Chapter 10: Suspicious Minds Part II
It is late afternoon when Iida, Yaoyorozu and Katsuki decide to conclude their session for the day. It has been awhile since Katsuki's been off campus, so although they spend the entire time at a boring café, Katsuki appreciates the change of scenery. Their study session was productive and Katsuki learns a lot from the other two, though he hesitates to admit it aloud.
As they stroll back to the dorms Yaoyorozu and Iida discuss the expectations that come from a wealthy family, especially when paired with the ownership of a strong Quirk. Iida and Yaoyorozu are very animated about the subject and have a lot of strong opinions and Katsuki is content to let their conversation simply wash over him. At an intersection they meet Tokoyami and a slightly heavy-set girl with ginger hair pulled into two neat buns. The two are wearing warm coats and are both holding plastic cups of boba in their hands.
"Tokoyami!" Iida exclaims.
"Greetings," Tokoyami says. He gestures at his female companion. "Akiko and I are walking back to the dorms."
"Hiya, I'm Harada Akiko." Her voice is child-like in its excitement. "I'm Fumikage's girlfriend!"
After introductions have been made, Tokoyami, Iida and Momo walk abreast, with Katsuki trailing behind with the Harada. He glances at her from the corner of his eye, watching as she bounces along, annoyingly reminiscent of the nerd. Her tiny button nose is red from the cold and she rubs it periodically. Katsuki wonders if she is nervous. If she is, he makes no move to make her feel at ease. Her brown coat hasn't been fastened and Katsuki can see that she's wearing a burgundy and dusty pink striped cropped top and dark blue jeans. Katsuki glances at the pudge around her waistline and meanly concludes she is not aiming to become a future hero.
"Sorry, what's your name again?"
"Bakugou Katsuki," he grunts.
She slurps her drink loudly. "Cool! I'm Harada Akiko in case you forgot. I know I'm terrible with names, so don't feel bad if you forget! I'm in General Studies. What about you?"
"Heroics."
"Ohhh! With Fumikage. You must have a super cool Quirk! What is it?"
Katsuki sighs, but he holds out his hand and allows a few mini explosions to go off in his palm.
"Cool! My Quirk is the ability to calm people down. Wanna see?"
"Sure."
She takes his sweaty hands in hers and closes her eyes. "Don't let me fall though!" she says, as they are continuing to walk as she works. About thirty seconds pass before Katsuki starts to feel it. It feels like cool water poured into a bubbling pot. The effect is undeniably small but it still slightly reduces the overall temperature of the pot's contents. Analogously, Katsuki is still consciously aware of his negative emotions but the effect of her Quirk slightly reduces the overall intensity. He does feel calmer than before she touched him but overall the total effect of her Quirk is quite miniscule. Katski wonders if her Quirk is extremely weak or if his inner turmoil is just that bad.
"Feel it?" She asks.
"A bit," he grunts. "Can't you tell?"
"Not really," she removes her hand from his and takes another sip of her drink. "I can't detect other people's emotions so I don't really know if my Quirk is affecting them or not. From my perspective, I'm just emitting a calming aura – like with your explosions! You don't know how they feel to other people but you know that you are generating them and they go boom!"
"Huh."
Harada beams at him as if Katsuki has just said something profound. She's happy to converse with him despite his short answers, full of innocent happiness and friendliness. She continues to talk to him the entire journey back and Katsuki realises that she's actually managed to get more information out of him than the average annoying extra manages to. At the dorms she grabs his hand again and sends another wave of calming energy to him, exclaiming that it is 'a parting gift.' Katsuki sees Tokoyami looking at him, though it is unclear from his face whether he's jealous or just merely bemused by his girlfriend's antics. The group say their goodbyes before leaving Harada and Tokoyami alone outside the dorms so they can say their goodbyes in private.
Katsuki enters the common room to find Mina having a meltdown. She's hysterically searching the space for something as Hagakure and Jirou struggle to calm her down. Kaminari, Kirishima and Sato are all diligently looking around in nooks and crannies.
"What's going on?" Yaoyorozu asks in concern.
