(I normally upload Monday's. Archive of Our Own is my main platform. I kinda forgot to update heh for 2 weeks. Heh sorry ya'll)

Izuku woke the next morning with his heart pounding and his mind racing. The dream he'd just woken up from was awful. He was back in middle school, and Katsuki's old friends were making fun of him, trying to hurt him. Each time he has this nightmare, he's ends up wounded. This same dream used to plague him every night when he was a kid—ever since the boys Katsuki surrounded himself with began picking on him. It's been years since he's dreamt about those jerks. He must be really anxious.

Although this time, the dream was different. This time, Izuku had backbone. He was screaming at them, telling them they were the ones who were useless, that they had no right to treat him that way. The act of standing up to them, for whatever reason, really freaked him out.

He should be proud of dream Izuku for fighting back, not scared and upset. He squinted his eyes over at the clock across the room—six-thirty am. As much as he knew he shouldn't, he really wanted to talk to Katsuki. They were his friends, it was his fault Izuku had these dreams. He never stopped them from making fun of him for all those years.

Trying to talk to Ochako or Shoto about his nightmare wouldn't be the same. They wouldn't really know why it upset him so much. They weren't there.

But Katsuki was.

Against his better judgement, he disconnected his phone from its charger and cuddled up in his blankets to send out a text.

Izuku- You awake?

Izuku wasn't expecting a response. Unlike most of the people in their age bracket, Katsuki wasn't always glued to his phone. He was probably working out with Eijiro or out on his morning run. There was a very little chance that he would be able to respond.

But maybe that's why he tried. Being let down and ignored would make what he knew he needed to do this week a little easier.

Less than five minutes later, his phone buzzed.

Kacchan- Of course I am. What kinda question is that?

A small smile grew on his face as that familiar flutter danced around in his stomach.

Izuku- You busy?

Kacchan- I just got outta the shower.

Izuku bit his lip, so very tempted to ask for a photo.

I wonder if he's naked…

Stop it, Izuku. That is not why you texted him.

But before he could stop his fingers, he typed and sent his response.

Izuku- Are you naked?

Kacchan- Wouldn't you like to know.

Izuku- ahh! Sorry! this isn't why I texted you..

Izuku- I ah, had a bad dream.

Kacchan- That's not very fun. Why are you tellin me huh?

Kacchan- you forget shitty hairs phone number?

Ouch.

Izuku- No… I wanted to talk to you.

The urge to add a heart emoji after that last text was oh so tempting.

Izuku- it was about those jerks you called friends who bullied me.

Izuku closed his eyes. There were a few ways this conversation could go... Katsuki could (1) stop responding, (2) tell him he deserved to be bullied, or… (3) comfort him.

Izuku shook his head. Why he thought Katsuki would try to comfort him was beyond him. They weren't ten anymore. Not getting a response was honestly the most likely result. Kacchan only ever texted him for some practical purpose—never just to talk.

It had been ten minutes. Katsuki probably decided to ignore him. Izuku sighed, but when he leaned over to place his phone back on his nightstand, he felt a buzz.

Kacchan- Sorry, I was getting dressed.

Izuku blinked his eyes a few times.

Izuku- 0.0 you were naked??

Kacchan- Maybe ;) So what happened in the dream?

Kacchan- was it like the others you used to have?

Izuku's heart rate increased again. He remembered. Katsuki remembered that this used to be a reoccurring dream.. and he was.. attempting to comfort him.

Izuku- They were picking on me like did they in the dreams when we were kids.. you know, throwing rocks at me and calling me names.

Izuku- but instead of crying and waking up, I yelled at them.

Izuku- I told them they were the useless ones and I stuck up for myself.

Kacchan- How is that a bad dream dork? You fuckin yelled at the assholes who bullied you.

Kacchan- lemme guess, you woke up freaking about because of the yelling right? You always were a weenie about yelling.

Kacchan- Was I in the dream?

Kacchan- I bet if I was in it, it would have been a good dream huh nerd? I bet you dream about me all the time, don't you?

