Katsuki was eyeing Izuku with suspicion as the boy was hauling something large into his room. He looked idiotic, almost hilarious to some extent, as Izuku dragged a huge white easel into the middle of the room. On top of it was a huge yellow notepad.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow as Izuku placed his hands on his hips and smiled at his own achievement. Katsuki was already starting to regret asking Izuku for help, but, at the same time, it was kind of adorable of how pleased the idiot looked.

From the pocket of his sweats Izuku pulled a black marker and, standing on the tips of his toes, he reached up to start writing on the paper. The sound of the marker against the paper was aggravating Katsuki and he grit his teeth to endure it.

After what seemed like a frustratingly long time, Izuku finally put the marker down and turned around, beaming as Katsuki read the words written.

'How to be a better Kacchan?' Katsuki huffed.

'Well, that's what we're here for, aren't we?' Izuku asked, his voice light as he sat down on the desk chair. 'You wanted my help, so here I am.' Katsuki rolled his eyes. This was not even remotely close to what he imagined when he asked for help trying to change his personality. What he did expect… he didn't know.

'So, what's your plan?' Katsuki asked, grinning a little. Izuku's eyes travelled across the room, unconsciously avoiding Katsuki's gaze.

'Well, I'm not a licensed professional or anything-' he started.

'Easy to tell,' Katsuki joked. Izuku shot him a nasty glare before continuing.

'But I thought it'd work best to talk things over. That way we can discover what we need to work on and it'll be easier for both of us.'

Izuku had been giving this a lot of thought. fact was, it was really hard to just change someone's personality like that. Though begrudgingly, Shouto had eventually offered to help him because Izuku had simply refused to go to bed before he had come up with an answer, eventually giving him the idea to talk to Katsuki like this and fix his flaws one by one, so they could finally go to bed at two in the morning.

Izuku got back to his feet again. 'What do you consider your worst qualities?' he asked, facing the notepad again. Katsuki smirked. 'Nothing, I'm fucking perfect.'

Izuku whipped his head around and actually glared at him, making Katsuki's expression soften. 'Fine. Pride, I guess?'

Izuku turned to write it down. Katsuki leaned back on his bed, propped up on his elbows as he watched Izuku work. 'What else?' Izuku muttered, not looking back, his speech a bit weird from holding the marker cap between his lips.

'People say I have an ego.'

Izuku snickered, taking the cap out of his mouth. 'You do.'

Katsuki huffed and rolled his eyes, but didn't object.

'Anything else?' Izuku pushed.

Katsuki threw his head back and let himself fall back on the covers, staring at the ceiling. 'The hell should I know? I'm the worst when it comes to self-reflection, you know that.'

Izuku brought the marker back to his face, softly chewing on the cap that was stuck on the end of it as he was thinking. To be honest, Katsuki had a lot of problems. His ego and pride were the worst, that was true, but just changing those would not guarantee the wanted result.

'You know me better than I do, figure something out,' Katsuki spoke up. Izuku bit down in frustration, leaving a huge dent in the plastic cap. This was a team effort; if Katsuki wanted to change, then he would have to put in effort, not leave everything to him!

Still, there was some truth to Katsuki's words. They had been friends since a very young age and Izuku was observant, even as a child. He probably did know Katsuki better than himself. It's probably the reason Katsuki asked for his help in the first place.

'Fine,' Izuku said, 'but then I'm adding this.' As Izuku turned to write down some more things for Katsuki to work on, Katsuki got curious and pushed himself upright as he watched Izuku work tediously.

When Izuku was done writing, he stepped away, making room for Katsuki to see what other points Izuku thought he would have to change for Katsuki to become a likeable person. A person Izuku would consider dating.

'Voice control, body language and respect?' Katsuki questioned.

Izuku nodded. 'They're not necessarily bad things,' he said while looking over at his list, 'but they could use improvement.'

Katsuki pushed himself to his feet and stared over Izuku's shoulder at the notepad. The closeness made Izuku a bit nervous.

'And if I change all of this, I would be a person you'd date?' Katsuki asked.

Izuku's heart started pounding a little faster as heat rushes to his face. He had momentarily forgotten that this was Katsuki's initial goal. Izuku cleared his throat and turned around, putting some distance between the two of them. 'You'd be a better person than you are now,' Izuku replied, trying to be vague about it; he didn't want to give Katsuki any false hope.

'That's not what I asked,' Katsuki growled.

Izuku's eyes turned to the ground. 'I'm already dating someone, so even if you changed all of that, it would not make me date you.'

Katsuki shoved his hands in his pockets and looked away. 'I know that. It's not what I asked. I didn't ask if you would date me if I changed it, I asked if I would be a person you would date.' Izuku didn't really have an answer to that. He didn't know how Katsuki was going to be with less of an ego and more respect towards others.

