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🎶 When the sun went down on that day 🎶

🎶 I never thought that love would come back to me 🎶

It was Friday afternoon, slightly before 4PM, but Midoriya Izuku was all ready to pack up and head home. In fact, his sleep deprived, exhausted ass has been ready to go home since 2 days ago but his latest support gear in progress was being a dick pain in his ass with all the technical issues and drawbacks that he and his team needed to resolve before sending it up for the prototype making. They had been holed up and kept busy in their lab the entire week, all hands on deck to settle the issues that came up one after another. Thankfully, they managed to settle it all on time without having to extend the production dateline, something that Izuku hates to do unless he really needs to. 

”Great job everyone! This has been one hell of a week but we did it! Thank you so much for your hard work. Get a good rest this weekend and I’ll see you on Monday. We might have something new to work on so, take this weekend to rest and come back fresh next week,” Izuku said as he smiled proudly at his team, his hands already moving fast to pack his bag.

”Aye aye, captain! We’ll be ready to explore and die in the hands of your brilliant ideas!” Hatsume Mei, Izuku’s right hand person and team partner, teased, and everyone laughed at Izuku’s flushed face and the halfhearted glare he sent to his partner. Izuku knows he comes up with lots of ideas and projects that fried their brains half the time but Mei isn’t any better either. She came up with a number of ideas and projects that caused them to be cooped up with coffee jugs and sleepless nights too, so she’s definitely not one to talk. 

“If I have to take any teasing, it’s definitely not from you Mei. If I remember correctly, you were the reason we had to stay up here for almost 2 weeks to finish a project that caused as much explosion as you did in high school!” Izuku shoots back, grinning when his pink haired, long time close friend pouted at him.

“Hey! That was my first explosion since high school! I have gotten so much  better than I was in high school okay!” Mei exclaimed, pouting as she glared at Izuku who simply laughed at her.

”Indeed you have, and that’s why you’re my crazy awesome lab partner! Okay you guys, I’m gonna go now. I have my bed waiting for me,” Izuku said as he waved his team off tiredly.

“And a fiance! I wondered how your fiance is able to let you off without coming home for an entire week. I mean if I was him, I’d be so worried and wondered if you’re playing around with someone else behind my back,” Hayashi Ren, one of the newest team member of Izuku’s research and development team, said and Izuku turned to look at him with a small smile. This guy is new, barely 3 months since he joined the team, and so he doesn’t know how Toshi had come by almost daily to check on Izuku when they first got together. He doesn’t know how Toshi had personally asked each and everyone in Izuku’s team for an update if Izuku was busy and missed his calls or replied to his text late. How or when he got their number, Izuku doesn’t know; he was too afraid to know the answer. Thank God he stopped doing that when they got engaged.

Toshi, or his full name Shinsou Hitoshi, is Izuku’s fiance. They had been engaged for about 2 years and had been together for more or less 5. Toshi is a Pro Hero, top 50 in the hero ranking. He might not be that high up in the ranks but Toshi is Izuku’s hero, Izuku’s saving grace when his broken heart refused to heal and move on from a pain that had lasted from years before. It wasn’t easy for Izuku to love someone again, his heart was too broken after getting hurt and disappointed by the one person he loved, trusted and waited stupidly for. But Toshi never gives up on him, he was always there to show how much he loved Izuku and it was clear in both his words and actions. And eventually, although Izuku’s heart never truly heals, he learnt to love Toshi. Izuku learnt to appreciate Toshi’s love and his love language no matter how extreme it was at times.

”I guess I’m just lucky to have someone who understands how passionate I am with my job. Toshi knows how much I love what I do and how I get into my headspace when I’m all in it. Besides, we have been together for a while now, he trusts me the same way I trust him,” Izuku replied, it wasn’t the truth but it wasn’t entirely a lie either. Mei and the other team members, those who had been in Izuku’s team long enough to have been harassed bothered by Toshi, either rolled their eyes or scoffed at Izuku’s reply, and Izuku threw them a warning glare to not say a word. Toshi has changed, nobody else needs to know how unreasonably obsessed Izuku’s fiance was before.

”Gosh! I envy you, Team Leader! My boyfriend was already nagging me when we were on our 2nd day of getting holed up here, saying how I love my job more than him,” Sakamoto Yuki, a another new addition to the team, said in slight exasperation as she waved her phone around to show how annoyed she was at her boyfriend’s immature words. 

“Didn’t I tell you not to call me that? Izuku’s enough. You’re making me sound like some old, balding researcher. I feel old enough as it is, I don’t need to feel older with how you’re calling me. And besides, I said he understands my job, I didn’t say he didn’t complain or nag, did I? Well, he would usually call to check on me, on how’s the project going and whether I’ve eaten or not but this time, he’s all silent because he’s on a mission in Osaka. He should be back tomorrow if all goes well,” Izuku said, smiling softly at the thought of being reunited with his fiance. It has been a while since they both spend the weekend together and since Toshi’s usually given some days off after an out of town mission, Izuku’s excited to spend the entire weekend with him. 

“Oh? But I thought I saw him today tho, when we were out to get coffee and breakfast for the team. Didn’t we, Maki-chan?” Yuki asked as she looked at the team member she mentioned. Seeing how the other woman nodded, Izuku couldn’t help the frown that crossed his face. ‘Did Toshi forget to text after his mission ends? But he has never forgotten before. He would usually text once his mission ends before he even heads home. Did something happened? Is he injured?’

”Maybe he just wants to surprise you, Zuku. Why don’t you go home now and surprise him? I bet he thinks you’re coming home late. I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to have his fiance home early after completing a tiring out of town mission,” Mei said, smiling reassuringly, and Izuku nodded, his frown gradually turning up into an excited grin.

”Uhn! I guess that makes sense. He does have a habit of surprising me every now and then. Okay guys, I’m gonna go now! Got a fiance to surprise! Hehe!” Izuku said, grinning as he waved at his team members excitedly and exited the office. Getting into the lift, Izuku’s mind was already thinking of ways to surprise his fiance. It has been a while since he does something special for Toshi and so he’s very excited at making this work. 

