Izuku

Katsuki and Izuku had a total of five noise complaints by the end of the summer. Their late-night activities had become more frequent and more vocal during the last three weeks of August, and their neighbors beside, below, and above them were not amused. Their dorm supervisors had given them a final warning notice just that morning. They could either tone it down or risk violating their dorm contract, effectively rendering them homeless. Izuku, of course, had been horrified. He had apologized up and down, forward and reverse. Katsuki, on the other hand, handled it the same way Katsuki always did. By telling them to fuck off because their neighbors were just jealous that they weren't 'getting any'.

Izuku had to do even more apologizing to prevent their supervisors from submitting a request to have them split apart as roommates.

"What do you guys plan to do though?" Ochako asked as she laid on the blanket that Izuku had set out on the grass.

The day was beautiful. The remainder of August had provided them with some comfortably warm weather. Izuku had helped formulate the plans for a group picnic. They'd invited all of their friends as well as their significant others. It was like one big group date, he figured. It was something simple and nice for the remainder of their summer break. Everyone had packed their own lunches, brought a blanket, and got comfortable on the grass at the random, small park they'd picked out just for today.

Most of the group was playing a brutal game of volleyball. He, Shouto, Kyouka, and Ochako were the only ones who had opted to relax while the others brutally whipped the ball at each other and Tenya attempted to keep the game in order.

Izuku looked at Ocha and shrugged his shoulders. "I facetimed my mom in a panic as soon as our supervisors left."

"You facetimed your mom? How'd you explain that?" Kyouka asked, an amused smile stretching across her features. "You have noise complaints for your loud, crazy sex lives, and that is the first thing you did?"

Izuku groaned and buried his face in his knees. "Look, in hindsight, I realize it probably wasn't the smartest idea-"

"Not at all, Izuku," Shouto chimed in.

"Ugh!" he groaned again. "I mentioned we had noise complaints, and she asked why and I-I just told her."

"Smooth, Izu," Ochako said.

"I've never seen her so embarrassed," he moaned. "She handed my Dad the phone because she just couldn't."

Shouto snorted beside him. "Imagine that. Yagi-san giving advice to his step-son on how to handle his wild sex life."

"Shouto!"

"Well, what did he say?" Kyouka asked.

"He was understanding of it, I guess, but that didn't stop the lecture on responsibility, respect, and etiquette, though."

Kyouka huffed out a laugh. "Well, I mean, from what it sounds like, you two go at it like bunnies."

"Yeah, five noise complaints is a lot in three weeks."

Izuku's face burned. He was glad he'd buried his face in his knees. It was bad enough that he'd had to tell his parents any of it. Now, his friends were comparing them to bunnies They had no idea how close to the truth that had gotten. Katsuki had really taken to calling him bunny during sex. Izuku, in turn, had picked up a headband with bunny ears and a small bunny tail butt plug just for shits and giggles. It had backfired. Katsuki liked it way too much.

"Guys!"

"What's the plan, then?" Shouto asked, saving him from the bunny talk.

"Well, after we talked to both of our parents, we came to the conclusion that we should just get an apartment," he said. "I mean, it may not fix the noise problem, but maybe the walls will be thicker."

Ocha shot up at that. "What? Izu! Congrats!"

He lifted his head and looked at her sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Thanks. It's not exactly all sorted out or anything, but it'll be better, hopefully," he said. "Our parents will take care of the rent and utilities, and the part time job that I have – and Kacchan is going to get – will take care of groceries and train passes."

"You'll have to let us know if you need any help moving in. Once you get a place, of course," Shout offered.

"Yeah! And I can throw you a killer house-warming party!" Ocha said, pumping her arms into the air.

"I don't think you could kill anything, Round Cheeks," Kacchan's rough voice said from above them. "Now, vacate my spot, shitty extras. I'm starving."

"So rude, Bakugou," Ochako huffed, her cheeks taking on that roundness that Kacchan had commented on.

"You don't hang out with me for my fucking personality."

Kyouka snorted. "No, we hang out with you because your boyfriend is a sweetheart, and you can cook."

Izuku giggled. "And because you're super fun and amazing and cute and did I say amazing?"

"We all know you just keep him around because you think he's good in bed," Shouto said in the most monotone voice ever.

"Shouto!" Izuku cried yet again. God, his friends could never give him a break.

"Nobody asked you, Icy-Hot!" Katsuki roared.

