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New Chapter Alert

Hey, y’all! 

New chapter for Not Without You just dropped.  It’s not too smutty on my AO3, but fanservice is heavily implied.  As always, it’s more appropriate here on tumblr.  

Try and ignore the little mistakes.  Thank you and enjoy! 

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Not Without You, Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Jumping Between Memories 

“Wow, what an amazing quirk!” a teacher gloated on Katsuki after his hands accidentally sparked up during class.

“You’ll be a great hero someday.” another told him.  

His eyes grew wide in amazement when he first heard those words.  He looked at his hands in astonishment, total bewilderment at the blessing that was now bestowed upon him.

“Your quirk is amazing, Kacchan!” Izuku told him.  

Izuku had told him that twice in his life.  The first time was when they were little.  Young Katsuki being followed by his little Deku, who trotted behind him, telling him of his incredible attributes he already knew about himself thanks to all the other people who had told him similar things.  The other was a little over a year ago during a brief fight where Katsuki had exposed his insecurities about Shoto.

At the time, Katsuki could feel that Izuku wasn’t telling him everything, especially when it came to his friendship with Shoto Todoroki.  Izuku was holding a secret, something that only the two of them could share—it was irritating for Katsuki, not to know what it was.  Katsuki tried to breathe through the anger and not to lash out at Izuku.  Calm down, he had told himself.  But he didn’t want to lose him.  Not to that bastard, anyway.  “Deku.  I’m not just anybody.  I can hold a secret.”  Izuku shook his head and Katsuki’s quirk grew hotter in his chest.  He felt the heat run down his arms and he quickly hugged the sides of his body, muffling the wet, warm sweat in his hands that had begun to ignite.  “Hell, I’m holding the most important secret in the world for you right fucking now, in case you forgot.”

Again, Izuku shook his head.  Before Katsuki could say anything to combat it, Izuku told him, “I’m thankful for that, Kacchan, really, but this is important to him!”

Important to him?!  He’s not fucking serious, right?! Katsuki could feel the sweat start to drip down the sides of his torso.  The heat was substantial like a furnace running through him.  “To him?  What about what’s important to ME?”

There were two knocks on the wall—Uraraka’s way of telling them that they were getting too rowdy. The last thing they wanted to do was blow their cover and have Aizawa catch Izuku in his room.  But Katsuki was so scared of losing Izuku.  He was scared of everything that he had done wasn’t enough. A slow exhale left him.  He won’t leave you!  It’s okay, you two will be alright. Katsuki tried to tell himself, but he couldn’t stop.  Izuku’s time with him was so precious and it was already being lost.  Katsuki let go of his body and sat down in his desk chair. He waited a few moments, giving his mind and body time to recover.  It took a few seconds, but his hands eventually stopped smoking and he gained a little more control.  “Am I not important?”

Izuku sat down on the bed across from him.  They were quiet until Izuku said, “Kacchan.” he said, a little flute playing in between each letter.  Katsuki melted hearing his nickname that Izuku had given him.  While direct, there was also a warmth and calmness in his voice. “You are important.”

“It just—,” Katsuki started. I just want to be with you and it seems like you don’t want to be with me.  Rather than say that, Katsuki decided to take a different route. “It seems like you spend so much time with everyone else.  It’s not fair.” Be with me. I’m only ask for your time, Deku.

“You’re allowed to have friends.  Why can’t I?” he asked Katsuki.    

Even then, Katsuki could feel that there was something Izuku wasn’t telling him.  He leaned back in the chair, smirking slightly, but narrowing his gaze.  “It’s not just that, though.  Is it?”  Katsuki could feel Izuku thinking.  It was a piece of Izuku that Katsuki had actually grown to love over the years: Izuku was smart, but Katsuki couldn’t help but feel that in this moment, Izuku was being more calculated and tactical rather than truthful.  It didn’t encourage Katsuki.  He wanted to be reassured, but feared that Izuku was just thinking of a way to strategically bullshit his way through an answer.  But instead, to Katsuki’s surprise, Izuku said bluntly: “You have nothing to worry about.”

He tried to hide the tears that welled up in his eyes.  I told you I’d give you my all.  Why aren’t you doing the same? He closed his eyes, but he could still feel the water behind his eyelids.  He sniffled loudly.  I don’t want to lose you, Deku. Katsuki got up from the chair, quietly walking over to him.  He lifted Izuku’s chin and gently placed his lips upon Izuku’s, a light, soft kiss. Instantly, Katsuki could feel all the tension leave him.  Please, just let me love you.  “Okay, Deku.” Katsuki said releasing the kiss, and wrapped himself around Izuku, holding his shoulder’s tightly and placing his forehead in the crook of his neck. He kissed Izuku’s collarbone.

“Could you make yourself warm?” Izuku asked him.  “It’s kind of cold.”

Katsuki chuckled quietly and handed Izuku the U.A. jacket he was wearing.  Katsuki’s shoulders were bigger and broader than Izuku’s, but Izuku’s arms were larger.  Despite being fit to Katsuki, it looked great on Izuku, making his muscles bulge through the sleeves.  “Come here.” he told Izuku, laying down.  He held out his arm.  “I’ll warm you up.”  Izuku smiled, blushing slightly and laid atop of Katsuki, who pulled up the blanket.  He felt his body hum as he warmed his chest, trying to isolate the heat underneath the blanket.  He pulled Izuku in closer.  “Better?” Katsuki asked him.  

Izuku nodded.  “Your quirk is amazing, Kacchan.”

My quirk…

Katsuki was almost instantly jolted back to the present.  He looked up at his hands, feeling the heat rush to his fingertips.  He laid down in his dorm room, on a mattress he basically threw on the floor.  He hadn’t done much decorating to this room, since he was hardly ever in it.  During the week, he mostly spent the nights in a small city just outside of where U.A. where Katsuki did his work study.  His weekends, when he was off, was spent with various women, most of whom were just one-night stands.  He didn’t bother learning any of their names, just wanted to literally get in, get off and when the morning came, get out.  

It honestly felt strange to him to be back on campus on a Friday night.  The woman that he had been messaging online had canceled on him and he called his boss to let him come in, Radioactive had Yoyo talk him into staying on campus.  

“Bakugou, I appreciate the help, really—,” Radioactive started, but Katsuki cut him off.

“Good, then I’ll be there in an hour.”

“—no, really, we can handle it.  Take the weekend for yourself.”

“I don’t understand what the big deal is.”

“Bakugou, your work ethic is admirable.  But we aren’t working on anything too big right now and we can handle the work load by ourselves.” he heard Radioactive sigh loudly.  “Why the hell does it sound like I’m talking to my fucking mother?!  For the love of fucking God—Yoyo, tell your friend to stay the fuck home!”

Katsuki could hear shuffling in the background and only imagined Yoyo cartwheeling over to the phone before saying in a horribly fake British accent,  “Hello, may I ask who I have the privilege of speaking to?”

“Yoyo, it’s me.”

“Not much of a privilege, then, is it?” Yoyo asked.  Katsuki could hear him smiling through the phone.  “You just finished one hell of a mission, maybe you should take it easy.” Yoyo said. “Really, sweetheart, it’s best if you just stay on campus for a night.  It won’t kill you.” Yoyo pleaded.  

“I—don’t want to be alone.” Katsuki confessed.  

“I know, honey, but I think some alone time would do you some good.”

“Can you—,” Katsuki started before sighing loudly.  “—just stay on the phone with me?”

There was silence.  “Okay, for a few minutes.  What shall we discuss?” Even over the phone, Katsuki could hear Yoyo thinking.  “Oh!  Shall we gossip about your class?”

“I did Detonation in class yesterday.”

“OH!” Yoyo said loudly, and Katsuki had to pull the phone away from his ear.  “The new ultimate move Radio’s been teaching you!  How did it go?”  Yoyo’s voice lowered.  “Was he impressed?”

Katsuki opened his mouth to yell at him, but then immediately closed it.  He hadn’t really thought about whether or not Izuku was impressed with his new move.  “I hope so.” he whispered to his friend.  

There was a time when Izuku was impressed with anything Katsuki did.  A time when Katsuki could’ve crawled all over the quirkless boy and Izuku still would have followed him.  Izuku held Katsuki in such high esteem.  But he doesn’t anymore.  He hated being on campus alone.  He hated not having anything to do.  These sorts of thoughts always came back, playing like a movie relentlessly over and over again, bouncing around in his head.  

He thought about Izuku when he awoke in the morning and tirelessly tried to distract himself from thinking about him for the rest of the day.  For the third years mainly, since they mainly focused on work studies, most of the students weren’t on campus much.  The time they did have class was rough, especially when both he and Shoto were in class with him.  They both worked at Endeavor’s agency, so one or both were always gone on various missions. Radioactive was a small time, local hero but promised Katsuki he could push his quirk to it’s full potential.  And he hadn’t lied.  Katsuki was now able to use his quirk in various different ways simultaneously, even pushing it to detonation, a move that he hadn’t been able to do previously.  Katsuki was thankful for his mentor, but also for the distraction from his thoughts.

His phone buzzed—a message from one of the dating apps: IT’S A MATCH! and a message that read: You’re the Explosion Hero Kacchan, right?  He was surprised, considering Radioactive was such a small-time hero. Yeah, that’s me, he messaged back. The response came quickly, but it was a link.  Katsuki pressed it and it took him to an article from a mission he had completed over last summer.  It was one of his first missions with Radioactive.

“Prove yourself.” his mentor had told him.  “I won’t help someone that isn’t willing to help others.”

Katsuki smirked, a smile from ear to ear.  “Just tell me what I have to do.”

An explosion had engulfed a government facility.  It was unknown whether villains would be there, but Katsuki was told to rescue anyone from the building without causing further injury.  When they arrived on scene, Katsuki was shocked by the horror that he saw: people were jumping out of windows, their bodies covered in flames and trying to avoid being burned to death, they were killed instantly as their heads splattering against the pavement below.  

“Kacchan, save her!” Kastuki heard Yoyo yell out.  When Katsuki looked up, a woman that was holding on to a piece of the collapsing building had broken off.

“I got her!” Katsuki yelled back, jumping up off the ground and grabbing the woman.  He gave himself a slight blast back up into the air so he would have a smoother landing.  When both feet were firmly planted on the ground, he looked at her, quickly checking for any injuries.  He couldn’t see any, despite the outpour of tears flowing from her eyes.  Reminds me of fucking Deku.

“You—you rescued me.” She climbed out of his arms and shakily bowed, trying to be respectful.  “Thank you, young hero.”

Katsuki looked at the picture in the article the woman had sent him from the incident.  It was a picture that had been taken and plastered on almost every newspaper in Japan.  She was in his arms, her body clinging onto his tightly.  The Young Explosion Hero, Kacchan, Makes His Debut! He looked at the woman in the picture and then scrolled back to the app messages, where he clicked on her profile picture.  

Same woman. Katsuki thought before clicking on chat.  He read over her message: I’m not really looking for anything, but that was my sister you rescued.  I really just wanted to say thank you.  

Katsuki chuckled, thinking of what Kaminari would say in this situation.  Something stupid and vulgar, I’m sure.  But he typed out: Not necessary.  An ellipsis appeared on the screen and her response came quickly: I’d like to show you my gratitude, young hero…

He truthfully thought about it.  He wanted to say yes, he wanted to desperately to be in the company of someone, to have them love on him, suck him, fuck him.  He wanted to have someone show them how thankful they were, how appreciative they were that he was there for them and wanted to be shown that admiration in return.  

He scrolled through her pictures, trying to convince himself that he found her attractive.  “C’mon…” he tried.  He looked through the pictures, trying to find just one, but grew angrier the harder he looked.  When he couldn’t do it, he threw his phone across the room.  He cried, burying himself in his hands.  Why?  Why am I not over him yet?!  “God, what’s wrong with me?” he asked himself, just wanting something.  Did he not deserve to be happy?  Did he not deserve love? 

“No, I do.  Fuck it, I deserve someone to love me.” 

Send me an address. he finally messaged the woman.  Katsuki wiped his face off, zipping his pants back up, he left his room and made his way downstairs.  His phone buzzed once more with her address.  Katsuki was surprised when the elevator doors opened and he saw Kirishima on the couch next to Sero.  

“Hey, man, heading out?” Kirishima asked.  

Katsuki thought about staying in for the night and hanging around with Kirishima and Sero.  “Thought you were working on a big mission.”

“We are, but the meeting is downtown, so I’ll leave in an hour or so.”

Damn, Katsuki thought.  He would’ve much rather spent the night here than providing fanservice for a one-night stand.  “Yeah, I’m gonna head out.  I’ll send you the address.”  

After unsafe events from last year, the two gave each other their locations every time they left.  “Just be safe, bro.”

Katsuki took a screenshot and waited until Kirishima gave him a thumbs up that he received the message to head out the door.  He pulled out his earphones, placing one in each ear and opened the door leading outside—

and stared into the bright green eyes of Izuku.  Katsuki dared not take a single breath, nor could he avert his gaze.  His heart hammered against his chest, louder with each beat, faster with every second that passed; it deafened his ears, crashing hard against his ribcage, causing adrenaline to pump with his quirk, through his veins. The heat beat into the palm of his hands, dripping down into the very tips of his fingers.  The two could only look at each other as sharp threads of panic darted through him.  Katsuki wanted to speak, trying to force his mouth open, but as if his mouth was stitched completely shut.  He said nothing, didn’t move, couldn’t move.  

But Izuku just smiled, blushing slightly and said, “Kacchan.” a tiny flute playing in his voice.

The sound forced a breath that Katsuki had choked back and he exhaled a hot breath that condensed into the cold air.  Realizing how tense he was, he dropped his shoulders and unclenched his jaw.  He wasn’t completely relaxed, but there was comfort in the tone of that voice.  It wasn’t harsh or rude; it wasn’t shaky or scared; instead, it was just a simple word, but it was so familiar and made Katsuki feel so safe, so secure in that moment. And before he could stop it, he acknowledged Izuku back with a simple, yet familiar word of his own: “Nerd.”

He felt the heat rush to his cheeks as it left the seam of his lips.  He stepped past Izuku, finally able to tear his eyes away.  Each step was harder than the last as he moved forward. He swore he could feel Izuku’s eyes still on him, but when he turned around and started to say, “Deku—,” but the door to the dorm had closed, Izuku on the other side of it.  

Katsuki waited there for a few more seconds, just staring at the door.  The heat of his quirk still raged within his body.  Go after him, it told him, motivating him to walk back through the door.  Icy Hot isn’t here—it continued and he took a single step.  God, just say it again, Deku.  He took another step towards the dorm.  He wanted Izuku, needed him—

But he stopped himself. No, not like this.  Turning back around, he marched away from the dorm, lightly humming to himself.  Smiling from ear to ear.

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"Be careful..."

"You worry too much."

Some more sketches for the next chapter.

Inspired by instagram. Used a 2B to outline and color in Bakugou's shirt and smudged with a 7/16. For Midoriya, I used 2B to outline, 6B for shading and colored in his hair with an 8B lightly. Smudged with the same 7/16, but used a

1/8 for facial details like his freckles.

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Stay, Part 1: Chapter 9

Chapter 9: The Talk

Their kiss broke apart after a few seconds.  It was their first kiss—their first real kiss.  It was so soft like kissing a cloud.  He felt that kiss through his whole body and when it was released, Katsuki finally let out a breath against Izuku’s cheek where his nose rested.  He had tasted Izuku at long last, the lingering flavor of citrus still upon Izuku’s lips.  He licked his lips, trying to decide what tasted better, Izuku’s lips or being able to say the words, “I love you” to him freely.  He did so once more, saying it through his lips that were still against Izuku’s skin.  They stood quietly, their foreheads leaning together.  “Say something, Deku.” 

“Kacchan.” Izuku pulled away from him.  “I—I don’t know how to feel right now.” Katsuki’s heart sank.  He straightened himself up slightly, crossing his arms.  “You don’t—know.” Katsuki repeated back to him.  He had let his mind wander so far into fantasy that when this reality hit him, it was almost unbearable.  Izuku didn’t know how he felt?  Of course, how could he?  You’ve been such a dick this whole time.  But it still stung.  The fact that he had confessed to him, gave his heart to Izuku, allowing him to play with it for a tender moment only to have it crushed within his grasp.  

“Kacchan.” Izuku said, but Katsuki wanted to hear no more.  He moved to leave, but Izuku pushed him back.  Katsuki could feel a tint of One-For-All and heat blazed within his chest.  He wondered if this was going to turn into another fight, but Izuku yelled, “No, stay!”  

He…wants me to stay?  But why?  Hadn’t he said enough?   Izuku placed a hand on Katsuki’s chest and he heard a small, little fluted cry from the amount of heat.  Katsuki couldn’t turn it off—not now.  Not in this moment.  The fire burned within him, but Izuku didn’t move his hand.  “Please, Kacchan.  Stay.” 

Anger still raged within him, though.  With Izuku’s hand plastered against his chest, he found it difficult to focus, shaking from the anxiety.  “I won’t stay just so you can get off on rejecting me.  Just spit out what you want to say and get it over with.”

“Dammit, Kacchan, I’m not rejecting you!  I just don’t understand.”  Izuku placed a hand on his cheek.  The anxiety didn’t go away, but allowed him a few moments to take in a deep breath.  “We share a lot of things, a lot of secrets, Kacchan, but I can’t figure out is if that means I love you back or not.  With the way school has been going: you sneaking out to see Camie, and now the whole Kirishima thing, not to mention you just woke up from the infirmary—,” 

With every word, it seemed like he was trying to find reasons not to love Katsuki back.  “I get it, nerd.” he growled.  His quirk moved in waves through his body, pulsating through him at an outrageous heat.  Get ahold of it, he told himself.

“No, Kacchan, let’s talk through this.  You got to say how you feel, and now so do I, but we have to talk or else it won’t work.” Izuku said.  

“It.” A tiny glimmer of hope.  Katsuki wanted to just get up and leave, wanted to move, but that word, that little, insignificant word forced him to stay.  Izuku moved his hand off of Katsuki’s chest and took a few steps back.  Katsuki’s breathing started to regulate and he rubbed his wrist where most of the heat had stored itself, allowing it to dissipate through his arm and his hand to keep his sweat from igniting.  His eyes tore away from Izuku’s gaze, but he gestured for Izuku to continue once he regained control of his quirk, crossing his arms across his chest.  

“I know I’ve had strong feelings for you because we shared everything growing up.  But you really seemed to hate me.  You treated me like you did at least.”  He was quiet, inhaling deeply.  “I don’t know if you actually love me because of the things we share or if you are just confused and are lashing out.  I don’t know, Kacchan…” 

Katsuki uncrossed his arms and leaned back.  “Guess that’s it, then, right?  You don’t want me.” 

“I didn’t say that.  Just fucking LISTEN to me.”  Izuku said.  “I said our relationship is already complicated.  Even without a label.” 

“So, what?  Do you expect me to chase you until you decide that I’m what you want?” Katsuki could feel the temperature from the heat in his chest rise.  No, no, no, no.  He tried to suppress it, but a spark came flying out of his hands.  “Fuck.” Izuku squared his feet, a glimmer of One-For-All running across his face.  He’s in a fighting stance, Katsuki thought, and he threw his head back in a maniacal laugh.  “What?  You’re going to fight me?”  

“I’d like to try and talk this out before that happens.” Izuku said.  

“No fighting.” They heard Aizawa’s voice outside the door.  “But please, continue.”  

They both exchanged looks.  Izuku laughed a little.  “Never get any privacy around here.”  He face grew serious and he whispered, “How?” 

Katsuki was quiet, remembering back to what Yoyo had said to him weeks prior, spouting the similar few lines at Izuku: “You’ll have to be more specific. You’re either referring to how I knew the answer to number 3 of my math homework or—,” but he couldn’t push out the words.   

Izuku asked it for him, reading his mind.  “Why do you love me, Kacchan?” he asked quietly.

