Katsuki

The sharp jab of a finger into his sternum was his first introduction to one of Deku's apparent best friends, Round Cheeks. Her actual name started with a U, he thought. Deku had mentioned it to him when he'd pointed her out across the room not an hour before, but he'd already forgotten it. He was shit with names. So, when she'd approached, he'd settled on calling her Round Cheeks when she approached him.

It had apparently rubbed her the wrong way quite immediately.

He stared down at the brunette, his eyes narrowed with irritation. "What the fuck?"

"I should be saying the same thing to you, you know," she said with a huff. It only made her already chipmunk-like features more pronounced.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"If you don't know a person's name, typically you ask them before giving them a rude nickname," she hissed.

Katsuki rolled his eyes.

He didn't know how he always got roped into this shit, but considering his extras, it never failed. But this time, it was fuckin' worse. Somehow, he'd gotten dragged by Deku over to Kirishima's for a Friday night game night. Not only were his shitty extras there, but so were Deku's shitty extras. With Round Cheeks included, there were four total additional extras. One he'd dubbed Four-Eyes for the glasses he was constantly pushing up his nose, and another other he'd dubbed Half and Half for his bi-colored hair. The last one was a tall, burly guy he'd dubbed baldie because of his close cropped hair. So far, he'd been left alone by pretty much everyone.

"I know your name. The shitty nerd told me your name earlier," he said. "I just fuckin' forgot it."

She snorted. "You must not have been listening, then."

"I just fuckin' told you, I know your name. You're the one who's not fuckin' listening."

"There's a difference between hearing something and listening, Bakugou," she said.

The way she used his name so pointedly rubbed him wrong, but he didn't say anything, instead favoring a sip of his beer. She took his silence as permission to continue.

"And another thing. Stop calling him Deku," she said, jabbing her finger into his sternum once more. "What kind of person calls someone else useless? His name is Izuku."

Katsuki batted away Round Cheeks' hand with his own, a sneer coming to his lips. "If he didn't like it, he would have told me already, Round Cheeks," he said, his tone coming up short. "Mother fucker has enough sass in him to last a lifetime. I'm sure he's fine."

"Stop calling me that! My name is Ochako," she said. She took in a deep breath in some attempt to assuage her oncoming anger. "Okay. Look. I want to like you, I really do. For Izu's sake because as much as you irritate him, he genuinely enjoys your company."

Katsuki had to school his features in a mask of disinterest to hide his surprise. Deku enjoyed his company? He figured freckles tolerated him at best. He didn't think he'd actually enjoy being around him. The thought made his skin heat up, but with the dim lights in the apartment, he hoped that Round Cheeks - er - Ochako didn't notice.

"This is my formal threat, Bakugou. You hurt Izu, and I'll hurt you," she said, her voice unwavering and serious. "Got it?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he said, shooing her away. "I won't hurt fuckin' freckles. Leave me alone, would ya?"

"Fine, but I'm watching you," she said. And as she walked away, she did that cliché 'I'm watching you' hand motion. Fucking crazy chick.

Katsuki got maybe all of ten minutes to himself. He managed to snag a spot on Kirishima's couch to enjoy his beer. He was just about to kick up his feet and enjoy watching Kaminari lose at Mario Kart for the umpteenth time that night when Deku's loud voice rang through the room.

"Oooh! I love this game!" he shouted, excitement filling his words.

Katsuki looked over at Deku, his eyes zeroing in on the object in his hands. He was holding a wooden box with the words The Game of Things printed across it. Immediately, a groan fell from his lips. Not that game. Shitty hair had bought it the year before and had immediately tried to make them all play. Katsuki had only played once or twice, deciding he really didn't like it at all. The extras always picked the stupidest shit for him to read because it was apparently funny. He didn't find anything funny about reading the raunchy shit they wrote. He'd sworn high and low that he'd never play that mother fucking game again.

But low and fucking below, he was seated on the floor around the coffee table along with the rest of the shitty extras. And of course they wanted him to read first. It only took Deku batting his pretty fucking green eyes at him to get him to grumble in surrender.

"What the fuck ever, extras. Listen up cause I'm not repeating this more than once," he said before he cleared his throat to read the card aloud. "Things you would like to add to the Ten Commandments."

