Thread by @shalia_earante

#BKDK, "Ab Worthy"
Humor/Fluff/Misunderstandings/Slight Angst
#iidachako, #InaTodo, #ShinKami
(There will be a NSFW excerpt later in the story that will be found on my NSFW acct: @shaliaNSFW - Spot will be marked with 🌶️)
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Summary: Mitsuki bribes Izuku with rare All Might merch-

-to model for her new fashion line, wisely omitting that it was a crop top line.

Katsuki starts avoiding Izuku after seeing the photo proofs. But someone pays Izuku a little too much attention, causing Katsuki to explode with jealousy.
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When Auntie Mitsuki had asked Izuku to come visit her at the Bakugou fashion studio to discuss something with him, this was not what he was expecting.

“Y-you want me to 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?” Izuku rubbed at his ear, as if to clean it out. Surely he can’t have heard her correctly.

Bakugou Mitsuki grinned at the flustered young man across her cup of tea. “It’s simple Izukkun. Our new male fashion line is coming out, and we need a model. My brat son won’t do it. And sure, I could hire someone, but who better than the Number 7 Pro Hero Deku?”

“But Auntie, I’m no model!” Izuku gestured to himself as if to prove a point.

Mitsuki took in Izuku’s outfit of capri shorts and t-shirt that said ‘Day Off Shirt’ and smiled fondly.

“I know dear, but I think this would be good for both of us. We’ll get some great press with you modeling our new line, and you’ll get the chance to show the world that you can clean up nice.”

“Still, Auntie… I don’t think I’m right for this.”

Mitsuki took a sip of her tea. “You’ll get to keep the outfits you model for the shoot. And I’ll throw in a few more as well. Some will be more your style and I think you’ll like them when you get used to them.”

Watching the green-haired main mumble to himself from the other side of her desk, Mitsuki dropped her ace in the hole. “Oh, and I heard there’s a new All Might limited edition bomber jacket coming out soon. It hasn’t even been announced yet.”

She watched Izuku perk up, all attention on her now. “There’s only going to be a hundred of those made. But luckily, I know the designer. He owes me a favor, so I can get one for you.”

Izuku sat straight up, a fire burning in his eyes. “I-I’ll do it!”

Mitsuki cackled inwardly while her face showed nothing. 𝘈𝘩𝘩𝘩, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘐𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘬𝘶𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦.
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Three weeks later, Izuku was regretting ever saying yes to the Bakugou matriarch. Damn his All Might merch addiction!

“Oh come now Izukkun, it’s not that bad. You look great!”

Izuku was flushed red from top to bottom in embarrassment. There was no way he could do this!

“A-Auntie, this is- it’s too much! I c-can’t do this!”

He wrapped his arms around his exposed waist. “You didn’t say the theme was 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴!” Izuku wailed quietly, trying to not draw attention to himself.

With a scoff, Mitsuki pulled his arms away from his waist.

“You didn’t ask kiddo. And you promised already. I would hate to have to go crying to my dear best friend Inko about how her precious son made me a promise and then broke it.” She raised an eyebrow at him challengingly.

Izuku shuddered in fear. “That’s a cruel low blow Auntie.”

Sensing weakness, she merely shrugged. “Do this shoot for me, and wear some of the outfits around town for the next few weeks, and I’ll be sure to tell her all about how her wonderful son dropped everything to come to my rescue in my time of need.”

She could hear Izuku grumbling to himself, catching bits about 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭 and 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯. With a cackle, she slapped him on the back. “It’s not so bad Izukkun! If it helps, you look fucking amazing in this.”

“You’ve got fantastic abs, and you need to show them off more!” She waggled an eyebrow at him. “It’s a damn shame to hide those behind all the baggy shirts you wear.”

Izuku flushed an even deeper red. “C-can we just get this over with, please Auntie?”

She snickered but nodded.

“Yeah, let’s go kiddo. The sooner we get this finished, the sooner you can get back to your formless fashion disasters.”

Izuku sputtered in indignation as she ushered him into the studio, laughing all the way.
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Despite Izuku’s hesitation, the shoot was a resounding success.

Every time he seemed nervous or self-conscious, she reminded him of the bomber jacket. Then that fiery determination that he was known for came out and led to an amazing photo.

At the end of the shoot, she reviewed the photos with him.

She pointed out things she liked about each photo, from the pose to the way a certain outfit was framed around him.

Izuku shyly asked her if she really thought the photos looked good, even with his scars.

Gently, she patted him on the cheek.

“Oh sweetie, you look amazing in these. And those scars of yours just add to the allure. Honestly kiddo, you really knocked it outta the park today. You should be proud.”

Izuku looked unsure but nodded imperceptibly. “O-okay. Thanks, Auntie. Umm, this was actually pretty fun.”

“I don’t know why Kacchan complains about it so much.”

She rolled her eyes. “Cause he’s a fucking brat, that’s why.” Grinning, she pinched his cheeks. “Speaking of my brat, he’s ignoring my calls again.”

“Tell him he better be at dinner this weekend, or I’ll come hunt him down at his agency, will ya?”

“Y-yes Auntie!”

“Thank you dear.” With that, she wrapped up the shoot in the studio. As Izuku went to leave,she sent him home with all the outfits he modeled in a box as promised.

As she waved goodbye to her son’s not-so-secret crush, she grinned at the thought of showing Katsuki the prints at dinner that coming weekend. Maybe this would be the push her bratty son needed to finally put the moves on sweet Izuku.
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Like she expected, the threat of visiting him at his agency had Katsuki reluctantly showing up to dinner that weekend. Katsuki, Izuku, and their fellow classmates from UA were only 2 years post-graduation, and extremely busy as rookie heroes.

She hadn’t seen him in person in months, and she knew a little blackmail would be necessary to get him to visit home.

She was just finishing setting up the table when she heard Katsuki yelling that he was home from the entryway. Grumbling, he made his way into the dining room.

“Old Hag, Old Man, I’m here!”

She crossed her arms and half-heartedly glared at her carbon copy son. “About damn time you come visit your poor old Ma, you damn brat.”

