Third year, Valentine's Day

Who in the world would wake up at 4 in the morning on Valentine's Day? Someone willing to wait for hours in the cold air of February just to pay a way too high amount of money just to get the collector's edition of a poster. Yes, you guessed right, that someone was Midoriya Izuku, and he was on a mission.

Rubbing his eyes and stretching, he stood up, putting on his clothes. Grabbing his wallet and his phone -fully charged, for the wait was going to be long for sure- he exited his room quietly and headed for the train station.

His feelings towards this kind of events had changed over the years, he didn't feel like it was Christmas all over anymore, but he definitely felt the faint tingle of excitement.

The cold breeze made him regret a little not bringing more covering than his favourite All Might sweatshirt, but he hoped that the waiting line could provide him with some shelter from the wind.

Once he got to the location, he saw people carrying sleeping bags, who must have spent the night there and would get the poster sooner than him. He would have done the same, but he had to rest, especially after having had trouble falling asleep during the last month, unable to stop himself from overanalysing the odd way the most problematic blond of his life was behaving.

They had managed to start tolerating each other at the beginning of their second year, and towards the end of it, Izuku had stopped fearing the blond's outbursts, to the point to self-proclaiming himself the closest person to Katsuki. He had learned how to read him, to predict his every movement, and they had finally agreed to work together to maximize their potential (because, as Izuku had said, you can't crush them all on your own, Kacchan, if you want a Murder Fest, it can only be done together).

That had been a start, but during the last months, the angry teen had been calmer, directing his anger towards other people instead of him, being less reluctant to spend time with him.

Counting training hours, class and free time spent outside the school, Izuku had found himself completely surrounded by the other boy's presence, so his "little" crush problem had, therefore, become increasingly bigger. How could you blame him, when Katsuki was not only smoking hot with the tight black tank top he was always wearing, but he'd also grown to be a less detestable person, who voluntarily wanted to spend time with him.

In a nutshell, a terrible combination if your intention is to get your childhood friend out of your head, especially if you've been obsessed with him since… Since forever, basically.

Too engrossed in his own thoughts, heading for what he believed was the end of the line, he didn't hear someone calling him by his nickname until said person kicked his leg mercilessly.

Indignant, he turned around to complain, because even if he tried not to get involved in fights, he had to at least speak for himself.

"Damn, Deku, pay attention" an angry blond said in an exasperated tone.

Sleep still fogging his mind, he had to blink a few times to make sure that, yes, he was in front of the very same person he'd been thinking of, and he was already waiting on the line.

"Kacchan!" He greeted, delighted to see that his childhood friend had come to the same event he had. "Sorry, I didn't see you"

"Didn't see ya either, but could hear your mumbling from miles away"

Ah, he hadn't changed that much either, old habits never die, and Katsuki never failed to remind him that. Scratching the back of his neck, he offered the blond a sheepish smile. Then, the other teen averted his eyes, something he'd started doing a while back without any apparent reason, and had never stopped.

Izuku didn't like that. It reminded him that even now that they were closer than before, they still had a long way to go until they could trust each other completely. Every time he thought he understood him, the way he acted proved that he still ignored more things about him than he'd like to.

He shrugged his shoulders awkwardly before waving him goodbye. As much as he liked spending time with him, he couldn't lose any more time if he wanted to get the merchandising before it ran out, and he was All Might's biggest fan, wasn't he? But before he could take a step further, the back of his sweatshirt was grabbed, and a hand dragged him to the waiting line.

"Where d'ya think you're going? I'm already lining up, might as well wait with me"

Izuku stared at him because even although he saw him every day, and had gradually become used to his less angry attitude, his kinder side never failed to leave him speechless. Before the blond could try to take back his words, he nodded energetically and went to his side, at a safe distance so he couldn't annoy him.

He must have come there hours ago, maybe he hadn't gotten any sleep, and despite that, he'd voluntarily suggested to Izuku to just keep him company and save him from having to wait longer.

Despite his initial enthusiasm towards the turn of events, they had to wait for hours, and the slow movement of the people before them was enough for Izuku's tiredness to come back at full force.

So many sleepless nights were finally catching up to him, and he was having trouble not falling asleep right there, his eyelids feeling increasingly heavy. He tried stopping himself from nodding off by pinching his palms, an action that had been proved helpful during his last year at Yuuei.

Summoning his courage, he approached Katsuki as slowly as he could, so as not to provoke an explosion, literally and figuratively. He waited a couple of seconds more, and when the other didn't make a verbal response, he tilted his head and rested it on his shoulder.

"Oi, what're..." the blond started, obviously confused.

"S-sorry, I've just been having trouble to sleep lately" Already drifting off, he added "I can move if you want"

If he had looked up at him in that moment, he would have seen his slightly concerned expression, before turning his head to the side, as if he wanted to hide something from him.

"It's whatever" the blond muttered, and with that, Izuku finally let his eyelids close, nodding off.

When he woke up, Katsuki's arm was around his shoulders for support. Their eyes met, and the boy was quick to retreat, only a sweet warmth lingered on his skin as the only prove that his arm had been there.

And there it was again, the only thing that Izuku couldn't stand about him, how he avoided his eyes. Annoyed and still drowsy with sleep, he raised his hand towards his face to make him look at him, but the blond was faster and batted it away without a second thought.

He was about to ask what was going on when the ever-angry teen turned around and started walking away.

"Where are you going, Kacchan? He said, ready to follow him, an almost indestructible habit now.

"Toilet. Stay there" He said

Izuku nodded and did as he was told.

After a while, he started wondering whether the other boy hadn't decided to go back to the dorms by himself, discarding the idea of buying a poster and consequently ditching Izuku. He grabbed his phone to text him, but before he could do so, Katsuki appeared again.

Once he got to where Izuku was, he shoved an object against his chest. When the green-haired boy looked down, he was greeted with a large cup of coffee, and guiding himself by the smell it emanated, it was his favourite.

"Can't have your ass falling asleep on everyone, can we?" And with that, Izuku couldn't bring himself to stop his smile from spreading across his freckled face.

"Thanks, Kacchan," He said cheerfully before he started sipping his drink. The blond grunted, acknowledging him.

His relationship was progressing, and even though that made his chest constrict, knowing he'd never be able to return his feelings, he was happy that he'd gotten his childhood friend back, this time for good.

The waiting line was growing shorter. It was then, ready to get the posters of his favourite hero, accompanied by his childhood friend, when Izuku felt like he was four years old again, excitement running through his veins, making him giggle. He saw Katsuki raising his eyebrows and rolling back his eyes, annoyed by his childish behaviour, but the slight curve at the corner of his lips meant that maybe he wasn't bothering him as much as it seemed.

They finally entered the shop and Izuku checked if there were enough posters for both of them. It had been a year since they'd last fought, but the collector's edition was something the green-haired boy wasn't willing to let go so easily.

Paying the required amount, both of them extended their hands towards the goods, but the shop assistant stopped them. She didn't seem affected by the death glare Katsuki was sending her and continued speaking kindly to them.

"Excuse me, but to get Valentine's Day goods, the couple has to kiss first."She explained.

"WHAT"