Damn you, Kacchan. Why must you make everything about sex?

Izuku- No.You weren't in it.

Izuku- And um. Maybe I do dream about you sometimes…

Kacchan--ooo dirty dreams?

Izuku- … maybe

Kacchan- ;]

Izuku- But ANYWAY I woke up feeling really scared and upset.

Izuku- I haven't thought about those jerks in a long time.

Izuku used to wake up in the middle of the night crying a lot as a kid because of the terror associated with those dreams. Before they got into middle school, he and Katsuki would hang out, have sleepovers on the weekends. Katsuki would often wake up to Izuku crying after one of those nightmares. A small smile came across Izuku's face, remembering the way Katsuki used to comfort him during those times.

Izuku- Do you remember when I used to have those dreams when we were kids?

Kacchan- Heh, yeah. You'd wake me up.

Kacchan- You used to hug me like a stuffed animal til you fell back asleep.

Kacchan- You were such a cry baby.

A warmth bloomed in Izuku's chest. Again, happy that he remembered.

Izuku- Yeah.. and you told me that your mom used to kiss your nightmares away.. so you'd kiss my head. :)

Kacchan- Ugh. You remember such embarrassing shit.

Izuku- You made me feel safe.

Izuku- Still do...

Izuku clicked send before he realized what he just sent. He didn't need Katsuki thinking he was some desperate, clingy little..

Kacchan- What? You need me to come over and kiss you?

Kacchan- Again, you sure you meant to text me and not Eijiro?

Izuku felt embarrassed. He didn't want to text Eijiro. He wanted Katsuki.

Why must you always be so confusing Kacchan? You're not supposed to like me remember? Why are you offering to come over and kiss me...?

A small tear fell from the corner of his eye. He was getting way too emotionally attached.

Izuku- again, I told you.. I wanted to text you.

Izuku- but I can text him if you want..

A small glimmer of hope sprang up in his chest that Katsuki would tell him not to text Eijiro, a feeling he needed to push back down and forget about.

You're not supposed to like him, Izuku. Stop this nonsense.

Kacchan- Nah. But if you send me a photo of your dick I might come by and kiss it for ya.

Laughter filled the room. That was Katsuki. Always looking for a hookup. Comfort was never his strong suit. But Izuku was sure in his own twisted mind, this was comfort.

A dick pic. Izuku rolled his eyes.

Please.

Izuku- I'm not sending you a dick pic Kacchan.

Kacchan- Aww why not? You gotta great dick

Izuku- Kacchan!!

Kacchan- I'll show you mine if you show me yours. ;)

This conversation was going in a direction he did not expect it to. They'd never texted like this before. Katsuki would normally just tell him he was coming over... This was a little exciting if he was being honest... and he could use a distraction from that disturbing dream.

Izuku- I just woke up from a bad dream Kacchan. Can't say I'm really in the mood right now.

Izuku- But I could be.

Izuku- If you help me :)

I can't believe I'm doing this.

Izuku leaned back and adjusted himself. He was already stripped down to his boxers for sleeping, so at least if he did decide to take a photo, he wouldn't have to go through the trouble of taking off all his clothes. Waiting for Katsuki to respond, he moved his free hand to lazily palm himself, letting his phone rest on his chest.

About five minutes later, his phone buzzed. He'd already worked himself up to about half mast with his own hand by then. If this message included what he hoped it would... he'd be standing at full attention soon.

Kacchan- you always gotta make me do all the work dontcha?

Kacchan- {Photo}

Holy shit!

Izuku tapped the photo and let out a small moan. Katsuki had his shirt between his teeth, exposing rock hard abs with his free hand at the waistband of his sweats. His pants were pushed down over his hip on one side, almost exposing the obvious erection straining against the crotch. And he was smirking.

Damn Izuku loved that sexy smile of his. He was definitely hard now.