Katsuki scoffed. “Ain’t nothing poor or old about you, Hag.”

“You and I both know you’re gonna be running circles around all of us for decades to come.” Despite his crass attitude, he walked over and laid a kiss on her cheek.

Mitsuki grinned at her son happily.

Ever since Katsuki had finally started therapy in high school, he had slowly opened up to her and Masaru, becoming more affectionate on occasion.

“Go check on your dad brat. He should be just about done in the kitchen.”

She watched him walk away, a small, fond smile brushing across her face.
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Dinner was filled with conversation about Katsuki’s job, how well he’s getting on at his agency, how the Bakugou fashion business is going, and various other topics.

After dinner, they retire to the living room. Mitsuki grabs a manila envelope off the coffee table. “Speaking of the business, I wanted to show you the proofs for the latest shoot we had.” She laughed inwardly at the look of suspicion crossing her son’s face.

“I know you said you didn’t want to model for us for a while since you’re so caught up in your hero work, but I thought you might be interested to see how our new line is going.” She held the envelope out to him, wiggling it enticingly.

He cautiously reached out and took the envelope. He opened it slowly, as if afraid a snake was going to pop out at him. That grin the Old Hag was sporting had him suspicious…

Pulling out the pictures inside, he was expecting to see one of the models that his parents had previously worked with.

Instead, what he saw had him coughing and choking on the saliva suddenly filling his throat.

He dropped the photos onto the coffee table, desperately trying to get some air in his lungs. The uproarious laugh coming from Mitsuki had him shooting a deadly glare in her direction.

“What. The actual. 𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒.” He pointed accusingly at the photos spread out on the table, unaware of the furious blush reaching all the way to his ears. “How- what- I don’t-”

Mitsuki snickered. “What, you don’t like them?”

Katsuki was lost for words- a rare occurrence for him. He rapidly glanced back and forth between his mom and the photos of Izuku modeling different outfits. He quickly noticed the common theme among all the outfits.

𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴.

Finally finding his words, he exploded. “How the hell did you get the nerd to agree to this?! I can’t even get his fashion disaster ass to wear a nice button up for agency events, and you got him in goddamn crop tops?!”

Mitsuki crossed her legs demurely, examining her nails. “You just have to know the right buttons to press Katsuki.”

His eyes narrowed as he stared at her suspiciously. There was a pause, then, “You bribed him, didn’t you?”

She scoffed. “You’re damn right I did.”

“So….” She raised an eyebrow, looking him directly in the eyes. “Do you like your gift?”

At this, Katsuki literally exploded. Uncaringly waving away the smoke due to years of experience, and ignoring the curses coming from their son, Mitsuki and Masaru exchange a knowing smile.

Masaru quietly called out to his son, “Katsuki, you okay son?”

“Fucking- what- 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵?!”

Mitsuki rolled her eyes. “Don’t be such a damn drama queen Katsuki. We all know you’ve been pining over Izuku for years.” She held up a finger, cutting off Katsuki’s protest.

“Oh no, don’t even start on that 𝘸𝘰𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 bull. You two have worked through your issues, and that boy is head over heels for you. So get your shit together brat, before somebody else snatches him up instead.”

A possessive look briefly crosses Katsuki’s face at the thought of someone else dating Izuku.

“Besides, he promised me that he’ll wear those outfits for at least the next few weeks to promote the new line. You better get used to seeing him like that for a while.”

Katsuki groaned, rubbing his hands down his face. “You trying to kill me, Hag?! What the fuck?” He picked the photos back up, slowly flipping through them.

While a lot of seasonal lines had themes where the outfits were similar in materials, colors, etcetera, this line was mostly just focused on crop tops in various situations. So, the garments themselves didn’t share many similarities in materials.

Instead, they showed a diversity in usage, ranging from comfort wear to athletic wear to club wear and more.

And Izuku looked good in all of them. 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘪𝘵.

“You’re cruel, you damn Hag.”

She snickered. “Izukkun said the same thing.”
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Later, as Mitsuki and Masaru were getting ready for bed, Masaru turned to his wife. “Dear, do you think showing Katsuki those photos will finally make him ask Izuku out?”

She sighed. “I sure as hell hope so. Everyone can see just how much those two love each other. I just want them to be happy, damnit!”

Masaru smiled at his wife. “Me too dear.” Leaning over, he kissed her sweetly goodnight.
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Katsuki was avoiding Izuku, and he didn’t know why.

Okay, that’s not quite true. He had a suspicion as to why, but he wasn’t absolutely sure.

It might have something to do with billboards of Izuku going up around the city, advertising the new Bakugou fashion line.

One of them was conveniently across street from Endeavour’s headquarters. The image displayed on it consisted of Izuku in an all-black ensemble.

He was posed in a doorway, his arms stretched out and palms flat against the door frame.

The pants were black cargo-style pants with deep pockets, held up by a leather belt. The positioning of the pose put emphasis on a black crop top sweater that showed off his well-defined abs. Over the sweater was a long dark jacket with simple lines and a row of buttons.

The only pop of color in the photo was the green sunglasses that were tilted down on his nose, showing off his eyes. The name of the seasonal line scrolled up one side in bold white print.

The billboard went up on a day when the two of them had left the agency at the same time to head out on patrol. Katsuki had taken one look at the billboard, turned red, stolen a quick glance at Izuku (turning even more red), and then proceeded to blast away without a word.

That theme continued for the next week or so. Every time Katsuki entered a room and Izuku was there, he would immediately turn tail and leave.

Izuku was a little disconcerted. After seeing the billboards everywhere, he had grown used to seeing himself in the crop tops.

And honestly, he didn’t think he looked too bad.

So why was Kacchan avoiding him?
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[TBC!]

AN: Well, here's the first part of my Crop Top Deku fic! And you've now seen the first of four outfits. I'm still editing the rest, but I'll have the next part out ASAP. It's probably going to be in 3-4 parts, with the NSFW excerpt separately on my other account.

