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✨INTERACTIVE THREAD✨
Izuku meets his college friend’s (with benefits) hot dad. Turns out they’ve met before, and he’s already totally enamored.
CW: NSFW‼️, sexually explicit content, age gap, bottom Bakugou, OC for plot, will be updated as we go
✨INTERACTIVE THREAD✨
Izuku meets his college friend’s (with benefits) hot dad. Turns out they’ve met before, and he’s already totally enamored.
CW: NSFW‼️, sexually explicit content, age gap, bottom Bakugou, OC for plot, will be updated as we go
“This kind of feels like I’m meeting your dad to ask for your hand in marriage.” Izuku lets out a full-bodied chuckle to mask his nerves.
Mitsuyo playfully shoves at his shoulder. “Except you’re not! You’re a friend staying over for winter break, no pressure.” As they approach
Mitsuyo playfully shoves at his shoulder. “Except you’re not! You’re a friend staying over for winter break, no pressure.” As they approach
the front steps of her household home, Izuku begins to feel said non-existent pressure. It’d be much simpler if they were only friends! Dads had a sixth sense for knowing when you’ve seen their daughter naked— speaking from experience.
“Okay, fair warning, he’s a little intense but he’s more bark than bite.” Mitsuyo has said this spiel at least half a dozen times over the course of the past week and not much else about her father. Each time she warns Izuku, his confidence coincidently dips.
“Got it.” She takes her cue to open the front door, no knocks or warnings, just barging in with a loud thud of wood hitting the wall.
“Dad! I’m home!” Mitsuyo spares no time slipping off her shoes and entering the home Izuku, on the other hand, is slow and methodical about it.
“Dad! I’m home!” Mitsuyo spares no time slipping off her shoes and entering the home Izuku, on the other hand, is slow and methodical about it.
Or, to simply put it, he’s delaying the inevitable (even if it’s seconds).
“Yeah I heard! Break the fucking door, why don’t ya?” That voice. Oh god. Why was it familiar? It’s muffled by the kitchen wall but he’s certain he knows it. “Where is this guy? If he’s letting out
“Yeah I heard! Break the fucking door, why don’t ya?” That voice. Oh god. Why was it familiar? It’s muffled by the kitchen wall but he’s certain he knows it. “Where is this guy? If he’s letting out
the heat—“
Mitsuyo’s father steps around the corner, cloth in hand as he dries himself off. They make eye contact from across the room and all goes silent. Izuku mentally hits himself upside the head, eyes darting quickly between Mitsuyo and her father.
Mitsuyo’s father steps around the corner, cloth in hand as he dries himself off. They make eye contact from across the room and all goes silent. Izuku mentally hits himself upside the head, eyes darting quickly between Mitsuyo and her father.
How did he not see it before?
She looks exactly like him. Tufts of light blonde hair, toothy smile, and amber eyes that gleam red in the right lighting. A damn splitting image!
“Ah, Mr. Midoriya. I wasn’t expecting you.”
She looks exactly like him. Tufts of light blonde hair, toothy smile, and amber eyes that gleam red in the right lighting. A damn splitting image!
“Ah, Mr. Midoriya. I wasn’t expecting you.”
Bakugou. How did he forget Mitsuyo’s last name was Bakugou?! In all fairness, her father did like to be called Katsuki. /My father is Mr. Bakugou, call me Katsuki./That was the first thing he said to Izuku when they met.
“You know him?” Mitsuyo pops her head out, mouth obviously full of a dinner not meant to be eaten yet. Her cheeks are puffed up like a squirrel’s and her eyebrow is raised with her curiosity.
“He’s a student of mine,” Katsuki clarifies. Oh that didn’t cover the half of it.
“He’s a student of mine,” Katsuki clarifies. Oh that didn’t cover the half of it.
Izuku shrugs in her general direction, feet glued to the ground just by mere shock. “Be the best if he didn’t spend most of my class daydreaming.”
“Small world,” Izuku adds with an awkward laugh. He’s happy neither of them are mind readers.
“Small world,” Izuku adds with an awkward laugh. He’s happy neither of them are mind readers.
‘Oh hi Mitsuyo, Izuku here, I’ve been eye banging your dad since the beginning of the semester.’ OR,
‘Hi Katsuki-san, I’ve been literally banging your daughter since last year. On and off.’
Oh God. None of that can leave his brain. He dies with it.
‘Hi Katsuki-san, I’ve been literally banging your daughter since last year. On and off.’
Oh God. None of that can leave his brain. He dies with it.
“Well, come on in. Dad made dinner.” Izuku nods and steps past his professor. Up until now, every instance they came in contact he’s been calm, flirty even, desperate to evoke a blush or two out of the older man. With the new information downloading he’s reduced to a nothing but
an awkward man-child with the vocabulary of a toddler.
Izuku can feel the intensity of Katsuki’s stare on his back as he walks towards the kitchen. It doesn’t falter when he sets his things off to the side and takes the seat Mitsuyo has patted beside her. “He’s a good cook.”
Izuku can feel the intensity of Katsuki’s stare on his back as he walks towards the kitchen. It doesn’t falter when he sets his things off to the side and takes the seat Mitsuyo has patted beside her. “He’s a good cook.”
“Damn straight, kid.”
“Annnnd, he isn’t even slightly humble about it.” Izuku sits down as Katsuki serves them a meal fit for a king-- at least to a poor college kid who lives off a meal plan. Sukiyaki paired with rice and beaten egg, just the way his mother used to make it
“Annnnd, he isn’t even slightly humble about it.” Izuku sits down as Katsuki serves them a meal fit for a king-- at least to a poor college kid who lives off a meal plan. Sukiyaki paired with rice and beaten egg, just the way his mother used to make it
when he was younger. Heck, it smelled even better. Not that he’d tell his mom that.
“You made this?” Izuku’s mouth is practically watering at the sight.
Katsuki scoffs and sits across from him. “Course I did.” He says it as if it’s obvious.
“You made this?” Izuku’s mouth is practically watering at the sight.
Katsuki scoffs and sits across from him. “Course I did.” He says it as if it’s obvious.
“Well it looks great, Mr. Bakugou. Err. Katsuki-san?”
“Katsuki is perfectly suitable, Mr. Midoriya.”
“Izuku,” the younger man corrects. “Izuku is okay.”
“Katsuki is perfectly suitable, Mr. Midoriya.”
“Izuku,” the younger man corrects. “Izuku is okay.”
Katsuki furrows his brow in thought and gives a half grin. “Izuku it is.”
“Quit it, I’m hungry. Thank you for this meal yadda yadda yadda, let’s eat!” Mitsuyo grabs her chopsticks before her father can scold her and digs in, taking a bit of everything.
“Quit it, I’m hungry. Thank you for this meal yadda yadda yadda, let’s eat!” Mitsuyo grabs her chopsticks before her father can scold her and digs in, taking a bit of everything.
Izuku politely waits his turn, signaling for Katsuki to go next after him. “Guests first,” Katsuki insists, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. What he knows, Izuku has no idea.
“Okay, thank you!” He happily takes his own helping and they mingle, passing bowls
“Okay, thank you!” He happily takes his own helping and they mingle, passing bowls
back and forth. Izuku says his thanks and gobbles up his first bite, salivating as the flavors reach his tongue. It’s the best thing he’s eaten in a LONG time, maybe ever.
Katsuki’s stare lingers a hair too long, waiting for his reaction. “Well?”
Katsuki’s stare lingers a hair too long, waiting for his reaction. “Well?”
“It’s great, Katsuki-san.”
Katsuki’s face switches to something smug, obviously pleased with his reply. “So you’re dating my daughter?”
Izuku nearly spits out his bite, while Mitsuyo actually does. “Dad! It’s not like that, I told you already!” She wipes at the broth that
Katsuki’s face switches to something smug, obviously pleased with his reply. “So you’re dating my daughter?”
Izuku nearly spits out his bite, while Mitsuyo actually does. “Dad! It’s not like that, I told you already!” She wipes at the broth that
dribbles down her chin from her spit take.
Katsuki looks to Izuku for his answer.
Katsuki looks to Izuku for his answer.
Izuku says…
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“Mitsuyo is right!” The tension in the room is palpable, basically awkwardness served on a silver platter. “We’re /definitely/ not dating!”
Izuku grimaces when he realizes how he said it. “I didn’t mean it like that, anyone would be lucky to date your daughter I’m sure, I’m just
Izuku grimaces when he realizes how he said it. “I didn’t mean it like that, anyone would be lucky to date your daughter I’m sure, I’m just
not and—“
“Izuku, can it.” Mitsuyo gives her dad a challenging look. “See?Just friends, dad.”
Katsuki sits in contemplative silence, chopsticks in hand and lingering over his food. “I’ve never seen you this nervous before. It’s a different look for you.”
“Izuku, can it.” Mitsuyo gives her dad a challenging look. “See?Just friends, dad.”
Katsuki sits in contemplative silence, chopsticks in hand and lingering over his food. “I’ve never seen you this nervous before. It’s a different look for you.”
Right, because he’s the student who goes to office hours and gets a little to close to the hot teacher. Their thighs have “accidentally” brushed at least a dozen times and he knows exactly what to say, even if it’s long winded.
There was always an escape route on campus though. When you’re in a course with nearly one hundred other students, there’s no guaranteed way to pin down a single person.
“Usually you’re the nervous one,” Izuku lets slip out which warrants the hairy eyeball from Mitsuyo.
