Thread by @neva_writes

#bkdk #ktdk #bakudeku 🧡💚
Angst one-shot
Best friends to strangers

Cw: lack of communication, past situationship, they were roommates, avoidant attachment, past unrequited(?)love, mentioned Deku/others, mentioned therapy, mentioned-Dynamy, smoking, kiss-day, Kacchan’s first kiss, very hopeful ending.

𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜***
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Inspiration:

open.spotify.com/track/3gdPwk2w…

open.spotify.com/track/2o5rzkYa…

open.spotify.com/track/4Q1oBLFP…

“Hey, Deku,” Katsuki finally caught him alone. They were a few of the ones remaining in the reunion of their class. And here Izuku was, sitting by himself outside on the steps that led to the main entrance of Yaoyorozu’s manor while having a cigarette.

He seemed older, more mature and, if it’s even possible… more beautiful than before what they had crumbled.

The greenette didn’t spare him a glance. He exhaled a long puff of smoke instead.

Katsuki’s anxiety increased, but that didn’t stop him from sitting next to him.

“Since when do you smoke?” The blond asked him.

“That’s none of your business,” Deku inhaled back.

“Can we talk?” Katsuki looked at him.

An interminable minute passed.

“We are talking,” Deku exhaled once again before throwing away near his half-done cigarette and stomping on it.

“I… I’ve missed you, and I’m glad that you are here.” That’s a good start, the explosive hero thought. What he craved to know, though, was… “Are you going to st—”

"𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭?" The sentence couldn’t leave his mouth. He was abruptly interrupted instead.

“What do you want, Bakugo?” Izuku uttered without emotion.

Katsuki’s heart cracked.

“Please, don’t… Don’t call me that, Izuku. We—”

“We haven’t spoken in three years. I’m a new person now. I don’t think you know me 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. We are nothing but 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴. And strangers don’t give each other 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 nicknames,” Izuku—

laughed bitterly as he stood up and took around five steps further away from him.

Katsuki did the same and sucked in a deep breath before he lost what remained of his bravado.

Here goes nothing.

“I know you like your coffee with three quarters of water, one quarter of whole milk and two spoons of sugar,” the blond said.

“Shut up,” Deku hissed.

“I know that you float whenever you are excited about something, when you are flustered or while you are sleeping heavily,” Katsuki continued with a crack in his voice.

“Stop!” Izuku insisted. His knuckles became white from how tightly he’s clenching his hands.

“I know that you possibly came back because you want to open your own hero agency because that’s always been your dream.”

"𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮." He omitted with a ton of grief.

Black-whip threatened to be unleashed from Deku’s control. Katsuki could see the thin strands crawling up his back and arms. And that was quite something.

“I know that you are taking care of that damn creature that was created by a quirk accident when you got hit by it in the States,” Katsuki’s scarlet hues stung. “Is it because it reminded you of me?”

A sob escaped the greenette, and the blond approached him.

“Look at me, dammit!” Katsuki cried.

And Izuku finally showed him his face. A prominent crease of resentment was drawn on his forehead, and yet… tears were also falling non-stop down his freckled cheeks. Call Katsuki a selfish bastard, but that gave him all the hope he needed to continue.

“So what if it did?!” Deku screamed, cursing Ochako inwardly. No one else could have shown ‘the nameless’ the photos of Dynamy. He groaned in frustration. “It doesn’t fucking matter! Why do you care?!”

“Because I love you, idiot!” There. Katsuki finally confessed, after being a coward for who knows how long. He wished Deku could hear the strong beats of his heart, because every single one belonged to him and him only.

Emerald eyes widened briefly before narrowing in an accusatory glance.

“No… You don’t…” Izuku exclaimed barely audibly as he covered his ears in denial while the tears kept flooding.

Mutters of “this isn’t possible, it must be a bad joke, can Earth swallow me alive, I can’t go through this again,” were coming out from him.

“Listen to me, Izuku. I beg you, please,” Katsuki intended to place a hand on his shoulder but Deku flinched back as if burnt.

