bakugos”

“No, out now spark plug.”

“Oh common, lighten up Bakugo.” says Mineta.

Katsuki grits his teeth, whisking his egg mixture extra fast. “I’m gonna turn you into grape juice if you don’t turn your short ass around.” 

Kaminari moves into the furious blond’s space, peaking over his shoulder inquisitively. “Chillax, Kacchan. We just wanted a peak on what's cooking, smells good~”

“None of your damn business, go stick your nose somewhere else!”

“Ooo! Are you making omurice?”

“I’d kill for some omurice.” Mineta Parroted.

Katsuki was beyond pissed off, he put the bowl of eggs he was whisking down calmly. He took a few deep breaths and turned around,

“Woah there!” Kaminari giggled.

Katsuki raised his palms with warning sparks. “Six seconds.”

“Bakugo… let’s talk about this!” Mineta squawked.

Yes they were slowly backing away, but they weren’t moving fast enough. Katsuki was going to unleash the beast as his classmates call it, until the two boys started vibrating and spasming violently before him.

“They bothering you Bakugo?”

A small smirk weaved its way onto Katsuki’s face before he replied, “Tch whatever, thanks Ears.”

She just smiled and rolled her eyes before dragging them out of the kitchen.

Kaminari slurred, “But Jirou… I wanted some omurice.” 

“You can make some for yourself later, Doofus,” She giggled.

With humpty and dumpty gone from the kitchen, Katsuki went back to cooking his dinner. He was about to turn the fire on, but the burning sensation started to flare up again.

It seemed that being so occupied dealing with those numbskulls, the itch’s presence became a secondary priority. Now that his anger had simmered down, the itch moved to the forefront of his problems. 

Although, there seems to be another issue. Katsuki is a bit of a control freak as some may say. He sticks to routines heavily and doesn’t enjoy when they’re disrupted. He finds comfort in knowing since working on the battlefield is always so spontaneous and random. In his head, right now he’s supposed to be cooking, and then eating. He was going to get some homework done before taking a shower, and then going to sleep.

Engaging in physical contact wasn’t part of the plan. It’s not a surprise that the cuddle sesh in the morning didn’t last the whole day, but he’s been more accepting of touches from the goons than he normally is. He thought he had stock piled enough to last him until his hot shower. 

But now here he was, hands shaking with pain that was increasing throughout his body tenfold. This was embarrassing, he doubted he’d be able to move far enough to get help at the speed it was rapidly increasing. He decided to focus on his breathing to prevent hyperventilating, his nails gripped onto the counter top so hard the tips were turning white.

Don’t itch, don’t itch he chanted in his mind, he knew if he got started he’d probably scratch himself to smithereens. He was so focused on not tweaking out that he didn’t notice someone else entering the kitchen.

One moment he was pained and irritated, and the next, that familiar swim of relief took over him. He revelled in the feeling before registering the stocky figure hugging him from behind and the strong arms clasped around his waist.

“It’s okay Kacchan, you’re okay now, I’ve got you.”

It took him a moment to recognise the voice and also to realise he’d been crying. “Deku?”

“Yeah it’s me Kacchan, deep breaths okay?”

Katsuki nodded his head before taking deep breaths, they stood like that for a while, Katsuki coming down from his pain induced panic attack and Deku whispering soft and comforting affirmations.

Deku stepped back but kept a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder as he turned around. When their eyes met he asked, “Was it the quirk?”

“Yeah.”

“Mhm I figured, how about this- whenever you feel the itch coming again you message or call me. I’ll drop whatever I’m doing to help you out.”

Katsuki scoffed, “I’m not some damsel in distress, I can handle myself.”

“I know, I don’t doubt that.” He exhaled slowly before continuing, “It’s just- I want to help — I don’t like seeing you hurting like this, I care about you okay?” 

He started running his hand up and down Katsuki’s arm, “Just think about it alright? It’s fine if it’s only for emergencies or if it’s just for small pick me ups. Remember, asking for help doesn’t make you weak.”

That reminder resonated with Katsuki, he guessed it wouldn’t hurt to have someone to lean on, plus the quirk was only temporary. “What are you getting out of this?”

Deku seemed a bit taken aback by the question, but he smiled and answered nonetheless, “It’s uh… a bit silly.”

“Out with it.”

“I just like spending time with you,” He shrugged, “I want to help you out as much as I can… how can I surpass you if a quirk is getting the best of you?” He laughed with a cute little head tilt.

“Good, cus i’m gonna be Number One. I guess a little support wouldn’t hurt.”

“That’s the spirit!” Deku grinned.

“Okay, now get out. I need to finish cooking.”

“But-”

“Deku, I’m fine.”

“Okay Kacchan.” He sighed before leaving.

“Stupid nerd being all mushy and caring, my heart can’t take it, dumbass.” Katsuki grumbled under his breath.

After his meal he made his way up to his room, he decided to send Deku a simple text.

You: Thanks for earlier.

Deku: Any time Kacchan :)

Sunday came around, Katsuki had done his typical morning routine before going on a walk, He was making his way back to campus now. He had his earbuds in while listening to the english podcast Present Mic suggested, he said that it could help boost their english grades. 

He felt the desire of touch start to churn again, he hoped someone he trusted would be nearby when he returned. Finally arriving at the dorm entrance, he pushed through the doors and started trudging towards the kitchen for a drink. On his way he caught a glimpse of Pinky talking to Round face, the next thing he felt was a weight clinging onto his back.

“Piggy back time!” she giggled.

Katsuki would have pushed her off if it didn’t feel as good as it did — under the influence of the quirk. He just bounced her up a little to re-adjust her, taking hold of her thighs as he continued walking to the kitchen.

“Where are we headed?” she questioned leaning more of her weight onto him. He didn’t answer, he just kept walking to the fridge. Ochako pulled up beside him taking in the sight with a look of amused fascination.

“Well this is new.” she smirked.

“Can it.” 

“Girl tell me about it, Blasty over here has been way more touchy lately. Bet you thought we wouldn’t notice huh?” 

“You guys wouldn’t notice an extra large dildo till it was shoved so far up your ass you’d have to get it surgically removed.”

The silence that followed was very loud, the girls shared an odd look of concern and disgust, though Ochako looked more disappointed if anything.

“Anyways, give Mina back we were having a really good conversation before you interrupted.”

“I didn’t do shit. She ran up to me, Pink Cheeks.”

“It was the voices Bakugo… wait they’re speaking to me again…” Mina said, face mirroring one of pure concentration.

“They’re telling me… to continue speaking to… Ochako…” The girls both gasp at the revelation as Katuski rolls his eyes. He was a moment away from the fridge now and he was feeling quite charged. 

It was lacking, like it usually tended to be when Deku wasn’t the one providing him with the contact, but it was enjoyable either way.

“Okay earth to raccoon eyes, go talk to your aliens and co elsewhere.”

“Aw okay, I still wanna be carried though.” She pouted.

“Not my problem.” He shrugged, letting her back onto the ground.