Everyone at the table took a few minutes to scribble their responses on their provided slips of paper, including Katsuki. He'd written something simple and misleading. Something that wouldn't give him away because this was a game. And he had to win at everything.

He wrote thou shalt not disgrace All Might in his messy scrawl.

Soon enough, the extras handed over their slips of paper, and each one Katsuki read to himself, he cringed. These fuckin' extras... After he'd gotten about half, he'd completely stopped reading, opting to suffer through their answers only once when he read them. Once he had them all, he listed out all ten to the group while mixing his own commentary in, too.

Thou shalt party all day, everyday. -Kirishima

("You extra better not drag me into that shit. I have priorities.")

Thou shalt not disgrace All Might. -Katsuki

("Fuckin' nerdy ass shit.")

Thou shalt not add any new commandments to the Ten Commandments. -Iida

("Fuckin' lame as shit.")

Thou shalt not wear jorts. -Jirou

("Who the fuck would wanna wear those fuckin' ugly things anyway?")

Thou shalt not call Bakugou anything other than Bakugou. -

("Damn straight, fuckin' extras.")

Thou shalt learn to twerk. -Mina

("You extra can stay the fuck away from me with that one.")

Thou shalt punch Mineta Minoru each time he acts like a womanizer. -Todoroki

Which achieved several shouts of approval from the ladies in the group.

Thou shalt never skip a leg day.

("Fuck leg day.")

Thou shalt make the electric slide the National song for every country in the world -Kaminari

("I'm not dancing, mother fuckers.")

Everything was actually fine. It was all pretty damn tame compared to the shit the extras usually gave him. That is. Until he got to the last one. He read it once to himself, and immediately his face went red. His eyes flew up to the table, looking at all of the extras around him. Those mother fuckers. He didn't know any of their handwriting, so he didn't know who the fuck wrote it. But they were literally going to be the ones to murder him, and he didn't want any of them fuckin' showing up at his funeral.

Katsuki swallowed before he read, "Thou shalt not have a better ass than Midoriya."

A loud squeak came from the greenette at the table. "Guys!"

"I didn't write it, man, but can I say. Goddamn. It's for sure the truth," Kirishima said. "Midoriya has an ass and legs for days."

"Hell yeah!" Ashido said. "Can't miss a leg day if you have an ass like that."

"Okay, Pinky, what the fuck? That's disgusting," Katsuki roared. "No one wants to hear about Deku's fucking ass!"

"No, but you wanna tap it," Kaminari muttered under his breath. But not quite far enough under his breath for the entire group not to hear.

Silence rang through before a few tentative cracks of laughter erupted. And then it overwhelmed everyone except a very mortified Deku and an absolutely livid Katsuki.

Before he could stop himself, he was launching himself at Kaminari, grabbing a fistful of his hair. The idiot shrieked, but it was a mix of laughter.

"DON'T SAY FUCKIN' SHIT THAT'S NOT TRUE, MOTHER FUCKER!" Katsuki roared. He really hoped the anger on his face masked the raging blush that had started.

"It hurts so much but it was worth it!" Kaminari shouted as he grabbed onto Katsuki's wrists in some half-assed attempt to pull the enraged blond off of him. "Eiji! Mina! Save me! Shit! Kat let go of my hair! You're gonna hurt it!"

It took Shitty Hair, Baldie, and Four eyes to wrestle him away from Kaminari, but by then, the damage had been done. Deku wouldn't even look him in the eye. His freckled face was red like a tomato, and he'd completely shut down.

Why the fuck did they think that it was okay to say shit about Deku's ass in front of everyone. And why the fuck did they have to drag him into it and put his business on blast? That shit wasn't any of their business. Of course, he agreed that Deku's ass was literal sin, but he wasn't going to announce that out loud for the nerd to hear. And he certainly didn't need Kaminari spewing bullshit that he wasn't sure was true - even though it totally was. But he couldn't let any of these fuckin' extras know that. Hell, he didn't want anyone else commenting on that ass, either. He couldn't help but feel the need to protect both Deku and his assets from these fuckin' vultures.

Four Eyes managed to get the group back on track after admonishing them like a bunch of fuckin' kindergarteners. It was awkward at first, but the group finally got to deciding who wrote what. Everyone immediately guessed that Deku had written the All Might commandment, which was exactly what he'd wanted.