"Momo! Thank goodness you're here," Jirou says, a look of relief clear on her face. "Mina's lost her memory stick."
"Oh my. Was it very important?" Iida asks.
Several heads whip up to scowl at him causing Iida to flinch. His eyes widen as he realises how rude and insensitive he must have sounded.
"Yes," Mina sniffles. "I was looking for it because it has that huge project on it due tomorrow."
There is a small crash as Kaminari stumbles over a plant pot. "Wait, what ? I didn't know there was a project due tomorrow," he blurts in panic.
"No! The one I'm redoing – y'know what we talked about at lunch this week?"
"Ohhh, right, right. Got it."
"And I won't have time to redo it because it took me a week . But more than that – it has photos of my cousin who passed away last year that haven't been developed or backed up yet," Mina sobbed. "So not only am I going to get in trouble for messing up the project, I've also lost these irreplaceable photos that are really precious to me."
Katsuki watches in almost horrified fascination as one of the most positive, bubbliest girls in the class, clutches herself and starts wailing. "Urgh, stop crying," he snaps. It is a testament to how well the group knows each other that nobody thinks to interrupt his seemingly harsh words. Katsuki dumps his bag by the door and stomps over to Mina. "I'm gonna find your shitty memory stick so stop blubbering already." Mina looks at him and gives him a watery smile. "T-thanks Baku," she stutters out.
Rendered uncomfortable by her open gratitude, Katsuki growls at the other students in their class helping her search. "Have you extras even been looking properly? How long has she been like this for anyway?"
The group searches carefully but Katsuki is starting to lose hope that they'll find what they are looking for. He really wants to find it for her. Firstly because she's his friend – even if it took him until well into their second year for him to admit it and he hates seeing her upset.
Secondly, he feels like he owes her something. Out of all his friends she has been the most persistently concerned about him over the past few months, convinced that something was going on with him when others accepted his responses of 'I'm fine' at face value. Katsuki really hopes her anxiety about him didn't cause her to end up misplacing her memory stick.
Katsuki's so fixated on searching that at first, he doesn't even notice when Midoriya enters the room. When he does register the other's presence, he also knows the exact moment that Midoriya sees Katsuki noticing him because Midoriya's eyes glint and he suddenly 'remembers' he saw a pink memory stick at the reception lost-and-found desk.
There is a flurry of activity and Mina runs from the room. She returns shortly after triumphantly brandishing her newly found hard-drive. Her tears are now those of joy. Mina thanks Midoriya profusely and hugs everybody else who helped her look for her missing memory stick. Katsuki is too disturbed by the turn of events to even go through the motions of pushing her away. Everyone tells Midoriya that he truly is a hero in training. Only Katsuki sees the Mina situation for the warning it was.
He resolves to rebuff the next classmate who expresses any concern about his well-being in no uncertain terms.
As it happens, it is Kaminari who tries to help him next, going out of his way to reach the classroom early so he can speak to Katsuki privately. Kaminari is clearly on a mission with the way he comes over directly, not even stopping to dump his school books on his own desk. His eyes are filled with poorly concealed concern as he attempts to probe Katsuki into admitting something is wrong and telling him what it is.
"Fuck off Pikachu." Katsuki scoffs.
As usual, Kaminari takes the unfriendly comment in his stride and laughs. Sliding a nearby desk over he clambers on top of it and swivels so he is facing Katsuki. Feet resting on his desk, Katsuki is aware he probably looks like the personification of devil-may-care calm but inside his mind is in complete turmoil. Leave me alone before Midoriya catches us talking about this, you dumbass!
Resting his elbows on his knees, Kaminari leans forward to stare at the side of Katsuki's face.
Leave you electric idiot!
"Is everything OK? You've been a bit off recently."
"Fuck off. Maybe you need to worry about yourself more so you don't bomb another test."
Undeterred Denki doesn't let it go, "Deflect all you want but something is not right with you. You seem quieter these days. Less antagonistic."