“Usually you’re the nervous one,” Izuku lets slip out which warrants the hairy eyeball from Mitsuyo.
It’s the look that screams ‘we’re talking about this later’. He knows that look pretty well. He clears his throat and begins to eat again.
Katsuki presses his lips together before doing the same. Mitsuyo lets out a drawn out sigh. “Wow this is going way better than I thought.”
Katsuki presses his lips together before doing the same. Mitsuyo lets out a drawn out sigh. “Wow this is going way better than I thought.”
The tone is obviously sarcastic and Katsuki shoots his daughter a glare in return.
“Just eat your food,” he grumbles. The three of them eat in uninterrupted silence, only the sound of slurps and swallows breaking it.
“Just eat your food,” he grumbles. The three of them eat in uninterrupted silence, only the sound of slurps and swallows breaking it.
Izuku offers to clean up when they finish but Katsuki is quick to refuse his help. Instead, Mitsuyo drags him upstairs to her bedroom to drop off her bags. She shuts the door behind them and turns around, hands on her hips in the way she does it when she’s about it get her way.
“Spill.”
Izuku scrunches up his nose, slowly finding a seat at her desk. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Bullshit you know!” If Izuku was scared of one thing, it was Mitsuyo when her temper was out. He had to tread carefully. It wasn’t as simple as telling her that 1) her dad
Izuku scrunches up his nose, slowly finding a seat at her desk. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Bullshit you know!” If Izuku was scared of one thing, it was Mitsuyo when her temper was out. He had to tread carefully. It wasn’t as simple as telling her that 1) her dad
had the genes of a goddamn God and 2) he has been flirting with him since the beginning of fall semester. Not discreetly, either.
Katsuki was hard to read too, he never really knew if he /enjoyed/ the attention or not. He’d just go pink in the ears, put on his mean mug, and
Katsuki was hard to read too, he never really knew if he /enjoyed/ the attention or not. He’d just go pink in the ears, put on his mean mug, and
continue on with the lesson as usual. One time he /did/ kick Izuku out of his office though, but the next time he asked for help, Katsuki let him back in.
He responds by saying…
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The next thing he knows, one of her throw pillows smashes directly into his face. He nearly falls over in his chair with the sudden impact, but he’s quick to steady himself to normal balance. “Okay, okay! White flag! I’ll tell you!”
Mitsuyo is geared up with another one of her
Mitsuyo is geared up with another one of her
pillows, ready to strike at any moment. Izuku puts his hands up defensively, bracing himself for another hit. “Put the weapon of war down, I white flagged you!”
She presses her lips together in the way her father does, lowering the pillow to her side. “Fine.”
She presses her lips together in the way her father does, lowering the pillow to her side. “Fine.”
“You’re gonna kill me.”
“I’ll make it a quick and painless death if you hurry it up and tell me. Otherwise it’s full torture.” She wiggles the fingers on her free hand, indicative of his least favorite thing ever: tickling.
“I’ll make it a quick and painless death if you hurry it up and tell me. Otherwise it’s full torture.” She wiggles the fingers on her free hand, indicative of his least favorite thing ever: tickling.
He flinches at the terrible thought. Mitsuyo would be relentless if she got her hands on him. “Wellll, remember the beginning of the semester? I told you I had a hot teacher in one of my classes?”
“Vaguely,” she sighs. “I most likely wasn’t listening.”
“Vaguely,” she sighs. “I most likely wasn’t listening.”
“You’re mean.”
“It runs in the family, couldn’t you tell?” Mitsuyo scratches the back of her head. “So was the hot teacher… my dad, or something?”
Izuku swallows hard, mentally preparing for the next part. “Yeah, he was. Is?”
“It runs in the family, couldn’t you tell?” Mitsuyo scratches the back of her head. “So was the hot teacher… my dad, or something?”
Izuku swallows hard, mentally preparing for the next part. “Yeah, he was. Is?”
She relaxes her stance a bit more. “Gross, but that’s not too bad. I’m used to my friends thinking he’s hot.”
“I’ve been going to his office hours at least twice a week since the beginning of the semester.”
“Okay…”
“I’ve been going to his office hours at least twice a week since the beginning of the semester.”
“Okay…”
“And flirting with him. Hard core,” he admits.
“Izuku!” She hisses at him.
“I have it BAD for your dad, Mits. I’ve been trying to get him all riled up ever since I met him and love making him blush because, well, it’s fun, but also because it’s goddamn attractive when he does
“Izuku!” She hisses at him.
“I have it BAD for your dad, Mits. I’ve been trying to get him all riled up ever since I met him and love making him blush because, well, it’s fun, but also because it’s goddamn attractive when he does
and oh my god, what are you doing—“
The second pillow interrupts his babbling, straight to the crotch. Exactly where he /wasn’t/ actively blocking. It doesn’t hurt too much but his dick takes the brute of it. Oof.
The second pillow interrupts his babbling, straight to the crotch. Exactly where he /wasn’t/ actively blocking. It doesn’t hurt too much but his dick takes the brute of it. Oof.
“You’ve been hitting on my dad! EW!” Mitsuyo practically screeches it for the whole world to hear. Izuku scrambles up to cover her mouth with his palms, looking over to the door as if Katsuki is about to bust in any moment.
“I didn’t know he was your dad until an hour ago,” he says, keeping his voice low. Something slimey brushes his palm and he yanks his hands away at the realization it’s Mitsuyo’s tongue. “Hey!”
“I cannot be silenced, Izuku!” She proclaims. He wipes his hand off on his shirt
“I cannot be silenced, Izuku!” She proclaims. He wipes his hand off on his shirt
with a grimace. As he does so, the door swings open without warning. Katsuki stands on the other side, stern look on his face.
“Dad! Ever hear of knocking?!”
“The concept is familiar to me, brat,” he replies. “While I don’t care what you do outside the house, I won’t be having
“Dad! Ever hear of knocking?!”
“The concept is familiar to me, brat,” he replies. “While I don’t care what you do outside the house, I won’t be having
you guys fucking under my roof. Doors open.”
“Subtle. We weren’t fucking, and weren’t planning on it either!” Mitsuyo goes red in the face with anger, or perhaps embarrassment.
“You know college boys and their hormones, Mitsuyo.” Katsuki’s attention is fixed on Izuku as he
“Subtle. We weren’t fucking, and weren’t planning on it either!” Mitsuyo goes red in the face with anger, or perhaps embarrassment.
“You know college boys and their hormones, Mitsuyo.” Katsuki’s attention is fixed on Izuku as he
says this. He might as well be calling Izuku out there alone. “Speaking of which, I made up a bed for you in the guest room. On the other side of the hall.”
“I’ll make sure he gets there safe and sound, alright?” Mitsuyo has a sarcasm to her voice that was begging to piss off
“I’ll make sure he gets there safe and sound, alright?” Mitsuyo has a sarcasm to her voice that was begging to piss off
her dad. “Be gone, troll!”
“Look in the mirror before you call me a troll,” he warns. Katsuki offers one last glance at Izuku, who hasn’t said a single word since he entered the room, and then heads back down the hall. He leaves the door open, a reminder that their privacy is
“Look in the mirror before you call me a troll,” he warns. Katsuki offers one last glance at Izuku, who hasn’t said a single word since he entered the room, and then heads back down the hall. He leaves the door open, a reminder that their privacy is
limited.
“I can’t believe you’re attracted to /that/.”
Izuku’s eyes nearly budge out of his skull. “Shut up! The door is open! He’s probably got this placed bugged.”
Mitsuyo rolls her eyes, flopping onto her bed. “We gotta figure out what to do about this.”
“I can’t believe you’re attracted to /that/.”
Izuku’s eyes nearly budge out of his skull. “Shut up! The door is open! He’s probably got this placed bugged.”
Mitsuyo rolls her eyes, flopping onto her bed. “We gotta figure out what to do about this.”
“/We/ aren’t doing anything, Mits. I’ll just avoid him on campus and never come back here and then I never have to deal with it again.”
“Is that what Izuku Jr. wants?” She raises a curious brow.
“Is that what Izuku Jr. wants?” She raises a curious brow.
Izuku picks up the pillow that lays abandoned on the floor and screams into it. He peeks over the edge. “I told you not to call my dick that!” It’s true though, somehow Katsuki has grown exponentially more attractive since he stepped foot into the Bakugou household.
“But it’s fun.”
“For you.”
“That’s all that matters. Anywho, back to what I was saying….”
“For you.”
“That’s all that matters. Anywho, back to what I was saying….”
Mitsuyo proposes this plan…
Izuku braces himself for the lecture of the lifetime. Mitsuyo wasn’t particularly good at them, per se, but she loved putting someone in their place when the opportunity arose.
“I can’t believe I’m even saying this…” She pauses for dramatic effect. “I’m setting you free, Izuku Midoriya.”
Izuku frowns, looking into his lap. He’s upset with himself for divulging his secret crush, the last thing he wanted was to lose her friendship. “Okay, I’ll pack my
Izuku frowns, looking into his lap. He’s upset with himself for divulging his secret crush, the last thing he wanted was to lose her friendship. “Okay, I’ll pack my
stuff and head back to the dorms.”
Mitsuyo flicks him square in the forehead before he can mope for too much longer. “Shut up, I mean the sex. No more of the hanky panky. Slamming the clam. Bruising the beef curtains—“
Mitsuyo flicks him square in the forehead before he can mope for too much longer. “Shut up, I mean the sex. No more of the hanky panky. Slamming the clam. Bruising the beef curtains—“
“Mitsuyo you’re ridiculous,” he says to interrupt her. “I don’t get it though. Are you that upset with me?”
