I know you guys keep asking but there will be no Jealous Bakugou. Or at least not in the way you're asking. You can get jealous Bakugou anywhere, this fic is for the jealous Midoriya fix we all need that isn't in a Villain AU. :P

Anyway, on with the chapter. It's short, but most of these have been. And I wanted to update. Anyway, don't hate me and enjoy. :D

(I swear this fic ends happy. I promise.)


Chapter 4

"I can't break them up," Izuku groaned, digging his fingers into his hair. He whined, loud and obnoxious as Uraraka patted him on the back. Izuku's cheeks were wet and he knew he was overreacting but between the guilt from following them and the sudden self reflection he could not be blamed for crying. He got this from his mother, so really, it could just be her fault. "I've seen too much. They love each other. You should have seen it, Uraraka. Kacchan adores Daiki. I am a horrible person."

"You're not a horrible person," Uraraka said, still rubbing a small circle between his shoulder blades. She bit into the homemade cookie his mother had provided as snacks for their emergency "study" session Izuku had called that Sunday evening. "You just made a really stupid decision by following them on their date."

"It was highly irresponsible, especially after we mentioned specifically that would be a bad idea," Iida said, face still beet red after Izuku had confessed what he'd overheard from up in the tree between Kacchan and Daiki. They had only made out, but Iida looked like Izuku had watched them go all the way to home base and back around for a second run. Iida's shoulders shook with his embarrassment. "You'll be a full peeping Tom at this rate!"

"I know!" Izuku shouted, sitting up. Iida didn't have to remind him about that particular part of the night when Izuku was upset about the entire thing in general. He groaned and rolled over onto the floor. "But what do I do about it?"

"You could give up and leave them alone?" Uraraka said. She poked his side and put her cheek in her hand, still eating the cookie. "If you're not going to break them up, you should probably work on staying away from them for your own sanity. Maybe you could do what Iida suggested and ask someone else out?"

"There is no one else," Izuku said, rolling onto his back. He stared at his ceiling where an All Might poster smiled down at him. His chest hurt as he admitted a truth he'd been in denial about: "There's only Kacchan. There's only ever," he stressed the word "ever" with a half-whine, "been Kacchan. I can't just stop liking him!"

"Your fixation is proving to be unhealthy," Iida said, not wrong but not exactly helping either. Izuku glared at him and he shrugged. "Either way, your only action is to pine from afar at this rate."

Izuku didn't think that option was going to work. He'd been trying that option out since he first found out Kacchan was dating Daiki and look at where it had gotten him: Stalking Kacchan on his dates and overhearing make out sessions in a tree. If he had to keep this up, Izuku might actually lose his mind and do something drastic.

"You know what? I think you should sleep on it and think about it more in the morning with a clear head," Uraraka said. She reached over and ruffled Izuku's hair. "You've stressed yourself out over this entire thing, so don't make big decisions right now."

"You're right," Izuku said. He rubbed his face and slumped back into his seat. "Thanks for coming over."

"Anytime," Uraraka said.

"Yes, we are your friends and are here to support you," Iida added, with a smack to the table. "Get some rest and we will reconvene tomorrow at lunch to further discuss matters."

"Sure," Izuku said.

He walked his two friends out to the door and assured his mother that the "studying" had gone well before he retreated back to his room. Izuku covered his eyes with his hands and tried to pretend for two seconds he was happy for Kacchan and Daiki.


The next day at lunch made it quite clear that sleeping on the matter hadn't helped much.

Uraraka and Iida sat across from Izuku, shoulders dropped and expressions worried as they looked back and forth between themselves. Iida spoke up first. "I see you didn't get much sleep if the bags under your eyes are any indication."

"That's putting it lightly," Uraraka said, crossing her arms on the table. She tapped the side of her tray and blew out a breath. "Did you stay up all night thinking about it?"

"Maybe," Izuku admitted. After attempting to come to terms with Kacchan's relationship and trying to be happy for him, Izuku found himself in a constant loop of denial and finding that no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he'd realized breaking them up would be wrong, Izuku still wanted to do it. He dropped his head on the lunch table. "I don't know what to do."

"What's the matter with Midoriya?" Todoroki asked, stepping up behind Uraraka and Iida. Izuku sat up to be polite and tried to force a smile. Todoroki was not fooled, despite his deadpan expression. "Are you ill?"

"Lovesick," Uraraka said, snorting and putting her chin on her hand. Izuku reached across the table and shoved her arm for bringing it up. She glared right back and huffed. "Very lovesick."

"Oh?" Todoroki asked.

"I'm sure he doesn't care about my problems," Izuku said, holding his hand up and waving it back and forth. He glared at Uraraka for spreading this issue outside of their immediate circle and went back to reassuring Todoroki that everything was fine. "It's nothing I can't handle, Todoroki."