“It’s okay Mina, I'll carry you!”

She jogged over to Uraraka. “You will? Awesome sauce!” 

“Hm how should we do this, maybe I should one up Bakugo?”

“What do you have in mind?” Mina smirked.

Katsuki ignored them, opening the fridge taking out his homemade raspberry, cherry and mango smoothie he made a while back. He also took out a water bottle, as he closed the fridge turning slightly he saw Uraraka carrying Mina bridal style out of the Kitchen in his peripheral vision.

“Tch, show off.”

“Yeah I really wanna love you… but you make my heart go Crasshhh!!”

Katsuki was letting the rhythm of the song's ending consume him as he went ham on the cymbals. Kaminari performed his final riff in accordance with Tokoyami. The exhilarating silence that came after was just as good, all that could be heard was heavy breathing ringing around the band before Aoyama started clapping.

“Très bien! C'était magnifique et super cool!” Aoyama chirped.

Jirou smiled. “Thanks bud, I think i’ll revise the ending lyrics though…” 

As Kaminari fist bumped Tokoyami he yelled, “We rule!”

Katsuki loved band practice, he wasn’t that open about it but he couldn’t deny his appreciation for that jittery feeling after going crazy on his drum kit. That burn in his palms that mimicked his explosions, the music that hounded his ear drums shooting spikes of adrenaline through his core. He always felt lighter afterwards, he tended to use it as a moment to get his feelings out.

Aoyama liked to sit in and listen, it’s the closest thing they’d get to a real audience. Sometimes they’d perform in front of the class but it was mainly just for fun.

“From the top?” Tokoyami proposed.

“Yeah! Three, two–”

Katsuki’s clashing of drum sticks and Jirou’s countdown was interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

“Come in!” Kaminari smiled as Ojirou peered his head through a crack in the door.

Jirou’s eyes widened slightly at the intrusion. “Oh no, sorry were we too loud again?” 

Ojirou chuckled, “No, no, no i’m here to spread the word actually.”

“Ooo spill it mon ami!”

“It’s nothing crazy, there’s gonna be a class movie night later, you in?”

Kaminari walked forward and swung his arm around Jirou’s shoulder. “Heck yeah we are!”

Tokoyami walked towards the bed and sat down next to Aoyama before asking, “What time does it start?” 

“It starts at Eight!”

“Can’t come, I’ve got priorities, assessments to revise for and a bed to sleep in.” Katsuki groaned.

“Don’t be such a grouch!”

“Yeah, don't be such a party pooper!”

“Don’t mind him, he’s coming.”

“The hell I am-”

”He’s coming, see you at Eight!”

Katsuki trudged down the stairs, wrapped in his blanket and moody as ever. The lights were off, the only thing providing light was the TV, most of the class were already there, most of them mingling, the rest deciding on what movie to watch. 

He dragged his feet over to a free couch opposite the tv before plopping down, stretching out and taking up as much space as possible. Katsuki wasn’t that much of a child so his bed time had stretched to nine, sometimes nine thirty but in the dark like this wrapped up in his plush blanket, sleep was drawing close. He’d probably leave early anyway.

More of the class started filtering in as he flickered in and out of sleep, there was a harsh knock to reality when he received a tap on his shoulder.

“What.” 

“Sorry for uh… disturbing — can I sit next to you? there’s no other space left.”

Katsuki opened his eyes to see Deku dressed in a freaking All Might onesie, he looked around, determined Deku was telling the truth and shifted over allowing the other to get comfortable.”

“Thanks Kacchan!” 

“Nice outfit you got on.” Katsuki snickered.

“Thanks — wait you’re making fun of me aren’t you?”

“Pfft yeah the nerds reached his final form.” He chuckled.

“I’ll have you know I still remember what you looked like in your golden aged one!”

“We were brats Deku, are you serious?”

“You had no problem wearing one then, Kacchan.” he pouted.

Katskui continued to laugh and soon enough Deku joined him. Didn’t last long though a gust of Shh aimed at them signaled the movie was starting.

The movie was quite boring even though it was an action film, training to be a hero has its downsides, action films aren’t as exhilarating when you’re practicing the real thing. The others seemed to be into it though.

Halfway through the film he felt a familiar body heat press against him, he turned over meeting a nervous looking Deku. 

“Kacchan can we share your blanket? I left mine in my room and it’s getting cold.”

Katsuki took a moment to think about it, it’s not like anyone would see them. It's dark and everyone’s occupied with the movie, also he knew that feeling could come back at any moment when he’d least expect it, so maybe being by Deku could help prevent a future situation.

“Fine move over.” 

Deku is sitting upright on the couch, slightly reclined, while Katsuki’s legs are lying across his lap. His head resting on Deku’s shoulder as an arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him close, like it was the most natural thing in the world. It was quiet, warm, and safe — just the two of them, fitting together perfectly. The blanket draped over them, tying them together like a ribbon on a gift.

Katsuki didn’t even attempt to focus on the movie anymore, he closed his eyes, feeling fuzzy. He felt himself slipping somewhere else — he felt good. The noises from classmates chewing popcorn and snacks, the crashes coming from the tv action all going in through one ear and out  the other. Being cuddled onto Deku like this was doing numbers, he felt like he was melting. He allowed himself to feel, falling captive to the undulations stemming from the rise and fall of Deku’s chest. 

He felt so full, so satisfied and soon enough he fell asleep.

The next time he woke up, was to the sound of thunder startling him. He looked around and noticed that the class wasn’t there anymore, the TV was off and so were the lights. A strike of lightning shed a luminescent glow providing him more insight, enough to realise he and Deku were still cuddled up on the couch.

He didn’t know what the time was, but he figured it was late and well past midnight. So he sat up and shook the boy. 

“Hey Deku, wake up.” He continued but Deku wouldn’t stir.

“Deku. Movie nights over, get up.” In response, the other pushed all of his weight onto him and nuzzled into the crook of his neck. This forced Katsuki onto his back as Deku got comfortable sleeping on top of him.

“For fucks sake…” Katsuki grumbled. 

If this didn’t feel as good as it did he would’ve done more to get out of this situation, but more than just the comfort of the quirk bloomed in his chest, his secret fondness and selfish desire to stay cuddled up to his crush took over. So he manoeuvred the blanket around to his liking before going back to sleep.

The second and final time he woke up was to insistent chattering and a firm hand pressing on his shoulder. “Five more… minutes.” he slurred.

“If you wait five more minutes you’ll be late for class, Bakugo!” Iida spouted. 

This caused Katsuki to open his eyes, he took in the weight crushing his chest before seeing a forest of green hair beneath his chin. He almost smiled before another voice called out.

“Have a nice sleep Bakugo?” Uraraka, fully dressed in her uniform and sipping on a juice box, looked down at him.

It was then that he realised he’d cultivated quite an audience, his group of idiots along with Deku’s. Katsuki flushed red, they’ve all seen him cuddling with Deku — he wanted out.

He moved to sit up, waking Deku up in the process, “mmm… so bright.” 

