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#bkdk #hogwartsau #fluff #swagmas
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First spinoff: Katsuki doesn’t want Izuku to be alone during the full moon.

Commissioned by @celloph4ne_ 💕

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@celloph4ne_ Katsuki *loved* full moons.

Okay, that sounded bad. It's not like he wanted Deku to suffer or anything fucked up like that. In fact, he pretty much wanted the exact opposite, and Deku hated full moons.

Technically, he loved the two days *before* the full moon.

Like right now, for example. He was in the back of the library with a lap-full of nerd. Said nerd was aggressively devouring him, and Katsuki was having the time of his fucking life.

The growling was kinda hot, too. They were only small growls, but Katsuki was *here for it.*

"Can you two stop sucking face for like thirty minutes?" Kyoka asked tiredly.

It felt like Izuku was going to ignore her in favor of continuing his possessive tongue-sucking, but they *really* had to study. They'd been dating for four months and end-of-year exams were—

just around the corner. On top of that, Izuku would be out of commission for about three days—one for the full moon and two for any recovery he needed—so he needed to get as much studying in as possible

Sometimes it made Katsuki *furious* that the world had dealt—

such a shitty hand to such good person.

He just *barely* pulled away. "Come on, Deku," he murmured against pouting lips. "We gotta study. You can jump me later."

"Fine," Izuku huffed. He was crankier around the full moon, too. Katsuki didn't blame him.

Kyoka frowned, glancing at Denki. "You okay Mido?" Denki asked for her.

She was a Slytherin. Slytherins weren't great with emotions. Hufflepuffs were, though!

"I'm fine," he snapped.

"Deku," he sighed. Deku took a deep breath and cast an apologetic glance in their direction.

Katsuki didn't give a flying fuck if Izuku offended them. He just knew Izuku would be upset once the wolfy personality died down.

"Sorry," he muttered. "Full moon is almost here. I'm on edge," he explained.

Denki frowned. "Already?" he whined. "That's so soon!"

"Comes once a month, dipshit, don't know what you expected," Katsuki replied, rolling his eyes. "We can head out early, if you want," he offered, eyeing Izuku.

He shook his head. "It's okay. I'll be fine."

Katsuki wasn't sure he believed him, but let it go. He could pull—

the plug on their study session if he needed to.

"Okay," he replied, leaning over to kiss the side of his head. Izuku blushed, still unaccustomed to casual affection. Katsuki wasn't used to it either, but he really couldn't help himself.

"Are Mei and Momo coming?" Kyoka—

asked. "I kinda need one of them to look over my Potions essay."

"The fuck? I can read your shitty essay—"

"You *burned* my essay the last time I let you review it," she disagreed, holding said essay to her chest like it was precious.

Izuku gave him a scandalized look.

"What?" he barked.

"You burned her essay?"

"It was garbage," he huffed. "I didn't want to contribute to pollution by throwing it out the fucking window. One of your precious grindylow might have choked on it."

Izuku's scandalized face softened slightly.

"Are you kidding, Mido? That's the worst excuse ever!" Kyoka insisted.

"It was rude," he agreed. "Can you agree not to burn her essay this time?" he asked, batting ridiculous doe-lashes up at him. Katsuki sighed, powerless.

"Fine. But if it sucks, you'll hear about it."

Denki eyed him warily, looking like he wanted to say something.

"Spit it out, moron," Katsuki snapped. Izuku wound his fingers through Katsuki's, and he felt his anger subside.

"Well...if we're gonna hear about it—you're kinda loud, dude. Maybe we shouldn't be in the library."

"Fuck you!" he yelled, even as Izuku started laughing.

Kyoka raised an eyebrow, still clutching her essay like she was holding a child.

"Way to prove his point."

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The days leading up the the full moon were always a flurry of slightly manic studying and aggressive makeout sessions behind every statue and inside every broom closet they could find.

But on the evening of the full moon when Professor Aizawa came to collect Izuku,—

he felt fucking miserable.

Izuku wasn't relegated to the Shrieking Shack. Because if Mei's hard work, he was allowed to roam the forest fairly freely.

But he was required to be out of the castle well before moonrise so that the teachers could enact the newly placed—

boundary stone, which ran a perimeter from the edge of the lake to the edge of the forest. It kept Izuku away from the castle grounds.

