Preface
call it a lucky accident
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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア Boku no Hero Academia My Hero Academia Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Pining, Panic Attacks, Kissing, Getting Together, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Light Angst, Miscommunication Language: English Collections: BEST COMPLETE BK, BNHA Fanfiction Archive, bakudeku love :) 3, Feeding My Baku Deku Addiction, best of bkdk :'), fics that i am never gonna shut up about, bkdk fics that ARE A MUST!!!, BkDk My Beloveds, Stellar Fics: A Wonder Duo Collection , So Fresh and So Clean Clean, Favorite, Finished_Fics3, happy fics that make alyster go brrrr, bkdk starter pack (the classics), Genmhasmfffffff, fics i wanna hold hands with, MHA masterpieces, bkdk one-shots that will make you scream, Love Fluff and Other Quirks, M's bkdk faves, laylins_favorite_short_fics Stats: Published: 2021-07-02 Words: 4,581 Chapters: 1/1 call it a lucky accident
by Point12fandoms
Summary
Izuku sighed and nuzzled closer, "No Kacchan… wanna stay right here."
His heart squeezed painfully. This was not usual behavior for them. They had only ever cuddled like this by accident, and it always ended as soon as they realized it was happening.
Katsuki had no clue what was going on.
"No, idiot, we are not sleeping on the couch."
He was about to sit up until he felt the lightest brush of lips on his neck. He froze again.
Wait wait wait.
What the fuck.
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Or: Izuku confesses his love for his hero partner in a half-asleep state as he wakes up from a dream where they're dating, and Katsuki freaks out. Years of buried feelings on both ends are finally addressed.
Notes
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call it a lucky accident
Katsuki Bakugou was not a selfish person, despite what many may think.
Sure, he had an abrasive personality, and didn't necessarily think before he opened his foul mouth… and that sometimes resulted in hurting people's feelings… but hey, he couldn't change who he was. He didn't say mean things on purpose for the most part, they just came out.
If you got to know him, his attitude wasn't too hard to adjust to. He didn't care much for sensitive people anyway, and sensitive people didn't care much for him either.
Still, it confused the living hell out of him how most of his current friends consisted of people he met when he was an insufferable asshole. He can now admit that he had maybe two redeeming qualities in high school—those being his powerful quirk and his book smarts (especially when he begrudgingly helped his classmates with their school work).
They were all so insistent upon befriending the explosive blonde, and he never understood why. As much as he believed he was the best, he knew his personality was less than tolerable. He definitely expected people's respect and admiration, but he didn't expect the idiots to actually want to hang out with him.
He didn't know how they stuck around after the countless times he slammed a door in Mina's face when she tried to pull him into group activities, or that time he punched Denki in the face when he casually threw an arm around his shoulder, or the time he called Hanta's elbows "freakish" and he could tell it stung the guy.
Yeah… he knows he was a shitbag.
Any normal person would give up on him after having their looks insulted or their face punched in for no reason, or at least they would've taken the hint when he repeatedly yelled "leave me the fuck alone already, I don't even like you extras," but Bakugo guessed that being in the hero course could give a person some damn thick skin.
And because those idiots had death wishes or something and refused to give up on him, he stopped fighting and just let them in. Somehow they seemed to figure out that he never hated them or found them annoying, and that's why they were so pushy. He was just a guy with way too much pride, and in his eyes, seeking out friends would have come across as desperate and weak. Besides, he didn't ever mind being alone before.
He can finally admit to himself that he would do just about anything for his friends. He'd rather eat a cactus than say this outloud, but he wouldn't be where he was today without them. He wouldn't look back on his experience at UA with a fond smile if it weren't for them.
But they didn't need to know that. He had to keep them on their toes somehow.
Like he said, he wasn't a selfish person, but he was a hell of a piece of work.
But if his friends' resilience confused him, Izuku Midoriya was a downright anomaly to him.
Calling Deku his friend didn't feel right. The title "best friend" was closer, "childhood friend" even moreso, but if he had to pick a word to describe their bond, he'd go with the word "partners."
Yes, they were partners in the literal sense, they had become a hero duo fresh out of their third year, but Katsuki believed they were partners in every sense of the word.
About a year into their official partnership, Izuku suggested moving in with him. Their schedules were already so entwined, and on multiple occasions, they would crash at one another's place after a daunting mission when neither one of them wanted to be alone. It happened after a civilian death, a bad injury, or the occasional panic attack on either end. They decided that living together would not only cut down on rent, but would also allow them to share each other's company since they felt more comfortable together than apart anyway.