Let me know what you think so far!! Thanks for reading. 🥰

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Continuing on with some Dekusquad interactions and two new outfits this update!
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Izuku brought it up at his next hangout with his friends. They tried to gather at one of their apartments at least once a month and have a dinner/movie/self-care hangout night. This time, they were at Todoroki’s apartment.

Per his request, they were having a Disney movie marathon. He declared it was so he could reclaim his lost childhood. The others excitedly agreed, and each brought their favorite movie to share with him.

When Izuku arrived, Uraraka gasped out loud at his outfit.

“Deku-kun! You look amazing!” She whistled in appreciation. “I didn’t know you had it in you.”

Izuku blushed. He was wearing another of Auntie Mitsuki’s outfits.

This time it was a knitted style sweater with a zigzag pattern in alternating shades of greens. It came in a variety of colors, but this one had been chosen for the shoot because the olive and forest green colors suited his skin tone nicely.

The sleeves were very poofy and long, leading to adorable sweater paws that had Uraraka snapping pictures despite the blush crossing Izuku’s face.

Some high-waisted jeans and a belt finished off the look.

Uraraka spent the next ten minutes gushing over his outfit, with Iida and Todoroki nodding agreeingly on occasion. It took a bit to calm his excitable friend down so that they could start movie night. Dinner was eaten during Uraraka’s favorite, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘥.

When that was over, they took a break to make ice cream sundaes. They had each brought some toppings, and an entire spread of things like sprinkles, cookie bits, chocolate syrup, and more, were spread out across his kitchen island.

Todoroki looked at the items in confusion. “Where should I start? I don’t know what goes on first.”

Iida motioned to the cartons of ice cream on the counter. “Well, first you must pick your ice cream flavor.”

“Vanilla is the most common because you can pair a lot of different toppings with it. So, it might be best to start with that one so that you have a basis for comparison!”

Uraraka giggled at her boyfriend and pinched his cheek.

“You’re so cute honey! Even with ice cream, you’re very orderly!”

Iida blushed and sputtered.

Izuku grinned in fond adoration at his friends. When Uraraka and Iida had gotten together in 2nd year, everyone could see that the two were made for each other.

And Todoroki had quietly been blossoming out from under the shadow of his father. He had joined Gang Orca’s agency after his graduation, along with Yoarashi Inasa. That had surprised them all after the train-wreck of their provisional license exam.

But apparently the two had reconciled their differences in their make-up sessions and worked well together under Gang Orca’s direction. They had been patrol partners since they first joined their agency.

Honestly, Izuku wouldn’t be surprised if the two announced that they were dating soon.

As Uraraka fawned over her boyfriend, Izuku sidled up to Todoroki and began pointing out various toppings. “Just go with what you think might be good together!”

“You can add as little or as many toppings as you want.”

Todoroki frowned in consideration. “What are you going to have, Midoriya?”

Izuku tapped his chin in thought. “Well, I’m pretty partial to vanilla ice cream with the sliced strawberries, sprinkles, and chocolate syrup.”

Todoroki observed the toppings, then nodded. “Okay, I think I know what I’ll try.” He then gathered a bowl with chocolate ice cream. For toppings, he chose marshmallow fluff, peanut butter, and some graham cracker crumbles.

“It’s like the peanut butter s’mores we had on our camping trip last year.”

Watching his stoic friend attempt to make an ice cream sundae brought a wide smile to Izuku’s face. He was so happy to see the other man learning to have fun and open up.

After everyone had made their sundae and returned to the living room, they sat around and chatted while eating their dessert.

Feeling the hairs prick up on the back of his neck, Izuku glanced up to see Uraraka eyeing him with a devious grin on her face.

“Sooooo, Deku-kun… tell us all about your newfound modeling skills. I noticed it was with Bakugou’s parent’s line. Are you finally trying to bag your Kacchan?” She waggled an eyebrow at him enticingly.

Izuku coughed and sputtered. “Wha- who- URARAKA!”

Uraraka laughed loudly, slumping up against her boyfriend.

Todoroki nodded, waving his spoon in Izuku’s direction. “Oh yes, let’s talk about that. Time to drop the tea.” The rest of them let out a bark of laughter at this.

Iida slid his glasses up his nose. “I believe the term is ‘spill the tea’. Is Kaminari trying to teach you slang again?”

“Oh, yes. I will have to remember that for next time.” Todoroki turned back to Izuku. “Spill the tea, friend.”

Izuku crossed his arms over his face, hiding in embarrassment. “𝘎𝘶𝘶𝘶𝘺𝘺𝘺𝘺𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘴!”

Eventually they managed to drag the story of the deal out of him, laughing at how easily manipulated he was over All Might merch.

Izuku sighed. “But ever since the billboards went up, Kacchan has been ignoring me! If he walks into a room and I’m there, he turns right around and leaves. Last week he literally turned tail and fled a meeting with Endeavor. Burnin’ had to go and drag him back!”

He buried his face in his arms, sighing sadly. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him. Maybe he really does hate me?!”

The other three exchanged glances.

Uraraka reached over and patted Izuku comfortingly on the shoulder. “There there Deku-kun. I don’t think Bakugou hates you!”

“I agree! Bakugou has grown over the years and you two have worked on fixing your differences.” Iida frowned, adjusting his glasses. “You should sit down with him and ask him directly what seems to be bothering him.”

Todoroki snorted at this. “I may be socially inept, but even I can tell you what’s wrong with Bakugou.”

Izuku’s head shot up. “What?! What is it?! 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦!”

Todoroki took another bite of his sundae before continuing.

“Last week I passed him while he was on patrol. He was staring up at the billboard of you wearing the red athletic crop top. It was obvious what’s going on.”

They all look at him and gesture in a 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯 motion impatiently.

He shrugged. “He’s got the hots for you Midoriya. And he doesn’t know how to handle it.”

The resulting screech could be heard two floors away.
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It had taken awhile to calm down the blubbering mess that was Izuku. Obviously he was head over heels for his childhood best friend.

But the possible implication that Kacchan might feel the same was emotionally overwhelming.

There was no way that Kacchan could feel the same though. Right?