And then he would be out there, alone and in pain. Frolicking with fucking acromantula and giant squid like the giant stupid puppy he was.

He walked with them to the boundary stone, solemn. When they reached it, Aizawa stepped aside to let them have a moment. He eyed the horizon warily, though, so Katsuki knew he didn't have much time.

"I'll be at the Hospital Wing first thing in the morning, nerd."

"You don't have to do that, Kacchan," Izuku insisted for the sixth time in as many months.

"I want to," he replied, embarrassed and blushing but sure. "Gotta make sure you're okay," he explained.

Izuku's eyes got watery. "Okay," he said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "See you—

in the morning, then."

"As much as your wolfy brain can, please remember to stay safe and don't do dumb shit."

Izuku rolled his eyes. "Yes, mom."

"If your mom knew you swam with a giant squid, she'd lock you in a fuckin' box, Deku."

"He's harmless!"

"Giant. Squid."

"You like him too," he huffed. "At least with him I have company!"

Katsuki winced. If he could be there, he would be. "I know. I *know.* But be careful, alright? I still don't like the acromantula thing—"

This time, Izuku pecked him on the mouth. "I'll be careful," he promised.

"Alright boys," Aizawa sighed. "Time to say goodnight. You'll see each other in like twelve hours, like always."

Izuku kissed him one last time, long and slow. "See you in the morning!" he smiled before taking a long step back over the boundary stone.

Aizawa started mumbling—

and Katsuki watched as the translucent yellow barrier swelled upward toward the sky.

He hated having Izuku out of touch range.

He *hated* that Izuku had to do this on his own.

He hated that Izuku wouldn't let him stay for the transformation, too. It made sense though. If—

Izuku saw him after the shift, he'd throw himself at the barrier to try to get to him. He'd just injure himself.

That didn't mean that Katsuki had to like it. He physically *couldn't* like it. Especially not when Izuku turned around and his shoulder fell while he trudged toward—

the forest.

As though Katsuki couldn't tell how he was feeling just because he couldn't see his face.

Just because Izuku was used to being lonely, didn't mean he liked being alone.

"Come on, problem child," Aizawa said, taking him by the shoulder. "He'll be back tomorrow."

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Katsuki climbed the stairs to the divination tower quickly. If he made it before moonrise, he'd be able to watch out for Izuku from one of the North facing windows.

He'd be small and distant, but Katsuki would be able to see which direction he'd went in.

So that if he got hurt, Katsuki would know which way he'd gone.

Fuck, he hated this.

"Fucking useless," he hissed, kicking a statue as he passed it. He was useless on full moons. He wished he could *to something*—

"I wouldn't say that," a warm voice interrupted.

Katsuki whipped around, wand held aloft threateningly. But there was no one there. "Who's there?" he demanded.

One of the Hogwarts ghosts stepped out of the wall. "Sorry," he chuckled. "Didn't mean to startle you."

"You didn't startle *shit,* asshole," Katsuki snapped. "Now—

if you don't fuckin' mind, I've got shit to do," he said, turning back around to continue his trek.

"He probably wouldn't be thrilled to know that you watch his transformation through a window," the ghost called. Katsuki stopped in his tracks.

"The fuck did you just say?"

"Midoriya. That's his name, isn't it?" he asked calmly, floating over. "Transformations are ugly and vulnerable. He'd hate to know you were watching it," he repeated.

"How the fuck would you know?" Katsuki snapped.

The ghost smiled sadly. "I was a werewolf, too. When I was—

alive, there was a lot more stigma and restriction. But the progress doesn't make this part any less vulnerable."

"The fuck are you talking about? People are still shit to werewolves," Katsuki huffed, glancing out the window. The moon hadn't risen yet, and he could just—

*barely* see Izuku sitting on the lake shore.

"True," he agreed. "But nobody knew I was a werewolf until my thirties," he chuckled. "Except my friends, I mean. But they took their sweet time figuring it out."

"Your friends sound dumb as shit," Katsuki barked.

"The dumbest smart people I knew," he agreed sadly. "I was so afraid they'd leave me when they knew."

"They'd be shit friends if they left you because someone *else* fucked you over," he bit out. This guy looked familiar, but Katsuki couldn't place him.

"It was a different world. It was almost impossible for werewolves to get employed. The Board of Governors didn't want a werewolf near their children. Dark Arts classes taught that we were monsters with or without a full moon."

