Well-Suited [NSFW]

Happy Valentine's Day to Sassiko! Who is also one of my newest Patrons here, so thank you for your support! Sorry for making you wait, I couldn't get myself happy with the ending for a while lol. I hope you enjoy it!!

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Izuku sighed, leaning his head on his hand as Aizawa talked. He hadn’t gotten enough sleep the night prior, something that seemed to be becoming an eternal state in his life, and his free hand drew mindless doodles in his notebook margins just to stay awake. His pages were full of little swirly patterns that he would vehemently deny were vaguely heart-like in shape if anyone were to ask, a common link that persisted between pages and books, and the biggest reason he didn’t offer to lend people his notes unless they were incredibly desperate.

The ringing of the bell came as a greater relief than any triumph over a villain ever had, jolting him out of his daze, and Izuku slammed his books shut to make the quickest escape possible.

“One minute,” Aizawa sighed, when everyone began packing up their things. “There’s one more announcement I need to make.”

Izuku repressed the urge to groan, looking up at their teacher with an expression on his face that he knew was pathetic, but since he couldn’t get rid of it, he just had to hope it would make Aizawa take pity on him.

“As you all know, the school’s anniversary is tomorrow, and lots of events are going to be taking place as part of the celebrations. There will be esteemed heroes visiting from all over the country, maybe even some international guests, so I expect you all to be on your best behaviour. In fact, maybe try being on someone else’s best behaviour, since I’m not sure some of you even have the capacity to stay out of trouble.”

“I’ll be sure to keep them all in line, Sensei!” Iida assured him, with a stiff bow that made Izuku wonder if he’d ever stretched in his life. “I’ll ensure everyone is up to standard!”

Aizawa gave him a tired look, and Izuku knew they were having the exact same thought. After all, Iida was the one who once tried to murder a villain for revenge.

“Thank you, Iida,” he said regardless, setting a stack of flyers on the edge of his desk. “At any rate, the celebration will culminate with a formal gala tomorrow night. You will all be excused from your classes tomorrow to attend the various goings on. This will be a chance to meet and thank the people who help financially support the school, and also to talk with people who may be your future employers, after graduation, so unless you have extremely extenuating circumstances, I suggest that you all make a point to be there. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Sensei,” the class chorused – some more excited than others, Izuku couldn’t help but notice.

“This will not turn out like I-Island did,” Aizawa finished, suddenly sounding three times as exhausted as he’d started out. “Be prepared to mingle, not to fight. Class dismissed.”

He made a quick escape into the halls, vanishing into a throng of students heading for the dorms, and Izuku jumped when the noise erupted immediately. The entire class was buzzing with excitement and energy, speculating over who they might get to meet and planning out their last-minute party attire, but Izuku just wanted to go back to the dorms and sleep. It had been a long week, and it sounded like the weekend was going to be even longer.

“How about you, Midoriya?”

Izuku looked up with a start, blinking at the bright grin that was being aimed down at him. He hadn’t even noticed Kirishima and Kaminari arrive, but there they were, already tormenting Kacchan about all the parties and events that came straight out of his nightmares. Kacchan hated anything so… Extroverted. Honestly, Izuku wasn’t far behind him on that. He loved hanging out with his friends, sure, but deep down he was still the same awkward nerd he’d always been. He hadn’t quite managed to shake off the shyness he’d held since he was a kid – an expert at rambling about heroes to his friends and family, but completely hopeless at introducing himself to strangers.

“Oh, um, th-that’s… Not really my thing?” he spluttered out, blushing already. “I mean, I would love to meet all the heroes, and to hang out with you all, but I think I’d just end up… Hanging out in a dark corner, you know?”

“Nonsense! You’ll have a blast,” Kaminari grinned, shooting him a thumbs-up. “You can always hang out with me, if you want!”

“Thank you, Kaminari. That really does mean a lot.”

“My pleasure, dude! We can take a look at all the cute girls in pretty dresses, and the hot guys in sexy suits. It’ll be a great time!”

“Oh. Right. It’s, um, formal.”

“Yeah! And this time I don’t have to wear a waiter’s uniform!”