It was all going so well, despite how everyone expected it to end in flames. They all knew how badly Izuku and Katsuki could clash, but they'd worked hard enough and cared enough to learn how to work seamlessly together.
Katsuki had even grown to the point that he could admit to himself that Deku was his favorite person on the planet. He knew Bakugou like nobody else did. He saw him at his worst, and stuck around despite everything. Even when Bakugo finally apologized in their third year, Izuku told him with teary eyes that he had already forgiven him. How, Katsuki had no clue. But he was determined to make the guy never regret his decision to let him stick around.
So he became the best roommate a person could possibly ask for. He cooked for them, never left a mess, and he always made sure to carry Izuku to bed when he fell asleep on the couch.
It put a huge damper on things when Katsuki went and accidentally fell in love with his childhood friend, but at least he had managed to push that aside for the sake of everything they had built together.
He realized it one day after they had moved in together when he had woken up early and skipped his work out for once, only to catch a pretty little brunette girl slipping out of Deku's room. Once she had left, Bakugo barged into Deku's room absolutely seething. The freckled boy laid innocently in a heap of pillows on the floor, and was rudely woken up to the sound of his door being slammed open by a raging Bakugou.
He calmly explained that the girl was an old friend from the support course at UA (that Katsuki somehow didn't even recognize) and she was only there because she needed Izuku's help planning out her proposal in strict detail. He said that she asked him because he was someone she knew wouldn't spill the secret and was really good at planning things, and she came over so late because she had to sneak around her girlfriend. They were apparently up talking until 4am and they ended up crashing on his bed over the covers.
He explained how he woke up about an hour later, grabbed some pillows and a throw blanket, and moved to the floor (which he said felt good on his back anyway).
Bakugou realized that he obviously had no right to give a shit about the situation, even if it was what it looked like originally, so he had to do some reflection on what pissed him off about it so much. It didn't take long for him to figure out that the thought of anyone touching Deku drove him mad. Once he understood that, it wasn't hard to come to the epiphany that he had been suppressing years of deep-rooted romantic feelings for the guy he had lived, worked, and grown up with.
Life didn't change much for Bakugou after that, except of course the fact that everything in his life made a lot more sense; for example, he now understood why he couldn't stand hookups and didn't date, and even why he always turned away in the locker rooms when Deku was changing at the agency. It was as if he had known this whole time that he was doomed, and his body was trying to protect him from fixating on it. Once he was aware of it though, of the ache that sat heavily in his bones when he and Izuku split off into their separate rooms every night, the ache worsened to the point that it was almost unbearable. It was becoming harder and harder to turn away when Deku changed, to stop himself from blurting out the truth during late nights with a couple beers in his system. But luckily, he's been aware for about a year now, and he hadn't slipped up yet… at least, not to Deku.
A couple months back, he accidentally let the cat out of the bag to shitty hair. They'd gone out for drinks one night, and before he had even gotten a buzz, he blurted out something dumb about Deku's stupid endearing freckles. Kirishima yelled "WHAT" so loudly that it attracted several stares, and he wouldn't quiet down until Katsuki admitted the truth.
Damn those cute little specks on his face. Did he even know what his smile did to Katsuki? How badly he wanted to trace those freckles with his fingertips, with his lips? He didn't think he'd ever longed for something as much as he longs for Izuku—probably because it's been the one thing in his life that he can't actually go after.
He never denied himself the chance to go for something that he wanted until he realized his feelings, and simultaneously realized how they had the power to destroy the best thing he had. He never understood how he got so lucky to have this bond with a person, let alone a personified ray of sunshine. They knew (almost) everything about each other to the point that they could basically read each other's minds. They were each other's emergency contacts for fucks sake. There was nothing that they didn't share with one another.
But these feelings would complicate everything, and Katsuki already knew how Izuku would react to them. He would tell Katsuki that it was okay, he couldn't help the way that he felt, and he wouldn't let it affect their friendship. But he would also stop casually touching Katsuki, cuddling up next to him when they turned movies on, massaging his shoulders after a long day, running his fingers through Katsuki's hair, and all of the other little things he did that signified their closeness and their care for one another. His feelings would make that part of their dynamic awkward and uncomfortable for both of them, and Bakugou couldn't afford to give that up.
So, forget everything he said earlier. He was selfish when it came to one thing, and that was Izuku.
He would take everything Izuku could give him, even if it meant that he had to watch somebody steal his heart one day.
He realized that the key to holding onto everything they had was keeping his damn mouth shut. If he'd done it for a year so far, he could manage to hold his tongue for longer.
Unfortunately for him though, living with the love of his life made it easy to find himself in scenarios that made hiding his secret really fucking hard.
