Thread by @queenswagzilla

#DekuDay2022 #bkdk
cw: fluff, romance, new relationship
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It's the first time they're celebrating Deku's birthday as a couple. Katsuki is, understandably, nervous as shit.

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As a general rule, Katsuki Bakugou was not afraid of failure.

Due to a well-documented exception to every personal rule, he was currently nervous as shit. Why? Deku. *Always Deku.* His palms were sweating so much that a spark from Kaminari would level Heights Alliance.

*Nervous.*

He had nutted up and asked Deku out two months ago after a year and a half of (honestly pathetic) pining, and it had been the best two months of his goddamn life. However, his current pit of anxiety had him wondering whether he should have waited until—

next month so that he wouldn't have this fucking pressure sitting right on top of his head.

Deku's birthday was in two weeks. The first birthday he'd have with Katsuki as his boyfriend. He was *determined* to make it the best fucking day the nerd had ever had, especially—

since he hadn't really gotten to celebrate the last two years. In first year, there was a fucking war going on, and in second, Deku ended up spending his birthday in the hospital which, surprisingly, was not his fault for once.

He had most of it figured out already.

In the afternoon, he'd share the nerd with their pack of losers—Uraraka had insisted on a surprise party and Mina had suggested a picnic at the park.

That had led to Eijirou recommending a water-balloon fight, since they'd be outside anyway. So that part was solved.

It would be fun, and Deku would get to spend some time in the sun with his idiots, and Katsuki would get him after.

That was the part that he was worried about. Having Deku to himself the whole evening and not fucking up what would presumably be a very good birthday.

It sat in the pit of his stomach like a fucking stone.

Which is why he was here, asking for help like a loser.

Yaomomo blinked at him, processing the tumble of word vomit that had just spilled out of his dumbass face.

"You...need help with Izuku's birthday plans? I thought that was already taken care of."

"Not the shitty picnic," he huffed. "The shit we're doing after. Together. *Alone."*

She still looked perplexed. "But why come to me?"

He grimaced.

"You're the only person that I can tolerate who would take me seriously *and* give good advice," he explained, scrubbing a hand over his face in frustration. "I'm not good at this romantic shit, I don't need Sparkplug and Pinky—

selling me shit ideas because *I don't know the difference."*

"Hm," she agreed without saying it out loud. She stepped aside to let him in her room. "Well you wanted to spend that time alone with him for a reason. I assume you had *something* in mind when you suggested it. Tea?"

He shook his head, so instead of bustling around an electric kettle, she perched on the edge of her bed while he took the cramped desk chair.

"I know he wants something low-key. I was thinking dinner and movies. I'd give him the gift I got him. But that—

feels so fucking...I don't know. Mundane or whatever."

She smiled at him, and he bit back the urge to bark at her for pitying him. "That doesn't sound mundane. It's sweet. Something for just you two. And even if the premise is normal, you can make the details special right?"

He squinted at her. "What are you talking about."

"Like...you could order dinner from his favorite restaurant. Or you could cook for him! He loves your cooking."

That was true, as evidenced by the waterfall of compliments every time he made so much as a fucking omelette.

"That's...not the worst idea."

"Thanks," she replied dryly. "I do my best to not have the worst ideas."

He scowled at her. He missed the days when she was prim and straight-laced sometimes—before she got comfortable she wasn't as sarcastic.

Sure, he liked that she wasn't constantly on guard around him, but he didn't need this shit. "Bite me."

"Not my job," she replied serenely. "Now for the movies—you know his favorites, right? Pick some of those. Offer to watch the ones that you—

usually don't want to watch. Romance isn't all about grand gestures, its about taking the extra steps to make your partner happy."

He wrinkled his nose. "Sounds sappy as shit."

She grinned then, bright and amused. "That is the general point, yes."

He slouched back into his chair, scowling. "I'm *bad* at sappy shit, Princess."

"In my opinion," she said, soothing and sweet. "As long as you're trying, you're doing great. He's lucky you care so much, you know. Give yourself more credit."

"Just—" he groaned,—

dropping his face into his hands. "What if he's expecting something big and dramatic like some shit in a rom-com? What if I let him down? That would fucking *suck—"*

"Katsuki," she interrupted. "If he wanted Ryan Gosling, he wouldn't be dating you. He wants you. Do it your way."

He forced himself to not be offended at the Ryan Gosling part, especially since the rest of it was actually okay-ish advice. He looked up at her. "You sure about this?"

She shrugged. "As sure as I can be."

*Fan-fucking-tastic.*

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Since he had apparently become the resident Deku expert, Floaty and Co. were constantly texting him at all hours of the day—harassing the shit out of him to make Deku's party perfect.

It was bad enough that he had to plan his own shit, but he was planning their shit, too.

If it had been for anyone *but* Deku, he would have left them on read indefinitely.

He nearly lost his temper when IcyHot asked if a thousand balloons was too many. He did lose his temper when Denki lied to him and told him that it was way too few.

"Hey," Izuku slid up to him, nearly silent, and Katsuki dropped his phone in surprise. "Sorry," he laughed. "Didn't mean to startle you."

"Wear a fucking bell," Katsuki grumbled, accepting the shy kiss that the nerd pressed to his cheek. It was still so *new.*

It still made his stomach erupt with mutant bats, face burning.

