Katsuki ignored the surprised looks from the few of his classmates who were puttering around the common room when he and Deku strolled in. It would be easy for anyone to tell that they had switched back but he didn't have time to entertain whatever dumb fucking questions they had. He knew Deku. He knew that the only reason the dumb idiot was so fucking coherent this whole time was because he'd passed him his body back pumped full of adrenaline and testosterone that was geared towards 'fight' rather than 'flight'. Once that passed he'd be a stuttering fucking mess and Katsuki didn't feel like dealing with that. He was probably already too late, seeing how he reacted to the suggestion of going to Katsuki's room. But the chance that he wasn't was a non-zero one so he stomped forward at a pace that dragged Deku along behind him, even as hesitant voices started to raise questions.
"Ah, um, I'll tell you guys later!" Deku called nervously as he followed Katsuki into the stairwell. "Geez," he sighed once they were out of earshot, "we should start figuring out what we want to tell everyone."
"What d'you mean?" Katsuki asked, taking the steps in twos.
"I just figure you don't really want people to know the actual reason you finally decided to switch back. We should think of something realistic for why you wouldn't be able to wait another two weeks."
"I could've waited." Katsuki barked, ripping open the door to his floor.
"Well, Kacchan, I mean, you didn't, so we at least need to figure out what we want to say to Aizawa-sensei." Deku took a few hurried steps to fall into pace beside Katsuki. He looked to him with shining but tired eyes and Katsuki remembered that he hadn't slept more than three hours at a time since he'd started ignoring Deku.
"Whatever. We'll figure it out." Katsuki started pressing in the code on his door. "Let's just get in before-"
"Oh, hey! Is that the thing Mei made for you?" Kirishima came walking down the hallway from the stairwell. "How'd it go? I know you were super exci- wait, holy shit, you guys touched tips?!"
"I swear to fuck, stop calling it that, Shitty Hair."
Kirishima's smile grew. "You guys totally touched tips! Holy crap, wait, but then…" Kirishima glanced back and forth from Katsuki to Deku, eyes lingering on hands that were just barely touching. "Holy crap you guys made up, didn't you?"
Katsuki furiously rubbed his face with his hands, pressing hard enough to just keep the skin on his face.
"Kirishima, shut the fuck up."
Kirishima crossed his hands over his chest, face filled with pride. "Dude, c'mon, let me be happy for you guys for a second. I'm the one who had to deal with you two being weird about each other. I'm so pumped for you two."
"S-sorry for asking you about stuff before, Kirishima," Deku spoke softly, rubbing the back of his head. "I… uh, I get why you didn't tell me."
'Didn't tell him what?" Katsuki thought bitterly.
"Midoriya, don't sweat it and also please stop talking. It seems like I didn't have to say anything though, huh?" Kirishima gave a huge, supportive grin that only faltered when he was engulfed in a hug from Deku.
"Thank you," Deku said sleepily over a broad shoulder.
"Dekudekudeku," Kirishima bleated, gently pulling thick, scarred arms from his body, "I love you too but please stop touching me in front of him."
"So he can fucking touch you when I'm not around?" Katsuki asked.
He knew that that wasn't what the panicking red-head had meant. He knew that he was doing exactly what Kirishima was annoyingly trying to prevent. He also knew that Kirishima being all buddy-buddy with Deku had been pissing him off for two months and he now had legitimate reason to knock him off another building if he stepped over the line that Katsuki had arbitrarily drawn and redrawn many times.
Katsuki took a threatening step towards his friend when warm, squat fingers wrapped around his wrist.
"Kacchan," Deku pleaded softly.
Katsuki looked into forested eyes and took a deep breath, annoyed at how quickly those eyes could calm him.
"Whatever," he grumbled, retyping his code into the door. "Don't fucking tell anyone, dude." He pushed open the door to his dorm and passed it to Deku as he walked in.
"No problem, man, but one of you has to tell me everything that happened, alright?"
"We don't have to tell you shit." Katsuki pulled Deku into his room and slammed the door behind them. "Why is everyone so goddamn nosy?" he muttered, tearing off black gloves and the tubes that extended from them. He pulled off his shirt and popped the nodes off of his shoulder blades and soles and pulled the gear up through his shorts, throwing it onto his bed. When he looked back to Deku he saw that the fluffy-headed idiot was standing still against his door, face red and tense, looking to the ground.
"Don't fucking break on me, Deku," Katsuki said, snapping his fingers in front of big eyes. "It's a room. You've been in my room before. Chill the fuck out."
"Y-yeah, but that was when we were little, Kacchan, and we hadn't just… um…" Broad hands reached up to cover a blushing, red face when Deku failed to continue his thought.
Katsuki sighed through his nose. "Just relax. I gotta go shower. Go the fuck to sleep."
"Wha- sleep?"
"I know you're fucking beat. Sleep here. We'll talk about what to tell Aizawa when you get up."
"T-then, I'll just go to my room."
"Stay. All your shit's still in here anyway. And I don't feel like having to find you later. So move out of the way. I'm gonna go wash off all the fuckin' dirt you slammed me into." He grabbed the drawstring bag he kept a towel, shampoo, and change of clothes in and gestured to the bed, trying to get Deku to do what he wanted without scaring him into putting his guard up even more. "Sleep."