“Fishing for compliments now?” Katsuki asked annoyed.  He opened his mouth to speak, but immediately shut it, his throat completely dry.  He nervously swallowed, thinking to himself, Now or never, asshole.  He pushed himself off the desk and took a few steps towards Izuku, stopping in front of him, looking down into Izuku’s eyes.  He wanted nothing more than to grab him, throw him against the wall,—STOP!  No more fantasizing.  But Katsuki couldn’t help his mind.  Imagination overtook him again, allowing his eyes to wander down Izuku’s bare chest.  Katsuki wanted to touch his glistening pale skin, tracing over his scars lightly.  The scars that Katsuki had memorized each, where they were placed and how they got there.  The dark ones that clasped his skin together on his arms; the lighter ones that sprawled out onto his stomach.  Izuku’s feet were still squared off in a boxer’s stance, but Katsuki knew unless he made the first move that Izuku had no intention of fighting.  Katsuki shut his eyes, but could still see Izuku’s shape outlined perfectly in the darkness behind his eyelids.  Katsuki cursed under his breath, trying to be free from the tension in this moment. Sweat dripped down from his hairline and he was unsure if it was from his quirk or the intensity at which Izuku stared back at him.  

Katsuki ran his fingers across Izuku’s cheekbones and knotted into his hair.  He grabbed it, hard enough that Izuku made a sort of squeal.  “Do I really need a reason?”  He released Izuku’s hair from his grasp and covered Izuku’s mouth, placing his index finger over his own, indicating for him to be quiet.  Katsuki whispered into Izuku’s ear, “I’ve always loved your eyes.  Sometimes when we lock eyes like this,” he stared directly into Izuku’s bright, light green iris’.  Chills shivered down his spine, but his body flared from his quirk.  He grabbed Izuku’s hand and held it, containing just enough heat that Izuku would understand.  Can’t you feel what you do to me?  Izuku cursed at the amount of heat Katsuki produced.  “My quirk can’t control itself.  It’s like there’s a fire through my entire body.  When you held me that night—,”

“You’re not supposed to be in each other’s rooms after 9.” Aizawa yelled.  

“You have got to be fucking kidding me, it’s only like 7:30!” Katsuki took a step towards the door, ready to blast it open, but Izuku stopped him, placing a hand lightly on Katsuki’s cheek.

“Have you ever looked at your eyes, Kacchan?”  Izuku placed a hand on Katsuki’s cheek, peeling his gaze away from the door. 

Katsuki could bear it no more: he bent down, smashing his lips into Izuku’s, this time with more certainty.  Katsuki was cognizant of his hands, careful to not touch Izuku anywhere inappropriate in case Aizawa decided to break through the door.  But he did push his body against Izuku’s, a hand tangled itself into Izuku’s hair once again, a little moan escaping Izuku’s lips.  Izuku’s head cocked back, exposing a pale jawline that Katsuki started to kiss.  “I love you, Deku.” Katsuki said, trying to pull him in closer.  He bit down on Izuku’s neckline, once again covering Izuku’s mouth in case he squealed again.  He paused, gazing deep into Izuku.  He clamped his teeth together in a sinister smile—Izuku’s eyes were wide with surprise, his face red, turning his freckles darker.  Izuku pressed his head against Katsuki’s chest.  He must’ve gotten used to the heat. Katsuki wrapped his arms around Izuku’s shoulders, but his hands needed more.  He ran light fingers down Izuku’s back, circling around his waist and up his back.  Izuku let out another small moan as Katsuki continued to kiss the nape of his neck, his shoulders, his jaw.  

But Izuku took a step back, putting his own index finger on Katsuki’s lips.  Is he really stopping this?  But Izuku gestured at the door and Katsuki understood.  It didn’t stop him from being slightly annoyed.  “Okay, Kacchan.  Here’s my deal: we’ll try it for a month.  If we decide we like it, then we’ll keep it going.  If not, then we tried.  In that time, we don’t break up for anything, but we also give it 100%.  Agreed?”  Katsuki watched him bite down on his bottom lip.  “Agree or not Kacchan!”  

Katsuki nodded.  “Yeah, nerd, I agree.”  He reached in for another kiss before a loud cheer came from behind the door.  “That’s it.” Katsuki said, heading for the door, but before he reached it, the door burst open and Aizawa entered, his hair stood straight up.  Katsuki shivered from the cold as the internal inferno was suddenly put out.

“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOUR SHIRTS?!” Aizawa said, pointing at the two of them. “Um, well, he didn’t have one on when he got here and neither did I, so—,” 

But Aizawa wasn’t listening.  “WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR DESK, MIDORIYA?!”  There was a burnt stain on the front of one of the drawers. 

“It’s my fault, I—,” Katsuki started, but Aizawa wasn’t finished.  

“NOW THAT YOU TWO ARE A COUPLE, YOU ARE TO OBEY ALL THE RULES THAT OTHER COUPLES DO!!!  NO BEING IN EACH OTHERS’ ROOMS, NO PARTNERING FOR EXAMS AND CERTAINLY—,” he looked at Katsuki.  “—NO HOLDING EACH OTHER.  WHATEVER THAT MEANS.” 

“Yes, sir.” they both said.  Some of their classmates peered in the room.  Faces were staring at them, some terrified, some incredibly happy.  

“Ohmigod, I can’t wait to plan dates!” Mina Ashido chimed in. 

“GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!” Aizawa said, raising his voice to Katsuki. “JUST BECAUSE I TOOK OFF YOUR ANKLE BRACELET DOESN’T MEAN YOU’RE OFF THE HOOK!” 

He and Izuku just smiled at each other.  One month.  He had to prove himself for one month.  He winked at Midoriya on his way out before yelling at everyone else, “Why the hell can’t any of you shitheads mind your own business?!”

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Story Board

Hello!  I’m gaining like 3 followers a day and for those of you who are new, welcome!  I’m almost at 150 followers (I literally feel like I just hit 100).

Here’s a reorganization of my stories so far.  

Stay, Part 1 

AO3 

Tumblr 

AO3 is a little smuttier, 18+ readers only.  Tumblr is more PG-13.

Chapter 285, Reimagined 

AO3

Tumblr 

Both are mostly the same.  I tend to edit more on my AO3 page, so everything is more refined. 

I’m currently working on a super smutty (18+ ONLY, NSFW) Kinktober short story (that will be posted soon) and on request a Bakugou X Reader piece.  Also, Part 2 of Stay, which is happening a little slower than I would like, but it’s coming along too! 

Also, just because I think this story needs more recognition: 

@bkdk-writings-dump is an author here on tumblr who’s page is nothing but absolutely positivity for bkdk shippers.  The story For the Winter (I’ll Be Yours) they wrote on tumblr and AO3 deserves so much.  It’s one of my absolute favorite pieces of bkdk fanfiction.  If you haven’t already, please go check it out!   

That’s all for now!  

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Old Chapter for Heartbreaking Events

This is still one of my favorite BakuDeku chapters from the fic.  A Blast from the Past from my fic Stay, Part 1.  

I feel like if you need to read something cute after the events of BNHA Manga (Chapter 285), then this is the short chapter for you.  I cannot believe what happened.  It broke my heart.  We both stan, simp and (sometimes) even hate Kacchan, but he completely redeemed himself in my eyes.  I hope others see that too!  His character development is nothing short of incredible.  

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Stay, Part 1: Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Selfish Needs 

Katsuki tried so hard to remember how it happened last time.  How he and Izuku had even gotten to be alone together in the first place.  They hadn’t really even said anything.  They both just kind of read each other’s minds.  They synced together in a really harmonious kind of way and Katsuki didn’t know how to recreate that moment.  A text caught him off guard and he told Todoroki and Izuku to go ahead without him.  He waited and read the message from his mother: School called today.  We need to talk.

“Shit.” Katsuki said aloud.  He thought about calling her, right then and there.  He could just use his quirk to warm his body in the cold.  

“Hey there, hot stuff.” a voice said from behind him.  His quirk was set off slightly, but he suddenly grabbed his arms, muffling the crackling sounds when he saw Camie.

“What the fuck?” he asked her.  She exhaled deeply towards him and a phantom-like heart-shape flew out of her mouth.  “I could have killed you!”

“Yeah, sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” her voice was so sensual.  “But I originally came here to see your friend.  We were going to meet up, but then I saw you and thought, ‘Hmmmm, how do I get that yummy thing again?’” She giggled.  “Care to join us?” she said, eyeing him up and down.  The heart disappeared into the air when it touched his face.  He shook his head, but when he took a step forward, she jumped in front of him.

“Fuck, Camie.  I can’t.” he told her, pushing her out of his way.  “Have fun with Kirishima.”

She pouted and said playfully, “Aw, but I wanted to have fun with you!”  She grabbed the top of his pants, and started to unfasten his belt and for a moment, he didn’t want to stop her.  But when he looked down, the red light on his ankle bracelet blinked at him—a reflection in the snow, reminding him that he really needed to get back to the dorms.

“No.”  he said sternly as the lazily snowfall began to swirl in the wind.

“Let’s keep the night going.  I didn’t know how strong you’re quirk had gotten until the other night and I have to say,” she stood on her toes to reach his ear and whispered, “That really turns me on—,” He used an arm and pushed her out of the way.  

“If you want me to use my quirk to move you, I will.” he stared down at her.  

She rolled her eyes.  “Fine. I just—I don’t get to have fun. And the other night was so great. I hadn’t ever done anything like what we did.  I was just looking for it again.”

“I have other things to focus on.” he said sharply.  But she placed her hand on the front of his pants.  He took a deep breath, inhaling the cold air. “Don’t look so desperate.”

Her face drastically changed into slightly into a confused look, but there was a hint of jealousy in her eyes.  “There’s someone else, isn’t there?” she asked.  “Isn’t there?!”  

‘How the fucking hell did she know?’ He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.

“Who is she?”  She thought for a moment.  “Is it the girl with the creation quirk?  Or the pink one who can spit acid or whatever?”  

He huffed, but then asked himself:  ‘Christ, has she studied our whole fucking class?’  Not wanting to listen anymore, he shrugged, putting one of his headphones back in his ear, and started to walk away.  “Let it go, Camie.  Let’s just call what happened the other night a one-time thing and move on.” he said.  “Try not to corrupt Kirishima.” he said, walking away.  To make sure she didn’t follow him, he turned around before entering the dorm and she was gone.  

He walked to his room and seeing his school work, he picked it up and unlocked his door. The amount of work he had to complete before tomorrow was insane, but he remembered he’d been gone for a while, so he figured Izuku had completed at least some of it.  He hummed and took his blue P.E. uniform off.  Trying to get his pants over his ankle bracelet was rough, but he wasn’t going to let it deter him.  He was going to see Izuku.  Tonight. To at least just ask Izuku to hold him if nothing else.  “I need a fucking shower.” Wrapping a towel around his waist, he opened his bathroom door that was in his room and turned the water on.  Steam started to fill the bathroom, but just before getting in, he heard a loud knock at his door.  

‘Izuku?’ he thought, his mind totally fixated.  He rushed to the door to find not Izuku, but Mr. Aizawa.  He gulped. ‘Fuck, could the ankle bracelet read minds too?  Did Aizawa know what he was planning?’  “Today’s lesson was hard enough and I have a lot of school work to do, so make this quick.”

Aizawa crossed his arms.  “I’ll dismiss the tone, but lose the attitude.  Anyway, that girl you went to see from Shiketsu?” he reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone, holding up a picture of Camie. “We got a call from her school.  Apparently, she’s missing.”

Finally, someone fucking noticed she was gone.  “No, she isn’t.  I saw her on the walk home.”  Aizawa’s hair started to go up and Bakugou changed his tone slightly. “She’s an illusionist and I walked into her trap by accident.  But don’t worry, I’m here for the night.”  

The question arose in his mind: should he tell Aizawa that maybe he should check on Shitty Hair?  He thought about the other day, how if the boys had just told the teachers what they thought Katsuki was going to do instead of fighting them, maybe things would have turned out differently.  Maybe Izuku wouldn’t have gotten hurt because of him.  He sighed and told Aizawa, “She and Kirishima have been texting each other. He mentioned to me that he wanted to go see her.”

“He—what?  He can’t leave his room with the faculty knowing.” Aizawa said, reaching in his pocket and pulling out a tracking device.  There were four green dots on it and when Aizawa hit a button, the screen changed to a 3D layout of the building, also showing where they were.  

“He’s figured out a way to take it off—” Katsuki said under his breath, but didn’t get a chance to finish.  Upon hearing that, Aizawa ran down the hall and pushed the door to the stairs open.  A few of the students opened their doors, exchanging looks with one another.  Katsuki, realizing he was still in a towel, moved back into his room, closing the door and then, with his back pressed against it, sank to the floor.  “Why can’t I just see him?”  He covered his face with his hands, breathing heavily.  After this, Aizawa would for sure make sure the boys couldn’t leave their rooms.  Remembering the water was still on from his shower, he decided taking one would be a good thing.  

Once inside, he pictured holding Izuku, their naked bodies pressed against one another.  Water hitting their shoulders, dripping down the sides of Izuku’s lean torso.  He pictured what the water would do to the wet curls, bending the hair into soft waves.  Katsuki leaned his back against the cold tile, letting his dick grow in his hands as he thought about the two of them.  The water wasn’t nearly as hot now and despite that, Katsuki let it run down his body.

But just as he started to enjoy himself, the school alarms went off. He cursed, knowing exactly why: Shitty Hair wasn’t in his room.

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Katsuki found himself literally being thrown on the floor in Aizawa’s room next to Kaminari.  He was hoping Izuku might be next to come in, but it was just the two of them.  He knew exactly why he was there, but Kaminari, too?

“I’ll get to the point: Where is Kirishima?” Aizawa asked.  The two of them said nothing, only looking up at their teacher.  “You two have information about it, so tell me.”  They were both quiet until they heard Mr. Aizawa’s raised voice say, “I know both of you know something of importance.”

“I already told you, he’s going to see that Shiketsu girl.” Katsuki reminded him. “Earlier during our lunch break, we were talking and he has this fantasy that—,” he thought for a moment before saying, “—that it’ll somehow many him more of a man.”

Kaminari added,  “He said something about a sort of group thing?”  Even Katsuki could tell me knew something more.  He was a terrible liar.

Aizawa stood up straight.  “What group?”  

“He said he was going to a quirk fight.” Kaminari said at last.

Aizawa closed his eyes.  “Well, this should be interesting.”

“What’s a quirk fight?” Katsuki asked.  

“Illegal underground fights take place between groups.  There are really no rules to these fights.”

“Like the sports festival?” Katsuki asked.

“No.  They are normally fights to the death.” Aizawa told them.  Katsuki blinked.  How does Camie know where one is? But he truthfully didn’t want to know the answer to that question.  Like he was going to read Katsuki’s mind, Aizawa asked, “Is Kirishima going to fight?”

Kaminari raised his shoulders.  “I really don’t know.”

“Do you Bakugou?” Aizawa asked.  

Katsuki shook his head.  “This is the first time I’m hearing about it.”

“Fine.”  But the way he said it made Katsuki think Aizawa didn’t believe him.  Not that Katsuki could blame his teacher. “This does not give you an excuse to be reckless and take matters into your own hands. Go back to bed.”

The boys left, but there was a sullen feeling in the air.  An illegal fight? If Kirishima fought—'NO!’ His mind yelled at him.  His friend is not dead.  Did he owe Kirishima?  He didn’t even know where to start looking.  Kirishima was powerful, but all it takes is someone with a strong quirk to out match him and he’s gone.  

He unlocked his phone and sent a text: ‘Shitty Hair, you better be okay.’  But no response came.  It didn’t even say he read the message.  On the way back to their rooms, it looked like everyone from the class had gathered together.  No doubt by now, they had all figured out what was going on.  They all looked at the two of them, a few asking questions, which Kaminari answered hesitantly.  

“Are you okay?” Kaminari asked as Katsuki passed him on his way to his room.  He stopped and turned around.  

All eyes were on him.  He could feel them.  But no, he wasn’t okay.  He should have told Kirishima weeks ago he didn’t want to text Camie to ask her to come to the fucking dance.  Katsuki knew she was a wild card, yet he contacted her anyway.  He even fucked her, probably making Kirishima feel like once again he was beneath Katsuki and less of a man.  Katsuki’s eyes wandered around the room until they fell onto Izuku.  

“I’m going to bed.  None of you extras go after him or I’ll kick your ass.”

The others turned their attention to Kaminari, who was answering their questions as best he could. He started to walk away when he heard, “I’m worried about you, Kacchan.” Izuku told him.  

‘He…what?’  Katsuki turned and almost regretted doing so.  Izuku was standing so close to him.  ‘Why?  Has it always been you?’  He was so damn cute.  Even in this moment, Izuku’s curly hair was disheveled and he had dark circles under his eyes—he probably hadn’t gotten much sleep either, with all the extra work Aizawa gave them.  But there was concern in his eyes.  Of course he was concerned for Kirishima, but it was deeper than that.  Katsuki would know that look anywhere:  Izuku was worried about him.  Katsuki stepped towards him and asked, “Can we talk?”

Izuku looked a little surprised at that.  “Right now?”

“Yeah, now.” Katsuki said.  He looked at the group of people in the common area, and whispered, “But it can’t be here.”

“We could go to my room?” Izuku said.  His room?  He could feel his heart beating hard against his ribcage and has never agreed to anything faster.  The two of them walked over to the elevator and the doors opened.  He was so ready, after everything that had happened, to just be alone with Izuku.  As they entered the elevator together, Katsuki’s happiness soon disappeared because before the doors shut, he saw a hand stop them from closing entirely. The doors reopened and in walked Shinsou.  

He entered the elevator and when the doors shut, Katsuki asked, “What the hell do you want?”  

“I have a question for the both of you.” Shinsou said.  He looked at Katsuki.  The elevator started to move as he asked, “I could put you both to sleep tonight if you wanted.  Kaminari asked me for the same thing a couple nights ago.  The effects seem to wear off when I fall asleep, so if it’d be hard for you guys—,”

Everyone was quiet in the elevator and they all got off at Izuku’s floor.  “Sure.” Izuku said at last.  “It’ll keep me from wanting to go get him.  Kacchan said he wanted to talk to me first—,”

“We’ll talk later or whatever.” Katsuki said.  Maybe this was a sign?  “Just try not to do anything stupid, nerd.”

“Yeah, you too.” Izuku said before heading off into his room. Katsuki got a quick peek at his ass as he walked away.  He smirked as he got on the elevator, but just before the doors closed, Izuku took one look back, over his shoulders at Katsuki.  Katsuki shuddered at the quick glance from Izuku.  It took all of Katsuki’s might to not tell Shinsou to go fuck himself, step off the elevator and go after him.  

But the doors closed and Katsuki took a quick look at Shinsou.  “You know I hate you, right?”

Shinsou shrugged his shoulders and placed a hand behind his head. “A couple of the other students asked me to put them to sleep for the night.  School’s been cancelled for tomorrow, so you could probably sleep in if you wanted to.  I thought you wouldn’t get any sleep otherwise.” Shinsou said calmly.  

“Who else are you putting to sleep?” Katsuki asked.  

“So far just Kaminari and Midoriya.  But I assume others will ask as well.” Shinsou said.  “It’s a simple yes or no.  I just thought I’d ask since he was your friend.”

The elevator door opened on their floor and they stepped out.  The obvious answer for Shinsou was yes, but Katsuki had been looking forward to seeing Izuku alone.  He didn’t even want sex, he just wanted Izuku, to be in his arms, having Izuku rub his shoulders, run his fingers through his hair.  “Up to you.  I’ll be awake for a bit and I’m only down the hall from you.  Let me know—,”

“Yes!” Katsuki said loudly. Katsuki cleared his throat. “Yes, I want you to put me to sleep.” Shinsou started to walked away as an idea popped into Katsuki’s head.  “Shinsou!” Shinsou stopped walking and turned. Katsuki walked over to him and said quietly, “I have a request.”

Shinsou raised an eyebrow.  “I don’t really take requests.  But I guess since you’re the one who is probably affected by this the most, then it depends on what it is.”

They were now in front of Katsuki’s door.  “I want you to change your voice.”

“What?” Shinsou asked.  

“I just—it’s my fault Kirishima’s out there.” Katsuki told him.  

“So, you want me to change my voice to Kirishima’s?” Shinsou asked. “That’s what you’re asking?”

“No.  Not exactly.” Katsuki said.  He opened his door and pulled Shinsou inside the dark room.  “The other night, Deku and I—I don’t know how to explain it, but he kind of lured me to sleep.”  

Shinsou didn’t seem surprised.  “Huh.  You want me to change my voice to Midoriya?  Why not actually get him to—lure you back to—,”

“Dammit, I know how it sounds!” Katsuki banged his hands against the desk.  A small crackle came from his hands.  “But it’s not like that. And we’re on house arrest and Aizawa can track our movements through the dorm.” Katsuki said.  “Otherwise, I would have asked him to help me out in person.”

