A/n: I'm so glad you guys liked the tattoos! Sorry I couldn't find better images for Izuku and especially Iida's tattoos. If anyone wants to draw them, I can post them now. XD

Happy St. Patrick's Day! Fun fact: My favorite color is green! ;p

Another short chapter, but it was fun to write. Fair warning, it gets M rated at the end. *wink*

Get Ready, Get set, Go!

Katsuki felt groggy from sleeping poorly. He sat at the kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee and watching Inko fuss over Izuku's tattoo, making sure it had enough healing ointment and that the bandage wasn't completely sealed as the tattoo needed air. Izuku was being patient, smiling as he spoke to her, but the circles under his eyes were getting darker. Something was up, but Katsuki couldn't put his finger on what.

Izuku had been talkative last night. They had kissed and cuddled, but they'd both been too tired from the long day to do much more than that. As they lay in the dark, Izuku had talked softly, jumping from topic to topic in a sleepy way. Katsuki hadn't thought much of it at first, but every time they were about to fall asleep, Izuku had jerked and started muttering again. He'd also rubbed his legs against the sheets in slow passes every few minutes. Izuku wasn't usually so restless.

To top it off, after only a few hours of sleep, Katsuki had woken to find Izuku completely rigid, his whole body tense and straining, his mouth open in a silent scream. Before Katsuki could wake him, Izuku had jack-knifed into a sitting position, gasping for breath and drenched in sweat. Katsuki wasn't unfamiliar with Izuku having nightmares, but this felt different, and on top of that, Izuku couldn't remember what he'd dreamed. Izuku always remembered his dreams.

"Are you ready?" Izuku asked as he got up from the table.

His face was paler than usual, but his eyes were bright and he had a happy smile on his face, so maybe whatever it was would pass in time. Izuku had just gone through the full moon, after all. Katsuki would let it go for now.

"Thank you for the meal," he said to Inko before following after Izuku.

"Have a good day!" she called after them.

Izuku chatted happily all the way to school. Katsuki didn't offer much in the way of conversation. He had a headache brewing behind his eyes. When they got to class and found almost everyone already there, Katsuki was relieved. They could deal with the hyper nerd and he could go sit in the corner and finally get some peace and quiet. Still, he couldn't help but hear some of the extra's stories.

Apparently Froggy had fought some smugglers on the sea. Much like Katsuki, rocker chick with the earphone jacks got to deal with a hostage situation, helping the hostages escape while the heroes dealt with the villains. Cheeks was really pumped up for some reason. She was doing martial arts in the corner, throwing punches. Katsuki had to admit her speed and impact were much improved. Katsuki snorted when he heard the pervert complain about how scary women were. Apparently Mount Lady had put him in his place.

"You and Bakugo went to Endeavor's Agency, didn't you?" the electric idiot suddenly asked, addressing his question to Todoroki. "Were you guys there when he, you know? At Hosu?"

The class went silent to hear the answer. Katsuki glared at the idiot and opened his mouth to tear the little shit to verbal pieces, but Izuku stepped in. Literally. He took a few steps the the side so that his body blocked Katsuki's view of the moron.

"Because we're minors, the news didn't want to put our names in it," Izuku explained patiently. "But Todoroki, Kacchan, Iida, and I were all there when it happened. Kacchan and and Todoroki were with Endeavor patrolling, and Iida was there because Manual's agency is located in Hosu. I was there because Gran Torino's town is on the same line as Hosu, and the train got stopped with the attack happened. I texted Kacchan to offer my help, and he sent me his location. We never expected to run into Stain."

"It looked really scary," Pinky muttered, face full of worry. "They're still trying to pick up the pieces."

"I heard it was an attack led by the League of Villains," the boy with extra arms said softly. "The same group who attacked us at the the USJ."

"Were they after All Might again?" Tape-boy asked Izuku.

"I don't think so," Izuku denied, holding up his hands. "It seemed pretty random, actually. I think their only purpose was to cause panic."

"That's not good," Ponytail girl chimed in. "Not if they have a villain of the caliber of Stain."

"The hero killer's terrifying," Pervert said with a shudder.

Kirishima sat on the desk next to Katsuki's. "I'm glad you guys made it out alive. Seriously."

Katsuki turned his face away with a bored expression, done with this conversation.

"Endeavor saved you guys, right?" the jock who chugged sugar for power asked. "Man, he was an amazing hero."

