Holy fricken moly guys, so it really takes a ship that I'm ultimately obsessed with to even think about attempting fanfiction, strictly because my writing has so much area for improvement, and I always get frustrated with myself when I look back at my previous work, but here we go anyway lol.
P.S. The song I imagine playing at the club the moment Katsuki sees Izuku is Courtesy Call-Thousand Foot krutch.
Katsuki Bakugou hadn't seen Izuku Midoriya in 15 years, assuming long ago that he was dead; So when he saw, what he was sure was his childhood friend dancing in a nightclub in downtown Osaka, his heart nearly stopped.
It was a chilly night and Katsuki was glad he brought his heavier leather jacket for the mile walk to the night club. He looked over at his long-time friend Kirishima, who wasn't quite as smart about dressing appropriately for the weather. He wore a black tank top, fitting him slim showing off the core he had spent years achieving, and fiery red cargo shorts fitted loosely that strangely resembled the wearer's hair. Katsuki on the other hand, was in slightly loose fitted black skinny jeans, a black fitted t-shirt to match, with his leather jacket completing his black on black...on black? look. He didn't stray far when it came to colors in his wardrobe. Evidently, black complimented his golden blonde hair and bright red eyes.
"Kirishima you idiot, didn't you see how cold it was suppose to be tonight?! You might as well of left naked dipshit". The redhead scoffed. "Yeah you know I did, but i figured were going to be inside a club soon enough where it will be hot and plenty of booze to warm me, so if were calling people out, I'd say you're the dumbass for wearing so much. Youre gonna sweat your balls off". Katsuki continued forward, smirking at his friend. He had a point, but he wasn't about to tell him that.
The redhead laughed quietly showing off his perfectly spiky teeth, assuming no reply meant that he had no comeback, therefor Katsuki is the dumbass and not him. The thought pleased the Pro-Hero far too much. He looked up at the building on his right hand side, flashing lights catching his attention. "Oh hey Katsuki, this is it, The Underground".
The blonde looked up at the flashing sign. It wasn't flashing to catch attention either. It was more of a flicker because half of the bulbs were going out. 'Great...what a fuckin dump'. The two walk in the door, noticing the absence of a bouncer, which seemed quite odd for a club, but maybe he was just away for a moment. They walked down the stairs, hinting at the name 'The Underground' to find two large metal doors, in which they pushed open releasing the music blaring from the other side. Those doors are extremely heavy, it's no wonder no sound was coming through. "Hey lets go get a drink, I see the bar over to the left". Katsuki followed his friend over to the bar, where a seemingly strange bartender awaited.
"Hey boys, what can I get for you?" The bartender was a tall lanky man, just slightly shorter than the blonde who was a staggering 6'2. He had stark black hair that reached his cheek bones, shielding one eye from view, although the other was as black as his hair. He had a large scar running from his temple to the bottom of his left nostril, and he was staring intently at Katsuki. "I'll have a rum and coke, what about you Katsu"? The bartender continued to stare at him as he spoke. "I'll take a shot of whiskey and then a beer". He didn't like the look he was getting from this guy. He felt like he was attempting to undress him with his eyes, and it wasn't in an at all flirty way, it was in an extremely predatory sense. "Sure thing hot cheeks" replied the creep, sending an unwanted wink towards the blonde. He looked over after the bartender finally lifted his gaze to get their drinks and saw Kirishima staring at him, attempting to hold his composure, although the wink almost set him overboard completely. Katsuki let out a low growl and shot his bestfriend a dirty look that screamed 'I'll fuck you up if you say one thing'. Kirishima obviously knew he was treading dangerous waters but the absolute look of horror on his friends face while the dude checked him out, had to have been one of the funniest things he had ever seen.
"Here you are...my dear". The creep had returned and placed their drinks infront of them making sure to shoot Katsuki another glance as he said my dear. Katsuki was about done with the bartender, and was already sweating. He was gonna turn into a legit bomb any minute now with how aggrivated this guy had him. Kirishima looked over to see him getting hot while he downed his shot of whiskey and reached for his beer. "Hey Katsu, you look like youre starting to sweat, and unless you want this place to implode, i suggest removing your jacket". "And where the hell would I put it?" The redhead couldnt help but laugh because he was totally right about wearing lighter clothes.
"Um sir" he looked over at Katsukis new biggest fan, "would you mind holding onto my friends jacket here at the bar?" He watched the ticking time bomb go completely stiff from the corner of his eye and spoke again before he could interrupt. "You see, if he gets too hot, its really safety hazard for us all, and that's no fun right?" Kirishima shot him a grin awaiting his answer. The bartender smiles gently and reached an arm over the counter towards his dream boy. "Sure honey, ill put it right under the counter, and when you're ready, you can just come back to me and get it". He had this awful grin that sent chills down his spine, but the look he was getting from his friend was worse, and sadly he was right. He shrugged off his jacket hesitantly, noticing the one eyed freak across from him drinking up the view. 'This guy could literally not be any more obvious'. He reached over to hand him the jacket, attempting to not touch the other male, but of course, the bartender made sure to touch him. Katsuki let off a tiny blast, just enough to startle the guy as a warning, but it looked like it had the opposite effect. The bartender was practically drooling at the scrumptious piece of ass in front of him.