Izuku- You look so good Kacchan

Kacchan- I know. ;]

Kacchan- Now show me that fat cock

Izuku would be lying if he said this didn't feel just a little wrong. He was supposed to be figuring out what the heck he was doing... making a choice between Katsuki or Eijiro.

Not sending dick pics to the guy who doesn't want to date him.

But Katsuki was irresistible. He was like a drug, and Izuku needed him right now. Positioning his phone similar to the way Katsuki had, he bit his lip the way Katsuki liked, pushed down his boxers, and grabbed ahold of his dick. Making sure to spread the precum over the tip, he took the photo and pressed send.

Izuku- {Photo}

Izuku- So wet for you Kacchan ;)

Izuku started to pick up the pace on his shaft, twisting and tugging, trying to draw it out as much as possible while still making it feel good. Katsuki promised to share his cock if he showed first, so he made himself slow down a little. He knew wasn't going to last too much longer. This was just too hot, and way too exciting. Something about texting Katsuki back and forth like this was turning him on so much.

Kacchan- Fuck. Look at what you make me do.

Kacchan- {Video}

Oh. My. Gosh. A video. A freaking video!

As soon as he clicked on the 45 second video file, he realized he needed to turn the volume up on his phone, because holy shit there was sound! The first thing he heard was Katsuki's heavy breathing, and damn he sounded hot. Katsuki's hand was roughly jerking himself off, and if the panting wasn't enough of a turn on turn on, the moan he let out, the way he said his name—his real name, "Izu-ku"—was so, so hot. Izuku almost came on the spot.

Wanting to show Katsuki just how much he loved the video, he opened his own camera. Quickly pressing record, he was able to capture himself crying out as warm, sticky cum dribbled down his hand and onto his stomach. He then flipped the camera to front facing and moved his shaky hand up to his lips, sticking out his tongue to slowly clean it off. He was making a show of sucking his fingers into his mouth, pulling them out one-by-one. Once his hand was clean, he gave the camera a wink and clicked send.

A sudden rush of panic washed over him as soon as he sent the video.

Crap. What the hell did I just do?

Not even wanting to wait for the response he knew he'd receive after that outrageous performance, he threw aside his phone and went to the bathroom to clean up. As he washed his hands and wiped down his stomach, he heard his phone going off in the other room. He didn't even want to look.

Izuku instead sat down on the toilet seat and held his head in his hands as tears formed in the corners of his eyes.

What am I doing? I can't keep doing this with him.

I like Eijiro.

And Kacchan wants me to date Eijiro.

I'm a terrible person.

After spending over ten minutes in the bathroom crying, he returned to the sink and splashed cold water over his face. Still avoiding his phone, he slipped on some sweats, grabbed his shower stuff, and headed out to wash away his shame.

He set the water to scalding hot and spent at least thirty minutes vigourously scrubbing his entire body, letting the water practically burn his scalp. He was not going to cry again. It was too early, and several people had entered the shower stalls while he was there. He was not going to give anyone a reason to be concerned.

When he got back to his room, he put on a clean set of clothes and looked at the clock across from his bed: eight am. Mina should be awake, and Katsuki is probably upset. It's been over an hour since he sent that video of himself. He was too afraid to look at the responses, but he knew he would have to eventually. He should also probably check to see if Mina was okay with him stopping by before he just showed up to talk to her. Taking a deep breath, he unlocked his phone.

Six text Messages.

One video message.

Two missed calls.

And one voicemail.

All from Katsuki.

He started with the text and video messages first.

Kacchan- Fuck!

Kacchan- Fuck you're so hot!

Kacchan- {video}

Izuku sighed. Damn him. The video was similar to what Izuku sent, except it was after he had already finished. He was breathing was heavy as he ran the camera over his body to show Izuku his still hard, but spent cock in his sticky hand. Katsuki then moved his hand off his cock and ran it up his stomach smearing his mess all over his abs. The video then was brought up to his face to show Izuku that damn smirk and his lip between his teeth. He spoke in that sexy low voice that always drives Izuku insane, "Thanks for the show nerd, you made me need to take another shower. That was so. fucking. hot." When he finished, the video stopped. Izuku whimpered.