"That's a load of crap, Deku's a fucking—

*pygmy puff* outside of the full moon."

The ghost laughed, bright and delighted. It didn't match the frown lines on his forehead, but it did match the smaller smile lines around his mouth.

He'd spent more time sad and worried than happy when he was alive.

But when he'd smiled, he'd smiled hard.

"Midoriya's a good kid," he agreed. "And he's got the added benefit of having you in his corner from the beginning."

"Shows how much you know, fucker," Katsuki scoffed. "I was shit to him too."

"But not about this," the ghost argued. "Never for this. You even visited him in the hospital."

Katsuki eyed him. "Have you been watching me, you creepy fuck?"

The ghost chortled. "You've got a mouth on you, kid. But yeah, I guess I have. I couldn't help it, really." His—

smile grew sad, and Katsuki shifted under his gaze. "You remind me of them."

Katsuki frowned. "Your idiot friends? How?" he demanded.

"You're constantly looking for a way to make it better for him," he explained wistfully, looking toward the window. The moon was out now. "You—

know how it affects him and you want to be there for him. They did too."

Katsuki swallowed. Who knew how long this weirdo had been dead? Maybe he was sad because he'd accidentally killed them.

On the other hand..."Did they ever find a way?" he asked quietly.

The ghost snorted, looking fond, amused and exasperated at the same time. "They sure did. Idiots. Could have gotten themselves killed."

"But it worked?" Katsuki demanded, hopeful for the first time in six moons. The ghost seemed wary now, but nodded slowly. "What did they do?"

The ghost cracked another smile. "Exactly like them. I'm not sure I should tell you," he replied, amused.

"I need—" he grit his teeth. "I don't want him to be alone."

"He isn't. Not really."

A howl rang out—barely audible through the open window—calling for something. Someone.

"He has the squid and the fucking spiders. But if that were enough, he wouldn't look so *sad* when he leaves," Katsuki argued. "He wouldn't sound like *that.*"

"Imagine how he would sound if you died," the ghost answered seriously. Katsuki winced.

"That's not going to happen."

Another wry smile. "Little snake with the heart of a lion," he said, slow and thoughtful. But he finally came to a decision. "If I tell you, you have to let me help. If you don't I'll tell the faculty."

Katsuki scowled. He *hated* being monitored.

Hell, he hated anything that suggested he wasn't capable enough on his own.

But he could swallow his pride for Izuku. It would be the easiest sacrifice he'd ever made.

"Just tell me what to do," he agreed.

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Katsuki wasn't sure what he expected, but he didn't think that getting to help Izuku would be so *cool.*

He was gonna be a fucking *animagus.* As long as he didn't end up as like...a fucking kitten or something, it was gonna be awesome.

But becoming an animagus was—

fucking *hard,* and the nag-ass ghost who was helping him was annoying as fuck.

The most problematic part was that he would have to keep a mandrake leaf in his mouth for a whole fucking month.

Which meant he had to cut down on his makeout time with Izuku *drastically.*

"You should start the process before your Christmas hols," the ghost—Remy or something—suggested. "There's a full moon three days before you leave, and you're doing an independent study in Egypt right after, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Katsuki grumbled, pouting. He wasn't gonna—

see Izuku for a month and he wouldn't be able to kiss him beforehand? That was some bullshit.

"So, tell him you're not feeling well," Remy shrugged. "That you think you're contagious and don't want him to catch what you have."

"He'll pout," Katsuki muttered mulishly.

"Don't tell me you can't resist a pout," Remy scoffed.

"Shut the fuck up, ghost wolf," Katsuki snapped. "I just don't like seeing him all sad and shit."

That earned him a fond smile that made him *wish* that he could hit ghosts. "He'll feel even better if you succeed."

"When," Katsuki replied, utterly sure. "If I'm doing this shit, there's no fuckin' way I'm not gonna kick ass."

Remy chuckled. "Of course," he agreed easily. Katsuki was pleased to note that there was no condescension in his tone. "The other ingredients are trickier."

Katsuki flushed. "Going home this weekend to ask my Ma for help," he admitted. "If it's for Deku she'll do whatever."

"Your families are close?" Remy asked interestedly, leaning in.

Katsuki nodded, still scribbling out notes. "We grew up together. His mom—

is a muggle landscaper. All of the herbologists we tried sucked ass, so Ma went looking for a muggle landscaper and fuckin' loved Auntie Inko's shit. While she worked, Deku and I got to know each other. They only lived like two streets away, so we just...played together."