Eventually, they decided to take pity on their poor, in-denial friend and changed the subject.

They moved on to Iida’s movie choice (𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘨) while finishing their sundaes. After that was over, they applied face masks while starting Izuku’s choice (𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘴).

Neither of the other two males said anything when their phones indicated that Uraraka had added them to a new group chat consisting of most of their previous classmates. But minus their very own Wonder Duo, of course.

Over the next few nights, a plan was hatched.
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Izuku continued with his day-to-day life, completely oblivious to the sneaky whisperings between his friends and many others of the infamous Class 1-A.

The following week found him at the agency gym.

Auntie Mitsuki had asked him to test out the athletic outfit and let her know how it held up, so he was currently running through his exercise regime while wearing it.

The top was sleeveless with a hood. It was a dark wine-red, with strips of black under the arms. It had matching black shorts with the Bakugou fashion label design on it in the same bold, white print that was seen on all the billboards.

It was surprisingly low-key for the Bakugou fashion brand,but Izuku was pleasantly surprised with how soft and comfortable it was.

He was currently running through a series of reps on the arm curl machine with headphones in; therefore, he didn’t hear the door opening behind him.

It wasn’t until he stood up and began to make his way to the next machine that he realized someone was there.

Standing next to the punching bag and taking a swig from his water bottle was Katsuki.

Izuku brightened up. Kacchan was here!

Now would be a good time to talk to his friend. With that in mind, he made his way over to that side of the room, calling out to the other man.

“Kacchan!”

Katsuki startled a little bit and turned around, before promptly doing a spit take, spraying his water everywhere and nearly choking.

“Oh my god, Kacchan! Are you okay?!”

Katsuki held a hand up to stop Izuku from walking right up to him. He coughed a few more times.

“What- holy shit- damn shitty nerd!”

Izuku hovered near him in concern. He was unaware that when he had stood up, the shorts had fallen down a little bit, revealing the band of boxers hugging his hips.

Katsuki took a deep shuddering breath. “Holy fuck Deku, don’t sneak up on people drinking water like that!”

Izuku frowned. “Uhh. Okay, Kacchan.” He perked up though. “But now that you’re here, I wanted to talk to you!”

The explosive blond eyed him suspiciously. “About what?”

Izuku straightened up and looked Katsuki in the eye. Time to be brave!

“You’ve been avoiding me, and I want to know why!”

Of course, Katsuki immediately denied such a thing. “I fucking have not!”

“Have too!”

“I’ve had a lot of shit on my mind, that’s all!” Katsuki crossed his arms and looked away. Izuku could see that the tips of his ears were red.

Hmmm, maybe Todoroki was right after all? Izuku felt the need to test this theory out suddenly.

“Well, if you say so Kacchan! Anyways, I was hoping to get some sparring in today. Will you spar with me?”

Katsuki turned back to him, a feral grin on his face. “You wantin’ to get your ass kicked today, nerd? I can help with that.”

Izuku rolled his eyes fondly. “Sure Kacchan, let’s spar so you can kick my ass today.”

Katsuki stalked over to Izuku and leaned down until their noses were nearly brushing. “Are you 𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 me, Deku?”

“Maybe I am. What’re you gonna do about it?” Izuku glared up at him.

“Heh. Cute. Like a grumpy bunny.” Katsuki reached up and tweaked Izuku’s nose. “C’mon 𝘉𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺. Let’s go so I can kick your ass.”

Izuku froze, mouth wide open at the new nickname. Almost like a pet name…

Katsuki grinned down at him and gently nudged his mouth closed with a finger under his chin. “Frozen up like a scared little bunny already. Guess it’s my win after all.”

At that, Izuku shook himself out of his stupor and crossed his arms challengingly in front of him. “Oh, you’re on 𝘒𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯.”

Katsuki’s returning smile was all teeth.
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Sparring with Katsuki was both thrilling and exhausting.

They both knew each other’s moves well enough that the fight could drag on for quite a while. These days, their win ratio was almost even.

After a good hour of back and forth, their final round of the day ended with Katsuki pinning Izuku down in a hold reminiscent of their fight back at Ground Beta in high school.

Both men were panting from the exertion of the battle.

Katsuki was hovering over Izuku, sweat dripping down his elegant nose.

There was an electricity in the air. Maybe it was from the rush of battle. The sheer exhilaration of going all out against a worthy opponent. Whatever it was, it was having an effect on the two friends.

Izuku licked his lips to remove the sheen of sweat, his chest heaving with deep breaths. He saw Katsuki’s eyes dip down to follow the movement of his tongue. Emboldened by the dark look crossing those red eyes, he did it again, but more slowly. More deliberately.

Katsuki’s gripped tightened on Izuku’s wrists that he was holding down to the mat above his head. He shifted slightly, leaning down. Their noses brushed. Katsuki lowered further, his chest almost pressing Izuku down into the mat.

Izuku could feel Katsuki’s workout shirt tickling along his exposed abs.

Green eyes darted up to red ones, which widened imperceptibly.

Izuku, in a sudden rush of courage, started to lift himself off the mat to meet Katsuki halfway-

CLANG!

The door to the gym slammed open, and a group of interns paraded in.

With a gasp, Katsuki was suddenly halfway across the small sparring arena.

Izuku’s brain couldn’t comprehend. He called out, hesitantly, “…Kacchan?”

Katsuki didn’t look back as he grabbed up his gym bag and started to hurry out of the gym. “Gotta go Deku. I’ll… see you later.” With that, he was gone.

Izuku suddenly felt cold, despite working up quite a sweat.
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[TBC!]

A/N: Aaaand that's part 2! I hope you guys like the outfits I have picked so far! There's one outfit left, and it's my personal favorite. :D

There's basically one big update left before the smut scene that will be posted on my NSFW account. Then a little bit after to wrap it up!

BTW, for the movie choices, Ura seems like a Little Mermaid girl lol. And I think Iida would admire Tiana for her work ethic! And if you've read my Okaeri prompts, then you know why The Aristocats!

Thanks for reading so far!

