Deku had been studying in his dorm, prepping long and hard for their third year end of year exam instead of out goofing around on a friday night. This was the one, the test that was so very important.
He was pulled from a string of stutters that he hadn't even realized he'd been stuck in when he heard a loud knock on the door of his dorm. "I- uh, one second!" He yelled, scrambling to his feet and opening the door with a wide smile.
He was a bit taken aback when he realized it was Bakugo. "Oh, uh- Hi Kacchan." He said, smiling up at crimson eyes. "What seems to be the problem?" He always assumed Kacchans presence was in relation to trouble of some sort.
Bakugo's cheeks were tinted a blushy pink, but Izuku was oblivious to the fact. "Tomorrow at one, meet me outside so we can go to dinner." He gulped, feeling the nerves bubble up in his stomach. "I-its a date." He clarified before walking off without another word. Did that really just happen? Did he really stutter?? Damn, that nerd was really getting in his head. It was all starting to hit him as he rushed back to his room. He laid in bed, getting almost no sleep that night.
Deku stood at his door, astonished. What was all that about?? "What the fuck just happened?" He mumbled to himself. He went back into his room and stared at the ceiling, also getting zero shut eye.
The next morning, Deku woke up sort of late, only haven got to sleep at about 1:30. He was thinking the whole time, and as soon as he woke, the thoughts flooded his mind once more.
He snatched his phone from his bed side table, quickly dialing Ururaka. Sure, she was only down a floor but he didn't want anyone to hear the conversation they were about to have and he was certainly not going to venture into a girls dorm. His face flushed just at the thought. Sure, he was Bi and he'd been in many of the boy's rooms, but it was different, he felt like he was disrespecting their privacy. Irrational? Probably, but he would stick to his morals anyway.
He felt like it rang for hours before she bubbly girl finally answered. He let out a sigh of relief as her cute little voice rang through the phone. "Deku-kun? Is everything alright? What's up?" She could barely finish her sentence before Izuku let out an unknown sound of distress and began to gush everything on his mind. "He asked me on a date. A date! Kacchan!" His voice was unreasonably high, as he flailed his arms, staring up at the ceiling with his phone on speaker. "It has to be a joke right? There's no way-" he trailed off, his voice getting quieter as his imagination got the best of him. His already rosey cheeks turned even darker. He shook his head, letting out a sigh when Ochako's voice could be heard once more. "Yeah, it's Bakugo after all." She paused for a moment, seemingly thinking and Deku could see in his imagination the cute little thinking pout she always wore when she thought hard. "You're probably right, but maybe you should play with him a little for once." Deku's brows knitted together as he looked at the phone, in question. As if knowing what he was about to ask, she began to elaborate. "Maybe go on the date anyway. Mess with him before he can mess with you. Give him a taste of his own medicine." His slowly cooling cheeks, turned red once more in embarrassment. "I don't know about that Uraraka-san, what if it goes badly. I don't want to make Kacchan upset, and I don't even know if I'm capable of t-teasing." He said that last word quietly, like he should be ashamed that it even came out of his mouth. "Oh I know you can! He deserves it Deku! It's just a little harmless play. Come on!" She encouraged, well, more like pushed. He couldn't say no to her little "Please Deku-kun??"s He couldnt help but have a soft spot for the rosey cheeked girl. "Fine." He said, in an exasperated sigh. "I guess I should get ready then."
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Deku looked at himself in the mirror. He wore a simple white T-shirt with a dorky print on the front, his arm band underneath and peaking out from the sleeve. I stead of his usual basketball shorts, though, he wore fitted black jeans with small rips in the knees, nothing too crazy though. This was a fake date after all, so he didn't want to get too dolled up. He sported his same red sneakers, now much more worn and raggedy but he couldn't make himself toss them out.
Finally making it out to the front of the dormitory, there stood Kacchan.