Deku tugged at his ear, tilting his head and elongating the right side of his neck. He was still in his uniform, worn the way Katsuki always wore his own, tieless with the top few buttons undone so that his pale collarbone just barely peeked out from under the wrinkled, white button-down. The sight of the smooth, convex curve of the delicate bone was gripping and Katsuki wondered how he'd lived with that curve within his reach for two months without ever noticing it. There was something about Deku's soft movements and gestures that made it easy to drag your eyes across him. Katsuki swallowed.
"Seriously, Deku. Out of the way."
"Y-yeah, uh… yeah." Deku shuffled out from in front of the door, giving Katsuki room to pass.
Katsuki nodded to his dresser. "All your clothes are in there. I'll be quick but don't wait up."
"G-gotcha."
Katsuki opened the door and slammed it behind him, leaving Deku to hopefully take a breath and realize that none of what was happening had to be a big fucking deal. Feelings of panic and shame had dominated Katsuki's past week or so and they'd only subsided when he finally broke and went to meet up with Deku. Once he was there in front of him, being his normal, nerdy, idiotic self, all of those negative feelings pooled out of him and sunk into the dirt. Katsuki just had to do what he always did—what he wanted. Nothing else fucking mattered. It didn't matter that they were guys or that they'd known each other for as long as he could remember or that Katsuki had hated him for most of that time. The moment he started thinking about the past, dark feelings of shame and regret surged forth. He just wanted to start over and forget about anything or anyone that would shine a negative light on whatever fucking relationship he and Deku were going to have going forward. He wanted to take a boiling hot shower and then sneak into bed with a sleeping nerd and wake up three days later, refreshed.
The thought of sleep made him realize how tired he was and throughout his shower and back to his room all he could think about was having a fluffy green head under his chin while he slept. He carefully opened his door when he reached it and walked quietly into his dark room, the last rays of daylight blocked by his curtains. Gently, he placed his bag on the floor and looked down at Deku, already deeply asleep.
Katsuki picked up a wayward green curl and turned it over between his fingers, the deep color still visible in the low light. He pulled it gently and let go, watching it bounce back to its original spot. The green hair flowed through his fingers when he ran his hand through it, garnering a soft murmur from Deku.
"Move over," Katsuki said.
Deku mumbled an incomprehensible response and scooted himself towards the wall, curling up but never opening his eyes even as Katsuki lifted the covers and settled in behind him. Looking down Deku's back, he absorbed the sight of a white t-shirt flush against hardened, warm muscles that had been built in a year, rhythmically surging with calm, deep breaths. Katsuki pressed his forehead to the back of Deku's pale neck and breathed in the smell of sweat and crisp linens. Pushing away thoughts of a breathy voice moaning his name, he closed his eyes and tried to succumb to sleep.
Izuku's eyebrow twitched at the fluttering across his temple. There was some sort of movement, gentle and barely there, that fuzzed his skin and pulled a grumble from his chest. He swatted at the feeling and hit something. The feeling stopped so he tried to fall back into dark sleep but a sharp pull on his ear jolted him awake. Green eyes shot open and he slapped a hand to his ear, ending up clasping over warm fingers.
Kacchan was lying across from him, angular, masculine features accentuated by the bright sunlight streaming through the curtains. It was unfair how handsome he was even with a permanent scowl. His hair was sticking out more wildly than normal, a sign of how long they'd both slept. Izuku had passed out right after hitting the mattress the previous night and didn't remember the other boy crawling into bed with him. Now that he was coherent, he pulled the sheets over his head, trying to hide from an unyielding, red stare.
"G'morning," he spoke from under his cover.
"It's afternoon." Kacchan yanked the sheets down from over Izuku. "You slept like a rock." He poked the middle of Izuku's chest and then curled the back of his hand against it.
"Y-yeah," Izuku stammered, eyes trapped on the long fingers that rested gently against him. He continued sleepily, "I wonder if body switching takes an extra toll on me or something. I was also the last to wake up... last… time," his words faded as Kacchan's hand moved calmly to the side of his head and started lazily stroking his hair, bringing back the fuzzy feeling that woke him up in the first place.
"You should use a fucking brush sometime," Kacchan mumbled absently, pulling loose a knot.
"I-I guess," he said, flinching at his hair being pulled.
Izuku stared in awe as Kacchan continued to aimlessly pet the side of his head. The idea that this person who had always held such volatile and negative emotions towards him had come to actually like him in any capacity was still sinking in and the vision of him in his pajamas, sleepily and contentedly playing with his hair was something that defied his previous conceptions of reality. The tingling feeling spread from the roots of his hair to his stomach where it swelled into a ball of nervous, excited energy. He scanned Kacchan's face: slightly wrinkled brow over tired eyes, nostrils gently flaring with his breaths, lips parted; relaxed. Just yesterday he'd felt those lips on his own and he wanted to feel that again. Fingernails began to scratch at the base of his scalp and Izuku sighed, closing his eyes and leaning his head forward, inviting the fingers to expand their territory. They travelled further up his head, inching along with each scratch until Izuku let out a low, satisfied grumble. The fingers paused at the sound, thinking, before Kacchan's hand flattened and slowly, purposefully slid downward, leaving a warm trail down Izuku's neck and spine until it nested in the curve of his back.