“Rise and shine Midoriya!” Tsu smiled from somewhere behind him. 

“Mornin,” he responded.

He stretched before yawning out, “Oh hey Kacchan” He smiled sleepily for a bit before his eyes widened. “Wait Kacchan!?”

“Not so loud nerd, and hey yourself.”

“Aww Midoriya looks so cute when he wakes up, kinda like a little baby.” Mina cooed.

Kirishima laughed, “Yeah Midobro is really cute isn’t he?” 

Noises of agreement are passed around.

Deku fully sat up now, looks over startled. “Ashido —” 

“The one and only!” she grinned.

“K-Kirishima —!”

Looks like he realised what he’d woken up to as he looked towards Katsuki, then back at the crowd repeatedly, before he flushed bright red as well.

“All right enough lazing about you two, you’ll be late for class if you don’t get a move on!” Iida stressed, chopping his hands up and down like a robot.

Out of nowhere and crunching on a bagel, Todoroki appeared. “Didn’t know Bakugo was the cuddly type.”

“Shut it Icy Hot!” Is the last thing he said before scooping up his blanket and bolting for his room.

Thank goodness they hadn’t slept in too much, he managed to arrive five minutes early, as he was walking in Mr Aizawa rose up from behind his desk in his mustard yellow sleeping bag.

“Problem child.”

Katsuki stopped walking and turned around to face him, “Stay where you are.” Katsuki stared at him confused but stayed put anyway, Mr Aizawa slowly removed himself from his sleeping bag and stood up, clearing his throat to begin the start of their lesson.

Everyone got situated, all present in their seats waiting for their sensei to continue speaking. “Midoriya, stand up.” Deku’s chair squeaked as he stood up abruptly. “Go move your desk directly next to Bakugo’s”

Katsuki turned to look at his teacher, he was met with sleepy eyes and a shrug before his teacher broke the eye contact.

“All done sir!” 

“Good. Bakugo, go sit next to him. Hurry up.”

Katsuki scowled all the way over to his seat which was now beside Deku. This was so humiliating he thought, ‘Damn stupid quirk.’ He took his bag off and sat down, both of them getting their materials out.

“Today we’ll be looking at what to do, and what not to do if you’re stuck between two major decisions on the battlefield.”

As the lesson progressed, he found himself feeling that familiar calm, besides Deku’s annoying muttering, being this close to him effortlessly made him feel better, he’d allow Sensei to get away with this one.

He was listening tentatively, well as much as he could under the feel good mood he was in. He felt that feeling multiply tenfold as a scarred hand moved its way onto his thigh. He gulped trying not to look down, to keep focus and keep writing. But he couldn’t hide the shaky exhale that escaped his lips as he felt circles being rubbed into his thigh.

The words being spoken weren’t registering, he was so focused on the warmth radiating through him. It almost made him angry, he was enjoying this so much he couldn’t keep up with the lesson. He could feel his cheeks getting warmer and his hand becoming shakier with every stroke on his thigh.

He looked up from the sentence he had just finished writing, turning his head to face his new seat mate, he kept his voice down murmuring, “Deku.” 

The other stopped writing to glance back shyly, “Yeah?”

“Can you stop?”

Deku blinked once, then again. “Stop what?”

Katsuki looked down to where Deku’s hand was resting on his thigh. When he was positive Deku had followed his eyeline, he looked back up to see a mirroring blush dotted beneath his freckles.

“Oh sorry I- my fault, did I make you uncomfortable?”

“No… just distracting s’all” He picked his pen up to avoid the oncoming eye contact. “Touch feels really fuckin’ good to me cus of the quirk.”

“Ah…” Is all Deku could respond until Mr Aizawa called out to them in front of the class. 

“I didn’t move you together so you could chat while I’m teaching.” He put down his piece of chalk before continuing, “If what you’re talking about is so important why don’t you share it with the whole class?”

The boys didn’t respond. Deku looked guilty and embarrassed, and Katsuki looked annoyed and fed up.  

“Oh so now you’re quiet. Don’t do it again or you’ll continue your conversation in detention with me.” He let out a long sigh, took a swig of his coffee then turned back to the black board.

They turned towards each other in resignation before going back to focusing intently.

The last lesson of the day was quirk training that he couldn’t participate in. He didn’t want to explain why he wasn’t allowed to participate with his classmates, so he didn’t show up for most of the lesson. Mr. Aizawa told him he’d cover for him this time but if the quirk stays for too long he might need to come clean.

Anyway, Katsuki was in an odd mood. A weird limbo between relieved and exhausted. He’d just gotten back from his mandated anger management session and he figured the class would still be in the gym, so he made his way over. Watching for a good fifteen minutes shouldn’t be a problem.

Time stopped as he entered, Deku was flying through the air wrapped in a cape of green electricity. He looked radiant. Deku’s twists and turns as he danced through the air left him rooted to his spot in the doorway. He’s always been enamoured by Deku’s fighting style, but it’s been a while since he’d been able to simply stand back and watch.

He couldn’t help but smirk, pride evident on his face as he watched him concentrate a specific percentage of One For All air force on his opponent, memories of Deku with his fingers broken trying to hold his own in the sports festival contrasting this performance greatly. 

He moved quickly, not giving his opponent time to recover as he ran over, pulling his opponent to the ground with blackwhip. His determination was never fleeting even as his opponent arched their back against the floor in pain.

He felt his heart pounding against his rib cage, the whistle from Aizawa going unnoticed as Deku pinned his opponent to the ground, coming out victorious. He was breathtaking.

He didn’t even stick around to see the aftermath, he just walked out, feeling bubbly but even more tired than before, coming down from that adrenaline spike he experienced while watching. He didn’t seem to notice the veridian eyes that watched him leave.

“Aw man, lost again!” Kaminari whined.

“Man you suck at this game.” Kirishima replied, making a few of the others laugh.

Katsuki and some classmates were having some downtime in the common room playing video games. He was flickering between the time on his phone and the screen of the game.

“One more time! best of three.”

“Alright, alright let’s do the next level.”

It was getting late and he was sure if he left now no one would protest about it, so he got up from the Katsuki shaped dent on the couch and stretched.

Todoroki looked up from where he was sat beside him. “Leaving so soon Bakugo?” 

“Yeah gonna sleep, tired.”

“Okay me too.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes and began walking to his room. He's gonna ignore how he intentionally slowed his pace so Todoroki could catch up. They’re walking in a comfortable silence, they do this often believe it or not. Katsuki is the type to leave the function early and for some reason the candy cane always insists on going with him.

They’re almost at their destination when Katsuki feels that uncomfortable burn flaring again, it’s at its beginning stages but a few more steps and it’s making him hold onto the railing as he bent down into a crouch. He was Katsuki Bakugo. He prided himself with how high his pain tolerance was, so every time he ended up in pain whimpering like a kicked puppy because of this quirk, embarrassment and dread hit him simultaneously.

Todoroki crouches down beside him,

“Bakugo are you okay?” 

