Impulse writing strikes once again.
Katsuki didn't notice it was Valentine's Day until he opened his locker and was faced with a box of dark chocolates.
Had this been a year prior, he might've allowed himself to feel a little flattered.
But now? His initial thoughts were along the lines of holy shit he was dead.
He had only been seeing Kyoka for a good few months, but he knew her well enough to know that she'd be beyond pissed if she caught him with chocolates from some random girl.
And a pissed Kyoka meant getting jacks to the nuts.
A couple of weeks earlier, he would've had enough faith in his pain tolerance to scoff at the notion of a damn earphone jack doing damage to him, but those thoughts were put to rest the time he called her a weakling.
The jab to the balls he received was proof that she was anything but.
God, even recalling the sensation was enough to make him cringe, and if Kyoka thought he was a cheating scumbag, god knew what would happen to his genitalia.
The straightforward, painless solution would be to go to her and simply confess that he received chocolates.
Would it save him any physical agony? Without a doubt.
But there was also the chance it'd make Kyoka's self-confidence plummet.
He had a good enough read on her personality to understand that she'd likely fret over the secret admirer and drive herself insane while doing so; endlessly second guessing whether she was 'worth' him.
The notion was ridiculous, obviously, but he could see why she'd think so. He was handsome, tall, strong, handsome and handsome - any girl would be lucky as shit to have him.
(Though he'd be lying if he said Kyoka wasn't a tad bit out of his league.)
Ultimately, making her stress was infinitely worse than any jabs to the balls, so he decided he needed to come up with another solution.
"Oi, blasty!"
Katsuki gasped (and no matter what anyone said, didn't yelp) and reflexively stuffed the chocolates in his bag.
"What's up?" Katsuki chuckled awkwardly as he shut the locker closed, revealing Kyoka on the other side leaning against the compartment.
He saw her eyes flash to the locker for a split second, and prayed to any existing deities that she didn't catch sight of anything.
"Whatcha doin'?"
"Just grabbing some books." Katsuki raised his closed bag with a nervous grin.
Kyoka smirked. "You're a shitty liar."
Katsuki felt his heart thud in his chest, and he was certain it was more a result of the cocky smile as opposed to being called out.
Seriously - nobody had any right looking that hot while trying to pull off intimidation.
"I-well, I just-and I, let's—"
"Doesn't matter." Kyoka cut him off, hooking her arms around his. "If you're gonna stand there working on your Midoriya impression we're gonna be late for class."
He could've sworn he spotted her eyebrows furrow as she dragged him along the hallways, but shrugged it off in favour of his bigger issue.
The Valentine's chocolates resting in his bag.
The smart option was to simply toss them in the bin, however that was a massive waste. He knew he wasn't the paragon of kindness, and he couldn't give two shits about the feelings of whatever whack job sent him the confectionary, but throwing away perfectly good food wasn't something he wanted to make a habit of.
No - he had a better answer. At the end of the school day, he'd inconspicuously leave it on the common room table and one of the extras would inevitably tuck in.
No waste and no hassle - all he had to do was keep the chocolates on his person without Kyoka finding out until the end of the day. Surely he could manage that much.
"Hey, Bakubro!"
Katsuki withheld a groan as Kirishima took a seat next to him. He was distinctly not in the mood for a conversation with his friend, and he specifically chose a seat in the corner of the lunch hall to reduce his visibility. Having people around him and the bag would only increase the likelihood of being discovered.
"What do you need shithead?" He grunted out before shovelling a clump of rice in his mouth.
"You get any Valentine chocolates?" The redhead inquired.
Evidently, Kirishima took his silence as a response and continued speaking. "Damn, that's rough buddy." He consoled, patting Katsuki placatingly on the back. "There's always next year, and I'm sure someone will buy you something."
He knew it was just his friend's standard kindness coming into play, but Christ was it patronising to be on the receiving end.
"Heck, I got quite a few, so you could even take some of mine—"
Nope - this was where he drew the line.
"I don't need your shitty charity, shit for brains." Katsuki growled out, roughly shrugging his friends hand off his back.
Kirishima, clearly used to the blonde's behaviour, simply barked out a laugh. "Come on, you don't gotta go all tsundere on me." He reached into his backpack and retrieved a Hershey's. "Here, just take it."
Katsuki caught sight of his friend reaching over to his backpack and grasped it by the strap.