Shinsou thought about it for a moment before saying, “How did he lure you to sleep?”

Katsuki’s didn’t make eye contact with Shinsou as he said, “He just held me.”

“That’s it then, huh?” Shinsou asked and Katsuki nodded.  “Sure, get into bed and close your eyes. Otherwise you’ll know it’s just me. I’m gonna go get the voice changer.” Katsuki climbed into bed, hearing the door close behind him.  He pulled the blanket over him and waited for a moment before hearing a knock at the door.

“Kacchan?” chills ran down Katsuki’s spine at the sound. “Kacchan, it’s me.” the voice said.  Katsuki’s heart pounded loudly in his chest.  It sounded exactly like Izuku, but Katsuki knew better than to open his eyes. If he saw that it was Shinsou with his voice changer, he would certainly feel differently. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah.  Come in, nerd.” Katsuki said, closing his eyes tighter hearing the creak of the door open and close behind him.  His head suddenly became lightheaded as he heard two footsteps enter the room.  He exhaled, realizing he had been holding his breath the whole time.

“Kacchan.” the voice said again and he felt a weight at the foot of the bed.  “Let me hold you again.  Like the other night.”  Katsuki nodded and wanted to open his eyes as he felt the weight on the bed shift.  The weight of a body overtook him, mounting from atop Katsuki.  Don’t you dare open your eyes.  he told himself.  Just let this happen.  “Don’t move.  Keep your eyes closed.” The flute whispered, feeling a warm breath on his ear.  He felt even more lightheaded than before, but his eyes were now sealed shut.  So, this is what it’s like to be brainwashed by Shinsou?  It feels so real.  He felt strong fingers wrap around the back of his neck.  

“Shinsou—,” Katsuki started to say, but the other hand covered his mouth. 

“I’m not Shinsou.” The hand moved away from his mouth and he felt warm lips press against his, softly at first like kissing a cloud.  Katsuki started to move his hands, to touch him, to feel his body, but his wrists were grabbed and he was pinned against his mattress. “Don’t move again or I’ll leave. Nod if you understand.”  It was Izuku’s voice, but there was no whine, no strain in it.  It was commanding.  Katsuki nodded.  He felt the heat from his body melt through him.  He didn’t care if this was Shinsou or not, Katsuki wanted it.  Their lips crashed together again, kissing until they were both gasping for air.  He tasted citrus tea and as saliva was swapped, passion pulsed through him. He couldn’t tell if he tasted desire or if it was his own that he drank up.  He was so sure it was Izuku, refusing to listen to the persistent doubts in his mind.  “Do you want this from me, Kacchan?”

“I want you, Deku.”

“Then sleep, Kacchan.” and Katsuki’s world went almost immediately black.

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Stay, Part 1: Chapter 7

Chapter 7: A Brief Fight 

Four days went by and Katsuki had Shinsou put him to sleep every night.  He didn’t make eye contact with Shinsou until then, but he found himself staring constantly at Izuku throughout the day.  He tapped his pen against the sides of his notebook and watched Izuku take notes, writing furiously, intensely concentrating.  He watched as his face would go from slightly confused to lighting up once he understood the material.  Katsuki just wanted to run his hands through those curls.  Kirishima tapped him on his shoulder, bringing him back to reality.  

“I really need help with this, I have no idea what’s going on.” Kaminari told him.  “Here let me show you my work--,” 

“Yeah, I’m having trouble too.” Izuku said to himself, but Katsuki was out of his seat, looking over Izuku’s shoulder.  He bent down, studying the mistake Izuku made.  He found it almost instantly, but wanted to stay like this for a bit longer.  He leaned into Izuku slightly and could feel him shaking.  

‘Is he scared or something?’ Katsuki’s lips were so close to his ears, he could just whisper into them, something like, ‘Don’t be scared,’ but looked down towards Izuku legs and saw a piece of exercise equipment used to strengthen thigh muscles.  He remembered that Izuku had done something similar last year.  He just wanted another second next to him, but decided it had been a second too long and said, “It’s here.” he pointed.  

Izuku looked at it and then blushed.  “Oh.  Thanks, Kacchan.” 

“I need some help too, Bakugou--,” Kaminari started, but Bakugou sat down.

“Why are you such a fucking moron, Kaminari?” Katsuki snapped at him.  When Kaminari looked upset, Katsuki sighed and said, “Fine, bring it here, dumbass.”  He looked in the notebook.  “Christ, are you illiterate?  I can’t read a fucking word.”

Izuku giggled.  “I’ll help you, Kaminari.”

Later that day, they had a bit of another moment when they were changing into their P.E. uniforms.  Izuku needed a larger sized jacket because of his muscles.  Without thinking about it, Katsuki said, “Getting bigger, huh?” and he winked at him before closing his locker and walking away.  

On the fifth night, Katsuki asked Shinsou, “Same thing?”  Shinsou nodded, saying nothing to the others whose faces clearly had questions.  Katsuki was concerned for Kirishima, of course, but couldn’t help but continue to look forward to the end of the day.  He knew that if he even tried to go after Kirishima, the teachers would hang him by his balls, so he decided against even trying to go after him.  

Instead, he tried to focus on those moments at the end of the night.  He was so sure it was Izuku he was kissing that on the fifth night when the fluted voice asked to come in, Katsuki said nothing.  “Kacchan?” the little voice said.  “Are…are you in there?”  He said nothing, so sure it would be Izuku that walked through the door.  

He heard the door creak open and Katsuki closed his eyes, but was surprised to hear Shinsou’s voice, “Bakugou, you have to answer me in order for this to work.”  Katsuki opened his eyes and saw Shinsou taking off his voice changer.  

“What--?” He was horrified, so sure that it was Izuku he was kissing.  

Shinsou sat on the edge of the bed and Katsuki hugged his knees to his chest.  “I’m sorry.  I know that this must be hard—,” 

“Shut the fuck up, asshole.” Katsuki said, but he didn’t mean it.  Did Shinsou have another quirk?  The more his reality set in, the more angry Katsuki became.  “Are-are you the one who’s been kissing me?” he asked quietly.  

He exhaled a sigh of relief when Shinsou shook his head.  “Do you want to know how it works?” Shinsou asked.  “My quirk, I mean.”  Katsuki started to shake his head, but then changed his mind, nodding quickly.  “The mind is a powerful thing.  I can trick you into thinking Midoriya is actually here.”

“No, I’m stronger than that.” Katsuki snapped. His hands heated quickly with that statement and he maneuvered himself so he didn’t explode. 

“I don’t think that’s the issue.” Shinsou placed his hand on the back of his head.  “Kaminari has me put him in a field with...how did he put it?  Buzzy beautiful sunshine or something?  I just kind of stick him in a field of flowers with a rainbow and he passes out....”

“Don’t compare me to that moron.” Katsuki shook his head, still not quite believing what he was hearing.  He was so sure it was Izuku.  “Fine.  Show me how it works.”

“Do you want to see Midoriya?” his voice changed slightly—there was almost an echo to it, a ringing sound.  

“Yes.” he said at last.  He became lightheaded, almost as if his skull was filled with air.  

“Midoriya will appear in the corner of the room.” The strong voice Shinsou had rang through his ears.  Again, there was an echo in Shinsou’s voice, as if multiple people were talking all at once.  Katsuki became even more lightheaded, as if the room was spinning.  But Izuku appeared in the corner of the room next to the door, just like Shinsou said he would.  He was a phantom presence, most of his body transparent, but Katsuki could still make out the outline of Izuku’s curly hair, his body shape and his bright green eyes.  The shadowed ghost moved towards him.  “Touch him.”

Can Shinsou see him?  Katsuki wondered, but he felt the shadow’s cold hand lightly touch Katsuki’s face. Green eyes pierced into him.  But the phantom moved his thumb along Katsuki’s jaw, lifting his chin up and brushed his lips against Katsuki’s.  It felt so real and he leaned into it, but then the illusion vanished, gone. And the lightheadedness left too.  The boys were quiet.  “Quite the quirk you got there.” Katsuki finally said. 

A smirk crept across Shinsou’s face.  “I’d like to think so.”  They were quiet for a moment.  “Don’t worry, I haven’t said anything to anyone.  About Midoriya, I mean.”  

Katsuki couldn’t even mutter a thanks.  There was no going back at this point.  He knew about Katsuki’s feelings.  Katsuki remembered it wasn’t just Shinsou who knew either.  “How come I can’t hear it when you tell it to do things?” Katsuki asked.  Shinsou lifted an eyebrow, so Katsuki rephrased, “How is it that I heard you tell me where he was going to appear, but not that he was going—going to—,” 

“Oh.” Shinsou said, understanding.  “I can brainwash you so don’t hear that stuff.  Kind of like making you forget.”

“So, you control it?” Katsuki hated that.  He hated this entire thing.  But he loved the feeling of Izuku more, even if he was just a phantom. “So where do the ideas come from. I mean, you can’t just think of this stuff on the spot.” 

“That’s almost exactly what happens..” Shinsou said.  “I have a pretty active imagination.”

They were quiet once again, not speaking a word to each other.  Katsuki tried to convince himself it was a good thing that Izuku didn’t know.  That it would all be better that way.   “How—how does Deku ask to go to sleep?” Katsuki asked. 

Shinsou looked at his feet.  “He doesn’t ask for much.  He can ignore my quirk with his own, I can’t lure him to sleep the same way I do you.  I just ask him to sleep and he normally lets me.”  

“Could you put me to sleep?  Tonight’s the last night.” Katsuki asked, trying to keep his voice hushed.  

Shinsou clicked his voice changer back, covering half his face like a mask.  “Close your eyes and lay back down.” Shinsou told him.  Katsuki did what he asked, his eyelids closing.  

“Kacchan.” It was Izuku’s voice.  There was no echo to it.  It was clear, crisp.  “Would you like me to put you to sleep, Kacchan?”  

This isn’t him.  It’s Shinsou. his mind repeatedly told him.  But it felt so real, he decided to play into the fantasy.  

He felt soft lips touch his lightly, through the kiss saying, “Sleep, Kacchan.” 

“I love you, Deku…” and his world went completely dark.  

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The next morning was rough for Katsuki.  He got up late for class, put on the wrong uniform for P.E. and forgot to bring his homework.  He found it incredibly hard to focus on anything and during combat training, he let Dark Shadow overtake him.  ‘I have a fucking quirk that produces light.  Why the fuck doesn’t this bird just fucking die already?!’  But above all, he fucked up even more every time he looked at Izuku.  His combat training was (“Why the fuck do they always get paired together?!”) with Todoroki and Iida, since they had an odd number in class.  He did his best to focus on the opponent in front of him, but Tokoyami’s Dark Shadow had grown incredibly strong and Katsuki started to get desperate.  He couldn’t concentrate.  All his blasts were swallowed up by the darkness.  Even though momentarily Dark Shadow dulled slightly, he just grew back larger after each of Katsuki’s blasts, forcing attack after attack on Katsuki.

“Alright, partner switch.” Aizawa clapped at them.  He called out a few partners, Izuku being paired with Yaoyorozu.  “Todoroki, you’ll work with Bakugou.” Aizawa thought about it for a moment before saying, “And Shinsou.”  

Fuck.  Not Todoroki.  Shinsou he wasn’t worried about: he just had to not respond to being talked to.  But he was off his game and Todoroki would certainly be an opponent.  

“You two against me first?” Shinsou said, putting his hand behind his head.  He locked his voice changer into place, covering his mouth.  “Ready?” he asked, his voice echoing through the gym.  They both nodded.  

“Go, Todoroki!” he heard Izuku’s voice yell out.  The sound came from all around, echoing through the gym.  Katsuki just rolled his eyes, knowing full well he started to feel jealous. 

“Fucking nerd.” Katsuki whispered to himself.  There was a sort of uneasiness in the air.  He grew incredibly uncomfortable.  He tried to shake it off, but it was persistent.  

“STOP!” Todoroki suddenly screamed in agony and he covered his ears.  The scream was loud and Katsuki shuddered.  What the hell was he yelling at?  He closed his eyes, but when he did, his chest felt heavy and he started to shake a little.  Opening his eyes, Katsuki looked around, but it was just the three of them, the rest of the room covered entirely in a dark smoke.  “Bakugou?!  Shinsou?!  Where the hell—?” Todoroki called out.  Shinsou walked backwards, his hands in his pockets, disappearing into the fog-like smoke that covered the room.

“Icy Hot?” Katsuki called to him, but Todoroki sank to the floor, holding his stomach, vomit pouring out.  “Get up, Icy hot, we have a job to do!”  Katsuki could feel the heat rising and falling in his chest with his breathing, but his hands wouldn’t spark up.  A voice in the back of his head was telling his quirk to stop, despite his head yelling at it to go, to leave his body.  At this rate, his body would overheat.  He would be blasted up from the inside.  Could that even happen? 

“I’m so sorry, Mom…” Todoroki started to say, hugging himself.  

“Todoroki, are—are you okay?” Izuku emerged from the smoke.  He bent down and touched Todoroki’s head, rubbing his left side.  “It’s okay, you’ll be alright.”  He wrapped his arms around Todoroki’s shoulders, holding him in a protective embrace.  They looked at each other longingly.  

“I’m better now that you’re here.” Katsuki heard Todoroki say.  Another blast of jealousy ran through Katsuki’s body, but the heat didn’t come out of his hands.  Instead, he felt a tiny burn on his fingertips.  

“Fuck!” he shuddered.  He hadn’t been burnt in a really long time.  

Izuku turned to look at Katsuki.  His gaze narrowed, his clutch against Todoroki tightening.  “What did you do to him?” 

Katsuki raised an eyebrow.  “What—it’s not me.  I didn’t—,” 

“You fucked up Kirishima,” Izuku told him.  “You made him feel like I have my entire fucking life.  As if we’re just second place to you.  You always fucking looked down on us, on ME, ever since we were kids.  And now he’s missing.  But that isn’t enough for you, is it, Kacchan?” Izuku said, standing up.  He put his fists up to his face.  “You think you’re going to change anything?  You’re too fucking violent.  You hurt Shoto—,” He looked at Todoroki, their eyes locking into place.  Izuku leaned in and kissed the top of Todoroki’s head, directly where the white, soft right side of his hair met the coarse, rough red part of the left.  

“Deku, I’m not hurting him.” Katsuki told Izuku.  

“Shut the hell up, Kacchan.” He didn’t take his eyes off Katsuki.  There was something different in those eyes that looked back.  There was anger behind them.  “I’ve always hated you.”  

‘Is he going to fight me?’  Izuku’s hand still raised, his feet positioned in front of Todoroki, who was still hurled over.  “Deku, what—” Katsuki said in a hushed voice.  There was a pause, but Izuku said nothing, just staring at him.  “I—did—do I really mean nothing to you?”  Katsuki tasted salt.  Was he crying again?  ‘Fuck.’  “I love you, Deku.” 

The eyes didn’t even blink as the words, “You’ve always meant nothing to me.” left Izuku’s lips.  

“SHINSOU!  ENOUGH!” Katsuki heard Aizawa’s voice yell.  The smoke surrounding him and Todoroki immediately vanished.  As did the Izuku that was in front of Todoroki and a new Izuku appeared, standing next to the left of Yaoyorozu.  His eyes were wide in shock, his freckles dark against his red face.  No anger in those eyes.  Just confusion.  Katsuki looked over at Aizawa, whose eyes were fixated on Shinsou, his hair standing straight up.  

Katsuki understood. 

Heat flared from his chest.  He was sweating profusely, dripping down his face from his hair, running down the sides of his cheeks.  His hands, not able to control himself, sparked in an uncontrollable rage that echoed the explosion loudly.  “Bakugou, no!”  Aizawa yelled, turning his stern gaze to Katsuki before he could blast Shinsou to fucking hell.  Feeling the heat leave his body, Katsuki cursed loudly and took off his equipment.  He threw it like a grenade at Shinsou.  The gear blew up in front of him, blasting him backward in a cloud of smoke.  The shock from the explosion made some of the students scream, closing their eyes and putting their hands against their ears.  Even Katsuki didn’t know how much sweat was stored up in his costume, but it didn’t matter.    

“Kacchan!” an echoed flute yelled.  ‘Is that even Shinsou?’  Not able to tell, Katsuki ran at Shinou.  Echoes of Izuku’s voice pulsed through him.  “No, Kacchan, don’t!” 

“Shut the hell up!”  Katsuki yelled.  He didn’t need his quirk.  Shinsou was a deadman.  But as abruptly as he moved, he stopped just as quickly.  His head felt like it was floating through nothingness.  His mind screamed at his body to move, but it just stood there, completely motionless.  

Shinsou got up off the ground, his voice changer was broken partially, so Katsuki saw his lips move to the sound of Izuku’s voice saying, “Sleep.” 

Katsuki, enveloped in darkness, fell to the floor before he felt a strong hand catch him just before his head hit the ground.

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Stay, Part 1: Chapter 11.5

Chapter 11.5: Rescue Efforts 

“In all my years of teaching, you all are easily my least favorite students.” Aizawa told them.  The boys said nothing, only looking down at their feet. “I’m sick of chasing you down.  Sick of laying down rules only to have them be broken. Even a mediocre hero knows which rules to absolutely obey.” Aizawa’s eyes shifted between each of them.  

Fucking hell, how long can this man go without blinking?  Katsuki thought. The heat had entirely left his body and hadn’t returned. Katsuki shivered—for a split second, he thought he’d get hypothermia.  Shit, it’s so fucking cold.

“Kaminari, I told you to do one thing, one FUCKING thing and that was to just wait.  Just hold on until Edgeshot, me or any one of the other heroes told you otherwise.  Shinsou, you didn’t even pay attention to the briefing, did you?  Bakugou, you’ve broken so many rules, I don’t even know where to start.  And Kirishima—,”

Kirishima didn’t look up.  He only stared at the ground, no emotions behind his eyes.  His hair was shaved, little black roots starting to poke through the top of his head.  The entirety of his body was covered with black and blue spots that varied in size, some with scratches and others with deep wounds.  One, Katsuki knew, was a deep laceration where he’d been stabbed.  Both his eyes were swollen and his nose was crooked, likely from being punched and kicked so many times.  He was incredibly skinny now, but his muscle definition still remained.  

“We are glad you’re back.” Aizawa said, but then added, “But this can’t go without punishment.  I ought to fucking expel all of you.  You had so much potential, but so much selfishness.”

It took three days for the mission to be completed.  The three of them weren’t likely to forget the events that had taken place during the rescue mission and there were definitely a few casualties.  Shinsou had a few bruises as well as Kaminari.  Katsuki had a black eye, his left arm was in a brace and several large scratches like someone had carved his arms.  But none of them looked nearly as bad as Kirishima.  Yoyo’s group had found Camie were currently escorting her back to Shiketsu.  

It was true to mission didn’t go as planned. When everyone found out the League of Villains was involved, it was hard not to target them, but Eraserhead reminded them (several times) that it was a rescue mission, not an infiltration.  It was finally Katsuki who found Kirishima, laying on a cold, concrete floor, completely naked.  Katsuki took off his shirt and wrapped Kirishima’s groin, not to expose him when the other heroes caught up.  He was surrounded by a cage and was shivering.  Katsuki warmed his hands and chest, pulling his friend in a warm embrace. “Christ, what did they do to you?” But Kirishima’s eyes were wide open, but he didn’t make eye contact, only staring straight forwards.  “Come on, snap out of it.  We have to go!”

“You think I’m going to let you take him?”

Turning around, Katsuki thought, Shit!  It was Dabi.  Katsuki moved to protect Kirishima, gently placing him back on the floor and held out his hands.  A blast of blue fire was hurled at the two of them, but Katsuki inhaled and the fire moved through his hands and into his chest.  Damn, this is hotter than Todoroki’s fire!  With his chest heated, he hurled an ultimate move, throwing the blue flames back at Dabi, igniting his sweaty palms.  Smoke filled the room, an explosion so loud it made Katsuki’s ears start to ring.  Kirishima flinched slightly at the sound, his eyes widened a little in fear.

“You can eat fire? That’s a nice trick.” Dabi said, moving forward through the smoke.  He was completely unscathed.  

He dodged my attack?  “I can do more than that.” Katsuki said, slowed his breathing, allowing his quirk to completely overtake his whole body.  “I haven’t had the chance to let loose in a while. Say goodbye, asshole.”

Dabi smiled. “Goodbye, asshole.” another voice said behind him—a female’s.  