And that finally brings him to where he was now:
Laying on his couch with an adorable green eyed nerd sitting on top of him and a face full of that irresistibly fluffy hair.
He had just woken up to the sound of the ending song from the All Might movie they watched. He remembered how close they had been sitting. Izuku had leaned his entire weight on Katsuki, and somehow they'd fallen asleep again and ended up rearranged in this horrible, horrible position.
Except it was horrible because of the fact that it was so perfect. They fit together like puzzle pieces, damn it.
This wasn't the first time this had happened by a long shot, and every time it did, Katsuki immediately jumped into action by picking the nerd up and carrying him to his bed, and then going into his own room to scream into his pillow.
He knew situations like this grew increasingly dangerous the longer he let them linger, but it was just so hard sometimes to force himself up.
This time, against his better judgement, he indulged. He raised the arm that had rested on Izuku's back to card it through the nerd's hair.
He ruffled it from time to time, playing it off as a playful action to agitate the boy, but this time it could only be characterized as a soft, loving gesture.
Deku smelled like trees and that stupid flowery conditioner he uses. Like summertime. It was such a comforting smell, almost as comforting as the weight of his body clinging to Katsuki's like a koala. The boy was always so cuddly, and it did terrible things to Katsuki's heart.
As he carded a hand through thick green hair, he imagined they were there under different circumstances.
But then, Izuku began to stir, and Katsuki sighed.
Just as he started to remove his arms so that he could rudely shake Izuku awake, the boy on top of him let out a soft murmur.
"Mmm, Kacchan…"
He buried his face into Katsuki's neck causing the blonde to freeze.
Taking a couple deep breaths, he responded, "Deku. Are you awake? We need to go to fucking sleep."
He waited for a response.
Izuku just sighed and nuzzled closer, "No Kacchan… wanna stay right here."
His heart squeezed painfully. This was not usual behavior for them. They had only ever cuddled like this by accident, and it always ended as soon as they realized it was happening.
Katsuki had no clue what was going on.
"No, idiot, we are not sleeping on the couch."
He was about to sit up until he felt the lightest brush of lips on his neck. He froze again.
Wait wait wait.
What the fuck.
He didn't move a muscle.
Did I imagine that? I must've just fucking imagined that.
And then, Izuku murmured against his skin, "Kacchan… love you."
Katsuki felt like he had been stabbed.
There was no way he just fucking heard that.
Panicking, he pushed Deku off of him and bolted straight up on the couch, pulling his knees into his chest in a frenzy.
Izuku stumbled back but caught himself just in time to not hit his head on the arm rest of the other side.
"Wha…?" he mumbled, clearly still in a daze.
Then, in an instant, Izuku's eyes popped out of his skull and he scrambled to sit upright.
"Oh. Oh my god, Kacchan, wait—I wasn't, I didn't mean to—Kacchan, I am so sorry, I…"
He stood up, tears gathering in his eyes, before wobbling on his feet and sitting back down.
Izuku kept trying to speak, but he couldn't get the words out. His breathing started getting shallow as tears sprang to his eyes.
Shit.
Katsuki had no clue what the fuck was happening, but he did recognize a panic attack coming on when he saw one.
He immediately jumped into action, gathering Deku in his arms because he knew it was what helped him to calm down, and he started talking.
"Deku. Breathe, it's okay. I don't know what you're thinking but I'm not mad. It's okay. You're okay. I'm sorry I pushed you, I was just surprised, that's all. Now take some deep breaths with me, okay? Can we do that?"
It was uncharacteristically soft for Bakugou, but he knew it was necessary in these situations, and it wasn't his first time being there for him like this.
Izuku nodded.
They breathed together for a couple of minutes until Izuku's breaths became more even.
After a while, he lightly pushed Katsuki away, and buried his head between his knees.
Katsuki waited for him to speak.
"Kacchan," he started. His voice was wobbly and weak. He sounded scared, and Bakugo was confused. He didn't understand what had just happened, but it was nothing his childhood friend should be scared about.
So he spoke up, "Deku. I don't know what's going on, but you can tell me anything. You've got nothing to be afraid of, I swear. I promise this is gonna be fine, so please just tell me what the fuck is going on, okay?"
He didn't mean for that last part to come out the way it did, but Izuku understood.
He slowly lifted his head, and Katsuki's heart broke a little at the look on his face.
His eyes were tired and tear filled. His mouth was wobbling and he looked frustrated and sad. Bakugou could tell that frustration wasn't directed towards him, but towards Izuku himself.