It has been barely an hour since Izuku left his office but he’s already standing in front of his shared apartment with his fiance. While he would usually be on his earpods listening to music, the latest hero news or some hero radio show to filter out thoughts about work or support gear ideas forming fast in his brain (Toshi doesn’t really like it when he’s in his muttering mess), his earpods ran out of battery 3 days ago and he had been too into his headspace that he had totally forgotten to charge them. Well, at least he’s gotten all that he needed for his plan to surprise his fiance. ‘Ingredients for his favourite dish, checked. A new sexy lingerie in his favourite colour, checked. But this seems a little too bland though. Should- Should I make it more fun?’

“What if I cook for him in the new lingerie? That’s definitely more fun and exciting than just cooking for him. And well, it has been a while since we do something fun and exciting,” Izuku whispered to himself, biting his lower lips to suppress the shy yet excited smile forming on his lips, his cheeks flushing red from both embarrassment and excitement at his own idea and how their night would end if his plan worked out just as he had hoped for. 

Izuku was juggling between his purchases and the keys in his hands when his cellphone rang loud in the quiet corridor. Glad that he has yet to open the now unlocked door, Izuku slid his cellphone out of his back pocket and smiled seeing the name on the caller id. 

“Hey Sho,” Izuku answered, his voice barely above a whisper as he opened the door, his cellphone nestled between his left ear and shoulder as he pushed the door open with his right hand. And Izuku froze, the happy smile he came home with wiped entirely off his face as he stared at the sight that welcomed him home. Izuku was expecting a surprise, and he was surprised, just not in the way he expected.

🎶 When I closed my eyes and tried to dream 🎶

🎶 Darkness was the only thing I could see 🎶

Izuku knew what he was looking at; heels, clothes - female clothes, bras and panties strewn all over the floor, but he couldn’t understand why he’s looking at these things. Had Toshi lent out their apartment to some friend who wanted a quick fuck? It doesn’t make sense, Izuku knew it doesn’t make fucking sense but he desperately wanted to believe there has to be an explanation because Toshi wouldn’t do this, Toshi wouldn’t hurt him like this. But Izuku recognised the male clothes strewn all over the floor near the bras and panties, they were Toshi’s, and despite what everything was telling him, his heart just wouldn’t believe it until he heard the familiar raspy voice and a female moaning his fiance’s name. And Izuku wanted to vomit. 

“Izu? Izu, is everything okay?” Izuku heard Shoto’s voice asking worriedly on the call but Izuku couldn’t answer. There’s a tightness in his throat, his airway burns from each breath he tries to take and his eyes were were clouded with tears that were threatening to spill. 

“I’ll- I’ll call you back, Sho,” Izuku managed to croak out.

“Izu, what’s wrong? Is everything okay? What hap-”

“I’ll you back later,” Izuku whispered as he ended the call, his lips quivering as he tries his hardest to fight the tears spilling from his eyes. 

A sob escaped his lips and he immediately covered his mouth with his hand that were still holding onto his keys, feeling the cold metal scraping against his skin as he held them down against his mouth to muffle the sound escaping his lips. Izuku doesn’t want to cry. Despite how things looked and all the sounds he’s hearing coming from inside his apartment, Izuku still believes his fiance wouldn’t do this. Toshi wouldn’t hurt Izuku, Toshi wouldn’t cheat on him. He knows Toshi loved him, so why would he do this? There had to be reasons why this shit happened. ‘Did something happened? Was he involved in some kind of quirk accident that caused this? Was he quirked by a villain or a crazy fan who was obsessed with him? Was he threatened or some shit that forced him to do this? Because I know Toshi and Toshi wouldn’t do this.’

“There must be an explanation. Something must have happened for Toshi to do this because Toshi- Toshi wouldn’t do this voluntarily,” Izuku whispered to himself, trying his best to calm the raging storm in his chest. Izuku loves him, Izuku trusts him, and Izuku believes in Toshi’s love for him. And as if God was laughing at his love and trust in his fiance, a loud moan slapped Izuku out of his thoughts and the words that followed had caused his skin to crawl. 

“Fuck! Your pussy feels so fucking good, Baby,” Toshi’s raspy voice resonated through the apartment, and Izuku swayed when a sudden flood of memories surged into his brain. It was something Izuku doesn’t remember but it felt real nonetheless; Izuku coming home and walking in on Toshi fucking Izuku’s last intern in their fucking kitchen floods his memory, repeating the same fucking words, and Izuku grasped the door to steady himself. ‘What… was that?’

Izuku doesn’t know what he’s seeing in his head nor does he recall anything about the memories that flooded his mind. Izuku doesn’t remember a single time where he had caught Toshi cheating on him. Because if he has, he would definitely remember it. Unless, unless Toshi had quirked him and brainwashed him into forgetting them. ‘But Toshi would never do that. He’s a Pro Hero, he wouldn’t use his quirk for disgusting shit like this.’   

Despite how his heart hurts and how he’s slowly beginning to lose faith in his trust in his fiance, Izuku wanted answers. No matter how fucking painful this whole shit is, Izuku needed to know the truth. Wiping away his tears, Izuku took a few deep breath to steady his breathing and emotions before stepping into the apartment as quietly as he can. Not that it’s needed, Izuku was pretty fucking sure they wouldn’t be able to hear him above all the sounds they were making. Izuku’s feet felt heavy as he dragged them inside, this place was his safe haven barely minutes ago and now it feels like literal fucking hell. Izuku placed his bags of purchase on the dining table and walked towards where the sounds were coming from. 

“Ahh! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Ahh! Toshi! Toshi! Shit! Fuck! Stop ramming so fucking hard, I’m gonna fucking cum!” the woman said, her voice sounded breathless above the loud disgusting sound of skin slapping against skin and Toshi’s loud grunt as he pounded hard into her. 

