A/N: hello all! ꒰˘̩̩̩⌣˘̩̩̩๑꒱

first and foremost thank you so much for giving my story a chance it means a lot! i also have this posted on ao3 if it fits you more posted under the same name and everything!

somethings about the story i'd like to address quickly before the chapter and before we get too far into the story

- the a/b/o universe! it's my first writing for this tag and while i've read plenty of stories it's definitely different writing for it. i really like a/b/o and when writing out the outline for this story thought it went well with it but since it's my first time i have to look up a lot of stuff about it. so if there are any prominent things that happen in a/b/o that usually happens in fics that i miss out on i'm terribly sorry! i hope you'll still enjoy the way i intend to write it!

-OOC Izuku! writing out the last few chapters i at first tried to make him less ooc, like more cheery confidence minus the nervousness? since he's a pro hero who's gotten a lot of positive comments, and fans but it turned him into a little bit of an asshole (and i started liking it!). i know i didn't add that tag in the story of the last chapter so it's being added, but just in case you don't see it or it's not your thing you don't have to waste your time on it completely and thank you for giving my story a chance!

- my writing style...uh, when i said i haven't written a/b/o i also haven't written in a few years. i got the idea to write this after finally getting a vacation and writing these last couple days i realize some things about my writing that is aggravating but i'm slowly trying to fix. i will be editing these chapters to get rid of constant repeated words and bad grammar, punctuation, etc but it'll be slowly since i'll be going back to work soon :(

that was really long lmao. but hopefully if some things feel a little odd that explains it?

anyways, enjoy the chapter! :)


one

Katsuki's not an idiot.

He's in fact, far from it.

He's been a straight A student all his life, joined debate club, fucking conquered debate club, and earned enough scholarship money that the only reason he has a stupid job is for his bills. He thinks he'd drop it if he could handle living with his mom for another two years but just the thought makes his face scrunch is annoyance. Because that's the one thing Bakugou Katsuki doesn't excel at no matter how hard it is to admit it.

People. People are a confusing topic for Katsuki.

And he has no true definition for what you'd call this.

Deku, the fucking idiot, (the fucking alpha pro-hero idiot!) that he hasn't seen in years sits before him with absolute confidence. His stupid freckled face is still sort of youthful, and it looks like he's barely getting the baby fat off his cheeks even though he's a few years older than him. He's dressed quite casually, a hat to hide his identity, a grey hoodie and black sweatpants. Katsuki assumes he was enjoying a day off, going out for a run before he, well... saved Katsuki.

He scoffs at the thought.

Katsuki was handling that villain just fine before the idiot showed up.

"Are you enjoying the food," He asks. He seems to think a second before he tacks on, "Kacchan." to the end of it.

Katsuki can't help the way his face pinches up at the way he says his name. As if he just learned a new word and can't help but say it all the time.

It's gross.

He is starving though. And despite Deku not being his first pick of company to keep, he can't deny he has good taste in food. His stomach's been begging him to eat a proper meal anyways. It was the only reason he'd been out so late, to grab food. The last thing he'd consumed being half of the bagel Kaminari said was too spicy. He sort of resents the fact that he could've had the whole thing. Who doesn't realize a jalapeno bagel has jalapenos?

"I told you to stop calling me that." He says when he finally doesn't have his mouth filled with pork belly and noodles.

"Hmm? Then should I just call you Katsuki?" There's something hidden there, an underlying tone of 'Would you like that?' that it feels like he's leaving out.

He glares, "I don't like you calling me anything. So just knock it off before I decide your face would look better bashed in!" He threatens, gritting his teeth when another blast of cold air hits him. He wonders why this stupid place has their AC blasting when it's freezing balls outside. He wishes it at least started snowing, the cold isn't something he can handle most days but at least when the snow falls and it blankets the city it's something he can always appreciate.

Deku, (the pro-hero , Katsuki can't stop reminding himself of that), seems to catch Katsuki shaking as breeze after breeze kisses at his exposed skin. His fingers come over to brush at Katsuki's left palm, tracing up towards his fingers, before he officially takes all of his hand into his own. Their fingers intertwining. His thumb rubs at Katsuki's knuckles and before Katsuki can say anything or pull his hand away he gives him a look. A look daring him to challenge him, an alpha . Katsuki only lets out a ' tsk '. At least his hands are warm.