Toga!  Katsuki was knocked unconscious instantly, darkness completely overtaking his mind. Deku….he thought and the last thing he saw was going head first into the concrete.  

“You’re lucky that you only dislocated your shoulder.” Aizawa told him, snapping Katsuki back to being in the car. “If Shinsou hadn’t been there, there’s no telling what would have happened.” Aizawa blinked, for the first time in what felt like forever.  Katsuki felt himself warm instantly, but the heat made his shoulder hurt.  He made a sort of tsk sound, but nothing else to give away that he was in any sort of pain.

“Sir?” Kirishima said.  They all looked at him.  It was the first time he’d spoken.  His eyes were up now, looking directly at Aizawa.  “Could—could I have some water, please?”

There was a brief pause before Katsuki said, “Here.  You can have mine.” And passed the water to his friend.  

“Thanks, at least.  For coming to get me and Camie.” a few tears formed behind Kirishima’s eyes.  “I—I’m really sorry.”  

Aizawa’s eyes were kept closed. “Let’s just focus on getting you back to campus and we’ll decide what to do from there.”  Without blinking, tears streamed down Kirishima’s cheeks and Aizawa told him,  “We’re just glad you’re okay.”  

---

“Guys, they’re here!” Mina said, peering out the window.  

Izuku was sitting down next to Todoroki, the two trying to complete their homework since they’d fallen behind a little.  But hearing those words, Izuku jumped up and ran over to the window, using a little of float to help him get there faster than other students.  

“Oh no, they look so hurt!” Uraraka said.  It was true—they looked in pretty bad shape.  Katsuki’s arm was in a sling, wrapping around his shoulder.  He was covered in scratches and there was a large bandage on his cheek.  “Look, it’s Kirishima!”  The class gasped as Kirishima got out of the car, being helped by Kaminari and Shinsou. Katsuki walked behind them, but his eyes never left Kirishima as they walked up the stairs to the 2-A dorm.  No one dared to breathe until they walked inside. The door squeaked open and all the boys walked in.  

“Hi, everyone.” Kirishima said. And almost instantly, he was greeted with a mountain of hugs from everyone, telling him how happy they were to see him, showering him with love and affection.  It was like the last piece of a puzzle was put into place, having Kirishima back.  Katsuki never left his side either—until Izuku jumped up, wrapping around Katsuki’s neck and the other around his torso, careful of his hurt arm.  They hugged tightly, Katsuki holding Izuku’s waist with his one hand.  Izuku grabbed the back of Katsuki’s neck.

“I’m glad you’re back.” Izuku whispered in his ear.    

“I told you I’d be back, nerd.” Katsuki said, giving him a soft kiss on the forehead.  Kirishima’s eyes widened. Kirishima’s cheeks turned pink and he looked away, then back at the two of them.

“Are—is—I mean, what?” he asked. “Are you guys—what’s happening?”

“You’re an idiot.” Katsuki told Kirishima, letting Izuku go.  

“You four,” Aizawa said, stepping forward, speaking only to the four who were involved in the mission.  “In an hour, I’ll need to see all of you.  But I’ll let you get reacquainted and changed. Iida—,” Iida stepped forward, standing almost at full attention; Aizawa pointed at Izuku and Katsuki.  “—keep an eye on those two.”

“Yes, sir!” Iida said loudly, and sliced an arm between them and pushed them apart.  

“Watch it, Four Eyes!  My arm!” Katsuki said, but Izuku watched Kirishima’s sharp teeth form a smile.  Katsuki must’ve noticed too because he smiled as well.  

It was good to have Kirishima back.

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Stay, Part 1: Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Touching

Katsuki didn’t sleep a wink that night.  Now that the rules were laid out for them, going into each other’s rooms was forbidden.  He tried his best not to sneak out and break the rules all over again, but when Izuku texted him, Katsuki immediately became excited.  The text read: Hey, you up?

He responded without thinking about it: In more ways than one ;) “Dammit.” he said.  A little embarrassed, he covered his eyes with his forearm.  “Fucking hell.”  He got up, sitting on the edge of his bed and looked over at the clock, which blinked the time at him.  Have I really been awake for that long?  

The phone buzzed again and when he opened it, he made a noise that could have been audible to the entire floor of the dorm.  He slammed his mouth shut, but couldn’t tear his eyes away from his phone.  It was a picture of Izuku’s bare torso: no face was in the picture, but it was an aerial view of Izuku’s chest, his abdominals clenched together and his hand, which had become lost down the briefs he was wearing.  The room was dimmed, but he could barely make out the Calvin Klein at the top of his boxer briefs.  Izuku’s hand disappeared in them.  Oh fuck, oh fuck, I need this.  Oh God…a moan escaped him.  He needed Izuku now. He sent a message back: be there in 5.  A quick response from Izuku: Better hurry.

Katsuki smiled, licking his lips.  He quickly pulled up a pair of random pants he found in his dresser, but before leaving his room, he peered out his bedroom door, checking to ensure no one was watching him.  He gently closed his bedroom door behind him and made his way down the hall towards the stairs.  He heard quiet music playing as he passed Tokoyami’s door and was thankful for the quiet muffle since his strong suit was not stealth. He didn’t want to take the elevators—they would have opened up next Aizawa’s suite on Izuku’s floor.  He carefully opened the door to Izuku’s floor, and just as quietly closed it behind him, making sure it made a soft click.  He turned around.

And was staring face-to-face with Aizawa.  

“Going somewhere?” the teacher asked.  “I thought you’d at least wait a week before being stupid, but you’re really thinking with your second head, huh?”  

“The hell?  Are you even allowed to say that to me—?” Katsuki started, but the binding cloth closed his mouth.

“Listen here, you little shit.  It’s Saturday.  Not only that, it’s really early in the fucking morning.  I’m supposed to be taking a year off to train one of the most powerful quirks this world has ever seen, but because of you, your boyfriend and his boyfriends—,” Aizawa pulled Katsuki towards him, his hair going up. Katsuki hated it when his quirk left his body.  “—I’m not only training her, but I’m also having to teach you the same life lessons I had to last year because clearly telling you not to break the rules does nothing for you.  I’m not going to tell you again: get back to your room or I’ll make you.”  

“Fine.” Katsuki growled. He turned around to head back, but stopped before going to the stairs and asked Aizawa, “Have you talked to Yoyo, yet?”

“Yoyo?  The third year with the dolls?” Aizawa said.  “No, I haven’t spoken with him.  Why?”

“He said he might know where Kirishima and Camie are.  Said he would come and talk to you.” Katsuki said. “We’re headed out today, maybe talk to him before that.”  

“How would he know where they are?” Aizawa asked, his hair falling. The heat returned to Katsuki’s body and he opened and closed his hands.

Katsuki couldn’t tell if he was just curious or genuinely concerned. “He said he used to be a part of a yazuka group and he’s going undercover for his work study with Edgeshot, I think. He said he would talk to you about Kirishima, since he might know where they are.”

Aizawa closed his eyes, but Katsuki still couldn’t tell what he was thinking.  “I’ll talk to Yoyo when he gets here.” Aizawa said and mumbled through his teeth, “Stay out of trouble.”

Katsuki nodded, but the fact that it hadn’t worked was frustrating to say the least, but he understood it.  He texted Izuku that Aizawa was in the hallway and it was a bust.  That’s disappointing read the text response. And then another: for you.  

The hell?  Katsuki asked himself and opened his door to see Izuku in his room, arms in his pockets, standing against the door of Katsuki’s balcony.  A coy smile crept across his face upon looking at the shock written on Katsuki’s.  “How the fuck did you get in here?”  

Izuku said nothing, only pointing to the floor.  He was levitating.  

“Oh, I see.  You cheated.” Katsuki said, locking the door with a flirtatious smile.  “Bout time you got a hold of your quirk.  Took you long enough.”

A fluted giggled came from Izuku.  The picture of Izuku flashed before his eyes—he wanted nothing more than for that to be his hand in the picture—

“Kacchan.”

That word echoed in Katsuki’s ears as it left Izuku’s lips, ringing like a soft bell.  At the realization of his fantasies coming true, passion burned through his chest. Beads of hot sweat dripped down his forehead and he used his forearm to wipe it away. He didn’t try to tear his eyes away from Izuku, looking at his bare chest and his toned arms.  Katsuki’s eyes wandered down his body—Izuku wore sweatpants that were tight enough to outline the contours of Izuku’s muscular legs.  

“Kacchan.” the fluted voice whispered again.

An instant, almost involuntary force pushed forward from Katsuki’s chest and their lips came together again, just as slowly as they had done before, their bottom lips touching first before completely embracing each other in a passionate kiss.  Izuku slowly placed his feet on the floor as he continued to kiss Katsuki.  Touch him.  he told himself.  

An instant, almost involuntary force pushed forward from Katsuki’s chest and their lips came together again, just as slowly as they had done before, their bottom lips touching first before completely embracing each other.  Izuku slowly placed his feet on the floor as he continued to kiss Katsuki.  Love me, Deku.  They kissed each other in a fervent passion. Izuku walked backwards until he felt the back of the bed hit his legs and sat down.  Katsuki straddled him, placing a leg on either side of Izuku.  I just want to—

“No!” he yelled.  As quickly as he climbed on, he got off and sat on the side adjacent to where Izuku was sitting, not facing him.  He could feel those green eyes piercing into him.  “Is this—really what you want?” he asked, but Izuku said nothing; instead, Katsuki felt the weight of the bed shift and Izuku hugged his shoulders, placing both hands on his abdomen.  He leaned back against the wall of Izuku’s chest.  Katsuki felt light kisses from Izuku’s soft, cloud-like lips on his shoulders, Izuku rubbing his forehead between the two shoulder blades.  

“Look at me.” Izuku commanded and Katsuki shook his head, but felt a warm hand placed on Katsuki’s cheek.  “I told you to look at me, Kacchan.”  Katsuki’s eyes opened, meeting Izuku’s gaze—there was hunger in them. “Let’s just see where this goes.” Izuku’s hand was placed dangerously close to Katsuki’s lower abdomen and played with one of the strings that tightened Katsuki’s sweatpants, pulling on it.  The knot was immediately undone,  “Take these off.”

Katsuki obeyed.

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“How—?” Katsuki started, but didn’t finish the question.  He could still taste Izuku in his mouth—he’d enjoyed pleasing Izuku, but he liked it so differently, he wasn’t sure if Izuku had liked it.

But despite only having said one word, Izuku responded, his eyes closed, “Truthfully, it wasn’t what I expected.”

Katsuki sat straight up.  “Wasn’t what you expected?”  

Izuku sat up too, seeing the concerned look on Katsuki’s face. “No, no, no, not in a bad way.  I just…you seem so dominant, I expected to be doing things to you, not the other way around.”

That much was true.  In all of his fantasies, Katsuki had pictured Izuku doing things to him.  “You told me to behave for a month.  Also—,” he smiled, licking his canines and giving Izuku a wink. “I get to ride you when we finally go all the way.”

Izuku giggled and laid back down against Katsuki’s pillow.  They were quiet for a moment before they heard the vibration of someone’s phone.  “Not mine, I left it in my room.”

Katsuki jumped out of bed.  He picked up his sweatpants that had been thrown on the floor, digging through the pockets and finally, once he found it, looked at his phone.  “Shit!  It’s 9:45! I’m gonna be late for Yoyo.”

Izuku’s eyes opened widely and he blinked a few times. “What’s Yoyo?”

“He’s a third year.  We’re—I don’t even fucking know what we’re doing today, actually.  Shopping maybe?”

Izuku blinked again and stared off into space for a moment.  He thought about it before finally saying, “Wait, the dolls!  Him, right?”

“Yeah, why—?” but he stopped and smirked.  “You’re jealous.”

Izuku rolled his eyes.  “No, I’m not.” But Katsuki knew him well enough to know when he was lying and it made him chuckled, but Izuku reiterated, “I’m not jealous!”

“Yeah, whatever, Deku.” Katsuki said.  “Now, come here, Deku.  Doesn’t seem fair that you’re the only one who gets to have all the fun.”  

Izuku shook his head.  “I’ve been here too long as it is.”  He picked up his pants off the floor, starting to put them on.  

“Wait, you’re serious?” Katsuki asked, looking confused.  

Izuku gave Katsuki a playful kiss, slipping his pants up.  “Sorry.  I’ll see you downstairs, Kacchan.”  He opened up Katsuki’s balcony window and lifted himself, floating back to his room.

Katsuki tsk’d under his breath.  He felt a little slighted, but figured Izuku was right: if it were just the two of them that weren’t downstairs, it would start to look suspicious.  Instead, he dug around his closet for a nice outfit to wear.  Yoyo would probably look like a whole pride flag, so Katsuki found something a little less outspoken.

But as he got dressed, he wondered: did we move too quickly?  It hadn’t even been a full 24 hours since they agreed to be together, but the feeling still remained in the back of his mind.  “Dammit, you always rush into things.” he cursed at himself.  He tried to shake away that thought—after all, he wasn’t in this just for the sex.

Or lack thereof—

Dammit, shut up! he yelled at his mind.  It was a little unsettling that he’d given his all to Izuku, but got very little in return.  That’s not true either and you know it.  But that thought still lingered.  Izuku likes you.  He wouldn’t be with you just for you to suck him off.  He isn’t like that.  But a small spark left his hands. “Shit!  Stop thinking about it.”  He stuck his headphones in his ears, trying to distract himself by looking the time—he’d be a few minutes late, but expected that everything would be fine. Yoyo seemed like the type that wouldn’t care too much.  

He left his room, slipping a jacket on over his shoulders.  As he locked his door, Uraraka came out of her room as well.  They were neighbors, so to speak, sharing the wall that Katsuki’s bed lined up next to.  Uraraka locked her door and said to him, “Had a good morning then?” Katsuki grunted in response, shrugging.  “By the way, you two should—well, try to be quieter.  I could hear him moaning at like 8 o’clock.”  She blushed, her entire face turning as red as the crop top she was wearing.  

He didn’t quite know how to respond to that, only saying, “I’ll make sure he’s more quiet next time. Besides, he won’t be coming around too often.”

Uraraka titled her head.  “Why’d you say it like that?”

Katsuki opened his mouth to tell her it was none of her business, but she and Izuku were best friends. Still, he carefully said, “I don’t want to move things too quickly.”

Her face, still red, looked a little surprised.  “I don’t know if I should show you this, but stay here!” and went back into her room. Despite running late for Yoyo, he stood there, his arms folded over his chest.  When she came back out, she held her phone up and said, “Read this.”  handing it over to him.  He was apprehensive at first taking the phone, but he looked at the screen anyway.

 The first text was from Deku: I’m sorry I’ve been distant.  I keep analyzing everything Kacchan said, but it was all jumbled together and a lot of it didn’t make sense.  Even the things Todoroki said were strange.  

Uraraka responded: Yeah, seems like Shinsou really did a number on the two of them.  Todoroki’s back in class, so maybe Bakugou isn’t far behind.  

Deku: I’m just worried.  I don’t know if he said what he did because of Shinsou or because he actually liked it when I held him the other night.  

Uraraka: Wait did you actually hold him?  

Deku: Yeah.  After he snuck out.  When we were kids, we went on this fieldtrip, but we ended up getting stuck on the side of a mountain.  He didn’t have a sleeping bag, so I offered to share mine.  It was really cold, so we used his quirk and we were fine.  

 Katsuki’s heart skipped a beat. How the fuck did Izuku remember that? The memory ran through his mind.  The gist was caught in the text: there was a snowstorm and the bus couldn’t move past a certain point, so the school bus of full of children and teachers had to make their way back up the mountain so the teachers could call parents.  By that point, all the students in the class was scared—it felt like the storm was all around them.  When they got back to the top of the mountain, there was a hotel and they slept in the hotel lobby so the teachers could keep an eye on all of them.  The hotel passed out sleeping bags to all the children, but they only had a limited supply, so he a few other students were forced to share. Before going up and talking to the teachers about it, Izuku offered to share his.  Katsuki grudgingly climbed into the sleeping bag next to Izuku.  It was really cold and Izuku was shivering.  Katsuki used his quirk to warm himself, but in the moment felt badly that Izuku couldn’t.  Izuku was quirkless, so he told Izuku to lay close to him.  Izuku scooted closer to him and almost upon feeling the warmth of Katsuki’s quirk, his eyelids started to close and Katsuki wondered what it would be like to touch someone’s curly hair.  He saw his dad touch his mom’s hair all the time, so it didn’t seem too intimate to him.  So he rubbed the top of Izuku’s head, like a helpless little shivering kitten.  

Katsuki remembered that when he returned from sneaking out, Izuku had pet Katsuki when he held him, running his fingers through Katsuki’s hair.  Just like Katsuki had done all the years ago.  Katsuki stood there, completely frozen.  He had misread the situation completely.  Izuku didn’t hold him because he liked him.  Izuku held him because it was payback.  He continued the conversation, scrolling past a couple questions about schoolwork.  Until he hit a conversation that happened moments before:

 Uraraka: Do you mind? SOME of us are TRYING to sleep!

Izuku (a couple hours later): Sorry about that.  

Uraraka: Ugh, it’s a good thing you two are cute together.

Uraraka sent another message: Was it dirty?  I always imagined sex with him would be.

Izuku:  He definitely went plus ultra on me.  

 “Nerd can’t keep a fucking secret at all!” Katsuki said, giving her the phone back. Fuck, no wonder he told me about One-For-All.  He probably had gotten the quirk that fucking day.  

Uraraka flustered,  “Y-you two were pretty loud.  It’s not much of a secret.  But he did send me a snapchat this morning of a hickey on his chest.” She jumped a little.  “The only reason I’m telling you this is because if he didn’t enjoy it, he wouldn’t be telling me about it.”

He thought about that, nodding after he decided that was probably true.  He handed her the phone back, very appreciative of her for letting him read through some of the messages, but said nothing else on the ride down.  He wanted to talk to Izuku about everything—the pace of their new relationship.  He was afraid it would get boring, like everything would just start to melt together. But when he got downstairs, almost everyone from Class 2-A stood in the common area.  He looked for Izuku and when he spotted him, he started to walk over, but Izuku held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks.  Katsuki glanced around the room at all the concerned faces.  They were all looking at Yoyo, who stood at the front of the room.  

“Hey, we were just waiting those two, right?” asked Yoyo. When Aizawa nodded, Yoyo looked at Katsuki and said, “I know where your friend is.  And U.A. faculty has given us permission for a rescue operation.  Under the supervision of Eraserhead, of course. What’d’ya say we ditch the date today and go get him?” 

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Stay, Part 1: Chapter 8

Chapter 8: The Text 

Katsuki awoke in the infirmary.  He sat up quickly—probably a little too quickly.  His head started pounding in his ears, rhythmically throbbing beneath his temples.  Nausea hit him like a brick wall and he laid back down on the bed.  He groaned loudly.

“Oh good—” a voice said.  “You’re up.”  It was Aizawa.  He was leaning against the adjacent wall, his arms crossed.  His top section of his hair was pinned back slightly, but the bottom portion waterfalled past his shoulders. Next to him, sat Shinsou.  A small pop from a spark upon seeing him left his hands and before he could control it, Aizawa stopped him.  An uncomfortable silence filled the room before Aizawa said, “We should all talk this out.”

Shinsou didn’t look at him.  Katsuki saw a red blinking light from an ankle bracelet, wrapping itself around the top of his foot.  To Katsuki, it wasn’t enough.  “Go fuck yourself.” Katsuki covering his face with his arm.  Just because people couldn’t see Shinsou’s hallucinations didn’t mean that people couldn’t hear him.  That was all too apparent now that Katsuki had confessed to not just the class, but Izuku.  Izuku knew how he felt now.  With Aizawa, his quirk wouldn’t work.  He pictured blasting Shinsou through the walls of the infirmary.  “I fucking hate you.”

“Yeah.” was all Shinsou said, rubbing the back of his neck.  “You really have a strong quirk.” He held up his voice changer.  It dangled lifelessly, most of its parts being shattered.  

“We were told that Shinsou’s been putting you to sleep so you wouldn’t go after Kirishima.” Aizawa said.  Katsuki wasn’t looking at them, but felt his quirk return and an intense heat filled his chest.  He sat up in the bed, and hugged his legs, trying to muffle any sound that came from his hands.  “But making illusions like that is dangerous and the use of a quirk to make such things is completely illegal.  Instead of calling the police, Shinsou is on punishment from the school and will receive the punishment to its full extent.  This time.”