And Izuku froze a few steps away from the open door, his bile coming up his throat when he realised they were fucking in his fucking bed and that Izuku actually knows this fucking bitch. Izuku recognised her voice; Ishikawa Rin, Toshi’s hero partner for the past 2 years. They had met quite a few times over drinks, Izuku had invited her to have dinner with him and Toshi at their home a couple of times before - dinner that he had personally cooked, and she was nice to talk to. She was a good friend to Izuku, one who he could talk to when he was worried about Toshi and one who he had shared plans with when he wanted to surprise Toshi, and Izuku had never felt so fucking stupid before.

“But you feel so fucking good, Baby! Fuck, your pussy is the fucking best! I could fuck you all day and will still want you at night! Fuck, Rin!” Izuku shuts his eyes in anguish, his heart torn and shredded to pieces as Toshi’s outburst of pleasure confirmed that this whole fucking thing isn’t an accident nor was Toshi quirked. This meant that they had been fucking behind Izuku’s back but for how long? ‘How long had they been doing this? How long had he been fucking cheating behind my back? Why? Why would he do this?’

Izuku knows that Toshi and his hero partner was close and that they were quite touchy with one another, but it had never bothered Izuku before because Izuku himself has a few male friends whom he’s very close to and can be quite touchy with but they were strictly platonic with no other disgusting, underlying motives. It had never crossed Izuku’s mind that Toshi would ever cheat on him with another guy, much less another woman because Izuku thought Toshi was full on gay, like him. Why would Izuku ever think of asking his fiance about his sexuality when the guy had chased him and tried to date him from high school relentlessly, was head over heels obsessed with him, and he had never failed to profess his love for Izuku? Why would Izuku ever doubt him when he was the one who moved Izuku’s heart and made him learn to love again? Izuku opened his eyes, tears clouding his vision before he rubbed them off and stared at the brightly lit room. ‘Was- Has it all been a lie?’

“Toshi, we- we need to hurry up. Your fiance might come home anytime soon,” the bitch female Pro Hero said, and Izuku gritted his teeth at the mocking tone in her voice. The disgust and anger hits Izuku even harder when she moaned and giggled, and then Toshi laughed at something that Izuku couldn’t hear. 

“You know he never comes home this- Oh, shit! Yeah, there. You and your cute little teeth never fails to make me feel so fucking good,” Toshi groaned, his voice raspy low with pleasure, and Izuku doesn’t know how long he would last before all the bile and breakfast that had been pushing up his guts would come spilling out.

“But you never know- Ahh! Ahh! What if he comes- Ahh! Ahn! Toshi! What if he’s back early? Ahh! Ahh! The- The other time he walked in on you fucking his intern,” the female Pro Hero said, and Izuku’s face paled. The things he saw in his head was real! It wasn’t his imagination nor was it a nightmare! It was a memory, a fucking memory that Toshi had fucking wiped off of him! 

Izuku felt sick to his stomach. His shaky hand fly straight to his mouth, to stop any sounds or things that were threatening to spill out. Izuku could taste the bitter taste of bile up his throat, taking a few deep breath to force it down. He’s not going to vomit now when he had just discovered that the man he had been with and known for the past decade, wasn’t as sweet and nice as he had thought. This man had cheated on him and had quirked him to keep him by his side. ‘But why?! Why the hell would he do that?! Why the hell would he hurt me like this?! Didn’t he say he loved me?! Has that been a fucking lie too?!’

Izuku was livid, he felt cheated and betrayed, he felt lost, and he felt like he doesn’t even know who this guy he’s engaged to anymore. Does he even know who Toshi was in the first place? Izuku clenched his fists to steady the tremors in his hands. He doesn’t even realised he was shaking until he looked down at his phone. Izuku knew it wasn’t morally right to record whatever they were doing but he needs this proof in case Toshi the bastard quirked him again. ‘If he’s able to do it once, who says he’s not going to do it again?’

Turning on the phone’s camera application, Izuku started recording. And he doesn’t feel an ounce of guilt because his conscience is clear; Izuku’s not doing this to get back at him, he’s doing this to make fucking sure that the bastard wouldn’t be able to keep Izuku by his side after all the disgusting shit he has pulled. And knowing the risk that the bastard might try to delete the video or pull any other shit on him, Izuku plans to send this repulsive video to his best friends with a message to come and get him if he doesn’t come to them. And if they found him with no memory of anything at all, they were to show him this fucking video. Izuku’s definitely not staying with this asshole. He’s done, their relationship’s done.

“Stop- Stop worrying! It wasn’t the only time he has walked in anyway. Fuck Rin, you feel- Fuck! He walked in when I was throat fucking that new intern and I ended up wiping both of their memories because that stupid idiot was a blubbering mess. He walked in when I was having a good pussy on the dining table and did the same fucking thing. You have nothing to fucking worry about so stop fucking yapping and let me enjoy your fucking pussy,” Toshi said, his voice breathless with each thrust, and Izuku’s hands shook in fury and disgust.

No, he’s beyond disgusted right now. He felt like scrubbing his entire body with a metal scrub, immensely disgusted and repulsed that he had been sleeping and making love with an asshole who had been sleeping around with others in his fucking home, in his fucking bed, in his fucking kitchen. ‘Fucking disgusting son of a bitch!’

“Ahh! Ahh! You- Fuck! You’re such an asshole! But goddamn it- Ahh! Toshi! You better not fucking quirk me! God, you’re so good at this! Shit!” the female Pro Hero moaned, hissing and keening in pleasure, and Izuku risked taking a look. He hasn’t looked at them doing the fucking deed, his eyes trained on just the bed to make sure they were in his frame. He doesn’t want to look, he definitely doesn’t want to watch when hearing them was enough to push everything he has inside his guts up his throat. But his heart was torn in pain and his brain kept asking why does he need someone else to satisfy him when Izuku has always been here for him? Was he not enough? Was it because he had been too busy that his fiance had to seek others for his sexual needs? Izuku doesn’t remember a time he hasn’t satisfied the bastard. Izuku has always dressed the way he liked in bed, Izuku has always been open to do anything he wanted to do. So, why? 

