Chapter 15: Spunk
The last two weeks had been nearly impossible for Katsuki, but as he had promised, he was changing, well he was trying. Rome wasn't built in a day.
He had started off with simple 'good mornings' and 'good byes', but he soon found that it wasn't enough for him. He'd see the Deku's cute smile or bubbly pink cheeks every time he greeted him or said bye, and it dazzled him, he was addicted.
So, he started doing much more, he began opening the door for the boy, he helped him in class and watched out for him when he wasn't looking. That was when he started noticing the strange behavior one icyhot teen was having towards the Deku.
He'd notice how he would wait for Midoriya for lunch or after school. How he'd always open the door for the boy and insisted he walk through first. 'Whoopty fucking doo! What a gentleman.' He thought one day as Midoriya blushed at the icy bastard's actions.
He had some sort of suspicion of what was going on, though he didn't want to accept it, he wasn't ready for it, considering he was trying to make things right with the nerd.
So far, things were going well for Katsuki, he felt like he was advancing in some way, he knew he would never be able to make up for so many years of suffering he had caused the kid, but he'd try his hardest.
As the days went by, it got easier and easier for him to do what he was doing, plus, getting to see the nerd smile sure was worth it, he strived to get the boy to smile, it was his new goal in life, right there next to being the number one hero.
That one fateful Friday afternoon, he decided to stay behind and wait for the nerd to see what he was up to with the peppermint bastard he despised so much, so, he waited behind a big black pine tree outside of school grounds. He stood there for about 10 minutes until he saw the nerd walking out the front gates with Todoroki, hands intertwined.
He nearly blew up right there, balling his fist he tried to calm down as he walked after them. "What's going on nerd…" he said to himself as he trailed behind them, soon, they had made it to the subway station and boarded one of the wagons in the middle. Katsuki barely made in time to get into the one next to theirs.
He made his way towards the back, letting the passengers shroud him from view, though he was still able to see the teen boys. "Where are you going nerd?" he softly whispered to himself.
He could see the green-headed boy pouting at the icyhot bastard, 'Cute nerd.' He thought, until that peppermint bastard poked one of Deku's cheek, "Touchy bitch, keep your hands to yourself." He said a tad bit louder this time, still not drawing anyone's attention to him.
Katsuki wanted to go over there and deck that peppermint bastard a good one right in the face but was reminded that Deku wouldn't approve of that behavior and tried to calm down as he took deep breaths, 'Do it for the nerd, do it for the nerd.' He repeated in his head, like a mantra.
Soon they were walking off the train and out of the metro station. Katsuki tried getting off, but the amount of people coming in wouldn't let him, there were too many, he wouldn't make it out in time, "Move damn it!" he screamed, not being able to make it out as the doors closed before his eyes.
"FUCK!" he screamed, scaring the passengers around him, who instantly made a small halo around the boy. Seething, he waited for the next stop and decided to head home. He was pissed, he hadn't been able to figure out what the hell the nerd and icyhot were up to.
As he made his way home, he found he didn't like how jealous it made him feel when he saw the two of them together. "Icyhot shouldn't be the one to make you smile like that, Deku." He said as he walked through his front door. "I'm home!" he yelled out.
His mother could soon be seen walking down the stairs to greet him, "Hey brat! Why are you home so late? School was out three hours ago." She asked, worried about her son.
"Got caught up on the way here." He half lied to the older blonde woman.
Sighing at her son's obvious lie, she decided she'd pry just a little bit. She had told Masaru to wait upstairs and listen, she was going to make her son confess and she was going to go to the fucking spa or hell be damned. "Come with me." She commanded, leaving no room for refusal. "Sit." She ordered pointing at the loveseat in their living room.
Katsuki only did what she asked, too tired to fight back and stir a fight he would most likely lose against his mother.
"Alright brat, I want you tell me what's going on. You've been acting weird for quite some time now, and as your mother, I am worried." She said, being sincere with her son. "You don't have to tell me all the details, but I want you to at least talk ab-" she was cut off by her son.
"I don't see wh-" he tried saying before he too was cut off by his mother.
"Let me finish brat, then you can say your piece." She said, keeping a calm gaze as she lifted one leg onto the couch to sit more comfortably. "I know what it's like to be your age Katsuki, I was young once too, believe it or not, and I was just like you, I held everything in, all my emotions, and all it did for me was get me two months in juvie." She stated, not proud of what she was saying.
