"AND THE KARASUNO CROWS SCORE!"
"WHOOOO!"
The crowd goes wild, half the arena erupting in cheers while the other half groans in defeat. Thankfully, Bakugou and Midoriya were on the cheering side.
"FUCK YEAH!" Katsuki stands up and pumps his fist in the air.
Izuku is sitting beside him and clapping politely. He's not a big fan of ice hockey and is therefore not too invested in either team, so he decided to just root for whichever team Kacchan supported-which happened to be the one that was currently winning.
"Rooolling THUNDER!" Karasuno's defense cried out, shooting the puck straight away from their net and onto an offensive player on the Nekoma Cats side.
He sounds a lot like Kacchan. Izuku notes.
"HELL YEAH! FUCKING KILL THEM!"
…A more tame Kacchan. He corrects himself. He feels a tug on his wrist just moments after the thought.
"C'mon Deku, you're supposed to shout with me." Katsuki says, pulling him up by the hand.
"Oh, um-" Izuku fumbles for a moment before cupping his other hand around his mouth.
"W-WHOO! YEAH! GO KARA-Kara, Karauno?"
Katsuki laughs and Izuku melts.
"Close enough." He says fondly before raising their interlocked fingers in the air.
Izuku smiles through the furious blush on his face. He wasn't a big ice hockey fan, but he was beyond elated to just be here with Kacchan. The teen had somehow won premium tickets through a radio contest and insisted that Deku went with him.
It kinda feels like a date… The freckled boy thought, gripping the collar of his jersey-a matching set with the blonde beside him.
A middle aged man from the row below them suddenly turned around and glared at them, specifically at Bakugou.
"Hey asshole, ya wanna pipe down? I'm getting sick of your obnoxious yells."
"The fuck?" Katsuki scowls, "Everyone's yelling in here old man, it's what you do at a sports tournament."
"Well none of 'em are screamin' right into my ears."
"I'm nowhere near your ears, how you gonna say that when your fucking toupe is level to my balls?"
"Kacchan, settle down." Izuku lightly squeezes his hand, not wanting to start a fight. Katsuki wasn't having it though.
"No, there's literally hundreds of people doing the same in here, what the hell is he singling me out for?"
"Oh my god." The man snorted out a vicious, spiteful little laugh.
"He calls you Kacchan? Jesus Christ, you two are even bigger fags then I thought."
Izuku tensed while Bakugou's eyes narrowed.
"What, did you just call us?"
"You heard me faggot."
The people around them were quickly scattering out of their seats as Katsuki lunged forward and tackled the homophobic man. He held a sparking hand to the homophobe's face, just inches away from making contact. Someone in the distance called for the guards.
"You wanna repeat that again?"
"Pfft, what are you talking about? All I did was kindly ask you to quiet down and you attacked me, a 40 year old man with no offensive quirk." He smirked. "Gosh, kids these days. Think they can do whatever they like just because they have quirks like-what is that? Explosions? HA! How perfect for a flaming queer."
Bakugou's fingers clenched into a fist but remained where they were. He gritted his teeth, beyond pissed and frustrated since he knew he couldn't do anything to a civilian-no matter how much of a despicable human being they were. God, how he wanted to pound that smug expression off him. Red eyes glared daggers at the ugly face before noticing the lopsided mess of "hair" sliding off his head.
He grabbed the cheap wig and set it aflame.
"AHHHHHH!" The man covered his bald head and screamed, "YOU BRAT! THAT COSTS MORE THAN MY RENT!"
Bakugou only cackled and tossed the ashes in his face, "Christ, you must live in a dump. How perfect for trash like you."
"Kacchan," Izuku shook his shoulder frantically, "We gotta go. Now."
Katsuki glanced up and saw a tall muscular man with 'security' labeled on his hat, headed right their way.
"Aw shit."
"YOU TWO! STOP RIGHT THERE!"
The wonder duo hightailed it out of there while the bald man cried over his lost hair.
The two ran down an empty hallway, security guard hot on their trail, when they rounded a corner and spotted an open janitor's closet. They went inside and swiftly closed the door. Footsteps soon ran past them and into the void.
Katsuki snickered, "What a moron."
"Kacchan that's not nice, he's just trying to do his job."
"And failing at it."
Izuku sighed, not really feeling up to chastising the other right now. "Whatever. Let's go before we miss the rest of the match."
He twisted the doorknob. It wouldn't turn.
...Why was he getting a strange feeling of déjà vu right now?