"The All Might one has to be Izu," Ochako said.

"Nope!" Deku replied.

Next up was Kaminari. "Are you sure the All Might one isn't yours, Midoriya? Dude's literally obsessed with the guy."

And for some reason, everyone assumed that the commandment about Deku's ass was his doing. Where the fuck did they get that idea from? Half of these fuckin' extra didn't know that he was gay. They didn't know he'd had a particular hard-on for Deku's ass most of the semester. Did they just assume it was his because they were roommates. Fuckin' shitty, useless extras.

It ended up being Round Cheeks' answer. When she was finally guessed, she sent a devilish look at both him and Deku. The greenette only buried his head in his arms on the table.

What a fuckin' hellspawn of a woman.

Izuku

Izuku had always been intrigued by sleep. Not necessarily the idea that most living things needed to sleep. That was just a fact of life. A nuance in nature. He was more intrigued by how sleep crept up on people. He never knew when it was coming. Izuku had come to the realization that it took you whenever it wanted. It pulled you under in the gentlest ways. It snuck up on you without warning, even if you wanted it or not. And it always seemed to happen to him when he was lost in his thoughts at the end of a long day.

This time, he hadn't been trying to sleep. He'd actually been trying to stay awake to finish a sketch that had been particularly difficult for him. And wham! It happened. Sleep assaulted all of his senses, rendering them useless.

He'd expected to wake up with a stiff neck and back with his sketchbook crumpled beneath him and his ears sore from wearing his hearing aids for so long.

But he hadn't.

Actually, the exact opposite had happened.

He opened his eyes, only to be assaulted by the bright lights of the dorm room. He'd never gotten the chance to get up and shut them off. He shut his eyes again immediately and instead stretched his limbs just a little bit. He was surprised that he didn't feel the mess of pencils around him or even his sketchbook. Instead, he found his blanket draped over his frame and his head laying on his pillow. He was laying down.

He also couldn't hear his music that was playing in his dorm. On second thought, he couldn't hear anything at all. He thought at first they might have died, but then again, he didn't feel their familiar weight in his ears. When he reached his fingers to touch them, he found that they weren't there at all.

A slight hum fell from his lips. He was so comfortable... He didn't even care about the strangeness of it all.

He slitted his eyes open again, letting them wander around the room. He actually saw Kacchan walking across, picking up the things that Izuku had dropped. His pencils. His sketchbook. And finally, the blond turned off the lights and climbed into his own bed.

"Mmm.. Goodnight, Kacchan," he hummed almost inaudibly.

If Katsuki heard him or even responded Izuku wouldn't have known. Sleep had pulled him back under, making the whole ordeal feel like some sort of lucid dream.

A steady burn had worked its way into Izuku's lungs. His legs, which were built for this, were on fire. A steady stream of sweat poured down his body. Crap. He was really out of shape. He couldn't believe he'd let himself get this out of shape. Before the semester started, he ran every afternoon. These days, he was lucky if the idea of exercise crossed his mind. He was just so swamped with projects that he couldn't spare it the time.

Apparently the stress pheromones he's been exuding had been too toxic for Kacchan, though, because as soon as he'd woken up for his own run that Saturday morning to see Izuku slumped over his sketchbook at his desk, he'd ordered him to get dressed in something suitable for running.

"And put something on that is sturdier than those shitty red sneakers you always wear, nerd!" Katsuki has ordered.

They were only halfway done with Kacchan's mile and a half loop, and Izuku wanted to keel over and die. Everything about this run was radiating pain and misery and pain. Did he mention pain?

"K-Kacchan!" Izuku wheezed. He found himself doubled over, his hands on his knees as he tried to get air into his lungs without the added burn. "I need a break!"

The blond halted his run and turned to face Izuku. The guy had hardly broken a sweat compared to the buckets Izuku was sweating. God, he was out of shape. On top of that, Katsuki had gotten a good twenty feet ahead of him just ten minutes into the run, and had stayed that way through most of it. Now, he stared back at Izuku with a look filled with both irritation and exasperation. From the corner of his eye, the greenette saw the blond make his way back.

