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#BKDK #angst PH!Kacchan & QL!Izuku
CW: descriptions of injuries & blood, angst
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Pain.

That’s the last thing Katsuki remembers. The feelings of his insides being ripped apart, the metallic taste in his mouth, and darkness.

It was possible that the adrenaline dulled the pain a little at first, but eventually it hit him like a freight train. It was an odd feeling all together, being on death’s front door. He had done his own research into near death experiences,

not that he ever planned on dying in the line of duty, but it didn’t hurt to be prepared. There was no blinding light, no silver lining. He was definitely not numb, there was no euphoric, overwhelming sense of calm. Just pain.

The blinding light came when he woke up finally in his hospital bed, and needless to say, he was a bit disorientated. He was hit with this sterile smell. His throat was sore, severely dry, and the still present metallic taste wasn’t helping either.

Worst of all, everything still hurts. He wiggled his toes. Okay, he’s got both his legs, that’s good. He tried to sit up, and a bolt of pain shot through him from his midsection and his left shoulder. What the fuck happened?

Katsuki gritted his teeth, and tried to pull his arm toward his abdomen on reflex, but that just hurt more.

“Oh, good! You’re finally awake.” A melodic voice said to him. It sounds familiar, but different. Deeper maybe? Almost sultry.

Katsuki tried to look over and up at the person standing next to his bed, eyes still swimming and trying to focus. "Water," Katsuki asked, his voice scratchy and harsh.

The person grabbed a small plastic cup with a bendy straw, it was already sitting there waiting for him.

He placed the cup in front of Katsuki, and maneuvered the straw to his lips. The water just in itself seemed to sooth his aching soul like balm.

“Where am I?” Katsuki asked.

“You’re at the Musutafu General Hospital.” The man responded, and took the cup back.

“You got here just in time, I might add.” He turned to pick up his clipboard, then sat down on a stool.

Now that the man was closer to him, or at least more in his line of sight, Katsuki could see the man was definitely a doctor.

As if the white coat and the stethoscope around his neck wasn’t telling enough. And he was handsome--strong jawline and a friendly face. Surely, the kind of face anyone would love waking up to. Though his lighthearted smile didn't seem to match the way his emerald eyes

were absent of emotion as he observed the blonde. //Wait … Emerald eyes?!// Katsuki’s anxiety shot up at the first sight of green curls, though they were combed back and styled in a professional manner, Katsuki could still make out the wavy green locks

under whatever product he was using. Katsuki's heart skipped a beat upon seeing the freckles that lightly speckled his soft features. Katsuki immediately tried to sit up again, out of shock, at the sight of his childhood friend that he hadn’t seen in almost eleven years.

Katsuki hissed in pain, the doctor put a hand out to stop him. "Please, don't pop your stitches. They took me forever."

Oh gods, his voice too. What the fuck? For someone with such a beautiful face, his voice was like an intoxicating poison, made for a slow death.

Was he hallucinating? There's no way this is happening right now. Katsuki couldn't really come up with a reasonable enough response, mouth still hanging open at the sight of him. "Deku?"

Izuku's eyes met Katsuki's, and they held each other's gaze. The stare brimmed with too much potential meaning to begin to interpret. "Don't call me that." Izuku was the first one to look away, bringing his attention back to his clipboard. "How are your pain levels?"

"Wha-?"

"Pain levels. On a scale from one to ten, what level is your pain?"

Katsuki typically had a high pain tolerance, but this was excruciating. There was no way he was going to let the nerd know that every movement felt like he was being stabbed. "Four," he replied, simply.

Izuku looked up at him again, then after a moment, he nodded and scribbled something down. "Just as stubborn as ever, aren't you? You know you really shouldn't lie when it's your health on the line."

Izuku stood up from his stool, and removed his stethoscope from around his neck. "May I?"

Since when did the nerd get so fucking hot? Now that Katsuki could see him better, he looked … bigger--broader. Was he taller too?

It was hard to tell since Katsuki had to look up at him the whole time. Obviously, Izuku still wouldn't look the same as he did in middle school, but he didn't expect Izuku to age in such a way. He almost expected scrawny, twig-limbed Deku.

Katsuki almost didn't hear Izuku's question, finding himself too baffled and transfixed by his childhood friend.

"Fuck, yeah. Whatever."

His breath became shaky as the cold diaphragm touched his chest, and Izuku gently placed his hand on Katsuki's back to support him.

Izuku checked Katsuki's heart, and instructed him to take deep breaths to hear his breathing. Katsuki didn't even realize how hard it was to breathe in his condition, like there was fire in his chest.

However, according to Izuku, everything sounded fine, but he sure as hell didn't feel fine.

"What the fuck happened to me, Deku?"

Izuku rolled his eyes and sighed, then placed his stethoscope back around his neck. "I don't know /exactly/ what happened. Long story short, there was an attack. You have three fractured ribs, and you hit your head as you fell. You were impaled three times."

Izuku pointed with two fingers as he spoke. "Once in the shoulder, again in the abdomen, and also in your upper thigh." Izuku paced slowly, and stopped at the foot of the bed. "Clearly, the villain was trying to hit the most viable places.-

The barbs you were impaled with contained a toxin, which ultimately immobilized you. You lost a lot of blood. Luckily we had O- available, we've already performed a blood transfusion. And since the villain was caught, we were able to get some of that toxin to create an antidote-

for it. You were out cold for two days while your body extruded the rest of the toxin."

Katsuki couldn't help his look of shock. "Two days!?" Izuku nodded. "Fuckin' christ, are there no healers here at this shitty hospital, Deku?"

Izuku ignored Katsuki's sly remark about his hospital being shitty, and cut directly to the source of his irritation. "Listen, let's stick to the formalities, all right?" Izuku demanded, crossing his arms across his chest.

Holy shit, the nerd had been fucking working out or something. The sleeves of his coat strained against his biceps. "The staff here are already under the impression that we don't know each other. So, no /'Deku'/, no /'Kacchan'/. That ship sailed a long time ago."

Izuku paused, letting his words marinate. "So, you can call me Doctor Midoriya."

Katsuki was still stunned. //Fuckin' what?!// "Docto-?"

"Now, would you prefer Bakugo, or Dynamite?"

The blonde grimaced, and groaned with disgust. "Uggh don't call me that!" It was so weird hearing Izuku call him by his actual name instead of Kacchan.

Izuku shrugged, and said: "Right! So, Bakugo it is, then." Katsuki's eyes might as well have popped out of their sockets.

"And to answer your question, there are healers here, but with your injuries, low stamina, and severe blood loss, any healing quirk would have killed you."

At that moment, Katsuki didn't really care.

Too distracted by the way the fluorescents sharpened Izuku's features, and made his green locks glow. Fuck, he could actually be dead right now, unable to really tell based on the angel that was standing at the foot of his bed. But there was one comment that bothered him.

"Why doesn't anyone know that we know each other?"

Izuku's brows furrowed. "You /want/ to be associated with me all of a sudden?" Katsuki stayed quiet, not really knowing how to answer that question, especially how he had left things between them.

Izuku sighed, and stuck his hands in the pockets of his coat. "Doctors aren't supposed to treat friends or family. And for what it's worth, I wanted to oversee your treatment and recovery."

Katsuki couldn't decide if he was surprised and delighted, or if it was just karma coming back to bite him in the ass. "It's just been fucking forever."

"I know," Izuku replied, sitting back down. "It's been about ten years."

"Eleven, actually. But who's fucking counting, right?" Katuski clarified. Izuku raised his brows, and the corner of his mouth perked up, amused. "How's … auntie?"

Izuku's smile dropped at his question, Katsuki suddenly wasn't sure if it was still welcome to refer to Izuku's

mother that way anymore. But what surprised him was Izuku's far off look as he stared in the corner of the room, and his mechanical reply. "She's fine."

Izuku looked back at Katsuki then, giving him another lighthearted grin. The blonde didn't respond, trying to analyze Izuku's reaction. "Well, anyway, I guess congratulations are in order!"

"Haah?!"

"Well, despite your current condition, you did it!" Izuku threw both his arms out toward Katsuki, excitedly. "You're a Pro Hero now! I always knew you'd do it!"

Of course, he fucking did. When Katsuki says he's going to do something, he always follows through.

He felt wholeheartedly this is what he was meant to do. The praises made his heart do a backflip, but at the same time, it bothered him. Izuku was complimenting him now? In his current state? Fucking bullshit.

He was in a hospital bed, barely able to move, vulnerable as fuck, and Izuku was choosing /now/ to be the right time for praise? But Katsuki also wasn't so sure he deserved it either, /any of it/, for that matter. Izuku was smiling at him now.

Katsuki didn't deserve that smile, Izuku was too good for him.

It's like Izuku was being flaunted in front of him, complimenting him, and for what? To make him realize how much of a piece of shit he was after leaving Izuku the way he did.

Which he already knew, there was no need for the universe to remind him.

//Quirkless, useless Deku. Why don't you do us all a favor and take a swan dive off the building? Pray you're born with a quirk in your next life, shitty nerd!//

Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut at the memory, and he couldn't help the next words out of his mouth. It was easier to push Deku away, and be a mean little shit to him, than to accept his praises. "I don't need your hollow fucking compliments, Deku."

Izuku's smile dropped. "What do you mean?"

"You've always been fucking jealous of me, I know you're only saying these things because you think you can look down on me. Well, you can't!"

Izuku rested his chin in the palm of his hand, observing Katsuki closely. "What have I been jealous about?"

"You already know, shitty nerd! I got a quirk, and you didn't. You fucking wish you were in my position."

Katsuki tried to cross his arms, but found he couldn't without gritting his teeth in pain. So he balled the sheets in his fists instead. And of course, Izuku noticed.