Izuku raised his head to meet narrowed eyes that had lost their calmness from moments ago, a silent battle raging behind them that Izuku wanted to be a part of. Adrenaline started pumping through his chest as he made his decision and acted on it, leaning forward and parting Kacchan's lips with his own. Hot hands grabbed the sides of Izuku's face eagerly, thumbs gliding across his cheekbones before the hands wrapped around him to cradle his head and hip, gripping him tightly, painfully. Izuku pushed forward, rolling over top of his partner who pulled him tighter, pressing their bodies flush together. What Izuku could only assume was primal instinct moved his hips down and forward, eliciting a strained grunt from Kacchan. The deep noise pierced Izuku's chest and tore him in two: a part that desperately wanted to continue and pull more rabid noises out of the pulsing body beneath him and a part that knew why he shouldn't.
So when a needy hand started to creep beneath his waistband he grabbed it and parted from the kiss.
"Kacchan, wait," he breathed.
"What? You okay?"
The genuine question warmed Izuku's heart and curled the corners of his lips into a smile.
"I'm fine… I'm incredible. But um… uh… so here's the thing."
"Spit it out, Deku."
Izuku sighed and rolled off of Kacchan, flopping onto his side. "Kirishima… heard you. At least, that's what I assume he heard. He didn't tell me anything so don't be mad at him. It just makes me uncomfortable to think that we can be heard."
Izuku shrunk in the face of anger and confusion.
"What did he hear?" Kacchan snarled, bearing his teeth and sitting up so that he could look down at Izuku.
Izuku swallowed. "I-I don't know… for sure. I just asked him if he knew why you were ignoring me and he got weirdly embarrassed and wouldn't tell me but said he heard something through the walls and then when I asked Jirou and Shouji about it they were also weird and from what you described it sounds like just maybe you were being a little loud when you, um, y'know, so I came to the conclusion that he probably heard you and that's why he thought you'd kill him if I told you so please don't kill him or anyone else, Kacchan, please, hey, hey," Izuku repeated softly, ending his rambling and taking hold of firm shoulders shaking with rage. "Breathe, Kacchan. C'mon, look at me. Hit me if you want. You know you love that. So c'mon, just calm do-"
A bare foot slammed into the wall next to the bed, crumbling the plaster at the impact.
"KIRISHIMA! I KNOW YOU CAN FUCKING HEAR ME, YOU SICK FUCK."
A grumbled voice came muffled through the wall. "Dude, I'm trying to sleep."
"IT'S FUCKING TWO PM. GET THE FUCK UP SO I CAN BASH YOUR HEAD IN."
"It's Saturday, dude. Give me another two hours. Also, Deku, I'll never forgive you for telling him."
"S-sorry, Kirishima," Izuku called to the wall. He looked up to Kacchan, still huffing angry, bull-like breaths through his nose. Again, Izuku was struck with how grateful he was in that moment to be seeing a side of his friend that he never thought he would. Of course, Kacchan being angry was something that anyone who knew him was used to, but getting to see him in the moments after waking, barefoot and wearing Izuku's pajama bottoms and a loose shirt, hair still flat on the side he slept on, gave a strange sense of domestic vulnerability that sent warm tingles down Izuku's spine. As he laid there, admiring the explosive boy standing above him, the conversation from across the wall suddenly sunk in and he recoiled.
"Wait, what time is it?" he asked.
"Two. I told you, you slept like the fucking dead," Kacchan growled, still glaring at the wall.
"Crap, I gotta go," Izuku spoke quickly as he jumped out of bed and began rummaging through Kacchan's dresser for a pair of jeans.
"Go where? It's Saturday."
"I'm supposed to see a movie with Uraraka at three," he explained, dropping his pajama pants and pulling up his jeans with a hop. He buttoned them quickly and grabbed his phone off of the dresser. "Ugh, god, I'm the worst. We were supposed to meet in the common room at 1:45."
"Wait, what?" Kacchan asked, a mixture of anger and disbelief on his face.
"Sorry, Kacchan, I totally blanked. Um, I'll text you when I'm back and we can figure out the Aizawa stuff." Izuku reached for the door handle but was halted by fingers around his wrist. "Kacchan?"
"You have a date? With Round Face? Now?" With each emphasized word Kacchan's deep voice grew more and more guttural.
"Wha- date? Nonono, Kacchan, we're just going to see that documentary on Hero Mirko. As friends. It was a promise, I don't wanna blow her off."
"She likes you, you fucking idiot!" Kacchan yelled angrily, squeezing Izuku's wrist harder.
"Uraraka?" Izuku asked, flustered. "No way, Kacchan. I told you guys, we're just friends. I-I really have to go, Kacchan." Izuku tried to pull his hand away but the grip around his wrist only tightened more.
"You do realize how fucking desperate someone has to be to go see a fucking hero documentary with you, right? No one in their right fucking mind would subject themselves to your dumb fucking babbling."