Sure enough, when Izuku listened to the chatter, a lot of their classmates were talking about I-Island. He supposed it made sense, after Aizawa’s comments, but it almost felt like the class were turning it into some kind of do-over. Most of the girls were talking about wearing their dresses from the party, since they hadn’t really gotten any use out of them, and other than a few like Iida who had lost their suits in the fights, the guys seemed more than happy to avoid a shopping trip.

Izuku had been so excited about his suit, that night – about the pinstripes so reminiscent of All Might’s favourite suit, and the fun bowtie that helped him avoid tying the regular kind. Now, though, he couldn’t help but cringe a little. It had been too big for him, the photos and videos all looked like he’d borrowed it from his big brother or something, and by the end of the night… Well it hadn’t exactly been wearable anymore, after such a rough fight. He was going to have to find something new, maybe Iida would be willing to help him pick something out?

When he looked up again, he found red eyes narrowed at him, the chatter of Kaminari and Kirishima blurring into background noise as Kacchan studied him so critically. Kacchan had worn a suit Kirishima gave him, that night. Did he even own the stuff, or did he give it back to Kirishima the moment the night was over? Did they even fit the same clothes? Kirishima was so much broader than Kacchan, comparable in the arms and shoulders maybe, but so straight-up-and-down where Kacchan was all curves. Not that Kacchan had likely cared that much, about a party he surely thought was lame and beneath him anyway. Hell, Kacchan probably wouldn’t even go to the anniversary party, he’d think it was beneath him or something.

“I should leave,” Izuku mumbled, stuffing his books in his bag and giving Kirishima a grateful nod when he moved to let Izuku up. “I need to get my homework done so I can get some sleep tonight. Have a good night, guys.”

“You too, Midoriya!”

He needed to make a decision quickly. The most formal thing in his closet was his school uniform which he was pretty sure wasn’t the vibe they’d be going for at the party. He would have to go out and get something, but what was even open on a Friday night? Maybe he could skip some of the festivities during the day to go out shopping, but Aizawa would likely frown at that just as much as skipping the gala. Damn it, why couldn’t the school give them some warning for once? He needed to just start keeping everything he could possibly need in his dorm room closet, on the off-chance it came in useful. Snow gear, swimsuits, formalwear, even some kind of costume for dress up parties. He’d already been caught out with that once, had been forced to draw on a sheet with a marker and call himself a ghost. He didn’t know how his classmates always seemed to be prepared for the wardrobe changes at a moment’s notice, but frankly he was too afraid to ask.

At any rate, that all led him back to Friday Night Shopping. He was going to have to take his chances, try to hunt down somewhere that was open late and stocked formalwear that would fit him off-the-rack and not look too ridiculous.

Hell, maybe he’d suck it up and ask Uraraka. She’d be happy to help him pick out a suit, right? Wasn’t that what best friends were for?

Finally decided, he pulled out his phone, tapping out a quick text as he headed to his room to change. His uniform was fine and all, but if he was going to be trying things on in a changing room, he could do with something a little less finicky to get on and off. Sweatpants, ideally, but he knew Uraraka would just send him back to change. So baggy jeans it was, and a t-shirt new enough to not be faded and full of holes.

Honestly, that was probably the reason he wasn’t prepared for everything. He just didn’t care when it came to clothes. It was the bane of half his friends’ existence.

“Absolutely!!” came the reply from Uraraka, and Izuku finally managed a little smile as he tucked his wallet into his pocket and headed back downstairs.

At least he could always count on his friends.

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“Oh, Midoriya dropped his notebook.”

Katsuki glanced back as Kirishima picked up the battered blue book, edges typically worn and torn like all Deku’s notebooks were. Where Katsuki kept all his books inside hard binders for safety and organisation, Deku just stuffed them haphazardly in his bag, uncaring of the poor condition they quickly ended up in. It was maddening, in a way. Even the stuff Deku wanted to keep forever, like his analysis books and autograph books, ended up in the same sorry state. Maybe Katsuki would buy him some hardback notebooks for his next birthday, make an attempt at cleaning up the nerd’s disasters.