It made sense.  Camie’s situation was similar—the law prohibited illusionists from overuse of their quirk in that manner.  In the wrong hands, it could be incredibly dangerous and Katsuki could understand why. Shinsou wasn’t dangerous to Katsuki and in fact, Katsuki had barely saw him as a threat.  

Until now.

“I owe you an apology—,” Shinsou started, but Katsuki interrupted him.

“Don’t apologize.” growled Katsuki.  “I don’t want anything from you.”

Aizawa exhaled loudly.  “I have class in ten minutes.” He moved to leave, but as he walked out of the room, he told them, “Behave.”  

When Aizawa left, the boys sat there, once again in an awkward silence. “Don’t you have class, too?” Katsuki asked, attempting to push him out.

But Shinsou shook his head.  “No.  The teachers wanted me to talk things out with you.  But I don’t really see us getting anywhere, uh, civil.”

Katsuki sat at the edge of the bed, looking down at his feet.

“I didn’t think you’d actually say anything.” Shinsou said. “You usually don’t say a whole lot. I’m, uh, not sure if it’ll help, but Midoriya caught you before your head hit the ground and he—well, he held you. He wouldn’t let anyone touch you and eventually Aizawa had to pull him off of you.”  

“He—wait, he held me?” The fucking nerd would do something like that.

 “Yeah.  Anyone that tried to get remotely close to you, he’d just hold you tighter.” he chuckled, but the air was still too serious for Katsuki to laugh.  

“He would fucking do that for anyone, it doesn’t mean anything.”  

“I think it means he’s willing to protect you.  And I’m not really like an expert on this or anything but—,” Shinsou looked away and at the ground.  “That’s some form of love, right?”  He got up to leave, but turned around and said, “I know Midoriya is anxious to talk to you.”  And with that he left.  

Katsuki sat on the edge of his bed.  He was anxious to talk to Izuku as well.  

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Katsuki spent the next couple hours in the infirmary, not really wanting to go to class.  When the nurse told him Yoyo was in the hallway to see him, Katsuki nodded.

“Quite the rumors you got flooding around the school about you.” Yoyo said, coming into the infirmary, sitting down next to him on the bed. He wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s shoulders.  Normally, Katsuki would have pushed someone away, but in this moment, he welcomed the embrace.  “Why don’t you tell me what really happened?  You know, so I can set people straight!”

Yoyo let him go and Katsuki told him everything about Izuku. Including all his thoughts about Izuku holding him, luring him to sleep, taking showers with him, and all of his fantasies.  “Dayyyy-um, you’re really falling hard for the guy, huh?”

“Yeah.” Katsuki said, continuing to tell Yoyo about how he’d asked Shinsou to put him to sleep and the illusions associated with Shinsou’s quirk. He then told Yoyo how Shinsou had used his weakness against him in training.  

“It makes sense why you were acting up the way you were.” Yoyo said.  “LGBTQ kids have a harder time adjusting, especially when they were told to be a certain way for their entire life.  I know it isn’t easy and I’m sorry.” Yoyo clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, creating a loud POP. “Have you talked to Midoriya?  I’m sure he has some things to say to you as well.”  

“Not yet.”  Katsuki thought about it.  Did he want to talk to Izuku?  He wasn’t sure.  There had been so much growing in head between the two of them that he wasn’t sure if there was actually anything between them in reality.  A lot of it was just fantasy. He didn’t even know if Izuku would be open to anything.

“I think it’d be a good idea.” Yoyo told him.  

But he nodded, almost agreeing with Yoyo, who clapped excitedly and he winked at Katsuki.  “So!” Yoyo said, when the door closed.  “I think we should take a day and go into town.  It’s Friday, so I could come by your dorm and get you.  It might get your mind off things to go out.”

“Not really my thing.” Katsuki said, but changed his mind almost exactly when those words left his lips.  “Actually, yeah.  Why the hell not?”  

Yoyo put a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder.  “Regardless of what happens, I just want you to know how proud I am of you.  I know how hard it is to come out.  My coming out was a part of this underground fighting cult.”

“Wait—,” Katsuki said.  “Did—did you say underground fighting?”  He remembered what the teachers had said about where Kirishima might be.  Yoyo nodded at the question.  “Like a yakuza group?”

Yoyo stared at him and in a hushed voice said, “Yeah.” He told Yoyo about Kirishima.  “They hate heroes, so it’s unlikely that they would allow students from U.A. or Shiketsu to leave.  I’m—” he sighed.  “I guess I should tell you to set your mind at ease.  As a part of my work study, I’m helping them take down these groups.  I haven’t heard anything about a kid with a hardening quirk, but I’ll ask around.”  

“Where are they?” Katsuki asked.

Yoyo blinked a few times.  It looked like he was considering saying something, but then shook his head:  “I’m not going to tell you that.  Only because I know that look in your eyes.”  He sighed heavily. “I-I don’t want to give you any false hope, but depending on how strong your friend’s quirk is depends on how far they’ll make it.  I’ve—,” he looked at his feet.  “I’ve seen plenty of people not make it out alive.”

Katsuki shook his head.  “Kirishima’s strong.”  He didn’t mention Camie, but thinking about it made the nausea come back.  He took a deep breath, holding it in.  He counted to 10 and released it.    

Yoyo placed his hand on Katsuki’s chin and lifted his gaze. “Don’t worry about it.  Just—do us all a favor and talk to Midoriya.  Hopefully, I’ll have some information about Kirishima. I’ll be at your dorm tomorrow to pick you up.”

Katsuki was grateful.  Kirishima was incredibly strong, but against someone who has distance combat?  Stop thinking that way, he’ll be fine.  Still, it made Katsuki wonder, “What’s your quirk?”

Yoyo smiled.  “It’s called Voodoo.  I can stitch up a doll and as long as you touch it, I have complete physical control over you.”

Katsuki’s eyes widened.  “Damn.  Seems like a villain’s quirk.”

“You’re one to talk, Lord Explosion Murder—oh, don’t look at me like that—,” Katsuki’s eyes fired up, but Yoyo said, “Ugh, I have to go to strategy combat training.  As if I don’t know enough about that already.” He got up and winked at Katsuki.  “Talk to Midoriya.  I’m dying to know what happens.  See you tomorrow!”

The door closed and Katsuki was alone.  He should talk to Izuku, but his mind replayed, the words, “I love you, Deku” released from his lips.  He went over to his backpack and found his phone.  Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked through it, trying to find a distraction.  He shocked to see nearly a fifty text messages.  He scrolled through a few of them, specifically looking for a text from Kirishima, but he still hadn’t read Katsuki’s message.  

Katsuki found a message from Kaminari: Blink twice if you’re still alive.  Katsuki smiled—he had said that to Kaminari after an intense training session— “Moron, blink twice if you’re alive or I’ll blast you again!”  Kaminari had twitched slightly.  When reading the text, Katsuki responded with two: ** to make sure Kaminari knew he was okay.

He scrolled through a couple of the other messages, but found that Camie didn’t text him either.

But Izuku had.

His heart pounded as he opened up the message.  Surprisingly, it wasn’t too long.  He had seen Izuku write notes that would make doctoral theses look short.  He took a deep breath, deciding that whatever it said wouldn’t break him apart.  He was strong and if not Izuku, then there was certainly someone out there for him.

The text read: Hi, Kacchan.  Hope you’re feeling better.  We should definitely talk when you wake up, but I’ll give you your space to figure things out.  I know you’d prefer that.  Let me know when you’re ready.

He read it.  Over and over and over.  He made sure he read it correctly.  He read it word for fucking word.  Line by fucking line, dissecting every letter in that text.  He reread it again and again.  He put the phone down and picked it back up, reread it one last time.

Without thinking, he left the infirmary.  Bare chested, he walked through the campus before he picked up his pace.  His walk turned into a jog, his jog turned into a run.  He was in full sprint by the time he got to the 2-A Dorm.  Breathing heavy, he busted through the front doors. Tokoyami was the first person he saw on the couches, and Katsuki picked him up by the scruff of his neck. Tokoyami immediately drew Dark Shadow and Katsuki shouted, “I’m not here to fight you, Bird Shit, where the hell is Deku?”  

Dark Shadow was the one who responded, “His room?”  Katsuki dropped Tokoyami, running down the hall to push open the door to the stairs.  He ran to the second level and thought about blasting the door down, but just before he did, he stopped.  He was in front of Izuku’s door.  This was it. Katsuki had so much he wanted to say. No more running away from it.  He loved Izuku.  

His body moved on impulse and knocked.  He heard some rustling inside, his heart pounding loudly in his ears, beating hard against his chest.  The door opened so slowly he could hear the hinge squeaking.  Katsuki dared not breathe as he came face to face was Izuku.  They were so close, Katsuki could count the freckles on his face.  He tried so hard to avoid his gaze earlier, but now, he wanted nothing more than to look into his green eyes.  They calmed him and he exhaled a hot breath.  He totally forgot how to speak, but then saw the smile lines form around Izuku’s eyes.  

Izuku made the first move.  He moved forward and wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s waist, pinning Katsuki’s arms to his side so tightly Katsuki thought his ribs were going to snap. His breathing was still pretty irregular from almost tripping up the stairs, but suddenly slowed when he heard, “I was so worried about you, Kacchan.”  The words were quiet, a small whisper into Katsuki’s chest.  The hug was surprisingly hard, but affectionate. Katsuki rested his face atop Izuku’s crown, whose hair pillowed Katsuki’s head.  This was the first time Katsuki even noticed that neither one of them was wearing a shirt. Izuku was colder than Katsuki expected and with a slightly hum, Katsuki warmed his chest.

“Fuck, nerd.  Can I get some air to breathe?” Katsuki asked.  He tried to make it sound flirty, but it came out as rough and aggressive.

Still, Izuku released him, giggling a little.  Katsuki wondered why he never noticed Izuku closed his eyes when he laughed.  “Deku. I have to tell you something.”

“Me first, Kacchan.” Deku said.  “Not here.” He whispered and smiling, he gestured to the few students who had poked their heads out of their rooms to listen on the conversation.  

Katsuki sparked his hands and yelled, “I swear to God, if you fucking dumbasses don’t get the fuck out of here—,” but he felt a tug on his pants and was pulled into Izuku’s room.  Izuku pushed Katsuki against the desk with an “oof!” and Izuku kicked the door closed.  Izuku didn’t turned around, still looking at Katsuki and leaned against the door.  Katsuki heard the click of the lock.  

Izuku closed his eyes for a moment and inhaled deeply.  “We have to talk.”

Katsuki looked around the room.  It was so different than his All Might fanboy room last year.  Now, it was simplified, with a bed in the corner, a desk next to it, resting against the back window.  A tall bookshelf leaned against the wall adject to Katsuki. Centered in the room was a bit of workout equipment.  Nothing like what Kirishima had (he had basically a whole gym), but just some weights. The room was a little smaller than Katsuki’s, but if it was the same as Kirishima’s room, then the bathroom was bigger. There was still an All Might poster on his wall above his bed and Katsuki smiled.  Things weren’t so different.  “So talk, nerd.”

“Right.  Okay.” Izuku walked up to him.  “I have a few questions.  Number one: are you sick?”

“Am I…” Katsuki started, but then shook his head. “No?  Listen, Deku, I read your text in the infirmary—,”

“Number two: are you brainwashed?  Like is someone controlling you or your brain?  Like Shinsou’s quirk, but maybe something scarier?”

Katsuki blinked slowly.  This was not how this was supposed to go.  “How the fuck would I answer that—?”  but looking at Izuku’s face, he quickly said, “No.  But your text—,”

“No, wait, you’re right!” Izuku pondered for a moment.  He walked over to Katsuki, grabbing his waist, getting on the tops of his toes and whispered into Katsuki’s ear, “What is my quirk called?”

Is was not how Katsuki pictured this conversation going.  “I just told you, I’m not fucking brainwashed—are you serious?” he paused when Izuku face said, ‘Tell me!!’  “Fucking hell, Deku, I just want to—okay, fine.” He leaned forward and whispered back, “One-For-All.  All Might gave it to you because,” he brushed Izuku’s curls out of his face and rested his hand on Izuku’s cheek.  Katsuki might have been dreaming, but he could have sworn Izuku leaned his face into his hand slightly.  “He gave it to you because you rushed to save me.”

“Last question.” Izuku said, pushing himself off of Katsuki. They locked eyes.  Chills rans down Katsuki’s spine as Izuku asked him, “When Shinsou brainwashed you, you said you loved me.  Do—do you really love me, Kacchan?”

Katsuki closed his eyes.  He’d waited so long to tell him that he did.  That he’s always loved him.  That he wished he could have told him sooner.  “I think I’ve loved you forever, Deku.”  He bent down, using two fingers to lift Izuku’s chin so their eyes could meet.  

And for a moment, their lips touched in a soft, tender kiss.  

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Stay, Part 1: Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Punishment

Most of the ride back to U.A. was All Might talking about how he can’t believe one of his own students, one of the best, could sneak past the gates and find his way into a nightclub. It was like almost as awkward as having the sex talk with his father. The thought of it made him shiver. Still, if he was in the newspaper like his mom told him he was, All Might would likely find out anyway why he snuck out anyway. He told All Might he was there to see a girl and All Might chuckled.

“No girl is worth it.” All Might said. “Trust me.”

“Also, it was for—,” Katsuki was unable to find the right words. He stumbled until he just said, “—research.”

All Might was quiet for a moment and then cleared his throat. “Now you’re starting to sound like Midoriya.”

“I wish people would stop saying his name.” Katsuki admitted. “I wish he would just go away. This is his fault!”

All Might looked at him. “His fault?”

Katsuki didn’t want to talk about it. He’d said enough. Why was he being so self-destructive? It didn’t make sense. Was he gay? Or bi? He liked having sex with Camie last night, but it didn’t mean anything. It was just a fuck, empty and irrelevant. That was confirmed by the kiss. For a moment, he wondered what it would be like to kiss Izuku. His soft lips reaching for his.  Stop! His mind yelled.

“I think you and Midoriya need to have a nice sit down and chat.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “I’m not sitting down in the same room with him.”

“You two used to be close. Proper rivals even. That’s what you both said after your fight last year. Now you won’t even be in the same room as him? What’s changed?”

“Everything’s changed and I just don’t know how to handle it in the way that people want me to. I have all this pressure already on me, but it’s like I don’t know how to do or say exactly what’s going on when he’s around. So, I snuck out and had meaningless sex with a girl I’d met maybe four times before that to see if I could even distract myself and it worked until I got myself arrested.”

Those words reminded him of the other two conversations: Yoyo saying, “It’s just love, regardless of who it is or what it stands for…It’s easier to be yourself than try and pretend to someone else.” and Aizawa saying, “Being different doesn’t give you the right to be mean to people.”

Those two images flashed through his brain as All Might continued, “I managed to talk everyone into letting you stay, but there will be consequences. In addition to the three days of house arrest Aizawa gave you, you’ll have another four weeks added to that. You’ll not be allowed to leave and when you enter the school, they’ll give you an ankle bracelet so they can track your movements. You’ll also have to train 3 times harder than everyone else with 100lbs of weight added to you. If your classmates run the mile, you run 3. You’ll also be given more school work until the teachers deem you can be a good, model student. I’m not here to tell you what to do, but if you pull another stunt like that, you can kiss being a pro hero good-bye. Just focus on what’s really important.”

On what’s really important. Katsuki repeated in his mind. The last image flashed through his head, but the image wasn’t of being a Pro Hero, or the insane of extra work he had—

—the image was of Deku.

“We’re here!” All Might said, trying to make it sound like he used to. “And oh, looks like Aizawa has your class lined up.”

Katsuki got out of the car and saw 4 rows of his classmates bowing low before Aizawa, who’s hair was straight up. They were all panting, as if they’d just got punished too. “Oh good,” Aizawa said, turning around. Katsuki felt the heat from his chest leave him almost instantly. He couldn’t produce an ounce of sweat, but felt a cold chill run down his spine as Aizawa said, “You’re here.” He used his scarf and snatched Katsuki roughly, the binds almost cutting off the circulation in the air. He pulled Katsuki in so close, Katsuki swore he could feel Aizawa's anger. “Did All Might explain to you everything that will happen?” Aizawa held up an ankle bracelet. “You’ll go straight into the dorms where you’ll find weights you are to attach to your wrists during training after your house arrest. If I so much as hear that you’ve been thinking of leaving campus, your ass is grass. Do you understand everything I’m saying? Because clearly you didn’t get the memo last time.” Aizawa was fuming. “Oh, and I’m your homeroom teacher again.”

“You are?”

“I’m the only one who can deal with the dipshits like you and the ones who left to go find you—,” Aizawa held out his hand. “The front row of students decided to take it upon themselves to go get you after finding out you’d left the dorms. They’ll be suspended as well and not allowed to go to the dance.” Katsuki looked at the front row. Everyone was still bowing before Aizawa. It was the usual suspects: Kirishima, Todoroki—

—and Izuku.

“They came to find me?”

“Not sure how they would have found you, considering you went all the way to the Cloud City.” Aizawa said, his hair falling. Katsuki released a breath when he felt the warmth return to him.

The three of them looked ragged like they ran into villains, until he looked at Izuku’s ankle and attached was like the ankle bracelet that Katsuki also held in his hand. He was wearing a tank top too, like Katsuki was, and Katsuki could see the outline of his triceps. The sun started to rise, giving the sky a red tint. It made the green of Izuku’s eyes stand out even more. Deku’s green hair looked darker in the rise of morning, tangled and matted together.

“They tried to climb the back gate and probably would have managed to make it over until they met up with some of my colleagues and other members of faculty. Stupidly, like you, they decided to fight.”

Aizawa walked over to Kirishima and bent down to peer at him in the eyes, but Kirishima kept his gaze low, his body still bowing low. “They will receive the same punishment as you.” Aizawa raised his voice. “Until all of you learn your lesson. Is. That. Clear?!”

“Yes, sir!” They all shouted at once.

“Good, now, get out of my sight.” Aizawa said, walking away. They all moved from their position and stared at Katsuki. Most of the students when inside, but didn’t take their eyes off him until they got through the door.

Izuku was the first to move towards him, but stopped in his tracks when Todoroki gestured to Kirishima, whose shoulders moved up and down and the two of them went to go comfort him. Katsuki also started to move towards him, but the look Todoroki gave Katsuki blocked him. “Haven’t you done enough?”

“The fuck does that mean—?”

But that sentence was cut off when Katsuki saw Izuku. Katsuki definitely contemplated hitting Todoroki, but thought the better of it. Every single fucking one of them was clearly upset, but Kirishima was the one who spoke, “Dude, you went to a nightclub? To see—,” Kirishima turned his head so Katsuki couldn’t see him crying, but it was obvious he was. He sniffled loudly. “You knew how I felt about her. I literally can’t stop thinking about her,” Katsuki 100 percent understood how Kirishima felt. Not about Camie, but about Izuku, who stood less than 5 feet away from him. But he couldn’t just ignore Kirishima.

“Wait, this is about Camie?” Katsuki said. He looked at his shoes. It was Kirishima who had originally reintroduced the two, even if it was unintentional.

“Even just the way she talked to you. I would have killed someone to have her even look at me for more than 2 seconds. And last year, when you told me you got her number, I thought that this could be my chance to go ahead and just ask her out. But you two went to a nightclub and The Rage at that?” Kirishima wiped his face with his sleeve. He was also wearing an ankle bracelet. “I know what they do there, dude. Everyone in fucking Japan knows—,”

“Do you want me to apologize?” Katsuki snapped. His face reddened with anger and he tried to suppress his quirk. He closed his eyes, trying not to look at Kirishima’s face. He tried to be so manly all the time and Katsuki knew how hard it must’ve been for him to cry. They shouldn’t have come after me.

“You shouldn’t have left in the first place.” Kirishima yelled back, almost in response to Katsuki’s thought. “You’re out of control. We have all tried talking to you about what’s going on, but it’s getting to be too much to handle.”

Katsuki could hear his heart beating hard against his chest. He inhaled deeply and told the few that were still around to hear it, “Fine, you want me to apologize? I was angry and upset about the fight with Todoroki earlier. I feel left out of everyone’s business and—,” he opened his eyes and looked at Izuku. “—we’re all supposed to friends, but I’m no good at that. And Camie texted me at a bad time and I just wanted to leave for a few hours.”

