Thread by @sumimasn

#bkdk / #srrk / #tddk

bakugou katsuki was not a jealous person.

at least, not over trivial things.

but his boyfriend? 𝘥𝘦𝘬𝘶?
he was 𝘯𝘰𝘵 a trivial thing.

okay, so maybe deku wasn’t 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 his boyfriend. but he practically was!

they went on regular dates… and they were almost always together. deku always asked katsuki if he was going to get-together and parties, as if insinuating he wouldn’t go without the blond.

so why did his stomach curl up every time izuku sat too close to shouto? while he stood next to his friend, hanta, watching their boyfriends get a little too close.

𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦. maybe neither of them officially asked their boyfriends out, but you’d have to be blind to not see the connection!

and apparently both izuku and shouto were blind.

completely blind, because they inched just a little too close and now their mouths were on each other’s.

hanta’s adam apple bobbed as he swallowed down thickly, whereas the flimsy solo cup in katsuki’s hand was immediately crushed.

he could’ve 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 he saw tongue. and maybe hanta was into that (doubtful from the way he was acting, and with a bead of sweat currently rolling down his face), but katsuki sure as hell wasn’t.

he wasn’t keen on sharing deku with 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦. not even todoroki shouto.

katsuki was first to act, his heavy boots barely heard over the music. the shards of cup long discarded.

he grabbed izuku by the wrist, and through gritted teeth he spoke.

“𝘥𝘦𝘬𝘶.”

izuku looked up at him with wide eyes, and katsuki immediately melted. he couldn’t help himself. not when izuku looked at him like that.

he cleared his throat, his eyes flickering away in his embarrassment. katsuki’s cheeks were pinkish, and he could feel his heart thrumming.

“i’m drunk,” he said. “take me home.”

it was a lie. he wasn’t even close to a buzz, but izuku didn’t need to know that.

izuku smiled at him with a certain 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 that could make angels sing.

“yeah, okay.”

and he immediately disconnected from shouto on the couch. katsuki couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly. especially as he took izuku’s hand in his.

“so i don’t get lost,” he explained in more of a teasing tone. izuku just laughed at that and squeezed his hand.

“we wouldn’t want that, would we, kacchan?”

izuku said his goodbyes to shouto, and to hanta. and a few others as they made their way outside.

the brisk cool air brought them together. izuku practically leaned against katsuki as he clung onto him for warmth.

of course as soon as they got to katsuki’s apartment, he’d invite izuku in. and izuku would humbly accept.

and katsuki decided that’s when he’d make his move. he didn’t care if izuku was dating shouto, or if it was some fling. or just two drunk friends making out.

it didn’t matter.

because at the end of the night, izuku would be 𝘩𝘪𝘴.

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