A punch in the balls would have hurt less.

“Please… Just this once, and you won’t have to hear from me ever again if that’s what you desire,” Katsuki promised.

“What other option do I have? Go ahead, I’ll listen if that makes you leave me alone faster, Bakugo,” Deku rubbed his eyes hastily, refusing to show Kacchan more vulnerability than this.

Katsuki swallowed the lump in his throat.

“I was the happiest when I was with you,” he started. “I had never felt more complete. I loved that you always chose me. I loved that I was your priority. I loved… that you loved me and only me, above everyone else. I loved that I was your special person,” Katsuki sobbed.

Izuku observed him intently. “So you just loved having your ego stroked,” Deku concluded. “I don’t blame you, I’d also like that.”

“Fuck, that wasn’t what I meant, Deku! I wish… I wish I had been this open with you, back then. But at that time, there were so many things that I didn’t understand. I’ve been working on myself—

for this day and for what comes next. It’s been two years since I initiated therapy, and I’ve got to comprehend more about me… and about why we didn’t work. And it turns out that I was the problem, somehow,” Katsuki admitted.

Izuku gaped at him.

“When I realized for the first time that I loved you, I was so scared. So fucking scared. And even if I knew that I couldn’t give you what you yearned for, I still led you on. Because I loved you being there—

by my side, taking care of me, holding my hand through my best and worst. B-But when it came for me to r-reciprocate, I…”

Izuku knows what he’s talking about. One day, he learnt that it was possible to have your heart broken by someone who you had never even kissed before. That was the intensity with which he loved Kacchan.

Flashbacks hit him like a hurricane.

“𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝.”

“𝚆𝚑𝚢, 𝙺𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗? 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝… 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝…”

“𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸’𝚖 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝙳𝚎𝚔𝚞.”

“𝚈-𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎, 𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒.”

“I bared my heart to you, and still… That wasn’t enough for you to be honest with me,” Deku exclaimed with a sadness so palpable that Katsuki wished he could take it all away.

“And I’ll never forgive myself for that, but I’m here now, and the least I can do is tell you the truth. At one point, when we were moving past the boundaries of our friendship, I felt suffocated. I noticed that first—

whenever you hugged me, it was as if I was in a cage. You… you did nothing wrong. That was me, afraid of you coming closer to my heart. I was naïve, though. You were already there,” Katsuki holds Izuku’s scarred hand and places it over his chest, where his heart pulsates loudly.

The greenette trembled.

"But my young, stupid-self, refused to acknowledge that. I didn’t want to show you how vulnerable I was. I held myself back from exposing my heart to you. There was always this nagging feeling that yelled at me to not let you in. Back then, I didn’t know—

where it came from. It was completely unconscious, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t there. Later on, I understood that the reasoning was, that if you saw my real self, you’d abandon me. So… I 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 you 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 before you abandoned 𝘮𝘦.”

A wail echoed between them before Izuku hit his chest, over and over again, multiple times, and Katsuki couldn’t do anything but cry with him and let him release all the pent-up anger that he’s been carrying inside him.

“Selfish! You were so fucking selfish, Kacchan! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you so much!” Deku cried convulsively, weak on the knees, almost falling if not for the blond holding him in his arms, embracing him with all his might.

“I know. I know, Izuku, and I’m so fucking s-sorry. I gave you the excuse of not w-wanting to hurt you… But the t-truth is that I was afraid that you’d h-hurt me. And a part of me thought that if we didn’t become more than friends, then you wouldn’t hurt me, and—

I wouldn’t lose you. 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘥. And I blame myself for that every fucking day,” Katsuki revealed, now almost splayed on the grass with the man he loved on his lap.

He cupped his face gently and ran his fingers through freckles that lately he had seen only in his dreams.

“Izuku… You are my most important person, and no matter what, I’ll always love you. I just… if you could give me a chance… I’d do anything to make up for what I did,” Katsuki leaned his forehead against his.