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Oh, and back to the top!

https://twitter.com/shalia_earante/status/1570593609363357698?s=20&t=8smYgkJT7wO03WCil4Emhw

Continuing on! This is the last update before the NSFW piece that will be linked afterwards when I get it posted. This update will have Izuku's last outfit, as well as a bonus one of Kacchan.

New tag I forgot: implied ShinDeku, but not really lol
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Katsuki was avoiding him again.

After the almost-kiss in the gym, he was very obviously going out of his way to not be where Izuku was.

To put it simply, Izuku was 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥.

After ranting about it to Uraraka all week, she had made the executive decision that what they needed was a night out at the club. Iida was unable to come due to having to cover a patrol shift at his family’s agency, but Asui had confirmed that she was in town and would be there.

So when that Friday rolled around, Izuku, Uraraka, Todoroki, and Asui made their way to a club that Uraraka had heard about from Ashido.

After securing a table and ordering some drinks, Asui and Todoroki made their way to the dance floor.

Their froggy friend was attempting to teach the perplexed boy how to dance. But to their surprise, Todoroki had some surprisingly good moves. They watched in fond amusement as their two friends had fun on the dance floor.

Once it was obvious that Asui and Todoroki would be fine, Uraraka turned to Izuku. “Okay bestie, spill it!”

Izuku, who had been growing more annoyed as the days went by, had had enough. Grabbing the nearest drink, he threw it back, slammed the empty glass down, and growled.

“That- that- that JERK! Everything was going fine! We were sparring like normal on Tuesday. Then he almost kissed me and then ran away. Like a COWARD!”

Uraraka’s eyes widened. “Whoa whoa, wait a minute… you two almost kissed?!”

Izuku groaned and began to fiddle with the empty shot glass out of nervousness. “We were sparring, yeah? And he pinned me down. But instead of getting up, he leaned down like he was gonna kiss me.”

“But some of the new interns came in to work out, and he bolted faster than Iida after a purse snatcher!”

Uraraka gasped. “That JERK!”

Izuku waved his hands at her. “𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?!”

He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “So now I don’t know what to do, because he’s back to ignoring me again!” He smacked his forehead down on the table in a loud thunk.

Uraraka tapped her chin in thought. “Hmm… it really sounds like he got flustered Deku-kun. It sounds like he just needs the right push to finally do something about it.”

Since Izuku had his head down, he didn’t see Uraraka glance behind him and smirk, then grab her phone to shoot off a quick text.

“Speaking of a push, Deku-kun… Maybe you just need to have some fun tonight and forget about Bakugou for a bit.”

She gently nudged him and pointed to the entry of the club.

Izuku gasped in happy surprise. “Shinsou-kun!” He darted up to dash over to his purple-haired friend and wrap him up in a tight hug.

“Whoa there Mido. Good to see you too.” Lavender eyes looked down at him fondly.

Shinsou wrapped an arm around Izuku’s shoulders when the green-haired man pulled back from the hug.

“It’s so good to see you! I thought you were gone on a mission.” Izuku was practically bouncing in excitement at seeing his eternally sleepy friend.

“Ahh, our lead was a dead end, so we came back to regroup for a bit.” Shinsou shrugged before beginning to lead Izuku back to his table. “So, when I saw in the group chat that you guys were planning on coming out tonight, I thought I would surprise you guys.”

Izuku grinned widely. He was so happy to see his friend.

As they made their way back to their table, another group cut across their path and Izuku ran into a taller member of the other group. A gentle hand on his back caught him before he could fall.

Looking up to see who caught him, he gasped in surprise when green eyes met red.

“𝘒𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯?!”
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Katsuki hated his so-called friends. Seriously. All he wanted to do this weekend was lounge around his apartment and lament at his stupidity earlier in the week.

He was 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦.

So close to kissing those luscious lips that he had been dreaming of for years.

And then those damn interns had to barge in, and he turned tail and ran like a fucking coward.

So sue him, but he felt that he deserved a chance to mope about his apartment for once.

But 𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰, they insisted that he had to accompany them to this new club that Pinky had been raving about for weeks now.

And he knew that if he didn’t go, at least one of his idiots would end up passed out on a bench somewhere, so he had to go to- ughhh- babysit.

Tape Arms was fine. He could handle his alcohol like an adult. But Shitty Hair, Pikachu, and Raccoon Eyes were all walking disasters.

And when you put them all together, shit blew up.

So here he was, resigning himself to spending the rest of the night making sure his… friends… didn’t get in too much trouble.

Ashido was excitedly leading them to an empty table she spotted, when he felt a smaller body ram into him. Acting on instinct, he wrapped an arm around behind them and caught them before they could fall backwards.

Looking down and opening his mouth to scold the other person for not watching where they were going, he immediately froze when he realized that he had the very man he had been avoiding all week in his arms.

“𝘒𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯?!”

Well fuck.
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Ashido squealed in excitement when she spotted Izuku and Shinsou. “Midori! Shinsou! You guys are here too?! This is great! We can all hang out together!”

Izuku smiled widely at the pink-skinned girl. “Of course! We’ve already got a table and it’s pretty big.”

“It was the only one open earlier, and I guess it worked out because it should fit all of us!” He pointed over to where Uraraka, Asui, and Todoroki were watching them in amusement. They all waved.

Katsuki’s friends all waved back happily. They agreed to combine groups for the hangout tonight.

When they made it back to the table, Izuku reclaimed his seat by Uraraka. The seat on his other side was taken by Shinsou.

Izuku could see his blond friend grumbling angrily across the table, but inwardly shrugged. Not his problem tonight.

He couldn’t help but sneak peeks across the table occasionally at Katsuki though.

He looked good tonight, dressed in loose black pants and a baggy black shirt. He also had on an olive-green bomber jacket and army green boots. It suited his explosive friend nicely.

Shinsou pulled him out of his Kacchan-oriented thoughts by leaning over and whispering in Izuku’s ear, casually wrapping an arm around the back of Izuku’s chair. “What’s on your mind tonight, greenie? You seem distracted.”