Izuku raised his brows again, surprised. "On the contrary, Bakugo, I don't wish to be in your position."

Katsuki leaned away from him, slightly. Who the fuck is this person? There's no way this is his Deku. "You know what? I don't think I like the idea of /you/ treating me, /Doctor Deku/!" He hollered, mockingly.

It was a flat out lie. Izuku had already stitched him up, cared for him, and seen him at his lowest. Katsuki refused to let Izuku see him this way, not for a second longer! But he immediately regretted his words, as a pained expression flashed across Izuku's face,

but it was quickly masked by something else.

Izuku pressed his lips together into a straight line, an expression of disappointment, as if he wasn't really sure what else he expected.

"At least give me a little credit. I went through medical school, I completed my residency, and I still have the debt to show for it. I deserve to be here, just as much as you deserve to be a Hero," Izuku raked his fingers through his once perfectly combed hair, and sighed.

"But if that's the way you feel, then fine."

He stood up again, and lazily headed for the door, while Katsuki was trying to find his voice. Even though his talking had already gotten him into enough trouble. Why was he like this?

"My physician's assistant will do any further check-up until you're discharged. We really should keep you for another couple days for observation, but you do whatever you feel is right, Bakugo."

//Fuck.// Katsuki cringed every time Izuku used his name. //Just fucking apologize you idiot!// "I'll make sure the nurse comes in to give you more pain medication, hopefully you can actually rest, and focus on healing."

//Say something!// Izuku pulled the door open, then paused half way through the door. He took a step back, and kicked the door shut. "One more thing," Izuku said, and turned to face Katsuki again.

"Not that I /need/ to explain myself to you, nor do I think you'll care." Izuku stuck his hands back in his pockets, and swayed one foot back and forth in thought. "You're right, I did want a quirk and I did want to be a hero.-

But someone important to me, told me that I could never be a hero without a quirk."

//Who? Me? No, that couldn't be right. How many times did I tell him that and he never backed down once … auntie? No, she would never tell him that either ...//

"So, I set aside that pipe dream, and sought out a more suitable career path. In truth, all I wanted to do was help people, Kacchan!" Izuku said, almost pleading for him to understand. Katsuki nearly gasped at the use of his nickname.

"And you know what? /I do/, and all without having a quirk."

Katsuki just stayed quiet, listening to Izuku ramble attentively. If anything, this was what he deserved, and he knew that. Plus, it's been years, but he could probably listen to him ramble and mumble about anything

and everything. Even if it was ultimately to tell Katsuki off, he still clenched the bedding into his fists.

Izuku waved his hand dismissively again. "Now, I'm not trying to say that my job is any harder or easier than yours.-

I can't do what you do, and … I mean, theoretically, you /could/ do what I do. But let's be honest, you lack the people skills and the empathy in order to do it."

Katsuki's eyes widened again, completely ashamed and stunned. That was a low blow, but he was telling the truth.

"At the end of the day, when /you/ get injured, you end up right back here just like everyone else."

Suddenly, it felt like someone had just stolen all the oxygen from the room, as panic squeezed his throat. His words cast a shiver of goosebumps across his skin.

The air of authority that radiated off his body like the crack of a whip. It wasn't a warning, by any means. Just a way of putting Katsuki in his place, and off his fucking high horse.

"Goodbye, Kacchan."

With that, Izuku opened the door again, and stormed out. A few minutes later, a nurse came in to administer more pain medication, just like Izuku said.

//I'll just apologize … Deku's always forgave me before … it's fine, I just have to apologize …//

Over the next day, as he stayed for observation, Katsuki tried to ask for Izuku multiple times, so he could try to make amends. But Izuku never came, and the feeling of unease grew with each passing hour.

tbc?

Hi friends! Let me know what you all think of this one. I think I like writing Izuku that is just tired of Katsuki's shit.

Thanks for reading! ❤️

Hi friends! Just a little note, I don't know what happened, but a really important tweet to this thread somehow became detached. It's apart of Izuku's speech telling Katsuki off. You have to click on another tweet in the thread to see it. I hope this helps! ❤

Continuing Doctor Midoriya thread!
PH!Kacchan & QL!Izuku
This is Update 2!
CW: descriptions of injuries & blood, pain, angst

#BKDK #angst #nsfw

“You know, I’m /really/ starting to think I’ll develop fucking cabin fever like this,” Katsuki said, and the nurse ignored him. “Does that mean I get to stay longer?” No response.

She pointed the infrared thermometer at his forehead, it beeped.

Then she turned the screen toward him so he could read it. The nurse didn’t seem surprised that his temperature was slightly higher than normal. He naturally ran hot due to his quirk, but he didn’t have to tell her that. Guess that’s one of the quirks of having a doctor that knew

him personally.

It had been two days of observation, and two days without any word from Izuku. Katsuki was slowly starting to get his mobility back, and some of the pain was subsiding. They still gave him pain medicine to keep him comfortable.

There were a plethora of tests and questionnaires performed, even though Katsuki didn’t have a clue why. His reflexes and sensory functions were tested, they asked random ass questions. What city were you born in? Do you know where you are? How old are you?

/Just leave me alone and let me talk to Deku!/ Who’s Deku? His curiosity was buzzing, that was for sure, but he didn’t want to know anything from these random extras. Katsuki wanted to talk to Izuku;

/his/ answer was the only one he trusted, but after the first day, no one would say anything to him about Izuku. Unbeknownst to him, they all collectively thought that Katsuki’s sudden obsession with Izuku was due to potential brain damage.

No matter how much he threatened, pleaded, and god forbid, /begged/ to see Izuku, there was no sign of him. At this point, he had resorted to attempting to annoy the nurses into submission, which also didn’t work.

“Still nothing? He must /really/ have you guys whipped, haah?” Silence ensued. The nurse checked his blood pressure, then began redressing his wounds.

“And making you do all the dirty work? /Tsk./ That’s pretty shitty. And I really hope he doesn’t treat all his patients this way, giving them the fucking silent treatment.”

He didn’t though, and Katsuki knew that. It was just him.

That was one answer he was able to get out of a different nurse the previous day, and she seemed pretty appalled that he would ask such a thing. Izuku was a sweetheart, and he was the well-loved golden boy of that hospital.

But really, what did Katsuki expect to happen when he told Izuku he didn’t feel comfortable with his treatment? However, there wasn’t another doctor assigned to him, it was still Izuku, so that was something … right?

With his wounds cleaned and redressed, the nurse cleaned up and headed toward the door, the entire visit without a word from her. “Will you at least ask him one fucking thing for me?” She paused, and turned back to him. //Hah! finally!//

“Who the fuck took his balls so he won’t come back in here and face me?!” One of her brows perked up, genuinely amused. And for a second, it actually looked like she would actually tell Izuku he said that.

His mouth got him in enough trouble, that comment might be going a bit too far again. “On second thought, don’t ask him that.”

“Ask him what?” Someone said, and they both peered through the open door.

Out of all people, for some odd reason, the last person Katsuki expected to see was his mother. But there she was, standing in the open door of his hospital room. Katsuki pointed at her, aggressively. “What the fuck are you doing here, old hag?!”

Mitsuki crossed her arms, and returned his gaze, unassumed. “Oh simmer down, you brat! You’re getting discharged today,” She said, then entered the room fully.

He looked back and forth between the two of them. “It would have been nice to know that, don’t you think?”

“Thank you for coming so quickly, Bakugo-san.” The nurse said to Mitsuki, and slightly bowed her head. Katsuki groaned with irritation. //What the actual fuck …//

"Of course, of course dear," Mitsuki replied, both ignoring Katsuki now, which only proved to piss him off more; he just sat with his arms crossed over his chest instead of actually saying anything though. "Is Doctor Midoriya available? Can we speak with him?"

The nurse exchanged a glance with Katsuki at her question; Her hesitation was clearly written on her face. Instead, before walking out of the room, she just responded, "I'll ask him."

Mitsuki thanked her, then sat down in one of the chairs near the bed and set her bag down.

"Did you know he was here?" Katsuki asked.

"Who? Zuku?" Mitsuki replied, while staring down at her phone, texting her husband. Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut at the nickname, and nodded.

Even though it had been years, she still addressed Izuku that way as if nothing had ever changed at all. Could they have been in contact this whole time without Katsuki knowing? "I honestly didn't know initially, but he was the one that called us."

So, Izuku was the one that called her. Katsuki had questioned it, he sure as hell didn't call her. That was another low blow. Had he annoyed Izuku and the nurses so bad he stooped as low as calling his mother on him? "Why?"

“/Why?/” Mitsuki replied, mockingly. She looked up from her phone, and glared at him. “We are still your emergency contacts. When you were unconscious, they couldn't do any further treatment on you without our authorization."

//oh.// It made sense, Katuski supposed. He had never been in this situation before, even despite injuries he'd had at U.A. /Hmpf./ It was still annoying.

"What did you say to him?" Mitsuki spoke again, and Katsuki immediately tensed.

She always had a knack for seeing right through her son, even if he gave no indication that he did /something/ wrong. But in a way, she always assumed he'd get himself into some kind of trouble.

"I don't know what you're talking about, hag."

"Bullshit." Mitsuki crossed her arms again. "Izuchan seemed to have no issues checking on you before, but the nurse seemed very reluctant to get him this time."

/Shit./ His mother was too observant sometimes. But … wait. "What the fuck do you mean he had no issues before?"

"What do /you/ mean?" She held her hands out questioningly. "Do you really think this is my first time visiting you? You've usually been asleep during visiting hours. Zuku would come check on you while you were sleeping and when I was here."

Katsuki really didn't know how to respond to that, as he stared into the corner of the room unfocused. Izuku had obviously been avoiding him, but he hadn't thought that Izuku was still checking on him at all.

Mitsuki shook her head, and Katsuki glared at her, side-eyed. "What?"