Iida adjusted his glasses at the same time Uraraka snorted. Izuku felt betrayed, but they had no mercy. Uraraka said, "You haven't been having much luck with our help, so what could a third opinion hurt?"

Iida nodded in agreement. "I agree."

Todoroki looked at both of them before addressing Izuku again: "So what's this about being lovesick?"

Speaking up before Izuku could stop him, Iida explained, "Izuku is holding amorous affection for someone already in a committed relationship with another person. He is torn between his desire to allow them to be happy with their chosen beloved or to break them up so that he can be with the one he loves instead."

"Sounds like a romance novel," Todoroki said. He stared at Izuku long and hard for a moment before glancing at a point behind Izuku. His gaze lingered there for a half a second, but before Izuku could turn to see what he was looking at, Todoroki asked, "Have you told this person that you like them?"

"What?" Izuku asked. He crossed his arms on the table and shook his head. "He's dating someone else! Even if I have had a crush on him since we were five, what sort of person walks up to someone who's taken and says 'Hey, I like you more than that other person. Date me instead'?"

"That seems preferable than concealing your feelings and tearing yourself apart inside," Todoroki said. He glanced behind Izuku again before continuing. "Are you sure you just can't tell them how you feel and at least get it off your chest? Even if they say 'no' in response, at least it won't be weighing you down any further."

"Todoroki's got a point," Uraraka said, eyes on Izuku. She bit the side of her thumb as she put her elbow on the table. "It could be good for you just to tell him."

Izuku scrunched down under the gaze of his three friends and groaned. He shook his head and laughed. "There is no way I can just walk up to Kacchan and tell him that I like him and he should date me instead of Daiki."

"You what, now?" Kacchan asked, from a spot clearly within hearing range from a point behind Izuku.

"You're welcome," Todoroki said, his lip quirking into a smile for half a second before the coward walked away.

"Deku," Kacchan said, slamming his hand on the table next to Izuku's side. He dropped his own lunch tray onto the table and waited for Izuku to whip his head to the side before talking again. "You going to repeat that or what?"

"Go, go! Now's your chance!" Uraraka whispered, completely obviously in a fake cheer. Iida grabbed her and slammed a hand over her mouth before she could say anything else.

Kacchan continued to glare, while Izuku swallowed.

"I—I like you and I want us to date," Izuku said, feeling his heart nearly pound out of his ribcage. It was now or never. Izuku worked better under pressure anyway. Maybe this was his chance! Izuku emboldened his words, putting his heart on the line. "For a long time. Since we were kids."

"Bullshit," Kacchan said. He grabbed the front of Izuku's uniform and dragged him half out of the chair. "Are you screwing around with me? It's not funny."

"No!" Izuku shouted, scared of the power he put behind it. He grabbed Kacchan's wrist and put his knee on his chair to give himself more leverage. "I wouldn't joke about that! I've had a crush on you forever! If I thought you were interested in dating I would have asked you out in middle school even if I knew you would probably shoot me down."

"I don't know what your angle is, but you better knock this shit off," Kacchan said. He pushed Izuku forward, dropping his hold on the blazer. "I know you remember middle school as well as I do and there's no way you had a crush on me."

Izuku held his ground. "Your attitude at times aside, you were still amazing to me in every way then, and you still are now. You're the most important person in the world to me aside from maybe my parents and All Might. Don't try to tell me how I feel, Kacchan."

"You don't like me," Kacchan said again. His chest heaved with barely contained anger and denial. "Stop messing with me just because you don't like my boyfriend."

As Kacchan turned to leave, Izuku desperately searched for some way to make sure Kacchan understood that he was entirely serious. No one had ever made Izuku's heart move the way Kacchan did. No matter what emotion he drew forth, be it admiration, pain, jealousy, hope, adoration, inspiration—there was no one who even came close to getting the same level of emotion. Kacchan was Kacchan.

And Izuku loved him.

"Kacchan!" Izuku yelled, diving forward. He grabbed Kacchan's shoulder and turned the other boy around, shocked eyes widening. In an impulsive move that put most of Izuku's recklessness to shame, Izuku did the only thing he could think of to get his feelings across without room for question or doubt: He kissed Kacchan.

Firm and desperate with both of his hands around the back of Kacchan's neck to hold him in place, Izuku had kissed Kacchan.

In the middle of the cafeteria.

In front of everyone.

Someone's lunch tray dropped in the distance, their silverware and bowls ringing loud on the tiled floor.

In hindsight, Izuku should have predicted the fist that came barreling at his face after Kacchan's embarrassed squawk.