Izuku pouted at the reminder of his terrible week. He turned slightly in his chair to whisper back to Shinsou, not wanting Katsuki to overhear him. The blond seemed to have a knack for hearing conversations between Izuku and other people that wasn’t meant for his ears…

“Kacchan’s been ignoring me ever since I modeled a clothing line for his mom.” He sighed. “And then Tuesday we had a- a moment. But then he ran away! And he’s been ignoring me again.”

Shinsou shot a look across the table when Izuku wasn’t looking, sending a smirk towards a glowering blond. Turning back to Izuku, he reached up and tugged on a curly lock of green hair. “Well, let’s go take your mind off it for a bit. Dance with me?”

Izuku glanced over at Katsuki imperceptibly, but the other man was pointedly not looking his way. He harrumphed in annoyance. Well, if that’s the way it was going to be…

Perking up, he replied much louder. “I would love to go dance with you Shinsou-kun! Let’s go.”

Standing up, he grabbed the purple-haired man and dragged him out onto the dance floor.
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Katsuki was in hell. There was no other explanation.

Izuku was sitting across from him dressed in an outfit that was a frustrating combination of cute and sexy.

He was wearing yet another fucking crop top from his Hag. The top was black with long sleeves. The torso of the top loose and baggy, teasing glimpses of Izuku’s abs with every movement. The sleeves were long, with a white dragon printed along each sleeve.

The tips of Izuku’s fingers just peeked out of the edge of the sleeves, making Katsuki inwardly groan at the adorably seductive image.

Black clasps were dangling from the bottom of the crop top.

They were attached to the top of a pair of high waisted black shorts that hid nothing of Izuku’s glorious thighs. The back of the shorts had leather straps tied in a crisscross pattern down the sides. The look was finished off with a pair of monochromatic black converses.

He was a maddingly frustrating combination of hot as fuck and adorable as hell. But it was torture, because sitting next to him was that purple-haired asshole. And all Izuku’s attention was on him.

Every time Katsuki glanced over, Shinsou sent him a cocky smirk and moved slightly closer to the green-haired hero. At one point he leaned down and whispered into Izuku’s ear, resting his arm on the back of the other man’s chair like it belonged there.

He caught Izuku sneaking glances at him out of the corner of his eye a couple of times, but he was avoiding looking in that direction. He couldn’t fucking stand seeing the sleepy bastard all over his- all over Deku!

It seemed, however, that he wasn’t so lucky, because shortly after that the two got up and made their way to the dance floor.

Goddamnit!

Before he could grumble about it some more, Shitty Hair dragged him into a conversation about a small-time villain that had been harassing some local store clerks. Half an hour had passed before he knew it.

When he looked around and realized that Deku and the asshole hadn’t returned, he looked over to the dance floor.

What he saw had his blood boiling.

Izuku was snuggled up close to the other man, arms wrapped around his neck. Shinsou had his hands gripped low on Izuku’s waist.

As he watched, they moved even lower.

This had gone on for too fucking long and he was at his limit.

Before anyone could catch on and stop him, he had jerked up, knocking his chair backwards, and was stalking towards the dance floor.

Everyone at the table exchanged a smug glance and just sat back to watch the show.
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Izuku was having an excellent time dancing with Shinsou. The other man obviously knew how to dance, and expertly led Izuku through several songs.

Every once in a while he would glance over to their friends to see that Katsuki was discussing something with Kirishima. He pouted but turned his attention back to Shinsou.

After about thirty minutes, Shinsou leaned down and whispered in his ear again. “Looks like Blasty is looking our way again greenie. You wanted his attention, right? Want him to stop ignoring you?”

Izuku looked up at him suspiciously. “Yeeeessss….”

Shinsou grinned down at him. “I think I can fix that for you. Just go with it, okay? Wrap your arms around my neck tightly.”

Izuku nodded hesitantly and did so. When he did, he felt Shinsou’s hands grab his waist a lot lower than was proper.

He looked up at Shinsou, an eyebrow quirked in question.

“Just go with it greenie. Your man is looking mighty jealous right now.”

Out of the corner of their eyes they could see Katsuki suddenly stalking their way.

Turning back to Izuku, Shinsou leaned down, his face moving closer to Izuku’s. “You’re gonna owe me big time for this greenie, cause your future boyfriend looks like he’s about to kick my ass.” With that, he made a move like he was going to kiss Izuku.

But before he could, he was ripped away from Izuku by a furious blond with a look of possessive rage across his face.

“You shitty troll-haired bastard! Get your hands off Deku!”

Izuku gaped at Katsuki in surprise. “Kacchan! What…”

But he moved quickly to catch Katsuki by the arms when it looked like he was truly going to swing at Shinsou.

“Kacchan, you’re being ridiculous! What’s your problem?!”

Katsuki turned on him. “My problem?! My problem is this narcoleptic asshole 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶!”

Red flashed over Izuku’s vision. Before he could stop himself, he was crowding up into Katsuki’s space, poking him in the chest.

“Maybe I wanted him to put his hands on me!” He bellowed in righteous indignation. “You don’t get to ignore me for weeks, almost kiss me, run away like a fucking coward, and then ignore me again! And then get pissed when someone else shows interest in me!”

He poked him again, ignoring Katsuki sputtering in denial. “You don’t get to do that Kacchan! You don’t have the right!”

A look that was a curious combination of guilt, rage, possessiveness, and want crossed Katsuki’s face. He gripped his fists tight.

“WELL MAYBE I WANT THAT RIGHT!!”

A pause.

Izuku sucked in a breath in surprise.

Katsuki clenched his fists tighter, but then sighed and loosened them. He reached up to gently caress Izuku’s cheek with the knuckles of his left hand.

“I know I’ve treated you like shit the last couple of weeks De-Izuku. And I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.” He dropped his hand back to his side. “I just- I’ve worked so hard to hide my feelings for you, because you deserve so much better than me.”

“But then you had to do that damn photoshoot with the Hag and show off how hot you’ve gotten. I’ve been hearing other assholes comment on how hot you are for weeks, and I couldn’t stand it. I wanted to punch so many extras in the fucking face this week.”