“Hey, gimme that,” Kaminari grinned, leaning over to look as Kirishima flipped it open to smooth out some pages. “I’ll copy his notes while I have a chance!”

“I’m sure he’d let you if you asked.”

“Nah, I asked him once and he got all flustered and said I should copy them from Bakugou or Iida because they’d be better. I’ve seen him taking notes though, he takes so many, I bet they’re easier to follow than Iida’s. And god knows Bakugou won’t let us use his without dire consequences.”

“I didn’t know Midoriya was a doodler,” Kirishima mused, pausing to glance at the little images and patterns dotting his pages. “I guess it makes sense, with the way his brain works. A mile a minute, you know? He probably needs to keep his hand moving between tasks.”

“Quick, he might come back for it – are there any names in there?”

“Names? What for?”

“To see who he has a crush on!”

“Give me that,” Katsuki snapped, snatching it from their hands. “The nerd wouldn’t look at your shit, why are you looking at his?”

“Aww, so protective!” Kaminari cooed. “What a good boy.”

“Piss off,” Katsuki scowled, making a grab for the book and growling when Kaminari whipped it away. “I’ll give it to him.”

Kaminari took one more look at the book and fell silent for a moment, quickly snapping it closed before Katsuki could make another shot at him. He shook his head quickly, when Kirishima gave him a questioning look, and tucked it into his own bag for safe-keeping.

“Did you see something?” Kirishima asked, eyes wide. “Was there actually a name there?”

“No! No, of course not!” Kaminari insisted, not at all convincing as he clutched his bag tight to his chest. “I’ve gotta go!”

Katsuki glared at him, but Kaminari was gone before he could even stand up, out the door in an instant. He practically left a trail of smoke behind him, and Katsuki’s eyes narrowed at the empty doorway.

So the damn nerd had a crush on someone after all. There was no other reason Kaminari would react like that. Katsuki’s chest tightened at the thought, his lungs not quite co-operating with what the rest of his body told them to do. The thought of Deku, of all people, dating somebody was… Baffling. He’d just always assumed Deku would be there beside him, training and fighting and working, challenging each other, pushing each other to new heights. The idea of him not being there, of him being with someone else, was just… Something Katsuki had never considered, he supposed. Something that didn’t fit in with the image of their future that Katsuki had always pictured.

To drown out the thoughts, Katsuki stomped his way over to the school gym to take it out on the equipment. He wasn’t even sure why he was so mad about the whole concept, but something inside him was just burning with rage. There were other emotions in there too, things he couldn’t – or didn’t want to – identify, but it was much easier to just categorise them all as anger without thinking too hard about it all. He didn’t like the idea of having to deal with something else, it was already bad enough dealing with the few emotions he did allow through.

The gym was always abandoned straight after classes ended. Katsuki knew plenty of his classmates got up early to work out, or got an hour in before bed, but when the bell rang most of them wanted time to relax and unwind, to grab something to eat or just chat with their friends for a bit. Katsuki considered it the best time of day to go, mostly for that reason – he didn’t have to compete with people for the machines he wanted, or deal with assholes leaving their weights unracked after using them, leading Katsuki into a five-minute treasure hunt through the various rooms of the gym complex until he found the dumbells or the plates he needed. If there were other students there at the same time, there were few enough of them that they could co-exist in peace; someone in the cardio room while Katsuki did his weights, or someone doing their strength workout while Katsuki stretched in the warm-down room. It gave him all the space he needed to turn his headphones up loud and retreat into his own little world.

Over the course of an hour and a half he managed to calm the swirling pit deep in his stomach, his breaths evening out as he put himself through the slow, steady rhythm of weightlifting. There was something soothing about the methodical nature of it all, the sweat dripping down his face, the dull ache as he pushed himself to his limits. By the time he was done, all the irritating thoughts were pushed aside, practically forgotten, and Katsuki breathed deeply again as he walked through the cool evening back toward his dorm room.

