Katsuki
"Oh! Do you remember that time when Baku lost that bet against Denki?" Pinky exclaimed, an unladylike wheeze escaping her as she fought down another fit of giggles. "And he had to kiss the first person that walked into the room?"
"Shut the fuck up, Pinky!"
"I was honestly surprised he lost. Baku never loses," Pikachu replied thoughtfully. Too fucking thoughtfully. Katsuki was going to sock him straight in the nose even though he wasn't the one to bring the story up. It didn't help the other blond's case as he was the closest one to Katsuki.
"Breathe another word, and I'll fuckin' murder all of you fuckin' extras!" Katsuki snarled.
"I'm honestly surprised he went through with it, considering who walked through the door!" Shitty Hair replied. "Sero was scarred for life, poor guy!"
The group roared with laughter.
And Katsuki...
Katsuki could literally feel the vein in his temple pulsing. All because of the fuckin' extras that had decided it was a great fuckin' idea to come hang out at his dorm. He'd just finished his first major competition of the year, and all he wanted to do was go out, party, and drink. These fuckin' extras had other plans, which consisted of piling onto his bed, drinking cheap beer, and telling each other the horror stories of the semester thus far. They could have been out at one of the many parties being thrown, but no. Fuckin' Pikachu wanted to drink safe because he hadn't been paid and couldn't afford an Uber home. Fuckin' tool.
He wasn't buying into this garbage. Because that's what it fuckin' was. It was garbage. He could have been out having the time of his goddamn life after a grueling week of midterms. But no. He was here. In his bed. With a bunch of loud fuckin' extras. If they hadn't brought the cheap beer, he would have kicked them out as soon as they showed up to his door. In hindsight, he probably should have just taken the beer and told them to get lost. He wished he had because the main topic of their conversations had shifted from their own horror stories to all of his most embarrassing moments in high school.
Particularly, his kiss with Soy-Sauce Face their junior year.
"Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair!" Katsuki roared at Kirishima. If Pinky and Pikachu weren't between them, he would be tearing that shitty red hair straight from his head. "I don't fuckin' back down when I lose a bet!"
"It was so manly!" Kirishima said, wonderstruck. "But Sero didn't deserve that injustice."
"Shitty Hair-" Katsuki growled.
"Honestly, we're lucky it was him. Anyone else, and Baku probably would have gotten the shit smacked out of him," Pinky said flippantly.
"What do you mean?" Pikachu asked. "He smacked the shit out of poor Sero!"
"Mother fucker shouldn't have walked through the goddamn door-"
"Oh, shut up Bakubabe," Pinky said with a wave of her hand.
"Can't be worse than-" Pikachu started
Katsuki felt his teeth grinding in his jaw as he made his best effort to shut these mother fuckers out. God, he was going to personally slaughter all of these extra and hide the bodies. They were just asking for it, especially as they launched into yet another one of his less than favorable incidents from high school.
They needed to have some goddamn respect. They were in his dorm. Spewing bullshit that he didn't need any of the rest of the extras at this fucking school know, especially his shitty nerd of a roommate.
"Finish that sentence, Pikachu, and I'll-"
"He lost that other bet and had to dye his pubes pink?"
Katsuki launched himself at Pikachu, tearing his hands into that hideous bottle-blond hair of his.
"I'm going to fuckin' murder you, mother fucker!"
A shrill scream echoed from Pikachu, but before Katsuki could get to the actual murder part, the door to the dorm swung open quickly.
And in walked fuckin' Deku.
"K-Kacchan? What are you doing?" the nerd's small, shocked voice asked.
Those big, green eyes looked from Katsuki's face to where his hands were buried in Pikachu's hair and back again. He immediately released the bottle-blond, crossing his arms over his chest in a huff.
"Kacchan? Who the heck is Kacchan?" Pinky asked.
Katsuki narrowed his gaze and looked over to the girl. "Shut the fu-"
"Oh!" Deku said, drawing Katsuki's eyes back to him. The nerd better fucking not.
"Deku..."
Katsuki could literally see the mischievous glint in his doeish, green eyes. "It's what I call Bakugou."
"What?!" Kirishima asked. "He gets to give you a nickname, and we still are on a last-name basis? Bro, that's so unmanly! We've been friends since high school."
Even though he knew Shitty Hair was joking and had no real qualms about calling him by his last name, he shot him a withering glare.
"I didn't tell him he could, so don't think you're able to, either," he snapped, sending a glare toward the red head. "It was a fuckin' misunderstanding. Don't get any ideas."