‘Why wasn’t I enough?’

🎶 I had run out of hope 🎶

🎶 Reached the end of the road 🎶

“I won’t- Fuck, you feel this! You feel what you fucking do to me! God, been wanting to fuck you since we first met, why I would wipe your memory? You had been in my mind for months before we even fuck, I would never wipe your memory, Rin,” Toshi said, and Izuku’s eyes glistened with tears. He thought his heart was hurt enough, he thought it’s impossible to get his heart even more broken than it already was, and yet here he was proven wrong. Izuku could feel the pain tearing him inside out, and Izuku looked away from the screen; from how his fiance had draped over the female underneath him and kissed her passionately and she did the same. 

“I bet you say that to everyone you fuck,” she said against his lips, and Izuku could hear the way Toshi had claimed her lips to silent her, to deny her words before he pulls away with a lewd pop. And Izuku bit his lips to stop the quiver, to stop the tears from spilling from his eyes. ‘He’s not worth it. He’s not worth crying over. He doesn’t deserve your tears. But it hurts. It fucking hurts.’

“You know damn well I don’t just fuck anyone. Fuck Rin, you’re driving me crazy! I had been chasing you before I even got engaged to him. And since you fucked all the idiots around you, I simply thought you had no interest in me. You have no fucking idea how happy I was when you came to me. And after we fucked, I just know you’re the one I want. I swear I haven’t touched him or anyone else ever since we got together. I tried to but all I can see in my head was your beautiful face, your awesome tits and your delicious pussy. You’re so fucking perfect that I don’t fucking need anyone else,” Toshi said, growling as he thrusted hard into the woman beneath him, and Izuku couldn’t take it anymore. He doesn’t want to hear anything else but what does he do now? Should he leave and act like he doesn’t know? But he doesn’t want to come back here anymore. This place is no longer his home, it’s his living hell. And this bastard, Izuku never wants to see him ever again. He can’t, Izuku might kill him. Izuku’s really considering it. 

“Ahh! Ahn! Toshiii! If you- God, stop! Toshiii! If you no longer loves him, why are you still with him? Why don’t you just leave him? If you want me to be yours exclusively, you know damn well what to do. I’m not fucking stupid like your Izuku, Toshi. You want me to be yours exclusively, then I better fucking be the only one you’re seeing and fucking,” the bitch hissed in between her moans, and Izuku couldn’t help himself but to grit his teeth at the jealousy in her words. She had been fucking his fiance all this while behind Izuku’s back, and she had the audacity to call him stupid and be all jealous, asking him to leave Izuku. There’ll be only one person leaving and that’s Izuku out of this fucking relationship. Izuku was about to stop the recording when Toshi’s reply caught him off guard.

“Give- Fuck, Rin,” Toshi said, and Izuku could hear him sighing loudly followed by the sound of bedsheets rustling and a barely audible hiss before it all quiet down seconds later, “Seriously Baby, do we have to do this now? I already told you I stopped fucking around when you agreed to be with me. About Izuku, I need time, Baby. You know damn well I have been with him for years, and I did loved him. But time passed, and now I barely feel anything. Whatever we had, it wasn’t enough and it was fucking hard to even touch him. I had always preferred tits and pussy, and even other guys with softer bodies are a better fuck than him. Fuck, I need to fucking drink before I can even fuck him and his disgustingly hard, scarred body. Fuck, I had to cover my eyes, using blindfolds and shit as reasons to spice things up when the truth is that I can’t fucking stand to look at his hideous body. And then I met you, and now I can’t even touch or look at him the way I did before. But I can’t leave him now. It’s- It’s hard. Give me time, okay? At least this relationship got us goodies, right? You got that support gear you wanted and I got even more things. I’ll stop fucking him but this relationship, I need time to leave. You understand that, don’t you Baby?” 

And Izuku pressed the ‘stop’ button. He has heard enough, he doesn’t want to hear anymore lest he might really end up killing the bastard. His hands were shaking as he sent out the video to the group chat he shared with his best friends, the one he has kept a secret from his bastard of a fiance because the bastard hates Izuku contacting anyone without him knowing. What a fucking hypocrite. 

Once Izuku was done sending the video, he slammed the door open against the wall, surprising the occupants of the room. The bastard scrambled to his feet and the bitch screamed as she hurriedly dragged a blanket to cover her naked self. Izuku’s eyes were filled with angry tears as he pulled the fucking rings out of his fingers of his right hand; the ring on his middle finger was their first anniversary gift from the bastard and the other on his ring finger was their engagement ring, and they mean nothing to him anymore. Izuku threw them right in the bastard’s face. Turning back on his heels, Izuku kept his lips tight as he rushed out. 

“IZU! FUCK! IZUKU! LISTEN TO ME! IZUKU! THIS! THIS IS A MISTAKE! IZU! WILL YOU PLEASE STOP AND LISTEN TO ME?! IZUKU PLEASE!” Toshi shouted, his voice seemed desperate but Izuku’s not stupid. He might have trusted the bastard too much but that’s because he thought the bastard truly loved him. Now, after listening to all that shit, Izuku would be fucking stupid if he even hears a word the bastard was breathing. But Izuku won’t be saying anything, he knows the bastard is probably trying to quirk him again. He needs to leave, he needs to get out and he needs to do it fast before either of them quirked him.

Izuku grabbed his bag and that’s when he felt the bastard’s disgusting hand on his right elbow, pulling him back to turn towards him. And Izuku snapped. He used all the force he has in his body and punched the bastard right in his face, a loud cracking sound confirmed that his punch landed perfectly on his nose, and Izuku stared as he fell back on his naked ass. 