“Kacchan.” the little flute said. Katsuki opened his eyes and peered up, looking into Izuku’s bright green eyes.

“It’ll take more than that to gain our trust back.” Todoroki said, shuffling back inside. The last three in the front yard was Kirishima, Katsuki and Izuku.

“I just…I’m sorry.” Kirishima said. “But Todoroki’s right, it’ll take more than that to get us to trust you again.” Kirishima smiled a bit, showing off his razor sharp teeth. “But it’s for sure a fucking good start.”

Izuku was the first to speak after a moment of silence, “Maybe we should head inside now.”

“Not yet. I have to talk to you.” Katsuki said to Izuku. “Alone. It’ll only take a second.” Kirishima smirked and patted Katsuki on the shoulder before heading inside. He and Izuku stood there, looking at each other. “You saw me leave, didn’t you, nerd?”

Izuku blushed. “It was actually Todoroki who saw you. Kacchan, we all thought—,” he stopped himself.

“Thought what?” Katsuki asked.

Izuku inhaled deeply and shook his head. “Kacchan, I’ve known you for so long. You’re really kind of arrogant and really stubborn when it comes to getting your way—,”

“Wow, what an explanation—,” Katsuki started, but Izuku yelled at him.

“I’m not fucking done, Kacchan.” Katsuki closed his mouth and gestured for Izuku to continue. “You’re stubborn. You’ve always been so confident, knowing exactly what you want and not letting anyone get in your way. But lately, it just seems like you’ve just lost it. We all, every one of us, have tried to talk to you, but you just won’t. And it’s different than before. It’s like the old you isn’t there anymore.” He paused before saying, “We thought you wanted to kill yourself. So, we went after you, but were stopped and it turned ugly. But then we explained what was going on, but by then it was kind of too late. You’d been arrested. People were posting up pictures and tagging all of us. The one of you at the nightclub and when Kirishima saw that the girl from the licensing exam was there, he shut down. We were so worried about you.” Another pause before he said, “I was really worried about you.”

Katsuki wanted to open his mouth to tell Izuku. To tell him how much he actually meant to him. That he didn’t and never deserved him. He wanted nothing more than to run up and kiss him all over his body. His heart pounded loudly in his chest. “Deku, I have to tell you something.” Izuku’s eyebrows shot up, indicating to Katsuki he was listening. Katsuki opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He didn’t know where to start or even how to begin to describe how he was feeling or why he was self-destructing. He just wanted Izuku to love him too. Say it, coward! “I can’t!”

Izuku became confused. “You can’t what?”

“Fuck.” Katsuki cursed. He covered his face with his hands for a moment, trying to wipe away all the disgrace that he felt. “Deku, I just—,” He looked around. They were still outside and the night was getting cold. Katsuki could see Izuku’s nipples poking through his tank top. He thought for a moment about his fantasy of Izuku licking his fingers and playing with them. Katsuki’s hands almost ignited instantly, but he grabbed his own arms stopping his quirk from getting out of hand, so to speak. He leaned forward, towards Izuku, whispering, “Not here.” he whispered and started walking inside. “You coming, nerd?”

Izuku followed him inside. The few people who were still awake and in the common area not saying a word to either of them as they both got onto the elevator. They said nothing and the light, sort of upbeat elevator music broke the silence between them. They got off on Katsuki’s floor and before Izuku could say no, Katsuki told him, “Come with me.” He walked down the hall and stopped at his door. He took a deep breath and unlocked it, inviting Izuku inside.

It was dark in the room, but the sunrise lit up from underneath the curtains. “You should probably put that on.” Izuku said. Put something on? Katsuki looked at what Izuku gestured too and it was the ankle bracelet. He picked it up and held it for a moment before Izuku said, “It’s kind of tricky, let me help.” Out of muscle memory, Katsuki took a step back, but then stopped himself. He held it out for Izuku to take and Izuku got on one knee and wrapped it around Katsuki’s ankle. Katsuki wanted to reach out, tangle his hair in his hands. He felt his dick start to get hard just thinking about the two of them being in the same room together. Izuku fumbled with it for about a minute before it made a click sound. “There.” he said, jumping back up. “Now you’re stuck with us!”

“Stuck with you.” Katsuki told him and Izuku giggled. Katsuki smiled too at the sound of Izuku’s laugh.

“You said you wanted to tell me something.” Izuku said, biting his lower lip. Katsuki gestured for him to sit on the bed and when he did, Katsuki sat down next to him.

Once again, silence filled the room. Occasionally, Katsuki would try to say something, but his mouth would close shut again. The two of them sat there calmly. Something felt so right about having Izuku in the room with him. A few times, he told himself to just kiss him, but thought the better of it after the events of today.

“Deku, there’s something you need to know,” Katsuki said, trying to look away from him, but Izuku’s eyes glowed in the dark. He made a sort of mhm sound. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Hot tears from the heat of his quirk filled the back of Katsuki’s eyes. Izuku reached out and touched Katsuki’s shoulder. The look on Izuku’s face wasn’t anger or frustration, but gentle with a subtle smile. They sat like that for a good minute before Izuku pulled on the tank top and Katsuki leaned forward. He wanted to lean forward to kiss him, to have their lips brush each other’s in a warm embrace. But after the evens of today, he thought the better of it. He put his head in the crook of Izuku’s neck deciding it would be better to wait until he was in the right head space. Izuku didn’t quite smell as nice as he did before—he smelled like musk and dirt, and a whole lot of outside, but Katsuki kind of liked it. They sat like that for a little while longer, and as the sun crept in beneath the curtains, Katsuki closed his eyes, not realizing how tired he was after today. Upon seeing that, Izuku laid down and Katsuki placed his head on his chest. Izuku winced a little in pain and Katsuki looked at all the scratches Izuku had on his arms for the first time. He couldn’t imagine how they must’ve felt, thinking that Katsuki would just end it all. For a moment, he pictured what it would be like to not have Izuku around, but he grabbed Izuku tighter at the thought. Izuku held him, lightly running his fingers through Katsuki’s hair, Katsuki trying to mimic the rise and fall of Izuku’s breathing. He placed an arm around Izuku’s abdomen and closely listened to rhythmic sound of his heart beating. They laid there, just holding each other until Katsuki finally opened his mouth and whispered, “Deku…”

But Izuku shook his head. “Go to sleep, Kacchan.”

At that, Katsuki drifted into a deep sleep.

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Stay, Part 1: Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Hotter of the Two

“Damn, who pissed in your cocopuffs this morning?” Yoyo asked as Katsuki approached him.  

Yoyo had texted Katsuki in the middle of his fight with Todoroki since classes were cancelled.  The shopping date that was promised to Yoyo weeks ago had been pushed back so many times and Yoyo had sent the text that read: I swear to the almighty goddess of bitchiness herself, you don’t want to know the consequences if we have to postpone one more time….you better be on your way!

Katsuki left the fight with Todoroki.  Right after the fucking bastard had confessed his feelings.  Does Deku know?  Katsuki felt like he already knew the answer to that.  Izuku told him one month—but that month ended tomorrow.  

As Katsuki got closer to Yoyo, he could hear Yoyo counting something in his backpack very loudly. “One, two, three—fuck, I messed up. One, two, three, four—where’s the blue one?!”  He pulled out a small blue clutch and stuck it back into the sack, rummaging through his backpack once more.  “FUCKING ONE, FUCKING TWO—,”

“You said before that there was someone else who was gay.” Katsuki interrupted him.  “That there was another second year who was closeted.”

Yoyo stopped and looked over at him.  “Yeah, and?”

“It was Todoroki, wasn’t it?” For Katsuki, it wasn’t so much a question as it was a direct statement.  

Yoyo’s white hair tousled in the breeze.  Ignoring Katsuki’s question, he just said, “Fuck, you made me lose count.”  He was quiet as he just stared into his backpack. “You want to do this or not?”

Katsuki tapped his foot. “He just told me he loves Deku.”  No, Deku is mine!  His chest pumped heat through his arms, into his hands.  The pressure of the heat hurt his wrists to try and stop it, so he just let out a large blast.  “Fuck!”  he pointed his hands away from him and Yoyo, releasing the heat from his palm.  Yoyo was suddenly up and in his hand placed a tiny doll.  “What the fuck is that?!” Yoyo’s eyes flashed a purple color and Katsuki’s whole body went so cold, he shivered.  His quirk stopped and held the heat in his wrists.  “Ow, that’s really fucking hot, dammit!”  Yoyo’s eyes flashed again and the heat spilled out of his hands, igniting his sweat in smaller pops.  

“Sorry, I just didn’t want you to cause a scene.” Yoyo said, taking his doll back and closing his eyes.

“That—was your quirk?” Katsuki asked.  Yoyo nodded, biting his tongue and closing one eye.  

“I worked on that particular move for a year when I first got here.  Was a bitch to master, but once I got it, I got it, if you know what I’m saying.” Yoyo flicked his hair back before quietly saying, “Yeah, it was Shoto.  He told me there was someone he liked and then something about his father wouldn’t accept him.  I don’t know, it was just really heartbreaking that he remained in the closet. Which is why I’m so proud of you for coming out!”

“I didn’t though, I was outed, asshole, in case you needed reminding.  Were you two were a thing?”

He scoffed.  “Yeah, if you can even call it that much.  But it’s interesting that my old play toy likes your current play toy, no?”  He laughed, his white teeth shining against his dark skin.  Katsuki rolled his eyes.  “Oh, right, I forgot, you’re really his play toy!  Maybe we should elope!  Show ‘em what’s what!”

Katsuki chuckled.  “You’d like that too much.”

Yoyo zipped up his backpack and threw it over his shoulder, wrapping an arm around Katsuki’s shoulders. They started walking.  “It would be the best day of your life.”

—

That evening, the majority of the class hung out in the common room, all huddled around a TV, watching Kirishima play an online first-person shooter.  The room was filled with loud shouts of, “No, behind you!”  “Over there!”  “Throw the grenade!”  “Damn, yeah, get it, boyyyyyy!”  Katsuki had taken a picture with his phone and posted it, using the hashtag for the video game they were playing.  Izuku was the first to like it, which made Katsuki smile.  

“I got him!  I got him!” Kirishima yelled, frantically hitting buttons on the controller. He didn’t.  He was hit with a sniper from another area entirely.  Everyone sighed loudly and Kirishima passed the controller to Sero.  

“Right then, this is how a real man dominates!” Sero said, taking the controller, but then yelled out, “Who the fuck plays inverted?!”

“My Dad plays inverted.  It’s how I was raised!” Kirishima yelled back.  Katsuki intently watched the TV, looking between that and Izuku who sat on the other side of the couch, Iida sitting in between the two of them. Occasionally, the two would look at each other, Katsuki would give him a wink and Izuku would smile, his freckles getting darker from his face turning pink.  

“Bakugou, eyes forward!” Iida told him, catching him staring at Izuku.  

“My eyes were forward!” Katsuki yelled.  

“So.” Kirishima said, sitting down in between Katsuki and Iida, making the couch cramped.  “Since you’re gay, how hot am I exactly?”

“Yeah, Bakugou, who’s hotter, me or Kirishima?” Kaminari asked playfully.  

Katsuki looked over at Kirishima, pushing his head away.  “I’m not gay, assholes.  If you’re going to give me a label, you could at least get it right.  And neither of you, you losers are ugly as hell.” he responded.  

“I definitely think I’m hotter than you.” Kirishima said, pointing at his head.  “My hair is red.”

“Yeah because you dye it, dumbass.  Look at your hands, it looks like you killed someone!” Kaminari told him.  His hair had changed color a few nights ago, but didn’t use the gloves and his hands were covered in red hair dye that had just begun to fade.  Kaminari continued,  “Midoriya, who’s hotter, me or Kirishima?”

Izuku’s face turned bright red.  “Leave him out of this, assholes.  We don’t look at you that way.” Katsuki said, trying to get the attention off of Izuku.

“Yeah, Bakugou, you’re too much of a pussy to tell us who’s the hottest.” Mineta taunted him, his lisp making his perverted face that much worse.

“It sure as hell isn’t you, sticky balls.” Katsuki said, standing up and looking down at his three-foot-tall acquaintance. “You’re at the bottom of the list.”

“No way!” Mineta said.  “I’m at least 4 times hotter than Tokoyami!”

“Excuse me!” Tokoyami said, lifting his beak up to glare at Mineta from across the room.  Dark Shadow peered over his shoulder, also glaring at Mineta.  

“We’re really not doing this.” Izuku said.  “No one wants to be called ugly.”

“We are certainly not doing this!” Iida said, his hands waving like a fan.  

“They could at least tell us who’s the hottest out of us all.” Kaminari said.  “Just for fun!  Come on, tell us who it is, Bakugou!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, ignoring the plight from Iida to not open his mouth.  “Deku, now shut up about it.”  He looked at Izuku for a moment before Iida popped between the two of them, shouting at Katsuki for talking when he was told not to.  

“Other than him!” Kaminari rolled his eyes, but then looked at the TV screen.  “You died twice and didn’t pass the controller?!  My turn, give it here!” Kaminari yelled at Sero, who held the controller out of his reach.  

“I only had like four seconds to play, the bastard in the tree got me!” Sero said.  “One more round, I promise!”

“Midoriya, tell us.” Mineta said.  “Who’s the hottest in the class, Midoriya, and you can’t say it’s Bakugou, that’s cheating!”

“I’m just not going to say anything.” Izuku told them, shaking his head quickly.  

“But you have someone on your mind, I can see it in your face.” Mineta teased.  Katsuki got up to squash the little fucker.

“If you don’t shut the fuck up right now, I’ll make it so you remain a virgin forever, you little shit—” Katsuki threatened, reaching down grabbing Mineta by the side of his face and lifted him off the ground, but caught Izuku’s gaze.  He wasn’t looking at Katsuki, but instead, he followed Izuku’s gaze over by the window where one person was standing.  The two looked at each other, smiling as if they knew something everyone else didn’t.

Fuck.

It was Todoroki.  Izuku broke the eye contact, looking away and blushing.  The same way he did when Katsuki winked at him. Todoroki smiled too, but closed his eyes.  Katsuki felt his heart drop and heat run throughout his body.  He dropped Mineta, who hit the ground with an oof. “Why don’t you join the group for once, Icy Hot?”

“Not much of a gamer.” Todoroki said, his arms still crossed.  They glared at each other from across the room, not saying a word.  

“Woah, this just got weird.” Kaminari said.  

“Yeah, we were just messing around.” Kirishima said.  “Oh, look, Sero just died. Again.”

“I’m going for a walk.” Katsuki said, grabbing his jacket. Katsuki was going to shout something, but thought the better of it.  He couldn’t argue it because Izuku was blushing.  Instead, Katsuki gritted his teeth, his hands forming fists.  “Don’t follow me.”  

“C’mon dude, we were messing around!” Kirishima called to him, but he was already halfway out the door.  He slammed it closed and kicked the grass as he walked back. He just wanted to clear his head, but he couldn’t shake the jealousy.  The feeling that there really could be something between Izuku and Todoroki.

The heat from his chest was too much to handle and the jealousy raged through his hands.  Sparks flashed in the dark.  “Dammit!” he said, holding both hands against the sides of his body.  “Keep it together.  They were just messing around.”  But the way Izuku looked at him.  And the way Todoroki smiled.  The words from his fight with Todoroki haunted him: “When your month is over, he’ll see that I’m the better option.”

“Kacchan!” he heard the fluted voice call out. “Kacchan, stop!”  Izuku had caught up to him, grabbing his arm.  Katsuki could tell he was using a little bit of One-for-All to keep him from walking any further.  “Are-are you crying, Kacchan?”  Katsuki hadn’t realized the number of tears that rolled down the sides of his cheeks.  Izuku held his face, wiping away the tears with his thumb.

“You like him, don’t you?” Katsuki asked.  He could feel his quirk begin to activate.  He could feel his hands sparking up again, knowing full well the answer to that.  Everyone liked that Icy Hot bastard.  Izuku stood there, quietly, not saying anything.  Katsuki pushed his hands away.  “You like him, too, right?”

“I admit it, I definitely think he’s attractive, Kacchan.  But I felt that way before I knew how you felt about me.” Izuku said.  “The more I look at you, the more I realize how much I feel for you.  We have something more than what any of us have with the others.” Izuku told him.  

“If it were a choice, you would have chosen him.” Katsuki said knowingly.  “Everyone fucking would.”

“Kacchan, I would choose you.” Izuku said.  In all the years they’d been friends, Izuku had never lied to him.  Even through all of Katsuki’s bullying through that time, Izuku continuously told him the truth.  

Until that moment.

“You don’t think I can tell when you’re lying to me? I can see straight through that.” Katsuki yelled at him, the words coming through his teeth, trying to breathe in between his cries.  You’re hyperventilating, you need to calm down! But he couldn’t stop it.  The pain from his heart beat into his quirk, pulsating a fire so strong, Katsuki thought his whole body would explode.  “It’s just not fair, Deku.” Katsuki said, tears streaming down his face, trying to stop his quirk from completely overtaking him. “I fucking hate this.  We’re the ones who are being chaperoned, we’re the ones who are having to sneak around.  I only see you on the weekends now.  He gets to see you all the time.  All throughout the week.  But I fucking can’t?  How the fuck are we supposed to be together when it feels like you’re with him?”  His mind wandered to Todoroki and the smile they shared.  

That smile was gone now.  Izuku’s face contorted between hints of frustration and confusion. “That’s not fair. We had all day to be together today, but you went to see Yoyo—,”

Katsuki laughed, knowing there was nothing funny about the situation.  “I don’t find Yoyo attractive, Deku.  Not like you and Todoroki.”

“No.” Izuku said, his brows furrowed in anger. “Like you find Camie.  Who you actually fucked, if we’re going to be resentful.”

Katsuki narrowed his gaze.  “Back off, bastard.  You know why I did that.”

“To get away from me?  Because you couldn’t stand the thought of loving me, your pitiful little Deku?” he took a few steps forward, but Katsuki didn’t move. Instead, he waited until Izuku’s shoes touched his, looking up at him.  

“That—that wasn’t it and you know it.” Katsuki tried to breathe, but couldn’t.  His body was so hot, he was sure Izuku could feel the conflagration coming from his chest. “I’m tired of this, Deku.  He gets to see you all the time and now you don’t come into my room anymore—,”

“That’s not my fault and you know it.” Izuku said slowly.  Katsuki dared not breathe, dared not speak.  He glared down at Izuku, afraid of saying anything.  He didn’t want to lose him, not to Todoroki.

But he couldn’t also stop himself.  “Are—are you fucking him, Deku?”  Izuku shook his head.  “After tomorrow, what’s the point?”

“Tomorrow?” Izuku said, blinking up at him and shaking his head.  “What does tomorrow have to do with this?”

Katsuki inhaled deeply before yelling, “Are you serious?!  Deku, it’s our one-month anniversary.  Where we—how did you put it?  Reevaluate our current circumstances?”

Deku was quiet, only saying a tiny, “Oh.”

“It doesn’t matter.  You’re not going to pick me.  You’re going to pick him.”  Tears streamed down his face.  “He’s in your groups at school, you walk with him in the halls, when you have a question about the homework, you ask him.”  The furnace of his quirk pulsed through his chest, through Katsuki’s body as he thought about the stare they had in the common room back at the dorm. That fucking smile!  His quirk heated through his body, anger and jealousy screamed out of him, “What the fuck do you need me for?  To blow you?  You haven’t done shit to me—,”

That did it.  There was a hard fist to his jaw.  Katsuki felt the power of One-for-All, a hard punch, but Katsuki maneuvered, feeling the wet, humid air in his hands ignite.  All his jealousy came out of his hands as he pushed a large blast, an explosion so loud, Katsuki felt the ground rumble beneath him, sending Izuku flying backwards, but Izuku jumped up quickly.  Katsuki threw another, less powerful, but Izuku dodged the attack, kicking himself into the air.  He flipped, adding momentum and came down hard against Katsuki’s shoulder. Katsuki grabbed Izuku’s foot, distracting him with a small blast to his forearm and with his other hand, grabbed the back of Izuku’s head and threw him to the ground, face first.  

“Stop it, Deku!”  Katsuki snarled, climbing on top of him, pinning him face-down in the grass. Katsuki could hear school alarms in the distance and his vision blurred as his head started to spin.  

“Bakugou!” Kirishima yelled, pulling Katsuki off of Izuku.  Iida helped Izuku up.