"It's actually a funny story-"
"No. It's not a fuckin' funny story at all, shitty nerd," the blond groused. "Don't tell it."
"If you're in it, Bakubabe, I'm sure it's great," Pinky said with a flippant wave of her hand.
"Don't encour-"
But apparently, fuckin' Deku didn't need anymore encouraging than than. The greenette shut the door of their dorm behind him and toed off his shitty red sneakers on the mat by the door before sitting down in his desk chair. He turned to face the group and quickly delved into the explanation of how they met, of how Katsuki had chucked a pillow at him over a misunderstanding about Deku's hearing aids - which, he had to admit, he felt a tiny bit bad about after the fact. But if Deku was going to tell all of these shitty extras, he wasn't going to worry about feeling bad for that.
But as the nerd kept getting deeper and deeper into the story, Katsuki felt himself sinking deeper and deeper into the mattress, with an equally deep and sour scowl to match. Fuck this. He wanted all of these fuckers out of his dorm, including Deku. Kicking them all the fuck out and sitting alone with a can of shitty beer would be far more entertaining than having all of his embarrassing fuck-ups put on blast. The nerd already knew about some of the less favorable consequences of those bets left to chance. With how well he was getting along with these extra already, he was sure more of those stories would come up. He really needed to stop taking bets that didn't have a for sure outcome...
"Oi! Deku!" Katsuki interrupted before the story could get any more involved than it already had, including the nerd's favorite way of ignoring him. "Quit rambling on about that bullshit and introduce your fucking self. Rude as shit..."
Deku jumped to his feet at the sudden realization of just how fuckin' rude he'd been. Fuckin' good. He then turned to the group and gave a slight bow.
"You're right! I'm sorry! I - a-ah. I wasn't expecting company when I came back or else I would have brought some snacks!" he said apologetically. "But still. I-It's a pleasure to meet all of you! My name is Midoriya Izuku."
While his shitty extras introduced themselves to his roommate - "You're Bakubro's roommate? He wouldn't tell us anything about you!" Kirishima excitedly exclaimed. "Dude, your legs are buff as hell! You a runner?" - Katsuki tuned them all out. He turned his eyes away from the greenette, forcing himself to look at anything but him. Fuckin' Deku. He was the last person he wanted these extras to meet. Their lips were too loose. They always spilled too much information. Like the time he dyed his fuckin' pubes pink because he lost a bet. (He really had to stop losing bets, especially the ones that were left up to chance. He always fuckin' lost and gave these shitty extras more amunition to use when they told these horror stories.) Deku didn't need to hear all of the shit that they had to say. Yeah, sure the guy was deaf and it was unlikely that he'd heard what they'd been talking about through the door, but still. He couldn't be more cautious because...
Well, the greenette was infuriating in his own right. He was messy. He was a slob. He stayed up too late and made huge messes with his art. He ate shitty, unhealthy food, which was insulting to Katsuki as a culinary arts major. And he really knew how to piss Katsuki off just by taking those damn fuckin' hearing aids out of his head. Most infuriating of all, he was too fuckin' cute for his own good.
God, as much as he hated to admit it, Deku was adorable. The first thing he'd noticed about the freckled man when he'd walked into the dorm in the beginning of the semester was his ass. The guy may have been clad in jeans and a shitty graphic tee, but those jeans... They'd left little to the imagination. He had thighs for days. He was literal sex on legs. With a lower-half like that, it was impossible to believe that Deku skipped a leg day.
There were other things that made Deku adorable. Like the freckles that kept getting more and more prevalent on his cheeks as summer drew closer. Or that fuckin' laugh of his that rang through the room so loudly. The way he apologized after laughing that loud because the deafness made it harder for him to tell just how loud he was being. The way he blushed when Katsuki made him embarrassed or awkward.
He could easily devour it all. But then again, with how irritating and oblivious the shitty nerd was, he couldn't. Yeah, everything about him screamed Katsuki's type, but he was strictly off limits. This was his roommate. If shit went south - which it usually did when it came to him and relationships, let's face it - he did not want to deal with the aftermath. Hell, he didn't even know if the guy was gay or, at the very least, bi. He couldn't make a move without knowing that crucial information. He wasn't going to be the one to ask, either-
"So, uh, I don't mean to pry, but, uh, why did I uh, hear you guys talkingaboutKacchandyinghispubespink?" Deku asked, the last half of the sentence coming out in a single, rushed breath. The nerd's freckled face was already turning bright pink from embarrassment.