He strains letting his nails dig into everything but his skin, “Fuck it look like half n half?” 

“Do you need to see Recovery Girl?”

Katsuki can’t bring himself to answer, pain searing everywhere- was it always this intense? he just sat there breathing shakily, working through the pain that only got worse. He choked back a sob, his surroundings becoming blurred as tears formed at the ridges of his eyes. The hand on the railing dropped to the floor as he leaned all his weight against the ground. He couldn’t even hold himself up, he shook with pain and held back tears as he curled into himself on all fours.

He didn’t know if Todoroki was still there or not, whether it had been hours or seconds. The only thing he knew was pain, pain, pain. Coursing through him, consuming him. He was definitely crying now, not that he could tell, his face was numb with hurt, that was the only thing he could detect.

As the pain started to die down, he felt himself being lifted from his position on the ground, he gradually grew more comfortable as he allowed himself to be effortlessly repositioned like a ragdoll. The hurt faded into an afterthought as he gripped onto whatever it was holding him tightly in a bridal carry.

That episode took everything out of him, he couldn’t remember the walk to his room, before he passed out he remembered looking up to see heterochromia coloured eyes looking down at him cold yet concerned. He couldn’t remember how he desperately clutched onto Todoroki, when he tried to leave to his own room.

However, he slowly got back in the right headspace, his tears drying on his cheeks and his breathing stable. He was still wrapped around Todoroki who didn’t say anything either, he looked zoned out maybe even a bit on edge.

He let go, this was gonna be awkward to explain he thought. After a few more moments of silence Todoroki spoke up. 

“Are you feeling better Bakugo?”

Katsuki took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he exhaled. He looked over to Todoroki. 

“Yeah…Thanks for that.”

“No problem, but…What was that?”

He ran a hand through his hair before answering, “Just some shitty quirk, hurts me if I don’t meet the requirements or some shit.” 

“The requirements?”

“Makes me crave touch.”

“Okay.”

“Just okay?”

Todoroki smiles, it's small but there. “Yeah, just glad I could help.”

Katsuki slumped down before lying on his back. “Just don’t go telling everyone and their mothers about this.” 

“My lips are sealed.”

Katsuki closes his eyes, and they sit in silence once again. He doesn’t open his eyes when he feels his bed rise with Todoroki’s absence, he doesn’t open them when the other calls out his goodbyes. He opens them a few minutes after his door shuts, only to brush his teeth, wash his face, then head to bed. 

Then he’s out like a light.

A day passed once again, school dragged on till it didn’t, he received loads of touches from his friends as well as the new seating arrangement with Deku. He trained, studied and even tutored his annoying bunch of idiots. It was nighttime now, and he was reading a recent panel of the new manga he’d been following.

He yawned contently, having his nightly routine done beforehand he figured giving into sleep would be the best thing to do now. So he closed his laptop and pushed it aside, before turning over and snuggling under the covers. 

Well this was new, waking up to the sun shining in through the curtains instead of his alarm. His bed also felt off, it was slightly harder. He nuzzled his nose into it and realised the smell wasn't exactly the same either. He felt really good though, so what did that matter — arguably the best sleep he’s had ever.

It was only when the bed moved slightly, and a firm presence was placed on top of his head that he recognised that this wasn’t a bed, it was a person, he was sleeping on someone’s chest… and that this wasn’t even his room-?

He felt an arm wrap tighter around his waist, he looked down and he immediately recognised those scars. Okay chill out Katsuki, He’s just dreaming. He’s not in Deku’s bed, He’s not cuddled onto Deku’s chest, he’s not got a chin resting on top of his head either. Because last night he went to sleep in his own bed after reading his manga. He’s sure of it, so this is some weird fantasy dream — he’s heard of this before somewhere… Wasn’t it called lucid dreaming? Yeah he must be, because rambling like this in his own head is such a Deku thing, in no world would be acting like that.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by the feeling of fingers running through his hair, he slowly looked up to see a smiling Deku watching him. 

“Morning Kacchan.”

Okay, this feels really realistic. He sat up with a slightly distressed and pensive look on his face, Deku copied his movements. He ignored it, looking down at his outfit, mentally noting it was the same as yesterday night. He turned to look at Deku’s immediately turning tomato red, as he looked at his three-D, chiseled, oddly glistening six pack and his toned muscles on his arms- Shirtless Deku- Shirtless Deku! 

Yep he’s definitely dreaming, there’s no way in hell he’s in Deku’s bed, that he was previously inhaling Deku’s scent from where he was nestled on top of Deku’s sturdy Pecs and freaking six pack.

Deku blushed beside him. “Th-thank you? I’ve been working out more I guess-” Shit he said that out loud?? Is this a fantasy or a nightmare? he wondered. 

“You’re not dreaming, Kacchan.”

Katsuki laughed even though it lacked amusement, “As if, of course I am.”

“Uh… yeah no you’re not, this is legit.”

Katsuki just laughed, “Yeah, yeah whatever.”

Deku just looked at him tiredly. Then it settled in, 

“Oh fuck.”

Now it was Deku’s turn to laugh, “Yeah, oh fuck indeed.

Izuku rose up from where he was previously laying starfish asleep on his bed. He was a light sleeper, often one who was plagued with nightmares. He was also someone who left his door unlocked, he just could never remember to lock it. But anyway, he heard his door swing open so he shot up, getting his hands in a defensive stance as he started up one for all.

In the dark he watched the figure close the door, and turn around slowly before walking towards the bed. He let out a sigh of relief as he realised who it was. It was Kacchan, he wondered what he was doing up at this time, and why he’d come over to his room. Was he okay? Did he need something? 

He stood up, meeting the figure in the middle of his room, “Hey there you alright?” 

Kacchan didn’t answer, he just stood their eyes open yet they looked through him, not at him. “Kacchan?” he stepped closer, placing a hand on Kacchan’s shoulder, he received nothing. Not even a blink, just a content sigh.

“Kacchan, you there?” He moved his hands to cup his cheeks, smiling a little because Kacchan is so cute. He didn’t expect Kacchan to lean into the touch, it was surprising but startling because he did it almost robotically. It seemed the lights were on but no one was home.

‘Hm, this is kind of weird…’

It wasn’t until he heard Kacchan snore quietly, that he realised he was asleep. Asleep with his eyes open, asleep standing in the middle of Izuku’s room. “Oh boy…” he gulped.

He wasn’t sure how to go about this, he didn’t even know Kacchan was capable of sleepwalking. He just stood there, squishing Kacchan’s cheeks between his fingers gently, should he wake him up?

He didn’t process an answer before Katsuki was shrugging out of his hold and walking towards the bed. He took Izuku’s wrist whilst doing so, “Oh okay, we’re sleeping now?-”

Katsuki lies down, and Izuku follows him under the covers. He kept his distance out of respect because he was pretty sure Kacchan wasn’t aware of what was taking place. So he turned onto his side, facing away from Kacchan. He tried to fall back to sleep but in seconds his efforts were made in vain as Kacchan closed the distance between them. Spooning him from behind.