"You are just the dumbest, smart person I know, son." Before he could protest, Mitsuki put her hand up to silence him. /Don't interrupt me/, her glare said. "Look, I may not know what you said to him, and you'll probably never tell me.-

I'm also not the one you need to explain yourself to. /But really, Katsuki?!/ You two haven't seen each other in how fucking long? You wake up and the first thing you do is try to bully him again?!"

Katsuki hung his head, and raked his fingers through his hair. What he said was stupid and disrespectful, he knew this. But he couldn't help it if the nerd wouldn't fucking talk to him so he could apologize.

"Katsuki." He looked at her again. She leaned forward, her elbows on her knees and clasping her hands together. "He saved your life."

Katsuki snorted, and the corner of his mouth perked up in a laugh, but his smirk dropped and eyes widened when he noticed his mother wasn't doing the same. And oh boy, if looks could kill. "You're joking." Mitsuki shook her head.

"The damn nerd didn't make it seem that serious before!"

"I'm sure he didn't, Katsuki! But if it wasn't for his quick thinking, your condition could have been /much/ worse. The last thing he deserves is for you to be an asshole to him!" She sighed, then continued.

"He probably didn't want you thinking that you owed him anything. He's a doctor, he would have done the same thing for any patient that came through that door." She pointed at the door for emphasis, then rubbed one of her eyes with the palm of her hand.

Katsuki felt like something lodged in his throat at the sight of her like this. "He could have gotten in serious trouble for treating you, Katsuki, but I will be eternally grateful."

//So, why did he fucking do it, then?//

If doctors weren't supposed to treat friends and family due to the emotions involved, Katsuki couldn't grasp why it was such an issue with Izuku. Looking back on their history, sure they knew each other, but Katsuki wasn't entirely convinced they could be seen as friends anymore.

What emotional display could have gotten him in trouble?
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Just as Katsuki expected, Izuku never came to the room. But another nurse returned to borrow Mitsuki to fill out the discharge paperwork. While that was being done, Katsuki changed into the spare clothes his mother brought him.

He was still a bit stiff, especially his shoulder, but he didn't have any serious issues dressing himself. Acting like a fool in front of the nurses was embarrassing enough; There was no way he was about to ask for help for anything else.

No wonder everyone thought he was fucking crazy. Izuku supposedly saved his fucking life, and all he did for two days was talk shit. //Fucking shit on toast.// Hopefully soon, he'll be able to get to U.A. and see the old lady for a healing session.

The sooner he could get back to work, and forget about hot ass /Doctor Deku/, the better.

A few minutes later, Mitsuki returned with the nurse, and she was pushing a wheelchair in with her. It's just protocol, they explained, but of course Katsuki still put up a good fight

about it. He could fucking walk. Slowly, but regardless, he could still walk. Eventually, Katsuki gave in, but he still complained the entire time. He hunched, crossing his arms over his chest and pouted the entire way to the front entrance.

Once they reached the front, that melodic voice called out to them, and Izuku finally made his appearance again. Katsuki wiped the scowl off his face, and immediately sat up straight in the wheelchair as Izuku approached.

Christ, he even walked like the main character with a slight sway and his hands in his pockets. He still wasn't used to seeing Izuku this way, like each time was the first. His tone when he told the nurse he'd handle them from here, his smile and nod after she

asked if he was sure.

Mitsuki called Masaru so he could pull the car around, and Izuku followed them outside. Once they were alone, Mitsuki pulled Izuku into a hug. "Thank you so much again, Zuku! Thank you for everything you do!"

Izuku embraced her back, and his chin rested on the top of her head for a moment. Katsuki's jaw hung open at the sight of how tall Izuku actually was, almost seeing his mother as a human measuring stick. No way the nerd was fucking taller than him now … what the fuck!

"Don't mention it," Izuku replied, releasing Mitsuki. "That's what I'm here for. I wanted to go over a few things with you." She gestured for him to go on. "I'd suggest he stay with you for a few days, just to be monitored."

"Oh yes!" Mitsuki said. "He'll stay with us until he's completely cleared."

"/Haahh?!/" Katsuki hollered, and Mitsuki shhed him.

The corner of Izuku's mouth perked up as he continued. "Good, good." He rotated his body slightly to address Katsuki. "I'd wait at least another three days or so before you seek out a healer. Allow your body to build back up on its own as much as possible, but after that,-

I'd suggest you have another check up done. There are certain things we still need to look for after you've been healed."

"Like what?"

"Nerve damage," Izuku said, as-a-matter-of-factly, and silence from the others was deafening.

"You're very lucky. Even though the toxin was in your body for an extended period of time, it doesn't look like it caused any neurological damage, but your wounds were severe. We may not know the full extent of the damage done until later on down the road."

Like on cue, Masaru pulled up with the car, and honked the horn. Izuku waved to him with a smile. "You have my number. Please call me if you need anything." Mitsuki nodded and thanked him again, then walked to the car to open the back door.

Katsuki stood up from the wheelchair, a bit too fast, and he wobbled slightly. He hated(loved) that Izuku was right there, gently placing a hand on his lower back to steady him. And Katsuki still having to look up at him was irritating too. "Thanks."

Izuku gave him a lighthearted grin. "You're welcome." He gripped Katsuki's good shoulder, and squeezed gently.

Katsuki nodded, and started to walk toward the car when Izuku stopped him. He looked like he was going for a hug, pulling Katsuki against his solid chest.

Katsuki wasn't really sure what to do, he had never been much of a hugger, but he was so warm, almost inviting. He slowly started to wrap his arms around Izuku's waist; He felt his breath against the shell of his ear, sending chills down his spin.

"By the way, Kacchan," he whispered. "My balls are just fine." Katsuki's stomach plummeted, and he almost thought he might vomit. "I just didn't want to hear your hollow apologies."

Izuku released him then, and smiled genuinely at him again. "Be safe, okay?" He said before stepping around Katsuki, grabbing the wheelchair to steer it back inside, leaving Katsuki speechless again. There was no animosity in his voice, though Katsuki almost wished there was;

He may have been less confused by it. Unless it was just that subtle, hidden beneath layers of polished etiquette. Katsuki's gaze followed him as he walked away, glued to his back. He knew he had fucked up, but he really hadn't noticed how bad until that moment.

He couldn't even respond when his mother came back to grab him.
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It’s been three days.

Three days since Katsuki was discharged, five days since Katsuki woke up, and a whole week since Katsuki was hospitalized, inevitably bringing their two worlds together again.

Izuku hadn’t heard from Katsuki or his parents since he had been discharged, which he assumed was a good thing. He had honestly expected to hear from him soon enough, especially after finding out Izuku suggested that his agency give him an entire month off for medical leave.

Izuku was currently sitting in his office, staring at his cell phone, waiting. But waiting for what? Irritated, he flipped his phone over onto its screen. Izuku leaned back in his chair as he ran his hands down his face. Izuku wasn’t fretting. No, he’d never admit to that.

He was conflicted, that's all. There was too much emotion when Katsuki was involved. The best possible option would be to step aside, and let someone else deal with him. The thought made his heart ache, and he wasn't oblivious to Kacchan’s wandering eyes,

fanning the flames within him. But he felt that getting involved with Katsuki again was like trying to play solitaire with the aces missing from the deck. He had gone nearly eleven years without seeing or hearing from the blonde; three days wasn’t going to kill him.

Or at least, it shouldn't.

After middle school, and falling out with the Bakugo’s, Inko and Izuku moved to another neighborhood. Izuku was able to have a decent high school experience, where any leftover bullies couldn’t follow, and Katsuki, of course, went to U.A. High School.

Izuku went to a nearby university to stay close to his mother, and took up residency at the Musutafu General Hospital following his completion of medical school. Katsuki graduated from U.A., and was quickly becoming the young rising star amongst Pro Heroes.

You couldn’t walk down the street without being assaulted by some kind of Dynamite merch. Despite the two residing in the same city, for all those years, they never crossed paths again.

It was quite a twist of fate, that they came across each other again on that day.

Due to the attack on the city, the hospital was already buzzing and overactive with civilians being brought in. EMS on scene could care for those with minor injuries; others more severe were brought into the hospital. When it came to Pro Heroes, most of their treatment was done

through their respective agencies, and most injuries were pretty minor. So, when two heroes came rushing through the ER with another in their arms screaming for help, everyone seemed to have a moment of stunned hesitancy. All but Izuku, where his body just moved on its own

to the calls of urgency and panic.

Immediately, Izuku recognized the long, crimson haired hero known as Red Riot, and the other in a Gundam-esque costume known as Ingenium. Izuku ran toward them, and his questions got lodged in his throat upon seeing the other hero Red Riot had

cradled in his arms. There was a sudden moment of terror, seeing the blonde bleeding out and appearing to be in the middle of a seizure. The sound of his own heartbeat filled his ears, blocking out the other hero's pleas of

/'We got here as soon as we could!'/ /'Help him, please!"/. Izuku had never felt that way before, an overwhelming sense of panic upon seeing a trauma patient, but perhaps that's why doctors shouldn't treat friends and family.

But the terror only proved to push Izuku forward, and he at least tried to give the illusion of calm. "Give him to me!" Izuku took Katsuki in his arms, and laid him on the floor. He removed the heavy gauntlets with fury, flinging them away, and rolled Katsuki onto his side.

He cradled his head in his hands, observing his condition. His skin was pale, white and frigid from blood loss. A cold sweat coated his body, and his breathing was shallow and rapid. His costume was torn, and Izuku could see several lacerations.

The cuts were already puffy and irritated, vein like tendrils spread outwards from the wounds. "How long has he been like this?"

Ingenium spoke that time. "About ten minutes."