Damnit Kacchan. You're so fucking hot. What did I do to earn that?

The next two texts came about five minutes apart.

Kacchan- You like that nerd?

Kacchan- Still need me to come by?

The next text must have been sent when Izuku left to go shower.

Kacchan- did you fall asleep?

The call and voicemail were time stamped about 10 minutes after that last text came in. Izuku felt sick to his stomach about what the voicemail might say.. because the next text message he got after 'did you fall asleep' was simply 'Whatever'. Opening up his voice messages, he clicked on the voicemail Katsuki left and pressed play.

"Hey nerd, you better fuckin' have your phone on silent or be passed out... or be in the fuckin' shower. Yer not responding to my fuckin' texts! Don't fuckin' ignore me! Sh-shit I sent you a fuckin' video.. I-i've never..Fuck. I.. Shit.. nevermind. I'll fuckin' talk to you later I guess……" The volume switched to more of a mutter then. "Fucking Deku making me feel all these goddamn fucking feelings…"

Izuku was pretty sure that last statement wasn't meant to be left on the voicemail. He must have said it while he was trying to end the call and hadn't realized Izuku would hear. The pain he felt in the pit of his stomach intensified ten-fold after hearing those words.

What the heck does that mean Kacchan?!

Checking his phone log, he saw that one more call came in about 10 minutes ago, but there was no voicemail. Izuku knew he shouldn't ignore him. Not after that voicemail. He didn't know what to do, what to say. He's lied enough already. Part of him thinks he should just go over there and end this now, have it out with him and tell him they need to stop.

Another part of him wanted to go over there and kiss him hard on the lips, tell him that the video he sent him and the comfort he gave after he learned about Izuku's nightmare was just what he needed. Izuku wanted to pretend Katsuki didn't tell Eijiro that it was OK to date him, wanted to imagine that Katsuki fought for him. He finds himself wishing that it was Katsuki who'd asked him out on a date, held his hand, hugged him close…

Damn I just want him to hold me. To sit next to me on the couch in the common room, pull me into his arms and claim me. Let everyone knows that I am his and he is mine.

Tears threatened to escape again as he thought about Kacchan holding him in his arms, feeling safe. But that was all just a fantasy. Those were not feelings he ever thought he'd want to act upon, but they were always there. Ever since they were in middle school... it's always been Katsuki.

When they started their arrangement, he tried to tell himself he was OK with it. He was getting the attention he wanted—so what if Katsuki was treating him like crap? He still kissed him. He still touched him. He still made him feel good. So what if he only got to feel good and appreciated when they were alone at night? He still got to feel it.

He told himself to swallow his feelings for a long time. To swallow them down and never let them crawl back up. He knew that the moment he embraced them things would be over—Katsuki would push him away. So he told himself he didn't care, didn't want him anymore, that all he wanted was the sex. Told himself he would be OK if Katsuki ever decided to stop. Told himself he would be OK if he ever told him they were done. He would move on. It would be OK.

But Izuku was lying to himself, and now he knew it.

He would not be OK.

For the longest time, he thought that all he was to Katsuki was a good fuck: a warm mouth, a rough hand, a tight hole. It wasn't until this year that things started to change. He kissed him more, took his time to open him up, let down some of his walls. He let Izuku fuck him.

But Izuku was still just his rival outside of the bedroom. Katsuki still yelled at him, teased him, and never spent time with him alone except to have sex. He never put his arm around him, hugged him, rarely even smiled at him when they were with a group of people.

But Eijiro did.

Eijiro was good at all of those things. Izuku hadn't really noticed Eijiro in that way until this past year. He'd dated Tetsu for almost two years, so he had always been off limits. But a few months after they broke up, he was free game, and Izuku noticed pretty early on how Eijiro began to look at him. Soon after, he noticed that Eijirou wanted talk to him, that he wasn't afraid to put his arm around Izuku—to hug him, be near him—and that he really seemed to care about him.