"I'm fucking eating, moron," He bites out.

"Yeah, and you're freezing." He doesn't say it in a negative way, but there's some type of dominance in there telling Katsuki to drop it, 'let me keep you warm', and that makes him grumble under his breath, face fixed in a glare before he goes back to his food. It isn't impossible to eat gyoza and ramen with one free hand, if not a little impractical.

And a little embarrassing.

He wonders if this is what all those fans on those online forums talk about when they say heroes are exceptionally good at fan service. He remembers a few stories, some more realistic and others seemingly completely fabricated. He tries to tell himself that but considering their...history, he can't quite convince himself that's just it. That it's just "fan-service".

Katsuki stops eating mid way, even though his stomach had been hurting and begging him to eat a few moments ago the practical side is telling him it's going to cost him. They may have known each other a long time ago, and the dork may have offered to pay but it doesn't mean he doesn't have to give up something .

In Katsuki's hesitation to eat the rest, Deku frowns. "Is something wrong with it?"

He pushes himself back in his chair and closes his eyes, their hands still locked together. He hates that he's here in this moment and he can't find proper words. Hates that it had to be Deku to find him getting mugged, backed into the field of an abandoned school yard, crying while he tried to claw the guys face off. He hates that he's letting this moron hold his hand and isn't completely upset about it. He hates that he answers, "Not hungry anymore," Except for a million different things that fly through his brain.

When he opens his eyes, Deku's staring at him for a long moment before he nods. He rings the small bell on the side of the table to bring over the little old that has been eyeing them since they came in. He wants to slip his hand free from the other before she comes, he knows he can try but allows them to stay like that, head turned away so that if she is staring he doesn't have to see it.

He waits to hear Deku ask about the check and a to go box, he said he'd pay for it when Katsuki had first refused to order anything and a piece of Katsuki is still having trouble with that but he begrudgingly remembered the little money he does have on him. How he was going to go to a convenience store for pork buns, not ramen and gyoza.

"I think we're ready to pay," Deku's voice is light and calm as he slips the card in between his fingers, casually handing it over like nothing. For some reason, Katsuki can't help but think it's hot especially when he sees it's a fucking black card. The lady seems a little enamored by him too as if she can tell he's someone but not exactly who.

She scuttles away before coming back and boxing away his stuff. "You two boys seem like a sweet couple. I hope you enjoyed your meal." And even though she says it as if talking to both of them she only looks at Deku, the man sending a beaming smile up at her. Katsuki can feels his ears heat up at the implication of them being a couple.

"Thank you ma'am. That means a lot."

She leaves them be after that and Katsuki doesn't have the mental strength to ask him why the hell he didn't tell her they weren't together. But then again, Katsuki didn't say anything either.

With a groan, he slips out of his seat and pushes his hands into his pockets to hopefully avoid any more impromptu hand holding, and keep his hands warm.

His hunger had overtaken just how gross he felt. The events just a few hours before making him want to slip into scalding water to rub whatever the hell goo that mugger had gotten all over him. He's also been wearing a stupid scent blocker and hate how itches it makes his skin feel. He'll probably be scrubbing at his neck, rubbing it red.

Deku tells him to head out before him so he can call a cab and Katsuki gathers himself to ready for the impending cold. Katsuki had had to throw his jacket into the trash, since it had whatever fucking substance that came out of the mugger all over it, before Deku ushered him into the ramen shop. He finds himself slipping outside now, into the cold and he can't help the way his fist ball up and his teeth chatter with no warmth in his arms.

He shivers as a cold gust of wind breezes past him. Out of habit he decides to check his phone to distract him but when he pulls it out all he sees are the cracks on the screen and the slight reflection of his face. He's got a fucking band-aid on his cheek from the cut of the knife the guy had tried to use at first before he switched to his quirk when he realized Katsuki was beating his ass.

He snorts at that. If the stupid fucker didn't have a quirk Katsuki wouldn't be in this situation now.

"You live close to here don't you? The cab should be able to get you home pretty soon." Deku says behind him before his tone switches. " Oh ?" He lets slip out, as he glances over at him, shaking like a leaf in the cold. The bag of food in his hands is placed on top of one of the outside tables.