Izuku's head snapped up at the two of them.
"/Ten minutes?!/"
He peeled one of Katsuki's lids back, and shined a small flashlight into his eye. Nothing, no movement, no pupil response. His eyes were fixed. //No no no no nooo…..//

With his body running on nothing but adrenaline, Izuku scooped Katsuki up again into his arms. He kept his body on its side, with Katsuki's face almost buried in his chest. //Don't you fucking dare die on me!//

He took off running down the hall to find an empty stretcher, empty room, fucking /anything/ while the others followed behind him.

After seeing them running down the hall, several nurses had called after him. He didn't stop, and just yelled back.

"Someone get me an IV and /Nayzilam/, now!" He began mumbling to himself. //Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan … !// Then Izuku yelled over his shoulder. "Tell me what happened!"

Red Riot explained that Katsuki was trying to fight off one of the attackers. He was stabbed three times, and fell to the ground. After a few minutes, he was already seizing, and the emergency personnel on site suggested just bringing him straight to the hospital.

Izuku managed to find an empty room, and laid Katsuki down on the bed. Izuku was covered in Katsuki's blood, which in that moment, was worse than it sounds. Blood had never made him so queasy before.

He shrugged his coat off, and thrust any excess equipment out of the way, giving him plenty of room to work around. A nurse came in shortly after, and handed Izuku the nasal spray. Izuku stuck the end into Katsuki's nose, pushed the plunger, administering the rescue treatment.

//Okay … Kacchan never had a history of epilepsy … the swelling around the wounds indicates an infection but what kind of infection spreads so fast? Unless it's some kind of toxin or poison ... If it's already entered his bloodstream … !//

After a minute, the IV had been inserted, Katsuki's convulsions had almost stopped, and Izuku began compressing the wounds trying to stop the bleeding. The nurse removed the remnants of Katsuki's ruined shirt, and hooked him up to the heart monitors and oxygen.

The sound of his shallow heartbeat filled the room like a somber metronome. Katsuki began to make groans and whimpers of pain, going in and out of consciousness, but he wouldn’t respond when Izuku tried to speak to him.

Instinct took over, and Izuku instructed the nurse to get more medication to keep Katsuki stable. There were several anti-venom they could try, and see if one reacted to the toxin, but they couldn't be sure without a sample.

He waited for the nurse to leave the room before addressing the two heroes again. "I need you two to do something for me!"

/Beep … /

"Anything," Red Riot said without hesitation.

"I need you to find wherever they are holding the one who attacked Kacchan, and get me a sample of whatever poison or toxin their body produces!"

"Do you know him?" "How do you know?" They both asked at the same time. Ingenium pointed to Katsuki while Red Riot seemed to be frozen in fear, acute hysteria lingering in his voice. //We don't have time for this!//

/Beep …/

"/Can you do it or not?!/" Izuku hoped his seriousness was written all over his face, and the two seemed to get the message. Ingenium nodded, and pulled Red Riot back with him. "Hurry!"

As the red head was being pulled through the door, he called to Izuku again. "He's going to be okay, right?" Izuku didn't respond, he couldn't respond. "/Right?!/"

/Beep …/

A loud knock at his office door jolted Izuku out of his memory, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. //Fuck … // He rested his elbows on his desk and raked his fingers through his emerald curls. "Yes?"

A nurse pushed his office door open slightly, and poked her head in. "I'm really sorry to bother you, sensei," She said, and Izuku peered up at her. "But we have someone in the lobby who's refusing to speak with anyone but you. They're causing a bit of commotion."

//Fucking hell … // Izuku would probably rather inventory the hair on his balls before dealing with whatever the hell this was at the moment. "Who is it?"

"Dynamite, sir. Katsuki Bakugo."

tbc ...

Doctor Midoriya Update 3!
Lots of story telling this update, so bare with me!
CW: angst, sexual tension
#BKDK #angst

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For Katsuki, the last three days held nothing but torment and uncertainty. Mitsuki watched him like a hawk, and he couldn't so much as wipe his ass without her knowing. His body was still too injured to work out, and it fucked with his head,

feeling like his strength and everything he had worked for was dwindling away. He had even tried sneaking out, but was unsuccessful in that venture as well, and he was starting to think he may actually get cabin fever.

Needless to say, he had a lot of free time all of a sudden, compared to his nearly eighty hour work weeks as a hero. And if anything, the greatest form of torture was being left alone with his thoughts for too long.

Shortly after arriving home on the first day, Katsuki spoke with Kirishima about what happened, though it was the redhead reaching out to him, not the other way around. He still didn’t have a lot of information on his condition upon arriving at the hospital,

and Kirishima was able to fill in the gaps. However, he was oddly suspicious of the whole thing, as his first question to Katsuki was, /‘Who is that green haired doctor, man?’/. And after listening to Kirishima’s testimony, Katsuki could understand why.

Everything in the way Izuku reacted, from the sharpness of hysteria on his face to Izuku’s low, gentle tone while Katsuki was fading in and out of consciousness, like he was trying to coax him back to life. None of it seemed normal.

He couldn't even imagine some kind of super fan to act that way. And not to mention the nickname. Kirishima had never heard the name ‘Kacchan’ before, and Katsuki took notice that it didn't sound right coming from him. Only Izuku could say it to hold the same meaning.

There was no way that they didn’t know each other. It was too … intimate. Passionate was Kirishima’s actual choice of words.

At the end of the day, there was no denying what Izuku did. Izuku threw himself into doing whatever he had to do to save him,

and Katsuki didn’t have a say about it. It would have been one thing if he had reacted like any other doctor would have, calm and collected. But now that Katsuki knew that wasn't the case, not only was he more confused, but it did something to his mind, and his heart.

It was both intriguing and infuriating, stirring up old feelings inside of him. Feelings that he had locked away a long time ago, and threw away the key.

Katsuki couldn't get Izuku out of his head. In his childhood home, Izuku was everywhere in it.

He was in the pictures hanging up, even written on the walls, where Mitsuki had carved into a door frame how much they grew over the years. Katsuki had always been a few inches taller, but not anymore.

Katsuki was sure his mind was playing tricks, feeling as if his aura was still present, even though Izuku hadn't been there in years. He was a curse that Katsuki couldn't escape. After the number of times he’d been left speechless, swooning, and fretting was unacceptable.

And he had absolutely no say over the amount of power Izuku suddenly had over him. Even when he slept, which he’s been doing a lot lately, Izuku was there.

/Izuku/. His voice, his touch. He could only imagine what his soft lips must feel like against his skin.

And he hated how he was unconscious when Izuku held him, he wished he could remember the feeling. Katsuki wasn't petite, by any means, so knowing Izuku picked him up and held him, running through the hospital. Supporting his weight, pressing their bodies together.

Afraid that he'd slip away again. /Fucking christ/ … why was that so sexy? It felt dirty, fantasizing about his old friend like some kind of pervert while his mind played tug-o-war with itself like a childhood game of /he loves me, he loves me not/.

Katsuki couldn't remember the last time he had been woken up by a sudden orgasm. But after the first night, his pajama pants soaked in his spend, completely untouched, and Izuku's name on his lips, he knew he was in fucking trouble. Why was this happening?

There had never been this kind of raw attraction to someone before. Or was it possible that now, through maturity and age, Katsuki was able to finally process the things he felt in his teenage years toward the nerd.

He knew more than ever that he needed to do something; Katsuki wanted to see him, needed to see him. Even though he was positive that Izuku was perfectly comfortable never seeing him again and thoroughly sick of his shit, Katsuki wasn’t sure that he would ever feel the same way.

As much as he tried to convince himself that Izuku held no real power over him, the tightening in his chest told him otherwise. Every decision ever made affects every moment that follows. He had made enough mistakes in his adolescence, most affecting Izuku and their relationship.

It was about time that he started making better ones.

So, where the fuck was he now? Pacing back and forth nervously in an examination room of the hospital, like an animal trapped in a cage. He did as he was told, and waited three days to get a healing session done with Recovery

Girl. After that, and despite her warnings about his stamina, Katsuki marched over to the hospital for the check up exam. Then after thoroughly annoying the hospital staff again, they stuck him inside four white walls to wait.

It felt like forever, the synchronized ticking of the clock above the door seemed to make time go by slower. The sterile stench of antiseptic stinging his nose, and the frigid chill to the air only caused his anxiety to deepen.

Did they just throw him in that room to keep him occupied? Was Deku going to come at all? Maybe Katsuki should have tried a less aggressive approach to this whole thing, but let's be honest, that wasn’t his style.

Katsuki put 125% into everything he did, and that was going to include making things right with Izuku.

For a moment, his nerves were starting to turn into anger. Partially from being unable to understand what he was feeling, but also … what the fuck was he doing?

Waiting around for the nerd? /Since fucking when?!/ He should be out there right fucking now looking for him instead of waiting inside this stupid room.

The sudden click of the door handle caused Katsuki to freeze in place.

His resolve melted away, and his senses focused on the other man. Izuku lazily walked through the threshold, and kicked the door shut. He stuffed his hands into his pants pockets as he leaned back on the closed door.

Katsuki was still fighting the knot in his gut, but his presence was like the sun breaking through the fog.

Katsuki had never seen Izuku in formal wear before, and he was disarming, to say the least. His coat was gone this time;

Long sleeve light blue shirt tucked into dark dress pants, and he was even wearing a tie. But without the coat, Katsuki could easily make out his figure. He looked strong, powerful even. The corner of Katsuki's lips perked up at the sight of the fire red high tops he still wore.

Some things just never change. How hadn't he noticed those before?

“/Ahem …/" Katsuki was broken from the trance, and his face flushed as he scanned back up Izuku’s body until his ruby eyes met emerald ones.

Izuku looked tired, yet somehow twice as pretty, while the stubble on his chin suggests he hasn’t shaved in a few days. Katsuki wondered if that’s what he looked like when first waking up in the morning.