Sometimes Katsuki forgets that for all Kaminari's academic struggles he is surprisingly emotionally perceptive. And damn. The expression of genuine concern and compassion on Kaminari's face is painful to look at. Much as it pains him to admit it, Katsuki likes that the two of them have gotten closer over time. He likes that Kaminari no longer views him as an aggressive bully but as a friend, one he can tease and open up to. Katsuki feels terrible pushing Kaminari away but he doesn't need a protector. Moreover, the situation he is in makes him feel bad enough, he'd feel worse if somebody else suffered because of him. Mina was bad enough. Midoriya has already demonstrated he is willing to harm those who try to help him. He learnt the hard way not to underestimate Midoriya and he knows he can't risk inciting Midoriya's wrath.
Katsuki clenches his jaw when he is jostled awake by Midoriya. "I thought you said we weren't doing anything tonight."
"We're not," Midoriya responds as he slides into bed next to Katsuki.
Katsuki feels himself getting shoved unceremoniously into the wall as Midoriya moves him over to make more room.
"Your pillow doesn't have enough support. I'll get you a new one."
"What?" Katsuki hisses. "First of all, I like my pillow. Second of all, what the HELL are you doing here in my bed? What have you got planned?" He can feel himself getting hysterical. "You promised me nothing was going to happen tonight. That I wouldn't need to do anything for you. You promised me."
It makes Katsuki's hackles rise when Midoriya sighs as if he's the one being unreasonable.
"I mean I don't know what you've got planned but I'm going to sleep," Midoriya says blithely while he presses a gentle kiss to Katsuki's chest. "Sleep well Ok?"
Katsuki groans. "I absolutely won't."
He starts to get out of bed and panics when his arm is roughly grabbed in a bruising grip. Green sparks light up the otherwise dark room. A feeling of dread overcomes Katsuki. There's a ringing in his ears and the tips of his fingers feel numb, even on the side that isn't being restrained.
"I was just going to find somewhere else to sleep," he tells Midoriya carefully.
Green lightning continues to crackle and Katsuki lets out a small involuntary gasp when his body impacts the wall behind him. Distantly he prays the wall is still intact. Angering his parents with yet another invoice for property damage is all he needs right now.
"Why would you need to do that?" The sweetness of Midoriya's voice sharply contrasts the barely controlled anger currently radiating from him in waves.
"I wouldn't," Katsuki mumbles.
Darkness pervades the room once more as the green sparks fade away. Heart hammering, Katsuki lays down stiffly. Midoriya snuggles up to him, draping a hand over his chest.
He still feels on high alert and tenses each time Midoriya shifts against him. Initially these movements seem deliberate given the way he feels a smile against his chest every time he jolts in response to the suggestive roll of Midoriya's hips.
"Calm down little one," Midoriya says after one such time, a hand pressing into Katsuki's crotch. He laughs when Katsuki chokes on his own saliva. "Sorry Kacchan. I thought that was a sigh of arousal," he teases. "When I'm not able to rely on the usual physical cues it's hard to know for certain and I'm not really used to being with girls..."
Midoriya's words make him feel small and foolish. Hot, silent tears well in his eyes. Katsuki bites his lip to repress the sound of his humiliated whimpers.
Eventually, Midoriya falls asleep. He doesn't actually try to coerce Katsuki into any sexual favours, seemingly satisfied with Katsuki's discomfort at the potential for them to occur. Katsuki lies still, breathes slowly and tries to control his erratic heartbeat. He waits until he's sure that Midoriya is asleep and then waits an hour more just in case. He delicately disentangles himself from Midoriya's grasp. It is a laborious process as he is moving very slowly in the hopes he won't wake the other up. He keeps warily checking to make sure Midoriya is still sleeping. He holds his breath when he lifts his full weight from the bed. The mattress dips as it recalibrates to the lighter weight but thankfully it doesn't wake Midoriya up. Katsuki's smile is all teeth as he creeps out the room. It is only when he's outside the bathroom in the hallway of the boys' dorms that he's able to stop shaking.
Katsuki walks in to find Kirishima bent over a sink, several bottles scattered haphazardly around him. His entry is followed by the sound of Kirishima cursing and a small crash.
At the sound of the door Kirishima begins to turn around, presumably to see who it is, but he is distracted when he catches his hand on the taps in front of him before he can. Kirishima swears again, aborting his mission to find out the new occupant of the room in favour of cradling his bruised wrist.