"As expected from the number two hero!" Pinky declared. "I don't think anyone besides All Might will ever come close to matching him."

Katsuki's fists clenched as he turned back to face the class. Kirishima shot him a worried look.

Todoroki dropped his eyes, but he said with perfect calm. "Yeah. He saved us."

Izuku rubbed the back of his head anxiously, putting on a big smile. "Well, I'm more worried about the nomu. They're the ones who did most of the damage."

"The heroes had a hard time stopping them, didn't they?" the boy with the thick tail asked worriedly. "I saw it on the news."

"Stain is way scarier," the pervert argued and shivered again.

"Did you see the video?" the electric idiot dared to ask. "I mean, he's totally evil, but he's also kind of tenacious. And, like, his message isn't all bad. You know, about getting rid of fake heroes. Doesn't it kind of make him admirable?"

"Kaminari!" Izuku snapped, but Katsuki had had enough.

He slammed his hand down on his desk and got to his feet. Everyone stared at him, their eyes wide. Glaring murder, he growled, "Stain is a deluded fanatic who justifies his fucking evil with empty, pretty words. If you're fucking dumb enough to fall for it, then that's your fucking business, but that sadistic shit-stain murdered IcyHot's father right in front of him. The asshole stabbed Endeavor in the fucking back like the pathetic coward he is and paralyzed Glasses' brother, so keep your goddamn moronic opinions about what's cool to yourself, fuckhead!"

The idiot looked so pale Katsuki thought he might actually faint.

"It's true the Hero Killer is tenacious," Glasses spoke up, breaking the silence. The teen looked serious, his eyes hard. "Not all that he said was necessarily wrong, but he chooses murder as a result of his beliefs. No matter what he thinks, that part is definitely wrong. In order to keep anyone else form turning out like me, to protect people from feeling the pain I have felt…" The teen suddenly flung his arm out and declared to the class loudly, "I will once again walk on the path to becoming a hero!"

"We all will," Izuku seconded, eyes shining. He put a supportive hand on Glasses' shoulder. "It's time to start class, guys. Let's all take our seats, okay?"

Earphone jack girl actually hit the electric blond upside his head as she sat down. The blond cowered, looking miserable. Good. The fucking twerp deserved it.

….

Izuku didn't have time to worry about the conflict that happened in homeroom. Aizawa had entered and had scared the crap out of all of them by announcing that their first semester final exam would be in two months while the practice final was only four weeks away.

The final would consist of a three hour paper test with questions on English, Japanese, History, Science, Math, and Hero Studies. In addition to this, there would also be a physical exam. That was bad enough, but there were real penalties if they didn't do well.

Should anyone fail the written test, they would have to go before a review board that would determine if the Hero Course was really the right place for them. After all, UA was famous for producing knowledgable and ethical heroes. The school would not pass or endorse a hero who could not meet UA's academic standards. And should anyone fail the physical exam, they would have to complete an intensive physical training program while the rest of the class went on a class trip over summer vacation.

Needless to say, a lot was riding on these tests.

Morning classes were filled with their instructors outlining what would be covered on the test and making recommendations on how to study. Everyone was dead silent as they took notes. During lunch, Izuku took surveys of the class and began putting together study groups based on strengths and weaknesses. On the way to basic training, Kacchan gave him half a ham sandwich with a very unimpressed look. Izuku apologized and practically swallowed the sandwich in three bites.

He was excited. All Might was their teacher for basic training today. The hero had them gear up in their costumes and meet out at one of the training grounds. They hadn't been to this particular training ground yet, so Izuku had no idea what to expect.

All Might stood just outside the massive gate in his skin-tight hero costume, his muscles bulging and his hands on his hips. He boomed out a laugh as they gathered in front of him. "Long time no see, boys and girls! How've you been? Did you learn a lot at your work-studies?"

There were murmurs of agreement.

All Might grinned. "Well, we'll see for ourselves! Are you ready, my precious students? Today for basic training we will be conducing a rescue training race!" All Might leaned forward, his grin stretching impossibly wide. "That's right! I said race! This is Field Gamma!"

All Might swung his hand backward and the gate began to slowly open. The whole class took a breath. The field was densely packed with buildings and a maze of large pipes.