It was odd at first, because he was so involved with Katsuki—they were getting together almost every night to have sex of some sort. But when they went off to their internships... things changed. It was Eijiro who texted him everyday, who asked him how he was doing, who tried to call him when he was free, who sent him silly photos and who showed interest.

Not Katsuki. No, Katsuki ignored him.

Izuku tried to reach out to him. He texted him, sent him selfies, tried to call him. But all he got were one word answers, calls that went straight to voicemail. He kept trying to tell himself it was because Katsuki was focused. He was just trying to learn, and to train—didn't have time.

But Izuku had time. Ochako, Mina, Shinso.. had time.

Eijiro had time.

Katsuki's internship in was no way harder or more time consuming than his or anyone else's was. Katsuki just didn't care. Or that's at least what Izuku told himself.

He found himself really craving what Eijiro had to offer. Izuku wanted his warmth, his kindness, his caring nature. He wanted someone who would treat him right, who wasn't afraid to take him out on dates, to watch movies with him. He didn't just want a fuck buddy. He wanted a boyfriend.

If he was being honest with himself however, he would have to admit that he's never told this to Katsuki. Izuku never told him he wanted more, never told him he wanted him. Why would he? He'd convinced himself he'd just be turned down. And Izuku wasn't sure he could handle that.

It was probably too late now. Katsuki already told Eijiro that he can have Izuku, which meant it still must only have been about the sex to him. About his body. Katsuki didn't want him. Couldn't want him.

...Right?

Why was Katsuki so confusing?! Why now of all times did he spend the night with him?! He just had to wait until after Eijiro started paying more attention to him, didn't he?! Sleeping with him was so intimate, so sweet. If Katsuki had started to sleep with Izuku just a few months ago… who knows where they would be right now.

Why now is he trying to comfort him after that bad dream? Why now is he letting himself be so vulnerable in a voicemail after he sent Izuku a video of himself?

Why now, when Eijiro is making moves to steal his heart?

Why now?!

Eijiro is winning, Kacchan. You always win… so why are you choosing to lose?

After deciding not to text Kacchan or return his call, he sent a message to Mina to ask if he could stop by instead. Thankfully, he didn't run into anyone—or well, he didn't run into Katsuki. He was rather surprised actually, that Kacchan hadn't come by. It wasn't like him to just let things go.

Izuku gently knocked on Mina's door. The impact led the door to crack open—unlocked. She must have been waiting for him.

When the door fully opened, it was like a dam had broken. Mina wrapped Izuku in a tight hug the moment he stepped in, closing the door behind them. They stood silently in the middle of the room with Mina gently running her hand up and down Izuku's spine for quite awhile until his sobs slowly stopped.

"It's alright Izuku," she soothed. "I've got you. Come, sit on the bed with me babe. Tell me what's going on in that head of yours."

Mina guided them over to the bed and grabbed her box of tissues, placing it down in front of them. After trying his best to compose himself, Izuku took a deep breath and told her what was wrong.

He told her about the bad dream and how that somehow escalated into phone sex, about his breakdown. He also briefly told her about the events from yesterday morning, mentioning that he told Katsuki to ask him on a date. He left out the part about the sex… but he was pretty sure she heard them anyway.

He also mentioned how he spent the afternoon with Eijiro... And how they almost kissed.

"See..." Izuku motioned to his phone. "Listen to this voicemail he left me. What am I supposed to do with this?"

Mina played the voicemail on speaker. When she heard the last part, her eyes went wide.

"See? What is that!?"

The corners of Mina's lips perked up a little bit as she carefully looked into Izuku's eyes.

"You can't keep playing with them, sweetheart. You can't. Does Eijiro know about you and Bakugou? No, right? Because you know, if he did... he wouldn't be pursuing you. Not if he knew you and his best friend were involved."

Izuku looked down at his hands, folded in his lap. He was picking at his cuticles, a nervous habit, one of the many he'd developed over the years.