"It's me," Katsuki states.
"Bakugou!" Kirishima screeches, partially in pain, partially in horror, partially in an attempt to be heard over the thundering of the taps which are now on at full blast. Katsuki rubs the tiredness from his eyes and goes to stand beside Kirishima who is currently holding his left wrist under a stream of cold water. Prior to his entry the other boy seems to have taken over several washbasins, though he is only currently using one. Kirishima turning off the water prompts Katsuki to notice the shards of glass littering the basin. Larger fragments suggest that the glass pieces were once a bowl.
As usual his eyes scan over his surroundings. This habit was by no means new but the reasoning behind it had evolved in line with his experiences. It started from nothing more than childhood curiosity and a desire to achieve physical excellence. With the realisation that his dick was much smaller than other boys his awareness of his surroundings stemmed from his desire to prevent anybody from catching him with his pants down. Both these phases paled in comparison to his current state of trauma induced hypervigilance. It didn't require a professional to conclude that being held hostage by the League of Villains triggered his latest phase. Whether Katsuki was willing to admit how the event had changed him or not, what he couldn't deny was that if his kidnapping had lit the match leading to his hypervigilance, Midoriya's recent behaviour had doused it in gasoline.
Katsuki's eyes are drawn to the bottles on the counter. Reading the label tells him it is a twenty volume developer. The words mean nothing to him.
"What's all this?" Katsuki asks. Spotting another box on the floor he picks it up and examines it. "Wait...you're using red hair dye?"
"Yeah." With a sigh, Kirishima hardens his hands and begins scooping up the glass pieces from the broken bowl in his hands. "I'm retouching my roots so just getting stuff ready first."
Kirishima carries the broken glass over to the bin and drops them in. The pieces make a swishing sound as it makes contact with the bin liner and a clang as it hits the base. "You startled me though, hence the broken glass bowl."
"I didn't know you dyed it."
"Only Mina does."
"What? Why Mina?"
"We went to middle-school together, remember?"
"Right."
Katsuki watches with interest as Kirishima lines up little measuring cups and a miniature set of scales. He weighs out some white bleach powder and measures out 100ml of liquid developer before he mixes the two together in another small bowl. Kirishima smiles as the solution becomes milky pale blue.
"Since when are you a chemist?" Katsuki snarks.
"It's more straightforward than it looks. The measuring does make it look pretty technical, right?" Kirishima chuckles.
Katsuki's chest constricts at Kirishima's good-natured smile. He continues to watch as Kirishima starts applying the solution to his roots with a small brush. It's red. Of course Katsuki thinks. The process is slow and Kirishima seems to be applying the solution more haphazardly as he works further back on his head.
"Tch. Yeah. So why didn't you get your boyfriend to help? You're clearly struggling to do this on your own."
"You mean Tetsu? He's not my boyfriend. Besides I'd feel weird if my hook-up slash gym buddy saw my vulnerable side like this. I only really feel comfortable sharing them with people close to me."
"Your shitty hair is a vulnerability?"
Katsuki tries not to sigh as he watches Kirishima tense before forcing himself to relax.
"…Do you want me to leave?" Katsuki asks, meeting Kirishima's eye in the mirror.
"Of course not. You're one of the most important people in my life. I know I can be vulnerable with you and I'd hope you feel the same way." A pause. "Do you?"
Unable to speak, Katsuki nods. Kirishima grins and starts digging around in his washbag.
"Wanna help?"
"Sure."
"Thanks! It can be hard doing the back of your head alone." Kirishima holds out a small brush with a long vertical handle. "You need to use this brush since it's a chemical solution."
Katsuki takes the brush Kirishima proffered and starts brushing the solution on to the other's roots. Not counting hero training, it has been awhile since Katsuki has been in such close proximity to the object of his affection. The comfortable intimacy they usually shared on a daily basis had all but disappeared following their kiss. They work in silence with only the gurgle of pipes and hum of the bathroom fan in the background. They finish Kirishima's hair and the two stand there for a moment, both unsure of what to say. Katsuki wonders if Kirishima feels as awkward as he does.