"As you can see, this field is a dense area filled with factories laid out like an intricate labyrinth. You'll be broken into four groups and will go through the field one group at a time. When I send out a distress signal from somewhere inside, the group will start at once from the outskirts of the city and come to my rescue! It's a race to see who can rescue me first!" All Might put up a finger and wagged it back and forth. "Of course, you'll have to keep damage to buildings to a minimum." He lowered his finger to point directly at Kacchan.

"I won't fucking break your buildings," Kacchan sneered, crossing his arms in annoyance.

Izuku covered his mouth to hide a giggle.

"All right, first group, get in place!"

Izuku's heart thudded as he stepped forward with Ojiro, the boy with the long, muscled tail, Sero, the boy with tape in his elbows, Mina, the girl with pink skin that could produce acid from her feet and hands, and finally Iida.

"Good luck, everyone!" Izuku called out to them with a smile. "Let's do our best!"

"I'll see you at the finish line," Iida yelled back.

Heart thudding with excitement, Izuku used the map he was given to get into his assigned starting position. He stood on what looked like a water reservoir. Huge pipes created an intricate maze above and around him, weaving in and out of factories of various heights and widths. Ojiro, Sero, Mina, and Iida were sent to other places around the edge of the field. All Might was in the center.

Izuku took a deep breath and stretched his arms and legs. One For All coursed through his bones and muscles, green static running up and down his frame. He couldn't help feeling excited. Kacchan was watching! This was a chance to show off just how much he'd learned with Gran Torino.

Katsuki stood on a huge purple stage just outside of Field Gamma. Before them was an enormous screen that was divided into five squares showing the contestants.

"Everyone in this group has great mobility," Kirishima mused at his side. "It's going to be a tight race."

"Perhaps Midoriya has a slight disadvantage," Ponytail girl said hesitantly. "He's strong, and he can use that strength to propel himself forward, but that is only effective when his path is straight. This course will require you to turn quickly and often to maneuver around obstacles."

"It's never wise to underestimate Midoriya," Todoroki disagreed.

Katsuki snorted at that, smirking.

"He also has a tendency to get hurt," Earphone jack girl added. "Can he risk more injuries before finals?"

"Deku's going to leave all those fucking extras in the dust," Katsuki told her with a glare. The nerd hated to lose almost as much as Katsuki did.

A horn sounded and the screen showed the five teenagers leaping into action. Tape-boy moved liked the old comic book hero Spiderman, using his tape to swing through the course. Pinky used her acid to practically skate down pipes at remarkable speed, but it became clear that strategy only worked when she had a downward incline. If she didn't, she had to run and climb like the average person. As for Glasses, the idiot was sprinting along at ground level, and Tail-boy launched himself forward like a high-jumper at the olympics. Then there was Deku.

Katsuki's breath caught as Izuku streaked along the course. He flipped and twisted, using every surface to propel himself forward in graceful, quick leaps. He really did look like a manic rabbit. It was breathtaking.

"He reminds me of you," Todoroki said thoughtfully.

Katsuki laughed and began to shake out his arms. "How many minutes was that?"

"Three minutes twenty-eight seconds," Todoroki answered, lifting an eyebrow. "Think you can beat that?"

Katsuki bared his teeth in a competitive smile. "Question is, can you?"

Todoroki's eyes brightened at the challenge.

Kirishima, who'd overheard their exchange, grinned a sharp-toothed grin. "I don't know about anyone else, but my money's on Bakugo."

Katsuki smirked as no one dared argue. Todoroki gave him a cool glare, which only made Katsuki's grin widen.

"FINISHED!" All Might cried as Izuku leapt and landed in a roll, coming up on one knee.

Izuku was breathing hard from the challenging sprint across the field. Sero landed right behind him.

"Congratulations, my boy!" All Might said with obvious pride as he placed a white ribbon over Izuku's shoulder. "You have come a long way. I am very proud of you."

Izuku unclasped his mouth piece and pushed his mask off his face, letting it hang behind him like a hood. He gave his mentor a huge grin, cheeks flushed with victory. "Thank you, All Might."

Iida, Mina, and Ojiro all arrived in a few minutes, and after being congratulated on their progress, All Might dismissed them. Apparently there was a tunnel that would take them back out to the entrance while the next group got in position.

As they took the stairs down, Izuku gripped Sero's shoulder. "You were really fast, Sero! I barely beat you!"

"I was so surprised when you flew past me." The boy brushed his short black hair off his sweaty forehead. He carried his white and yellow helmet under his other arm. "Did you learn that at your work-study?"