Izuku's chest tightened and he ripped his hand from Kacchan's grip, massaging his wrist that was sure to bruise. "Maybe we're friends because we actually like similar things and enjoy talking to each other, Kacchan. Whatever. We're just friends. I mean it. I'm… I'm gonna go now." Izuku opened the door and walked out. "I'll text you," he added before closing the door behind him.
He ran down the hallway and down the steps, gently massaging his wrist and wishing he could do the same to the tangle of hurt and anxiety in his chest. It had always been difficult for Izuku to brush off Kacchan's words and not let them sink their barbs into his heart, but their sting burned hotter after spending a morning contemplating how lucky he was that the volatile boy liked him. Just because Kacchan wanted to kiss him or touch him didn't mean he had the same affection for his personality. Izuku's eyes started to sting and he blinked away tears as he made it to the first floor.
Izuku forced a smile. "Sorry I'm late! Some stuff happened," he called to Uraraka, who was sitting on one of the couches in the common room. She looked up from her phone and nearly dropped it when she saw Izuku.
"You're you!" She yelled, a surprised smile pushing up her red cheeks.
"Oh, uh, yeah. Kacchan uh…" he paused, looking around to the other students in the room and back to Uraraka, wearing a simple, pastel pink sundress that accentuated her femininity. "He finally got sick of everything, I guess," Izuku said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.
Uraraka stood from her seat and walked to him, smiling with consoling eyes. "Well, hey. Forget him. I'm really glad I get to have you in totality for once." She slipped her arm around Izuku's and started walking them out of the dorms. "How's it feel to be back?" she asked.
Izuku looked from his arm, flush against Uraraka's side, to the round eyes looking up to him. 'She likes you, you fucking idiot!' "Um… uh…" his dry tongue had trouble moving in his mouth. "It's… weird. I've never felt so grateful to be able to look down without getting turned on." It was a truthful attempt to drive home his orientation and current feelings to the girl clutching his arm, just in case it was needed.
Uraraka laughed. "God, you have it rough. I can't think of a more difficult person to be in love with. Do you ever think about how much more simple things would be if you weren't?"
Discomfort buzzed in Izuku's chest. One of the reasons why he had felt so comfortable talking to her about his feelings for the past two plus months was because she never once tried to push him away from them. She had always been nothing but supportive.
"I guess," he replied. "It would be a lot more simple if I fell for a girl or even just a guy that didn't want to set me on fire. But I didn't. And I wouldn't. I think he's the one for me, unfortunately."
Izuku scanned Uraraka's face for any clue to what she was thinking but got nothing when she only smiled brightly up to him.
"I can't get over how sweet you are with him. Sometimes I feel like I'd give anything to have someone love me like that."
"Someone will. You're awesome, Uraraka. The right person just hasn't come along yet."
Uraraka hummed in thought. "Maybe," she chirped, picking up the pace and pulling Izuku along with her.
They walked away from the dorms and into town, chatting the whole way about Kacchan, then school, then what they hoped the Mirko documentary would cover, Izuku's attention never fully pulling away from the arm wrapped around his own. They arrived at the cinema, Izuku bought their tickets and snacks, and then they settled into the nearly empty theater. It was dark and cool and as the previews rolled Uraraka began rubbing her bare arms, trying to warm herself up. Izuku wondered if she was actually cold. He wondered if she was hoping he'd put his arm around her. He thought about Kacchan being in her seat instead, an angry, bored expression plastered on his face that would soften slightly when Izuku tapped his shoulder with a box of candy in offering. If Izuku was cold, would Kacchan put his arm around him? Would he let him lay his head on his shoulder and nuzzle into his neck and fall asleep instead of watching the movie? Twenty-four hours ago Izuku would've said he'd sooner explode him than let a non-violent touch pass between them. Then this morning he'd woken to those explosive fingers gingerly stroking his hair.
Izuku snapped out of his thoughts when Uraraka whispered, "Why's it so cold in here?"
"I don't know… uh, sorry, I didn't bring a jacket or anything." He watched her continue to hug herself for warmth.
"Shoot, I shouldn't have worn this dress." She continued watching the screen and Izuku watched her. She shuffled slightly in her seat as if trying to get comfortable but wound up close enough to Izuku that when she leaned slightly to her right their shoulders touched. She paused for a moment, as if testing the waters, seeing if Izuku would pull away, before laying her head down on his shoulder.
Izkuku bit his lip. "Uraraka," he sighed.
"... Am I being obvious?" she asked without looking to him.
"... A little," Izuku admitted.
She pulled her head up and pushed her hair behind her ear. "Sorry."
"It's okay… I'm sorry I was an idiot this whole time."
She glanced to him and bumped him with her shoulder. "Good." She gave a sly smile that lasted for a few moments before fading. She sighed heavily, slumping back in her seat. "I knew that things weren't going well with Bakugou, but I figured that wouldn't last. I thought I'd do my best today and give it a shot. Y'know, 'Plus Ultra' and all that," she said, pumping a half-hearted fist in the air. "Then you said you switched back 'cause Bakugou was sick of everything and, I don't know, I guess I got too excited. Ugh, god, I'm an awful friend."
Izuku lightly bumped her shoulder back. "You're not. I know what being 'obsessed' can do," he said playfully.