“—no more doing the horizontal greased-weasel tango, the— what? No! I’m grossed out by the complete thought of it but I’m not mad at you.”
“—no more doing the horizontal greased-weasel tango, the— what? No! I’m grossed out by the complete thought of it but I’m not mad at you.”
“I’m mad at you for making my ears here those awful phrases.” He finally looks up to make eye contact with Mitsuyo and there’s so anger or malice in her expression. “Then why?”
“I thought it was obvious!” Mitsuyo giggles, ruffling his curls. “I can NOT sleep with someone boning
“I thought it was obvious!” Mitsuyo giggles, ruffling his curls. “I can NOT sleep with someone boning
my dad. I would rather crawl into the core of the earth and burn my flesh off.”
“I’m not ‘boning’ your dad.” His voice is so low that it makes it nearly impossible to hear him. The door’s open after all.
“Yet.” Mitsuyo has a mischievous grin on her lips and a gleam in her eye
“I’m not ‘boning’ your dad.” His voice is so low that it makes it nearly impossible to hear him. The door’s open after all.
“Yet.” Mitsuyo has a mischievous grin on her lips and a gleam in her eye
that Izuku knows all too well.
“Yet? Don’t tell me you’re going to try and set me up with him because the answer is no—“
“Lalala I can’t hear you over all these brilliant ideas screaming in my head on how to get my best friend and father to booooone.”
“Yet? Don’t tell me you’re going to try and set me up with him because the answer is no—“
“Lalala I can’t hear you over all these brilliant ideas screaming in my head on how to get my best friend and father to booooone.”
“Shut up, he’s probably right outside the door!” Izuku tackles her to the bed and they end up in a fit of laughter.
He smiles down at her. “Thanks Mits. You know I won’t accept your help, right?”
He smiles down at her. “Thanks Mits. You know I won’t accept your help, right?”
Mitsuyo gives him a nonchalant shrug. “You know I’m not giving you a choice, right?” Stubborn as always.
Izuku climbs off the bed, looking towards the open door. “I have some brainstorming to,” Mitsuyo interjects his train of thought, “so be gone. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Izuku climbs off the bed, looking towards the open door. “I have some brainstorming to,” Mitsuyo interjects his train of thought, “so be gone. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Izuku nods and gathers his things from the corner where he left them. “Night, Mits.”
“It’s the third door down, right past the almighty King’s room itself.” He givers her a thumbs up and begins to leave. “Night, don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
“It’s the third door down, right past the almighty King’s room itself.” He givers her a thumbs up and begins to leave. “Night, don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
He shuts the door as he exits the room, and makes a right towards the guest room. Between Mitsuyo’s and Katsuki’s rooms is a bathroom, and further down the hall is the supposed guest room.
Izuku pauses in the hallway. He finds his throat dry and his mind buzzing with the possibilities of the conversation he just had with Mitsuyo. He’s never been in this house before today and can’t decide if it’s rude to go downstairs to try and hunt for a glass of water.
The bathroom is right there, and while not ideal, he could grab a drink and get ready for bed in one go.
Izuku sighs, scratching his chin. This all would have been much simpler if he had elected to stay on campus in his dorm room for winter break.
Izuku sighs, scratching his chin. This all would have been much simpler if he had elected to stay on campus in his dorm room for winter break.
Off to the side, he notices Katsuki’s room door is slightly ajar. He can hear the faint sound of his favorite show playing from the television.
The next thing he does is…
Izuku, against his better judgement, sets his things down quietly off to the side and peeks inside the bedroom door. It’s dark, ominous in its atmosphere, the room illuminated by the dull light of the television.
He can’t see things very clearly, just the empty bed made neatly with dark red sheets. Is Katsuki not in here? Would it be wrong to just nudge the door open a little more?
The question is rhetorical, he already knows the answer, yet he does it anyway. He gently presses his
The question is rhetorical, he already knows the answer, yet he does it anyway. He gently presses his
fingertips to the wood and hesitantly pushes it open— just enough to catch a better glimpse of where Katsuki sleeps.
With more to see, he notices he was right— his favorite show, The Adventures of All Might, is quietly running. He momentarily gets distracted as he tries to
With more to see, he notices he was right— his favorite show, The Adventures of All Might, is quietly running. He momentarily gets distracted as he tries to
pinpoint what episode is playing, definitely season two based on All Might’s haircut and—
“Can I help you?”
Izuku practically jumps out of his bones, knocking his shoulder into the door frame as he whips around to face Katsuki. The last person he wanted to be caught snooping
“Can I help you?”
Izuku practically jumps out of his bones, knocking his shoulder into the door frame as he whips around to face Katsuki. The last person he wanted to be caught snooping
by.
“Professor— uh, dad, no—Katsuki-san!” He’s finds himself tongue tied. If he hadn’t already shattered his illusion of suave, coolness yet, this is sure to be the final straw. “Sorry, I heard All Might and was curious. Which isn’t an excuse!”
“Professor— uh, dad, no—Katsuki-san!” He’s finds himself tongue tied. If he hadn’t already shattered his illusion of suave, coolness yet, this is sure to be the final straw. “Sorry, I heard All Might and was curious. Which isn’t an excuse!”
Katsuki clicks his tongue and eyes the younger man up and down. “You know Adventures? It came out long before you were born.”
Izuku enthusiastically nods. “I’m a huge fan! My mom played it for me when I was a baby and I guess that was my All Might awakening. I have every season
Izuku enthusiastically nods. “I’m a huge fan! My mom played it for me when I was a baby and I guess that was my All Might awakening. I have every season
including the box set with the extend cut, and don’t get me started on—“ He stops himself, painfully aware of how lame he probably sounds. “Sorry, I’m pretty passionate about it. I like to think I’m his number one fan.” That comment wasn’t much better to help his case.
“You apologize a lot. Don’t, it’s annoying.” Katsuki brushes past him to open the bedroom door, looking back to Izuku as he finds a seat on his bed. “You coming or what?”
“What?” Izuku blinks at him. In this lighting, which is supposed to be completely unflattering to the
“What?” Izuku blinks at him. In this lighting, which is supposed to be completely unflattering to the
normal human being, he looks gorgeous. His jaw line is accentuated by the shadows and his spiked hair is messy in all the right ways.
“Prove to me you’re All Night’s biggest fan. You can’t, obviously, but you can try.” A challenge.
“Prove to me you’re All Night’s biggest fan. You can’t, obviously, but you can try.” A challenge.
Izuku really should say no. Shouldn’t he? The more he thinks about it, he can’t really see /why/ he should. Mitsuyo has given her weird version of a blessing. And it’s just a tv show! Nothing crazy.
“You mutter a lot, you know.”
“You mutter a lot, you know.”
Shit, did Katsuki hear him? If he did, he pretends to not care.
Izuku pushes the boundary of the bedroom and stands awkwardly next to the bed, eyes glued to the screen. “Thanks.”
He can feel Katsuki’s eyes on him, watching his every move. The silence is stifling for a few
Izuku pushes the boundary of the bedroom and stands awkwardly next to the bed, eyes glued to the screen. “Thanks.”
He can feel Katsuki’s eyes on him, watching his every move. The silence is stifling for a few
minutes, and while Izuku is watching the screen, he’s not comprehending anything.
“You can sit, I don’t bite,” Katsuki says, no emotion in his voice to gauge what he’s feeling right now. /I might/, Izuku thinks in response. He sits on the edge of the bed, as far away from
“You can sit, I don’t bite,” Katsuki says, no emotion in his voice to gauge what he’s feeling right now. /I might/, Izuku thinks in response. He sits on the edge of the bed, as far away from
Katsuki as humanly possible.
“What’s your favorite season?” Katsuki asks.
“Well, the first season is an absolutely classic. It’s his introductory arc and really builds on establishing him as a character and hero! But, the villains and plot during the third season by far
“What’s your favorite season?” Katsuki asks.
“Well, the first season is an absolutely classic. It’s his introductory arc and really builds on establishing him as a character and hero! But, the villains and plot during the third season by far
outmatch the rest. We really see All Might struggle with…” Izuku goes off into what seems to be a rehearsed monologue about the complexities of the show. As he does so, he loosens up, shoulders relaxing and he gets closer to Katsuki in the bed to face him. He talks with his
hands, as if drawing graphs or lines to every point he makes. And Katsuki listens, with that smoldering intensity that never seems to flicker.
He talks for what seems like hours, even if realistically it’s only been ten, twenty, minutes tops. Eventually he stops himself when
He talks for what seems like hours, even if realistically it’s only been ten, twenty, minutes tops. Eventually he stops himself when
it dawns on him that Katsuki hasn’t said a word. “Ah! Sorry, I got carried away. Not many people want to listen to my analysis of the show.”
“I haven’t see season three,” Katsuki replies to him.
Izuku flinches back in horror. “What? Why didn’t you stop me? I just revealed
“I haven’t see season three,” Katsuki replies to him.
Izuku flinches back in horror. “What? Why didn’t you stop me? I just revealed
every major spoiler and plot twist in the season! Just shoot me now!” He flops back on the bed dramatically, covering his face with his hands.