"No. You're right, he doesn't know about me and Kacchan. Kacchan hasn't told him. And I haven't either. Heh.. Kacchan told him that he is okay if we start dating... Eijiro and I. Why would he say that? ...and then do this"—Izuku motioned to his phone— "with me this morning?"

He must know Eijiro and I aren't official. He'd never ask me to cheat... right?

"I don't know dear, but that's something you need to talk to him about. You know, sweetheart," Mina reached out to brush away some of the hair that had fallen in front of Izuku's eyes. "I could be asking you a similar question."

Izuku gulped and gave Mina a shaky smile. He didn't need to look in the mirror to guess that he looked rather pitiful. Mina was right. He was a two timing little bitch. Or at least that's what he felt like.

"I know Mina..." He said in almost a whisper. "I want them both, but…" Izuku grabbed another tissue blowing his nose. "I don't think they both want me... and I can't have both."

Mina sighed and pulled Izuku into a hug.

"You need to talk to him dear. Talk to Katsuki and ask him why he is OK with you dating Eijiro, and why he won't take you out on a date himself. You won't know unless you do dear."

Izuku gave Mina a tight squeeze before letting go and laid himself down on the bed, his feet dangling over the side.

"I will.. But not today."

Mina moved to lay next to him and poked his nose. A small giggle escaped his lips.

"Okay babe, but you do need to respond to him. He's going to show up at your dorm room door all upset you know. I know you don't want that."

Izuku groaned and rolled over to his side, facing Mina and clutching his phone in his hands.

"What should I say?"

"Tell him the truth. Tell him that you liked the video, that it was hot. And if you don't want him to yell at you, make sure to fill him up with tons of praise. You should know he thrives on it. Stroking his ego usually makes him a little nicer. And tell him you took a shower, that you're sorry that you didn't respond earlier."

Izuku sighed and opened up his text stream. At least he didn't have to lie. He's done too much of that already.

"Okay, can I stay here when I send it? I don't know what to say if he yells at me Mina..."

"Of course babe, but then after, don't forget! We're supposed to be buying you a better shade of concealer this weekend." She looked pointedly at the purpling marks he'd forgotten were visible on his neck.

Izuku smiled and nodded at Mina before he took out his phone and started to compose a message. After the week he's had, he vaguely remembered Mina telling him he needed to get a better shade to cover up his marks.

Izuku- I'm so sorry I didn't respond sooner!

Izuku- You're SO hot, that video was so so good and perfect and so amazing. You almost made me hard all over again. You're so incredible Kacchan! I wish that I could have run my tongue over your abs and back to your cock to suck you dry.

Izuku paused for a moment as he remembered Mina was watching him. His whole face flushed at how true his words were.. Mina really didn't need that visual.

"S-sorry Mina.."

Mina just giggled and shook her head.

Izuku- I was tired after you sent that video and also needed to shower. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to respond :(

And just for good measure he opened his camera to front facing and sent a cute photo of himself biting his lip and giving puppy dog eyes. Was it a bit much? Probably. But he knew Kacchan couldn't resist that face.

Mina shook head and rolled her eyes.

"W-what?"

"Oh nothing.. You're just an awful tease Izu."

Izuku flushed again. Yeah, he was. But he also needed Katsuki not to yell at him.

"And now we wait." Izuku sighed and rolled over onto his back, laying his phone on his chest.

After about five minutes, his phone buzzed. Izuku whined, almost too nervous and too scared to check the alert.

"Well, you gonna look?"

Izuku groaned again and unlocked his phone. Yep, it was from Katsuki.

Kacchan- {photo}

Kacchan- Whatever nerd. Glad you liked it.

The photo he'd sent was of him giving him a snarl-like smirk. It was kinda hot. Mina looked over his shoulder and pushed at Izuku's shoulder.

"Gahh you need to talk to him babe. Look at him! He's a mess, and he's got it bad! Normal Baku would have yelled at you for sure. He's turned into mush. But if he really told Kiri that he could date you... I don't what he's doing either."

Mina sat up and jumped off her bed.