"Oh, no. Don't you put me in the same boat as you. Listen, you're adorable, but if you ever told me that I'd be nothing without my quirk I'd float you to the damn moon."
Izuku chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind." He looked at Uraraka's pouting face, rounder than ever. "I… I confessed. To Kacchan."
"What?" She whipped her head around and grabbed Izuku's wrist. "What? Why didn't you tell me? What happened? How… how are you not dead?"
"Um… I lied when I said he was sick of everything. We haven't talked about what we want to tell everyone yet… He asked to switch back and then he kissed me."
"What?!" She screamed, causing the other half a dozen heads in the theater to turn to them. She slapped her hand over her mouth and then curled her fingers to funnel her words. "Like… not to switch back but just to kiss you?" she whispered.
Izuku couldn't contain his smile. "Yeah. Then he, uh… made his feelings clear to me and so I just sort of let everything out… I stayed in his room last night."
"Izuku!" She shrieked out a whisper that, accompanied with the use of his first name, reminded him of how his mother might react to the same statement. "How far did you two go?"
"Um… uh," Izuku shrunk down into his seat. He'd spoken to Uraraka before about things he wanted to do but none of that had ever had memories of searing touches and hungry eyes to accompany them, "we just sort of… kissed and touched each other a little. I was weirdly exhausted last night so he let me sleep and then this morning, or I guess, earlier this afternoon, I got scared that we would be heard and then I realized that I had slept past the time we were supposed to meet so I kinda left in a hurry."
Uraraka looked at him, dumbfounded. "The guy of your nightmares ends up magically returning your feelings and welcoming you into his bed and then you ditch him to go on a date with me?"
"I didn't know it was a date! I wasn't just going to blow you off."
"You should have! Yeah, I'd be pissed at first but I would've understood! It's frickin' Bakugou. And now he's back in his body, Deku. He's a constipated atomic bomb. And I know he knows I like you, that dumb jerk. How did he let you leave? How did he not kill you?"
"I… I think he might actually like me," Izuku mused, unsure.
Uraraka rolled her eyes. "Listen, Deku. I mean it, listen to me because I do actually want you to be happy." She grabbed his fingers and locked their eyes together in the dark theater. "I don't particularly like Bakugou, but even I know he wouldn't do the things you said he did if he didn't love you probably more than you love him. He needed to have built up enough positive feelings for you that they overwhelmed or overwrote his negative ones so much that he just couldn't help himself, right? 'Cause there's no way he would've admitted to you or even himself that he likes you otherwise. Just trust me on this, Deku. I'm not saying he doesn't still hate you, but he definitely loves you more."
Izuku pulled his hand away from hers so he could wipe the tears from his cheeks. "Thank you… for saying that."
Uraraka smiled softly. "No problem. And… I still want to be friends, if you're okay with that. I like hanging out with you. Plus I'll never forgive myself if I miss out on all the juicy Bakugou stories you're gonna have."
Izuku laughed a little too loud and was shushed by someone a few rows behind them. He brought his voice back down to a whisper. "I'd really love that. But if it ever gets too hard or weird or whatever just let me know… Hey," he added after thinking, "did you only say you wanted to see this 'cause you knew I'd want to?"
"Well, duh, Deku," she spoke, grabbing a handful of popcorn. "It's not exactly the most romantic thing to go see. And, I mean, I like Mirko and all but, three hours?! I was planning on you being so into it that you wouldn't notice if I fell asleep."
"... do you still want to watch it with me?"
"Again, duh. Movie theater naps are the best and you bought the snacks. The only way this could be better would be if your shoulder wasn't so hard," she said as she plopped her head back down onto Izuku.
"Um, uh…" Izuku stammered.
"Just give me this, okay? Just for today," she murmured quietly as the screen went black and the intro to the documentary began to play.
"Okay," he conceded, nudging her head with his own.
The film played and Izuku was soon entranced, only pulling his attention away from the screen when Uraraka started to softly snore by his ear, wearing a dreamy smile. The movie was over in a flash filled with intense battles and heartfelt moments that left Izuku in tears. Uraraka sleepily consoled him as they left the theater and they spent their walk back to the dorms talking about all of Izuku's favorite parts. He dropped her off at her dorm room with a parting hug and the promise that they'd meet up soon to talk about how things went with Kacchan.
Izuku turned from her door, took a deep breath and rounded the hallway until he was in front of Kacchan's door. He knocked gently.
"What the fuck do you want?" came a muffled growl.
"It's me."
A dense silence flooded the air before the door clicked open. Izuku pushed it forward and entered the room, watching Kacchan's back as it headed towards the desk on the far side of his room. He sat down and started reading the open textbook on his desk, highlighter in hand.
"Um… you were right. About Uraraka," Izuku said, leaning his back against the closed door.
"Yeah, no shit." Kacchan didn't look up from his work.
"I'm sorry… it just never even crossed my mind since she's been so supportive of me liking you."
The hand that had been smoothly highlighting a row of text froze in place. "She knew?"
"That's what we were always talking about. At least, mostly."
"... why didn't you fucking tell me that?"
Izuku sighed. "It's kind of embarrassing, y'know?"