“I’m shitting you, Deku. Of course I’ve seen the third season.” Izuku peeks through the cracks between his fingers. “It’s my favorite
“I’m shitting you, Deku. Of course I’ve seen the third season.” Izuku peeks through the cracks between his fingers. “It’s my favorite
too, because I have fucking taste.”
He licks his lips and looks up at Katsuki. “Did… did you just call me Deku?”
“Yeah, I’ve been reading your name as Deku all semester on your papers and it suits you, so it stuck.”
He licks his lips and looks up at Katsuki. “Did… did you just call me Deku?”
“Yeah, I’ve been reading your name as Deku all semester on your papers and it suits you, so it stuck.”
“That’s not very nice!” Izuku frowns, removing his a hand from his face to playfully hit Katsuki’s shoulder.
The older man leans in a hair closer to say, “I’m not very nice.”
The older man leans in a hair closer to say, “I’m not very nice.”
The words go straight to Izuku’s dick. His skin goes hot and he’s thankful the room is dark. Katsuki is beautiful and charming in that “mean-mug” kind of way. He wants to touch him in ways he’s not supposed to, please him, fill him. The thoughts running through his head are lewd
and dirty and top his attraction with Katsuki being into All Might, fuck now he wants to marry the guy!
/Focus, Izuku./ He needs to calm down and take back control of the situation. No way was he going to be reduced to a babbling mess, AGAIN, in front of him.
/Focus, Izuku./ He needs to calm down and take back control of the situation. No way was he going to be reduced to a babbling mess, AGAIN, in front of him.
“I wouldn’t say that,” Izuku manages out quietly. “I think you’re nicer than you let others believe.”
Katsuki quirks an eyebrow in intrigue. “I won’t say I’m sorry when I burst your imaginary little bubble.”
Katsuki quirks an eyebrow in intrigue. “I won’t say I’m sorry when I burst your imaginary little bubble.”
“I don’t think you will.”
Katsuki doesn’t respond to that, instead he watches Izuku intently. The show is playing in the background but the exchange of breaths between them is defeating. He goes to turn away, to say something, to end whatever this is, and Izuku desperately
Katsuki doesn’t respond to that, instead he watches Izuku intently. The show is playing in the background but the exchange of breaths between them is defeating. He goes to turn away, to say something, to end whatever this is, and Izuku desperately
doesn’t want to let the moment go.
He…
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Izuku panics, and in a moment of poor judgement, he grabs Katsuki’s sleeve and pulls him in. Their faces are inches apart and at this distance, he can notice every eyelash, the curve of his lips.
Katsuki stares down at him, as if waiting for an answer as to why Izuku is clinging to him. He doesn’t have the answer either, but he needs to give one.
Izuku leans forward, daring to take the lead. He’s spent the entirety of the day intimidated by the fact Katsuki is his
Izuku leans forward, daring to take the lead. He’s spent the entirety of the day intimidated by the fact Katsuki is his
friend’s father. Katsuki’s lips are terrifyingly close and he’s about to press up against them—
Katsuki avoids the kiss. He turns his body towards the tv again, attention focused on anything but the situation at hand. “You should go.”
Katsuki avoids the kiss. He turns his body towards the tv again, attention focused on anything but the situation at hand. “You should go.”
Shit, he messed up. Misread signals somewhere to fit his own agenda or something. Izuku climbs off the bed and mutters something about seeing him in the morning, before disappearing down the hall with bags in tow.
He spends the rest of the night replaying that stupid moment in his head— and he wishes he didn’t touch himself to the thought of Katsuki either.
✨
✨
Izuku wakes up to Mitsuyo flopping down on his bed. She shakes him until he finally sits up, curls messy from restless sleep. “You look like shit, Zuzu.”
“Thanks,” he grumbles.
“Chop, chop. We’ve got tickets to the aquarium downtown! The old man is making breakfast as we
“Thanks,” he grumbles.
“Chop, chop. We’ve got tickets to the aquarium downtown! The old man is making breakfast as we
speak.”
“I’m not going,” Izuku says, pulling the covers his head again. Mitsuyo immediately tugs them off again much to his dismay.
“What got into you?” She asks. When he doesn’t answer right away, she smacks his shoulder.
He looks up at her. “I tried to kiss your dad.”
“I’m not going,” Izuku says, pulling the covers his head again. Mitsuyo immediately tugs them off again much to his dismay.
“What got into you?” She asks. When he doesn’t answer right away, she smacks his shoulder.
He looks up at her. “I tried to kiss your dad.”
“What?” Mitsuyo pauses. “You work fast.”
“He swerved me Mits, he SWERVED ME.” Izuku feels defeated. “And then, he asked me to LEAVE. It was embarrassing.” All the blatant flirting on campus and subtle gestures were never this ill received.
“He swerved me Mits, he SWERVED ME.” Izuku feels defeated. “And then, he asked me to LEAVE. It was embarrassing.” All the blatant flirting on campus and subtle gestures were never this ill received.
Mitsuyo frowns, ruffling his hair out of some weird sense of pity. She surprises him by not apologizing though. “Leave it to me. Except the dressing part, do that yourself. Be down for breakfast in fifteen.”
She leaves him without another word, long before he can protest whatever crazy idea she has. Izuku does as he’s told and gets washed up and dressed into casual clothes. His hair proves to be unmanageable so he pulls a beanie over it.
He finds the courage to go downstairs and face Katsuki, even if he plans on not looking him in the eye. When he enters the kitchen, Mitsuyo is hastily finishing her breakfast while her father is cleaning up the mess he made.
“Good morning,” Izuku greets them both.
“Good morning,” Izuku greets them both.
“Mornin’,” Katsuki grunts over the dishes.
“We’ve got a train to catch so eat up!” Mitsuyo instructs over her empty bowl. She zips back up stairs while Izuku quietly eats.
Not too long after, the three of them leave the house to go to the train station. Katsuki and Mitsuyo
“We’ve got a train to catch so eat up!” Mitsuyo instructs over her empty bowl. She zips back up stairs while Izuku quietly eats.
Not too long after, the three of them leave the house to go to the train station. Katsuki and Mitsuyo
argue the entire way there about how much easier it would have been to drive to the aquarium. Mitsuyo insists the train ride is an essential experience for Izuku, as if he doesn’t go to school a mere twenty minutes away.
Izuku says nothing the entire ride over, attempting to not further cross any more boundaries. They arrive at the gate a hair before it opens, which only serves to add fuel to their bickering fire.
Katsuki is mid-serve of a complaint when Mitsuyo shushes him to answer a call. He
Katsuki is mid-serve of a complaint when Mitsuyo shushes him to answer a call. He
scowls, obviously furious at being interrupted but doesn’t yell over her. Mitsuyo gives Izuku a side glance that screams “mischief” and he shakes his head when he thinks Katsuki isn’t looking.
She hangs up and turns to her impatient father. “I’ve got bad news, guys. Mei needs
She hangs up and turns to her impatient father. “I’ve got bad news, guys. Mei needs
me.”
“What’s so important that you have to go now?” Katsuki asks.
“It’s life changing and that’s all I can tell you, pops. I gotta go. You’ll be okay, right?” Mitsuyo looks over to Izuku who is trying not to give her the stink eye.
“Mitsuyo.”
“What’s so important that you have to go now?” Katsuki asks.
“It’s life changing and that’s all I can tell you, pops. I gotta go. You’ll be okay, right?” Mitsuyo looks over to Izuku who is trying not to give her the stink eye.
“Mitsuyo.”
“Daaad.” She digs through her pockets and hands over the tickets to Izuku. “I’ll be back later, please have fun without me!”
Katsuki shouts after her but she’s gone down the building. Izuku holds the tickets out with a frown. “So… what should we do?”
Katsuki shouts after her but she’s gone down the building. Izuku holds the tickets out with a frown. “So… what should we do?”
They…
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Which exhibit do they visit first?
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Which exhibit do they visit first?
Katsuki takes the tickets from his hand and makes way for the entrance of the aquarium. Izuku scoots on after him when it dawns on him that Katsuki has already made a decision.
A decision that results in them being alone together— in a public space, no less, but the guy
A decision that results in them being alone together— in a public space, no less, but the guy
isn’t completely repulsed by him.
They wait in silence in a rather short line gathered at the gate, merely looking forward. The air is awkward, tense even, and Izuku desperately wants to cut said tension with words. There’s a time and place for everything though, so
They wait in silence in a rather short line gathered at the gate, merely looking forward. The air is awkward, tense even, and Izuku desperately wants to cut said tension with words. There’s a time and place for everything though, so
he keeps quiet. After the night before, he’s hesitant to make the first move.
Katsuki presents their tickets and plastic bracelets are slapped on their wrists before they are directed towards the hub of the main building. “I’m surprised you’d want to come.”
Katsuki presents their tickets and plastic bracelets are slapped on their wrists before they are directed towards the hub of the main building. “I’m surprised you’d want to come.”
“What? I’m into animal conservation and shit.” Katsuki replies. “Can’t waste the tickets either.”
Izuku’s shoulders relax just a smidge. At least they’re talking. “Right. Where to first? This place is huge!”
Izuku’s shoulders relax just a smidge. At least they’re talking. “Right. Where to first? This place is huge!”
Katsuki shoves his hands into his pockets and makes a beeline to the right. There’s several signs with colorful arrows for each exhibit down every corridor. Izuku keeps the pace but remains a step behind, trying to take in everything while not losing Katsuki at the same time.
Off to the side there’s an archway with a giant sign that reads ‘Petting Zoo’ that Izuku hones in on. He lets out a soft gasp and tugs on Katsuki’s shirt as if he’s a small child. “Look!”