"Oi - put that shit down!" Katsuki yelled, pulling his bag closer to him.
"Well if I tried handing it to you, you'd just reject it." Kirishima countered, pulling on the bag harder towards him. "I'll just toss the chocolate in your bag, and you won't have to get mad about your pride."
"That's not the point." Much to his shock, he was beginning to find it increasingly difficult to hold on.
The last time Katsuki checked, he had the advantage over his friend when it came to physical strength, so there was no way in hell he could be struggling this hard unless—
His eyes narrowed in suspicion before glancing at Kirishima's hand, and lo and behold, the boy was using his quirk.
That cheating prick! If quirk combat was what he wanted, then quirk combat was what he'd get.
Unfortunately, in his enraged state, he didn't stop to consider that he didn't have a strength ability, and instead possessed explosion, so upon activating his quirk he accidentally burnt through his bag strap and lost his grip.
Clearly Kirishima didn't expect the drastic change in resistance and tugged on the bag a little too hard, causing the contents to spill on the ground beside his feet.
"…Bakubro?"
"What?" He seethed through grit teeth.
Kirishima stared unblinkingly at the confectionary on the floor. "Are those chocolates?"
Katsuki heard a knock on his room door and repressed an ungodly shriek.
It took every ounce of effort to evade all of Kirishima's questions during lunch, and he even ended up promising the idiot a couple of spars to buy his silence. He should've known the hardheaded boy would be restless, but couldn't he at least give it a day before hounding him for a fight?
"Fucking hell!" Katsuki barked out, jumping out of bed and stomping towards the door. "Can't you give me one damn—" To his shock, upon swinging the door open he was met with Kyoka stamping her foot impatiently on the ground.
"You've been avoiding me." She pushed past him and took a seat on his bed, crossing her legs over one another.
"Uhhh…" He looked between the girl and the door and silently considered if running away would be a viable option.
Eventually Kyoka's strangely alluring pose won his heart over and he shut the door behind him before taking a seat beside her.
The room remained silent for a dozen seconds before Kyoka broke it. "It's Valentine's Day, and you've been avoiding me."
"I had some shit on my mind during class." He explained while fiddling with the duvet between his thighs. "But I'm free now, so we could—" He snapped his gaze towards Kyoka and was shocked to find her glaring at him with scathing intensity.
"I know about the chocolates." She said simply, her casual tone contrasting violently with the fire burning in her eyes.
He was really regretting not taking the chance to run when he could.
Well - he didn't make it to UA by pussying out of every prickly situation. If Kyoka was going to wring his neck, he might as well get his final words out.
"It ain't my fault." He began. "Some crazy bitch wanted to give me some Valentine's gift, but I didn't wanna throw that shit out so I thought it'd be a better plan to give it…to…" Katsuki trailed off as he observed her pissed expressing soften into mild irritation.
"You fucking idiot." She rested her face in her palms. "Those chocolates were from me."
"Oh." Katsuki blinked as he made sense of the situation, before aptly summing up his thoughts with, "Fuck."
"Why else would your favourite chocolates appear in your locker?" Kyoka whined, pulling her head free from her hands to look at him in exasperation.
"Hey - I thought it'd be some sorta crazy stalker!"
"Pfft." She snorted. "Who the hell would stalk you?" Katsuki was about to respond when she interrupted. "Other than Midoriya.
"…"
Kyoka chuckled. "My point exactly."
Katsuki was about to just throw in the towel when he remembered something - the chocolates were likely still in the common room, and now that he didn't have to deal with any moral repercussions, there wasn't a chance in hell he was going to let anyone else eat his gift.
Jumping up from the bed, he was about to make his way to the door when he heard Kyoka clear her throat.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" She asked with a smirk, luring him over with a finger.
Katsuki grinned before leaning in for a kiss, only for a hand to meet his lips.
"Mmph?" He hummed through her hand in confusion.
"I was talking about this." Kyoka reached behind her back and waved the box of dark chocolates in front of his eyes.
Katsuki grabbed her hand and moved it away from his mouth. "I love you so fuckin' much."
"Me, or the chocolates?" She waved the treats around tantalisingly.
"Why not both?" He smirked and made to grasp the confectionary only for Kyoka to pull it away.
"Tut tut tut." She opened the chocolates and deposited a piece between her lips. "Now you can kiss me."
Katsuki didn't need to be asked twice.
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