He jerked the knob a couple more times, each more violent than the last.
"Door's locked?" Bakugou asked.
"Yup."
"Ok, what genius thought to make doors lock from the outside? Fucking ridiculous."
"Ughh. Great." Izuku groaned, sliding down to the floor, "No one's gonna come down this hallway until the game's over, and that's at least an hour later."
"Might be sooner." Katsuki mimics Izuku's moves, taking a seat beside a shelf of cleaning supplies.
"Public bathrooms are a mess so the janitor will probably find us in like, ten minutes." He says, eyeing the rolls of toilet paper next to him.
"Yeah, I guess." Midoriya agreed. The situation really sucked though. Kacchan had been so excited for this match and now they couldn't even see the end of it, all because of a random asshole.
How are people still homophobic these days? It's the 21st century for god's sake, I thought we got over that in the 90's? The green haired boy frowned. However, despite the horrible exchange that took place, it made him consider something he's never put much thought into before,
Is Kacchan even interested in guys?
….
"Why do you look so glum all of a sudden?"
Izuku straightened and shot an uneasy smile at the blonde, "Oh, no reason. I was just thinking, it's a bummer you have to miss out on the match."
Katsuki shrugged, "I don't really care as long as you're with me."
The green haired boy turned red and looked away. Katsuki smirked, a familiar feeling of pride settling into his stomach. The cocky smirk slowly faded away into a softer look as he watched the adorable teen fiddle with the fabric of his jersey.
Bakugou has been having a lot of trouble with his feelings over the last few days. As he spent more time with Izuku, he found it increasingly harder to resist those freckles. When he first discovered his crush on Deku, he was determined to just forget about it-Deku deserves a lot better, not an asshole like me-but how the fuck could he move on now, when he has so many happy memories ingrained in his head?
And some not so great ones…
Katsuki's heart ached in his chest as he remembered how the other had held onto him after his nightmare, how scared and vulnerable he looked...there was no way he could just push Deku away over a silly little crush after that. Yet-this crush might not be so silly or little later on if he kept this up. It already felt like he was falling too deep.
That's why he's come to a resolution.
He wouldn't hurt Deku by avoiding him, but he wouldn't let himself get too close either. Katsuki will stay as a good, loyal friend. Mayyyybe he'll jokingly flirt with him once in a while to satiate his unhealthy need to see Deku's cute flustered face-but that's it! Nothing more than that. He'll never cross the line into relationship territory.
Izuku coughed and spoke up, "What do you wanna do while we wait?"
"What the hell can we do in here?"
"Hmm, maybe we can play a game. Any suggestions?"
The blonde grins devilishly, "Seven minutes in Heaven?"
He really couldn't resist.
"Wha-NO! Kacchan be serious." Izuku squeaks out, nervously pulling at his clothes.
Adorable ass shitnerd.
"Ok fine. What about 20 questions?"
"Oh, like we played in All Might's class!"
Katsuki nodded.
They briefly played the game at the beginning of the school year as a way to get to know each other and build camaraderie; Bakugou didn't remember a damn thing his classmates said but he remembers Izuku's answers for some reason.
My favorite color's red!
My favorite food's Katsudon!
As useful as that info was, maybe he can learn some more personal facts about Deku this time…
"Okay, I'll start! Um…" Izuku looked up in thought.
"What's your favorite show?"
"Boring."
"Ah, I've never heard of that-"
"No. Your question is boring. Ask something else."
Midoriya pouted, "I thought it was interesting…" He murmured to himself. "Ok, umm...if you could have any quirk in the world, what would it be?"
"That one's just dumb. Mine obviously."
Izuku rolled his eyes. "How about you show me what a smart and interesting question would be then?"
Bakugou leaned back into a more comfortable position, knees pulled up to his chest and arms draped atop them, "Alright. What's something you've never told anyone before?"
"All Might gave me his powe-"
"NO. I already know that-"
"I never told you though."
"...Fucking technicalities, fine! Your turn! Ask an interesting question like that..." Katsuki grumbled angrily, annoyed since he really wanted to know something new about the other.
Izuku stayed silent for a while, thinking about what types of questions he could ask. Green eyes lit up when he thought of one, but….he wasn't sure how Kacchan would react to such a question...
He did just try to make me reveal my deepest darkest secret, is it really so bad if I ask..?
A shiver ran down his spine and he rubbed his arms up and down to ward off the creeping cold. He gnawed on his bottom lip, contemplating the pros and cons.