"Yeah!" Izuku smiled happily, still out of breath. "Gran Torino had me work almost exclusively on mobility."

"Well, it paid off."

Izuku caught Iida rolling his shoulders carefully and frowned. "How're you doing? Are you sure you're okay for physical training?"

Iida was wearing his gym uniform, his hero costume still damaged from the fight with Stain. In the absence of his armor, he had wrapped his arms in white bandages to give them extra support. "I'm well. There is only a little tenderness and stiffness. My surgeon was very skilled. As long as I don't do any heavy lifting for the next few weeks, I will make a complete recovery."

"That's great, Iida," Mina said and flung an arm around his waist, half-hugging him. "I'm so glad you're okay!"

"How'd you get hurt?" Sero wanted to know. He gave Izuku a nervous look, expecting to be yelled at for the question. "If you don't mind me asking."

"Stain impaled me through the shoulders with his sword more than once. He also used knives to cut along my biceps and impale my hand. If it hadn't been for the surgery, I would have lost feeling in my left hand as well as most of its functionality."

Izuku caught the horrified looks on his classmates' faces and realized they hadn't really understood how dangerous or traumatic the fight in Hosu had been. They were still innocent in many ways.

They came out of the tunnel into the heat of almost summer. Izuku quickly looked at the screen. There was the sound of distant explosions, and on the screen Kacchan landed in a cloud of smoke, looking fierce in his costume.

"He just launched himself upward like missile and flew over everything," Uraraka told him as he joined the group on the stage. "That has to be cheating!"

"You know it's not," he corrected her. "The goal is to rescue someone in need, the faster the better. How fast was that?"

"Two minutes fifty-nine seconds," Hitoshi answered him. "About thirty seconds faster than you."

Izuku smiled even as he felt a stab of disappointment. He was still chasing after Kacchan. The blond really was amazing. Izuku gave a cheer for his boyfriend as All Might dropped the white sash of victory over Kacchan's shoulder. Standing next to the blond was a frustrated looking Todoroki. He'd come in only a few seconds after Kacchan.

"It always impresses me how he heads directly toward his target," Hitoshi said thoughtfully. "He never hesitates."

"Yeah. He's always been the straightforward type." Izuku noticed his friend still had circles under his eyes, but he seemed more relaxed than before they'd left for work-studies. "What did you do last week? Did you spend the whole time at school?"

"Yes." Hitoshi nodded and lifted a hand to the black scarf he was wearing around his neck. "When Aizawa returned, he trained with me every day."

Izuku's eyes widened. "How are you still standing?" he teased.

Hitoshi actually grinned. "He's a bit demanding, isn't he?"

Izuku laughed at the understatement. "Just a bit."

"It's worth it, though," Hitoshi said seriously, lavender eyes catching Izuku's. "He's making me stronger."

"Third group, please get into position!" All Might's voice came over the speakers.

Hitoshi tossed a wave. "Looks like it's my turn."

"Good luck!" Izuku called.

Hitoshi was competing against Uraraka with her antigravity quirk, Yaoyorozu with Creation, Aoyama with his navel laser, and Mineta with his sticky balls.

"I'm going to win a sash to match yours," Uraraka called as she went into the arena.

"Plus Ultra!" Izuku called after her flashing her two thumbs up and a big grin.

Hitoshi stood on the same water tank that Izuku had stood on. When the horn sounded, the scarf came alive just as Aizawa's did! The teen used it to fling himself forward and swing across gaps too big to jump as he ran across the rooftops.

Uraraka was doing amazing as well. She would sprint forward and activate her quirk. Her forward momentum would send her soaring. She'd cut her quirk and drop before her height became too high. Yaoyorozu was creating grappling hooks and tools to help her move quickly while Mineta bounced off his own purple balls. Aoyama faced backward and let his laser propel him. He crashed a few times, but he'd gotten much better at controlling his flight.

Izuku smiled as he felt Kacchan walk up beside him. "They're all so much better than when we started."

"Braindead learned a new trick," Kacchan noticed with a scowl.

Izuku nodded. "He said Aizawa's been training him all week. The scarf can't be easy to manipulate. He must have practiced non-stop to get this good so quickly."

"Forget him. I'll still kick his ass." Kacchan crossed his arms and smirked. "I won, Deku. You owe me."