“JESUS! FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK, IZUKU?! I WAS TRYING TO TALK TO YOU! IT- THIS IS A MISTAKE! FUCK! WILL YOU FUCKING LISTEN TO ME?! STOP TRYING TO LEAVE AND LET ME EXPLAIN!” Toshi shouted, groaning with his hands on his bloody nose, and Izuku had to bite his tongue from saying a single retort. Does this bastard really think he’s that fucking stupid, that Izuku’s that easy of a guy to stay with someone who had fucking cheated? Izuku really wanted to say something but he couldn’t risk it. And the bitch came out, leaning against the wall, all covered up in the blanket she had pulled earlier. Her face looked amused and Izuku really wanted to punch the hell out of her face too. 

“You’re bleeding, Toshi,” the female Pro Hero said, a slight frown formed on her face as she looked at Izuku, “Do you really need to be all violent? No wonder Toshi looked for someone else to fuck. There’s really nothing good about you other than your brain, is there, Quirkless freak?”

Izuku clenched his fists tight, so tight that his knuckles turned white, and he bit his inner cheeks so as to stop himself from saying shit back. He could taste the blood in his mouth but there was no pain. Not from his mouth, not from his swollen red knuckles. Izuku couldn’t feel any other pain other than the sharp searing pain in his heart. These were people he trusted his painful past with, and here she’s using his fucking insecurity to mock him. And Toshi the bastard was someone Izuku had actually considered as his hero. To Izuku, the bastard was someone who had taught Izuku how to live and love again, someone who had given him hope to live with love when Izuku thought he would never ever love again, someone Izuku had learnt to love no matter how hard it was, and the very same guy had hurt Izuku in the most painful way. Izuku was beyond broken, and this time he’s very sure he has had enough of love. If love was going to be this painful and shitty all the time, he’d rather live without one.

Izuku doesn’t need love.

Izuku took out his phone and typed out a message on the application that he had created for those who have hearing and speaking disabilities. The function of the application was to speak out the words that had been typed in, it’s very useful during rescue missions but Izuku never thought he would need to use it this way one day. 

[I don’t need to fucking hear anything else. I have it all recorded and in case you want to fucking brainwash me or delete it, I have sent it to my friends. So don’t even fucking think about it.]

“What- What video? What fucking video, you disgusting Quirkless bastard?!” the female Pro Hero screamed while Toshi stared at Izuku, his eyes wide in shock and his jaws locked tight as he was probably thinking on how to deal with this.

[Oh, I didn’t know you still had some shame after fucking someone else’s fiance. But you can have him, I don’t use dick that had been in half of Japan. But if you’re curious about the video, you can ask him. I’ve sent it to him. And it’s coded, you can’t edit it nor can you delete it. But even if you try, the original is with me and a few others.]

Izuku watched as the bitch scrambled to get to the bastard’s phone that was left in the room. And after hearing her deafening angry screech, Izuku refused to even think how she knows the bastard’s password. It doesn’t matter, none of them matters anymore. Izuku threw one last glance at the bastard and he turned around to leave. 

“Izuku, please. It- This was a mistake. It’s- I don’t mean any of it. It was all pillow talk and I was just angry and stressed with you. Please, trust me. You know I love you. You know how long I’ve chased you. I wouldn’t just hurt you like this. Please, please don’t leave me,” Toshi the bastard begged, and Izuku stopped. His eyes teared up, his heart hurts so fucking bad. He wants so bad for this shit to be all just a fucking nightmare, but he knows this is real, it’s a reality he has to accept. And after all he has heard, he knows not to believe a single shit that comes out of that filthy mouth. 

[If you or that bitch touch me, if any of you even try to use your quirks on me, the video will be sent to Hawks and Lady Nagant. And I’m not fucking playing. You can try me but don’t fucking regret it.]

Izuku stepped into his shoes and rushed out, tripping over his feet every few steps he took without putting them on properly. He managed to get them on his feet the way it was supposed to while waiting for the lift, getting in just in time to hear the loud commotion along the corridor. 

“Why the hell did you let him go?! You could have stopped him! You need to fucking quirk that bastard before the video gets out!”

“Rin, stop! If you go after him, he’s going to send the video to Hawks and Lady Nagant! And then it’s not your ass who gets in trouble, but fucking mine! Fuck, Rin! Just fucking listen to me! I got-”

The voices faded away a few storeys above and Izuku leaned back against the lift, his heart hammering hard against his chest. Izuku doesn’t know why his heart was beating hard against his chest, so hard that he could hear them in his ears. Was he afraid? Or was he just done dealing with them? Izuku doesn’t know, and he doesn’t have the time to think when the lift door opened and he immediately sprinted out and got as far away as he could from the building. He wasn’t sure how far he had run when he collapsed against a wall rounding an alleyway, his chest heaving hard from the lack of oxygen. 

And that’s when he felt everything came back to him; the anger, the sadness, the betrayal, the disgust, and Izuku bend over and threw up everything that he had been holding back. The tears he was holding back was running again, and this time he was sure he wouldn’t be able to stop it anymore. His heart squeezed and tightened painfully, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. No, he really couldn’t breathe. Izuku dropped his bag and collapsed on his knees as he heaves heavily, his hands twisting the front of his shirt tight as he gasped desperately for air. His vision was blurring from the tears he was crying out and from the pain in his chest when someone grabbed his shoulder, and Izuku smacked the hand away as he scrambled to get on his feet. ‘Shit! They- How the hell did they find me here?!’

“Izu! IZU! IT’S ME! IZUKU, IT’S SHO!” Izuku heard a familiar voice said. The voice sounded distant but Izuku knew that’s probably because his ears were ringing from his heightened anxiety. Izuku turned around, his arms flailing about as he tried to reach and hold his best friend who immediately reached out and hold onto him, lowering Izuku to sit on the ground and cradling him protectively in his arms. “Shit, Izuku! Breathe! Breathe! It’s okay, I’m here! We’re here! Hanta, help me call the others and tell them we have Izu. Izu, breathe. Please. Try to focus on my words. Breathe.”