Izuku ran a hand through his hair and sighed, looking at the ground.
"Fuck." He whispered.
He rarely swore. When he did, he usually scrambled to apologize (as if Katsuki wasn't Katsuki), but this time it was as if he had nothing else to say.
They both waited a moment. Bakugou sat cross legged on the right side of the couch, and Izuku sat with his knees up on the other side.
Finally, Deku spoke again in a voice just above a whisper.
"I'm sorry."
Before he could even continue, Bakugou blurted out, "What the fuck for?"
Izuku just covered his face with his hands, but Katsuki was having none of that.
"Quit that, just tell me what's going on. Please."
Izuku lowered his hands and looked him in the eyes.
He sighed again, and then took in a deep breath, "I was having a dream. And in the dream, we were… together. Like, romantically,"
Bakugo was sick to his stomach.
"And I woke up, and I didn't—I didn't realize I was awake really, I guess. So I…"
Katsuki understood now. He got it loud and clear. He'd once dreamed he was fucking around with shitty hair and it spooked him for days. He knows as well as anyone that you can't control what you dream about, even if it ripped his heart out that Deku had told him he loved him just because of that.
Izuku started to tear up again, and even though he hurt, Katsuki scooted over next to him and put a hand on his shoulder.
Izuku looked up at him with wide eyes.
"It's okay, Deku. I understand. Shit like this happens. It's fine. There's no reason to freak out over something like that,"
He removed his hand and tried to smile but could only really manage a half-hearted grimace.
Izuku shook his head and looked down.
"No, I… It wasn't—that's not what—" He let out a frustrated noise.
Katsuki just stared at him, confused.
"I can't believe this is happening," He said under his breath before looking back over at Katsuki, "I told myself I wasn't gonna do this Kacchan, so please forgive me if I ruin what we had before."
Alarmed, Katsuki scrambled to say, "that's not—you couldn't ruin anything. Just spit it out,"
Izuku huffed a dry laugh and shook his head, "Kacchan, that dream wasn't some weird fluke. I've had dreams like that before… about us… a lot," Izuku looked away from him, unable to hold eye contact, "and it's because I want that with you," He finished in a small voice.
Katsuki's eyes widened. He stopped breathing. He tried to respond, but he couldn't find the words.
He did not just hear that.
The next words came out in a panicked jumble, "I tried to hide it, wasn't gonna tell you, but I feel like I've just been tricking you this whole time, I don't know. I feel like I've been taking advantage of you. Of—of our friendship, and I'm sorry, I just, I didn't know what to do. I really really don't want to lose you."
He was crying again now, and Katsuki was just sitting there at a loss for what to do or say.
There was no way he was hearing this right. It was like listening to one of his own internal monologues. There was no fucking way they had been both going through the exact same shit at the same time.
He took in a sharp breath, startling Izuku, and he finally found the words he needed to say.
"We're both idiots then. Holy shit,"
Izuku looked up at him with wide eyes and a hurt expression.
Okay.. not exactly what he meant to say.
He tried again, "I… Shit, sorry. I'm in love with you. And I really fuckin' hope this isn't some joke you're playing on me right now, because if it is, I won't be able to forgive you for this,"
He added that last part out of fear. He had never put everything out on the line like this before, and if he had misunderstood something, Katsuki was not going to be able to come back from this.
Izuku's expression was of clean shock, eyes widened to the point that it could almost be comical. He looked as if he had never considered that he could get that response from Katsuki.
"Are you serious?" He squeaked.
"Do I look like I'm fucking joking?" He said, voice breaking. God, he hated this vulnerability shit. He couldn't think straight right now.
"Oh my god. Oh my god."
They both sat there like idiots, staring at each other with new eyes, terrified and completely out of their element.
"Kacchan, can I kiss you? Is it too soon to ask that?"
Oh.
Katsuki nodded his head jerkily, still not really comprehending what was happening, but of course his answer was yes please.
As soon as he got the go-ahead, Izuku scrambled forward. He placed his hands on Katsuki's cheeks, and oh shit, he was serious.
The gravity of the situation hit them both at the same time, and once they understood, they moved.
Izuku tilted his head and finally pressed their lips together.
Katsuki responded by burying a hand in Izuku's hair at the nape of his neck to pull him closer, and placing the other hand at the small of his back.
He sighed into the kiss, hands trembling where they rested on Izuku's body. Izuku whimpered and pulled him in closer, kissing him again and again and again. Katsuki swiped his tongue against the seam of Izuku's lips, and he let him in immediately with a hitch of this breath.