"They were the two worst months of my entire life, I tried running away, I tried ignoring everyone there, and all that got me was nothing. I was alone and I was hurting. The worst part about it was that I wasn't letting anyone help me. So trust me when I say that maybe, just maybe, sometimes it's alright to be weak and let someone give you a hand." She could see her son's hardened gaze soften at her words; she was winning him over. "As I said, I'm not asking you for details, but let me help you, maybe I can't fix the world for you, but I can most definitely listen to my son and give him some advice."
Katsuki was at a loss for words. He'd never seen his mother so vulnerable, she'd always been so strong, so tough. He never thought someone could be both. She was telling him that it was ok to be weak and maybe she was right. She would be able to hear him out and maybe tell him what to do. "I think I'm in love," he simply stated, "and I've completely fucked it up mom."
Mitsuki wasn't expecting that much out of her son, and she most definitely wasn't expecting the tears that abandoned his face and landed on his legs. She did what any rational loving mother would do, "Come here brat." She said as she hugged her baby boy.
"I don't need a hug." He said, denying her actions.
"Yeah, but I do." She wasn't taking no for an answer, he needed this. She squeezed the boy as he cried into her chest. "Shhhh." She cooed, rocking him back and forth. "I can't promise it will all work out, but I can promise that I will never leave your side baby."
He was hugging back now as he balled into her chest. She had hit home with her words, and he was feeling it, so many years of pent up emotions rising to the surface as he exploded and let everything out. The panic attack at school had only been the preview of this moment, he was alive, he could feel it in every inch of his teenage body.
"I really fucked up, mom." He cried out, holding on to her for all he was worth, "I fucked up and he's never going to forgive all I've done."
She pulled some Kleenex from the box in the center table and gave him a few, "Who baby? Who is it?" she asked as he wiped his nose.
"It's Izuku, mom," he confessed, "aunty Inko's son." He was done hiding. He needed help, no matter where it came from anymore. If his mother was willing to help, he'd be happy to accept it, he was done being the same stubborn asshole he'd been the last few years.
Deciding not to question her son any longer, "If I know little Izu like I think I do; I know he has a heart big enough to understand, Katsuki." She said. "He might not forgive whatever it is that happened, but I know he will try to understand you and try to make the best out of it." She wanted him to heal, and he needed time for that, but he also needed to face this and work it out.
"I think the most logical thing to do is to take calm yourself, take a few days or weeks to gather your thoughts and feelings, and then go up to him and come clean." She explained, trying to give him some plan of action, she knew he like things to be planned out, not a single thing left out wondering around. "But he will also need time. Time to understand, to heal, and to forgive if possible. He might not be able to return your feelings, but that's the sad world we live in baby, but I'd rather someone know I loved them than them never knowing it all. Take it from me, it took me three years to tell your dad I loved him, I wasted three fucking years when I could have been having the time of my life."
He knew she was right, and he was going to take her advice, he needed to calm down though, it wasn't doing him any good. "I understand." He said, getting up, wanting the privacy his room offered. "Thanks hag."
She got up and gave her son one last hug before letting him go to his room. "Don't fall asleep Katsu, we'll be having dinner soon." She told him as he made his way up the stairs.
Reaching the top, he saw his father in the hallway staring at him, "Old man." He greeted with a nod.
"Hey, son." Smiled back Masaru as he passed Katsuki and walked down to his wife.
Down in the kitchen, the usually feisty blonde was adding some spices into the stew she was cooking when she saw her husband walk in.
"So I guess you win." He said, not quite smiling.
"Yeah, I guess. I'm just not really enjoying my victory right now." She said kind of disappointed. She was glad she would be getting her mini vacation, and she was glad her son had confided in her, but she was also hurt at how hurt he had been.
"I get what you mean. Those were a lot of pent up emotions he had in there." He stated as he helped stir the contents in the pot whilst Mitsuki peeled some potatoes.
"I'm just glad he got them off his chest before he did something that could have gotten him in trouble." She said as she put the potatoes into the pot.
"I hope he can figure it all out. He's a bright kid, but he can be so dense sometimes." Masaru said, grabbing some veggies his wife left on the counter.
"He will, just give him time." She told her husband, "Now, about my trip…" Masaru only smiled at his wife as she went on specifying when she wanted to leave and where she wanted to go.
Upstairs, in his room. Katsuki decided to take a shower before going down for breakfast, so, he walked to the bathroom and quickly got undressed. Turning on the water, he began regulating it until he deemed it warm enough to get in.
He sighed, relaxing as he felt the warm drops of clear liquid touch his milky tan skin and raced down his body, reaching every crevice possible He closed his eyes relishing in the way his muscles just let go under the warmth the water provided.
Warning: Start Smut
Soon, images of Midoriya flashed through his mind. Images of the dream he had a few weeks ago came to his mind and quickly sparked a fire in him. He felt the way his body reacted to a flushed Midoriya, lips slightly parted and swollen after an intense kiss they had shared in that short-lived dream of his.