He tried to calm himself down, ignoring the eep noise that had left him a moment ago. He was sure that even in the dark of his room his blush would still be decipherable. He turned his head over, he couldn’t help but melt at how peaceful Kacchan looked. His eyes were closed now, all the frown lines smoothed from his face. The moonlight made his hair look an iridescent white. He was so pretty.

Izuku tried to ignore the butterflies that would pool in his stomach with every cute noise and nuzzle Kacchan would make in his sleep. He felt really happy, he couldn’t believe this was real. He didn’t want to think about how Kacchan would react in the morning… but that’s okay because right now he was dozing off to sleep in the arms of his crush.

“And that’s how we ended up, uh, here.” Deku explained, he left out the parts in relation to his feelings towards the blond, but still got his point across.

Katsuki didn’t answer, he just stared at Deku, eyes wide with a look of disbelief. The next second he’s dragging his hands down his face before he gets up off the bed. He felt mortified and deathly embarrassed.

He ignores Deku’s looks of worry and guilt, just strolling towards the door, he gets to it. Raising a shaky hand to its handle before exiting and letting it slam behind him.

When he reached his room and checked the time, he realised that he’d woken up thirty minutes before his alarm. Katsuki sat at his desk for twenty minutes doing absolutely nothing, he was so disorientated, so embarrassed and shocked.

He prepares for the school day ten minutes early, doing so without actually being there. He didn’t speak a word that whole morning, he just went through his day to day tasks mechanically, no thoughts entering or leaving his head. He was just stuck in a state of disbelief and chagrin.

He ignored the stares his friends gave him as he almost over filled his glass of water, he ignored Deku’s stare as he kept trying to bite his toast but missing each time. 

He ignored everything as he sat there for ten minutes staring at his breakfast that was untouched before him. It’s only five minutes before Present Mic will arrive to teach them English that he snaps out of his trance.

“Kacchan? Kacchan?”

He blinks a few times before looking over to Deku who was calling out his name repeatedly, “What?”

“Kacchan I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable… Please don’t be mad at me.”

Katsuki gave him the most diabolical and disgusted look you could imagine, he looked Deku up and down. “Shut the hell your mouth nerd.” then turned away.

Deku takes his hand and squeezes it tightly looking even more disturbed than before, “Kacchan- I’m serious please I-”

“I said shut up!” and with that Deku slams his mouth closed before retreating his hand. Katsuki closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I’m the one who should be fuckin’ sorry idiot.” I’m the one who perved over you and your hot body you’re packing this morning is what he didn’t say.

He gave Deku a firm glare, stopping him from saying whatever he was about to, “So shut up. You weren’t the one who did- that. I apologise alright? let’s not talk about it, and i’m not mad so quit overthinking.”

Deku physically relaxed, slouching in his chair slightly before nodding with a small smile, “Me neither.” Katsuki just looked at him with a raise of his eyebrow prompting Deku to continue. “I mean I’m not mad and you didn’t make me uncomfortable.”

Deku had this odd look on his face like he was debating if he should say whatever he was thinking about, a small rosy hue graced his face so it’s clear he made up his mind.

“And I uh… I liked it I guess? it just gets lonely sometimes…” he started waving his hands around frantically. “N-not in a weird way of course! plus the quirk problem, it probably helped right?”

Katsuki rolled his eyes before smirking, “Tch, not in a weird way my ass. You probably liked me perving on you huh? Who's the real pervert now De-ku?”

“K-Kacchan-” is all a beet red Deku squawked before a “YEAAAAAAA” boomed from the front of the class. Katsuki internally groaned his quirk was making him deaf enough as it is, now this was how he was spending his Tuesday morning. Fuck his life.

“Are you ready for learning little listeners? Can I get a YEAAAH?”

Katsuki’s classmates hummed their own yeahs in response as Katsuki started drafting up methods he’s going to use to kill himself right there and then.

His poor head was still thumping from the first period with Present Mic even though it was lunch time now, today is a day when his group of numbskulls combine groups with Deku’s. At the joint table he was wedged in between Kirishima and Todoroki. His head was on the table, resting on his arms that were crossed underneath. His eyes closed pretending that he wasn’t paying attention to the conversations happening around him. 

That wasn’t fully a lie, he was paying majority to the hand rubbing up and down his back occasionally squeezing the back of his neck. And the other hand that occasionally stroked through his hair. He could tell it was two people laying hands on him as the pleasure was almost on the level he received from Deku.

He used all of his might to keep any noises that wanted to escape him at bay, but if you were looking hard enough you would be able to pick up the constant twitch of his eyebrow, the uneven movement of his back as he inhaled and exhaled and even the occasional squirm he couldn’t stop.

As overstimulating as it was, it felt really good. Like going on a hike without the body ache afterwards kinda good. Todoroki had to go and ruin it though with how loud he was slurping on his juice box. “Shut the fuck up, please.” he stated.

“Please? what did he do to deserve that?” Shinsou laughed. He forgot the zombie was here, he’s so silent and boring he just cuts him out.

“Choke on a dick and die, Eyebags.”

Shinsou dramatically placed a hand on his heart and with a hand on his head he fell back onto Kaminari making him laugh. “Ouch” 

“Man what is it with you and dick related stuff?” Uraraka questioned.

Katsuki flipped her off as the group laughed at the moments that played out.

“It’s probably because I'm giving him a hair massage.” Todoroki stated blankly.

Mina held back a chuckle, “And why would that be the reason T-Todoroki.” she couldn’t help herself and let out a full belly laugh.

“Because Bakugo likes it of course.”

The whole group started cackling loudly like literal witches, and Katsuki burnt up. He was probably equivalent to the angry emoji as he sat up, shrugging Kirishima and Todoroki off.

“Like hell I do!” he yelled, causing everyone to laugh harder.

“Aw really? I could’ve sworn I saw you wiggling in your seat because of my professional level back massaging skills.” Kirishima grinned.

Katsuki tugged at the roots of his hair, “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”

They did not shut up.

“Yeah Bakugo has been more into touch recently hasn’t he?” Uraraka smirked. “Mina and I were just talking about it.”

Iida chipped in too, “Well I guess that’s true, If I remember correctly Bakugo was cuddled up to Midoriya on the couch a few days ago?” 

“This is news to me,” Shinsou deadpanned.

“Aww has Bakugo gone soft?” Jirou questioned from somewhere Katsuki couldn’t see, as he buried his head in his hands again.

Tsu interjects, “I think it’s nice to receive affection once in a while.”

“Yeah I agree, guys let’s give Kacchan a pass alright?” Deku smiles hesitantly.

Sero nodded, stifling his own giggling, “Yeah I think he’s at his limit if the smoke coming out of his ears is anything to go by.” 

Katsuki knew they were toying with him, but covered his ears anyway before standing up. “I hope all of you die and that your pillows are warm.” he storms away from the table. Ignoring the pleas of forgiveness and Kaminari’s dumbass threat about not being his portable charger anymore.

