Chapter 1

Thursday

Two days had passed, the euphoria on Izuku's side had subsided somewhat, and everyday life had caught up with them. To an outsider, it seemed as if nothing special had ever happened over the weekend.
It wasn't a bad daily routine, but if he was honest with himself, he had hoped that things would change between them on a larger scale. Holding hands unseen, maybe a kiss or two during breaks, hiding behind lockers, ... but no such thing. They had hardly had any time for each other in the last two days. And the way they wrote each other messages was in no way different from the way they had written each other in the past weeks or months.

They had kissed in the park the last time, and if Izuku wasn't so sure that had really happened, you might also think he was just having a very long, realistic dream.

Bakugou hadn't been directly distant the next two days, but he hadn't sought his company at any time either. Midoriya had noticed that the other was observing his surroundings more attentively than before. He seemed to notice that there were several people at the school, apart from Izuku who was directly around him, who seemed to be interested in him. And with concern, Izuku had realised that he didn't like it. It seemed that with his offer to date Kacchan, he had opened the Pandora's box called 'Katsuki's libido'.

All of it had changed his body language.

He already had a very magnetic manner about him before, but by now he seemed to realise what he could achieve with it. How this had escaped him before was a mystery to Izuku. However, the fact that the blond now knew he was flirting was an anomaly Izuku had not planned for in his plan. In his mind there were many roads to Rome, but on the road they were both alone and in no way had he planned for the blonde to attract so much attention in the process. And enjoying it.

Whenever someone stranger approached the blond, Izuku tried to make himself rare without attracting too much attention... but basically, he wanted to nag, drive the other away and assert his place - but that was precisely his problem. He had no assigned place in Katsuki's miraculous life. He had the commitment for a few dates, to which he only needed a day and a timeslot. But after all those intense emotions had burst out over the weekend, and the school environment once again surrounded them like a big grey hedge in a maze, his courage was also rather small again, ..as usual.

But even if he hadn't found a real place in the other's live for himself yet, he was definitely buzzing (for years) in the cosmos that revolved around the wild ball of fire. Trapped by overwhelming attraction. And despite his new, flirtatious nature, the core of his character hadn't changed in a week, of course, and he was still a fire-breathing piece of shit when he felt like it.

Bakugou was also still the bully of the class, and Midoriya the shield between him and innocent younger students. That was something like his life's destiny, but didn't really come close to a 'place'.
Since that week, it felt like the domineering grips on his shoulders and upper arms were less vicious, but the very fact that they still happened to him hurt in a melancholic way. On the other hand, Midoriya didn't know who else would protectively stand in front of the new students at school- who had accidentally spilled their orange juice too close to Bakugou's expensive shoes. How would they know?

"Believe me when I tell you to stay away from him for this one month that he is still at school. It'll save you a lot of trouble."He advised, ignoring the feeling of triumph as the other boy slowly moved away from them. Even though there was no danger from him, it was one fewer pair of eyes that lingered on his potential boyfriend.
The boy, one of the lowest grade, nodded uncertainly and looked over his shoulder at the pissed-off teenager. The half-empty sticky orange juice bottle quivered in his hand.

"Do you want me to shove your filthy hands up your arse, or why are you giving me that wait-and-see look?"

Izuku shook his head, clicked his tongue and pushed the boy, who would otherwise spent the rest of the break in shock, past him without another word. Standing between the two, he lowered his gaze kindly to the small face.

"Enjoy the rest of the break. And look- right. In the other direction. Now hush of you go."

"How are we supposed to teach these disgusting peas to behave if you interfere every time, fucking loser?"

Bakugou narrowed his eyes and Midoriya returned the look. That was the one and biggest difference from Thursday last week- to Thursday, today. The menacing gleam in the taller one' s eyes lacked the destructive effect. The intention to hurt him. He felt provocation and irritation in the other's posture, but that had always had a special effect on his lower body. With tilted head and bared teeth, a "smartass" was muttered back at him, then the blond turned his back on him and Midoriya sighed.
Frustration, the latest addition to the arsenal of emotions that accompanied him 24/7, spoke up.

We are at school. Of course he doesn't risk being seen with me. Of course it upsets him when I interfere with his things. But it feels like nothing has changed - which isn't true. Something has changed. He has changed a little, but it's not enough.

Since Tuesday, the desire to be near the other had increased to an extent that even Izuku felt creepy by now. He seemed so close, but still not close enough to satisfy the longing for touch in his heart. Almost by the second, his brain took him to empty classrooms, empty hallways, or tight spaces between the equipment in the gym where no one would ever see them, and plagued him with forbidden images. He only gave in to temptation 4/10 of the time and closed his eyes for a brief moment.

"You're not teaching them anything, you're just scaring them."

"Fear is an important survival mechanism."

"Not at school!"