He casually glances over. “That’s for kids, ain’t it?”
He casually glances over. “That’s for kids, ain’t it?”
“Not necessarily!” Izuku pouts. “I’ll be quick! I just want to check it out.”
Katsuki returns with a defeated sigh and follows him into the exhibit. Izuku is not quick.
Katsuki returns with a defeated sigh and follows him into the exhibit. Izuku is not quick.
They spend several minutes at the raised wading pool that houses smaller sea creatures like starfish and crustaceans. Izuku intently listens to the employees who gives instructions on how to interact with them, glancing over to give Katsuki a vibrant smile each time he
successfully touches the bumpy top of a starfish.
Katsuki won’t participate at first, but eventually gives in and joins Izuku in exploring the pool. He even cracks a smile at one point that doesn’t go unnoticed.
Katsuki won’t participate at first, but eventually gives in and joins Izuku in exploring the pool. He even cracks a smile at one point that doesn’t go unnoticed.
Not many words are exchanged other than those of exclamation. Izuku can’t deny it’s nice though and he feels more at home in his body the longer they spend time together.
He drags Katsuki over to the line waiting at the ray touch tank. “There’s much better shit to look at.”
He drags Katsuki over to the line waiting at the ray touch tank. “There’s much better shit to look at.”
“Sure, but can you pet it?” Izuku grins. When they get to the front, he sets his palm flat and submerges it into the tank. He lets the ray come to him, still and patient.
The ray feels smooth under his finger tips and is quick to keep swimming it’s path. “Try it out!”
The ray feels smooth under his finger tips and is quick to keep swimming it’s path. “Try it out!”
Katsuki comes up behind him leans over to touch the ray. “No, no, you gotta let it come to you! Here put your hand like this—“
Izuku places one hand on the small of his back, and helps position Katsuki’s hand to greet the ray. The creature swims up to him and his face goes pink
Izuku places one hand on the small of his back, and helps position Katsuki’s hand to greet the ray. The creature swims up to him and his face goes pink
against the glow of the touch tank.
“It feels weird,” Katsuki grunts, pulling away.
“Kacchan, admit it, it was cool.” An employee directs them out of the line and it clicks that Izuku’s hand is still lingering on Katsuki’s back. He removes his hand as discreetly as possible.
“It feels weird,” Katsuki grunts, pulling away.
“Kacchan, admit it, it was cool.” An employee directs them out of the line and it clicks that Izuku’s hand is still lingering on Katsuki’s back. He removes his hand as discreetly as possible.
“Kacchan? What lame ass nickname is that?” He asks him.
“You call me Deku! Shit, I didn’t mean to say it out loud.” Izuku drags a hand down his face while Katsuki leads them to the next exhibit down a fake hallway, filled with fluorescent creatures.
“You call me Deku! Shit, I didn’t mean to say it out loud.” Izuku drags a hand down his face while Katsuki leads them to the next exhibit down a fake hallway, filled with fluorescent creatures.
Katsuki grits his teeth and hunches over to look at the tank in front them. “You’re hard to read. And you piss me off.”
“I… what? Why though?” Katsuki pretends to not look at him, or pay any mind to him at all, and focuses on the jellyfishes bobbing around.
“I… what? Why though?” Katsuki pretends to not look at him, or pay any mind to him at all, and focuses on the jellyfishes bobbing around.
“You’re dating my daughter and you try to hit on me with her in the next room over. That shit doesn’t fly with me,” he responds with a furrow in his brow.
“You’ve got it all wrong!” His stomach drops and he feels uneasy without Katsuki looking at him.
“You’ve got it all wrong!” His stomach drops and he feels uneasy without Katsuki looking at him.
“Do I? I’m not stupid, Deku. I talk to my daughter, have a relationship with her. She’s talked about you, even if she hasn’t said names. I knew the minute you walked in.”
What does Izuku say to that? He demands Katsuki’s attention by standing between him and the tank.
What does Izuku say to that? He demands Katsuki’s attention by standing between him and the tank.
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Izuku crouches down meet Katsuki. “We’ve never dated,” he says firmly at eye level. “Mitsuyo and I are just friends. There’s no romantic feelings there.”
Katsuki’s glare could cut through steel. He appears flustered, a light flush dusting his features. “You expect me to
Katsuki’s glare could cut through steel. He appears flustered, a light flush dusting his features. “You expect me to
believe that?”
He lets out a sigh. “I mean, do what you want with that information, Katsuki-san. I won’t lie… we’ve, you know, a few times— but those were mostly like ‘there’s no one else here’ kinds of situations.”
He lets out a sigh. “I mean, do what you want with that information, Katsuki-san. I won’t lie… we’ve, you know, a few times— but those were mostly like ‘there’s no one else here’ kinds of situations.”
“I don’t want to hear about how you’ve casually boned my daughter, Deku.” Katsuki begins to stand up.
“You asked!” Izuku huffs, following Katsuki’s lead to straighten his back. “Talk to Mits and she’ll say the same thing… reluctantly I’m sure. I would never have come onto you
“You asked!” Izuku huffs, following Katsuki’s lead to straighten his back. “Talk to Mits and she’ll say the same thing… reluctantly I’m sure. I would never have come onto you
if I didn’t have Mitsuyo’s blessing. I value her friendship more than wooing her hot dad.”
The shadows do no favors hiding the blush that now creeps down Katsuki’s neck and up to his ears. “Her blessing don’t mean shit if you don’t have mine.”
The shadows do no favors hiding the blush that now creeps down Katsuki’s neck and up to his ears. “Her blessing don’t mean shit if you don’t have mine.”
“I know. I’m sorry about last night! And all this confusion. I can find somewhere else to stay if that’s better for you both. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he mumbles off.
“You apologize a lot, kid.” Katsuki shoves his hands in his pockets and begins walking down the
“You apologize a lot, kid.” Katsuki shoves his hands in his pockets and begins walking down the
hall without warning. “Not necessary. Let’s go see the rest of this goddamn place and get our money’s worth.”
They don’t talk about the previous night again. There’s hardly any conversations that have real substance between them but the tension has lifted, if only a little.
They don’t talk about the previous night again. There’s hardly any conversations that have real substance between them but the tension has lifted, if only a little.
The big tank is easily Izuku’s favorite. It spans several floors and houses a whole ecosystem of creatures from turtles to the most docile of sharks. They visit the penguins and the seals, and everything in between. It’s nice, relaxing even.
Towards the end of their visit, they stop by the aquarium’s gift shop at Izuku’s request. Katsuki hangs back and watches as he scours every inch of the store to find the perfect souvenirs. Every once in a while he’ll hold up an item to get a reaction out of Katsuki, usually
something “puny” or cute. Katsuki always grunts in acknowledgement but never says much else.
Izuku stands at a jewelry rack that holds necklaces with different sea creatures. His fingers linger at the manta ray necklace a moment longer than the others. He decides against
Izuku stands at a jewelry rack that holds necklaces with different sea creatures. His fingers linger at the manta ray necklace a moment longer than the others. He decides against
buying it though due to his limited funds.
His attention settles on an adorable turtle necklace for his mother and a giant whale plush for Mitsuyo. Katsuki waits outside the shop while Izuku finishes up. As he’s about to pay, a cute magnet of a moon jellyfish catches his eye.
His attention settles on an adorable turtle necklace for his mother and a giant whale plush for Mitsuyo. Katsuki waits outside the shop while Izuku finishes up. As he’s about to pay, a cute magnet of a moon jellyfish catches his eye.
“Sorry, can I add this?” Izuku asks the cashier, sliding the magnet across the counter. Katsuki didn’t even buy a souvenir for himself! It’s the least Izuku could do for Katsuki putting up with him.
He pays and exits the shop with presents in tow. “Get enough?” Katsuki asks.
He pays and exits the shop with presents in tow. “Get enough?” Katsuki asks.
“Ahuh, I got something for my mom and Mits.” He decided to wait on telling Katsuki he got him the magnet. He has a feeling he’d be the type to demand he march back in and return the gift.
Katsuki cocks an eyebrow but says nothing else about it. “I gotta piss, I’ll meet you
Katsuki cocks an eyebrow but says nothing else about it. “I gotta piss, I’ll meet you
outside on the benches.”
Izuku nods and heads out, finding an empty place to sit with his large stuffed friend in tow. Riding the train might be a nightmare he realizes, but the damage is done. There’s no way he’s leaving the aquarium without this whale in tow!
Izuku nods and heads out, finding an empty place to sit with his large stuffed friend in tow. Riding the train might be a nightmare he realizes, but the damage is done. There’s no way he’s leaving the aquarium without this whale in tow!
Katsuki eventually emerges from the building and they take their leave. The whale makes it a tight fit and Katsuki complains the entire time, but it’s nice.
When they arrive home, Mitsuyo is lounging on the couch while on her phone. She perks up at the sound of Izuku and her
When they arrive home, Mitsuyo is lounging on the couch while on her phone. She perks up at the sound of Izuku and her
dad taking off their shoes at the door. “Was it fun?!” She calls across the house.
The giant whale plushie hits her in the stomach as her answer. She squeals in excitement and rushes to hug Izuku for the gift, acting as if she’s five again and it’s the best present she’s ever
The giant whale plushie hits her in the stomach as her answer. She squeals in excitement and rushes to hug Izuku for the gift, acting as if she’s five again and it’s the best present she’s ever
received.