‘I’m- I’m trying. I’m really trying, Sho,’ Izuku desperately wanted to say but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t. He doesn’t have the strength to even breathe. Izuku knows his best friend is worried; Izuku could see the frowns and anxiety in his face and his bicoloured eyes and he really wanted to tell him that he’s fine, but Izuku has never been good at lying and it’s even worst when it’s reflected on his body. Like it is now. Izuku feels his consciousness slipping, the last thing he saw before he blacked out was the raging fury in his best friend’s face and he briefly wondered if he’s going to find someone dead tomorrow. 

🎶 Hit the rocks at the bottom with no farther to go 🎶

🎶 But just when I thought I was destined to end up all alone 🎶

Izuku stirred awake, both his head and eyes felt heavy, and he could feel the remnants of pain in his chest and throat. From the sharp smell of alcohol and other disinfectants, Izuku knew he’s in the hospital. It wasn’t really surprising since he was pretty aware of how bad his condition was when he passed out. Izuku knew he wasn’t alone either, he could hear familiar voices whispering from the corner of his room. ‘How long had I been out?’

“-matter if you’re with me or not. I’m still gonna fucking kill him.”

“Killing him is too easy, Todoroki. He should suffer before he dies.”

“Himiko, don’t add oil to the fire. I- I know killing someone is easy because of your past but we’re Pro Heroes, and you said you’ve changed. There won’t be any killing. We’re not going to kill anybody.”

“Himi-chan’s past has nothing to do with this, Tenya. Did you watch the video? Did you see what that bastard has done to Izuku? Are you saying that, even after watching all the disgusting things he has done, we shouldn’t do anything?! He’s a fucking Pro Hero and he fucking quirked Izuku! That’s a fucking crime!”

“Ochako-chan’s right, kero. And Izuku-chan isn’t the only one he quirked. Him misusing his quirk as a Pro Hero is more dangerous than villains we protect the civilians from. We shouldn’t let him roam around freely. Although if it’s up to me, I’d want to do more than just putting him in jail, kero.”

“Then we fucking kill him. I can easily find ways to hide his body, people won’t even know he’s missing.”

“NO, definitely no. Stop thinking of killing him, Shoto. We’re Pro Heroes, damn it, we can’t just kill anyone!”

“Why the fuck not?! Aren’t you angry at what he did to Izuku?! That bastard cheated on Izuku and even fucking quirked him! And he was even thinking of doing it again! He’s worst than a villain! I don’t see why we shouldn’t kill him. He doesn’t deserve to live.”

“What are you saying, Ochako?! Of course I’m angry! I’m very, very angry that he did all those despicable things to Izuku but we cannot kill him! I want to but it’s not right! It’s against the law to kill someone!”

“That didn’t stop you from going after Stain in high school, kero.”

“That’s- Hey! That’s uncalled for, Tsuyu! I was young and I didn’t know how to control my anger and emotions. I learnt from it and I’m very much thankful to Izuku for that. He talked to me while I was hospitalised and I was only able to forgive myself and continue to be a hero because of him. So, I’m- I can’t let us make that same mistake.”

“Well, if Iida is so worried about the laws, we can put him in jail and I can get someone to kill him while he’s inside. I know some friends who would be more than willing to kill an asshole like him.”

“Although I’d rather burn him to crisp myself, that’s also a good ide-”

“Stop it, Shoto! As much as that is a tempting idea, we’re not killing anybody!”

A small smile formed on Izuku’s face as he slowly opened his eyes; he knew his best friends would be all angry for him but to hear a group of Pro Heroes and an ex-villain talking about taking revenge and planning a murder in theory (it better be in theory because Izuku doesn’t want them to become murderers because of a sick bastard) somehow tickled his heart. A soft hiss escaped his lips as he winced at the sudden bright light, and his best friends immediately dropped their conversations as they gathered around his bed in seconds.

“Hey, you’re finally awake. How are you feeling, Izu? Any discomfort?” Shoto asked, a small smile formed on his face as he sat down on Izuku’s bed by the side of his legs. 

“Other than the slight chest pain and this horrible sore throat, I think I’m okay enough to be discharged. How long was I out? Has my team been informed?” Izuku asked, his voice rough and barely above a whisper, frowning slightly as he worries about his team and work place who might contact his ex-fiance if he missed work without informing them. He really doesn’t want the bastard to be involved in his life anymore. 

“You were out for about 2 days, kero. It’s Sunday afternoon, so you haven’t missed any work days yet. Although, I doubt you’re going to get discharged today. And even if you do, you’ll still be on a few days of medical leaves, kero,” Tsuyu replied, and Izuku’s frown deepened. He really doesn’t want to stay in the hospital any longer than he has to. But if he gets discharged now, where can he go? He’s definitely not going back to that apartment, and hotel is not a long time solution. 

“If you’re worried about where you’re gonna stay, you know you can always stay with either of us. Our homes are always open for you, you know that, right?” Ochako asked, and Izuku wondered if he has muttered his thoughts and concerns out loud. God, he should stop doing that. And now his friends were all staring at him worriedly. 

“Ochako’s right, our homes are open for you. If you’re uncomfortable because we’re staying with our partners, you can stay at my apartment and I’ll live with Hanta until you find a new place for yourself. Hanta still has his apartment and I don’t think he minds if I live with him for a while,” Shoto offered and as much as Izuku hates the idea of troubling his friends, Shoto’s suggestion is the best one he could accept at the moment. 

“I- If you think it’s not going to be too much of a hassle, I’ll take up on that offer, Sho. I- Thank you so much, Sho. And please apologise and thank Hanta for me. I’ll do my best to get another apartment as soon as I can,” Izuku said, smiling wryly, and Shoto frowned.