He blinked away the tears threatening to come out, he wasn’t actually upset, just worked up. When he gets embarrassed or overly angry or upset it comes out involuntarily. He shrugs it off, at least they don’t know about the quirk. Screw them though, dumb bastards he calls friends.

“Man, I really don’t want my pillow to be warm.” Todoroki sighed, finishing the remains of his soba.

“Todoroki sweetie, you can just use your quirk to freeze it a bit.” 

“You’re right, thanks Uraraka.” 

“If my pillows are warm do mine please?” Kirishima begs.

“Oo do mine too!”

“Me three!”

“Hey I was the one to give him the idea!”

“Guys it’s alright i’ll do everyone’s pillows.”

“Everyone calm down, let’s be civil no one’s pillows are being warm tonight.”

“Wait, have you not heard, Iida?” 

“Heard what Sero?”

“The rumours that half of Bakugo’s threats… become true!”

“What don’t be ridiculous!”

Shinsou yawned, “I’d listen to him Iida. Why don’t you tell him the story?”

“Okay, buckle in guys… It was a late winter's night at UA… and Bakugo said…”

His heart was racing as he woke up in a cold sweat, he sat up and took a moment to steady himself. He often suffered from nightmares, consisting of his kidnapping, sludge monster or failure even over small things he doesn't have control over. 

Feeling shaken, he decides to go downstairs and get some water, after that he’ll try and get back to sleep. When he rounds the corner leading to the kitchen he doesn’t expect to hear sniffing coming from his destination.

His classmates go through lots of things on their own, they’ve been through many things regular teens aren’t supposed to go through, but they still put on a brave face. It's honestly admirable. His classmates breaking down in their alone time isn’t something unusual, so he continued making his way into the kitchen, he’d choose how he’d go about it when he actually sees the culprit.

In the dark sitting on one of the island stools is none other than Izuku Midoriya. The crying boy looks up to the presence that has just entered the kitchen at three in the morning. He tries his best to smile as he wipes at the tears that keep flowing, it’s a pathetic sight and they both know it. Eventually he gives up, smiling through the tears anyway.

“H-hey Kacchan.” 

Katsuki says nothing, he just walks a bit closer, expression unreadable, watching as the boy taps his fingers against the counter top before Deku asks, “You okay?” 

“Better than you.” Katsuki responds whilst sitting down the chair next to him, Deku lets out an attempt at a laugh, before a violent sob is ripped out of his body. The hairs on the back of Katsuki’s neck stand up, he does not know what to do in this situation, he isn’t good at comforting people.

He just sits there awkwardly, the sadness flowing off the other tugging on his own heart strings, he watches Deku try to compose himself once again.

“I’m such a mess, hate the fact that you’ve seen me like this.” he smiles looking down at the table.

“You’re fine.” Katsuki replies before he gets up making his way around the island, to their beverage cabinet. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Oh no… yeah no, that’s alright Kacchan.”

Katsuki takes out a box of chamomile tea packets as he boils some water in their kettle. He moves around in silence, paying little mind to the sniffing behind him. When he’s finished, making it extra sweet because he knows Deku has a soft spot for things like that, he slides it over to him along with a tissue.

“Thanks.” 

Katsuki takes a bottle of chilled water for himself before he takes a seat next to Deku once again, they both sit in silence, only sipping can be heard in the quiet between them. Silence seems to be a recurring factor of their situation tonight, Katsuki hopes it’s alright, he wishes he could do more for him but he has no idea how to.

At least Deku’s stopped crying now, that far away look still lingers on his face. Katsuki hates it, usually Deku’s smile and unfaltering charm could rival the brightness of the literal sun. He’s truly a beacon of hope, constantly the light in the darkness. But now he’s a shell of himself, small and quiet. A lot like how he was when they were younger, before people treated him like he was on their level, when people treated him less than because he was quirkless, and boy did that riddle Katsuki with guilt.

Katsuki didn’t have any words to share, especially because he didn’t know what was hurting Deku like that. But he did want Deku to know that he is here for him, and that he doesn’t have to suffer alone. So slowly but surely he moves his hand to where Deku’s is resting on the counter top, and takes hold of it. 

He feels Deku flinch in his hold before settling then looking over, Katsuki returns the stare looking at him with the force of a thousand suns, hoping, begging, that Deku understands what he’s trying to say without saying it at all. To remind him like he did the day he got impaled by Shigaraki, like the day he followed Deku on his quest to lure him out in the first place, that he is here for him.

By the time he had walked Deku back to his room, still hand in hand, Deku seemed to be in a better mood. They stood there idly for a bit before Deku brought him in for a hug, it was warm and cosy as expected, enough to make him fall asleep right then and there. He had put the pleasure he received from their hand holding on the back seat before, since it wasn’t the priority, but with an all consuming hug like this it’s hard to ignore the feeling.

Eventually they break apart, but before Deku leaves to enter his room he looks over his shoulder with the first genuine smile of the night, “Thank you Kacchan, goodnight.”

Katsuki nods, “Night.” and starts making his way down the hall as the door shuts.

A few days go by and Deku starts acting really weird. It all started when he realised he was craving touch way more than before. Monoma was getting on his last nerve sprouting his regular bullshit. He could feel an attack coming on but that imbecile wasn’t letting up, where was Kendo when you needed her?

He was one second away from tackling his ass until his own was lifted off the ground. Deku popped out of nowhere and hauled Katsuki over his shoulder like he was a weightless sack of potatoes or something.

He strained a smile and in the most fake voice he could muster he said. “I need to borrow Kacchan, see you Monoma.” before trudging off in the opposite direction and rounding the corner.

When the shock wore off Katsuki started flailing about in his hold, yelling demands of being put down. Deku ignored him humming a song out of tune nonchalantly, he even had the audacity to use one hand, he didn’t know if it was one for all or Deku’s natural strength but either way he couldn’t help the fact it was making his cheeks warmer.

Deku finally gave in once Katsuki had sunk his chompers into him causing a startled yelp. Katsuki literally had to pry Deku’s hands off his waist even after his feet had reached the ground. 

“I don’t need your help, shitty Deku!” He yelled, slouching and stomping harder as Deku trailed after him whining about how he’s trying to reduce the quirk effects or some shit.

“Kacchan honest! I could tell you were about to have an attack.”

“Oh really? I think you knew I was about to attack that copycat bitch before you manhandled me!”

“Well… That too but I think it would be beneficial, to you know- be more hands on?”

“Just say you’re obsessed with me Deku.”

“I am not-” Katsuki turns to glare at him. “Not-  not obsessed with you, I just want you to get better faster, I want my training partner back.” 

He quickly grabbed Katsuki’s wrist. “Can we just test my theory? it won’t hurt right? you said that touch feels extra good too, so it's a win-win situation.”

Katsuki stopped walking and so did Deku, he sighed really loud. “Correct me if i’m wrong, you want to basically be glued to me as much as possible, because you think it’ll help make the quirk stop faster.”