When he was within Izuku's range of hearing, he said, "What the fuck, Deku? Can't even keep up?"

He looked up at the blond gremlin, a pout forming on his lips. "Don't be mean, Kacchan!" he whined. His voice wasn't very strong, especially considering how much fire radiated in his lung. "It's been a while since I've had a good run!"

"Fuck, it seems like it's been a while since you've worked out period and, that's cause you sit on your fuckin' ass all goddamn day watching cartoons," he snapped. "You're fuckin' lazy."

Izuku rolled his eyes. "No, I just have different priorities," he said. "Which might include watching cartoons and eating junk food."

"Yeah, and you wonder why you're gaining fuckin' weight, Deku," Katsuki stated.

"I am not!" he argued.

"Uh huh, and I'm not a fuckin' bomb ass mother fuckin' cook," he said.

Izuku couldn't argue with that one. On more than one occasion, Katsuki had brought home the various foods he'd made from his classes. On the rare occasion that his roommate was feeling particularly generous, he allowed Izuku to sample the food. And holy crap, it was amazing. A heckuva lot better that the microwavable ramen that he'd survived most of the semester off of. But instead of acknowledging that fact, Izuku avoided it completely.

"You know, I've never met someone who can incorporate 'fuck' into a sentence more than you can," Izuku said.

He managed to stand up straight as his breaths became less labored. He used his forearm to brush his sweaty curls from his face and swipe the sweat from his brow.

"That's cause you've never met anyone so fuckin' badass and awesome as me," the blond said.

"Uh huh. Sure, Kacchan," he replied. "I don't know how you do this everyday. I'm spent."

"Like I said, shitty nerd, you're gaining weight and you're lazy," Katsuki said.

Like the gremlin he was, Katsuki leaned in and flicked Izuku smack in the middle of his forehead, earning a glare from the shorter man. He rubbed the spot morosely, his lower lip jutting out. He earned a smirk from the blond.

"I'm not! I used to run track and cross country in community college," he protested.

"Key words, Deku. Used to. You get to Yueii and you get lazy," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Can't be helped. You're just gonna get fat in your life as an artist."

"I will not!" Izuku whined. "My stamina has just taken a hit. I could still beat you in a sprint if I really wanted to."

Katsuki gave him a sarcastic nod of his head. "Uh huh. Sure, Deku," he said, using Izuku's own words from before against him.

Izuku snorted. He doubted he could get Katsuki to go along with him unless he... A mischievous smile curled onto the greenette's lips, which he quickly masked with happiness and straight ass-kissing.

"Well, Kacchan, I know you're obviously the best at what you do, whether it comes cooking or athletics," Izuku said, which earned him a proud and cocksure smirk from Katsuki. "But why don't you humor me with a bet?"

A brief look of surprise crossed the blond's features. His brows shot up past the fringe of his bangs, which hung loose against his forehead from sweat.

"What kinda bet, nerd?" he asked skeptically.

Kacchan was probably smart to be cautious. He knew that Izuku knew about his less than favorable track records with bets. Granted, those losses had been due to something out of his control - chance - but Izuku wasn't going to pass up the chance to take advantage of it. He knew he was out of shape, but he'd give it his all. As it was in the Yueii University motto, he'd go Plus Ultra.

And if Izuku could win this bet, then maybe he could get Katsuki to play truth or dare with him. He had plenty of questions that he was just itching to ask. Like. What his sexual preference was. If he had any crushes on people. His honest opinion of Izuku. Okay, maybe he was pining really hard. He'd grown to like Kacchan a lot over the course of the semester. He had this really abrasive side, but Izuku had quickly learned that he didn't always mean what he said. He was just bad at getting his feelings across. So, maybe if he won, he could get to the heart of some of those things that Katsuki kept all to himself.

"I'm going to run to that tree," he said pointing to a tree that was halfway across the park that their running loop bordered. "You're going to give me a three second headstart. I want you to try and catch me. If I can make it to the tree, I win. If you catch me, you win. Sound easy enough?"

Katsuki glared at him for a moment or two, obviously contemplating whether or not he should accept. The pros were seemingly outweighing the cons.

"What does the winner get?" he asked.