He heard a familiar laugh as he got closer, eyebrows knitting together again when he saw the two faces heading his way, both lit up with bright smiles that made their eyes go all squinty and wrinkled. Deku carried a bunch of shopping bags in one hand, logos that looked vaguely familiar but that Katsuki didn’t want to stare at and decipher. Something about the way they stood so close and laughed together made Katsuki grit his teeth, stomping past them when they met at a junction in the paths.

“Oh, hi Kacchan!” Izuku said brightly. “You been at the gym?”

“Unlike someone,” he snapped, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “So preoccupied hanging out with a chick that you can’t even keep track of your notes.”

“Bakugou,” Uraraka said, tone laced with a disappointment that only made Katsuki angrier. “Come on.”

“Dunce Face has your book, when you decide to actually do some work for once,” Katsuki continued, glaring at Deku once more before he headed up the stairs to the dorm building. “If you wanna fail at being a hero because of girl-shit, feel free, but I ain’t waiting for you to catch up.”

Deku’s shoulders slumped a little, his face falling, and Katsuki looked away before the idiot could make him feel guilty for calling him out. Damn Deku was always so pitiful.

“Thanks, Kacchan,” he said finally, voice oddly quiet. “I’ll grab it from him tomorrow. I won’t fall behind, I promise.”

“Better not.”

He stormed off to his room, already cursing himself for the way Deku had deflated so quickly. It seemed like everything he did made the nerd depressed, it was no wonder he spent all his time with the extras who made him smile, instead. Even when Katsuki tried to be one of them, it never worked out. He’d pretty much given up on making Deku happy, at this point.

That didn’t make it any easier to see him happy with someone else though.

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Izuku watched as Katsuki stormed off to his bedroom, feet rooted to the ground as his good mood faded away quickly. He should have known Katsuki wouldn’t approve of all the frivolous activities, it was no wonder he was in such a bad mood. After all, they’d just had their Saturday morning classes cancelled in favour of parties and social stuff – to anyone else that was amazing, but to Katsuki it was one of the first things that could have happened. He probably wouldn’t even go to the gala, if he could help it. So much for the wild fantasies that had been living in the back of Izuku’s mind.

“Don’t worry about him, Deku,” Uraraka said softly, patting him on the shoulder. “We’re gonna have a blast, and you’re not gonna fall behind just for one evening out shopping. Besides, you’re gonna look amazing tomorrow! It’ll be great!”

“Thanks, Uraraka,” Izuku smiled softly, giving her a quick nod. “I’m okay, he’s kind of right, I need to fit in some training and homework time! Maybe I’ll skip going home on Sunday, I’m sure my mother will understand.”

“But you love spending time with her! It’s only half a day of classes, Deku, you won’t fall behind anyone! We’re all taking that time off, after all. Don’t let him get to you! Just enjoy the party!”

“I guess so. Thank you, again. For all of this.”

“It was my pleasure! I had a lot of fun shopping with you!”

“I’m glad.”

He headed upstairs to hang his new suit in the closet, flopping onto his bed covers to close his eyes for just a minute before he went off to be productive again. He still needed to make dinner, do some homework, and maybe go for a run or hit the gym or something too. He’d hoped he could convince Kacchan to do some training with him, a few rounds of sparring or maybe a game of catch-a-Kacchan, but now that felt like a hopeless endeavour. Kacchan was not only in a bad mood, but seemed particularly pissed at Izuku himself. He wasn’t sure exactly what he’d done – their entire school was taking the time off, after all, but maybe he’d just expected better from Izuku? Unlikely, but kind of a nice thought, that Kacchan would expect something from him.

As his eyes fell closed, Izuku’s thoughts drifted back to the interaction, to the annoyance in Kacchan’s expression when he saw Izuku and Uraraka hanging out. If he didn’t know any better, Izuku might have thought Kacchan was jealous in that moment. Uraraka was a strong, capable hero, after all. If Kacchan was going to like someone, she’d probably be right near the top of the list. Maybe he really was jealous? That was a weird thought. It made Izuku inexplicably jealous himself, in all honesty. Uraraka was smart, and fun, and cute, and sweet – she and Kacchan would make a good couple. The thought of it made him shudder, though – the thought of anyone dating Kacchan, no matter how lovely and deserving they were, made his stomach clench. It didn’t matter that it was impossible, Izuku’s brain still insisted on dreaming about…

“Dunce Face has your book.”