Izuku's stomach did a fluttery roll and he flushed. "Yeah?" he said as casually as he could. He looked into Kacchan's bright eyes and gave him a heated look through his lashes, a smile curling the edges of his lips. "Do I owe you something hot or something cold?"

Kacchan's cheeks actually flushed, his pupils dilating, and Izuku felt a thrill run down his spine.

"Congratulations, Bakugo!" Kirishima called, coming up to them and hitting Kacchan on the back. "You had the fastest time of all the groups. Yaoyorozu just finished at four minutes. "

"Your group hasn't gone yet," Izuku pointed out, trying to get his heartbeat to slow down.

"We're all ground types in the last group," Kirishima admitted. "It's me, Koda, Hagakure, Kaminari, Sato, and Jiro. None of us can beat Bakugo's time, but I'll do my best to win the sash. It looks so manly!"

"Good luck!" Izuku called as their friend jogged into the maze, his fist thrust into the air.

Kacchan leaned forward and whispered, voice low and sultry, "See you in the locker rooms, Izu."

Izuku shivered as Kacchan strutted away. He caught sight of Yaoyorozu with the white sash coming out of the tunnel, Hitoshi behind her, and gave a smile, running up to congratulate them on doing so well.

Katsuki couldn't get his fucking mind off fucking Deku's stupid, sexy face. Those stupid freckled cheeks that had warmed with a blush, his fucking heavy-lidded dark green eyes, and that fucking suggestive tone when he'd said,"Do I owe you something hot or something cold?" Katsuki felt like he was going to explode!

The anger that always burned in his core sizzled with annoyance at all the fucking things getting in his way. All Might's stupid speech about how far they'd all come and stupid Kirishima jabbering away at him, flaunting the white winner's sash he'd won.

As everyone changed out of their hero costumes, Katsuki kept Izu in his peripheral vision. The nerd acted oblivious, but Katsuki knew the little shit was well aware of his lingering glances from the way the boy moved his body right when Katsuki looked his way. A subtle tilt of his head just enough to expose his throat, the cant of his hips, the way he held his legs, all meant to provoke him.

Katsuki's palms grew slick with adrenaline, his pulse pounding in his temple. Deku was fucking playing with fire. The nerd was cocky now, but Katsuki would have him falling to pieces at his feet. He refused to lose!

Izuku had only ever felt this ramped up before a fight. He'd never teased Kacchan this much, and the look in his boyfriend's red eyes both thrill and terrified him. He kept wanting to break out into nervous giggles, but he was able to just barely choke them down.

Izuku couldn't catch his breath, his heart racing in his chest. It took all of his self control to smile and act like everything was normal. He sat on the bench and fussed with his shoes, taking his time, while half of the other boys were already changed and leaving. Next to him, Aoyama pulled on his uniform jacket with a sigh.

"First class back and I'm already sweating. Thank heavens for air-conditioning. It's so humid!"

"I really need to work on my mobility," Kirishima said glumly, tying his tie by his locker.

Kacchan was standing next to him, leaning against his own locker with his arms crossed. The blond hadn't even bothered to start changing. He looked pissed. His chin canted down, his expression ominous. Even Kirishima had stopped trying to talk to him and was giving him space. Only Izuku was aware of the red of Kacchan's eyes flashing up, practically smoldering as they lingered on Izuku's frame.

Feeling insanely reckless and out of control, Izuku bit his lip and then muttered something about 'annoying shoelaces' as he bent over a little further. He was straddling the bench and canted his hips up just slightly as he fiddled with the laces, creating a sensual curve at the small of his back.

"You must compensate for it by gathering information," Tokoyami advised the redhead.

Kirishima looked thoughtful at this advice.

"That'll put me a step behind everyone," Kaminari sighed as he made his way to the door. "I'm jealous of guys like you and Sero."

Sero laughed and flung an arm around his friend's shoulders, "Don't worry. You…" The rest of what he was saying was cut off as the door to the locker room swung shut.

That left Hitoshi, Kirishima, Tokoyami, Todoroki, and Iida. Hitoshi was already dressed, so he was probably waiting for Izuku. Izuku looked over at him with a smile.

"I must be more tired than I thought from pushing myself to win that race. You go on ahead. I'm going to catch my breath. I'll meet you in the dinning hall for dinner."

Hitoshi nodded his head and made his way to the door. Tokoyami and Kirishima followed him.