Immediately, the extras burst out into roars of laughter, and while they cried their shitty fuckin' hysterical tears, Katsuki attempted some form of damage control.
"Hah?! What the actual fuck, Deku, you deaf fuck?" Katsuki asked. Right. Such great fucking damage control. "You can hear that of all things, but you can't fuckin' hear me when I'm talking to you from across the room?"
The shitty nerd sheepishly scratched at the back of his head like he had the tendency to do when he was nervous. "I, uh."
"Spit it out, Deku," Katsuki growled.
"I thought I heard people in here, so I turned up my hearing aids and that was the only part of the conversation I managed to catch. And then there was screaming and I wasn't sure who was in here!" he quickly stammered, falling into one of those rambling fits he was so fucking good at. His face was quickly growing redder and redder by the minute, even more red than when he'd brought up the conversation initially. "I promise I wasn't trying to eavesdrop! I was just coming home from class, and I wasn't expecting anyone. Kacchan didn't say that there would be anyone over-"
"Jesus, Bakubro! Don't give the poor guy a heart attack," Shitty Hair said as he leapt up from the bed. He crossed the room over to Deku and placed his hands on his shoulders. "Don't worry about him, Midoriya. He's just got a stick so far up his ass that he can't take a joke."
"I can, too, Shitty Hair!"
"Yes, worry about him! He's going to give me an early receding hairline with how much he pulls my hair," Pikachu lamented.
Deku's hands quickly flew to the mop of green curls on the top of his head, a worried expression flitting onto his freckled features. It elicited a dramatic eye roll from Katsuki. Sure, he'd thought about pulling his hair before, but not in the same way he'd pulled Pikachu's. Deku's hair looked softer, smoother, and a hell of a lot more interesting to tangle his fingers into compared to Kaminari's. Hell, the bottle-blond's had felt dry yet greasy. It'd left a nasty feeling on his hands.
"Pikachu! No one gives a damn about your hair," he snapped. "But you could do us all a favor and wash it from time to time. Shits a fuckin' oil-slick."
"I'm on an every three days regiment! Today isn't hair washing day-" Pikachu lamented.
But Shitty Hair shouted over him in an attempt to turn the conversation away from Katsuki and his insults.
"So, Midoriya," he said, flashing the greenette a bright grin. Shitty Hair grabbed another beer and settled himself back on the bed between Pinky and Pikachu. "Tell us about yourself. Bakugou hasn't mentioned you at all."
Deku scratched the back of his head in that same nervous manner as before. Fucker didn't have any problems talking about Katsuki, but as soon as it came to talking about himself, he got fuckin' flustered.
"I-I mean, what do you want to know?" he asked. "I'm not exactly that interesting."
Katsuki would beg to differ, but he didn't say anything, instead looking off to the window above their desks. It was dark outside, and he couldn't see anything, but it was better than looking at Deku's shitty freckled face.
"Your major. Where you're from. Fun facts," Pinky said. And as an afterthought, she added, "Juicy gossip."
Deku sputtered. "I-I don't really have any gossip. Uh. Hah. Yeah. Unless," he stammered out. "I guess, if you consider being deaf gossip?"
Katsuki rolled his eyes. "That's as far from gossip as gossip could possibly get," he groused. "Not that I give a damn about your gossip."
"Baku's right. That's not gossip, bro," Shitty Hair said. "It's just who you are. Not something that should define who you are."
The blond glanced at Deku, who had a wonderstruck look on his face. It was as if whatever Shitty Hair was saying was laced with honey and gold. Deku was eating it right the fuck up. Katsuki shouldn't have been surprised that Deku started crying. He'd walked in on the nerd with his crap television shows bawling his eyes out at least five times this semester already. But the blond found himself stunned when tears crowded his bright eyes now. Stunned and captivated by it.
"I'm honestly glad you said that," Deku said, dashing away the tears in his eyes with the back of his hand. "Not a lot of people get that. I don't want to be the deaf guy in the room. I want to be the guy in the room that just happens to be deaf. I'm a person before anything else."
Blond brows furrowed down over red eyes. He knew on more than one occasion he'd called Deku a 'deaf mother fucker', thereby putting his limitations before him as a person. He made a mental note of that to avoid the nuance in language that seemed to mean a hell of a lot more to the greenette than he'd originally anticipated.