Katsuki was breathing hard, panting, trying to get out of Kirishima’s grip, but his hardening quirk didn’t allow it.  It jailed Katsuki, separating him and Izuku. No, not like this.  Don’t leave me, not like this.

—

Izuku cried soft tears as Iida helped him up. “I think, it might be time to end it, Midoriya.  I know it’s distracting for you, but also for all of us as well.”

Izuku moved his head to look at Katsuki, who was in Kirishima’s grasp.  He was trying to escape from Kirishima, like a feral animal that couldn’t be tamed. Kirishima stood his ground, keeping Katsuki back.  Izuku’s lips trembled as his eyes welled up with tears.  When their eyes met, Izuku gasped, holding his breath.  There was a raw, animalistic look in those maroon eyes. An anger that couldn’t be calmed, an emotion that couldn’t be satiated.  Izuku couldn’t look away from those eyes, there was something so intense in them, a look he’d never seen from Katsuki.  

It was heartbreak.

Katsuki’s breathing slowed and he allowed Kirishima to keep his arms around him as he whispered, “I can’t do this, Deku.” He sank to his knees, taking Kirishima down with him.  “Not like this.  I know I said I’d give it a month, but I’m giving you everything, all of me.  I love you so much, but you can’t even say it back to me.  Maybe there’s a reason for that.”    Katsuki got up and pushed Kirishima off of him. “I’m done, really.” he told Kirishima and started to walk away from the dorm.  

“K-Kacchan.” Izuku said, letting the tears fall down his face.  “Please—,”

Izuku moved to go after him, to stop him, but without turning around Katsuki said, “It’s okay.  We tried, Deku.”  Izuku opened his mouth to argue, to say that they still had one night left together, but Katsuki shook his head.  “I can’t do this anymore, Deku.  I can’t take it if you leave me.  I-I’ll always—”  But Katsuki got quiet before shutting his mouth.  “I need to clear my head.  Four Eyes, make sure you tell Aizawa I’m going home this weekend.”

“Ah?” Iida started to say, but then bowed respectfully. “Yes, of course!  Whatever you need.” Izuku watched as Katsuki turned around, grabbing Kirishima by his shirt collar.  “We’re going for a walk.  I need to clear my head.”

Izuku watched them walk away until they were out of sight, engulfed in the darkness of the night.  He waited a moment before he turned around, Iida walking him back to the dorm, helping him up the stairs and opening the door.  When he walked into the common room, all his classmates’ eyes burned into him.  His chin trembled for a few moments before his knees buckled and he fell to the floor, holding his arms.  He sobbed incoherently as salty grief poured from his eyes.  His vision became hazy, but a hand touched his shoulder.  And then another.  And then another.  More hands of his classmates piled on his other shoulder, his head, his back, until two strong hands took his face, wiping away the pain that ran down his cheeks.  Izuku looked up and stared straight into the duo-chromed eyes of Todoroki, who took Izuku into his arms and allowed Izuku to cry into his shoulder.  

—

Katsuki couldn’t breathe.  Kirishima asked where they were going, but he didn’t answer.   He held the phone up to his ear and said, “Please be awake—thank fucking hell, please come outside.”

“Sure thing!” the voice said on the other side of the phone.  And Yoyo walked outside of the 3-A dorm.  He was in white shorts, the same color as his hair.  “Oh, no.  Trouble in paradise?”

“I—we couldn’t do it, Yoyo.” Katsuki said.  “We could never stay together.”

Yoyo held his arms out and Katsuki hugged him, crying into his friend’s chest.  “If it’s real, then he’ll stay, honey. And if it’s real, then you’ll want him to.”

END OF PART 1

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Stay, Part 1: Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Back to the Present 

All evening, Katsuki and Izuku kept their distance.  They hung out on opposite ends of the common area with opposite kinds of people, but that wasn’t the only thing that kept the separated: Iida had taken his chaperoning of he and Izuku a little too seriously.  Izuku had gotten up to use the bathroom and Katsuki watched as he passed, looking at Izuku’s hips flow from side to side.  They teased Katsuki and when Izuku passed the corner, Katsuki started to get up to follow, but Iida yelled at him to sit back down. Reluctantly, Katsuki agreed, but Izuku had sent him a text that read: He can’t help it, we’ll just have to stay separated.  Katsuki groaned, watching Izuku as he turned the corner again and sit down next to Todoroki and Uraraka.  

Until tonight.  Katsuki smirked as he sent the text, only half-listening to Kaminari, who was talking about the mission, despite Aizawa telling them not to, but when Kirishima sat down, the conversation immediately got switched around.  

“You guys don’t have to keep quiet about it.” Kirishima said.  

“I hate that we have to go to see a counselor, though!” Kaminari told the group of them.  

Sero threw a baseball above his head and caught it, just before it hit his crown. “Not sure, might be a good idea for Bakugou—”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, not in the mood to have a pissing contest.  Instead, he pulled out his phone and typed: Can’t wait to finally get you alone.

“So, you and Midoriya?” Kirishima asked, his face turning red.  “How—how did that happen?  Like, you were such an asshole to him—,”

“Not true!” Mina said, jumping in. “He’s an asshole to everyone.”  Shinsou and Kaminari laughed, but suddenly stopped as thunder clapped outside and the lights flickered off.  There was a slight groan from the class and Iida instructed a few people to go get flashlights.  “Ugh, it’s so dark.  Make us some light, would you?” Mina instructed Katsuki.

“Don’t know.” Katsuki told her. “You’re kind of being an asshole.” But as he said that a little flicker of light shimmered in his periphery and watched as Izuku’s face lit up slowly from a small flame Todoroki made. Katsuki watched the way Izuku had thanked him, placing a hand on Todoroki’s shoulder and pointing at the flame, no doubt incredibly interested in something about his quirk.  Katsuki lifted his ear, trying to overhear what Izuku was saying.  

“Thinking of ditching our squad, bro?” Sero asked him.  Katsuki’s eyes shot over in Sero’s direction, who had a playful smirk.  “I saw you looking over there.”

“It’s almost pitch black, you didn’t see anything.” Katsuki said.  His clammy hand lit carefully.  He looked at Kirishima, who’s hair started to grow back in.  “You going to dye your hair red again, or keep it dark?”

Kirishima smiled.  “No way, I’m changing it back to red when it grows back out.  Wouldn’t be Red Riot without red hair, would I?”  

“He’s upset now that he can’t call you Shitty Hair anymore.” Mineta said.  “Because you don’t have any!”

“Oh, shut up, Mineta, you’re not funny.” Mina said.

Kirishima clapped his hands together.  The group of them looked at him.  “Now that I have your attention, about Midoriya—,”

“You mentioned in the meeting with Aizawa earlier that you wanted to take a break from your work study, that still true?” Shinsou asked Kirishima.

Kirishima glared at him, but then looked at the floor.  “Yeah, it is.”  They were quiet for a moment before he said, “Will someone please tell me what happened between Bakugou and Midoriya?!” Kirishima yelled at them, so loudly, Katsuki saw Izuku’s head poke over in their direction from hearing his name. But when Todoroki bent forward and whispered something in his ear.  Izuku smiled and looked away from them, but Katsuki swore Izuku winked at him before turning all the way around.  

Katsuki smiled too, feeling the heat in his body get a little warmer and his hand ignited a little more as he heard Kaminari say, “Bakugou basically confessed his love for Midoriya after a fight with Shinsou during training and they just decided that they would try dating for a month and then depending on how they like it, they’ll keep it going.”

“Christ, can anyone just not gossip around here?” Katsuki asked them.

“Please, it’s why you love us!” Mina said, pulling her arms in the air and stretching.  “Well, I think that’s it, boys!  I’m headed to bed.”

“What now?  It’s only—holy shit, it’s that late already!” Kaminari said.  “Yeah, I think I’m hittin’ the sack too, guys!”  He got up and waved to everyone as he walked away, followed by Mina and then Shinsou and Sero not too long after until it was only he and Kirishima, who went to bed as well.

“Damn flashlight, why the fuck doesn’t anything work!” Kirishima hit it a few times before it finally turned on again and waving at Katsuki before heading into the dark hall. Katsuki watched him until the light that illuminated his friend disappeared.  Sighing, he looked over at the group Izuku was sitting in, and grew a bit angrier to find that most of Izuku’s group had gone to bed and it was only Izuku and Todoroki.  They sat comfortably close, but Katsuki thought against sitting next to them.  He still hadn’t talked to Todoroki since their fight all those weeks ago, but Katsuki wasn’t about to apologize.  Still, a few jealous thoughts roamed in his mind.

Why is it always the two of them?  Lightning lit up Izuku’s face, thunder following closely behind. Katsuki caught a glimpse of Izuku’s expression as he stared at Todoroki, intrigued by their conversation.  Don’t think about it.  He got up from the couch, his hand still lit, but as he got up, Katsuki heard them laugh as they stared at something on Izuku’s phone.  Heat spread to his hand faster than he thought and in an attempt to control it, he smothered the explosion by smoking his hands, making the room smell like burnt sugar. The aroma drifted through the air as Katsuki made his way down the quiet hall.  His phone buzzed as he pushed the door open to the stairs on the bottom level.

A text, from Izuku, that read: Bedtime already?

God, I just really need you, he thought to himself and he responded with: Not quite.  He typed out another message along the lines of: I’ll be waiting but thought against sending it.  Instead he hit the lock button on the side of his phone and started his way up, taking each stair carefully.  His quirk lit each stair well enough, but there was a creepy feeling of being alone. When he opened the door to his floor, he was met face-to-face with Iida.

“Aha!” Iida said, making Katsuki jump.  The hand that waved in front of his face was slapped away quickly, smoke billowed from Katsuki’s hand as a spark ignited.  

“Four Eyes, you scared the shit outta me!” Katsuki told him.  “This isn’t even your floor!”

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re planning.  Any minute now, Midoriya will appear from one of these elevators!”

“That doesn’t even make sense, the elevators aren’t working.  In case you hadn’t noticed, the building is out of power.  Get your prescription checked, Four Eyes.  You’ll be waiting out here all night.” Not a total lie, but he knew it wasn’t exactly the whole truth either.

“Not true!  I asked Kaminari to reroute the system so any second, the power will come back on.  And when it does, I’ll be waiting!” Iida put his fist to his chest and said, “Aizawa entrusted me with this.  I won’t let him down!”

At least he’s preoccupied now, Katsuki thought, telling him, “Suit yourself. I really don’t care.”  He walked a few steps before the lights flickered back on for a moment, but immediately went back out.  Katsuki could hear Iida yelling even as he closed the door.  

And Izuku almost gave him a heart attack.  “Why is everyone being so creepy today?” Katsuki whispered.  Izuku was sitting on the edge of Katsuki’s bed.  As lightning struck outside, Izuku’s eyes flashed an intense green.  Thunder crashed.

“I wanted a chance to talk to you.” Izuku said.  “Alone.” A wet, white t-shirt stuck to his chest. His nipples were hard, a tight abdomen teased Katsuki.  Izuku got up and without thinking about it, as soon as Izuku stepped forward, Katsuki grabbed him, pulling him in close with his good arm.  The pain from his broken one stung, but he didn’t care.  He just held onto Izuku, as tightly as he could. Izuku nuzzled his head into Katsuki’s chest.  It’s the first time Katsuki could feel Izuku’s wet hair, cold against him. Katsuki warmed his entire torso, arms and hands, in case Izuku was cold and he must’ve been because he pushed his arms up against Katsuki’s stomach.  

“If you want to talk, nerd, you have to say something.” Katsuki said, through a coy smile.  He was just so happy to see Izuku—his Deku.  

“I ran into Nebina Kogo while you were away.”

Katsuki’s smile dropped as he remembered listening to Izuku talking about her.  That there was apparently a lot of—what word did Deku use?— learning involved as he remembered that Izuku had lost his virginity to the girl.  He took in a deep breath, but couldn’t help the growl that came out as he exhaled.  

“She says hey, by the way.” Izuku told him.  Of course she does, Kastuki thought as Izuku said,  “Todoroki accidentally let it slip that we’re together, so—,”

“You were with Icy Hot?” Katsuki asked before he could stop the words from leaving his mouth.  “I’m going to need the whole story here, things aren’t making sense.”

Izuku nodded, pulling away from his chest.  Katsuki walked over to the bed, sitting down, offering Izuku to sit next to him.  Izuku did, the weight of the bed making them both bounce a little and Katsuki wrapped his arm around Izuku’s waist.  He listened intently as Izuku told him that he and Todoroki left campus, but for what reason, he wouldn’t tell Katsuki. “I can’t, I told him I wouldn’t!” he said as Katsuki protested and continued about how when they went back to the train, they had time to kill and ran into Nebina at the restaurant.  “I asked her if she knew whether you really loved me or not.”

Katsuki’s chest blared with heat at that.  “Why the fuck would you ask her that?” knowing full well that Nebina could read emotions.

Izuku’s head titled. “Because Kacchan, I’m still uncertain about this.  About us. I’m still—,” he paused. “Apprehensive.”

He looked into Katsuki when he said that.  As if he was looking for something.  “I was really angry, Deku.  I’m sure Nebina felt that.”

“She said she sensed confusion.”

Damn, that girl has some serious control over her quirk.  “Because I was confused, Deku.” Katsuki told him.  Izuku pulled his knees into his chest and stared at his feet.  “But I’m not confused anymore.  I have everything I want.  I have you. Deku, just—,” he placed his forehead on Deku’s shoulder.  “Let me love you.”

He kissed Izuku’s shoulder and trailed them up his neck.  He brushed his fingers through Izuku’s wet curls and lightly tugged on a few of the tangles that he ran across.  

“Fuck, get this shit off of me.” Katsuki looked down at the sling.  Izuku helped him pull it over his head.  He winced a little.  As much as he tried not to show his pain, Izuku had seen it anyway and started to say, “We don’t have to—,”  

No!  I want this!  Katsuki’s mouth was on top of Izuku’s, their tongues immediately interlocking.  A whimper came from Izuku, who pulled off his shirt, his hair wavy and still dripping from the rain.  His wet skin glistened as lightning struck again, followed by a loud clap of thunder. “I’m so glad you’re okay, Kacchan.” he whispered into his ear.  Katsuki closed his eyes, just listening to Izuku breathe through those words, feeling his tongue as Izuku said the word glad, Izuku’s lips touching his ear.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.”  Katsuki breathed back, lifting Izuku’s chin, their eyes meeting for brief moment.  Katsuki peered through his deep, earthy eyes.  Let me love you, Deku.  Their gaze didn’t hold longer than that short second before they kissed again.  Long, hard and slow, allowing their tongues to really taste each other.  There was heavy anticipation as Izuku’s mouth never left Katsuki’s—only Izuku’s cold hands unbuttoned Katsuki’s shirt, pushing it down his shoulders, down his arms and onto the bed.  A noise escaped Izuku as Katsuki grabbed the back of his head—a deep, low moan that penetrated Katsuki, rumbling throughout his entire body.  

He wanted Izuku to touch him so badly.  He leaned down to kiss him, but before their lips touched, Izuku holds up a hand. “Kacchan.”  Katsuki stops immediately.  “Kacchan, is this okay?”

Is this…what?  “What?”

Izuku paused, holding his breath and sat up to look over at Katsuki.  “I mean…how do you like it?”

“How do I—I mean, it’s great.” Katsuki said.  He was so confused.  “Did you enjoy it?”  Izuku nodded. Katsuki inhaled deeply, trying not to lose his cool, but he felt his quirk heat up from within his body, heating to his hands.  “Is there a problem, Deku?”

But Izuku was quiet.  His wavy hair started to curl, but water still dripped down onto his forehead from his wet hair.  There was soft thunder in the distance as the sky lit up.  “Am I pretty?” Izuku asked at last.  Katsuki sat on the bed and stared dead into his eyes. Was he pretty?  He’d never thought about it like that, only that he knew Izuku was attractive.  He had beautiful eyes and curly hair that often knotted itself.  He had seen Izuku’s body go from being tiny and frail to being able to withstand the quirk of All Might.  His freckles were adorable, complimenting his light complexion. Izuku smiled when Katsuki didn’t say anything.  “No, sorry, that was stupid.”

“No!” Katsuki said.  “I just—are you pretty?”  he repeated.  “Deku, I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”  Izuku’s eyes lit up, his cheeks turning bright pink, making his freckles even darker.  Christ, could he get any more fucking adorable?  “Why do you ask?”

Izuku shook his head.  “It’s nothing, Kacchan.”

Izuku leaned forward for a kiss, but Katsuki stopped him this time.  “Seriously, nerd.  Why did you ask that?”  That question was followed by more silence.  “Deku, I’ll get it out of you one way or another.”

“Okay!” Izuku said, but he closed his eyes as he said, “Did you think Camie was beautiful, too?”

Katsuki thought long and hard before answering.  He knew that was a dangerous question.  “Am I not allowed to think that—?”

“Is there something you like?” Izuku asked interrupting him.  “Like, is there something that you absolutely love?”

Katsuki thought about it.  In all his fantasies of Izuku, they were intimate in more ways than one.  They were close, emotionally and physically.  Even when Shinsou’s fake Izuku held him, it was a passionate memory. “I really want to be close with you. I want it to mean something.”

“That didn’t answer my question.”

Katsuki’s eyes rolled into his head.  He felt like he was being interrogated. “What the hell is up with you, Deku?” Katsuki said, reaching a hand out to touch Izuku’s face, but it was slapped away. “Why is it so hard to have a simple fucking conversation with you?  Yes, you’re beautiful.  And—I don’t know, I guess I like to be teased.”

“Teased.” Izuku said back at him.

“Yeah, like in my fantasies, you—,” Katsuki gulped, shaking his head, not wanting to tell him, but after looking in his eyes earlier, he was sure that Izuku wanted to please him as much as he wanted to please Izuku.  He stopped himself before finishing that statement.  “Is there something you like?”

Izuku shook his head.  “No, I think it’s perfect, Kacchan.”

Katsuki knew that was a lie, but shook his head, but didn’t ask anything else about it.  Instead, he asked, “Could you just hold me?  Until I fall asleep?”

Izuku was in his arms and wrapped an arm around his torso.  He wasn’t too cold anymore and his hair was almost entirely curled up in its natural state. Izuku lightly kissed Katsuki on the forehead.  “Of course, Kacchan.”

“I love you, Deku…”

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Stay, Part 1: Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Self-Destruction in 3...2...1

The dance was a week away and all Katsuki could think about was what Yoyo had said.  Maybe he was attracted to Izuku and maybe he wasn’t. He had no idea.  But he found it incredibly hard to concentrate on his school work, that’s for sure.  He had Izuku’s number and would occasionally try to text him, but when he would type something out, he would delete it immediately.  But once he had finally had a chance to sit down and convince himself to do homework, he suddenly got a notification on his phone.

He practically threw his pencil down.  He held his breath, thinking that it may have been Izuku.  He didn’t even stop to think, but when he looked at his phone, his phone fell from his hands.  “Fucking hell,” he mumbled picking it up and unlocking the screen.  It was just Camie, who had commented on one of his posts: Dayyyumm lookin like a snack boiii.  He rolled his eyes but liked the comment anyway.  He really wanted to see if Izuku would like it.  He did look good in the post—he was unzipping his U.A. jacket when Mina asked him to do it again after training one day in the gym.  His skin glistened with sweat and she yelled at him how to pose.  He found himself actually liking the picture and asked her to send it to him so he could post it.  It got more likes than he originally thought.

He and Camie had also talked a lot more since she agreed to come to the dance.  To Kirishima’s demise, Katsuki had actually grown to like her, even if she was a total airhead.  They texted back and forth, in between classes and outside of normal school hours. She was really flirty and seemed super easy, which is Katsuki’s case, was exactly what he needed.  Something, or someone, to take his mind off of Izuku.

She had texted him right after she commented and it read: you plus me equals YAS PLEASE!  He shook his head and laughed.  He asked her what she was going to wear to the dance to which she responded: depends I want to match you so wear something hot and here’s a hint…red’s my color.  He got the gist of it.  They’d likely have sex.  One way for Katsuki to realize if he actually had feelings for Izuku for not.  