The blonde wore similar jeans but they were slightly baggier and equipped with far larger rips, and a dark burgundy v-neck hugged his torso just right. Izuku couldn't help the pink that dusted his freckled cheeks form the sight in front of him. There was no denying that Kacchan was absolutely gorgeous in anything, let alone such a flattering outfit. He couldn't help but think he was really going all out with this whole ordeal. "Hi Kacchan." The greenete finally spoke after an inward ramble of how nice the other looked.
The blonde glanced just slightly up, red eyes meeting green ones. Over the three years, the freckled boy had managed to just barely out grow the blonde, in height and overall structure. It was a neck and neck race up until the last summer, when Izuku finally hit that six foot mark, leaving Katsuki back down at 5'8. Everyone seemed to notice the drastic difference, except for Izuku, he would always see his Kacchan as perfect and strong. "You're late." The blonde grumbled, crossing his arms stubbornly. Izuku glanced at his all might watch and back to the blonde with a sympathetic smile, realizing he really was almost ten minutes late. Perhaps he debated what to wear and if he should even show for a bit too long. "Sorry." He said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "So, uh- what exactly are we doing?" Izuku questioned, trying to branch out from the topic of his tardiness. The blonde's gruff tone rang through his ears once more. "Lunch." He stated plainly, before turning and starting towards the gate.
Izuku stumbled after him, catching up quickly with his slightly longer legs. Even in similar height, Katsuki had shorter legs, which he made up for with his stretched torso; a feature Deku had most certainly noted in his 'hero analysis'.
He said nothing more, following the blonde blindly as his mind began to wonder for the thousandth time that morning.
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They sat in a homey little hole in the wall, one that, according to Katsuki, had 'great Katsu-don'. Did he really remember his favorite? Did he really pay enough attention all these years, even after declaring his hatred for him, to remember his choice meal? He figured it had to be a coincidence.
After ordering there food, there was an awkward silence, but luckily their food came quickly. Though, Deku did take the opportunity to, quite frankly, stare at tge other who gazed out the window, taking note of the pink spread across his cheeks, which he left up to coincidence again. Maybe he was warm.
The silence became less awkward as they now had an excuse, too busy stuffing their faces to care. Evidently neither of them had eaten breakfast.
Taking the opportunity of finishing first, Katsuki spoke up. Rather than his usual snappy self, he spoke almost quietly and his glare was less harsh, though still present. He practically bombarded the freckled boy with questions, but they were all simple chit chat. Like, 'was the food good?' 'Have you been studying?' All that of two friends. It was starting to get on his nerves, just what was his goal here? To be a total douche, more than usual? Constantly belittling him, though it had gotten significantly better over the years, was that not enough any more? They weren't really 'friends' persay, but they were on good terms! What changed now? Of course the possibility that this wasn't actually a joke crossed his mind, but that wasn't true, couldn't be. Kacchan would never return his feelings.
He hadn't even bothered to tease him back like he'd planned, he was too annoyed. It pissed him off. They were finally getting to a somewhat healthy relationship when he goes and pjlls a gag like this. His idea was truly genius, using his obvious crush against him, but that was just cruel, toying with his emotions like that.
When Bakugo began to compliment him, he sighed, a bored expression crossing his face. What was he even getting out of this? Why did he come? This was pointless. He wasn't getting back at Kacchan, he had just given him a chance to hit him where it hurt. He was a fool. He rolled his eyes as Katsuki muttered the words. 'I'm sorry.' The blonde needed not elaborate, he knew exactly what he was referencing and that crossed the line. Pretending to apologize for years of torture? Too far. Izuku scoffed, holding up his hand to stop the blonde from going further. "Enough." He spoke gruffly, firmly, the anger audible in his voice. "Just stop Kacchan. This is really pathetic, y'know? Don't patronize me. I knew you were an ass, but this- this is just next level." Katsuki was speechless. The way Izuku used his nickname in such different context, one drastically different from the childish sentiment that he was so familiar with. Even Deku didn't know he had that in him. He had never actually stood up to Kacchan like that, and though he swore on occasion when frustration got the best of him, he never swore at people. It was too rude.