"Do you know any sign language?" Pinky asked. "I'm taking a six week course, and I could really use the tutor."
A blinding smile crossed onto Deku's features as his hands - which were covered in paint from whatever class he'd come from - flew up in front of him. He started making motions that Katsuki assumed were Japanese sign language. He hadn't seen Deku use it before. Hadn't even cared to consider the man using anything other than spoken language. But apparently, he was fluent. His hands moved quickly through the air. He was so animated and happy.
"Woah! Slow down!" Pinky said, her stupid raccoon eyes wide. "I'm not that good. I'm just a beginner."
Deku laughed sheepishly. "Oh, right. Sorry, Ashido," he said, flashing her a bright smile. It was a different kind of smile from the sheepish, nervous ones he usually got. Deku never smiled like that for him... Shitty nerd. "I just get so excited to use it. Sure, there are the other students on campus who know it, but none of them are in my major. And sure, there's my signer who comes with me to classes, but that doesn't leave much room for casual conversation."
Pinky laughed. "No worries, Midoriya," she said. "The class is fun at least. It's nice to know I can practice with someone. Eiji said he'd take the six week course for the second half of the semester-"
That grabbed Katsuki's attention. They were holding a six week course for the latter half of the semester? That was something he could consider. Deku was cute. And maybe he could get closer to the nerd if he picked up the class. He'd have to ask Shitty Hair about it - after swearing him to secrecy, of course. Deku was cute. He was a bright ball of sunshine, and his friends had latched onto him already. He made anyone in the room feel fuckin' good, and Katsuki couldn't help but be drawn to it, too. Not that he was going to tell the fuckin' nerd that.
"Do you want a beer, Midoriya?" Pikachu asked, holding up one of the room temperature cans.
The greenette shook his head and his hands at the same time. "No, I'm okay!"
"You sure?" Pikachu persisted.
"Yeah, really," the shorter of the two said with a wild blush. "I hate to admit it, but I'm really a terrible light weight. A few beers really sends me over the edge, and I don't need to make a fool of myself."
"Tch! You already are, shitty Deku," Kastuki said.
"Kacchan! Don't be mean!" the nerd said. "It can't be as bad as your pink pubes."
"I'll fuckin' kill you, shitty nerd!"
"So what's your major? You're covered in paint, so I'm assuming something art related," Kirishima asked.
Simultaneously, both Katsuki and Deku's eyes zeroed in on his clothes. He was covered in paint. He was wearing the clothes he usually wore on Friday afternoons to his classes, which Katsuki assumed were painting related. Everything was covered in smears of paint that no amount of washing would get out. A black t-shirt. Too tight blue jeans that Katsuki had shameless stared out too many times since the start of the semester. A grey cardigan that looked incredibly comfortable.
Deku again perked up, offering that bright smile to his friends and not to Katsuki. Fuckin' rude.
"I'm majoring in art with a minor in writing," he said, a certain glitter in his eyes.
"So, what do you want to do with that?" Pinky asked. "There's a lot you can do with that, isn't there?"
"Yeah, there is," he said. "I'm thinking about illustrating my own books. Maybe children's books. I really like Paul Stewart and Chris Riddell. They do a lot of stuff together, like the Edge Chronicles, and it would be really awesome to have that kind of stuff, but all on my own."
"So, what kind of classes do you have to take with that? 'Cause I never saw you in any of the general studies classes, and it seems like you're already well into your major," Kirishima noted.
"Oh. Yeah. I'm a transfer student," he said brightly. "I transferred from one of the community colleges back home. I actually took all of those classes, so they don't exactly know where to put me. I'm just taking extra art classes in the meantime."
"Tch. Shitty Deku. You weren't good enough to get into Yueii the first time?" Katsuki interjected. He knew immediately it was the wrong thing to say by Deku's reaction.
His eyes narrowed at him. Yeah. He wasn't getting a smile from the guy anytime soon.
"I did, actually, I just declined. And unlike most schools, it's actually harder to get into Yueii as a transfer student," he said, his tone icy. "Community college was just the cheaper alternative."
A groan ensued from Kirishima. "You're telling me, man. That's why Mina and I have an apartment together off campus," he said. "Room, board, and a meal plan was way more expensive than just staying a few blocks away in an apartment."
"Yeah, but your apartment is shit," Katsuki pointed out.
And it was. He would barely call the building habitable. Sure, Kirishima and Ashido had deep cleaned their apartment and made it their own, but the place was a fuckin' dump.