Kirishima grabbed Katsuki quickly before he could start trouble. "Alright, thank you so much for holding that!" He grabbed the beer off the counter and pulled his friend over to the edge of the dancefloor. "Alright" he said, "the guy was just flirting, and you like guys! So what was the issue?" Katsutki looked at him stunned. "The issue, you blind ass bafoon is that, that guy is creepy as shit and not even cute in the tinest bit. He looked like he was gonna take me home and torture me. I like it rough, but no that fuckin rough. Jesus christ that dude gave me the creeps". He looked over once he heard the laughing start, glaring daggers at the redhead losing his shit. "Fuck off" he snarled as he grabbed his beer roughly from the laughing mass of shit next to him. "Katsu buddy" he said inbetween giggles, "I think you need to go find yourself a nice guy, dance all dirty and chill out. I brought you here because youve been working non-stop and needed a damn break".
Katsuki looked over to see kirishima had finally regained himself and was giving him a serious look. He rolled his eyes and laughed a little. "Yeah yeah okay". He downed his beer and set it on an empty table to his right. Theres no way he was taking it back to the bar. He intended only one more trip there for the night.
Kirishima laughed when he figured out why he didnt want to go back to the bar. "Hey, give me a minute. I will go to your lover and get you 5 more shots so youll be det for the night, hows that?" If Katsuki was the kind to cry, he would have at that moment. What a real friend! He gave him his most indearing look possible, and although he looked like he was in pain, Kirishima knew and patted him on the back as he turned to go get some shots.
Katsuki looked out over the club for the first time and saw that it was full of people who looked like little rebels. Black ripped clothes, piercings, and colored hair seemed to be the main look in this club, although he didnt mind. Its not like he looked very approachable either.
Just when Kirishima returned with a tray of drinks, a song that they actually knew started blaring. Trying to rush their shots to get out on the floor, something green just happened to catch his eye. He looked over as he started to down his last shot, but quickly regreted it as he started choking from the pure shock. Kirishima laughed a little while patting his back and telling him to slow down, but he paid no mind. About 30 feet infront of him, was a freckled faced, green haired boy, who just happend to be a fucking dead ringer for his childhood friend Deku. He had gone missing about 15 years ago, so theres no way it could be him, but the resemblence was uncanny. How many people could have those freckles and that hair?
The blonde slowly starting making his way through the crowd, keeping an eye on him at all times as to not lose him. He watched as he rocked his head, his hips, his whole fucking being to the music with a devilish grin on his face. He was surrounded by men, taking any opportunity to rub up on the smaller boy, but the Deku clone did nothing to stop it. When hands started running from his hips up his ribs and stomach, he obliged by lifting his arms, never losing beat. Katsuki was now right behind the green haired boy, wondering what he was suppose to say. It had been years and it had to be impossible but the small chance it was Deku, made him sick to the stomach.
He reached out his left arm in attempt to slightly pull the guy to look around, but instead missed his arm and hit him in the side. The Deku clone didn't even turn around, he just grabbed Katsukis hand, yanking him toward his back until he reached out with his other to catch himself on the clone. He now had both of Katsukis hands, and was rocking his hips to the song, grinding his ass against his front, and guiding his hands up and down his torso. The grinding became harder and Katsuki grabbed at the boys hips to try and still him, but it didn't work. 'Fuck this dude is gonna be my undoing'. He was grinding just as hard while running his fingers through his curly green hair. His head was slightly leaned back, a couple stray hairs tickling at Katsuki's lips where the boys head sat.
And just like that, the song ended, and the crowd cheered awaiting the next song to play. Apparently the smaller of the two decided he was interested at seeing his new dance partner. He happened to like the tight grasp he had on his hips, and he could tell he was tall when he pushed back on him and felt a little crotch but mostly thigh. He turned around slowly, the same devlish grin as before resting easily on his face, that is until he saw his dance partner. The grin left his face instantly. There was no doubt in his mind, that the guy he was just grinding on, was his ex-bully. "Oh shi-it" Izuku stuttered slightly, making eye contact with the tortured face in front of him.
"H-hey there Katsuki... long time no see huh?" Izuku laughed nervously while he looked up, rubbing the back of his neck. Katsuki just kept staring. 'It was him, it was really him!' All these emotions started flooding, first joy for him being alive, then sadness because his mom had no idea, and then it hit him like a freight train. He was pissed.
Izuku watched the pain turn into confusion, then to anger and realized he ran into the least acceptable person possible. Katsuki was gonna go ballistic and blow the whole place up.
A new song came on and the crowd began to move again, and Katsuki grabbed the boy by the arm and started yanking him towards the door.
Izuku let him drag him off looking at how nicely his backside has developed, and rolling his eyes at was about to come. ' Fucking great'.