The green haired boy crawled into his lap without breaking them apart, and suddenly his hands were all over him, desperate to touch now that he was allowed to. He dragged his hands down Katsuki's abs, up his waist and around to circle his back. The blonde groaned and pulled Izuku's hair lightly, attacking his mouth as if he were starved of him. Izuku was helpless to do anything but let him take over completely.
Katsuki pulled Izuku down so that he was on top of the blonde boy, straddling his hips.
He had never felt anything in this world quite like Izuku touching him this way. As if he wanted him just as much as Katsuki wanted Izuku. His skin was buzzing and his head was in the clouds.
It was as if each touch, each desperate sound made between them, was saying I want everything you're willing to give me.
Everything about this, about Izuku, was perfect—was all he ever wanted. It was no wonder Katsuki had never looked at anyone else, even before he realized his feelings for the freckled boy.
His shining green eyes, smooth skin, curly hair, his thighs… good lord, his thighs. The ones that currently gripped his waist like a lifeline.
How many times had he himself dreamed about this exact scenario? More times than he could count. But even with that, he never dreamed it would feel this good.
Once they parted, he looked up at Izuku in awe, and found the boy giving him a similar look. He looked amazing like this, all blushed and panting.
He longed to trace the freckles on pink cheekbones, and then he realized that now he could.
Katsuki lifted one hand from Izuku's waist and did just that with a feather light touch. Izuku's breath hitched at the softness of the action.
He was so delicate, so beautiful. He longed to tell him that as well, but he couldn't find the courage just yet.
He felt something wet hit his cheeks and moved his eyes up to Izuku's to see that they were closed and leaking tears. He immediately went to sooth him, swiping thumbs across his cheeks and pulling him back into his chest—right back into the position where this mess all began.
Izuku relaxed into him, curling into his side.
They laid there for a minute, soaking in the reality of everything that just happened, until Katsuki finally broke the silence. He was feeling a bit too overwhelmed to keep quiet.
"Can't fuckin' believe this is real, 'zuku." He murmured.
Izuku huffed a laugh, his warm breath ghosting over Katsuki's throat.
"Me too."
Katsuki couldn't contain a smile, heart slamming against his ribcage. He couldn't get over the thought of Izuku wanting him back.
He brushed the hair away from Izuku's forehead and kissed him there.
"You wanna come to bed with me? Just to sleep, of course,"
Izuku let out a shuddered breath, "Yes, please."
Katsuki sat them both up and gathered the boy in his arms. He would never admit it, but he couldn't stand the thought of letting him go right now, even if it was just for a minute.
Izuku giggled in response but held onto him anyway.
"I can walk just fine, Kacchan,"
"I know, babe."
Katsuki fumbled his steps for the briefest moment. He was shocked at the word that just slipped out of his mouth, but he thought Deku might like that sappy shit anyway, so he bit his tongue.
Deku hummed at the pet name, clinging onto him tighter.
Knew it.
"Jeez, nerd. What are you, a damn corset?,"
Despite the jab, Katsuki was clearly enjoying how tightly Izuku clung to him.
Katsuki laid him down gently, and as he joined him in the bed, Izuku muttered, "You'd prob'ly look really hot in one of those anyway,"
Katsuki couldn't help how quickly his face turned red even after everything they'd just done. Izuku had never called him hot before.
Izuku cooed at him and cuddled up to him, tangling their legs and putting their foreheads together.
"You're so cute when you blush… makes me wanna compliment you like this all the time,"
He groaned in response and turned his head to bury his face in the pillow.
"Shut the fuck up, nerd."
"Oh? What happened to babe?"
"You're a fucking menace." Katsuki grumbled and Izuku just laughed. He peeked his head up from the pillow to see his partner's eyes closed, rosy cheeks pulled tight in a blinding smile.
He couldn't stop his face from turning soft. He turned away, switching the lamp off to hide his expression.
Katsuki regretted not being able to look at Izuku, but he felt bolder in the dark. He wrapped both his arms around Izuku, pulling him onto his chest and slipping a hand in his hair.
"G'night, Izuku."
"Goodnight Kacchan… I love you," he whispered, just realizing he hadn't said it earlier.
"Love you too, nerd." Katsuki didn't bother hiding his smile since Deku couldn't see him.
(Deku heard the smile in his voice, but decided not to comment on it.)
They fell asleep tucked in one another's arms, half-expecting to wake up the next morning from a really good dream.
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When they woke up in a similar position as that night before on the couch, Izuku shook Katsuki awake before doing anything else and asked him if last night was real.
All he got in response to that was a light smack on the back of the head and then a firm press of lips against his.
That was all he needed to know.
Afterword
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