"It's got character," Pinky said.
"If you consider roaches in the other apartments character, then I guess," Pikachu said.
"Aaanyway," Kirishima cut in. "I'm sure you're a great artist, Midoriya, especially if you got in as a transfer student."
The nerd blushed. "Oh. A-Ah. Not really. I mean, I'm okay, but I'm not amazing," he assured.
Katsuki snorted at that. Okay was an understatement. It was rare that Deku actually brought his pieces home, but when he did, they were far better than just okay. Katuski wasn't an artist, but he knew that the guy could draw. He always had pieces with such interesting lighting. Not that he'd ever said anything to him.
"What about that one you brought in here last week?" Katsuki suggested. He didn't give any opinion on it. Didn't say whether or not he thought it was good despite fully knowing what he'd worked on that night was amazing.
"Oh, right, uh. It's not here anymore. I turned it in, but I have my sketches if you want to see," Deku said.
That flush on his cheeks only was growing darker and darker as he reached into his rucksack and produced a few different sketchbooks. He had one for each of his classes, it seemed, and one personal sketchbook. There were a total of four.
"Uh. So. This one is for my oil painting class. That one is for life-drawing, and this one is for contemporary art. This last one is my personal one, stuff I'm working on outside of class, but it's not got anything great in it," he said as he handed the sketchbooks to the four of them.
Just as Deku was about to hand Katsuki his personal sketchbook, he thought better and instead handed it to Kirishima. What the fuck? Was he not good enough to look at the nerd's personal sketchbook? Instead, he got handed the contemporary art sketchbook, which upon opening, he realized was full of weird, abstract shit.
There were a few interested gasps and exclamations from the extras, but Katsuki was more interested when Kirishima said his name.
"Is this Bakugou?" he asked, his voice pitched in question.
Deku squeaked in surprise, and he could have sworn he heard the guy mutter a curse.
"Is what me?" he snapped.
His gaze flicked from Deku, who looked horrified, to Shitty Hair, and back to Deku. Kirishima turned the sketchbook to face them all. At a first glance, the drawing could have been anyone. It was just a person sleeping. But after taking in the details, he knew. It was, in fact, Katsuki. There were the tell-tale signs of him in the simple sketch. The scar in his left eyebrow from where he'd cut it open as a kid. The sharpness of his jaw. The shape of his brows. Without a doubt, it was him. It was dated for a few weeks prior. When the fuck had Deku had the time to draw him? He couldn't have done it at night; it was too dark to get anything drawn, and he never let the nerd keep his desk lamp on. It had to been during one of his daily naps.
"That's so good! Look at you, Bakubabe!" Pinky exclaimed, snatching up the sketchbook. "You look so cute and innocent when you sleep!"
Katsuki turned his head away from the extras. He could feel heat rising to his face for the tell-tale beginnings of a blush. Fuck. He didn't need this. Didn't need this feeling of fucking flattery and embarrassment that was spreading over him. He combatted it the only way he knew how. Anger.
"What the fuck, Deku?" he shouted. He knew the yelling would make his face red to mask his embarrassment. "You just go around drawing people without asking?
Deku was immediately reduced to a stammering, blubbering mess of apologies. "O-Oh my gosh, Kacchan, I'm sorry! Y-You were just so relaxed, and I couldn't pass up the opportunity. And I didn't want to wake you up to ask you. And if I had asked you, you would have said no. I honestly forgot I even drew that considering it was so long ago! O-Otherwise, I wouldn't have shown Kirishima the sketchbook! I'm sorry!"
"Don't sweat it, bro," Kirishima said. "Bakugou just has a stick stuck pretty far up his ass. It's a great sketch, man. Showing your soft side is so manly, ya know?"
"Yeah, don't let him bother you," Pikachu said. "But don't let him get a hold of your hair, either cause he'll rip it out."
"Shut the fuck up, Pikachu!"
It was well after midnight by the time the rest of his shitty crew left. Well, Katsuki literally had to force them out the door to stop them from embarrassing him further. They'd already told Deku enough stories about his payouts for bets. They were just about to start on his first shitty high school boyfriend when he'd finally had enough.
Speaking of the nerd, he was relaxed on his bed. His Silver Age All Might comforter was draped over him as he stared at the ceiling, a perplexed expression on his features. Katsuki sent an occasional glance his way as he made his way around their dorm, cleaning up the mess the extras had left behind. He'd seen him go from sleepy to withdrawn panic in all of ten minutes. As he picked up another can from his desk and tossed it into the garbage bag, he heaved out a sigh.