Izuku shot back up, eyes wide and chest heaving. Kaminari had his notebook. Of all the people who could have picked it up, Kaminari was one he could count on to peek inside. To peek inside and see…

Oh no.

Izuku stumbled out of his room on unsteady legs, sprinting up the staircase to thump on Kaminari’s door. He was almost hyperventilating by the time Kaminari yanked the door open, eyes wide over the sudden interruption, but when he saw Izuku’s face the worry quickly morphed into a little smirk. He leaned against the doorway, eyeing Izuku over, and waited patiently for the words to come.

“M-My b-book,” he stuttered. “K-Kacchan said you h-have it?”

Kaminari reached back into his room, picking up a familiar blue notebook, but when Izuku made a grab for it he just laughed, twitching it out of his reach.

“I didn’t know you were a doodler,” he chuckled. “M I plus B K, very cute.”

Izuku felt his face flood with heat, and Kaminari took pity on him, handing over the book and watching with amusement as Izuku clutched it to his chest.

“I won’t say anything,” Kaminari assured him, before he could choke out the words. “I’m not like that.”

“I know,” Izuku mumbled. “But um… Did he see it? He seemed mad earlier, I was wondering if…”

“He didn’t see it.”

“Oh, thank God.”

“I refused to let him look, so he’s probably off stewing about who his Deku has a crush on.”

“Oh. That… Makes sense. He was complaining at me about wasting my time and falling behind. I guess he didn’t just mean the gala.”

Kaminari glanced down the hall to make sure it was clear, lifting a hand to his mouth and leaning in close to Izuku’s ear.

“Our Blasty is a little jealous,” he whispered conspiratorially. “He doesn’t like the idea of you giving someone else more attention than you give him.”

“Why would Kacchan care?”

Kaminari gave him a scathing look, and Izuku’s face burned again. He took a step back, waving his hands frantically, and Kaminari laughed brightly in return.

“You could always ask him to the gala with you,” Kaminari suggested. “Everyone is going anyway, so you can play it off if he does refuse, but wouldn’t it be nice to go together?”

“He would never.”

“Okay,” Kaminari shrugged. “Whatever you say, dude. Just keep it in mind!”

“Yeah,” Izuku huffed, running a hand through his hair awkwardly. “It’d be nice, you’re right, but… It won’t happen, he wouldn’t do it. I’ll be surprised if he shows up at all.”

“You could convince him.”

“I couldn’t, he hates it when people tell him what to do.”

“You’re not people, you’re his Deku.”

Izuku didn’t know what to say to that, but Kaminari just gave him a fond pat on the shoulder, his smile weirdly understanding, comforting even.

“I won’t say anything,” Kaminari promised. “But I think you should. Just thinking about it, okay?”

“Okay,” Izuku agreed, breathless. “I’ll… Think about it.”

“Good luck, dude.”

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Katsuki rolled his eyes as he stepped into the room, shoving Kirishima aside and scanning the crowd. His friend had been all over him since the moment he’d agreed to wear the stupid outfit, so damn pleased with himself for getting Katsuki to agree. The fact that he’d gotten them lost on the way in should surely have dampened his spirits, but Kirishima’s seemed dry as ever.

He finally spotted his target across the room, chatting with the blonde chick whose name Katsuki hadn’t bothered to memorise. His eyes narrowed when he saw them, as if his glare alone could stop them from standing so close to each other, but Kirishima’s elbow in his ribs quickly disrupted his efforts.

“Just ask him,” Kirishima insisted. “He’ll say yes!”

“I’m not asking him shit.”

“Then tell him. It’s Midoriya, he’ll know what you mean! Hit him with a ‘nerd, dance’ like the caveman you are, he’ll still say yes.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

“He won’t, you know he won’t.”

“Ugh.”

“Go, man. You’ll regret it if you don’t.”

Katsuki hated to admit it, but he knew Kirishima was right. He didn’t exactly get a lot of chances to do non-school stuff with the nerd, he should really take the opportunity while it existed.