Kacchan leaned his head on his hand and finally looked to green eyes. "Why? What exactly did you guys talk about?" he asked purposefully, red gaze challenging Izuku to match him.
"I told her all the things I told you yesterday… plus how excruciating it was to be in your body with those feelings."
A smile flickered on Kacchan's lips. The boy turned in his seat so he was facing Izuku and lifted his foot so that his heel rested on the edge of the chair, knee rising to his chest. His loose basketball shorts fell and draped along the line where his leg met his hip, revealing the bare skin of his inner thigh, pale from lack of sun. Fine blonde hairs thickened before hiding under the cloth that Izuku wanted to pull aside to follow the hair's path.
"What was so hard about it?"
Izuku's eyes flickered along Kacchan's lap before glancing up to meet his confident stare.
"Um, uh… I-I had so many things… that I wanted to do… to you. But I didn't want… to open that door. I made it my own rule… not to touch your body at all in that kind of way but I… I really wanted to."
Kacchan slid his grounded leg to the side, opening up his hips. "What did you want to do?"
Izuku's stomach swelled with anxiety and lust. "Can I show you?" He was unsure of what words he was even saying
Kacchan stared him down before standing from his chair and walking to him, stopping inches before him. "Do your worst."
Kacchan's large, wild pupils sucked Izuku in and the green-haired boy stepped forward and wrapped his arms around broad sides. He buried his face against a strong shoulder and sharp collarbone, breathing in a campfire. Tense back muscles twitched when he gently laid his hands on them, pressing the body in his arms closer to his. Izuku held the hug, relishing every moment that he wasn't pushed away and pressed his face deeper into Kacchan's shoulder when long arms wrapped around him and a warm, lazy hand stroked his back.
"I love you," Izuku mumbled into his shoulder.
"Mm," Kacchan hummed, gliding his hand up Izuku's back and into his hair.
They stayed like that for a while, holding each other while Izuku breathed him in, trying to muster up the courage to do what he wanted. Fingernails dug into the base of his scalp, scratching lovingly and sending a shiver down Izuku's spine. His breath hitched in his throat. He raised his head and kissed Kacchan briefly.
"Sit down on the bed," Izuku breathed.
The corner of Kacchan's mouth turned up in a satisfied smirk. "You got it." He kissed Izuku hungrily, biting his bottom lip and pulling it painfully before walking to the bed and sitting on the edge. He stared intensely at Izuku.
Sitting on the edge of the mattress like that, making it sink down with the weight of a body made nearly entirely of muscle, looking like he was out to kill to anyone else but expectant and hungry if you knew what you were looking for, Kacchan was the most beautiful thing that Izuku had ever seen. Waiting. Waiting for him. Waiting for him to take control. It was scary and chilling and exhilarating and made his face tingle with heat and uncertainty.
Stuck in his thoughts, Izuku wound up standing still in front of Kacchan, biting his lip, all of his executive functioning lost to the idea that he would do something wrong, something that his partner- perfect and brutish and sexy and perfect- wouldn't like. He swallowed and then almost gasped when Kacchan dragged his fingers lightly down his palm, sending a shiver up his arm.
"Izuku. I meant it. You can do what you want… The hug was nice. We can do that. I just… want you."
Izuku could see how hard Kacchan was trying: to say the words, to say his name, to not look away while he did, to keep Izuku from tightening up and shutting down completely. Whatever was going to happen, they both wanted to keep taking steps toward each other. Izuku decided it was probably time he stopped tripping over every one.
"I'm gonna sit behind you," he said because he felt like he should say something and because he thought that Kacchan might instinctually turn to a position where they faced each other because everything about Kacchan was straightforward and raw and Izuku needed at least one baby step before being faced with that by his own volition and without grogginess clouding his mind.
He crawled onto the bed, feeling big and awkward, and put his legs on either side of Kacchan's, careful to keep a few inches between his zipper and the warm body in front of him. Izuku placed his hands on top of Kacchan's thighs as if they were his own. He pressed his eyes into Kacchan's neck so that the world turned black, focusing his senses on the smell of smoke, the feel of cool fabric on firm muscles, and the sound of their breathing in the otherwise quiet room. Kacchan's breaths deepened as Izuku dragged his hands further up his thighs and those breaths eviscerated any conscious thought that Izuku might have. The pressure of his fingers brought the shorts up with them so he could place his hands back down on feverish, bare skin, fuzzy with hair. Fingertips pressed into his flesh and Izuku dragged them up again, catching Kacchan's shorts and snagging them further back, exposing the sides of his glutes. He pressed firm circles into the revealed skin with his thumbs while he lifted his head, trailing his nose up Kacchan's warm neck. He opened his mouth and grazed the skin with his teeth, satisfaction thumping in his chest when Kacchan tilted his head to the side, exposing more of his neck to Izuku. He pressed his forehead and nose to it, nuzzling Kacchan instinctually and traveling his hands up and into a loose T-shirt.