Pro: He'd finally get an answer, after years of curiosity.
Con: Kacchan would most likely explodo-murder him.
"Just spit it out Deku. You can ask me anything, I don't care."
Welp, here goes nothing.
He took a deep breathe before asking,
"Isthereanyoneyoulike?"
.
.
.
Bakugou blinked owlishly. He stared at Izuku for what seemed like forever.
Then, he bashfully averted his gaze and nodded, a subtle pink in his cheeks.
Izuku's eyes grew wide and his heart skipped several beats. This was not what he expected at all.
Kacchan's blushing. He likes someone. He admitted it.
"Who-"
"Not saying. And anyway it's my turn."
Izuku opened his mouth to protest but decided against it. He wrapped his arms tighter around himself and curled into a ball. Red eyes trailed over his trembling frame.
"Are you cold?" Katsuki asked, surprising the other with his observation.
"That's not a very interesting question." Midoriya replied, half joking half avoiding.
"You're right Deku. Maybe a better question would be WHY THE FUCK AREN'T YOU WEARING LONG SLEEVES!? YOU JUST GOT OVER A COLD!"
"I w-was going to! But a sweater felt too warm to wear!"
"Really? Where'd you figure that? At my house? With the heater on?"
"...Four questions in a row is not allowed."
Bakugou glared daggers.
If looks could kill...
"You're such a dumbass. Shut up and c'mere." Katsuki grunted, gesturing in a come hither motion. Izuku tilted his head in confusion, he looked at Kacchan's right side, then his left; each were occupied by stacks of toilet paper and bottles of lysol.
"Where?"
Katsuki parted his legs and patted the empty spot in between.
"Here. I'll warm you up."
"..."
"..."
"What're you-why-oh. OH. NO! ARE YOU CRAZY!?" Izuku practically screeches as he gets the wrong idea in his head.
"GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER, I'M NOT GONNA DO ANYTHING WEIRD!" Katsuki yelled at his assumption. He then goes on to explain, "My body's naturally-or unnaturally warm 'cause of my quirk, the closer you are the less cold you'll be, obviously. Jeez, you'd think your over-sized nerd brain would get that but apparently not."
"Oh." Izuku says, dumbfounded.
That's still...too much.. He thought in embarrassment, butterflies swirling in his stomach.
"Get over here already." Bakugou demanded.
The freckled boy hesitated before slowly crawling towards the other. He carefully took a seat in between his crush's knees, keeping his own limbs as close to himself as possible as he tried his best to not make contact with Katsuki's legs or chest. Bakugou rolled his eyes at the cautious behavior and abruptly pulled him back by the midsection, earning a flustered squeak from the other.
"Better now?" The blonde asked, warm covered arms wrapped around his exposed ones.
Izuku focused his gaze on Kacchan's black sleeves and nodded, heart hammering wildly in his chest.
"Good."
They both fell silent then, unsure of what else to say next.
The smaller teen fidgeted slightly in his seat before he worked up the courage to whisper, "...K-Kacchan?"
"...Yeah Deku?" He lowered his voice to match his volume, for some reason that set Izuku's nerves even more aflame.
"The p-person you l-like..." He stammered, pausing in between breathes.
"Is it a s-she...or he?"
"...He." The blonde quietly responded.
Izuku's face lit up into a burning red, hyper aware of the arms tightening around him.
"Is it-"
"No guessing allowed."
"..Okay."
Slowly,
Ever so slowly,
He bought a hand up to grip Katsuki's forearm.
"It's the s-same for me..." He shakily admits.
He felt Katsuki's head turn then and he could just imagine the puzzled look on the other's features, trying to decipher the meaning behind his words. He figures Kacchan more or less understood though since Izuku could feel his heart speed up against his back.
An overwhelming amount of anxiety and hope filled each of them.
"Deku-"
The door suddenly slammed open.
"I can't believe the nerve of that janitor, telling me to restock the woman's bathroom myself, what's his job for th-Deku?" Uraraka stopped mid step, fairly confused. Iida stood in tow behind her, adjusting his glasses.
"What are you doing in here, and whose that behind y-OH MY GOD!"
"MIDORIYA! THE JANITOR'S CLOSET IS NOT AN APPROPRIATE PLACE FOR SUCH ACTIVITIES-!"
"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT-!"
Hope u guys enjoyed this chapter ;)
New stories-The Talk, Is Kissing the Homies Gay, and Moonlight. Last story is rated M but it's mild compared to other M works.
Until next time, Ciao!