Kaysuki stood quickly, his chair shooting back slightly with a squeal, successfully catching Deku's attention as he stared up at the blonde in confusion. He sported an angry glare, his face red and hands clenched into tight fists, his fingernails likely digging into his palms. "Fuck you! He yelled. "If you didn't want to go out with me you should have said so! You didn't have to make fun of me and ruin the whole night." He played tge part of anger well, but Izuku heard the way he choked on his words, his voice cracking slightly at the end before he darted out of the restaurant. Izuku was speechless. What had he done? This was a real date? Kacchan actually requited his feelings? He actually apologized. A wave of guilt crashed over him like a tsunami, enough to make him feel like the worst person in the world as eyes burned holes in the back of his head. Oh god.
Luckily they had paid when they ordered, leaving Deku free to dash out after him without being chased by and angry cook who had been gypped his pay.
He darted out the door, looking from side to side as he tried to see which way the blonde had ran.
Bakugo dashed out the door, walking quickly in the direction of their home. He kept an angry face, even as he felt the tears that had bubbled up, spill out and cascade down his scorching cheeks.
He quickly wiped them away with balled fists. This wasn't fair. Deku wasn't supposed to make him cry. Who did he think he was?? Ugh! He just wanted to scream, cry, throw a fucking tantrum in the middle of the street! Deku shouldn't have this much power over him he-
His clenched eyes shot open as a strong hand grasped his shoulder. He whipped around, puffy red eyes stared up at green ones through dampened blonde bangs. He quickly shrugged him off, swatting harshly at his arm when he tried to put it back, the sound of skin hitting skin sounded like it hurt, it would likely leave a stinging hand print for a while.
Deku opened his mouth to speak, worry and panic spread across his face. "Don't!" Katsuki spat. He was angry, seething, but tears still poured out of his eyes, his breathing shaky as to keep in a shuddering sob.
"Kacchan pelase-" he reached out again and Katsuki swatted at him again but this time Deku fought back, continuously grabbing at nothing until he grasped both his wrists, tugging him forward to look into his eyes. Deku's eyes matched his; pink and puffy with dried trails of salt staining his pink and freckled cheeks. His voice was shaky, little gasps in between when he choked on a sob. "Kacchan look at me!" He begged as Katsuki's eyes squeezed shut, tears still coming out in a steady stream. "Look at me." He begged, this time much quieter, a plea. Katsuki regretfully opened his eyes. "Kacchan I didn't mean to upset you! Well, I did, I guess-" he started to mumble but quickly pulled himself out, looking back to the blonde. "I- I thought it was a prank! I thought you would never return my feelings but we were in a good place and then I thought you were messing with me so, so I got really hurt and upset and I wanted to-" he stoped, closing his eyes and sighing. "I'm sorry. So, so, sorry." He sniffled and looked back to a speechless Katsuki, a tiny smile curved the corner of his lips. "I love you Kacchan."
Kacchan pulled his wrists from Izuku's loosened grip, quickly wrapping them around his neck, and for a second Deku was worried he was going to blow him up, he would take it, he deserved it, but instead, he was pulled closer and a pair of strangely soft lips collided with his own.
He was startled for a moment, his eyes widening momentarily until he saw Kacchan's face. His eyes were closed, cheeks tinted a blushie pink and he looked so- calm. He finally kissed back, wrapping his arms tightly around the blondes ridiculously cinched waist, to which Bakugo practically became putty in his grasp. Deku felt, light? Maybe it was an adrenaline rush from the fact that he was actually kissing Kacchan, Kacchan!! Whatever it was though, he never wanted it to end, it was better than any buzz that any drug could ever give, it was perfect. He could live in this moment forever and be happy. But, like all good things, it soon came to an end and the boys were left staring at each other. Kacchans lips were wet and puffy from the kiss and he looked- absolutely blissed. "Kaccha-" he started, a grin creeping onto his face as he looked at the beautiful blonde. Katsuki's hand clasped over his mouth but he was still smiling like an idiot. "I love you more nerd."