"Man, I'm starving," Kaminari said as he and the rest of the brook came toward the blankets.

"Bakubro! What did you bring?" Kirishima asked. He wrapped his arms around Kacchan's neck, throwing the blond slightly off balance.

"None of your fuckin' business, Shitty Hair," Katsuki growled, eyeing the red head with a look that could kill. "You packed your own so you can get offa me and fuck right off our lunch."

"But Bakubro! You're an amazing chef," Kirishima chimed in.

"And you think buttering me fucking up will get you anywhere, why?"

"That used to always work, Bakubabe," Ashido bemoaned as she approached. "C'mon, what gives? Share!"

"Well, unless you're Auntie Inko, Uncle Toshinori, or that nerd – and only because he'd eat shitty packaged ramen if I didn't feed him – ya ain't gettin' fuckin' shit," Kacchan said. Izuku smiled. He didn't even give an exception for his own parents. But Izuku's? Always. "It's too good for you shitty extra asses."

"Kacchan!" Izuku finally said when he'd felt the rest of the group had had enough of his beratement. "Be nice."

Katsuki narrowed his eyes at him, but Izuku held his gaze just as firm.

"Why should I?" he signed.

"Because they're your friends."

"You mean shitty extras."

"No, friends," he admonished. "They just love your cooking."

"Fuckin' mooches."

Izuku rolled his eyes. "How about because I asked you to?"

Katsuki was about to respond when-

"You guys are way too fast for me these days," Ashido whined.

"Practice, Bubblegum, and you wouldn't have problems," Katsuki snipped.

Again, Izuku rolled his eyes. It was a start, he supposed. He grabbed Katsuki by his wrist as Ochako got up and stretched. He pulled him down beside him so they could sit together.

"Quit being a hangry gremlin, and eat already."

The rest of the afternoon passed by in a blur. The group went their separate ways after lunch to enjoy their time. Kyouka and Kaminari both went off under a tree to sing and play their guitars. Ashido and Kirishima were up in a tree, making out. Shouto and Inasa were playing an intense game of Magic the Gathering. Ochako and Tenya were laying on their blanket, hands clasped, gazing at the clouds while quiet conversation filtered between them. And he and Katsuki… Izuku's head rested in the blond's lap. His hands were folded over his stomach. Katsuki's hands were tangled into his hair, gently playing with it. Izuku was comfortable, at ease. He could fall asleep.

Kacchan made him so happy. They had come so far from when they'd first med. They gone from yelling at each other to understanding one another's subtle behavioral nuances. They knew the meaning of each smile, frown, tear, and expression. In that short time, they'd learned so much of what they'd needed to learn of each other. They'd transcended language barriers and grown above taking what the other said at face value. They hadn't mastered it, but they'd come far in learning the art of listening.

And, of course, there were things about one another that they still didn't know. More nuances that life would throw at them, but Izuku was prepared to take it all in stride. He lived for those moment because it meant rediscovering his muse. Katsuki never ceased to amaze him, never ceased to make his heart soar. He'd never trade those moments for anything. Never.

This was one of those moments. The way he could just stare into those crimson pools that made up Katsuki's eyes… He was in heaven.

"Kacchan?" he asked, gaining the attention of the man above him. Katsuki looked down at him, his eyes scanning over him as if he were searching for something. Izuku felt concerned at this. "You look upset. What's wrong?"

The blond shook his head, blinking once, twice, three times. "Not upset. Counting."

"Counting?"

"Yeah."

Izuku furrowed his brows over his viridian gaze. "What're you counting?"

"Your freckles?"

"My freckles? How is that interesting?" he asked. "They're just dots on my face."

Katsuki shrugged, leaning in a little closer to Izuku. "They're a part of you. They could keep me busy for hours."

Izuku couldn't help but lean in closer, too. "And what happens when you run out of freckles to count?"

Their lips were only inches apart now. Their breath ghosted together. His eyes took in everything that was Katsuki. His beautiful red eyes. His pale, smooth skin. His light blond hair and light blond eyelashes that fluttered closed as they leaned in closer for their kiss. It was a light kiss. Soft and gentle. Tender and warm. But it was all that Izuku needed. Katsuki was al that he wanted. Those lovely crimson eyes opened and took in all of his features. Those pink lips parted to speak.

"I'll just start over," he said. "I'll never stop counting. Not when there might be a new one every day."

Izuku smiled, his viridian gaze connecting with the blond's. "I'd like that, Kacchan. I'd really like that."