“You’re correct! I really gave it some thought, cus you theorised that it works like a battery, what if we just over charged you? maybe it’s prolonging because you aren’t meeting the full requirements, just enough to sustain yourself.”

Katsuki didn’t explain how he felt more than charged whenever he was in Deku’s embrace, but he wasn’t fully opposed to the idea. He did have feelings for the guy, and this was an opportunity to be cuddled up to him as much as possible, he couldn’t resist… he’s only a man.

“Fine, just shut up already.” He continued walking trying not to smile as he saw Deku physically light up in his peripheral vision. “Oh and not in public, P.D.A is stupid as hell.”

“Noted!” Deku gleamed.

It was so weird at first, being this affectionate with Deku. He made sure they were discreet as possible, if his friends caught wind of this… He shivered at the thought. Over time it became deeply enjoyable. It was like a silent pact between them, that they both really liked. They would sit next to each other whenever possible especially in group settings, one body part always connected, whether it was interlocked pinkies under the table, or playing an intense game of footsies.

Katsuki’s breath would stutter when he’d pass him something and Deku intentionally made prolonged hand contact with him before accepting it. Katsuki would try not to be the brightest shade of red when he and Deku would be walking down the corridor between classes, only to quickly hide in the janitor's closet or secluded areas to hug for a few minutes.

The firm hand on his lower back as he walked besides Deku and his friends as well as his own. Occasionally sneaking up on Deku and putting him in a headlock. That was the tip of the iceberg, those fleeing touches have nothing on what they’d do when they were alone over the coming weeks.

Late nights spent in his room or Deku’s watching All Might movies, playing uno or board games. Sometimes a word search competition, some days a simple study session. All engaging activities, perfect for them. All leading to the same conclusion, cuddles for the mind and soul.

They're curled up on the bed, legs tangled, breaths synced without even trying. Deku runs his fingers absentmindedly over Katsuki’s arm, like he’s memorizing the ridges of his skin by touch alone. There’s a calm here, the kind that only comes when you know you’re finally, undeniably safe.

Cut to a different evening, when the world outside is muted. Katsuki is half-asleep, head resting in the other's lap, fingers twitching irregularly. Deku’s hand brushes through his hair over and over again, grounding, like a silent promise: I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.

Later nights in the common room when the rain drums softly on the window, and they’re wrapped in a blanket that barely contains them both. Deku shifts closer, no performance, no tension — just warmth shared in the quiet hum of night.

When they’re on the grass behind the U.A. building. Only the stars are watching while below them Katsuki’s sitting with his back to a tree, eyes closed. Deku’s curled up beside him, arm slung lazily across his chest. Katsuki rests his chin on green curls and lets the silence speak for him. It says: I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.

Then there’s the nights when Izuku can’t sleep. Memories keep him wired, guilt clawing behind his eyes. They lie there, facing each other in the dark, their foreheads pressed together like they’re trying to sync their thoughts. Kacchan murmurs, low and rough, “You’re not alone anymore, nerd. Got it?” Izuku nods, then clings a little tighter.

Safe to say Katsuki can’t take another moment of this. It’s eating him up inside, grinding him up then spitting him out ten times droopier. He feels like a ticking time bomb, a balloon full of air about to burst. Or even a fiery meteor plummeting straight for destruction.

Katsuki clears his throat, getting the others' attention. “Deku.”

“Yeah?” 

“We need to stop this.” he grits as he feels Deku tense up in his hold.

“What?”

“We were doing this to test your theory, how will we know it’s working if you’re always charging me?” This rendered Deku speechless, Katsuki sat up slowly working his way off the bed. “Ima sleep in my own room tonight.”

“Right… uh, goodnight Kacchan.” They paid no mind to the way Deku’s voice cracked at the end of that sentence. They tried to ignore how tension filled his departure felt, he tried to bury his feelings as they begged to be let free.

“Night.”

Time passes by, their relationship remains the same if you pay little attention to the twisted amount of longing and yearning they both try to hide. Touch from Deku has been limited, it’s been a little over a week and he’s positive that Deku’s theory has worked. The bastard was a genius, though, he couldn’t help but crave his affections anyway.

That leads us to now, a few members of his class, Katsuki and Izuku, sat around the island in the kitchen. Izuku was laughing at a joke Uraraka was explaining when a bowl was pushed before him, he recognised the smell and in seconds he realised it was his favourite dish, Katsudon! 

“Is this for me?” He eyed the breaded pork cutlet that was served over steamed rice, topped with a flavorful sauce he couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into. Kacchan didn’t respond, he just took a spoon, broke off a spectacular looking portion and shoved it into Izuku’s mouth.

Izuku relished over the flavours melting on his tongue, having a literal dance party with his taste buds. It tasted so good, almost as good as his mothers. Deku almost tears up as he moans around the spoon. He barely has time to swallow before another spoon is being pushed into his mouth.

In a playful tone Kirishima chimes, “Wow what’s the occasion Bakugo? you never cook for any of us.”

Kacchan ignores him, and with a perplexed look on his face he slides a glass of water towards Izuku motioning for him to drink it. He takes the glass and starts to drink small sips, he can feel burning hot eyes watching him while he does and he doesn’t know how to feel about it. 

He can see Kacchan’s fingers tapping against the surface and can pretty much make out that he’s tapping his foot as well, his face is also pretty red. The conversations around him are still going and he’s not done with this water yet so he ignores it. 

“De-Izuku I like you.”

Izuku puts his half empty glass down, he can feel eyes on him as the conversations slow from quieter to silent. He can’t help but smile, Kacchan is being so kind today, cooking his favourite meal unprovoked, being vocal about his appreciation of their friendship. He looks up and transfers all that giddiness into his grin. 

“Yeah, I like you to Kacchan.” Then he goes back to drink his glass of water, he’s a few gulps in when Kacchan leans forward on the counter and speaks up again.

“You don’t get it Izuku, I'm in love with you.”

It was dead silent now, Izuku spits out the remaining water in his mouth, unfortunately landing across Kacchan’s face which he didn’t even flinch at. Kacchan just stares at him, confidence being betrayed by the pink on his cheeks that spread to his ears.

“Huh-  wha- ” Izuku splutters just before Kacchan takes the glass out of his hand, then fills up the empty space with his own, holding onto Izuku’s hand tightly, ignoring the pinned stares going around the room. Izuku also burns bright red as he grips onto Kacchan’s hand tighter. Kacchan keeps his eyes locked onto his, he couldn’t look away if he wanted to. 

“I want to be with you, I know I was an asshole to you before… It’s okay if you haven’t forgiven me.” He looks between the glassy emeralds watching him. I haven’t forgiven me, but this is how I feel Izuku, for you.” 

He takes a deep breath before continuing, a more solemn look taking over, “That being said I won’t burden you with my feelings, it’s fine if you reject me, I just had to get it off my chest.” 

With a bead of hope in his glance he shares a small smile, “But if you give me a chance, I’ll make up for it. For the rest of my life if I have to, you know I don’t half ass things.”