"Especially at school. If you don't set their bones straight here, they'll limp their whole lives."

"What's that?" laughed Izuku, wavering between irritated and amused.

"Even you finally have a backbone."

"And you think I got that from your hard handling?"

"Can't have hurt."

"You're impossible."

"You mean irresistible."

The butterflies Izuku thought had settled back down for the time being chased up, ramming against each other almost painfully. His stomach did a somersault.

"Incredible," he breathed, and Katsuki looked at his whimsical, warm face.

"Lunch is on me. Come."

The smile broke out on his lips like the first rays of sunshine of the day. Katsuki had already taken a few steps towards the school gate when Midoriya realised that the welcome pressure in his chest was his courage.

"Hey, Kacchan!" it burst out of him, he took a leap forward and tried to hold him by the upper arm with his hand. The other threw a surprised glance over his shoulder, but didn't stop. Midoriya had not expected any other reaction.
He had to keep in mind that the Katsuki he dreamed of was NOT the one he met during the day. Precisely because of this, he had to keep a clear head. And keep calm. Bakugou had handed him an olive branch. And he would use it.

"What are you doing tonight?" he finally asked too impulsively and looked up at the sky. The sun was glistening brightly directly above them, not a cloud in sight, and he squinted his eyes protectively.

"Training, like every Thursday." How. Could. He. Forget. About. That. He took a breath and expelled it through his nose.

"Right. And tomorrow?"

"The football match..?." The last one of the season. The last match of their school days. Scouts. THE match in town, for which the redhead had been preparing intensely for months. Today was truly not his smartest day.
Midoriya lowered his head minimally and pondered. Would it be pathetic to ask about Saturday now too? Definitely. But if he had the day off, and then made a point of doing something just because he hadn't asked directly now-.

"Saturday works."

"Yes! Date-night on Saturday. Finally!" he gushed, before realising that wasn't even a question. Had he been thinking out loud?

A smug grin crept onto Katsuki's features and he looked Izuku's face up and down for a moment. His eyebrows were raised and his eyes shone happily. The sun stealing through his fringes set grass-green highlights to the moss-green patches that lay in the shadows. He grinned in waiting, his cheeks reddened by a slight sunburn. Endurance training at midday was an annual challenge for his skin. He averted his eyes as he felt the tip of his ears begin to warm. He decided to ignore it for now.

"I want the whole day." He remarked curtly.

For two days he had felt like a slow smouldering fire. Set alight but not fed enough oxygen to really ignite. One evening wasn't enough to quench the curiosity that moment outside the park had sparked in him. The thirst for the tingle under his taste of years of adoration from the other. Attraction. Jealousy. The physical reaction of his entire body to the smaller one before him. He gritted his teeth and swallowed hard.

Green eyebrows raised, he gracefully, almost effortlessly dodged a fellow student and together they left the school grounds. Izuku, completely untroubled and innocent, adjusted his jacket and leaned forward a little as he walked to get a better look at the guy next to him. Red eyes were directed forward, but a bold smile played around his lips. He was obviously serious. Katsuki wanted a full day. With him.

"Okay. I don't mind." Hushed Izuku, unable to avert his gaze. "I got time."

"I assumed you would." Snapped the blond back dismissively, watching the street.

Izuku's head rolled over with words, with images of them playing Playstation, riding bikes, going swimming, his legs only finding their way through the daily lunch break routine without him having to pay attention to the road. Moreover, every classmate avoided the side of the road Katsuki Bakugou walked along, for the sake of their personal peace. Once again he realised how lucky he actually was. The wind blew warmly into his face and he clasped his hands behind his back. The tension left his body and joy made him smile happily.

"When do we meet?" he wanted to know casually, deftly avoiding a large black dumpster that stood in the middle of the pavement. Katsuki briefly swerved into the street for him, pursed his lips and thought for a moment. He rubbed his hands together, stepped back beside Izuku on the pavement and turned to face him.

"Around ten? In the morning" he suggested "Come over as soon as you're awake enough." He narrowed his eyes against the sun.

"What are you up to all day?" came Izuku's question. Had he made a plan in such a short time? He glanced sideways to his left, but flinched as Bakugou put his hands on his shoulders in the same second and stopped him in his tracks. Under the undisguised attention of his crush, he suddenly felt like a defenceless piece of meat in the butcher's display. He bit his lips.

"Quite a few things."

He registered the small shadowy cove where the dumpster must otherwise have been, or he would have resisted the hard shove that abruptly followed. He watched as Katsuki peered briefly in both directions of the street like a hoodlum movie, then hastily closed in on him. Izuku was resolutely hoisted against the wall in the shadows by Katsuki and kept down as the other leaned towards him. Bakugou towered over him, licking his front teeth and lips, and Izuku's long-established train of thought crashed gloriously into the nearest wall. His eyes widened, his pupils grew large and dark. What. What. What. happening -here what?