"So...thanks. We just need to wait for a bit for it to work. You um...don't need to wait with me if you don't want to though. I mean you must be tired," Kirishima mumbles.
The way Kirishima stumbles over his words and stiffly starts washing the brush and bowl indicates he feels the awkward atmosphere too. They've never been like this with each other before and Katsuki hates it. It is extremely tempting to use the convenient excuse Kirishima gave him and leave so he won't have to experience this uncomfortable interaction any longer.
"You seem to suck so bad at this part, I should probably stay so I can make sure the rest goes OK," Katsuki says without hesitation. His desire to repair their friendship is stronger than any possible discomfort. Besides, returning to Midoriya is hardly a relaxing alternative for Katsuki.
"If you help, you know calling me Shitty Hair is just gonna be an insult to yourself right?" Kirishima says slyly.
Katsuki gapes and suddenly the tension is broken. Katsuki half-heartedly aims a punch in the other boy's direction and then shrieks when Kirishima flicks some water at him in retaliation. He's just going to return the favour when Kirishima warns him that it will mess up the dying process. Katsuki freezes. Then he changes tack and stomps on Kirishima's foot, wincing when he makes contact with something rock-solid and jagged.
"Too slow!" Kirishima chortles.
The entire thing is so ridiculous, Katsuki's only just able to prevent himself from laughing too. He turns away, slightly embarrassed and tries to get his expression under control.
"Ahh don't hold back! I can tell you want to laugh," Kirishima teases.
When Katsuki turns back his eyes widen. "Ummmm… was your Shitty hair supposed to go orange? No offense but I think we made it worse."
Kirishima laughs, loud and full bodied. "Yeah, that's totally fine. It isn't meant to stay this colour. I just needed it to lighten so it picks up the dye easier."
"So now what?"
"Now I'm gonna rinse my hair again and then we can apply the red!"
Kirishima shoves his head in the basin and roughly washes his hair. Droplets of water are spraying everywhere and Katsuki swiftly steps back to avoid getting hit. He watches Kirishima work and only moves when he notices Kirishima has finished and is blindly patting around, eyes screwed shut. Wordlessly he presses the towel into Kirishima's left hand. He listens to Kirishima hum as he dries his hair a bit before he starts preparing for the next stage.
"I miss you, you know," Kirishima murmurs as he works the red dye into his roots. He makes deliberate eye contact with the blonde in the mirror as he finishes speaking.
Katsuki's expression morphs into one of confusion and his gloved hands still in Kirishima's hair. "What are you talking about? We worked out together earlier today."
"Ok so we've been spending time together but it is like you are there but not really."
"What?"
"You've been distant recently. And didn't tell me about how you haven't been doing as well in class recently."
"I don't know why you keep bringing up the test thing. It isn't a big deal."
"Maybe not but that just exemplifies everything!"
Kirishima checks the timer and stands to check his hair in the mirror. The physical distance between them gives Kirishima the confidence to say something that has been bothering him for awhile, "I think of you as my best friend but you don't really open up to me the way you used to."
Guilt stabs Katsuki in the chest. He hates this yawning chasm that has opened up between them and how a Midoriya shaped obstacle prevents him from adequately closing it. Katsuki stands too, wincing as his joints pop. He pulls Kirishima to face him. "Kiri," he says. He feels tongue-tied and he hasn't even started yet.
Kirishima gives him a sad smile. Voice timid he asks, "do you not feel comfortable around me anymore?"
"What? No!" Katsuki exclaims in horror. "Look, I know I'm shit at expressing my feelings or whatever but don't think that means I don't have them or that I don't care about you…'cause I do. And you never drag me down. I may not say it well, basically ever but you...you mean so much to me."
It's awkward and it's clunky and there's a reason why Katsuki dislikes communicating his emotions but if expressing how important Kirishima is to him will get him to stay, then Katsuki can deal with the embarrassment.
"That was so manly," Kirishima professes. "That might be the nicest thing I've ever heard you say to anyone."