There’s a moment of silence before Katsuki starts to blush even harder, “You don’t have to give me an answer right now, I know this is a lot. I just wanted to say I’m sorry Izuku… for everything.” He slowly lets go of Izuku’s hand before walking out of the kitchen.

There’s silence for a bit before conversations rile up again. “Was that a confession or marriage proposal?”

“Whatever that was… it was.”

“Dramatic?”

“Over the top?”

“Out of character?”

“I guess it was just really random, yeah, who would’ve thought Baku had the hots for Midoriya?”

“I for one didn’t,” Was followed by a round of agreement noises.

“Well I knew they were becoming closer, I just thought Bakugo had changed for the better. Not that he was in love with the guy.”

“That katsudon looks really tasty though.”

They keep talking about Katsuki and Izuku as if Izuku isn’t even in the room with them, they only stop when they hear sniffles coming from where Izuku was still at the table. No one knew what to say, they’re all stood there watching him cry as he stares into the Katsubowl.

Uraraka was the one to rush forward and hug him, rubbing a gentle hand up and down his back, he held onto her tighter.

“Hey you okay?” He waited a moment before replying, “Yeah… I'm just happy and a little overwhelmed, I guess, I didn’t know Kacchan felt this way.” 

Tsu walked up to him and passed him a tissue. “Neither did we Midoriya, it’s okay.”

He takes the tissue from Tsu, “Thanks guys” He pulls away from Uraraka, as he’s drying his eyes he states, “I think I’m going to find Kacchan.”

“Go get him Midoriya!” He gets up basking in the whoops and cheers that follow after him as he exits the Kitchen.

Izuku finds him outside the dorms pacing up and down anxiously, he jogs over to him yelling his name. When he finally makes it over there he takes a moment to catch his breath.

“What are you doing here? I told you I didn’t need a response.”

“I wanna… wanna give you… just one… second please.” Izuku had been running around the place looking for him, wondering what he was gonna say. Obviously he was going to reciprocate he’s been crushing on him for the longest of time, but he never thought he’d have to confront those feelings.

He abruptly stands up straight, “Kacchan.” He holds his hand, mustering up as much courage as he can. “Is the quirk still there?”

Katsuki scoffs, “No, but oddly enough, touch feels just as good.”

Izuku nods his head, he bounced from one leg to another clearly nervous when he’s trying not to be. “That’s good to know Kacchan.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, Kacchan I-”

Katsuki takes his free hand and places it on Izuku’s shoulder, stilling him in the process. “You don’t have to force yourself to respond Izuku-”

“I’m not, didn’t I already tell you I wanted to give you an answer? I’m sure I said that… Sorry, I’m just nervous.”

“Whatever, just reject me quickly. I can take it.”

“What no- I, Kacchan.”

Katsuki flung his head back in frustration.

“Kacchan.”

He brought it back down and they stared at each other ferociously. “Spit it out.”

“I love you too.”

Silence, except from the crickets chirping in the grass behind them. “What?”

“I love you Kacchan, I have for the longest time, do you… remember what I told you during our fight at ground beta?” Katsuki could only nod pathetically, Izuku chose to smile comfortingly, removing Katsuki's hand from his shoulder and holding it tightly.

“I’ve always seen how amazing you are, I’ve always chased after you, and I was fully ready to continue that chase for as long as you would let me. It was never anyone else, always you. And I have already forgiven you for what it’s worth.”

“Fuck…” 

Izuku laughs, “Yeah.” Katsuki breaks eye contact nervously glancing at the ground, Izuku can’t have that, he likes Kacchan’s eyes on him, so he leans forward and places a quick kiss on his cheek. 

It works, Katsuki looks back up to him with that cute rosy hue painted on his cheeks. “So what, are we boyfriends now?”

“Something like that… Do you want to be boyfriends?” 

“No shit.” 

“Can I kiss my boyfriend then?”

Katsuki doesn't respond immediately, he just looks between Izuku’s eyes and lips repeatedly as they both move close to each other. They’re moments away from actually Kissing but instead they’re just lingering idly, tension skyrocketing. 

Katsuki realises Izuku is waiting for permission so he whispers, “I’m ready.” Their eyes close and lips collide. Katsuki melts into the kiss, he’s never felt anything this good before. He doesn't know if it’s due to the lingering effects of the quirk or the fact he’s kissing his boyfriend. It’s light, it’s sweet, delicate almost, consolidating and very love filled because they survived the storm to reach it. Their foreheads brush. Katsuki’s hand ends up in Izuku’s curls and eventually they pull apart.

Izuku laughs breathlessly, “You’re really cute Kacchan.” Katsuki begins to grumble before Izuku captures his lips again. This time the sweetness turns into something more heated as their lips slip and slide against each other more forcefully. Katsuki is at his limit, he'll probably explode of joy if it continues a moment longer, so he moves back gasping and covers Izuku’s mouth with his palm.

He buries his head on Izuku’s shoulder, “Shut up you damn sap.” Then lowers his palm from Izuku’s plush lips. Izuku continues to laugh, he can't help it he just feels so happy. “You love me.”

Katsuki wraps his arms around him, and Izuku does the same, “Yes I do.” he pulls back from where he was hiding his flustered face in the embrace, and gives Izuku a quick kiss on the cheek, before they go back to hugging again.

Kirishima sniffles from where they’ve been poorly hidden in the bushes, “Man, that’s so manly.”

“Bravo, Bravo!” Aoyma spouts equally as emotional.

The boys go back to holding hands as they take in the sight of very teary eyes watching them, “All of you go away, nosey assholes!” Katsuki aimed a very scary glare in the direction of his bothersome classmates, who were all spying on them — how did he not notice all of them?

He stops his glare at the sound of sniffing across from him, “Are u seriously crying too?”

Izuku pouts, “I can’t- hic- help it.” His classmates start walking closer to the new couple. He pats Izuku on the head. “Look what you all did!” 

He takes a hand to Izuku’s face and cups it behind his neck, and aggressively drags his head towards him to plant a kiss on Deku’s forehead. before pushing him away again causing Izuku to giggle.

In a wobbly voice Kaminari speaks up, “Can I come to the wedding?”

Katsuki tries to count to three he really does, but before he knows it he’s already lighting up sparks in his hands, “Not if I kill you first.”

Izuku laughs as he watches Katsuki chase around his classmates, not realising Uraraka has moved next to him, “You happy Deku?” He turns to smile at her, “Extremely.”

When they’re all done for the night they head back to the dorms, Izuku right by his side with Katsuki’s arm around his shoulder.

Katsuki wasn’t a touchy person before all this, so he couldn’t accurately compare how touch would’ve felt without the quirks' influence. He figured it would've felt just as good knowing the one he loved was the one giving it.

Quirk: Cuddle Frenzy

Description: contact quirk, whoever is hit with Cuddle Frenzy will develop an intense craving to engage in physical contact. If desire isn’t met a painful itching sensation will envelop them.

Remedy: U̶n̶k̶n̶o̶w̶n̶

Update: Surge of physical affection from the person you love the most.