"Get. Lost," Kacchan growled lowly when Todoroki and Iida remained behind.

Izuku's face flamed red in embarrassment and he ducked his head to hide it even as butterflies fluttered madly in his stomach. It was the same feeling he got when he went over a big drop on a rollercoaster.

"Are you two fighting?" Iida asked.

"Come on," Todoroki said, and Izuku saw through the concealing curtain of his bangs Todoroki grab Iida by the wrist and pull him to the door.

"But Midoriya…" Iida protested.

"Can handle himself."

The door swung shut behind them and suddenly Izuku was alone with Kacchan. Izuku fought to hide how fast his heart was racing. His eyes were probably huge in his face as Kacchan pushed off the lockers and stalked forward.

The blond had taken the grenade-shaped gauntlets off as well as the metal collar that held his charge cartons, but he was still wearing the black arm-sleeves that ran from wrist to bicep. His arms were lean and muscled, his hands strong and dangerous. The sleeveless tank he wore was skin tight over his chest and six-pack abs. The top of the tank had been cut away between the top two arms of the orange X that ran across his chest, revealing the sharp lines of his collarbone. Baggy, black cargo pants hung low on his hips and were tucked into his almost knee high combat boots. As intended when he'd designed the costume, he looked intimidating and powerful.

Kacchan stared down at Izuku with unblinking crimson eyes. Izuku looked up at him, his mouth parted slightly as he tried to quiet his panting breaths. Things were quickly spiraling out of control. They were still at school! And this was getting frighteningly intense. But for some reason Izuku couldn't stop. It honestly felt like he'd die if Kacchan didn't touch him. Right. Now!

Katsuki had no idea what he was going to do or say. He wasn't thinking at this point. He was just moving. He had a goal - seeing Izuku shattered beneath him in pleasure - and nothing was going to stop him from achieving that goal. Before he could make a move, however, Izuku's wide eyes became lidded again and he leaned backward on the bench bracing his hands behind him. He'd unzipped his costume to the navel before he'd sat to mess with his shoes, so the move exposed his bare chest and throat.

"Going to take what you won?" the nerd had the balls to ask, his voice only shaking a little.

Holy fucking shit. Katsuki's vision went red. He felt his lips curl off his teeth in a dangerous grin. Little Izu wanted to play, fine. He would play. "Put your mask on," he demanded, voice a hardly recognizable husky rasp.

At Izuku's soft gasp and shudder, Katsuki almost broke and jumped on him right then. Instead he clenched his hands and growled, "Your mask, little rabbit."

Izuku sat up. His eyes never left Katsuki's as he lifted shaking hands and pulled his mask up over his face. It hid his dark, green curls and left only the tip of his nose and mouth exposed. With predatory slowness, Katsuki reached forward and gripped the base of the rabbit-like ears.

His grip was brutal as he crashed their mouths together. Using the ears, he pulled Izuku's head back, opening Izu's mouth further as he hungrily devoured Izuku's lips. Not breaking the seal of their lips, Katsuki pulled Izuku up onto his feet so they could stand chest to chest. His free hand came up to hold Izuku's face, pressing as deep into Izuku as he could go.

Izuku shook and shivered, mouth open and wanting, kissing back for all he was worth. He felt almost delirious as waves of sensation ran through him. Tears soaked his mask-covered cheeks. His breaths came in harsh pants and sobs. He clung to Kacchan's arms, almost bruising them in his desperation.

Kacchan finally ended the kiss. Panting, eyes dark with lust, he pushed Izuku up against the lockers. The metal banged as his shoulders hit them. Then Kacchan was there, pressed against him once again. Izuku gave a soft cry of need and wound his arms around Kacchan's shoulders. Kacchan's mouth came down on him again as his hands slid harshly down over his hips, cupped the back of his thighs, and lifted him off the ground. Izuku's gasp was swallowed by Kacchan's lips as Izuku wrapped his legs tightly around the blond's waist.

Kacchan pulled their mouths apart and pressed his forehead against the lockers next to Izuku's ear. "Izu," he sighed sweetly.

Izuku shuddered. Moaning, he gripped the blond tight and, using the lockers as leverage, undulated with purpose. "Kacchan… please… more…" he sobbed, begging. "Katsuki…"

Katsuki gasped at hearing his full name fall from Izuku's swollen lips. He practically growled and began to snap his hips forward. Izuku gasped again and clung tightly to his hips and shoulders. Katsuki smiled and bit softly at Izuku's jaw and cheek. "My Izu," he said softly, breathlessly, against Izuku's lips. "You're so good for me. So sweet and perfect."