Katsuki frowns. It is difficult for him to interpret Kirishima's tone, so he drags his eyes up from the floor to put Kirishima's words in the context of his facial expression. Katsuki's heart stutters when he looks up to find expressive red eyes intently studying him. His eyes lower to see how the corners of Kirishima's lips pull up into a fond smile and Katsuki suddenly feels nervous. He can't stop staring at his mouth and thinking about the sharp teeth hidden between those soft, plush lips.
They've been drifting closer over the course of their conversation. Tension thick in the air and the atmosphere is far too intimate to be platonic. The instant Katsuki comprehends their precarious position, he draws away. His laboured breathing sounds distant in the air as he pulls himself back into his own space.
"We're graduating soon and there's this selfish part of me that wants to keep you in my life forever," Kirishima utters.
Katsuki swallows hard. It devastates him how much they've drifted apart. At one point their continuing friendship post-graduation would never even need to be questioned. In that moment Katsuki vows that he will move heaven and earth to repair the fractures in their relationship. There is no point in him suffering by giving Kirishima space to process his 'rejection' after their kiss or suffering by keeping his distance to protect Kirishima from Midoriya's...whatever, if the end result is him losing one of the most important people in his life.
"I want that too," Katsuki promises.
Kirishima lets out a surprised shout of laughter. "Still? You're serious?"
"Obviously. We've spoken about this. Nothing's changed. Hero partners right?"
Kirishima looks away and bites his lip. He runs a hand through his hair, residual dye seemingly forgotten.
"Right?" Katsuki repeats more aggressively.
"If I'm not holding you back, then yes absolutely."
"Tch. I told you, you aren't!"
Suddenly music starts blasting from Kirishima's phone. The screen flashes, showing that the thirty minute timer has finished. The ridiculously upbeat track, most likely the theme tune to that anime Kirishima and Kaminari are currently watching, grates at Katsuki's nerves. Even after the alarm is turned off Katsuki continues to scowl. He can feel his irritation grow as Kirishima calmly goes to rinse the dye out of his hair. When he's finished, instead of using a towel like a normal person Kirishima just shakes his head like a dog. He sighs and yet he still doesn't respond to Katsuki. Katsuki tampers down the urge to scream at the other, well aware that getting angry will only do more harm than good. All at once, Kirishima closes the distance between them again. For an instant Katsuki thinks that Kirishima is really going to kiss him. Instead Kirishima pulls him into a hug.
"Let's not fight about this again," Kirishima murmured into Katsuki's skin. "It doesn't really matter where we end up," he lifted a hand and carefully threaded his fingers through Katsuki's hair. "I just want to be part of your life again."
Droplets of water seep into Katsuki's clothes as he presses his nose into the juncture of Kirishima's neck. Katsuki so badly wants his best friend back in his life too. He tells him so.
"Me too. Things just aren't right when I'm not around you."
The muscled arms encircling Katsuki hug him tighter.
Katsuki wished he could remain safe in Kirishima's warmth forever.
It's brutal the way Midoriya's hips are slamming up into him. He's not stretched enough and it's too dry. The fast drag of Izuku's cock is tearing up his insides. Katsuki is certain he can feel each individual rivulet of blood as it flows down, coating his insides.
Midoriya pulls back, determined to consume the sight of Katsuki shattering underneath him. His pupils dilate to form hungry black pools as he observes the angry tears streaming freely down Katsuki's cheeks. He watches as Katsuki's thighs shake and strain in his efforts to not buck upwards.
"Tell me it hurts," Midoriya tells him.
"It hurts," Katsuki moans, honest and raw. There are tears falling from his eyes. His gasps are those of agony and yet – and yet his fucking traitorous dick is still hard.
"Fuck-! It hurts, it hurts, it fuckin' hurts — it — ah —"
Arousal swirls low in Midoriya's stomach when he sees how Katsuki splinters underneath him, shattering like brittle glass. Katsuki's back bows when he comes, his fingers raking down Midoriya's shoulders, his throat choking on sobs and moans. Midoriya continues to fuck into him, past the point of pleasure, until the oversensitivity has him whimpering in dismay. "Stop, stop – fuck, please stop, I can't – I ".