Katsuki heard some of the other students outside of his door.  He wished he could get a little quiet, but they were running up and down the hallways. There were study rooms in the dorms that had soundproof walls, so he thought that maybe he could get some quiet to just think.  He went into a drawer and pulled out another notebook.  This one was a journal, a sort of diary.  He was a pretty angry kid and his dad thought that getting him a journal would help calm his nerves.  Truthfully, it did and he kept the original that his dad got for him.  Back then, he wrote in it every day.  He got new ones, but wrote in them less frequently and after reading through them recently, he mostly got over whatever insignificant problem he was facing.  But the original had in it his quirk and how hard it was to understand what was really happening to his body.

But he had a feeling that this entry he’d want to keep for a while, but he couldn’t write in it with all the noise from outside his room.  He stuffed it down his pants and left the room, locking the door on his way out. He noticed a few of the girls in the hallway and Kirishima.  How could he think girls stare at me when he’s literally hanging out with almost every girl in the class?  He put his headphones in and started to head downstairs into the basement.  Once he got to the study room, he looked around before pulling out the journal and opened the door.  There was no one in there.

Except Izuku.  

They were totally alone in this room.  Just the two of them.  No one could hear what was happening outside.  And they wouldn’t be disturbed inside.  His heart dropped and heat boiled in his chest.  Dammit, what is wrong with me?  Izuku was muttering to himself before he heard Katsuki close the door.  

“Kacchan!” Izuku said, looking nervous.  He laughed a little and said, “The girls were being kind of loud and it was hard to concentrate, but I want to get my homework done before the weekend starts.  It’s okay, though, if you want the room to yourself.”  Izuku started to pack up, stuffing his notebook into his All Might backpack that was falling apart.  Katsuki didn’t mind that he was in here with him.  Just that they were in the room alone together.  What are you talking about, nothing will happen!  He didn’t know how to make him stop packing his things.  That he wouldn’t mind if Izuku stayed in there with him.  That he was thankful it was him in here and no one else.  

“You can stay if you want, I really don’t care.  I was just—” he stopped him before saying he wanted to write in his journal.  He didn’t want to seem—

What, gay?  Is that the word you were thinking, Katsuki?  Those thoughts raced around in his brain.  Sometimes he was totally sure he wasn’t.  Other times, he was sure he was bisexual, but only when Izuku was around, but those thoughts came before drifting off into a deep sleep.  It’s not like they had done anything, so Katsuki couldn’t know for sure, right?  “—those assholes outside my room are being loud and I’m finding it hard to focus on anything.”

Izuku stared at him for a second and opened his mouth.  But right when it opened for him to say something, Izuku closed it again and pulled out his notebook.  “If you’re sure.”

Katsuki nodded, but then added, “Just don’t be too loud, nerd.” without thinking about it.  He clamped his mouth shut.  And to his horror, Izuku smiled at that and went back to his work. Katsuki’s heart started to pound against his chest.  They had one of their first real conversations in a while.  Barely, but a full conversation, nonetheless.  Katsuki sat down in the seat furthest from Izuku and put his headphones in.  He was worried about what to write about with Izuku being right there, but decided the hell with it and jotted down some stuff like: Pros and Cons of being Bi…pro, you can make everyone your little bitch…con, people would judge…pro, maybe you’d convince Deku to love you…con, maybe he’d laugh at you…the list wasn’t very extensive, but he didn’t need it to be too deep right now.  He just needed to get all of his thought down on the piece of paper.  

 “Um, Kacchan?” a little flute said.  Katsuki’s head shot up at the sound and Izuku was standing over him, tapping him on the shoulder.  Katsuki hovered over his notebook, trying to cover up what he was talking about without raising suspicion, but Izuku looked down at Katsuki’s desk.  Katsuki slammed the notebook shut forcefully.  They looked at each for a few moments before Izuku said, “S-s-sorry to bother, but I d-d-definitely need some help with the physics problem in the homework.  Number 10, did you get it already?”

 Katsuki nodded.  “Yeah, lemme take a look.”  He got up and followed Izuku back to the desk.  Izuku sat down and Katsuki leaned over next to his shoulder.  Izuku didn’t reek of cologne like Kirishima did, but instead a subtle citrus scent that tickled Katsuki’s nose, like a certain lemon tea Katsuki likes to drink.  The curls in his dark green hair were tangled together and as Izuku tried to discuss the problem, all Katsuki could think about was running his fingers through Izuku’s hair, but tried to shake away that thought away.  Don’t you fucking touch him, he thought to himself.  But as Izuku explained the problem he was having and what he tried to do to solve it, Katsuki was hardly paying attention, only looking at the way his lips moved when he spoke.  Katsuki leaned in, actually trying to focus on what Izuku was saying, but when he went in closer, Izuku’s voice filled his ears, almost like he was talking directly into them.  Katsuki could hear him pause to inhale occasionally.  All Katsuki wanted to do was pick him up, slam him against the desk and make passionate love to him.  

Wait, no.  No, no, no.  Don’t think that!  He told himself loudly in his head.  He couldn’t look at him, just focus on the problem.  This problem.  What subject was Deku studying again?  

He glanced down and instantly remembered it was physics they were talking about.  He saw Izuku’s mistake and pointed at it.  “This should be negative and shift around the formula a bit to find the answer.  So divide the 3, but because of the distributive property, you have to do it to both of the stuff in the parenthesis.”  

Izuku got quiet for a moment, muttering and repeating what Katsuki said a few times, staring intently at the problem.  Katsuki could see the wheels in Izuku’s head turning and when the lightbulb went off and he got it, smiling.  “Oh, right! T-thanks for the help, Kacchan.”  

Katsuki went to thank him, but instead accidentally looked at him.  His tangled mess of hair fell in front of his green eyes that pierced though him, but he couldn’t look away.  Heat rose through his entire body and he picked Izuku up out of the chair by his shirt.  “Kacchan!”  Katsuki saw Izuku reach internally for One for All.  Use it, put me in my place!  He pushed Izuku up against the wall.  Their gaze never left, both boys baring their teeth at one another.  Katsuki growled for a moment, an involuntary sound coming from deep inside his chest.  “What the hell I found the mistake, it was stupid, I’m sorry—,”

“Shut the hell up, you fucking nerd.” Katsuki said.  Katsuki pushed him backward against the wall, making Izuku squeak slightly.  “Christ, I can never get a fucking moment’s peace when you’re around!”

The door suddenly burst open. Iida and Uraraka stood in the doorway. “Bakugou, put him down this instant, this is not a training area!”

Guess this place isn’t exact 100% sound proof.  But when looking over at them, he saw Todoroki standing in the doorway as well, looking worried.  He gently put Izuku on the ground, but didn’t take his eyes off Todoroki.  “Oh look, Deku—,” he said, laughing menacingly. “—it’s your prince.  He’s come to fucking save you.”  Everyone looked confused, but Katsuki couldn’t help himself. The words flew out of his mouth as he shouted, “I heard you two in the locker room.  Going to ride the train home together.  What the fuck for?  Can’t take care of yourself, Deku, you need his protection—?”

“That’s none of your fucking business.” Todoroki said coldly.  His gaze didn’t leave Katsuki either.

Katsuki turned and let out a few small sparks of an intense red explosion.  Uraraka ran off seeing the two of them, but Katsuki paid her no mind. “I’ll blast you back to fucking hell, icy hot bastard!”

Todoroki’s left side ignited, his flames causing a slight gust of warm wind at that.  “You’re no match for me.  I could freeze your blasts in an instant, asswipe.”

The heat from Katsuki’s quirk rose into him.  He had some of the same power that Todoroki had and assumed that Todoroki felt the same heat on his left side flowing through him.  Todoroki, in the same way Katsuki threw his blasts, Todoroki threw his flames like a wall at the two of them.  Izuku was about to jump out of the way, but Katsuki absorbed his flames.  He called this move, “Eating fire” despite it being with his arms.  He let the feeling Todoroki’s quirk run through his body.  Fuck, this is hot.  But he stood his ground, unfazed by the flame wall, as was Izuku. Todoroki was a formidable opponent, but only because of his ice.  He smiled at the contest, and held up his hand.  Like popcorn, the sweat in his hands snapped, but Todoroki true to his word, blocked it with an ice attack, but Katsuki quickly threw two more blasts—one to break the ice Todoroki just created and the other to blast Todoroki backwards.  The bomb detonated and Todoroki was quickly thrown back against the wall.  

“ENOUGH!” Mr. Aizawa entered the room and it went completely quiet.  Katsuki was breathing heavily and Mr. Aizawa’s hair went straight up, looking at him in his eyes.  They were angry that much was certain, but after eating Todoroki’s fire, Katsuki was sort of glad to be cooled off a little as the heat from his quirk left his body.  

Sort of.  

“You—,” Mr. Aizawa pointed at Todoroki.  “And you—,” at Katuski, “and fucking you.” at Izuku.  “Come with me.  NOW.” He bellowed.

“Midoriya?  He had nothing to do with this fight—,” Iida started to say, but Aizawa looked at him, his hair still straight in the air.  Iida shut his mouth and bowed respectfully at the faculty member and the three boys followed him out of the study room.  

They walked for a solid five minutes up the stairs, taking each one step at a time, not speaking to each other. Halfway up the staircase, Katsuki felt his quirk return to him and he could finally breathe again.  They reached the third floor and Aizawa opened a door.  “Inside.” He commanded and they obeyed.  

It looked like a small apartment. There was a large kitchen that connected to a living space.  Within the living space was a small tv and a couch.  Off of the kitchen was a tiny dining room where there was a table.  Eri sat at the table, coloring a picture. She looked up and saw the three of them. “Oh no, Deku—,” She got up, but Aizawa raised a hand.

“They are fine, Eri.  I just need to scold them.  Did you want to go ahead and watch some TV?” Aizawa asked. She nodded, getting up from the table. She made her way through the kitchen and into the living room, passing by the boys.  

“Don’t scold them too much, okay?” Eri told Aizawa and he smirked.

“Not at all, just enough so they never fight in the building again.  Go on, now.��� Aizawa gestured her into the living room, where she sat down on the couch and turned the TV on, staring at a cartoon Katsuki used to watch as a kid.  “You three, at the table.” They all went over to the table, their heads down.  They sat next to each other, with Izuku in the middle, and Aizawa sat on the other side of the table.  “Can someone tell me what happened?”  When the three boys started talking at once, Aizawa’s hair shot up again, but even though he still felt the heat of his quirk, Aizawa’s intense stare was enough to shut them all up.  “Midoriya, what happened?”

Izuku thought for a moment. “I, um, well.  I asked Kacchan to help with a problem in my homework—,”

Aizawa’s eyebrows went up. He looked extremely surprised. “Bakugou was in there with you?”

The three boys nodded and Midoriya continued, “He helped me with a problem, but I must’ve said something that upset him because, well—he got really angry with me and that’s when Iida, Todoroki and Uraraka showed up.”

“Who started the actual fight?”

“I did.” said Katsuki and Todoroki at the same time.

Aizawa studied them for a moment. “Fine.  The two of you are on house arrest for 3 days.  I’ll give the cleaning staff the days off—,”

“I’m supposed to go home and get my stuff for the dance this weekend, though.” Todoroki started.

But Aizawa shook his head. “You two will not be going to the dance.”  Bakugou opened his mouth to fight, but then closed it.  He knew better than to argue with Aizawa.  “The two of you will stay in the dorms and write apology letters to each other.  Understood?” The two boys nodded.  “Todoroki, you can go.  Midoriya, you can leave too.  But you—,” Aizawa reached in his pocket and unfolded Katsuki’s notebook. “I assume this is yours?”  Katsuki went to reach for it, but Aizawa’s hair shot up.  “We’ll be discussing this in length.  Go ahead boys.”

Katsuki did his best to fight back tears, but it was too difficult.  Aizawa had clearly read what was inside.  Did he think him weak now?  His shoulders moved with his inconsistent breathing.  “Kacchan.” the little flute said, like a hand reaching out with its voice.  

“He’ll be okay.  Go on back to your rooms.  And behave yourselves.”  Aizawa told them warningly.  They waited until they heard the door close and Katsuki cried into his hands.  

“Are you hurt?” a voice asked. Katsuki sniffled, peeling back his hands.  It was Eri. She was so tiny, looking up at him. Katsuki shook his head as Eri reached out and touched his face.  “Don’t be sad.  It’ll all be okay.”  

“Thanks.” Katsuki said to her, genuinely meaning it.  She bowed to him and went back to her TV show.  Katsuki looked at Aizawa.  “I assume you read it?”

Aizawa’s eyes narrowed.  “Not on purpose.  I assumed it was homework for one of the three of you.  But when I glanced at the opened page, it was hard to.”  

“You must think I’m weaker than before.” Katsuki said.  

“Weaker?” Aizawa said.  “Why would I think that?  Because of what you wrote?  In truth, I thought it was Midoriya’s.  But now looking at this, at all of this—,” he nodded but looked at Katsuki with the strong stare.  “Being different doesn’t give you the right to be mean to people, Bakugou.”

“I just…I can’t help it.  Especially when—,” sniffle, “—he’s around.  I get filled with heat so intense it actually feels like it’s going to sear my skin off.”

“So, you got mad at him and threw his friend against the floor?” Aizawa said, shaking his head.  “That doesn’t seem like the way to win someone over, does it?”

Katsuki thought for a moment. He thought about telling Aizawa that he didn’t like Izuku.  That is was all a big misunderstanding. “You think I’m weak now, don’t you?”

“I don’t look at you any differently than I did before.  Because you’re still a snotnose little shit.”  A small smile crept across the teacher’s face.  “But you’re strong.  Maybe use the extra heat he gives you as fuel.  It might help you control your quirk instead of losing control of it.” Katsuki was quiet.  He’s heard a lot of honest words for the past few days now.   “You are trying to turn yourself into something you aren’t and that will drive you crazy.  You were able to stop Todoroki’s fire and after he used his ice, you were able to use your quirk to get him on the ground.  I wouldn’t say that’s weakness.  Though—,” he smirked.  “—you need to work on your technique.”

Katsuki smirked back.  He missed Aizawa as his teacher and in that moment, wished he could come back.  “Yeah, alright.”  He yawned. “I should head to bed now. Just…don’t tell anyone for now.  I want to get things figured out.”

Aizawa nodded, got up and held the door open for Katsuki.  As he passed, Aizawa handed him his journal.  When Katsuki left, the door closed behind him and Katsuki went back to his room.  It was dark, but he was too tired turn on the lights, so he used his phone as a flashlight to take his clothes off, put on some new underwear and was about to climb into bed when his phone vibrated in his hand.

It was a text from Camie: ‘actually scratch that not red…maybe blue? Or purple?  I think purple would look so hot on you!’ Bakugou looked at the text and reread it, unsure of how to tell her he could no longer go, but thought the best to at least be honest: ‘I got into a fight and now I can’t go.’ A few minutes past before he got another text: ‘Bummer!’  He sighed.  It was a fucking bummer.  ‘What happened?’ She asked.  He responded with: ‘I got into a fight.’  Camie sent a text so quickly, Katsuki was sure she hadn’t even read it.  ‘Damn you are a bad one, aren’t you?’  Katsuki laughed and replied, ‘You have no idea.’

A few minutes past before Katsuki looked at the time and figuring she fell asleep, he closed his eyes before he felt the phone vibrate once more against his chest: ‘Let’s find out how badddd you really are.  Wanna meet up?’  He thought about it for a moment, thinking of replying that he was too tired, but was he really?  ‘Sure, when?’  She responded almost immediately with, ‘Right now asshole.  Meet up at The Rage.  It’s halfway between where I am and you are.’    She sent the address and it was two hours away by train, which was the only way for Katsuki to get to her.  But by the looks of it, it would take her two hours too.  ‘Whoever gets there first owes the other one!’  He piled out of bed, putting on a tank top and some jeans.  It may have been a little too warm even for that, but what did he care?  Before leaving, he went into the bottom drawer of his dresser and pulled out a box of condoms, sticking one in his wallet.  And like a thief in the night, he left, texting her, ‘see you there.’

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From the train, he finally reached the stop that he was supposed to get off at and left the station.  It was just him and some guy at the end of the car who was snoring loudly.  He was really thankful to be able to get off U.A. campus, even for just a moment. He’d seen teachers use an entrance and figured that was the way to get in and out without tripping the alarm. No cops were called, so he figured he was right.  They certainly would have followed him on the train, but he was the only one riding at 1AM. He exited the car at the correct stop and started walking towards the club.  

“Turn right.” said his phone, giving him directions loudly in his ears.  

He didn’t care that he was breaking the rules.  

He opened the door to an establishment called The Rage.  It was dark inside, with lights flashing different colors all around.  It was enough to give him a headache and wake him up from the train ride all at once.  He suddenly felt someone touch his arm.  

“Aha!” said a voice.  “Beat you!”

He turned and she stood there, looking hot as ever.  She wore a pink shirt that was cut at the bottom, showing off her tiny waist line. She clearly wasn’t wearing a bra and was also in jeans like he was, but hers left nothing to the imagination.  

“Come on!” she said.  “You owe me since I beat you here!”  

He smiled playfully and pulled her in close as people crowded around the dance floor.  “Tell me what you want.” he said in her ear.  She turned around, pushing herself up against him.

“How about I show you what I want instead.” Camie said through a long kiss.  He kissed her back, closing his eyes.  She opened his mouth with her tongue and licked his teeth.  She pulled away from him, but then grabbed his neck and pulling him down, looked at him in his eyes and said, “Let’s play first!”

She grabbed his shirt and pulled him out to the dance floor where there was a mob of people, all grinding and dry humping each other like animals in the pit of the club.  She bent forward and he pushed against her, rhythmically moving to the beat of the music.  It felt good, but it was just a tease.  He grabbed her waist and grinded against her.  After a few songs, she pulled on his shirt and he followed her into a dirty bathroom.  Not like he cared.  She locked the door behind her and right when she did that, he spun her around and hoisted her up onto the sink.  He kissed the top of her chest, and when he motorboated her, she smacked him and he playfully bit her ear.    

“I didn’t tell you to stop.” she told him and he leaned down, kissing her hard.  He pulled off his shirt and pushed himself against her.  “You still owe me, you know.”  

She took off her shirt and looked up at him.  Even with her hoisted on the sink, he towered over her.  “What did you have in mind?”

“Let me show you.” she whispered.

Licking his teeth, he pushed her hips towards him.  She leaned her head back, exposing her bare neck.  “You ready?”  

“Hells yeah.” came her response and she didn’t need to say anymore.

---

“I normally say this a lot, but this time, I actually mean it: that felt amazing.  Want a second round?” she asked.  

But he was too tired and had already been way out past curfew as it is.  He pulled off his condom, flushing it down the toilet.  He grabbed his pants and the two of them got dressed. She leaned over to kiss him and when she did, he felt nothing for her.  It was a good fuck and he’d for sure want to do that again, but the kiss wasn’t anything special.  When Katsuki opened the door, he was met face to face with someone who screamed at him for taking too long in the bathroom.  Katsuki put his headphones in and piled his hair back into his beanie, but the guy grabbed his shoulder and yelled, “Dumbass, I’m talking to you, asshole!”

Katsuki looked at the man’s hand and back at him.  “Move your hand or I’ll move it for you.”

Camie came out of the bathroom and when the man saw her, he laughed and said, “Damn, can’t keep it in your pants, can you?  Not that I blame you, she’s definitely—,”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll end you.” Katsuki warned him.

“Ha!  I’d like to see you try!” the man whistled at Camie.  “Come here, baby, and I’ll show you a good time—,”

It only took one blast for Katsuki to send this man flying through the walls of the club.  The music kept playing, but all the sudden, he was tackled to the ground and being yelled at by security.  They pushed him down and placed handcuffs on him.

‘Shit,’ he thought as he was dragged out of the nightclub.  He turned around to see Camie had vanished. ‘How the hell am I going to explain this?’

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“Stay” Tuned for Part 2

Hi everyone!  Thank you so much for everything.  I seriously haven’t received an OUNCE of hate of this fanfic (let’s not change that, but constructive criticism is always welcome)!  I loved writing this work so much.  I did meet a KiriDeku person and we had a really good, open and positive conversation about the two ships.  I thought KiriDeku was an interesting ship, for sure, just not my particular ship! 

This has been such a great journey and I’ve enjoyed every second of it.  I’ve read so many fanfics from so many authors here on tumblr and I adore the positivity from this side of the community. 

I’m going to take a few weeks to myself and work on some other pieces before diving back into this story.  I’ll still be around if you want to stay and chitchat about stuff.  Send me some art too!  I like to redraw, color in, whatever (now that I think I learned how the program works on my computer).  I’ll give you TOTAL credit, I promise! 

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