Before Katsuki can ask what the hell he's " oh-ing" about, Deku places his hat on the table too , green curls slipping free in a jumble and soon enough is slipping his jacket off. Having to slip it from his head, a sliver of his stomach shows as his shirt underneath rides up. His arms and bicep slightly flex as he slips them from the sleeves. Katsuki can't help but stare a little at the bones of his pelvis that give a glimpse of his happy trail.

When the whole thing finally comes off, leaving his hair even more of a rugged mess. He notices he's cut it at the sides since he last saw him forever ago. Turning his head away, to feign checking for the cab, his peripheral vision catches the lady from inside the store that's now watching Deku. "What the hell are you doing?!" He bites out.

"You hated the cold when we were younger. Here." He says simply, as if he's now not just wearing a plain black shirt, albeit; it having long sleeves. He pushes the hoodie towards him and Katsuki wants to ask what the fuck is wrong with him.

In the last two hours he's saved his life, taken him to eat and is now giving him his fucking jacket. He only stares and he can imagine his face isn't too pleasant cause Deku is slowly frowning at his reaction but with another gust of wind Katsuki snatches it from his hands. It slips on him easily, mostly likely because the guy got broad as hell and built as fuck and Katsuki's more lean than anything.

His stomach twists in the warmth. "You're still an idiot, you know that?" He says softly, a blush he can't help but feel spread up from his neck to his cheeks.

Deku looks at him, a little bewildered by his acknowledgement of him but it seems to only make a wide grin appear on his face, not faltering his mood at all. "Hmm. I guess I still am." He says before he hesitates for a moment then slips something from his pocket, turns it on and gives it to Katsuki.

Katsuki stares at it a second before glancing up at Deku, "Hah ?" It's his fucking phone. Obviously with the new contacts, he's wanting Katsuki's number but he can't helpp but wonder why.

This is what makes pro-hero Deku look... sheepish . He goes over to grab his hat and fiddles with it before he puts it back on. It's a little crooked and Katsuki can't help but think it's a little endearing. A slight red fills his cheeks and his eyes dart to the side where headlights are seen down the street. "Don't just stare at me. Put your number in." Katsuki raises an eyebrow then narrows his eyes.

"Please."

"What, you think I can't handle shit myself?" He snaps. But he does anyways. Handing it back when he's done.

"No of course not, Katsuki." This time when he says his name it sounds a lot softer. Deku's hand lingers a little longer on his own when he take his phone back and this time he snatches his hand away. Katsuki wants to gag. "But if you need to talk or something..." He trails off, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his phone at him. Katsuki wonders what he could possibly need to talk to him about of all people but he groans and nods anyways as the taxi comes to stop in front of them.

Deku grabs the bag of extra food and opens the door for him to get in. That's what makes Katsuki's scowl return. "I can open the damn door on my own." He snaps before he slips in and feels content at the heat that starts to warm up his fingers.

"Hmm. Sure, Kacchan ." He agrees easily, placing the bag on his lap.

Before Katsuki can yell at him to not fucking call him that, Deku is already at the passenger side, sticking his head through the window to talk to the driver. "Take him anywhere he needs." He says and he hands the driver something.

Katsuki can see a whole ten thousand dollar yen in the corner of his eyes. He wants to say something stupid, like he can pay for his own ride but he knows he only took enough to buy himself a convenience store dinner, a taxi ride wasn't in his plans so he begrudgingly snaps his mouth shut even if embarrassment floods him.

"Remember to call me or text if you need anything, anything at all ." Deku says to him, and although the last time Deku said it it sounded more careless and like an afterthought, this time he's completely serious. There's something that seems demanding to it, but it's not like he's seeping out pheromones to demand obedience, but something else in Katsuki that doesn't want to disobey. Katsuki wants to blame the stupid omega in him but he gives him a quiet nod, eyes locking the entire time. Not able to look at the driver who must be wondering what the hell is happening.

Seeming satisfied with that he pulls away, a smile once again blooming on his face, "Or else I'll just bug you with text messages." And Katsuki can already feel the headache behind his eyes just at the thought of that. Talking to the drive he says, "Make sure he gets home safe, yeah?" before patting the roof of the car.

It isn't even a second a later that he's gone, jogging down the street and Katsuki is left to wonder what the fuck just happened.