This was the very first time the blonde had initiated something like this, and the Izuku miniature version operating the projector with the P-18 scenes in his head put his remote control aside approvingly to watch what would happen.

An impeccably maintained Nike trainer was precisely jammed against the wall at the highest point between his legs and Katsuki, limber as he was, bent past his knee to his eye level. His mouth was impossibly close. Full lips, white teeth. So impossibly close. Too close to formulate coherent thoughts. The toe of the shoe between his legs nudged the underside of his buttocks. Izuku winced minimally, his breath leaving him in bursts. He would melt here. Any second now. He sucked in the air, pursed his lips, and turned his head to the side-his palms just inches from his friend's pecs, raised in the air. Katsuki did not take his eyes off him.

Completely instinctively, Izuku had braced himself on tiptoe to avoid contact between their bodies at that point, thus leaning inadvertently towards the other. Despite everything, his mind was spinning around the shoe that, after being pushed a little higher, touched the entire region that had not seen light for a long time, and the mouth directly in front of him. The smell of cinnamon gum turned everything upside down. His breath faltered when he inhaled and was a catstrophe when he exhaled. He froze for a variety of reasons. Shock, disbelief and dark anticipation. Desire licked across his guts and numbed his brain. His hands lifted as they ached to claw into some part of Katsuki and make sure he didn't tease him. Didn't make a joke.

The sole of his shoe slid smoothly down the wall between his thighs with a dry scrape and was replaced by a wide knee.
"Oh-" Izuku's back braced away from the wall, surrendering to the other, his jaw pulled down by a skilled hand, and finally-finally-Katsuki gave him a taste of his overwhelming dominance and self-conviction. He stole his breath with a cheeky little nod, then licked his way into his mouth over Izuku's soft lower lip. Izuku sighed, the sound throaty and unrestrained. The other's tongue and lips continued to explore undisturbed, Izuku's hands momentarily trapped between their torsos, Katsuki's forearms against the wall behind him, his elbows on either side of his head, next to his ears against the wall.

A purposeful upward movement with his knee caused green eyes to turn back and close, the mouth to open wider. The other's core body temperature must be far above his own, otherwise he could not explain this feeling. His lips tingled as if he had been burned. And as if he were drinking boiling hot chocolate, his tongue wrapped around the warmest and sweetest spot in his mouth. His head dropped to his neck, Katsuki's body followed, pressing warmly, full length against his. He spread his legs, welcoming the other. The source of the warmth, and the slightly sweet taste withdrew, his head turned to the side by his chin and his whole body erupted in goosebumps as the cool summer air on his neck was replaced by a hot tongue. Words stumbled out of his mouth but he didn't catch their meaning.

Everything tightened until one of his legs reflexively jerked upwards and was gripped by Katsuki's large hand in the same second. It didn't linger long on his knee, instead inching upwards, inch by inch, in the direction of Izuku's back trouser pocket. A long held back moan finally erupted from him as Katsuki's sharp canines buried themselves in his earlobe, and their trouser buttons rubbed hard against each he had been able to formulate words he would have liked to tell him so many things at that moment- but he was unable to do so. He hung in the taller one's arms, cheeks flaming red and breathing heavily, completely at his mercy. He loved it. His pulse raced. His mind wandered to the myriad of possibilities that lay ahead of them, if they weren't standing straight in this empty alley not far from their stupid school. As if on command, Katsuki stopped touching him.

Completely unperturbed, he let go of Izuku's leg that came back to the ground with a dull sound and took a step back. As if every lunch break he did nothing else. Or other days. Or in general. How could someone who had no interest in other people in general not even a week ago suddenly kiss like that? Why, despite Izuku's significantly longer dating history, did he have more control here again?Why, after years of neglecting his libido, wasn't he at least as sensitive as the green-haired one? Izuku's head began to spin, from lack of oxygen or too little blood in his brain, who knew. What did he know? What was going on here?
The only proof that Izuku hadn't succumbed to a daydream was Kacchan's hair, completely tangled on the back of his neck from his desperate attempts to hold onto his consciousness.

"Can't have enough time on Saturday. Now let's go get some lunch, hunger is obviously making me lose control." Said Katsuki almost nonchalantly, tucking his shirt back into his waistband properly and wiping the corners of his mouth dry with the back of his hand.

Their eyes met. Izuku raised both eyebrows helplessly as Katsuki turned away from him with a promising grin.

This felt anything but even.

Katsuki kept his word and paid for Izuku's portion of fried noodles without flinching. And he paid his water. And a dessert. He didn't speak a word more than he had to.
For Izuku, it felt like he hadn't just satisfied his urge to eat during that lunch break. Two birds with one stone. Desire and hunger satisfied for now.

And he didn't know what to do with that feeling. Doubts began to grow.