In Izuku's mind, it sounded wonderful though. All he had wanted was for Katsuki to admit his faults and work on them; before that would've been enough for Izuku to go head over heels and decide to be with the blond. But now he has Shouto.

The answer to the question was, no matter how you looked at it, yes. If Katsuki changed, he would be a person Izuku would date. If Katsuki could really change was a whole different matter.

With a soft blush on his cheeks, Izuku replied. 'Yes. You would be a person I would date.'

Katsuki only felt slightly content with the answer. He had wanted Izuku to acknowledge him and his feelings, but Katsuki knew that was wrong. Izuku was already dating someone else and he had to accept that. That was also part of the process of becoming a better version of him. 'Then I'll become that person,' Katsuki said nonchalantly.

Izuku started to blush even more, getting flustered at the response. 'It's not that easy!'

Katsuki smirked. 'I never said it was, but you know me. I never give up that easy.'

Izuku gulped. How can someone look so great when bearing such a huge ego? Or was this considered confidence…

'Now what, Deku-sensei?' Katsuki said, snickering. Izuku pouted. He didn't like that nickname at all. 'Don't call me that!' Katsuki seemed very pleased with Izuku's reaction. It made Izuku pout even more, before huffing and simply ignoring the blond.

'What's most important is that you know what you're doing is wrong. If you're conscious of that, then you can try to change your actions as you perform them.' Katsuki looked at him with confusion, not entirely grasping what Izuku was getting at.

Izuku sat back down on the desk chair. 'For example: If you feel like screaming at someone, just think if it's a good idea to do so. If it's not, try to adjust yourself.'

Katsuki rolled his eyes. 'It's always a good idea to yell at people.'

Izuku crossed his arms. 'You're not taking this serious.' Katsuki grit his teeth, before sighing and giving in. 'I am trying. It's just a crazy thought. I've always been like this.'

Izuku brought the marker back to his lips and softly chewed on the cap, pondering. 'I don't think anyone really minds your explosive behavior, to be honest,' Izuku said, just spewing out his thoughts as they popped into his head. 'It's just that you're too stubborn to admit your faults so you can't grow. You always look down on people, even though looking up to them or at least seeing them as equal could get you so much further.'

Katsuki mulled this for a moment over. Ever since his Quirk first emerged back in kindergarten, he had considered himself superior. After all, his Quirk was really cool and powerful; how could anyone ever match that? He had been carrying that attitude his whole life and others only encouraged him to think like that. It wasn't until he entered U.A. that anybody challenged him. He had never considered that he would find people he would look up to, except for All Might, and finding an equal was an even crazier thought.

Looking back on it, Izuku was right. Almost his entire class was full of people as strong as him;, that shared the same amount of determination and the same goal. He was stupid for never having realized that before. 'I just have to stop looking down on people?'

It seemed alien to Katsuki, but it also made sense. It would change so much for him. But Izuku shook his head. 'I mean, yeah, you do, but that's not all. I guess it's a good start, though?' Izuku shrugged. He was just pretending to know what he was doing and hoping it would benefit Katsuki's change of character.

'How about this,' Izuku asked, pulling Katsuki's attention back to him. 'This week you're going to actually talk to our classmates.' Katsuki raised an eyebrow at him. 'Where is that going to get me?'

'That way you'll see that they're the same as you. Maybe it'll help you consider them as equals. I don't know... I'm just trying,' Izuku admitted while scratching his head.

'Alright.'

Izuku looked up in surprise. 'Really?'

Katsuki had to physically restrain himself from rolling his eyes. 'That's what I'm saying, isn't it? I'll try.' Izuku's face turned into a wide smile, nearly blinding Katsuki.

'I'm so proud of you!' Izuku squealed.

'Yeah, yeah,' Katsuki tried to wave him off. 'Shouldn't you go to your boyfriend?'

Heat rose to Izuku's cheeks yet again. 'I thought you hated me dating him.' Katsuki looked at the ceiling again as he spoke.

'I never said that.'

Izuku stood to his feet, looking around as if he was forgetting something when he didn't bring anything besides the gigantic notepad to begin with. 'You're right, though. He's probably waiting for me.'

Katsuki clicked his tongue. 'Too much information.' Izuku stuck out his tongue in response. Katsuki's heart leapt in his chest. How could a nerd be so damn cute?

As Izuku started to move towards the door, something occurred to Katsuki. 'You're forgetting your stupid notepad!' Katsuki yelled after him, but Izuku had already closed the door behind him. Katsuki looked at the giant thing occupying half of his room and sighed. Good enough reason to skip his work-out for today.