"Surprising, considering the fights you two used to get into," he commented idly.

Katsuki grimaced. "When he showed up on the train, I thought he'd lied when he said he thought that magic wasn't real. That he'd been making a fool of me when I tried to explain things to him."

"And when you found out he wasn't lying?"

Katsuki was quiet for a moment. He was *ashamed* of how he'd treated Izuku. It was hard to talk about.

But this guy was helping him be there for Izuku. He was so fucking supportive and easy to talk to. It was fucking nuts.

"By then, he wasn't talking to me. Or anyone, really. And he was so fucking good at magic, I thought that he thought he was better than me. I didn't realize how much shit he got in that first semester for being a werewolf. I didn't see it."

And when he'd found out, he'd blasted—

the people who were being assholes about the werewolf thing, but kept being a complete tool.

"You were there when it counted, kid," Remy assured him. "And you figured it out eventually. That's what matters, I promise."

Katsuki gave a jerky nod and turned back to the gigantic—

dusty book in front of him.

He was worried about some of these ingredients. He wasn't worried about the dew that wasn't touched by sunlight or human feet. He was pretty sure his parents would let him rope off a section of the gardens so that he could collect that. Simple enough.

And he could nick a mandrake leaf from the greenhouses. Nobody would notice one missing leaf.

The other primary ingredients and tools were a problem. His parents were *loaded,* but even they'd have trouble procuring a Death's-Head Hawk Moth chrysalis by the following full moon.

The crystal phial and silver spoon were expensive, too, but at least they'd be easier to find.

"It's nice that you two have such a supportive family," Remy murmured wistfully as he glanced over the list. Katsuki glanced up at him, eyebrow raised.

"Yours weren't?" Katsuki asked reluctantly when the ghost didn't elaborate.

He smiled. "They were as supportive as they could be. But I became a werewolf because my father offended Fenrir Greyback." Katsuki blanched. It had been almost 80 years and that name still made stomachs—

turn in fear and disgust. "Then they kept me hidden as much as possible. If my friends had told them that they were planning to frolic with me on the full moon, they would have pulled me out of school and locked me away again."

Katsuki scowled. "That's shitty."

Remy snorted. "Life is shitty. It's just a matter of finding the right people."

And wasn't that the fucking truth.

Luckily, his parents were fuckin' nuts and would probably think this shit was adorable. He was so fucking lucky that he hadn't been born into one of the—

pureblood family of fuckfaces. His parents were progressive and *good*, and their only sin was failing to check his pride as he grew up.

Remy left him at some point—leaving him to research ways to detect electrical storms and figure out how to keep the fucking mandrake leaf in—

his mouth without swallowing it in his sleep.

He was knee deep in meteorology texts when Izuku snuck up on him.

"Kacchan?" he asked quietly, wrapping his arms around Katsuki's shoulders. "You're late for dinner."

"Shit, sorry," Katsuki muttered,—

snapping his book shut. "Let me put these away and we can go down," he offered, leaning back into Izuku's hold.

"Meteorology?" Izuku asked, glancing at the covers in front of them.

"Researching a curse that's weather dependent," Katsuki grumbled, relaxing fractionally when—

Izuku kissed the top of his head. "Stupid shitty curse that's fuckin' impossible to break unless you're in the right moon phase and weather."

Izuku chuckled, and it rumbled across Katsuki's back. "Better you than me. Must be bothering you if you ignored your—

freaky internal clock when dinner was served."

Thankfully, Katsuki was a master of thinking on his feet, and that (for better or worse) included lying to his adorable lycan boyfriend.

"First of all, at least I remember to go to meals on my own, brat. Your internal clock needs—

tuning," he huffed, relishing Izuku's quiet laugh. "And it's a prelim test," he explained, waving his book around. "Internship'll decide what project to put me on based on how I handle this shit."

"Oh, that sounds cool! I'm sure you'll kick ass and get the most badass project,"—

Izuku assured him, still nuzzling his hair.

Katsuki was *very fucking aware* that Izuku was pandering to him, but he couldn't help but preen under the praise. "Thanks, nerd."

"But you gotta eat and so do I, so let's gooooo," he whined.

"Alright, alright," Katsuki chuckled, stuffing his research into his bag before rapping his wand on the table so the books would return themselves.