“There’s not a day in which you didn’t cross my mind, or a day in which I didn’t miss you. I wanted to reach out to you, but I knew I didn’t deserve that. I managed with the crumbles that our common friends and the international news would give me to not go insane. You seemed—

happier, and that was enough for me, to wish you the best from afar. But when I saw you tonight, Deku, I…”

“I hope you understand that I needed to leave to heal… I could have n-never done that with you beside me. A-And I hate myself, because even after all this time, my heart hasn’t scarred completely after you pierced it,” Deku uttered between them, placing his hands over Katsuki’s.

“As much as it hurt me not having you for the last three years, that was for the best,” the blond sighed with melancholy.

“Because that past version of me is not what I’d like to show to you…. to give you. So please… let this bastard be selfish one last time and allow him to do his best to gain your trust again,” he pleaded, burying his face on the crook of Deku’s neck.

That’s when he felt him. Izuku, encasing his arms around his back.

Katsuki laughed heartily as he cried.

Both stayed like that for several minutes before the blond gained the confidence to speak again.

“I miss hearing your mutterings and knowing what you are thinking.”

“I thought you hated that… Me muttering,” Deku chuckled.

“I lied. It’s the complete opposite. It soothes me,” Katsuki hugged him tighter.

“I miss patrolling together and being the invincible Wonder Duo that wins to save and saves to win.”

“Me too,” Izuku whispered, basking in the scent of nitroglycerin that he had been deprived of for so long.

“I can’t believe that you are here with me. It feels the same, as if nothing had changed, and yet… I’m aware that there’s a lot that’s new about you, and I want to get to know you again if you let me,” Katsuki told him, vulnerably.

“What is it that you want, Kacchan?” Izuku needed confirmation, because otherwise he’d go crazy after this.

“You. All I’ve ever wanted is you. I want you to see every single corner of my heart. I want you to be my boyfriend. And as bold as it sounds, I’d love for you to be my husband and life-partner,” Katsuki lifted his face to look at Izuku again, and there—

he met the most beautiful eyes that he’s known ever since he was a child.

“I’ve loved others, you know…” Deku confessed, as if ashamed.

“I don’t care... I don’t give a fuck of how much time has passed, or how many kisses have been stolen from you, as much as the jealousy engulfs me. The Old Hag told me once that there’s souls that are born bound. And I haven’t—

been able to get that idea out of my head. That’s you for me. You were born for me, Deku, and I was born for you.”

“Kacchan…” Izuku was in awe.

“Everything is wrong without you, Izuku. I don’t know what your plans are, but if you ever decide to leave again I’ll follow you. I won’t let you go. I’m done losing you, so, what do you say?” He put the ball on Deku’s court.

“Okay.” Izuku beamed at him along with the pain, the heartbreak and the hope for a new chapter together in their lives. And he looked breathtakingly beautiful.

Katsuki couldn’t help himself when he leaned in and captured his soft lips with his. It was more than what he had ever imagined, with thousands of colorful sparkles igniting inside him.

“S-Sorry, I… T-That was something I always wanted to—,” The blond was a flustered mess.

“What was that for?” Deku wondered, surprised.

“T-Today is kiss day…” Katsuki mentioned this as a flimsy excuse.

Izuku gave him a dopey smile. “You are so stupid,” he said with a blush on his tear-stained face, tangling his hands around the other’s blond spikes.

“I know.” Katsuki smiled back. “And I will do my best to deserve your love,” he swore before Izuku kissed him back.
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🧡💚

What can I say, it’s emotional hours.

I believe that the continuation of this story would be inspired by this one song, which talks about second-chances, a 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥-𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. I’d love to write it, but I already have too much on my plate.

open.spotify.com/track/1pHZf30W…

I’ll keep it saved in my bookmarks for it to become a possible future work.

To the top:

https://twitter.com/neva_writes/status/1661540545188044800?t=Z_j18sUcs44-F6l1SBGo7Q&s=19