Everyone noticed, but no one said anything. Not even Izuku.
They all noticed how he no longer sent death glares at random, or called his friends "extra", because he knew very well how each one of their lives mattered.
How he didn't scream at people on the street, how he would listen to his teachers and how he would yell less at his mother.
Everyone noticed, but no one said anything. Not even Izuku, afraid of what his reaction would be.
Yes, Dynamight was still ruthless and unforgivable. But Katsuki wasn't.
It was noticeable in his eyes and, mostly, in his hands. No longer curled into fists, ready to explode at every minor inconvenience.
In the way he would allow strangers to approach him now.
In the "You want a picture? Yeah, sure" he said to a smiling kid who ran to him in the middle of patrol.
In the way he carefully wrapped his hands around their tiny waist, putting them on his shoulder and smiling his signature grin, "Say God Explosion Murder God Dynamight!" And the kid did. A beautiful picture that took over the internet for almost a month.
Everyone noticed, but no one said anything. Not even Izuku, who was the one who had more evidence then most.
He would see it in the way Katsuki would touch him like a feather, softly and mindlessly caressing his hand scar as they watch TV or walk to class.
In the way he would kiss his temple good morning in the kitchen, regardless of who was around. In the way he would whisper worships in his lips in the privacy of their room.
Yes, everyone noticed, but no one said anything. Not even Izuku, afraid he would get self conscious and stop.
But of course, it was bound to happen one day. It was only a matter of time.
And the time came when he was doing an interview, close to his graduation. The first one after the war two years ago.
Izuku was in the audience, as usual, staring at him like he was the reason the universe existed.
(To Izuku, he was)
And it was in the 4B sit that he left the mark of his hand on the armrest by squeezing it hard as his breath stuck on his throat and his eyes burned.
Because someone had just said something.
"Dynamight, I can't help but notice, and I'm sure I'm not the only one, that you have changed your posture significantly. You are… well, you are so gentle and kind nowadays."
*Shit*, Izuku thought. Because he knew Katsuki. He knew what was to come.
He held onto the armrest for dear life, anticipation tickling his bones.
But then, something amazing happened. Not the "KIND? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING THAT??" tantrum he was sort of expecting.
No. None of that.
Katsuki smiled, looking at Izuku for a second before turning his gaze to the interviewer.
He smiled, and said "Thanks. It was a lot of hard work."
Izuku's heart burst and he squeezed the armrest tighter, imprinting his hands there on the metal forever, trying (and failing) to keep himself from crying.
Izuku has never been more proud of Katsuki in his life.
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End!!
Just a silly thought I had.
I know I haven't been writing a lot, but pls don't give up on me 🙏🏻
Also, a reminder. Being gentle and kind is a LOT of work. Especially when it doesn't come naturally. I speak from experience.
I have learned to be more gentle, but it's so hard to scape old habits.
So to those who try to be kind even when it's hard, I'm very proud of you 💞
If you like my work and feel like contributing, here's my Kofi! The money there is only gonna be used to support other artists 💞 ko-fi.com/pidge_it_up
Thanks for all the love <3 I will mute this thread, so if I miss anything, I'm sorry! I'll try to check in later ^^
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Kirishima had always been able to hear #bkdk fucking through his wall, and at first, he was embarrassed by it, but then he realized it was only because he was turned on by it.
So one day, when he started to hear Izuku and Katsuki moaning again,
he put his homework aside, moved to his bed, and let his hand roam featherlike to his underwear. As the moans on the other side got more intense, so did his grip. As they got faster, so did his pace. And then, he came with them.
After the haze has passed, he felt ashamed,
bad, dirty, not manly at all for having jerked off to his friends, and he promised he wouldn't do it again.
Except he did.
Every single time he heard airy "Kacchans" and loving "Izukus", he would touch himself and let their noises intoxicate him.
Izuku is sitting on the bed, folding carefully his and Katsuki's underwear just like the blond trained him to. It took a while for him to be able to fold their clothes to Katsuki's liking, but he finally did it.
So one by one, he folded and put them on the pile to then put in their shared drawer.
Katsuki is standing in the doorframe of their bedroom, leaning up to the white painted wood, while he keeps his boyfriend under careful watch.
"Hey, Izuku?"
"Hm?"
"Let's get married."
Izuku jerks his head up, turning to him in a sudden movement, his left elbow hitting the pile of carefully folded underwater. But he didn't pay any mind to it.
The sun is close to setting, the sound of the cat's water fountain fills the living room, and the chill autumn breeze comes in from the balcony door.
Katsuki stretches his neck from sitting in the position for hours, finishing the reports of his and -
- Izuku's last missions. He still has a few more hours of work ahead, and he considers making a cup of coffee, but as he gets up, his body unconsciously turns to the right, towards the couch, instead of left, the kitchen.
He decides to go along with it. After all, there, -
- sleeping soundly after a long shift, with Catsuki laying on his stomach, is Izuku. His partner, his lover, his friend, his everything.
He takes out his phone and sets an alarm for 40 minutes, setting it on the center table. He kicks off his sleepers, and raises the tip-
It is fine while they are at hospital. Izuku asked to be put in the same room as Katsuki and the steading beep of the heart monitor is almost enough to make him forget the images he was forced to see upon arriving the scene.
Almost.
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While they're awake, healing and talking and joking, he forces his mind to stay in the present, listening to the rough tone of Katsuki's voice as he speaks to him. When that isn't enough, he pinches his arm so the pain would remind him he is awake, this isn't a dream,+