A hopeful feeling bloomed in Izuku’s chest. He hesitantly moved closer to Katsuki, reaching out to take his hand.

(Neither of them were aware of how quiet the club had gotten. Everyone in the area was paying rapt attention to the apparent lover’s quarrel between Pro Heroes Deku and Dynamight. Their PR reps were going to be 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥.)

Izuku leaned up to place a hand delicately on a chiseled chest. “Kacchan. Why'd you run away in the gym? I obviously wanted it. So why…?”

Katsuki looked away, a bashful blush on his cheeks. “I was worried that it would fuck up everything we’ve worked to fix since high school.”

“But I wanted to Izuku. I swear, I wanted nothing more than to kiss you that day. But I got scared and ran, like a goddamn coward.”

“Well, then stop being a coward and kiss me already then.”

With that, Izuku leaned up on his tiptoes, angling his face upwards towards Katsuki’s and waiting patiently.

He could see an inner war going on behind those ruby-red eyes, but then a look of absolute determination won out.

One large hand wrapped around his waist to pull him close to a firm body. A gasp escaped Izuku’s lips when the other hand moved up to cup the back of his neck.

Katsuki adjusted his hold, angling Izuku just right, and then leaned down to take possession of those lips that had haunted his dreams with a fiery passion. He channeled all his possessive feelings into that single kiss, dominating Izuku with tongue and teeth and lips.

Izuku felt like he was going to be swept away. He clung to Katsuki’s jacket with shaking hands, afraid that if he let go for even a second, he would be lost.

Katsuki’s tongue explored Izuku’s mouth in an act of complete ownership, running over each tooth individually, then teasing Izuku’s own to fight back.

Izuku groaned in the back of his throat when the hand holding his neck moved up to dig into his hair, tugging lightly.

He moved even closer to Katsuki’s warm body, shivering slightly.

A not-so-quiet cough nearby snapped them out of their passionate embrace.

Izuku came back to awareness like a drug wearing off. Slowly and sluggishly. “Huh? Wha-?”

He looked over to see Shinsou grinning at him, one eyebrow raised.

“As much as we’re 𝘢𝘭𝘭 enjoying this show, maybe you should take it somewhere more… private?”

Shinsou snickered when a look of absolute mortification crossed Izuku’s face at the sudden awareness that pretty much the entire club was watching them like they were a daytime soap opera.

When the people around them realized that Deku and Dynamight were done making out for now, they were suddenly surrounded by fans who were clapping, cheering, and whistling in congratulations for them.

Izuku whimpered and hid his face in his hands. He could never show his face in public again!

Strong arms wrapped around him protectively, and a voice whispered in his ear, “S’okay Bunny. I’ve got you. Whaddya wanna do now?”

Izuku peered up at Katsuki between his fingers. “Take me home, Kacchan?”

“Home? Yeah okay, Deku. I’ll get you back to your apartment.”

“No Kacchan, I don’t think you understand. Take me 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.” He looked up at Katsuki and winked, feeling courageous suddenly.

Katsuki blushed once again, stuttering out an affirmative. “Y-yeah, okay. I can do that. Let’s go.”

With a hand on the small of Izuku’s back, he led the smaller man out of the crowd. As they passed by Shinsou, Katsuki paused to address him.

“I know what you were doing, Mind Fuck. And thanks. I guess.” He glared at the other man. “But touch Deku like that again and I’ll break both your hands.”

“KACCHAN!!”

Shinsou just grinned at the two and held up his hands in surrender.
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After Katsuki and Izuku left the club, Shinsou made his way back over to the table where the rest of their friends were sitting. He plopped down in a seat beside Kaminari and sighed dramatically.

“Man, you assholes owe me big time. I thought Blasty was going to seriously explode me.”

The others snickered.

Kirishima patted him consolingly on the shoulder. “Thanks for sticking to the plan, bro! We were getting a little desperate with their mutual pining.”

Ashido nodded along. “Yeah, and then Blasty started ignoring poor Midori and everything seemed hopeless!”

“But you did great! And everything worked out. So thanks, Shinsou-kun!” Uraraka smiled at Shinsou encouragingly. Asui and Sero nodded in agreement.

Todoroki just tossed a thumbs up in his direction.

Shinsou turned to Kaminari and leaned over to prop his forehead on the blond’s shoulder. “Babe, I am never doing that again. It was scary as fuck.”

A gasp rang out through the table.

“BABE?!”

“Whaaaaat?!”

Kaminari snickered. “Guys, meet my boyfriend Hitoshi. Hitoshi, meet the squads.”

Ashido looked back and forth between the two with a look of utter betrayal on her face.

Kaminari turned back to his boyfriend and leaned up to give him a peck on the cheek.

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t let mean old Blasty hurt you.”

“You better not. And don’t forget our deal. That’s two weeks’ worth of visits to that cat café.” With that, he proceeded to close his eyes and immediately fall asleep.

The rest of the table looked at Kaminari in shock. He just shrugged and grinned.
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AN: Okay, that's the last update before the smut! I might get it posted tonight after I do another read-through to make sure it flows well.

Also yes, Izuku's last outfit is actually not men's crop tops and shorts lol. Do you know how hard it is to find nice crop tops for men? 😅

I hope you liked it anyways! I think Izuku would look really cute in it! Please let me know what you think of all the outfits I chose for this story.

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🌶️🌶️🌶️So if you want to read the smutty excerpt, this is the spot to do it. I'm not gonna tag it here, but it's in the completed section of my linked master thread on my NSFW account. But you can totally skip it.🌶️🌶️🌶️
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The next day, Izuku did not want to wake up. He was warm and cozy, and there was a comfortable weight across his waist that made him not want to move. A soft, even breath along the back of his neck made him shiver in delight.

Slowly rejoining the waking world, he realized that the weight wrapped around his waist was Katsuki’s arm holding him tightly to a firm chest. The normally explosive blond was quietly cuddled up to him, spooning him in his sleep.