Izuku shrugged. "Whatever they want, obviously barring anything illegal, sexual, or would otherwise get us expelled from the University."

Katsuki averted his eyes away at the word sexual, and Izuku would have missed it completely if the blond's exerted face didn't turn an even deeper shade of red than it already was from their exercise. Kacchan very obviously got flustered by sexual talk. That much was obviously from the game night just last week.

"Can it be cashed in at any time?" he finally settled on.

"Yeah! Of course," Izuku replied. He held out his hand. "Do we have a bet?"

"We have a bet," Katsuki conceded, taking Izuku's hand in his own to shake on the terms and conditions.

"Alright. I get a three seconds head start," Izuku said as he shook out his limbs.

"Time to go rabbit hunting," he heard the blond said, stretching out his own appendages.

Heat pooled across Izuku's face. Now was not the time to get flustered! But he couldn't help it when Katsuki called him a bunny. Not that he'd said it in any way that was endearing. He was actually being a little dark about it.

Izuku shook his head and immediately bolted. His lungs weren't protesting as hard this time as he took off into a full sprint toward the tree he'd pointed out earlier, but the dull ache was still there and steadily building. He only had to make it to the tree. He could do this. He could get away from Katsuki.

But one glance behind him really drove home the fact that he needed to get back in shape. He'd been at least fifteen feet ahead of Katsuki when his three seconds dwindled down, but the blond was quickly gaining. The quick glanced back showed his features schooled into a mask of both determination and competitiveness.

And before he knew what was happening, Izuku was being tackled to the ground. His back collided with the grass, knocking all of the air from his lungs. He wheezed where he lay, his eyes staring up at the sky. The branches of the very tree he was supposed to touch swayed in the gentle breeze of the warm day, mocking him. He'd been so damn close, but Katsuki had managed to catch him. Speaking of the blond. He was on top of Izuku, straddling his hips with his knees. His hands were on either side of Izuku's head. Katsuki's chest heaved up and down from the exertion of the sprint. His breaths were coming out fast and staggered.

And the press of Kacchan's hips. God. That little bit of pressure sent a wave of heat toward his abdomen. Crap. That was the last thing that he needed - for Kacchan to realize the chub he'd suddenly begun to sport. The blond did nothing to make matters better, either. Not that he would want to. Izuku swore that Katsuki made it his mission to make his life a helluva lot harder.

Kacchan flashed him a devilish grin that made the greenette's heart stutter in his chest and his head feel woozy.

Katsuki leaned in close to Izuku. He could feel his warm breath grazing the outer shell of his ear. He could almost feel his lips against his skin, but he was just a hair's breadth away.

"Looks like I've caught the bunny," he said softly. Softer than he'd ever heard Kacchan speak, and, god, did it make his head spin.

And then he was gone, pushing away from the ground. He left Izuku feeling a torrent of emotions. Confusion. Attraction. Irritation. Desire. God, what was Katsuki doing to him? He was generally bad at keeping his emotions in check, off of his features where they could so easily be read. But the blond gremlin that was stretching out his limbs in front of him had taken all of the practice he'd done with schooling his emotions over the years and stomped it straight into the dirt. He forced Izuku to wear them proudly on his sleeve despite not wanting them there.

And worst of all, he couldn't be sure if the flush on his cheeks or the pounding of his heart was from the run or from the compromising position Katsuki had pinned him in. If it was the former, he had plans to get back on a normal workout routine as soon as possible. If it was the latter... Well, he'd just have to hope it would happen again.

A/N/: If anyone is interested, here is who I figured would say which answer for the Game of Things. Also. The game is real. It's super fun! Check it out.

Thou shalt party all day, everyday. -Kirishima

Thou shalt not disgrace All Might. -Katsuki

Thou shalt not add any new commandments to the Ten Commandments. -Iida

Thou shalt not wear jorts. -Jirou

Thou shalt not call Bakugou anything other than Bakugou. -Izuku

Thou shalt learn to twerk. -Ashido

Thou shalt punch Mineta Minoru each time he acts like a womanizer. -Todoroki

Thou shalt never skip a leg day. -Yoarashi

Thou shalt make the electric slide the National song for every country in the world -Kaminari

Thou shalt not have a better ass than Midoriya. -Ochako

Thanks for reading!