Izuku’s brow perked up, amused as he spoke, breaking their heavy silence. “You wanted to see me, Kacchan?”

“Haah, am I ‘Kacchan’ again?” Katsuki asked mockingly, gesturing to himself.

Izuku shrugged. “Technically, I’m on break. The only thing /I/ should be seeing right now is the back of my eyelids.” He slouches a little further onto the door, his posture giving off an unflinching confidence that looked good on him. “So, what can I do for you?”

//What can you do for me … //

Okay, this wasn't how it was supposed to go. But come on, it wouldn’t be Deku and Kacchan without some playful banter. Let's try this again. “I’m here for my check up, dork.”

“Kacchan,” Izuku shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. “We need to do x-rays, blood work, probably a CT scan. There’s a lot involved, and you have to make an appointment for that.”

Well shit. The nurses did say something like that to him early. But he was a man on a mission! He didn’t pay much attention to that detail. //Oops … //
“Well, what about these stupid stitches? I need them taken out at least,” Katsuki stated.

Izuku's eyes narrowed, glaring at him suspiciously. “I’m surprised you haven’t removed them yourself.”

"Naah," Katsuki grunted, and lightly shook his head. "The old hag would have had my head."

“You shouldn’t call her that.”

Katsuki shrugged. Calling his mother ‘old hag’ was like calling Izuku ‘Deku’, anything else just sounded weird. Hell, she had cursed so much when he was kid he had mistaken his own name for ‘Fuck’ a few times, he was only returning the favor.

“So, can you help me out with these or what?”

Izuku sucked air through his teeth, and looked away as if he were questioning his life choices, or wondering if this could somehow be a trap. Katsuki hadn't realized he was holding his breath, waiting to see Izuku’s response.

After a moment, his gaze returned to Katsuki, and his throat suddenly dried as a certain softness replaced the dull, weariness in those emerald eyes.

Izuku lazily pointed to the table. "Have a seat."

Katsuki's chest puffed slightly at the small victory, and did as he was told, sitting on the edge of the examination table. He watched Izuku stride through the room, beginning to roll up the sleeves of his shirt. Should he attempt to make small talk?

Katsuki wasn’t sure how many excuses he could come up with to keep seeing Izuku, so might as well take advantage of the opportunity. He needed to work up to the conversation of them maybe spending some time together. The weather? No, that’s fucking lame.

“You uh … look good, De-!”

He clamped his mouth shut, remembering at the last second that Izuku didn't want to be called Deku, and caught himself. //Smooth, Katsuki. Smooth.// What the hell is he supposed to call him then?

Izuku didn't seem to notice though. He looked back in Katsuki’s direction, brows furrowed questioningly.
“Uh … thanks, Kacchan. You too.” Izuku slapped his own cheeks playfully with a smirk. “You’ve got some color back in your cheeks.”

Katsuki felt a sudden warmth creep across his face. “Yeah, whatever.” He did look like shit before, but it's not like he could really help it. Still smirking, Izuku looked away again, nimble fingers released the clasp of his watch, and placed it on the counter.

Katsuki's eyes followed him then landed on his broad chest, his pectorals accentuated from the profile view. “I see you finally learned to tie a tie.”

As if lost in thought, there was a momentary pause in Izuku’s reaction. “Hm?” Then he looked at Katsuki again, smoothing down his tie like a reflex. “Oh … It’s a clip-in.”

"You gotta be fuckin shitting me," Katsuki snorted, and Izuku shook his head.

He just as easily grabbed the tie, gave it a quick tug, and came off without much effort. "You have to let me teach you how to wear a proper tie, dork."

"What for? Clip ties are so much easier."

"Yeah, /okay/, but they aren't anywhere near as fun."

Izuku chuckled, not entirely sure if the innuendo with Katsuki's statement was intentional or not, but he chose to leave it to the imagination. "I'll have to think about it, Kacchan,"He replied as he clipped his tie back on.

He finished rolling up his second sleeve, then turned to wash his hands while Katsuki's unrelenting stare admired his backside and thick thighs. Did he have to be so obvious? Izuku counted to three, silently, then peered over his shoulder, giving Katsuki a sideways glance.

The blonde quickly looked away, and glanced up at the clock above the door again, just trying to find something else to focus on. Katsuki felt his temperature rise from having been caught staring /again/, and unconsciously wiped his sweaty palms on his shorts.

He figured Izuku was used to people staring at him. Like, who wouldn't, right? But Katsuki didn't want to think about that either. He tried to push away the territorial pangs he got from the thought of others admiring Izuku,

all it did was bring forth other things that he had never thought about before. Katsuki hoped that Izuku couldn't see the excitement burning in his eyes.

As Izuku turned back, the wily smile on his face went unnoticed.

🧡💚

Why hadn't Katsuki thought about this sooner? He should have mentally prepared himself for this sudden proximity.

Izuku removed the stitches from Katsuki's abdomen first, and he did so with the same grace Katsuki assumed he would have applied them.

A light tug with the tweezers, a quick snip of the scissors, the stitch was pulled free. Wash, rinse, repeat. Katsuki couldn't help the gleam from seeing Izuku impressed with his own handiwork, proclaiming how miniscule the scarring was.

However, when it came to the stitches on his shoulder, he was so /close/. Their noses were only inches apart as Izuku glued his attention to the stitches on Katsuki's chest, while Katsuki tried his best to focus on anything other than his face, and he was failing miserably.

The little details he had never noticed before were suddenly front and center. Like the way Izuku chewed on the inside of his cheek and his nostrils flared with concentration. He memorized the sharp curve of his lashes that seemed to fan his emerald eyes,

and counted the freckles on his cheeks. Had his lips always been that perfect shade of rosy pink? Then there was the woodsy, earthy scent of sandalwood and patchouli that wafted off Izuku in copious amounts, making Katsuki's mouth water.

Whatever fucking cologne that was should be fucking illegal. Katsuki wasn't prepared for it at all, /any of it/, as Izuku portrayed nothing short of absolute professionalism.

Katsuki averted his gaze, and tried to work up the nerve to do what he came here to do.

Well, it couldn’t possibly get worse from here right? Might as well ask him now, and rip the bandaid off.

“I've got a question.”

“Hm?” Izuku peered up at him through his lashes, then back to the stitches again. “I may have an answer.”

“Why didn’t you tell me how fucked up I was … when I first got admitted?”

Izuku froze briefly, as if he wasn’t expecting that question, and Katsuki felt it. “Well, you asked me what happened to you, not your condition upon arrival.” Katsuki opened his mouth to respond, but Izuku continued before he could.-

“However, as your doctor it was wrong of me to not fully disclose those details to you.” He poked Katsuki under his chin, telling him to look at him, and holding Katsuki with an almost hypnotic gaze. “I’m sorry you didn’t hear it from me.”

Warmth crept across Katsuki’s face as he nodded in acknowledgement. How did he make it seem so effortless? “S'okay … “

Izuku nodded back, and returned his attention back to the sutures. “But I’m assuming you heard it from someone, right?” Izuku continued.

“Yeah, Kirishima told me.”

“Who’s that?”

//Who’s that?// Of course, Izuku had never actually met Kirishima before, so it shouldn’t seem odd to Katsuki.

But heroes and their ‘true identities’ for the most part were public knowledge. For someone like Izuku, who was obsessed with Pro Heroes, not knowing who Kirishima was did seem pretty weird.

“He’s Red Riot.”

Izuku inclined his head. “He seemed really worried about you. Is he your partner?”

Katsuki had to look away this time. He was really asking that question? “/Huh?!/ Shitty hair? No way! We’re just friends, and we met at U.A.. I’m not seeing anyone right now. What about you, De-"

Katsuki's words caught in his throat when he looked back at Izuku to find he was already staring at him. There was a certain softness in his eyes this time around. "Kacchan."

"Yeah?" The word came out barely above a whisper.

"I meant your hero partner," Izuku replied, and gave him a gentle grin, while Katsuki stayed frozen in complete stunned silence at his own cringyness, and a wave of embarrassment crashed over him.

// Get your mind outta the fucking gutter! Why the fuck would he be asking about that?! What the fuck!!!//

Izuku lightly tapped the blonde's thigh, telling him to turn around so he could get the stitches on his back. Katsuki listened, and he continued to scream internally at himself, ecstatic about not having to be face to face with Izuku anymore.

What Katsuki didn't take into account was that it was honestly just a smooth cover up. "But to answer your question. No, I'm not seeing anyone." There was a tinge of relief at that statement, at least Izuku humored him a bit. "And I can see what you're trying to do Kacchan."

//Oh God.// Was he seriously that easy to read? (Yes!) "Haah?"

"You're trying not to call me 'Deku', but obviously you can't really help it, can you?" //Oh!// Katsuki lightly shook his head, and fidgeted with his shirt in his lap, unsure of where Izuku was going with this.

"Well, 'Deku' doesn't really have a negative connotation to me anymore. All I ask is that you don't call me that while we're in my professional space. Not only is it inappropriate, but it's disrespectful. Save 'Deku' for outside the office, okay?" Izuku's movements halted again,

realizing what he had just implied, and mentally kicked himself.

//Outside the office?// Katsuki perked up as if a light bulb just lit above his head. He peered over his shoulder at the other. "Does that mean I can see you out of work?"

Izuku didn't respond, as if he didn't hear the question. "We should … hang out."

"What for?" Izuku asked coldly, and Katsuki's heart sank.

The shift in the atmosphere happened so fast. His tone was almost like an accusation, as if severely questioning Katsuki's intentions.

Which Katsuki didn't feel he could fault him for anyway. The tension before was nothing compared to this, and it seemed to have them in more of a chokehold.