He pulled his legs in so he was curled up on the bed, reaching out for his phone. His fingers quickly glided across the screen as he typed a message that he should've sent way earlier.

To Kirishima: We need to talk.


When Izuku got to Shouto's room, he could already feel the other boy's intense gaze.

'I'm sorry, it took longer than expected,' Izuku apologized as he took off his slippers, ready to slip into bed and just pass out.

As he placed the last slipper down, he felt a hot breath against his ear. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up straight as a chill ran through his body. Shouto wrapped his arms around Izuku's waist and pulled their bodies closer together, his lips pressing down firmly on Izuku's collarbone.

'Are you okay?' Izuku said sheepishly as he looked back at his boyfriend. When Shouto looked up, there was a certain neediness visible in his eyes. Izuku gulped.

'I missed you,' Shouto murmured, redirecting his lips to meet Izuku's.

Izuku's eyes fluttered closed as he indulged in the touch. 'I'm sorry,' Izuku murmured as they pulled back for breath. Shouto released Izuku's waist and took ahold of his wrist instead, guiding them both to the bed. As Shouto settled himself against the headboard he pulled Izuku to position him comfortably on Shouto's lap. Izuku's face burned; this was a position they had never been in before.

Before having a chance to think about it, Shouto reaches out and dug his fingers into Izuku's unruly green curls, pulling him closer and linking their lips together. The kiss was wet and sloppy and… needy.

Izuku parted his lips as Shouto licked inside, making Izuku moan softly. Apparently liking this reaction from his lover, Shouto became greedier, his tongue making circles in Izuku's mouth as the other boy attempted but couldn't suppress his tremors.

Eventually, Izuku pulled back, gasping for air; his heart pounding in his chest. They had been taking it so slow the past two weeks that he hadn't expected to get to this point yet so soon. He didn't mind, though.

As soon as he caught his breath, Izuku went in for another kiss, his arms latched around Shouto's neck. Shouto tried to contain himself but a fire had lit inside his heart and he couldn't hold back.

His hands started to travel across Izuku's body, softly squeezing his biceps, exploring the curves of his hips. When they broke away again, Shouto leaned forward, his teeth softly scraping against Izuku's ear, earning him a sound so wonderful that he didn't think he ever deserved to hear it again.

Izuku's hands moved on their own as he explored all the wonders of Shouto's body as well, placing kisses and hickeys along his neck and collarbone as he moved.

Shouto's hands slipped underneath Izuku's shirt, following the curve of his stomach muscles. Shouto never saw Izuku as the kind of person to have abs, but this certainly proved him wrong.

As his hands traveled upwards, Izuku shivered underneath the touch. Izuku leaned in for another kiss, drowning in the sensation, while Shouto rubbed his thumb over the other boy's nipple. Izuku moaned so loud he immediately pulled back, flustered from his own reaction.

'It's okay,' Shouto said while smiling, reaching forward to pull Izuku back in again. All of this was foreign to Izuku and it scared him to discover this side of him.

Shouto's hands traveled underneath Izuku's shirt again, this time purposefully trying to get a reaction out of him. The sound Izuku made as Shouto softly pinched his nipple riled him up.

Izuku buried his face in Shouto's shoulder to muffle all the embarrassing noises he was making. Against his thigh he could feel something growing.

He looked up at Shouto whose face also burned with both embarrassment and lust. Seeing Shouto like that, Izuku's insides stirred and his cock started to grow as well. Despite both of them obviously feeling each other's erections and being slightly embarrassed by it, they didn't pull back or hesitate as they continued locking their lips together.

Izuku shifted a little, his cock grinding against Shouto's as he tried to position himself more comfortably on Shouto's lap. The friction against his erection made Shouto moan so loudly that it made Izuku grin widely as he went to kiss Shouto again.

Liking the sound Shouto made, Izuku started rolling his hips, sending jolts of pleasure throughout his own body as well. He set a steady pace of grinding against Shouto as he looked at him through half-lidded eyes, his own arousal nearly getting the better of him.

'Let's stop,' Shouto muttered against Izuku's ear, panting heavily. Izuku nodded, having grown tired as well. He wasn't used to this kind of activity and it was quickly becoming too much for both of them. It was their first time doing this after all.

He climbed off of Shouto's lap, settling down next to him as they crawled under the covers. Izuku nuzzled close to Shouto's chest, the adrenaline of all of this still soaring through his body.

Even though they both closed their eyes, their hearts were still pounding so hard that neither of them could actually fall asleep. Izuku grinned. Only two weeks and they had already gotten to second base. It made Izuku feel good and secretly he was craving more. Just two weeks to get this far…

Izuku grinned mischievously. He wondered what he'd get after a month.