“How’s Mei?” Katsuki asks from the doorframe.
“Hmmm? Oh Mei! She’s better now. Thank god I was there for her,” Mitsuyo giggles.
“Thank god,” Katsuki repeats, before heading upstairs.
“How’s Mei?” Katsuki asks from the doorframe.
“Hmmm? Oh Mei! She’s better now. Thank god I was there for her,” Mitsuyo giggles.
“Thank god,” Katsuki repeats, before heading upstairs.
Mitsuyo makes a silent gesture in his direction. “What happened?”
Izuku bites the inside of his cheek, glancing up to make sure Katsuki was really gone. “He accused me of being a home wrecker and cheating on you, for starters.” He relays the entirety of their awkward
Izuku bites the inside of his cheek, glancing up to make sure Katsuki was really gone. “He accused me of being a home wrecker and cheating on you, for starters.” He relays the entirety of their awkward
conversation, careful to keep his tone quiet.
When he’s done, Mitsuyo merely nods. “I’ll talk to him.”
“No. You won’t. Operation called off. I’m leaving him alone like he wants.”
“It sounds like I’m the only barrier he’s brought up soooo if I clear the air too—“
When he’s done, Mitsuyo merely nods. “I’ll talk to him.”
“No. You won’t. Operation called off. I’m leaving him alone like he wants.”
“It sounds like I’m the only barrier he’s brought up soooo if I clear the air too—“
“Mitsuyo. Please. We had a good day after all the drama and I won’t want to ruin it.” Izuku could really do without making this a bigger thing than it needs to be.
“Fine.” Reluctantly she heads back to the couch instead of following her father up the stairs.
“Fine.” Reluctantly she heads back to the couch instead of following her father up the stairs.
“Wanna watch a movie with me?” She asks him while waving the remote.
Izuku smiles, relief washing over him. He’s not sure how long Mitsuyo will hold off on further involving herself but he’s thankful she’s stepping back for now. “Yeah, just give me a moment to put my mom’s
Izuku smiles, relief washing over him. He’s not sure how long Mitsuyo will hold off on further involving herself but he’s thankful she’s stepping back for now. “Yeah, just give me a moment to put my mom’s
gift away.”
He climbs up the stairs with bag in hand, magnet and necklace clinking together with every step. His pace slows outside of Katsuki’s room and he thinks about stopping by to give him the gift, but he chickens out.
He climbs up the stairs with bag in hand, magnet and necklace clinking together with every step. His pace slows outside of Katsuki’s room and he thinks about stopping by to give him the gift, but he chickens out.
Izuku walks into his room and tucks the necklace in his suitcase, placing the magnet out in the open as he decides what to do with it. As he does so, his attention is caught by a glint of something shiny. On the dresser is the manta ray necklace he had been eying in the shops.
His heart does a cartwheel in his chest. What did this even mean?
Izuku…
1: immediately goes to thank Katsuki and give magnet
2: puts it on and waits to thank him until after movie
3: leaves ‘thank you’ note and magnet outside his door
4: goes to ask Katsuki why he bought this for him
1: immediately goes to thank Katsuki and give magnet
2: puts it on and waits to thank him until after movie
3: leaves ‘thank you’ note and magnet outside his door
4: goes to ask Katsuki why he bought this for him
Mitsuyo was waiting for him downstairs, he didn’t really have the time to ask Katsuki about it right now. He’s not even sure if he /wants/ to ask.
Instead Izuku shoves the necklace, cardboard tag and all, into his shorts pocket and elects to deal with it later. Why it ended up
Instead Izuku shoves the necklace, cardboard tag and all, into his shorts pocket and elects to deal with it later. Why it ended up
there and not back on his bed is beyond him.
He contemplates the weight of the jewelry before deciding to find a piece of paper from one of his many writing journals and scribbling a small thank you note. It’s rather impersonal and brief but in that way, it’s kind of like
He contemplates the weight of the jewelry before deciding to find a piece of paper from one of his many writing journals and scribbling a small thank you note. It’s rather impersonal and brief but in that way, it’s kind of like
Katsuki himself.
‘Thank you. Here’s your own memento to remember this day by. Izuku.’
The magnet would do most of the talking, right?! Metaphorically speaking, sure. Izuku snags the magnet and the note and leaves it outside Katsuki’s door, cracked open just the slightest bit,
‘Thank you. Here’s your own memento to remember this day by. Izuku.’
The magnet would do most of the talking, right?! Metaphorically speaking, sure. Izuku snags the magnet and the note and leaves it outside Katsuki’s door, cracked open just the slightest bit,
careful to disturb it further open. No confrontations are ready to be had about the aquarium’s souvenirs.
Izuku heads downstairs and Mitsuyo is snuggled up against her new whale friend, shuffling between movie titles. Rom coms… great.
Izuku heads downstairs and Mitsuyo is snuggled up against her new whale friend, shuffling between movie titles. Rom coms… great.
He plops down at her feet and she wiggles her legs on top of his thighs without a moment of hesitation. “Can we watch anything BUT a romance?”
Mitsuyo tosses a dramatic look in his direction. “Romance movies and romantic comedies are two different things, Zuzu. And no. I veto
Mitsuyo tosses a dramatic look in his direction. “Romance movies and romantic comedies are two different things, Zuzu. And no. I veto
that suggestion.”
“No they’re not—“
“Vetoed. I need brain fuel to help you AND a good laugh. Rom coms are the perfect place to get ideas.”
“No they’re not—“
“Vetoed. I need brain fuel to help you AND a good laugh. Rom coms are the perfect place to get ideas.”
There’s no point in further arguing with her, Izuku decides. She’s as stubborn as they come. He gets comfortable as she picks a movie. “Most of the schemes in these movies fail, you know…”
“Whatya say?” She asks, beginning credits blaring through the speakers.
“Whatya say?” She asks, beginning credits blaring through the speakers.
“Nothing,” he sighs, shoving a hand into his pocket and feeling the cool metal against his fingers. The movie is so loud he can barely hear the thoughts rattling in his brain.
Some time during, he falls asleep. He wakes up with no semblance of time but the sun has set and it’s
Some time during, he falls asleep. He wakes up with no semblance of time but the sun has set and it’s
dark. There’s a light blue hue to the room from the tv screen and Mitsuyo is no where to be found. She must have gone up to her bedroom to sleep, which is obviously the comfier of choices.
Izuku has a crick in his neck from the awkward position he fell asleep in, dried drool
Izuku has a crick in his neck from the awkward position he fell asleep in, dried drool
pooled in the corner of his mouth and on his chin. It had been nice though— no dreams or worried thoughts.
He raises his arms out in attempt to stretch out the sleep from his body when he hears a noise from the kitchen. A low swear is followed by the shutting of a door.
He raises his arms out in attempt to stretch out the sleep from his body when he hears a noise from the kitchen. A low swear is followed by the shutting of a door.
Izuku instantly recognizes the voice as Katsuki’s. It has to be the middle of the night and by now, Katsuki must have seen his gift. Is he ready to be alone with him?
Izuku…
Izuku climbs off the couch and heads towards the soft glow of like emanating from the kitchen. This goes against his better judgement but he can’t avoid Katsuki forever— his week stay has barely begun.
He peeks around the corner to see the older man picking a blanket off the
He peeks around the corner to see the older man picking a blanket off the
ground in front of a closet door on the other side of the room. There’s a pillow tucked under his arm as he haphazardly folds the linen to better carry, a slew of swear words muttered under his breath.
Katsuki turns and takes a step back at the sight of Izuku, who immediately regrets not announcing himself before. What a creep move!
“How long have you been there?” He asks.
“Not long!” Izuku takes a step into the light, running a hand through curls untamed by bed head.
“How long have you been there?” He asks.
“Not long!” Izuku takes a step into the light, running a hand through curls untamed by bed head.
His eyes dart down to the pile in Katsuki’s hands. Were those… blankets for him?
Katsuki’s eyes follow his and he twists his lips into a frown. “I was cold.”
“Ahuh. And the pillow?”
Katsuki’s eyes follow his and he twists his lips into a frown. “I was cold.”
“Ahuh. And the pillow?”
“Not enough padding. You kids have given me such a headache I need another fucking pillow to get comfy.” It’s an obvious lie, Katsuki goes flush with being caught in the act of doting adult.
“Let me help you carry them to your room then. I’m heading that way, anyways.”
“Let me help you carry them to your room then. I’m heading that way, anyways.”
He doesn’t wait for Katsuki to object, instead grabbing the stack from his arms and heading for the stairs. His gaze catches sight of a small jellyfish magnet on the top corner of the fridge and he smiles to himself.
“Nice jellyfish,” Izuku says, just loud enough for the man behind him to hear.
There’s a pause. “Yeah, some punk ass kid thought it’d look good in my house. I’m humoring him.”
There’s a pause. “Yeah, some punk ass kid thought it’d look good in my house. I’m humoring him.”
“Ah,” Izuku chuckles softly. “Best not to upset the guest, huh?”
At Katsuki’s door, he waits to hand over the blankets. Instead, Katsuki opens the door and walks right in, allowing Izuku to enter after him. He sets them down on his bed.
At Katsuki’s door, he waits to hand over the blankets. Instead, Katsuki opens the door and walks right in, allowing Izuku to enter after him. He sets them down on his bed.
“Thanks.” Izuku isn’t sure if it’s about the magnet or the blankets but he feels pleased either way.
“You too.”