Katsuki clenched his fists together, feeling them heat and trying to pop unintentionally with frustration at himself.

He tried to come off as nonchalant, but the tension across his whole body showed that wasn't the case.
"I don't fucking know. It's been forever. Maybe we can catch up over drinks or something. I want to make it up to you. To thank you … for what you did."

Izuku lifted his gaze to the side of Katsuki's face. "A simple thank you would suffice. You don't owe me anything."

"Bullshit. You didn't have to do what you did."

Katsuki accidently let off a mini explosion in his palm from a sudden metal on metal clamor behind him. The noise could have easily been misconstrued as anger, but from Izuku's mumbled 'sorry', Katsuki figured he must have dropped something.

"What do you mean I didn't have to do what I did? D'you really think because I saw it was you coming through those doors that I got to choose whether you walked out of here or you left in a body bag? That's not how this works, Kacchan!"

The blonde's blood ran cold at that statement. He hadn't even thought of that, and honestly why would he even say that? Izuku didn't just save him, but he quite literally held his life in his hands.

Questioning his own mortality was new for him. "That's not what I meant," He stuttered trying to get words out. "You could have gotten in a mess of trouble for treating me. You could have just pawned me off on some other doctor but you didn't. And I'm … grateful."

There was no response right away, as Izuku set his tools back on the metal tray, finishing up. He wiped an alcohol swab against the wounds one more time before collecting everything and moving back to the countertop.

"Well, you're welcome, but I want you to understand that what I did for you I would do again and again. You don't owe me anything."

Katsuki's heart soared at that, but it wasn't good enough.

There was more to it than that. He wanted to show that he was sorry for the shit he did in their adolescence. It may not change anything, but he had to try. He could hope, he could wish. The worst thing Izuku could say was no, but gods, that was the worst possible thing.

"But I still want to make up for the things I've done."

Izuku turned to look back at him, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed. The stoicism of Izuku's expression was a far cry from this sensitive subject matter,

and Katsuki felt he was about to dump himself into a vat of deep shit. "For the things you've done?"

"For everything," Katsuki replied breathlessly.

"Is that seriously what this is about?" Katsuki's words caught in his throat, unable to respond. Izuku shook his head. "That's not necessary."

"/What the fuck do you mean it's not nec-!/"

"Because you /can't/!" There was the tinge of anger that Izuku was trying so desperately to keep at bay, and hearing his voice in that harsh tone seemed to break the bitter lock on Katsuki's emotions.

He stepped away from the counter and began approaching Katsuki slowly until he was directly in front of him, looming. "You can't make up for something when you can't even fathom what you did."

Izuku's eyes implored him as he stared back, waiting for him to plead his case, and watching for any hint of deceit. Whatever hint of playfulness from Izuku was gone now, his cold, steel walls were put back up in an effort to protect himself.

There was no better time for Katsuki to let some of his walls crumble.

"You're right." Izuku's eyes widened and his lips parted slightly at his admittance. "I don't know, so make sure you tell me. Remind me how much of a shithead I was every fucking chance you get." Katsuki's hands gripped the edge of the table so hard his knuckles turned white.

"But don't tell me what I can or can't do, Deku. I /can/ do better, I can /be/ better. Just give me a fucking chance to show you!"

Izuku crept even closer, smoothly, almost on top of Katsuki now, as if he had wanted to be there all along. There was no anger in his tone, only a subtle smugness, like he could see right through him. "And how exactly do you plan to do that?"

He would do whatever he had to do. If it wasn't for his hands gripping the table, Katsuki may have tried to reach out to him at that moment, while he became transfixed by Izuku's face again. The lighting sharpened his features into a form of a menacing expression, and the shadows

cast a darkness over his eyes like the hood of a cobra. The sight of him sends butterflies down his stomach, the way he watches Katsuki like a predator eyeing prey. He was still beautiful, but terrifying. Within reach, but off limits.

The potent fog of arousal tamps down the realization that he still hasn't answered the question. Katsuki wet his lips reflexively. For a moment he thought Izuku might kiss him. //Just wishful thinking …//

"Stop looking at me like that." Katsuki was so zeroed in on the other's full lips that he was oblivious to Izuku's eye contact.

"Like what?" Katsuki hoped that Izuku could hear the challenge in his tone, but the gulp in his throat betrayed his boldness.

Izuku's eyes roamed his face, hesitating at Katsuki's mouth before meeting his eyes again, as if Katsuki himself was a beacon of debauchery. "Whatever it is you're thinking about right now." Izuku finally took a step back, creating some distance between them.

Izuku slowly moved his focus to the clock above the door, not wanting to take his eyes off Katsuki. "Do you have anything to do after this?" Izuku asked, and Katsuki shook his head. "Put your shirt back on."

"Why? Where are we going?"

"My office."

tbc ...

#BKDK #angst
Continuing this thread! Doctor Midoriya
Update 4
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"Oi," Katsuki called, running up closer to Izuku. "Uh … explain to me why we're going to your office again."

Izuku had just taken off down the hall as soon as they walked out of the examination room. Now with Izuku having long legs, Katsuki had to keep up with /him/.

"Hm?" Izuku looked to his side at Katsuki. "I figured this conversation was going somewhere that required more … /private/ accommodations."

Katsuki's throat bobbed as he swallowed. Was the other room not private enough? It didn't have a lock on the door so he assumed that made sense. When he thought about how this conversation would go, he didn't really think about what would happen after, which was not like him.

He was actually somewhat surprised that Izuku didn’t kick him out. It may have been a bit naive, thinking this was going to be a simple yes or no question. And then again, from the 'fuck me' eyes Katsuki was giving Izuku earlier, he might as well had just said,-

/'Take me to the bedroom, master. I'll go quietly.'/

"Relax," Izuku nudged his shoulder with a slight grin on his handsome face, pulling him from his thoughts. "It's not like I'm escorting you to some kind of sex dungeon."

//Okay ….! Now why the fuck would he say that?!//

As if he could read his fucking mind. Izuku leaned in closer, and Katsuki felt his breath against the shell of his ear. "They don't really have those in hospitals anyway. That's what my apartment's for."

Katsuki's face flushed, and he swatted at Izuku. "Shut up before I blow you into another dimension!"

Izuku chuckled as he faced forward. The sound of it made Katsuki grin, he never thought he'd hear his melodic laughter again. "Don't threaten me with a good time, Kacchan."

Katsuki just huffed in response, oblivious to what he had just said.

They seemed to walk nearly a mile through the hospital corridors before making it to Izuku's office. No wonder it took him forever to get to the examination room, he had to walk clear across the hospital.

And when he said they would have privacy, he meant it. No one eyed them suspiciously as they walked, and the closer they got, the fewer people were in the halls.

Every so often, Izuku would look over at him, making sure he was still there.

As if he was worried the blonde might make a run for it, like a lamb being led to the slaughter.

A silent alarm went off in Katsuki's head, he didn't appreciate being backed into a corner. He could trust Izuku, right? But he had run out of time to contemplate;

before he knew it, they were standing in front of Izuku's office door.

Izuku inched around Katsuki, turning the handle and held the door open for him. Katsuki sheepishly passed through the threshold, looking at the new surroundings. Izuku's office was cluttered, but not dirty.

It's an organized chaos, he's sure. Everything has a place, even if no one else saw it that way. The wall to the left was covered in pale, wooden cabinets above and below a countertop. There's a bookcase on the right, which every inch was covered in notebooks and texts,-

except for a few framed pictures, and a large desk sat in the center of the room with two armchairs in front of it.

A hand at his lower back sent more butterflies through his stomach, not realizing he was just standing in the doorway, and Izuku pushed Katsuki into the room.

The disconnect between them and the rest of the hospital became even more evident as the deadbolt clicked into place.

"It's not much, but I'm here more than I'm at home, so I try to make it homey." Izuku said, after observing Katsuki's curiosity.

So, Izuku was here more often than not? Which made sense, but Katsuki couldn't help remembering the /'sex dungeon'/ comment from earlier. He didn't want to think about how … experienced Izuku may be in that department.

But he wasn't fucking jealous, okay? Damn, he just couldn't get that image out of his head.

Izuku headed for the countertop where a coffee machine sat on top. "Do you drink coffee?"

Katsuki declined, and went to the bookcase, trying to keep some distance between them for the time being, and slow his rapid heart beat. The air was still heavy as an awkward silence ensued, at least it seems awkward, or just different maybe.

Katsuki had always been a bit of a nosy person. Eavesdropping, looking through just random shit on desks. It was one of few things that he never grew out of. If it was something not for wandering eyes, then maybe it should be put away.

A few of his friends had learned the hard way. Plus, what had Izuku been up to these last eleven years? Poking around his office might give some hints, even though Izuku was watching him do it, he didn’t stop him.

He combed through the books, and none of them were really one's that he would understand. He half expected Izuku to have comics hidden in there somewhere, especially if he were at the hospital more than he was at home.

He imagined Izuku with his legs propped up on his desk reading a comic book, hiding it behind some medical text as if it were a dirty mag. Once the rows of books came to an end, his attention soon locked on the few framed pictures.

One was a drawing clearly made by a child based on the crayons used, and the near illegible handwriting. The first one was a cartoon drawing of Izuku in his coat and his wild, green curls. And written above him said, /'Not all heroes wear capes.'/

That phrase seemed to bounce around the inside of his skull, repeating itself like a broken record. It's such an obvious statement, but one he had never really thought of before. He tucked it away into a mental folder for later.

The picture next to the drawing was a photo of Izuku and his mother. Izuku was wearing a cap and gown for his graduation, assumingly from college, just based on Izuku's height and size compared to Inko. But something wasn't right about it.

The first being Izuku's smile. It looked forced, and it wasn't the usual smile that Katsuki remembered; The kind that squinted Izuku's eyes closed in pure joy. But what stood out most of all was Inko, who was nearly unrecognizable.