"C'mon Izu, you hungry? Let's go to the common room, get some breakfast, and go to the store. You're lucky that hickies and bite marks fade pretty fast on you. I know you usually cover up, but you didn't today! And well, I know both those boys like to leave marks, so whoever you end up choosing, you're going to need some good makeup."

Izuku sat up and walked with Mina out of the room to go get breakfast. Maybe leaving the dorms would help him feel better.

Before they knew it, Sunday came and went, and they were already back to classes. Katsuki was feeling so, so conflicted. After the almost breakdown he had on Sunday when Izuku didn't respond—how he let himself act and feel—he was not in the mood for extra curricular activities on Monday.

Izuku must not have been either, because aside from cuddling on the couch with fuckin' shitty hair, he barely even looked at Katsuki. Didn't text him or ask him to come see him, which was just fucking fine. He didn't have to... but still, it would've been nice to know that he was wanted.

He really needed to stop being so attached. Soon, Izuku will be with Eijiro, and once they make it official, Katsuki won't be able to touch him anymore. That was going to suck.

By the time Wednesday rolled around, walking into class was hard. Katsuki didn't want to go another damn day without physical contact. He didn't want to have to watch Izuku act all fucking cutesy with Eijiro anymore. He needed to make a move today, needed to see him tonight.

Graduation was coming up fast. With only a month and a half remaining before they would be named pros, Aizawa decided they needed to have interview training. Katsuki hated being on camera, hated the media attention. He had gotten better with kids who come up to him all excited because they saw him on TV competing in the sports festival, but he still hated the press.

A packet of interview questions were dropped on his desk. Katsuki took one and passed the rest back to Izuku. Their eyes met for a moment, and Katsuki swore he saw the hint of a smile when the nerd looked at him.

It had been two full days since he's talked to Izuku. Two days since he'd even really smiled at him. Damn Katsuki had it bad if he was craving smiles... They didn't talk to meet up at all on Tuesday. So having to practice giving answers to stupid interview questions in a stupid fuckin' group activity, was not something that would help his mood.

He hated to admit that that not seeing Izuku to hook up with outside of class was upsetting him so much. They'd gone weeks without talking or hooking up before. So what if those weeks were when he was on his internship? They've done it, and he was fine. Just fine! They also fucked like rabbits shortly after they got back to make up for it... but that's beside the point!

But maybe that's what what would happen this week… if he was lucky.

Thinking back on it, he didn't want to talk to Izuku during his internship. Thinking about Izuku was too much of a distraction. He missed him every day of that job. As much as he didn't like to admit that sappy crap to himself, he did. He missed him like crazy. So instead, he barely responded when Izuku sent him texts, didn't answer when he called him, and tried to ignore him when he sent him a damn selfie. It hurt too damn much. He didn't want to admit that at the time... but he felt something, felt something other than lust. So he ignored him. He didn't have time to think about those feelings. They were too messy.

But it bit him in the ass though. Apparently Eijiro was giving him attention when they were away and Katsuki was trying to figure out the stupid, distracting something he was feeling. Sending him photos, calling him, texting him—doing all the shit Katsuki hadn't done. They were oh-so-chummy when they got back. Katsuki knew he was losing him. He should have fuckin' responded to those damn texts.

At some point, Aizawa must have announced the groups for the interview training, because Sero and Shoto were walking up to his desk, and Izuku was calling his name.

"Kacchan?? Hey, Kacchan?"

Katsuki turned around in his seat and scoffed.

"WHAT?!" Katsuki snarled, irritated at the interruption of his thoughts and at himself for even having them.

"You ah, want to um, turn your chair around so we can get started?"

Katsuki turned around to sit cross-legged in his chair with his elbows on Izuku's desk, scowling at him.

Interview training would be interesting today. They were told they would be working in groups of four, and he was in a group with Izuku, Shoto, and Sero. Although they were given a list of things they were to practice asking and answering, Katsuki had questions for Izuku. Questions he needed answered.

Today.