Katsuki’s eyes drag down to his collarbone momentarily and then settle on something mundane on the wall. He’s frowning and Izuku can’t help but think he looks
“You too.”
Katsuki’s eyes drag down to his collarbone momentarily and then settle on something mundane on the wall. He’s frowning and Izuku can’t help but think he looks
beautiful even when he’s upset.
He reaches into his pocket and takes out the necklace to show Katsuki. “I, uh, wasn’t sure if I should put it on or have you return it.”
“Huh?” Katsuki’s attention immediately returns to Izuku, now standing awkwardly in the middle of his room.
He reaches into his pocket and takes out the necklace to show Katsuki. “I, uh, wasn’t sure if I should put it on or have you return it.”
“Huh?” Katsuki’s attention immediately returns to Izuku, now standing awkwardly in the middle of his room.
“Why the fuck would I return it?”
Izuku swallows so the words come out easier. “I don’t want to get the wrong idea.”
It takes a second to register on Katsuki’s face. “Oh.”
Izuku swallows so the words come out easier. “I don’t want to get the wrong idea.”
It takes a second to register on Katsuki’s face. “Oh.”
On one hand, it’s a peace offering. Perhaps a nonverbal apology for the accusations or a guilt gift. He’s not a mind reader though.
“So, why’d you buy it for me then?” He finally asks.
“So, why’d you buy it for me then?” He finally asks.
Katsuki tries to shrug off the question but Izuku keeps his gaze. “I saw you buying shit for everyone else but yourself. And you were looking at it with those stupid big eyes of yours. How could I /not/ fucking buy it for you? You looked like someone kicked your puppy putting it
back.”
Izuku laughs at the response— it’s not what he’s expecting from Katsuki. It might even be better than what he wanted from him. “You’re really bad at being nice. Thank you.”
“What the fuck is that s’posed to mean, Deku?”
Izuku laughs at the response— it’s not what he’s expecting from Katsuki. It might even be better than what he wanted from him. “You’re really bad at being nice. Thank you.”
“What the fuck is that s’posed to mean, Deku?”
“You just called my eyes stupid and me, basically pathetic!” Izuku points out, belly full of laughter,
“I’m just describing what I saw! Hey, stop laughing at me!” Katsuki tosses a pillow at him in frustration, a blow right to his face.
“I’m just describing what I saw! Hey, stop laughing at me!” Katsuki tosses a pillow at him in frustration, a blow right to his face.
Izuku throws it right back, square to his chest. If it had been anything but a pillow, it might have taken the wind out of him. “Good arm for a kid.”
“You like my moves?” Izuku flexes his throwing arm for Katsuki’s viewing pleasure. “Pitching for eight years gets you an arm
“You like my moves?” Izuku flexes his throwing arm for Katsuki’s viewing pleasure. “Pitching for eight years gets you an arm
like this.”
“Baseball, huh?” Katsuki sits on the edge of the bed with the pillow in his lap. “Would have pegged ya for just going to town too often?”
Izuku goes red with the insinuation. Can’t show weakness! “Yeah, I give a mean handy.”
“Baseball, huh?” Katsuki sits on the edge of the bed with the pillow in his lap. “Would have pegged ya for just going to town too often?”
Izuku goes red with the insinuation. Can’t show weakness! “Yeah, I give a mean handy.”
Katsuki chokes on air, coughing as the image fills the air. Izuku lightly tosses a different pillow at him with a dopey grin on his face. “Kidding, Kacchan.”
He wasn’t reeeeally kidding. Whatever helped Katsuki sleep at night. “Right,” he replies with a hoarse voice.
He wasn’t reeeeally kidding. Whatever helped Katsuki sleep at night. “Right,” he replies with a hoarse voice.
“I’ll leave you to your slumber,” Izuku says. What he’d give to spend just a few moments longer with him…
“I was going to watch an episode of All Might before bed.” Izuku nods unsure of the reason why Katsuki is telling him this. Katsuki let’s out a long sigh, obviously
“I was going to watch an episode of All Might before bed.” Izuku nods unsure of the reason why Katsuki is telling him this. Katsuki let’s out a long sigh, obviously
annoyed by Izuku’s obliviousness. “If you want to join.”
“Oh! Yeah, sure!” He answers without thinking it over. It’s too late to rescind or figure out if it’s the right choice, so he sits down on the bed in the opposite corner.
“Oh! Yeah, sure!” He answers without thinking it over. It’s too late to rescind or figure out if it’s the right choice, so he sits down on the bed in the opposite corner.
Katsuki lays down on his side, starting up the tv and the next episode of the show. Izuku remains in his position, a statue with unclear boundaries, playing with the necklace in one hand while he watches alongside Katsuki.
“You can relax.”
Izuku finds it incredibly hard to do so. He pushes through the awkwardness and scoots further in, laying down and practically on the edge as he does so.
Katsuki casually looks over at him and Izuku feels another mistake brewing in him.
Izuku finds it incredibly hard to do so. He pushes through the awkwardness and scoots further in, laying down and practically on the edge as he does so.
Katsuki casually looks over at him and Izuku feels another mistake brewing in him.
What happens next, is…
He scoots in closer to Katsuki, leaving a few inches of space between their arms. A nagging thought to feel their skin brush fills his senses but he holds back. Flirting at face value in public spaces had been one thing, with Katsuki never entirely shutting him down, and this was
another. A new beast to not conquer, no, one to let guide.
Kissing him before had been a mistake. It’s clear to Izuku that there are invisible boundaries dancing between them, ready to go on the offense at any wrong turn.
Kissing him before had been a mistake. It’s clear to Izuku that there are invisible boundaries dancing between them, ready to go on the offense at any wrong turn.
So he waits, settles into the space beside him, stiff as a board. The show is hardly enough to get his mind off the proximity between their bodies and he tries not to let that fact get the best of him.
Izuku’s fingers dance nervously on the comforter. He fidgets in place, sporadically shifting his weight from hip to hip as he struggles with their silence.
Katsuki’s hand encircles his wrist, and his touch is more gentle than what he was expecting. He nearly flinches at the
Katsuki’s hand encircles his wrist, and his touch is more gentle than what he was expecting. He nearly flinches at the
sudden contact, eyes searching for answers on Katsuki’s face.
“Quit it, you’re shaking the entire bed.” If it’s meant to be mean, his tone serves no ill will.
“Sorry,” Izuku mumbles.
“Quit it, you’re shaking the entire bed.” If it’s meant to be mean, his tone serves no ill will.
“Sorry,” Izuku mumbles.
“Is that all you know how to say? Sorry this, sorry that— own up to your shit and apologize when it’s necessary. The word loses meaning if you spit it out every time you breathe.”
He seems sincere, albeit a tad annoyed, and Izuku sighs. “So— yeah, okay. Okay.”
He seems sincere, albeit a tad annoyed, and Izuku sighs. “So— yeah, okay. Okay.”
“What’s got your panties in a twist? All of a sudden nervous, Deku?” Green eyes flicker to the hand that hasn’t left his wrist yet, a warning and warm reminder of how dangerously close they were.
“I just don’t know how to act around you,” Izuku admits.
“I just don’t know how to act around you,” Izuku admits.
Katsuki snorts, resting his free arm under head to better see him. “Alright, well what would you say if I was a friend or some shit?”
What would he say? That’s a potentially loaded question. Izuku glances over at the screen to his favorite show and licks his lips.
What would he say? That’s a potentially loaded question. Izuku glances over at the screen to his favorite show and licks his lips.
“If you could have any quirk, what would you pick?”
Katsuki’s face scrunches in thought, eyebrows furrowed as if the question itself angered him. “Easy. I’d shoot explosions or something badass like that.”
Katsuki’s face scrunches in thought, eyebrows furrowed as if the question itself angered him. “Easy. I’d shoot explosions or something badass like that.”
“Like, some kind of fire out of your hands? That’d be neat.”
“Not fire, explosions. Two different things,” Katsuki corrects him.
“But for an explosion to occur, it’d have to be a reaction… right?” He asks, wracking his brain on how to make such a quirk work.
“Not fire, explosions. Two different things,” Katsuki corrects him.
“But for an explosion to occur, it’d have to be a reaction… right?” He asks, wracking his brain on how to make such a quirk work.
“What do I look like, a chemistry professor?” Katsuki says with a half smirk.
Izuku rolls his eyes with a chuckle. “Yeah, you do! And that’s why we’re in this mess.”
Izuku rolls his eyes with a chuckle. “Yeah, you do! And that’s why we’re in this mess.”
Their laughter dies off rather quickly and Katsuki nudges Izuku with his shoulder. “What about you? What quirk would you pick?”
“All Might’s, hands down.” He’s thought about this hundreds, if not thousands of times.
“That’s lame!”
“Hey!”
“—and sooo unoriginal.”
“I didn’t judge your answer, don’t judge mine!” Izuku pipes up with a pout.
“That’s lame!”
“Hey!”
“—and sooo unoriginal.”
“I didn’t judge your answer, don’t judge mine!” Izuku pipes up with a pout.
“Well my answer didn’t suck. You just chose to copy the coolest character on the show.”
“I’d kick ass with it, I’ll have you know.”
“Sure.” Katsuki has a smug look on his face that’s equal parts punchable and attractive. Izuku flips over onto his stomach and groans into the
“I’d kick ass with it, I’ll have you know.”
“Sure.” Katsuki has a smug look on his face that’s equal parts punchable and attractive. Izuku flips over onto his stomach and groans into the
pillow with a dramatic sigh.