Izuku sighed happily, snuggling back into those comforting arms.

“Mmm… ‘Zuku?” That arm tightened slightly, dragging Izuku back further against him. A cold nose nuzzled against the back of his neck, causing him to giggle.

“G’morning Kacchan.” Izuku tried to turn around in Katsuki’s arms, but Katsuki grumbled and held him even tighter.

“’S too early. Go back to sleep, nerd.”

A quick glance at the clock showed that it was early still.

So, with a quiet okay Kacchan in agreement, Izuku settled back against the other man to doze for another couple of hours.
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The two eventually woke up around 9:30 that morning. Katsuki pressed a soft good morning kiss to Izuku’s lips before getting up to get ready for the day.

The two worked quietly to make breakfast together and sat down at the kitchen island to eat. Without looking at him, Katsuki shyly reached over and held Izuku’s hand during breakfast. Izuku thought his cheeks were going to hurt for days from smiling so much.

After eating, they washed dishes together and put them away. It was so domestic and sweet it almost made Katsuki’s teeth hurt. Sighing, he dragged the other man over to the couch. Plopping down, he pulled Izuku into his lap and buried his face in soft green curls.

Izuku shifted in his lap so that Katsuki’s face was buried in the nape of his neck instead. That way he could gently scratch at the blond man’s scalp. He could feel the other man relax at the feeling.

He figured he was going to have to start the conversation of where they were going to go from here. The blond wasn’t exactly known for being emotionally open. He opened his mouth, prepared to start discussing the 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵-𝘪𝘧𝘴, but a quiet voice interrupted him.

“Deku. Izuku. Be mine, nerd. Please? I want to spend every day for the rest of our lives with you, showing you how much you mean to me. Please say yes.”

Izuku closed his mouth. He opened it, and then closed it again. Finally, he managed to squeak out a tearful, “Yes Kacchan!”

Katsuki released a relieved sigh. “Fuck. Okay, good. Great. Uhh, we can figure out everything else later. I just wanna spend the rest of this weekend cuddled up in bed with you. Can- can we do that?”

Izuku nodded happily. “I would love that Kacchan!”

“Fan-fucking-tastic. Let’s go.” With that, Katsuki rapidly stood up, sweeping Izuku up in his arms bridal style. The smaller man squeaked and latched onto his neck at the sudden change. Katsuki snickered and carried his nerd down the hall and back to bed.

Later, as they’re lying in bed cuddling, Katsuki grabbed his phone off the nightstand. Raising an eyebrow at the mass influx of missed calls, texts, and Tweeter notifications, he began to quickly go through them. Quiet cursing rapidly grows louder as he continued to scroll.

Izuku looked up to see his boyfriend growing pale while staring at his phone. Propping up on his chest, he called out softly, “Kacchan? Everything okay?”

Katsuki groaned, rubbing his free hand down his face.

“Some damn extras at the club last night recorded everything and posted it to Tweeter.”

Izuku frowned. “Oh. Is that a problem? Did you want to keep it quiet for now?”

“Fuck no! That’s not it baby.” Katsuki carded his fingers through Izuku’s hair comfortingly.

“I want the whole fucking world to know that you’re mine. I don’t care who knows.”

“Oh. Then what’s the problem Kacchan?”

Katsuki grumbled quietly, before revealing the real issue. “The problem is now the damn Hag knows! She’s called me 27 times since last night!”

“Now I’m never gonna hear the end of it.”

Izuku wasn’t sure what he meant by that. “Umm, do you think Auntie is mad about it?”

“Mad? Hell no, she’s fucking ecstatic! She adores the fuck out of you. But now she’s gonna be intolerable!”

Katsuki could see that Izuku was still confused. “Deku. Baby. She set this whole damn thing up. She knows how I feel about you, so she arranged for you to do the photo shoot to make me finally confess.”

Izuku’s eyes widened in comprehension. “So she didn’t really need me to do the shoot?”

“I mean, it wasn’t a bad idea honestly. It’ll look great for both you and the brand. But that was fucking secondary to meddling with my goddamn love life.”

“She’s never gonna shut the fuck up about this now.”

Izuku hid his grin behind his arms he was using to prop up on Katsuki’s chest. His lover and his mother were so much alike. “Well, as long as you don’t regret what happened.”

“𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘯𝘰! That was the best goddamned night of my life Bunny. I’m so fucking happy right now.” Katsuki dropped his phone back on the nightstand. He would deal with all that bullshit later.

Wrapping his arms around Izuku, he quickly rolled them both so that they were cuddled up on their sides facing each other. Before Izuku could start his nerdy rambling again, he shut him up with a deep kiss.

The two lazily made out for a while, before snuggling back under the blankets for a mid-morning nap.

Just as Katsuki was dozing off, a thought suddenly occurred to him. “Hey Deku…?”

“Mmm… yeah Kacchan?”

“How the hell did the Hag convince you to do that damn photo shoot anyways? You hate getting in front of the camera like that.”

Izuku blushed and hid his face in Katsuki’s pecs, mumbling out an answer.

“Nerd, I can’t understand you. What’d you say?”

Izuku’s face popped up, an adorably grumpy pout on his face. “She bribed me with a limited edition All Might bomber jacket that hasn’t even been announced yet. She said there’s only going to be a hundred of them made!”

Katsuki stared at his boyfriend in shocked awe. “You mean, all I had to do to get you to dress like sex on legs this whole damn time was bribe you with rare All Might merch?!”

“Wha- sex on- Kacchan!” Izuku hid his flushed face in his hands.

Cackling in amusement, Katsuki pulled Izuku’s hands away. “That’s fucking hilarious nerd. Now I know your secret, so I can finally get you to dress nice for agency events!”

Leaning down, Katsuki captured Izuku’s lips with his own to stop the incoming flow of flustered rambling.

He kissed him once, twice, and then several times more after that.

Later, they would have to get up and deal with press, their PR, parents, and friends.

But for now, the two lovers simply enjoyed a quiet morning in bed, quietly celebrating the start of the rest of their lives.
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