When he actually turned around to look at Izuku, he found his cheeks flushed and his hair wet. He looked *good.*

"Kacchan?" Izuku asked, poking him when he just stood there staring.

"I forgot you had practice," Katsuki said, bringing a hand up to run through Izuku's damp curls. "You could have eaten without me, you know."

"Not as fun if you're not there," Izuku replied, smiling up at him.

God, Katsuki wanted to keep him smiling. Forever, if possible.

If that wasn't a worthwhile calling, what was?

Katsuki leaned down and kissed him softly, still in awe of the way that Izuku would melt into him. "Sappy dork," he murmured against his lips.

"You're the one who likes wearing Slytherin colors out of school because it matches my eyes," Izuku teased. "Who's really the sap, here?"

"Still you," Katsuki assured him, biting the tip of his nose. "Now lets feed you before you try to eat another book—"

"I didn't try to *eat it,* you shoved it in my face!" Izuku protested, allowing Katsuki to drape an arm around his shoulder to steer him out of the library.

"Excuses," Katsuki teased, not even flinching when Izuku elbowed him in the side.

He could tell Izuku was still feeling the effects of his last full moon. He was still favoring his left arm despite being right handed—he'd scratched himself up pretty badly this time.

His gait was stiff—he'd gotten into a scuffle with a wandering centaur.

With each step they took toward the Great Hall, Katsuki's resolve hardened. He had twenty days until the next moon, and if he played his cards right, he'd be an animagus by the moon that followed.

As long as he was lucky enough for lightning to strike.

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His mother (after a full day of teasing him) had agreed to help him with gathering the ingredients.

She'd also agreed that he should hold off on registering with the ministry until they graduated. If he told anyone, they'd probably stop him from joining Izuku during—

the full moon, and that would defeat the purpose of this whole shitshow.

"This is really sweet of you," she'd cooed, hugging him tight even as he fought valiantly to escape. "You loooooove him—"

"Get the *fuck off me!*" he'd snarled.

That had been the general vibe of—

the entire weekend. His mother oscillating between praising him and making fun of him while his father watched them amusedly.

It had been productive, though. His father just *happened* to have a silver spoon lying around, and his mother knew a shady potions ingredient purveyor—

who might have a lead on a death's head hawkmoth chrysalis. No matter how much he wanted to hex his mother, he was *grateful* for her help.

While his parents scoped out his tools and ingredients, Katsuki got to work on his deceptive masterpiece.

Well, Remy the ghost's deceptive masterpiece.

He'd found himself in Diagon Alley on Sunday morning—standing in front of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. The old man at the counter raised an eyebrow when he entered.

"Uh...Mr. Moony sent me?" Katsuki uttered, shifting under the—

old man's stare. Like magic, the wrinkled face had brightened and he looked decades younger.

In fact, with the smile, Katsuki recognized George Weasley immediately and tried *very hard* not to show how intimidated he was.

"Oh? Finally got Remus to approve of some hooliganry?"—

he chortled.

Shit, his name was Remus? Thank god the ghost never seemed to get offended.

"Er...kinda," Katsuki allowed. "He told me to ask you for two weeks worth of fever fudge?"

*George fucking Weasley* brightened even more, looking positively intrigued. "What are you—

and that old spectre getting up to?"

Katsuki squinted at him. Remus clearly trusted him, and he owned a *joke shop,* so he probably wasn't a snitch, right?

"I need to prevent my boyfriend from kissing me for two weeks without him getting upset about it," he explained evasively.

That didn't work. The old coot was clearly sharper than Katsuki gave him credit for. "Becauuuuuse?" he asked with an impish grin.

"Because I need to keep a mandrake leaf in my mouth for a month and I don't want him to know about it," he replied stoutly. Not many people knew—

the process behind becoming an animagus, so he figured he'd be in the clear.

Nope.

George's eyes widened. "Ah," he uttered. "And Moony's helping you?" he asked thoughtfully. "Your boyfriend happen to be a werewolf?"

Katsuki bristled. "Yeah, what the fuck about it?" he snapped.

"Relax, whippersnapper," he teased. "I'm friends with Remus, you think that'd be true if I had something against werewolves? It's cute that you're protective of your ickle boyfwend, though" he cooed teasingly, ruffling Katsuki's feathers even further.