"Alright, nerd, I can hear you thinking over there," he said, fixing Deku with a glare.
"Was I muttering again?" he asked, sitting up in bed. "I'm sorry. I don't know if I've told you before. I probably have, but just to be on the safe side. I can't actually hear myself talk very well, so it's always really hard to tell when I'm muttering. I promise, I don't mean to do it, so if I do, just tell me to shut up. I promise I won't be offended if you do. I know I can be annoy-"
"Jesus Christ, Deku, now you're muttering," Katsuki said, dragging a hand down his face in exasperation. "I was just gonna ask what was on your mind. You look fuckin' constipated."
Deku visibly relaxed and let out a small laugh. "Oh. Right. Sorry-"
"Quit apologizing. You have nothing to be sorry for," the blond groused.
He swept up the last few cans before tying off the bag and setting it by the door. He'd take it down in the morning. He wasn't exactly looking forward to facing off and murdering any raccoons that decided to jump out at him from the dumpster.
"Sorry, Kacchan," and then a pause when Deku realized that he'd only managed to apologize yet again. "Uh. Yeah."
"Shut up, nerd," he said. "Just tell me what's on your fuckin' mind before I regret asking and tell you to fuckin' forget it."
There was a bit of silence where Deku made some shit attempts at gathering his thoughts before he spoke. That was a first. The nerd usually spewed whatever bullshit came to his head first. In the meantime, Katsuki got himself ready for bed. He dressed in his flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt. He then pulled back his blankets before throwing himself down on his shitty mattress. He was tired. He needed rest. He never stayed up this late. A mixture of exhaustion and sleep threatened to pull him under.
Hell, he forgot he asked Deku to speak his mind until he spoke.
"I guess I'm just curious, ya know?"
"'Bout what?"
"You."
That woke him up a little bit. He turned his face to look at the nerd, but the nerd wasn't making eye contact with him.
"Me? What the fuck are you curious about me for?"
"I don't know. I've lived with you for a while now, and this is the first time I'm seeing this side of you," he said.
"What do you mean? I'm not any fuckin' different than I normally am."
Deku shrugged as he leaned against the wall by his bed. He picked at the edge of his All Might blanket absently. "I guess, you're just a little different around your friends."
"You mean the extras?"
"Kacchan! Be nice!" Deku admonished. "They seem like good people. And I guess you're different with them. You act like you hate them, but I can tell you enjoy being around them, too."
"You can't tell shit."
"You smile more around them," he pointed out, completely ignoring Katsuki's jabs. "It might look more like a smirk, but I guess you drop your guard around them more. Relax a little."
He snorted. "I really fuckin' shouldn't with the shit that they spew," he groused.
"I don't think they mean any harm by it. They just want to laugh with you."
"Ain't fun laughing at my fuckin' self."
"I liked the stories they told. They made you sound more reachable, more human," Deku said softly. Something in his voice made him sound almost... fond?
"Embarrassing as shit."
Deku giggled and flashed that same smile he'd been sending Kirishima, Ashido, and Kaminari that entire night. His stomach flipped, his heart stuttered, and he had to fight back his own smile that threatened to spill onto his lips.
"What's with you and losing bets?" Deku asked.
The smile that fought to spill over was quickly replaced by a scowl. "I only lost the ones that are set to chance, like which one of the extras would win something or drawing straws. I stopped doing that after-"
"After they made you dye your pubes pink?" Deku asked, his giggles only getting wilder.
Once again, Katsuki's stomach flipped and his heart stuttered. There was just something so... Exhilarating about his laughter and smiles. Finally, they were being directed at him and only him. He didn't care that Deku was technically making fun of him, not if he could hear that laughter.
"Yeah. Shut up," he said with no real heat behind it. He hoped that from across the room, Deku couldn't see the blush that spread onto his features. "Turn off the lights and go the fuck to bed, nerd."
"Okay, Kacchan," he said. A pause. "How long did it last?"
"Deku," he growled.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," the nerd said, even though he definitely knew he wasn't fucking joking.
Deku got up, and the lights were turned off. He heard the greenette shuffle back to bed, and after a few moments, his gentle voice rang through the night.
"I'm taking out my hearing aids," he announced softly as he did most nights. There was a pause, and then, "Goodnight, Kacchan."
And for the first time they started rooming together, Katsuki responded to the nerd.
"...'Night, Deku."