“Fine,” he huffed, glaring at Kirishima’s bright grin. “Don’t say a damn word.”

“I won’t! Go get him!”

As much as every instinct screamed against it, Katsuki marched himself across the room with purpose, staring down at Deku in his too-big pinstriped suit until he felt the gaze burning into him and turned.

“Kacchan!” he said, lighting up so brightly that Katsuki had to resist the urge to shove a hand in his face. “You came!”

“Yeah,” Katsuki huffed, glancing away for a second to give him a moment to compose himself.

“It’s good to see you!”

“Dance with me.”

The words came out hurried and abrupt, but Deku didn’t seem to notice, too busy staring up at him with wide eyes shining like emeralds.

“Me?” Deku clarified, giggling when Katsuki huffed at him again. “Yeah! Let’s dance!”

Katsuki offered him a hand, and Deku accepted it with no hesitation. He’d never been one to flinch away from Katsuki’s hands, like so many others had. The moment his quirk had emerged, people had begun avoiding his hands, but Deku had just watched them with awe and admiration. Now, the fingers wrapped around him like they were made for each other, slotting together like two puzzle pieces that had been waiting for years to find their place in the bigger picture.

When they reached the dance floor, Deku tentatively wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s neck, pulling them a little closer. Katsuki responded in kind, resting his hands on Izuku’s lower back, and together they swayed awkwardly to the bad music.

“I’m glad you asked me,” Deku smiled, tilting his head to rest on Katsuki’s shoulder. “I was hoping you would.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He turned his head, contorting a little to plant a tiny, awkward kiss on Izuku’s cheek, and Izuku giggled at the touch, lifting his head again and pulling Katsuki closer, their noses almost touching.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly.

“Damn right you can,” Katsuki smirked, leaning in to meet him. “It’s about time.”

Katsuki hated that he'd had to wake up at that exact moment, had to miss the most important part of the whole damn dream, but maybe, just maybe, he'd get his chance tonight. That was the thought that kept him going, as he got dressed up in the stupid suit his mother had dropped off. The last one, the one Kirishima had gotten him, had gotten beat up on I-Island, and while he could probably have gotten away with just getting a new shirt, his mother had insisted on picking him out “something nice” and he really hadn’t had the energy to argue with her. So now it was a grey suit, infuriatingly well tailored – did his mother just keep all his measurements on file or something?? – with a black shirt underneath. She’d supplied him with a tie, too, which he’d immediately thrown into the back of the closet, before retrieving it reluctantly as he stared in the mirror.

He looked like a nerd, but at least he was a hot nerd.

The party was already in full swing by the time he arrived, the massive school hall filled with heroes and students alike, and for a moment Katsuki almost turned around and left again. There were too many people, too many strangers – he wouldn’t even find Deku in the mess, let alone get him away from the crowds to ask for a dance.

“Wow, look at you!”

Katsuki looked up to find Round Face heading his way, grinning at him in her typically cheeky way. She took a moment to eye him over, scanning him from his shiny black shoes all the way up to the blond spikes he’d tried his best to tame just a little.

“You look good, Bakugou!” she finished, when Katsuki still didn’t speak. “Very handsome! Did you bring a date?”

“God no,” Katsuki snorted, his cheeks growing a little too warm for his liking. “Just here to make an appearance so Aizawa can’t whine at me”

“Well, I’ll vouch for you!” she promised, grinning at him once more. “I’ll let him know that you not only showed up, but showed up wearing a tie!”

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious, you look great,” she told him, a little more solemnly. “A bunch of us are hanging out by the bar, if you want to join us? They won’t let us drink, but we get free soft drinks which is still pretty good. Sugar highs are almost like being drunk, right?”

“Whatever,” Katsuki grumbled, looking away. “Sure.”

“Cool! This way, then!”

She prattled on about something as they walked, weaving their way through throngs of people, but Katsuki let it go in one ear and out the other until the one important world jolted him back to attention.

Deku.