"Fuck you, old man,"—

Katsuki snarled, losing his temper.

"Cranky one, aren't you?" George snickered, his well-trimmed, silvery beard trembling as he laughed. "And a Slytherin, too. We'd have taken the mickey out of you if we'd been in school together."

Katsuki scowled.

"Can I have the fucking fudge or not?" he barked, seething when George seemed to grow more amused at his irritation.

By the time Katsuki left, he had three boxes of fever fudge and a splitting headache. War hero or not, George Weasley was a massive pain in the ass.

His mother hadn't found a chrysalis by the time the weekend ended, but he had faith in her ability to get what she wanted.

After all, it was a trait he'd inherited.

Before he'd gone back to school, she'd pulled him aside. He felt his hackles raise, mostly because his mother's—

verbal filter was a wild roulette wheel, and he had no idea what she would say.

"I'm proud of you for doing this," she finally said after staring at him for a long time. "But I need you to promise me you'll be careful."

"Obviously," he scoffed.

"No, listen to me," she insisted, taking him by the shoulders. "You two are both important to me, and I'm glad you're important to each other. But you lose your sense around each other. If you're going to gallivant with a werewolf on the full moon,—

I need you to be careful. Have multiple backup plans. No matter what."

There was something in her tone of voice that made him pause. Neither of them were very sentimental and neither of them ever showed fear.

Not unless someone important to them was in danger.

And right now, his mother's voice was wavering—only slightly but enough for him to know that despite her support, she was terrified.

"I'll be careful," he promised, more serious this time.

Stepping further out of character, Mitsuki pulled him close and pressed—

a kiss to his forehead. "Thank you, honey."

He didn't bother telling her that he would have been careful regardless, since *one* of them needed to be responsible and safe in their relationship.

Instead, he focused on what he deemed to be a *real* problem,—

his attention completely consumed by his animagus-related problems.

Last night he'd unsuccessfully tried to keep a Thousand-Hour Miracle Mint in his mouth while he slept. How the *fuck* was he gonna keep a mandrake leaf in his mouth for a whole fucking month?

"Kacchan?" Izuku asked, prodding his cheek. "Are you okay?"

"M'fine," he replied, pulling his nerd a little closer. They'd transfigured a few chairs in the library into a small, poofy sofa and Izuku was trying to explain his latest creature research project—

(something about the mating habits of bowtruckles), but Katsuki was too goddamn distracted to pay attention. "Sorry, I'm kinda distracted."

"It's okay," Izuku replied, leaning into his hold. "You wanna talk about it?"

He shook his head. "Just thinking about the internship."

Izuku frowned, picking up one of Katsuki's hands so he could play with his fingers. "Are you worried about it?"

"Not really," he admitted. "Just...I'll miss you or whatever," he mumbled, ducking to hide his face in Izuku's fluffy green hair. Izuku's grip tightened in his hand.

"I'll miss you too," he replied quietly, shifting around so that he could kiss Katsuki's cheek. "It's only a month, though."

"Longest we've been apart since starting Hogwarts," Katsuki grumbled, brushing his lips across Izuku's forehead and—

down the bridge of his nose. "Even when we weren't talking. Fuckin' sucks."

And on top of that, he wouldn't be able to *kiss his nerd* for the whole week before vacation started, and he was starting to feel the time crunch.

Especially since it was so goddamn hard to find private places to make out.

It made him wish they were in the same house. If they were, they wouldn't have to waste time finding empty broom closets or transfiguring public furniture.

But they *were* in different houses and—

he had about a week and a half until he'd have to suffer without Deku kisses, so he was gonna fuckin' collect while he still could.

He tugged on their clasped hands and smiled as Izuku leaned up to nip at his lips in the quiet of the library, Katsuki let himself get lost in him.

He felt a sort of awe when Izuku melted into him—somehow, despite the animosity and vitriol that they'd fought through, he had managed to end up here.

In *love* with objectively the best person at the school. And that person—his precious, accident prone dork loved him back.

He could bitch about the month they'd spend apart. He could grump about their lack of privacy.

Or, he could use every spare minute he had showing Izuku how much he was worth. *Showing* Izuku how much he wanted him. How magical he made the small moments feel.

And if he had to go without Izuku for a whole fucking month, he wanted to drink as much affection down as his GryffinDork would give him. Call him needy, but he knew what he wanted.

All in all, complaining was a waste of time.

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