How long had it been since he had been alone with his thoughts like this? By the pooling heat he could feel in his groin, he guessed it had been too long. He didn't want to give into this carnal desire, but his body was begging for a touch, for release.
Leaning one hand against the wet tile wall in front of him, warm water draping his tonified body, Katsuki slowly took his heated flesh into his other hand, groaning at the rough contact it provided. He needed this.
He let more images of the boy across the street invade his mind, as he began pleasing himself. Up and down his hand went, slowly at first, as he'd imagine Izuku just sitting there, gasping for air, moaning from a few kisses Katsuki would place on his creamy white neck.
Then, he picked up the pace as his thoughts led him down a steamier path. He pulled on his flesh, water coating the space between it and his hand, helping him lubricate. He felt how his abdomen would start clenching as he pulled harder on his swollen cock.
He imagined Izuku laying there, shirtless, begging him for more, more kisses, more touches, so, he imagined himself giving the boy what he wanted. He'd lean down onto him and join their lips together as one of his hands crawled under Izuku's loose shirt to play with his perky pink nipples.
He bit and licked at the boys lips, sliding his tongue farther in exploring every inch of his mouth. He could only imagine what he'd taste like: cinnamon, he thought. Kami he wanted this boy.
As he imagined pinching one of the boy's nipples, his hand was now going faster, inching closer to his release, he felt it, the way his muscles began clenching as a warm fuzzy feeling started filling his groin.
Still consumed in thought, he imagined the younger boy try to sneak his hand into Katsuki's pants. "Ah!" he moaned, almost at the edge. Harder he pulled.
Flushed moaning Izuku slowly put his small hand into Katsuki's pants and slipped past his boxers as he softly grabbed the older boys thick cock. "Shit, Izu." He said in the shower, as he jerked his cock even faster now, about to explode.
Kissing the boy in his mind, he felt him wrapping his slender cold fingers around his pulsing hot cock and soon began to pull on it under the fabric, and he lost it, "Izuku!" he let out with groan as all his muscles twitched, his toes curled under him and he shot his load onto the wall in front of him, some staining his calloused hands.
Standing there as he came down from his high, he let the water wash away any sign of what he had done. Heavy breaths were being taken by the blond as the last bits of cum were washed off his hands. That had been, amazing, or so Katsuki considered. He could only imagine what'd it be like in real life.
Splashing some water onto the wall, he cleaned up his mess and quickly finished his shower. He'd need to try that again sometime he thought as he made his way back to his room, a small towel wrapped around his waist.
Warning: End Smut
He was embarrassed about what he had been doing, but he no longer cared. Letting it all out was one of the greatest things he'd ever done. He didn't think the old hag downstairs had it in her to act like a mother when the need arose.
He was thankful, not like he'd ever let her know, but he was sure she knew. She understood him, and it irked him to know how much she could figure out with so little information. "I guess that's a mom's job." He said to the wall in his room as he put on some pajamas.
He felt light, so much had been lifted off his shoulders with a simple conversation, and now he was giving into his desires. Why had he ever held back before? He didn't understand his foolishness, but decided it wasn't worth the struggle to figure it out. What mattered now is that he wanted to push forward and make a better person out of himself. He wanted to prove to the boy he loved that he hadn't disappeared, he'd only been lost.
He was going to prove it to him. He wanted little Izu to admire him once more, to consider him a friend or something more, and maybe, just maybe, a hero.
Downstairs, Mitsuki walked around the table as she poured stew into the three plates Masaru had placed. "BRAT! Dinner's served!" she yelled at her son.
"What do you think is taking him so long? He had an awfully long shower." Asked Masaru as he took his seat.
"Oh come one babe, you were his age once." She answered as she also took her seat, "He was probably just jacking off."
Choking a bit on the water he was drinking, he coughed it back out as he pushed down a blush, "Mitsu! He's a boy." He tried.
"Yeah, a teenage boy, and teenage boys are horny boys." She said as Katsuki made his way into the room.
Taking one look at his dad and his flustered face, he looked to his mom and saw her usually bored expression, unfazed by whatever they had been talking about, he took a seat, wary of the situation.
"So brat, hope you didn't get your spunk all over the bathroom walls." She said, with the same bored expression as before.
"Mitsu!" said his father to his mom, trying to make her shut up, obviously embarrassed at her words.
'Shit.' Thought Katsuki, as always, she knows way more than she lets on. "Tch!" was all he said as he pushed away the blush that threatened to cover his cheeks, and soon they were eating, talking the day away.