She seemed to have shrunk, not just from Izuku's growth spurt, but her sunken eyes and the pallid tone of her skin could be seen even through the lense of the camera. //She's fine.// Did Izuku … lie ?

He squinted at it, as if unsure of what he was seeing, too focused to notice Izuku coming up behind him.

"Kacchan," Izuku called, and Katsuki jumped. "Stop being so nosy."

Katsuki didn't respond, he honestly wasn't sure how to. He had to practically peel his eyes off the photograph to face Izuku again, and tried his best not to make eye contact. Katsuki resisted the urge to ask about the picture as he waited for Izuku to continue their conversation

Izuku was the one that suggested coming to his office after all. What the hell was he waiting for?

“Kacchan?” Izuku pulled Katsuki out of his thoughts, eyeing him curiously.

Izuku observed the fluttering of his lashes, the way his hands curled and unfurled into fists at his side, the quick rise and fall of his chest. The subtle movements that betrayed the calm he was so desperately trying to convey.

To the untrained eye, those actions may be miniscule enough to barely register, but not to someone who used to spend day and night with him. He seemed so nervous all of a sudden, considering the boldness from earlier, now he could barely look at him.

Izuku brushed the knuckle of his index finger down Katsuki’s cheek, and warmth bloomed there. With a tiny gasp, his attention returned to Izuku. “What are you so anxious for?”

"I'm not anxious."

Izuku tilted his head, and hummed lowly from deep in his chest; Katsuki thought he could almost feel it too. "For someone who lies a lot, you really need to work on your poker face."

Katsuki's walls were tempered steel, nearly impenetrable. He spent a long time building them up, both to protect himself and others alike. On the outside, it gave the impression of defiance and was made with the intention of keeping people from trying to dig deeper.

But with Izuku, it's always been different. No one else had ever--past nor present--been able to breach those walls as if they never existed.

"Sit down, relax," Izuku went on, pointing toward one of the arm chairs.

Katsuki sighed, then spun on his heel. There was a momentary thought about taking the desk chair, just for the fuck of it, but decided against it. He hoped Izuku wouldn't sit in the desk chair either, making this whole ordeal seem like a business transaction.

He sat down in one of the chairs in front the desk, leaning back with his arms crossed over his chest, /trying/ to relax and settle his nerves.

Dragging a finger across the mahogany wood, Izuku walked over and simply leaned back against the edge of his desk.

His coffee mug in one hand, his other lazily gripping the desk, eyes locked on Katsuki's face. Katsuki noticed how large Izuku's hand was compared to the coffee mug, and wondered what his hands might feel like against his throat.

//It’d make a nice fucking necklace ...// Katsuki looked away, this time worried that Izuku might see the desire burning in his eyes now.

"What?" Katsuki demanded. Izuku was still staring at him, and he was just trying to keep his mind occupied.

Izuku shrugged and shook his head as he brought the mug to his lips, finishing it off, then set it down on the desk next to him. He straightened up, then leaned forward, propping himself up on outstretched arms against the chair Katsuki was sitting in.

Leaning so close, Katsuki had no choice but to look at his face. If it had been anyone else, he would have been one quick shove away from his personal space. But Katsuki just pressed the back of head into the chair, and he was sure Izuku could hear his heartbeat out of his chest.

Looming over him again and with nowhere to run, Katsuki suddenly felt very … /small/.

"/What?/" Katsuki repeated, this time with the slightest hint of irritation starting to flare. Izuku didn't respond, studying Katsuki with a new fervor. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

With a challenging glare, a light chuckle reverberated through his chest. "You have no idea."

/What the fuck is that supposed to mean?/

"Who the hell are you?"

"/Haah?!/"

"Who are you and what did you do with the /real/ Katsuki Bakugo?"

Was he being for real? Surely not, but Katsuki decided to play along anyway. "D'you want to see my ID?"

Izuku shook his head. "The real Kacchan had never so easily accepted his faults, nor been so compliant. You're being so … /good/."

Izuku's words skated shivers down his spine. Had he been? Katsuki couldn't reply, not really sure how to respond to that. His gaze transfixed on Izuku for … what? The fourth time now in one day. What the hell is wrong with him?

It was like the freckles, the curls, the bright beautiful eyes, all together made some kind of perfect formula for hypnosis. "I think we will need to order a CT scan. You may have brain damage after all."

Izuku's tie hung loosely in midair, and Katsuki had to resist the urge to grab his collar, pulling Izuku toward him. "If my head is fucked up, then I don't want to be fixed," Katsuki deadpanned, and Izuku's brows furrowed at him. "'Cause for once, I feel nothing but clarity."

Izuku frowned. "Is that so?" Katsuki nodded, and returned Izuku's gaze with puppy dog eyes. The blonde chewed lightly on his bottom lip, and Izuku had a sudden urge to pin Katsuki against the wall and take that lip between his teeth.

Katsuki, once again, fanned those sensuous flames within him, and he couldn't have anticipated the emotions stirring. Closing his eyes, Izuku hung his head and counted to three silently, hoping it would stop.

But it didn’t, and he reminded himself why they were there. "Why are you doing this?"

Katsuki's heart sank, and he didn't understand Izuku's sudden change of tone. "Wha-?"

Izuku raised his head. "You've had eleven years. You even told me yourself, who the fuck is counting, right? So why are you doing this now?"

"I didn't know you were still in Musutafu." Katsuki straightened up in his seat, bringing their faces closer together.-

"I thought you had moved far away. I had done enough damage, and I was told not to seek you out."

"Yet here you are."

Izuku stood up as shock registered on Katsuki's face. He hadn't really thought about the fact that just this conversation could do more damage. Wouldn't Izuku want to know that he was sorry? That he regretted everything.

Or was it just easier to remember him as the asshole he had always been?

Izuku ran his hands down his face in frustration. He pulled his tie off, and undid the two top buttons on his shirt, as if he was suddenly too hot in it.

"What do you want from me, Kacchan?"

"Nothing," Katsuki replied. "At most just some of your time so I can-"

"Apologize?" He interrupted, hands on his waist as he paced back and forth. "Atone? Whether you're doing this for my sake or to make yourself feel better I haven't figured out yet."

"For both of us!"

Izuku scratched at the scruff on his chin in thought. "Is buying me a drink really enough to satiate whatever lingering guilt you may have?"

“What?!” He pushed out to the edge of his seat, gripping the cushion like a lifeline. “Of course that’s not enough! It was just somewhere to start, I just needed you to say-”

"Yes, but my schedule’s pretty tight, I wonder how long will it take for you to realize I'm not worth your time." The calmness in his tone didn't match the venom in his words or the fire in his eyes.

"Never!" Katsuki exclaimed, pleading with him. Izuku didn't seem to be listening, too enthralled in his own mumbling.

"Because I hate to tell you, I don't even know that I can trust myself around you anymore." What the hell does that mean?-

“I like to think I’ve developed a thicker skin over the years, but I don’t know if I can handle it again.”

"Deku, stop." //I did this.// His panic hit a peak, his heart beat drummed in his ears. His palms began to pop uncontrollably, singeing the fabric of the chair. "Stop …"

"Did you see that I was doing all right, and you just had to come back to finish the job?"

“/Stop it!/” That struck a nerve, and Katsuki jumped up out of his seat. "I swear to fucking God that's not it at all," Katsuki said, quietly but firmly.

He grabbed Izuku, forcing him to look at him. “What you’re feeling is valid but please don’t talk about me as if I’m actively trying to do those things! I know you have no idea what’s going on inside my head, but I swear I’m not that stupid, asshole kid I used to be!”

The two just stared at each other for a moment. “I think you misunderstand my frustration, Kacchan.”

What was there to misunderstand? “Please-” Katsuki reached for him, trying to return some of his affection from earlier, skimming his fingers on Izuku’s forearm.

Izuku’s forearm. How many times had his touch not been so friendly? Just as he made contact, Izuku recoiled, pulling his arm away as if he'd been burned.

//Oh.// Now he understood. He backed away as a startled expression flashed across Izuku’s face, and realization hit him like a wrecking ball. There wasn’t a thing he could say that would make a difference. Katsuki realized how much he needed Izuku too little, too late.

All this caused was more pain as he fought for an Izuku that no longer needed him, no longer wanted him. Izuku was right, he was doing just fine without him, so why would he come in and try to change that?

There was never a definite possibility that this would change anything, but again, it was wishful thinking.

“Fuck, just forget about it. This was stupid.” He looked down, just like he always did when he thought he might cry, and he missed the look of awe on Izuku’s face.-

“Just know I’m so fucking sorry, for everything okay?” Katsuki hated the shakiness in his voice, the way it cracked on the last word, and he turned to make his exit. “You don’t have to worry about seeing me ev-”

As if he had waited ages to hear those words, something in Izuku just … snapped.

A hard tug at Katsuki’s wrist pulled him back until his ass slammed into the desk behind him. One of his hands swung out to catch himself, knocking the coffee mug off the desk. It shattered on the floor, left forgotten without either of them giving a shit.

Hand at his nape, Izuku held him, and devoured his groans in a white hot kiss.

It was slow at first, and time even seemed to freeze. Izuku paused, waiting to see if Katsuki would pull away.

But as tingles and butterflies exploded outward, turning him into putty, Katsuki leaned further into him, deepening the kiss and tilting his world on its axis. His lips, like that deadly poison, seep deep into his skin, weakening his muscles, and his lids grew heavy.

Izuku was kissing him, and quickly picking up momentum. Izuku's tongue slipped between his teeth, tasting him, and his grip tightened. A deep groan rattled through Izuku’s chest as his other arm snaked around Katsuki’s waist,-

supporting his weight and pressing their bodies together. Izuku pushed harder against Katsuki, trapping him against the desk. Luckily, Izuku was holding him, otherwise he was sure he’d crumble to pieces.

