Katsuki parked his black convertible on the outskirts of Musutafu. He only got it about a month ago as an early graduation gift and despite his protests, saying that a car was too much, he had spent most of his free time in it since then. The extras that he begrudgingly calls his friends had pointed it out and he simply told them that he wanted as much time to get used to it before driving it in the bigger busier city that his university will be at.
Unbeknownst to them, the real reason is sitting in his passenger seat, wrapped in a fluffy green blanket with an All Might face pattern and currently adjusting the backrest as far back as he could. He had driven with the roof collapsed all the way down because the nerd loves feeling the breeze on his face, even though he easily gets cold. When Katsuki saw him holding back shivers earlier, he had thrown the blanket on his face and told him to stop vibrating like crackhead. He told him he was lucky it was in one of the donation boxes in his car that he needed to drop off.
Izuku had looked so offended ("How could you try to get rid of this before asking me? I didn't even know you owned this. Well, it's mine now.) and then smiled so bright as he nuzzled his cheeks against the balled-up fabric. Katsuki simply held up his middle finger because he doesn't trust what will come out of his mouth after seeing the adorable display.
He didn't tell him that it was actually brand new or that he had to put in a custom order because green isn't normally part of the All Might color scheme, just so he could see that breathtaking smile. He couldn't tell him that constantly seeing Izuku in his hoodie (which was the previous go-to solution) while they were alone in the close confines of the car, was becoming too much for his heart to handle.
This was the best course of action, because the nerd would never complain or question using his favorite hero's merch and the loud drum in Katsuki's chest would calm down, even just a little bit. When he finally looks over his childhood friend after turning the car off and adjusting his own seat to lay back, he tries not to focus on the fact that he can still see a part of the black and orange hoodie peaking out of the blanket.
Feeling the stare on him, Izuku looks over and gives him a small but genuine smile, "Thanks for taking me here, Kacchan. The stars are so pretty tonight."
He goes back to staring at the sky above them, the darkness illuminated by the crescent moon and a million little stars. He breaks the silence again, shuffling in his seat as he rambles on about his day as if Katsuki wasn't right next to him for most of it; how he can't believe they're now officially alumni of U.A. high school, how it was nice seeing both of their families during the graduation ceremony, how much he's glad that all their classmates attended the after-party because he's going to miss them so much, and how grateful he is that the two of them were able to rebuild their friendship during their first year of high school. The area was deserted at this time of the night, filled only with the sound of rustling of trees, chirping crickets, and a soft but firm voice.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Katsuki tries his best to listen over the sounds of his rapidly beating heart. All previous efforts of calming it down were futile. How could it, with the sight before his eyes? Hands clasped behind messy green curls, almost laying down fully, the blanket now down by his waist, showing the small orange 'Bakugou' print on the left side of the black hoodie and half of the orange X mark. The soft glow on his face given by the moonlight, cheeks adorably pink from the cold, with tiny constellations on his face that are as intricate and beautiful as the ones above.
His passenger seat has never looked so good.
"Kacchan!" Izuku's voice was scolding but the pout on his face cancels it out, "Are you even listening to me?"
Green orbs meet red irises and Katsuki's brain short circuits at how close they suddenly were. In the time he was trying to get his attention, Izuku had leaned over the driver's seat, elbows on the center console with a soft cheek on a fisted hand, face hovering over the resident blonde hothead.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Katsuki thought the earlier view was breathtaking, but this one almost makes him hyperventilate. He never knew how many different shades of green he was capable of knowing and loving until he saw sparkling viridian eyes up close, looking like the sunlight hitting emerald gemstones and igniting a vivid green radiance. The light dances within the gems, creating a mesmerizing play of sparkling facets and deep, verdant hues that seem to glow from within.
"Kacchan?" the voice was now softer with a hint of worry.
Katsuki stills and forces himself to act neutral, like he wasn't just about to start counting the colors in his best friend's eyes. "Tch. Like I have a choice, you dork. You're spewing all this sappy shit like I don't already know."
The pout deepens, "But it's our last night together. It's supposed to be sappy."
Katsuki rolls his eyes, "Oi, stop being dramatic. You'll only be away for two weeks before we live together for at least the next four years." He smirks, "Unless your nerdy ass can't handle having the number one roommate in the world."
"I'm sure I can manage the honor of sharing the living space of Lord Explosion Murder," he teases. "Besides, you know what I mean. This will be the last night we'll get to visit this spot for a while."
"I'm sure they have stars in Tokyo too, Small Might." He retorts.
"Ahh, but it won't be the same with those city lights." His right arm lifts to poke Katsuki's chest with his pointer finger. "Aren't you going to miss this peaceful moment by the woods under the beautiful night sky?"
"Calm down, Shakespeare."
"Mmm, that would be more like," he puts on a solemn face and make a dramatic gesture with his hand. "Shall thou not lament the fleeting of this tranquil hour amidst the woodland, 'neath the splendour of yon night's celestial dome, my beloved?"
Katsuki ignores the flutter in his stomach at the last two words and instead gives a small snort, "You really are a damn nerd, 'Zuku." He can't help the fondness in his voice or the hand that comes up to ruffle soft curls.
And if Izuku's eyes dart down to his lips for a split second before leaning back into the passenger seat, complaining about Kacchan being mean, well, Katsuki ignores it too.