“He was so nervous!” Uraraka giggled. “He was bright red the whole time he was trying stuff on, and he kept getting excited about these super-bright things in All Might colours. Because of course he did, right? I felt so bad shooting him down, but he was really good about it. He knew he wanted to look handsome, and he just trusted me to help with that, you know? He’s so sweet, but his taste in clothing is just so bad sometimes!”

“I know,” Katsuki grunted. “It always has been.”

“Maybe you can teach him a thing or two!” she laughed, tugging at his sleeve lightly. “What made you choose silver?”

“It’s what I had.”

“But when you bought it, I mean.”

“My mother.”

“Really?”

“One of the designers she works with made it,” he admitted, grimacing. “I’ll wear whatever.”

“You get free designer clothes?!”

“Yeah. Why, you want some?”

“Are you kidding me?! Of course I do!”

Katsuki stopped, still a good few metres away from the cluster of their peers, out of earshot with the mass of people talking around them.

“Answer a question for me then forget I ever asked, I’ll make her get you a dress or some shit.”

“Deal!”

“Are you and Deku a thing?”

“No, not at all,” Uraraka assured him, a wry smile tugging at her lips. “He’s waiting for a certain amazing someone.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just ask him to dance, Bakugou,” Uraraka smiled fondly. “He’ll say yes.”

“He will? Wait, shit, I-”

“He will,” Uraraka cut him off, before he could take the words back. “Ask him.”

She skipped off ahead without letting him argue, and despite the glare he levelled her with, Katsuki followed.

“Kacchan!” Deku said brightly, the moment they got close enough. “Wow! You look so handsome!”

Katsuki froze when he saw the nerd looking up at him, his unruly curls combed into some semblance of tame, his cheeks rapidly turning pink under Katsuki’s gaze.

“Hey,” he grunted finally, eyes trailing down to dark shoes, his bright red sneakers gone for once in his life, and back up over a simple, dark suit. “You um… Too.”

Deku lit up like it was the most beautiful compliment in the world, and despite having the entire class staring at them eagerly, waiting for it to happen, Katsuki awkwardly held out a hand.

“Do you wanna?”

“Do I… Want…?”

“With me,” Katsuki clarified, jerking his head awkwardly toward a dance floor full of clingy couples. “Do you?”

“More than anything!”

Katsuki cracked an awkward smile, watching Izuku clumsily wrap their hands together, just like he’d felt so many times in his sleep. This time, though, he gripped the scarred hand back. It was the one thing he’d always regretted, when he woke up – he shouldn’t have let Izuku be the one to hold on, he should have shown the nerd that he wanted it too.

“I was trying to get up the courage to ask,” Izuku told him sheepishly, squeezing lightly at Katsuki’s hand. “I thought you would be mad.”

“Mad?” Katsuki snorted. “Like hell. Even if I hated you, it’s still a compliment or whatever, right?”

“So… you don’t hate me?”

“Of course not, idiot. I… Uh. Like you, I guess.”

“Really?” Izuku asked, eyes shining. “I like you too, Kacchan!”

“Date me, nerd.”

“Gladly!”

Katsuki pulled him in close, slotting his hands into the little spot on the small of Izuku’s back where he’d always imagined them going. They fit perfectly, like the spot was made for him, and with a grin that refused to fade, Izuku wound his arms around Katsuki’s neck.

“I’m so happy, Kacchan.”

“Me too.”

“I’m glad I can make Kacchan happy.”

“Can I make you happy too?” Katsuki asked, leaning in a little and resting their foreheads together – apparently his unconscious brain underestimated Izuku’s height a little. “Can I…?”

“Yeah.”

Katsuki brought their lips together with no hesitation. He half-expected to wake up right as they met, like he usually did, but this time he felt the warm, slightly chapped lips against his, Deku’s head tilting slightly to let them fit together just right. The world didn’t stop turning, the music didn’t stop, and no one shrieked at them for their inappropriate behaviour – instead, the world just went on as it was, as it had always been, as if this new addition to the universe was just right.

They remained linked for a number of songs, couples coming and going around them, tentative kisses exchanged as they felt the urge, but mostly they just swayed comfortably in each other’s arms, listening to the beautiful music filling the room, and enjoyed each other’s gentle touches for what might have been the first time in their lives.