“It’s no hassle at all and you don’t have to rush, take all the time you need to find an apartment. And you don’t need to apologise, none of this is your fault. You’d do the same if either of us need a place to stay,” Shoto said, and Izuku smiled. He might be unlucky with love but he knows he’s extremely lucky with the amazing friends he’s surrounded with. They had never left his side, always there for him and with him ever since high school. 

“Well, now that we get that settled, let’s get back to that bastard. How are we going to deal with that piece of shit?” Ochako asked, frowning as she looked at Izuku who instantly had frowns on his face upon hearing the bastard mentioned. 

“I told you, we’re going to kill that shit-”

“You’re not killing anybody, Sho. None of you will be killing anybody, and that includes you Himiko. Your lives are worth so much more and I won’t allow you guys to risk your future by killing a worthless asshole. He’s not worth it,” Izuku said as he looked at his best friends. He knows they’re probably kidding but he knows them too well too; that they might really kill the bastard for the shit he has done to Izuku. And Izuku doesn’t blame them because if it happens to any of them, he’ll consider killing the assholes that hurt his best friends too. 

“Then at least throw the bastard in jail, kero. With the video that you have-”

“No, I don’t want to do that,” Izuku croaked out, and he sighed when his best friends all turned to look at him with an incredulous expression. And maybe a little bit of anger too, and he doesn’t blame them.

“But why?! He hurts you! He fucking quirked you after cheating on you! Please don’t tell me you still love him and that you’re thinking of forgiving him and-”

“I can never forgive him, Sho. And the love that I had for him, I- it’s gone. He destroyed whatever little hope I had with love and now, it’s all empty. I don’t feel anything. I’m doing this for me. I recorded that video to secure myself in case he quirked me again. I didn’t do it for revenge to put him behind bars or anything like that,” Izuku explained, his voice serious as he looked at his best friends who were frowning as they looked at him. 

“But he’s dangerous, Izu. He didn’t just quirked you, he quirked other people too! And you know what’s worst, he doesn’t even think twice and was willing to do it again! He’s a Pro Hero but he’s more like a villain, roaming around free to abuse his powers without fear of getting caught,” Ochako said, and Izuku knew she was right. The bastard misusing his quirk is a crime but Izuku’s not sure if he has been misusing his quirk all this time or just those specific times that Izuku had heard. Izuku knows the number of times he misused his powers shouldn’t matter because it’s still against the law, but the thought of putting him behind bars and destroying his hard work as a Pro Hero doesn’t feel right to Izuku. Despite his cheating ass and how he had quirked Izuku, he did worked hard to reach where he is now.

“I- We don’t know how many times he has misused his quirk, and I don’t want to put him behind bars for something we aren’t sure of. Besides, the bastard knows I have proof of what he did and I’ve told him that I won’t think twice to send the video to Hawks and Lady Nagant if he dares to continue his shit. So, for now, I don’t want to deal with him anymore. I- I don’t want to see him or have anything to do with him. But you guys can monitor him if you want. And if he repeats his mistake, I won’t stop you guys from doing whatever you guys wanna do to him. Well, except killing him of course,” Izuku said, flashing a small smile, and his best friends sighed. 

“You’re doing this to protect his Pro Hero status but you know it’s not your fault even if he ends up behind bars, right? He fucked up all on his own, it’s not your fault for making it right to protect others from him,” Shoto said, and Izuku sighed as he nodded.

“I know, but that doesn’t mean I’ll feel any less guilty if his dream and career got destroyed because of me. You might think I’m lying but I’m actually doing this for me, for me to move on without any sorts of feelings attached. I might be selfish for thinking like this but I want to move on without any guilt or any sort of burden and baggage that I cause his downfall. Besides, I still have the proof. If he does repeat his mistake, then I’ll definitely use it to put him away. But for now, just for now, we’re over and I don’t want to get myself involved in his life anymore,” Izuku explained, and he’s glad when his best friends stopped their questioning and accepted his reasons. But it’s not that surprising, after all his best friends had always supported him in whatever decision he made. 

But Izuku couldn’t say the same for his bastard of an ex-fiance who started to harass him at his work place. Izuku was initially really glad to return to work 3 days after getting discharged, learning that the bastard hasn’t called nor make any appearance. Although there was that little bitter taste in his mouth and that numbing pain in his heart at how fast his ex-fiance had moved on, Izuku was also happy to not face the cheating bastard again. He thought he’d have a good time at work, focusing on his new project (an idea he got thanks to the bastard’s misuse of his quirk on him), but when the bastard appeared in the early hour of Monday morning a week later, Izuku realised the bastard hasn’t let him go. And fuck, he has never been more disgusted in his life. 

“Izu, Baby, please stop avoiding me and talk to me. I’m sorry! I’m really, really sorry! I regret all the shits I’ve done! I really do! Stop avoiding me and tell me what I should do to make up to you! Tell me what do you want me to do and I promise I’ll do it! I- I don’t want us to end like this,” Toshi the bastard had said on a Friday after he had caught Izuku exiting from the back gate, but Izuku didn’t even turn to look at him. He doesn’t even feel the need to respond, there was no feelings left in his heart. 

No pain, no love, nothing. Izuku just felt… numb. 

Without saying a single word, Izuku walked away. This happened daily, the bastard appearing shamelessly at his work place and Izuku avoiding him or walking away when the bastard happened to block his path. And just when he thought things couldn’t get any worst, the bastard appeared in front of Shoto’s apartment. This time, Shoto, Hanta, Ochako and Himiko were with them, and Izuku knew he couldn’t hide the bastard’s harassment from his best friends anymore. And obviously, they weren’t happy. Shoto almost used his fire on the bastard, he would have probably burnt the bastard to crisp if Hanta and Izuku wasn’t there to stop him.

“If we see or hear you harassing Izu ever again, I’ll make sure you’ll never get to fuck anyone ever again. And trust me, I have more than enough resources to get it fucking done,” Ochako had hissed, and Himiko supported her girlfriend by taking out the knife she always has on her. It was an old habit to have it on her and although she hasn’t used it in a long while, Izuku knew the ex-villain wouldn’t hesitate to use it if she has to, if she wants to.