Katsuki's movements were jerky, and unsure, but after Izuku pulled away earlier, if it happened again, Katsuki wasn't sure he could handle it. He wrapped his arms around Izuku’s waist, feeling his body tremble and flex beneath his touch.

It was better than anything he’d ever dreamed of. His hands trailed up, skating across solid shoulders, then down the slope of his biceps. Everything was spelled out for him, just from the kiss alone. Katsuki can taste the desperation, the loneliness, the sadness.

Even if they didn't say another word to each other afterward, the kiss spoke volumes compared to his incessant mumbling.

“I’m tired of this fucking game with you,” Izuku gritted out through his teeth.

Hearing the curses from Izuku just caused Katsuki’s dick to pulse in his shorts, and he tried to hold back a whimper. Izuku forced Katsuki’s legs apart with his knee, and when Izuku grinded the hardened muscle of his thigh into Katsuki’s crotch, he gasped into his mouth.

Then he pulled back. Izuku’s touch fell away, breaking the embrace. Katsuki was left with a cold emptiness as Izuku seemed to silently chide himself. But there’s something else there, dark and hungry.

Izuku licked his lips, swollen from the kiss, like he’d finally gotten a taste, and now he was unsure he could ever go back. “I might not know exactly what’s going on in that thick fucking skull of yours, but I can imagine.”

They stared at each other through a battle of wills. Katsuki’s chest rose and fell with heavy breathes, completely overcome. He wasn’t sure how he felt about this; All it took was a kiss for Izuku to leave him panting like a bitch in heat, but he didn't want it to stop.

He kissed and touched with the hunger of a man who’d been fasting his whole life. Wasn't he just pissed off a few moments ago? Where did this come from? And Katsuki wasn't sure how far this was going to go here, all he knew was he needed Izuku back on him at once.

He reached out for Izuku again, fingers skimming his skin. “S’okay,” he whispered, and pulled Izuku to him, in his space. It felt right where he was supposed to be, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces.

His large hands fell to Katsuki’s narrow waist while his thigh settling between the blonde’s legs again. At feeling the stiff line of Katsuki's cock against his thigh, his expression sharpened into a knowing smirk.

Just testing the waters, Katsuki caressed Izuku's face, running his thumb over his freckled cheeks. He raked his fingers through the soft, emerald curls, and pressed a light kiss to his lips. Izuku softened slightly in his hold, and kissed him back.

One of his hands moved to Katsuki's lower back while the other followed the path of his spine, finally settling into the blonde locks.

"You know, I believed I was doing pretty good before you waltzed back into my life,” Izuku explained.

Izuku rubbed light circles into his scalp, earning him another whimper from Katsuki. He couldn't help his next snarky comment. "More like thrown back in-" His words ended with a hiss as Izuku curled his fingers into Katsuki's hair and pulled back, exposing his throat. /Oh fuck…/

"Shut up," Izuku demanded, then released him slowly, gripping his nape. //OH FUCK!// "There's still so much about you that pisses me off."

"I piss you off?" Of course he did, how could he not? But anger was an emotion that Izuku didn't show very often, he was quiet, which only made him scarier.

"Incessantly," He replied, then Katsuki moaned as Izuku grinded hard into him again. "But not for the reasons you think."

Izuku left small circles behind Katsuki’s ear with his thumb as he peppered light kisses down Katsuki's jaw, making his hair stand on end. His lips were so soft, gentle, compared to the words coming out of his mouth,-

and the scruff on his chin added a delicious tickle to Katsuki's sensitive flesh. He inhaled a shaky breath, and his eyes fluttered closed at the sensation. “Tell me.”

His hands roamed from Izuku’s face, down his neck and into the opening of his shirt.

Feathering his fingers across his collar bone, then flattening his warming palms over Izuku’s chest, only a thin layer of fabric between them. The thought of them skin to skin rushed forward, he flushed a deep red from his face to his chest.

Did those freckles cover his whole body? It was suddenly too hot, Katsuki wanted to just rip their clothes off. Everything was a blur, he hadn't noticed he undid three more buttons on Izuku's shirt until his wrists were snatched.

“Hands on the desk, Kacchan.”

Katsuki whined, but the command brought a smile to his face. Izuku hadn’t even done anything serious, but he was fucking exhilarated all the same. He did as he was told, bracing the edge of the desk, and squirming under Izuku’s predatory gaze.

When the pressure returned to his dick again, he bit down on his bottom lip until the coppery taste puckered his tongue. Izuku sealed their lips in another possessive kiss, and licked away the blood he'd drawn.

“I hate that you’ve been gone for so long, but somehow it feels like you’ve never left.” Like something was missing from his life then manifested again out of nowhere. “I hate that I still /see/ you everywhere, /feel/ you everywhere.”

Izuku pressed their foreheads together as he spoke, trying to hold himself back in a moment of weakness. His hands trailed under Katsuki's shirt, kneading into the rise and fall of his abdominals, as his thigh continued its slow assault on Katsuki's dick.

"I see you in the orange of the sunset, you're the constant ringing in my ears. You're so beautiful it hurts, like looking at the sun."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing, Izuku really felt that way about him.

It’s so odd how his words cut so deep, but he understood so intimately. It’s exactly what Katsuki had been going through for the last week. The enthralled, pleading look in his eye mixed with his words dance across the blonde's skin, leaving shivers in their wake,-

and turning him into a trembling mess.

Katsuki wasn't a virgin. He'd had sex before, but nothing had ever felt like this. His experiences never went past one night stands and lackluster relationships that barely lasted a few months.

No one had ever talked to him this way, sexualized him this way. And it's not like this was just some random extra. /Izuku/. It was him, it had to be, like he’d felt empty with any person that came before him.

"/Deku-ahn!/" Katsuki moaned back, painfully hard now, unable to form a coherent response. Like attached to a string, Katsuki arched into him as Izuku took his time thumbing his puffy, sensitive nipples to stiff peaks

Every touch was deliberate, confident. And he seemed to know exactly what to do to pull every moan and mewl from Katsuki, brimming with assurance that he’d be a mess afterward. "I hate that I could probably fuck you for hours and never get bored. I'd always want more."

The barely audible squeak was unintentional, just the image alone was enough to get that heat pooling at the base of his abdomen as Izuku set an agonizing pace. Slow and tender enough to keep him hard and begging, but nowhere near enough for his release.

Katsuki bucked his hips unconsciously, searching for more, needing more, begging for stimulation. Izuku gripped him tighter, no doubt leaving bruises. He left teasing bites on Katsuki's neck, and his fingers curl tighter in the blonde's ass cheeks,-

forcing their bodies together in a slow, rolling grind.

"You're the only what-if I've ever dwelled on," Izuku gritted against his mouth. "And it /pisses/ me off." Then captured Katsuki's lips again, and took that pouty bottom lip between his teeth like he'd been wanting to.

“I want my name to bounce around the inside of your skull the same way yours does in mine.”

Belly tightening, trembling, and burning from the inside out, he didn't even realize he's scorching the wood of Izuku's desk.

It was like every nerve ending was firing at once, and he became distinctly aware of the wet spot of precum in his underwear. Holy fuck … Izuku was seriously going to make him cum in his fucking shorts. Is this a dream? He hoped not.

The thought of walking out of the hospital in cum soaked shorts, knowing it was because of Izuku, only excited him more. Well shit … maybe he was fucked up in the head.

"I dreamt of you," Katsuki admitted, managing to barely breathe it out.

Izuku moved from Katsuki's mouth back to his neck, and he inclined his head to give him more access.

"What did you dream of, Kacchan?" He asked, teeth scraping Katsuki's skin.

"Of this-/ahh/ … your hands on me." That wasn't all, but Katsuki wasn't ready to admit how much of a pervert he was yet. How would Izuku react to knowing he came in his fucking pants untouched to the thought of him?

Izuku ran the flat of his tongue along the curve of Katsuki’s neck, then pressed a light peck to his pulse point. "How does this feel compared to your dreams?"

"/Fuck-nh ... Better/," Katsuki breathed.

“Some big shot hero you are,” Izuku chuckled, but this time with a devilish tone. The deep melody of it tentilized his senses. Taking hold of Katsuki’s throat, Izuku brought Katsuki’s lips to just hover right over his.

There was a dark, mischievous look in his eyes, giving Katsuki a light squeeze, feeling the way his pulse pounded like a drum. “You could probably have anyone you wanted, yet here you are, humping the leg of the quirkless loser you used to bully. How pathetic of you.”

Katsuki all but cried out. Izuku grinded /hard/ into him again, then his other hand teased the waistline of his shorts, inching closer and closer to the base of his cock.

"Is /that/ what you want from me, Kacchan? You want me to fuck you? Want me to show you what you’ve been missin’?" Izuku whispered against his mouth, taking his breath away, and making his head swim.

/Fuuuuuuu-/ Katsuki would shout it to high fucking heaven if he could. It was too much, like Izuku was trying a little bit of everything to see what would drive him crazy. Just the mere thought of it shot excitement and pleasure through him again, and at this point,-

he felt like he was on the brink of madness. Could he read his fucking mind? Katsuki's heart slammed against his ribcage, barely able to say a word.

His eyes fluttering closed again, he nodded mindlessly against Izuku’s lips.

Body in chaos, mind lost in pleasure, dying to know what's going to happen next. Izuku grinned against him, another sinister chuckle raked over him.

"Too bad," he said, and withdrew completely. Katsuki’s eyes snapped open, and the fire within him fizzled out to a bitter ache.

tbc ...

Sorry to leave this on a cliffhanger but ... 😏😈

What do you think is gonna happen next??