“I’m— anything—again.” His words are muffled by the pillow.
“What are you even saying?” Katsuki asks him.
Izuku pops up long enough to catch a fresh breath of air. “I said, I’m never telling you anything ever again.”
“I’m— anything—again.” His words are muffled by the pillow.
“What are you even saying?” Katsuki asks him.
Izuku pops up long enough to catch a fresh breath of air. “I said, I’m never telling you anything ever again.”
Their eyes meet and Izuku swears he didn’t mean to stare this long, but Katsuki is staring just as much and oh God, now he’s leaning in, probably to suffocate him with another pillow because the Bakugous clearly love doing that and—
Katsuki kisses him. Kisses him right on the mouth.
Izuku’s mind goes fuzzy and he almost forgets to kiss back. It’s brief and soft and warm enough to fill up his stomach with butterflies.
Izuku’s mind goes fuzzy and he almost forgets to kiss back. It’s brief and soft and warm enough to fill up his stomach with butterflies.
Katsuki clears his throat as he pulls away, nervousness shifting to him now. “M’sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Izuku replies, heavy lidded and short of breath. “It’s not necessary.”
“It’s not appropriate. You’re my student.”
“Don’t be,” Izuku replies, heavy lidded and short of breath. “It’s not necessary.”
“It’s not appropriate. You’re my student.”
“/Was/ your student,” Izuku argues.
“You’re half my age.”
“I’m not a kid.”
“But you’re friends with /mine/.” Katsuki lays back in the bed, running a hand across his face.
“You’re half my age.”
“I’m not a kid.”
“But you’re friends with /mine/.” Katsuki lays back in the bed, running a hand across his face.
“If it makes you feel any better, she gave us her blessing…” As Izuku says this, Katsuki shoots him a death glare.
“It does not make me feel better. Fuck. This is fucked up.”
“It does not make me feel better. Fuck. This is fucked up.”
“You say that just as much as I say sorry,” Izuku laughs. His comedic timing is awful and he sighs, hesitantly reaching out to touch Katsuki’s arm, fingers just barely skimming his skin. “Not funny. Copy.”
Katsuki peeks out from behind his hand and then back to the ceiling. An emotionally constipated divorced dad of one just landed on Izuku’s platter— what does he even say to him?
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“What do you want?” Izuku asks softly, putting aside all desires to be selfish in that moment. “Just tell me and I’ll go. Or I’ll stay. Or whatever.”
Katsuki’s scowl deepens at the request. “I don’t know, were you even listening?”
Katsuki’s scowl deepens at the request. “I don’t know, were you even listening?”
“I heard that you don’t know what to do, not that you don’t know what you want right now.” There we’re boundaries to be aware of, but Izuku knew if he quietly tiptoed around them forever, they’d get nowhere fast.
His heartbeat quickens with the way Katsuki’s features soften when he looks at him. Only slightly, but just enough.
“Deku, I—“
“Deku, I—“
“Tell me to leave right now and I will,” Izuku proposes to him, heats sweaty with anticipation of his response. “Tell me you don’t want me here, that you hated that kiss, and I need to go. Say that and that’s it. We’re done.”
He sits there, unmoving like stone. Izuku traces his jawline with a calloused finger, moves to parted and pink lips. Katsuki doesn’t respond right away and hope rises in his chest in the silence.
Izuku leans in, impossibly close, hot breaths mingling. “You’re not saying go.”
Izuku leans in, impossibly close, hot breaths mingling. “You’re not saying go.”
Katsuki opens his mouth to argue and immediately shuts it, as if entranced by the way Izuku’s gaze bores into him. Izuku takes his cue and pulls him into a gentle kiss.
This time it’s less messy, and Izuku takes the lead, crawling onto Katsuki and leaning into his touch. He
This time it’s less messy, and Izuku takes the lead, crawling onto Katsuki and leaning into his touch. He
straddles his hips, one hand cupping Katsuki’s face like he might turn away.
Katsuki kisses back, opens his mouth to allow Izuku’s tongue to slip past his lips and explore further in. It’s more intimate than a casual kiss should be— Izuku should put a hold on such intimacy, he
Katsuki kisses back, opens his mouth to allow Izuku’s tongue to slip past his lips and explore further in. It’s more intimate than a casual kiss should be— Izuku should put a hold on such intimacy, he
needs to pull away and make things less personal if he wants to escape this house with feelings unscathed. He can’t though, under Katsuki’s cautious hands, he melts.
“Izuku.” Katsuki’s voice is low, out of breath and raspy against his skin. He shudders at the warmth, the tender
“Izuku.” Katsuki’s voice is low, out of breath and raspy against his skin. He shudders at the warmth, the tender
way Katsuki says his name.
“What? You gonna kick me out, now?” He asks, only half joking. He’s unsure what’s on Katsuki’s mind, his expressions too hard to read in the dim lighting of the bedroom.
“What? You gonna kick me out, now?” He asks, only half joking. He’s unsure what’s on Katsuki’s mind, his expressions too hard to read in the dim lighting of the bedroom.
It would only be fitting of Katsuki broke his heart before ever giving it to him.
How should this go?
“For tonight… yes.”
Izuku swallows what little of his pride he has left and goes to climb off Katsuki, battered around by his indecision far too many times. Katsuki doesn’t let him though— instead, he holds Izuku firmly bu the hips and keeps him in place with a frown.
Izuku swallows what little of his pride he has left and goes to climb off Katsuki, battered around by his indecision far too many times. Katsuki doesn’t let him though— instead, he holds Izuku firmly bu the hips and keeps him in place with a frown.
“What, I’m leaving like you asked—“
He’s interrupted by a cautious kiss, Katsuki’s fingers rubbing reassuring circles against his skin. “I want you, fuck, Deku, you’ve been driving me mad. But it’s not that simple.”
He’s interrupted by a cautious kiss, Katsuki’s fingers rubbing reassuring circles against his skin. “I want you, fuck, Deku, you’ve been driving me mad. But it’s not that simple.”
“Okay, well I’m sick of waiting for you to make up your mind! I have feelings too,” Izuku reminds him with a frown.
“I have made up my mind,” he says. “You need to shut up for once, and listen to me for a second.”
Izuku puffs out his cheeks. “You have such a way with words.”
“I have made up my mind,” he says. “You need to shut up for once, and listen to me for a second.”
Izuku puffs out his cheeks. “You have such a way with words.”
“You’re doing it again,” Katsuki scolds him, much like a teacher or a… well, a parent. He sighs dramatically but doesn’t say a word, nodding for Katsuki to continue. “I… fuck it, I wanna try. And I wish it could be spontaneous and romantic or some shit, but I’ve got a kid in
the next room. With working ears and a nosy personality. Besides that, I’ve never been with a….” His words trail off and he looks up to Izuku like he’s searching for them in his eyes.
“A man?” Izuku fills in the blanks. Katsuki’s lack of response is enough to confirm it.
“A man?” Izuku fills in the blanks. Katsuki’s lack of response is enough to confirm it.
He honestly hadn’t paid any mind to the fact Katsuki might be a guy-virgin, or that Mitsuyo was snoozing in the next room over. Hell if he really thinks about the layout of their rooms, he’s sure their beds are pushed up against the same wall. Talk about poor design choice.
Crap, had he been being selfish? Was his mind too clouded by his never ending supply of horny thoughts? “Okay, that’s okay. Nothing has to happen tonight.”
Katsuki’s shoulders visibly relax at the comment. “Okay.”
Katsuki’s shoulders visibly relax at the comment. “Okay.”
“I’ll get Mits outta the house tomorrow and maybe we can continue this conversation… then?” Izuku proposes, taking a finger and gently tracing it against Katsuki’s collarbone, his neck, the curve of his chin.
“Please tell me you’re not going to tell her what we… plan on doing.”
A small grin takes over Izuku’s lips. “You said it first, she’s nosy— the only way I’m getting her ass outta here is by telling her.”
A small grin takes over Izuku’s lips. “You said it first, she’s nosy— the only way I’m getting her ass outta here is by telling her.”
“I rather you not,” Katsuki says with a sigh.
“It’s either you or me, you know.”
“So I’ll do it.”
“It’s either you or me, you know.”
“So I’ll do it.”
Izuku chuckles and puts his hands up in defeat. “Aye aye, captain.”
“So don’t talk to her about this. At least until you’re out of my house. Got it?” Katsuki has this look of seriousness on his face that Izuku thinks is adorable. He keeps that comment to himself.
“So don’t talk to her about this. At least until you’re out of my house. Got it?” Katsuki has this look of seriousness on his face that Izuku thinks is adorable. He keeps that comment to himself.
He feigns zipping his lips, knowing full well that Mitsuyo will coerce some sort of confession out of him once Katsuki not so subtly asks her to have the house to himself tomorrow. Without taking Izuku. But hey, whatever helps him sleep better tonight.
When he thinks Katsuki finally settles for his answer, Izuku plants a soft kiss on his nose. “I should go. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Katsuki grunts in acknowledgement and Izuku almost thinks he looks disappointed. Izuku crawls out of the bed, albeit reluctantly.
Katsuki grunts in acknowledgement and Izuku almost thinks he looks disappointed. Izuku crawls out of the bed, albeit reluctantly.
With one last look behind him, he slips out of the bedroom. Izuku hopes to fall asleep soon— he really doesn’t want to miss the awkward attempt at trying to get his daughter out of the house.
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