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Kacchan insisted on walking Izuku back to his dorm after the dance ended, but Izuku refused to let him make all the moves. When he unlocked his door, and Kacchan opened his mouth to say goodnight, Izuku instead captured it in another kiss. He led Kacchan into his room, locking the door again behind them, but when he moved to shed his jacket, Kacchan halted him.

“Keep it on.” He smirked, lips curling against Izuku’s. “You look hot.”

“I do?”

“Uh-huh.”

He slid a hand up underneath Izuku’s shirt, running callused fingers over his abs, and Izuku moaned into his touch, pulling Kacchan onto the bed. He shuddered at the gentle touches Kacchan ran across his skin, and Kacchan pulled back from the kiss to smile at him faintly, eyes darting down to his pants.

“Can I?”

“God yes.”

He deftly undid Izuku’s fly, snorting when he found the red, white and blue striped underwear underneath, but yanking it down all the same. Izuku’s breath hitched, and Kacchan stopped immediately, despite the way it made Izuku whine.

“Is this okay?” Kacchan asked, brushing a few curls back from Izuku’s sweaty forehead.

“Yes,” Izuku insisted. “Please.”

“Have you done this before?”

“N-No but that’s- I’m- I still want to-”

“Relax,” Kacchan stopped him, pressing another gentle kiss to his lips. “We don’t have to go all the way on date number one. Can I jerk you off?”

“Yes, please.”

“And me, too? We can come together.”

“God, yes.”

“Okay.”

He pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees, his hard cock springing free, and Izuku moaned when he felt it against his thigh. Kacchan slotted them together, his hand gripping as best he could around both their shafts, and with his eyes locked on Izuku’s, he began to stroke. It was like nothing else Izuku had ever experienced, so much better in every way than his rough solo jerk sessions had ever been, and he found himself bucking his hips up to press against Kacchan’s, to get more friction between them.

Kacchan quickly gave up on stroking them, dropping a little lower to rest on his elbows, kissing along Izuku’s neck as he bucked his hips to rub them against each other. It was a little messier, a lot less accurate, but something about it felt so hot that Izuku didn’t even care.

“It’s okay,” Kacchan assured him, when Izuku began to squeak and stutter. “Come for me, Deku. Let me make you feel good.”

“Feels so good,” Izuku gasped, gripping Katsuki’s hips and pulling him in, jamming them together tightly. “Kacchan please.”

“Show me, Deku. Show me how good you feel.”

Katsuki wasn’t sure who came first, only that there was a sticky, sweaty mess between them, and that they were both slowing down a little in response, panting as they came to their senses. Izuku whined quietly, and Katsuki rolled off to lie beside him, fumbling for Izuku’s hand to hold.

“If I’d known it would feel like that I might have tried it sooner,” Izuku chuckled, turning his head when Katsuki tensed up. “With you, I mean. I’d have asked you, taken the risk.”

“So you only want me for my dick?” Katsuki smirked, rolling over and propping his head on his hand. “Good to know.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah,” Katsuki agreed, planting a chaste kiss on Izuku’s lips. “Not too much for the first time?”

“God no.”

“I’m glad. We’ll work it all out together, okay? Whenever you’re ready. I’ll take care of you, help you out.”

“You’re the best, Kacchan.”

Katsuki glanced down at the mess between them, soaking their pants and underwear, and snorted as he kicked his pants off the side of the bed.

“Looks like I might need a new suit. Again.”

“Can’t we just clean them?”

“Yeah, I look forward to asking a dry-cleaner to get cum stains out of my suit.”

“Point taken,” Izuku huffed a little laugh, rolling over to rest his head on Katsuki’s shoulder. “I guess we should get cleaned up, huh?”

“That depends.”

“On?”

“You want a round two first?”

Izuku lifted his head, grinning when he found the little smirk waiting for him on Katsuki’s lips, and nodded eagerly as he threw his pants aside.

“Sounds like fun, Kacchan.”

“Damn right it does.”