"Well, I'm late so I figured you'd be expecting me," he said, sitting down next to him. "I'll make more noise next time though. What do you think, should I stomp or should I yell like a police siren—"

"You are the most intolerable little shit I've ever fucking met," Katsuki barked, failing to keep himself from smiling as Deku grinned. "Do your fucking homework so we can make out, already."

Izuku blushed beet-red, hiding his face in his hands. "Kacchaaaaan," he whined.

"What? I wanna make out with you," he replied, almost malicious. "Until your lips fall off your dumbass face."

"You're embarrassing," he muttered, refusing to move his hands. "I'm not—you're can't just—"

Katsuki leaned over and bit his shoulder, grinning at the—

squeak that left his flustered *boyfriend's* mouth. "I do whatever I want," he teased. He took Deku's wrist, trying to tug his hand away from his face. "C'mon nerd, stop hiding."

"No."

He pulled a little harder, successfully revealing his freckled face inch by blushing inch.

Not to be dramatic, but Katsuki wanted to kiss him until he asphyxiated and died.

When his face was finally in full view, the nerd was scowling at him—bottom lip stuck out in an adorable pout. "Cute," he teased. Deku whined and leaned away from him. "Why can't I call you cute,—

you little shit? Get back here."

"I thought you wanted to study!"

"After you kiss me."

Izuku blushed harder, but dropped a swift peck on Katsuki's lips. "There."

"Seriously? Get a room."

They both startled, eyes swinging across the table.

Katsuki had completely forgotten that Hanta and Denki were there.

"Yeah, I'm happy for you but y'all are gross," Denki commented.

"Feel free to get Calc tutoring from someone else if you don't like it, dickheads."

Hanta looked a little green at their PDA, but raised his hands in surrender. "Point taken."

Satisfied, he turned back to his priority. "If you look at my English shit while I help these idiots, I can help you with Chem after."

Even though his face was still burning,—

Izuku smiled at him—looking so soft and happy that Katsuki kinda felt like he'd been drugged. "Sounds good to me," he agreed softly.

His phone vibrated, so he picked it up off his lap. Uraraka *again.*

*From: Flotation Device*
do u know dekus fave cake flavor?

He rolled his eyes.

*To: Flotation Device*
something sweet.

*From: Flotation Device*
>:(
not helpful

Grumbling, he tapped out his actual reply—not noticing Deku's curious stare on the side of his face. They couldn't even figure out a fuckin' cake on their own?

*To: Flotation Device*
vanilla cake, something with strawberries.
bonus points for all might theme
negative points for jam layers

*From: Flotation Device*
thx for finally being helpful

*To: Flotation Device*
🖕 I hope a bird shits on you

Deku nudged his shoulder.

Katsuki glanced over and wondered if his heart would ever react normally to that stupid little smile.

"You okay?" he asked softly.

"Yeah," he replied. "Hag's being annoying." A safe lie, because it was always true.

That smile grew a little wider—fond and amused.

His heart squeezed when Deku leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

This is why he was nervous. Deku was literally too good to be true. There had to be a catch. What if the catch was shitty birthday plans being a dealbreaker?

He knew it was dumb, especially when Deku—still getting used to their new proximity—hesitantly leaned his head on Katsuki's shoulder.

He stayed there as they studied—quietly reading through Katsuki's essay as Katsuki barked at Hanta and Denki.

He was constantly touching Katsuki in some way—levels of contact ebbing and flowing.

Holding his hand. Playing with his fingers. Kissing his shoulder.

It was so simple, but so much. Like now that he was allowed to touch him, he wanted to take and take. It was never overstated.

Just...tiny touches meant just for them. Little moments that you had to look for to notice.

Floaty texted him again, probably just to annoy him.

*From: Flotation Device*
smth like this?
[pic: cake shaped like all might's face]

But that's not what caught his eye.

Behind the All Might cake, there was a blurry image of another cake. It was a roll cake with some sort of yellow fulling, and seeing it was *illuminating.*

When they were kids, they spent shit tons of time together. On their way back from school, there was a little bakery that—

they'd go to. They'd spend their pocket change on sweets.

Deku always got the same thing. The baker called it a Magic Roll. Deku was obsessed. Sometimes he'd even try to forgo the comic shop to get a Magic Roll. Katsuki would never let him—the dominant personality between them.

Besides, too many sweets were *bad* for you. He'd been looking out for Deku's health—not just looking out for his own interests.

That wasn't the point, though. He suddenly knew how he was gonna make Deku's birthday special. He was so relieved that he actually felt younger.

Sure, Deku still might not like it, but at least now he had an actual plan instead of some blurry outline that was shaky and ambiguous.

"I think I'm done," Deku told him, jolting him from his thoughts. "There were a couple spelling errors, but not many. I highlighted them."

"Thanks, nerd," Katsuki said, taking the papers. He kissed Deku's temple as he did, grinning when the nerd spluttered and went red again.

"Y-you're welcome," he uttered. He slapped Katsuki's shoulder when he snickered. "You're the worst."

"You're dating me, what does that make you?"

"A masochist, probably," he grumbled, hiding his face in Katsuki's shoulder.

"Please explore your masochism in a private setting," Hanta requested, not taking his eyes off his notes.

"Preferably after you've saved our asses from certain failure," Denki added.

Katsuki flipped them both off. Neither of them saw, both too fixated on the study guides that they didn't understand.

"Be nice, Kacchan," Izuku said without lifting his head. Katsuki scoffed.