His fingers moved slowly over Kacchan's defined, tense abdomen, carefully outlining every curve, pressing down the firm ridges that got more and more rigid the closer Izuku's fingers got to his waistband. He made circles around each node, up and up until he reached his chest, the muscles twitching unsteadily under his fingers as he kept gently tracing them, entranced. He could teach an anatomy class off of Kacchan's body. He slowly pinched each muscle in every group as he went down the list: pectoralis major, latissimus dorsi, external obliques, rectus abdominis, with the whole abdomen tucked in perfectly by a well-formed transverse abdominis. A whisper came into his ear as he went to feel them all again in reverse order.
"Deku," Kacchan warned with a stunted breath.
"Sorry," Izuku murmured against his neck, bringing one hand around to hug Kacchan's hip and the other up to his shoulder. He pulled himself closer to Kacchan, pressing his erection against him.
"Fuck, Deku," Kacchan breathed.
"Sorry."
"Don't be fucking sorry, just… fuck." He laid his arms on the outsides of Izuku's legs, curled his hands underneath them and squeezed before pulling him sharply forward.
Izuku gasped as he was slammed against him. "K-Kacchan!"
"Hurry up, it fucking hurts," he panted.
Izuku wrinkled his brow in confusion until he realized that Kacchan was back in the body that was essentially blue-balled for two months.
"Crap, did you not… while I was gone?"
"I wanted to wait. Now hurry the fuck up or I'll do it myself."
"Gotcha, sorry."
Izuku's hand slid from Kacchan's hip and across his hardened abdomen, pausing in front of his waistband. He took a deep breath, carefully slid his fingers under the fabric, meeting with fine, straight hairs and letting out a soft gasp when the crook of his thumb met the base of Kacchan's penis, hard and hot and bucking at his touch. His other hand raised the waistband and he pulled it out, opening his eyes for the first time to peek down at the view below him.
"You're so hot," he breathed in genuine amazement, not waiting for a response before he dragged his fingers up the back of Kacchan's cock, keeping it aloft and curling his fingers around it when he reached the tip.
Stroking down gently, he watched as the glossy, smooth head pushed out of the foreskin, Kacchan's body shuddering violently with the movement. He brought his thumb upward and wiped the flooding precum from the swelled slit before pressing gently against thin skin and eliciting a groan from the boy in his arms. Slowly, he began to move his hand up and down, increasing his pressure as Kacchan began to pant. The breaths grew louder and quicker and fingernails dug into Izuku's thighs.
"Say my name," a deep voice panted desperately.
"Kacchan."
Thick semen streamed from the tip of Kacchan's dick, shooting onto his shirt in bursts as he twitched in Izuku's grip. He laid against Izuku as the young hero continued to gently stroke him, kissing his neck while the last few drops of semen gushed forth. "Fuck," Kacchan breathed, loosening his grip on Izuku's thighs.
"Sorry I gave you your body back like that," Izuku said, hugging his arms around Kacchan's waist.
"Quit saying fucking sorry," he murmered, leaning his head back onto Izuku's shoulder, relaxed. "Makes me feel like I'm forcing you into this."
"S-sorry," Izuku said sheepishly.
Kacchan's eyes bore into him angrily. "Why the fuck do I like you?"
Izuku blushed. "I-I don't know," he stammered just before Kacchan kissed him.
The blonde boy turned around and straddled Izuku, pulling off his semen-covered shirt to reveal perfectly sculpted muscles, tan and absolutely glowing. Izuku looked up to him in awe and then down to the tip of his penis, sticking out from the top of his basketball shorts, already hard again. Izuku bit his lip. Hypnotized, he slowly reached forward before strong hands grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the mattress. Pain shot through Izuku's body when Kacchan bit his neck, sharp canines just barely breaking skin before his hot, wet tongue glided over the area. He kept roughly kissing and biting Izuku's neck as he shoved him down, slamming him into the mattress. Izuku stifled a moan when Kacchan began grinding against him aggressively, their shafts under their clothes pressing together and snapping off of each other over and over. Toes curled, Izuku finally ripped his hands from Kacchan's grip and used them to gently guide his blonde head upward. He pressed their lips together and wrapped his arms around his sweaty neck. Kacchan slowed his movements in response to Izuku's gentle kiss, their tongues tangling together affectionately as tender fingers laced into green hair.
After a few long moments, Kacchan pulled back from the kiss and looked down at Izuku, continuing to roll their hips together rhythmically. Izuku let loose whining pants while red eyes bore into him mercilessly. He turned his head to hide from the gaze.
"K-kacchan," he pleaded.
Immediately after the name left his lips, greedy fingers began to undo his jeans. Kacchan ripped them down along with his boxers and went on to pull down the front of his own shorts, hooking the fabric beneath his balls. He pressed their bare penises together and wrapped his fingers around them both. Izuku struggled to breathe as Kacchan began frantically jerking them off together. A sharp heat steadily grew and grew, spreading from Izuku's cock to his chest and toes until his legs started twitching uncontrollably and a clenching force began building in his lap.
"K-Kacchan, I'm gonna… fuck, Kacchan, ah, AH!" he gasped as he came, angry pleasure bursting forth that increased as the fingers around his dick moved faster, unrelenting. His legs bucked against Kacchan's weight, trying to squirm free from his hold. "Kacchan, s-top. It's t-too much."