Izuku ignores him, furiously fucking him as hard as he possibly can, selfishly chasing his own pleasure. He's so close but he needs something else, something more to push himself over the edge. His mind conjures up an image of Kirishima walking in on them. He imagines how anguish would twist Kirishima's handsome features into something ugly. Satisfaction blooms in Midoriya's stomach as he imagines how Kirishima would probably scream and cry as he watched Midoriya brutally forcing his cock into a mortified Kacchan.
These thoughts make Midoriya come so incredibly hard.
Midoriya stares down to where a trembling Katsuki has curled in on himself. Midoriya leans down and drags the flat of his tongue over the tear-tracks on Katsuki's face.
"Did you enjoy that?" Midoriya asks casually, garnering a whimper but no response.
"Kacchan, you know I don't like it when I have to repeat myself."
Katsuki can barely force out a yes through his choked off sobs but thankfully it is enough to satisfy Midoriya. His ass is burning and he worries that Izuku might have actually caused internal damage. He decides then and there that he would rather bleed out than get help from Recovery Girl if that's the case. Curling into himself he turns onto his side to face the wall. He swallows hard to prevent more tears from escaping. Distantly, Katsuki becomes aware of a hand rubbing gentle circles on his back and the tension bleeds from his body and his breathing evens out until –
"Maybe you need some more incentive to keep being good. I wonder if Kirishima being here would give that to you?"
"N-no…you, you don't need to…I-I'll be good, I promise." Even to his own ears, his voice sounds wet and terrified.
"You keep talking to him."
"I'm sorry," Katsuki whimpered. "Fuck, I'm sorry. Please, I'll stop"
"Hey, hey now. Friendship is important. I'd never get in the way of you making friends, Kacchan."
Confused Katsuki whimpers again. He just doesn't know what Midoriya wants.
"But…I don't think you just want to be friends with him, do you?"
"Please. I-I don't – we're friends."
"I know and I think that's so great Kacchan." Midoriya reaches down and gently strokes Katsuki's upper thighs. "I know you like each other too but I was always under the impression you'd have enough self-preservation to not, well..." Midoriya allows his voice to trail off as he deliberately brushes his hand over Katsuki's crotch. The tips of Midoriya's fingers are ghost-like, barely putting any pressure on his dick but Katsuki still hisses in discomfort.
"We're friends," he repeats. "Please I-Izuku."
"Izuku hmmm?" Midoriya raises his eyebrows at the use of his name. "And after you fought so hard against using 'Midoriya' too. Last I recall, you didn't want any of your friends to hear you say it."
"We're just friends," Katsuki whispers.
"Well if you're sure. It doesn't matter if you are more than friends though…I need to get better at sharing anyway. I guess I could start with sending him these…" Midoriya pauses in seeming thought. Locating his phone in the tangle of bedsheets, he holds it out to Katsuki. Heart pounding, Katsuki pushes himself into a sitting position, leans over to look –
There's a photo of him on the screen, naked and flushed white viscous liquid trickling out from his hole and coating the inside of his thighs.
"You look great, Kacchan, but this one is probably my favourite…"
Midoriya swipes his thumb and the photo changes to a video. Katsuki lies trembling on his back with a green blindfold over his eyes. His flushed dick appears even smaller compared to the expanse of his muscles. The camera zooms in to highlight his tiny cock before quickly zooming back into Katsuki's face, removing all doubt about who it belongs to. Katsuki finds himself unable to stop shivering. He doesn't think he can feel any worse until Midoriya ups the volume he can hear his pathetic incoherent begging coming through the tinny speakers.
Katsuki swallows hard, "No – I don't want him to know...I don't want him." A truth and a lie.
Midoriya studies him. "Okay Kacchan." Katsuki relaxes minutely. "I guess I won't need to practice my ability to share just yet then. You'll let me know if I need to though, right? Being able to share is a good trait in a hero you know."
"You won't need to," Katsuki promises.
"I really hope not Kacchan."
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Author's Notes:
Big thank you to Always Alone 324 for leaving me a comment! They seriously make my day! I hope you enjoyed the latest chapter!
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Also to those who like tooth-rotting fluff, I have recently published a short Jirou/Momo story on here that you can check out too. :)