Izuku gave a low cry, his body arching gracefully. Katsuki's heart skipped a beat, eyes wide, as he felt warmth spill between them. Izuku folded around him, becoming soft and sweet, his head resting on Katsuki's shoulder. Katsuki softened his thrusts, but his hips still rocked forward. He had to hold Izuku up by his thighs, the teen's legs having fallen slack.

Izuku hummed contentedly in his ear. "Kacchan…" His trembling hand slid into Katsuki's sweaty hair and tugged. "Don't stop… Feel's so good…"

Katsuki lowered his head, hips working against Izuku's warmth. He bit Izuku gently on the shoulder. His thighs and abs were on fire. His legs were shaking from holding both of their weight, and shit if it didn't feel fucking amazing.

Spasming, his legs suddenly collapsed. Katsuki slid to his knees, panting and shaking and so fucking close it almost hurt.

Warm and languid, Izuku sat on his ass, his legs sprawled open with a trembling Kacchan on his knees between them. The blond's skin glistened with sweat, his cheeks flushed, his mouth open as he panted. Izuku hummed, after shocks still shivering through him, and reached forward. Kacchan's pants came undone, and Kacchan's breath hitched on a whimper that made Izuku arch his back, another bolt of pleasure striking through him.

Gripping his love's length, it was hot and swollen in his hand. He couldn't go all the way down, Kacchan's pants were in the way, but he pumped and squeezed the slick tip and top half of his shaft. Kacchan braced his hands against the locker on either side of Izuku's head, holding himself as still as possible even as his hips twitched and jerked.

With a sudden cry, Kacchan threw his head back and hot cum splattered Izuku's chest and up under his jaw. Izuku's hand froze, his eyes wide, but Kacchan's hand slapped around his and worked Izuku's fist hard up and down until nothing was left. Shuddering, Kacchan rolled sideways, his back hitting the lockers next to Izuku.

Izuku stared, his heart beating hard in his throat. Kacchan's face was damp with sweat, his eyes closed, blond lashes long against his flushed cheeks, his lips parted as he fought to catch his breath.

"You're so pretty." Izuku's eyes widened, not meaning to say it out loud, but instead of being offended, Kacchan smiled.

"Only you would think I'm pretty," he said, not bothering to open his eyes.

"But you are," Izuku insisted. He stroked his fingers over Kacchan's warm cheek. "When your face is soft like this, you look like an angel."

Kacchan's sleepy eyes opened and he pulled Izuku in for a slow, languid kiss.

Pulling back, their lips parting with a soft sound, Katsuki climbed unsteadily to his feet and made his way to the sinks. He pulled out several paper towels and got them wet with a little warm water and soap before bring them back to Izuku. Izuku reached up for the towels, but Katsuki just stood there, taking him in.

"Damn, Deku."

White cum was splattered across Izuku's bare chest and throat. His skin-tight green costume was barely hanging on to his freckled shoulders, held in place only by his green mask that still covered most of his head and face.

Izuku reached up to pull his mask back, revealing brightly blushing cheeks and sweat-damp, dark green hair. Katsuki felt a shiver run through him at the messy sight of his boyfriend and swallowed hard. Kneeling, his own cheeks bright red, Katsuki offered Izuku a few of the towels and used the rest to help him clean up.

When that was done, Katsuki helped Izuku stand and they got changed into their school uniforms. He laughed when Izuku made a face, balled up his underwear, and shoved them into his backpack. He had to pull his uniform pants on commando.

"Shut up, Kacchan," Izuku said with a pout. "What if we'd gotten some on my costume! The school cleans it, you know."

"Forget the fucking costume," Katsuki smirked. "Anyone could have walked in at any time."

Izuku's cheeks flamed almost tomato red.

Frowning, Katsuki bumped his shoulder. "Do you regret it?"

Green eyes peeked up through wavy bangs and a smile tugged at the corner of Izuku's lips. "No," he admitted, tension draining from his shoulders.

Katsuki grinned. "Good."

Chapter end.

A/n: I found an image on google search that inspired the scene at the end of the chapter. If you want, you can see it on my Instagram. It's not my art! If anyone knows who drew it, feel free to tag them. :)