Kacchan's face was scrunched with intense feeling as he continued stroking them violently. "Just one… sec-ond… fuck!" Kacchan grunted as he came, releasing his grip and pressing his elbows to the mattress on Izuku's sides as more semen pumped from his twitching penis. He panted with his eyes closed, face hovering above Izuku's. He opened his eyes that devoured green ones and leaned down so they could kiss, both shooting sharp breaths through their noses. He began pulling up Izuku's shirt and Izuku followed his lead, sitting up slightly so he could remove the semen-stained cloth. Kacchan flopped down on Izuku and laid his head on his pounding chest.
"Your heart sounds like it's gonna explode," he breathed.
"It feels like it is." Izuku laid a hand on Kacchan's head, absently petting his hair. They laid like that without speaking until both of their breathing returned to normal.
"That… was the best thing that's ever happened to me." Izuku spoke sincerely.
Kacchan snorted against his chest, a lazy smile on his face.
"I'm serious," Izuku continued. "Forget getting my quirk or meeting All Might or getting into U.A. That's my new high."
"You're such a fucking idiot," he sneered, Izuku unable to miss the affection in his voice.
"I am constantly reminded of that. I'm so sorry I left you to go see that movie. I seriously never would've guessed that Uraraka was into me. I-I still don't understand how you're into me. I just wanted to see Mirko on the big screen," he whined, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Kacchan lifted his head slightly to rest his chin on Izuku's chest and gaze up at him.
"How was it, by the way?" he asked casually.
Izuku beamed. "It was incredible! The woman who played Mirko was so perfect for it from her looks to the accent to her fighting ability. Even I had trouble remembering that I was watching reenactments at some points, she was just so perfect. And because it was so accurate I think it's going to end up being a really good reference for my shoot-style. Mirko is so awesome with her legs and the film gave really clear, up-close views of exactly how she performs each move so I'm probably gonna go see it again sometime soon."
Kacchan locked their gazes for a few moments before pressing his ear back down to Izuku's chest.
"Let me take you, next time," he said, breath tingling Izuku's skin.
Happiness filled Izuku's heart. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah. Just let me know when you wanna go."
"Tomorrow. I wanna go tomorrow."
A faint smile appeared on Kacchan's face. "You got it."
"What a fucking simp," a muffled voice came from the wall.
"Dude, shut the fuck up, they'll hear you." Kirishima's voice was filled with panic.
"C'mon, the walls aren't that thin."
"They are, dude. They are. Now shut the fuck up."
Izuku's heart dropped into his chest and heat flooded his face. He gripped Kacchan as hard as he could, green lighting crackling in the air as he activated his quirk.
"Kacchan, it's okay," he whispered.
"I'm gonna kill them," Kacchan muttered back.
"No you're not."
"You know I am. Let go of me."
"Pease, Kacchan. I'm having a nice time. Don't ruin it."
"Deku. If they heard your voice at all during that then they need to die painful deaths." Kacchan placed his hands on Izuku's shoulders and he could feel them begin to warm.
"C'mon. If they did, they probably just want to block it out. It's okay. Please don't explode me."
"Bakugou was fucking creepy but Deku sounded kinda hot, right?"
"Kaminari, I swear to fuck, shut up."
Izuku sighed, embarrassment swirling in his face. "Okay, go get them."
He released his hold on Kacchan who scrambled out of the room, pulling up his shorts as he went. Izuku flinched at the sound of the first explosion and kept his eyes closed, listening to screams of rage and apology and then fear as more explosions rang violently through the air.
"Deku!" Kaminari's voice yelled desperately. "Please come get your boyfriend!"
"What? Sorry, can't hear you. These walls are super thick. You'd have to be a huge creep to hear anything through them." Izuku spoke at a normal volume, sure that it would be loud enough to hear.
"Deku, please! I'm sorry. I'm - AH! Bakugou, c'mon. I take it back, you were hot too, plea-"
An explosion shook the building and silence followed. Izuku pressed his ear to the wall but heard nothing. Eventually, Kacchan's door swung open and its owner strolled in nonchalantly. He laid back down on the bed, laying his arm over Izuku's chest.
"So, movies tomorrow?" Kacchan asked, at peace.
"Definitely. Should I call an ambulance?"
"Don't fucking worry about them. They deserved it."
"I… I don't disagree." Izuku ran his hand through Kacchan's hair and smiled when he leaned into the touch. "I also completely blanked on the possibility of being heard. I just… just…"
"Just what?" Kacchan asked knowingly.
"I just… needed to touch you. I was in your body for nearly three months! Every single time I looked down, all I wanted to do was rip my clothes off and stare. I'm so glad I can do it freely now." His eyes traced Kacchan's back muscles and then his abdomen when the boy flipped over.
"You just wanna look?" Kacchan challenged calmly.
A smile spread across Izuku's lips as he leant down to kiss his favorite person, feeling more connected with him now than he ever had, even when he had been inhabiting his body. Despite everything, in that moment, he felt grateful to Kasuya for switching them. Without that, none of this would have manifested. Neither of them would have realized their feelings, and Kacchan certainly wouldn't have ever revealed his. Love and joy swelled in his chest as he wrapped his arms around Kacchan's broad torso and squeezed as tight as he could, confident that he'd never let go.