And of course, after the bastard had left begrudgingly, Izuku was nagged and chewed on pretty badly by his best friends. It was his fault for not telling them but he doesn’t want to worry them and burden them more than he does. And, of course, he was rebuked sharply when he gave them that reason. Izuku knows he was at fault and so he accepted their suggestions of shifting to Hanta’s for now, and to keep shifting to each of their friends’ places so that the bastard wouldn’t be able to guess where he would be at.  

But Izuku was getting tired; tired of dealing with the bastard’s bullshit who still manage to find his ways to harass Izuku at work with his stupid support gears problems (of which Mei had took the chance to accidentally blow up one of his support gear twice), and the gaping hole in his heart that seems to bleed and hurt a lot more when he’s alone at night.

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🎶 I can't believe I'm falling in love once again 🎶

“No, you’re not spending another night in the office! It has been almost a week since you last went home with either of us. And it’s freaking Friday, let’s have some fun, Izu! It’s Kyoka and Denki’s engagement party! You’re pretty close to them, right? They told us to bring you along. Besides, it’s been a while since we went out for some fun. Come on, it’s just one night. Also, I need a dance partner since Himiko’s stuck with her shift at the hospital from the recent villain attack. Come on, come with us, please?” Ochako asked, batting her eyelashes as if that’d work on his gay ass. Okay, it worked but only because Ochako’s his best friend and it has been a while since he has some fun. ‘But damn it, I’m so close to getting this thing right!’

“Urgh, fine! I’ll go! But I’ll need to change first before-”

“We have your outfits here, kero. Shoto picked out his best shirt and we paired it with that new pants you bought a few days back. We even got you fresh undies and socks too, so you can just take a shower and change here, kero,” Tsuyu said, smiling innocently, but their readiness was creeping him off a little. He knows that smile, and their readiness means they were planning to get him to go whether he likes it or not. Shaking his head, Izuku couldn’t help the small smile on his face. ‘Just what are they planning now?’

“Wait, why did Sho picked out his best shirt instead of just my normal shirt? And why did you girls packed my new pants instead of my old ones? Are you guys up to something? Hmmm?” Izuku asked, eyeing them suspiciously, and his best friends simply looked at each other before shaking their heads. ‘Oh, they’re definitely up to something alright.’

“No, we didn’t plan anything. Really! We just want you to have fun! But if you happen to meet a guy who hits on you and decides to bring you home for the night, then that’s the bonus we’re counting on,” Ochako said, smirking, and Izuku sighed at her blatant reply. 

“Ochako, we’ve talked about this. You know I’m not looking for love right now. In fact, I don’t think I’m going to be interested with love in long while,” Izuku said, but it doesn’t seem to stop his best friend as she took the bag of clothes from Tsuyu and pushed them into Izuku’s arms.

“I’m not asking you to fall in love, Izu. All I’m asking you to do is to have fun. Sometimes, you’ll need another guy’s warmth and comfort in bed to forget the pain caused by another,” Ochako replied, and Izuku frowned.

“That’s what I did previously, remember? I gave that asshole a chance to move on from Kacchan, but see what that got me into?” Izuku asked, frowning at the stupid decision he made years ago. And Izuku’s frown deepened when, instead of getting the usual sad smiles and understanding nods from his friends, both girls sighed exasperatedly as they threw a disappointing look at Izuku and he wondered if he had misinterpreted what they meant. But what else could they mean if it’s not to give another chance at finding love?!

“What Ochako-chan means is to have sex, kero. And you don’t need to fall in love to have sex. Maybe that’ll lighten you up a little bit and opens you up to have more fun instead of drowning yourself with work, kero,” Tsuyu said, and Izuku felt heat rushing to his cheeks at the mention of sex. ‘Wh- Why are they talking about sex now?! Wait, is it really possible to have sex without knowing who that person is and without any feelings involved? Would- Would that really help with whatever pain I’m feeling in my heart?’

“Come on, stop overthinking things and go get ready already! Shoto and Hanta is on the way here, and Tenya just texted me that he had just arrived,” Ochako said, and Izuku nodded as he made his way to change. 

Although he kept telling himself that there’s no need to overdo his preparation, Izuku still took longer than usual to get ready. Using the shaver he had bought a few days earlier for his unkept facial hairs, Izuku had shaved his privates and armpits clean, and had even managed to tame and style his usually messy hair. No, Izuku isn’t expecting to be brought home but just in case he is, at least he’s all prepared. Again, he’s not expecting anything. ‘Nope, this is all just so I’m prepared. Nothing more.’

As much as Izuku tries to convince himself that he wasn’t excited and that he would be happier to stay in the office to complete his project, he couldn’t hide his excitement when he reappeared in front of his best friends all styled and ready, smelling good in his signature cologne. He had blushed when the girls had exchanged looks with a knowing smirk but he was glad they hadn’t said anything else as they as they dragged him out of his office, giggling excitedly.

“We’re so going to have fun!” Ochako exclaimed amidst her giggling, and Izuku couldn’t help but to laugh at their excitement. Staring at his best friends as they talked about which club the party was being held, Izuku realised it had been way too long since he went out with his best friends that he doesn’t even remember when was the last time he had hit the club and had fun with them.

Izuku was all excited until they exited the lift and heard Tenya’s voice booming in the quiet lobby, and Izuku froze. Tenya doesn’t get angry easily, the last time Izuku saw him getting this angry was after his fight with Stain. But here he was, with his voice dangerously low and loud, ordering someone to leave the place and to stop bothering Izuku. And Izuku knew who it was without even having to see or hear who the other person was.

“Is this the reason why you had been staying over in the office, kero?” Tsuyu asked, the cheeriness in her voice gone as she looked at Izuku, and he winced when he could see the disappointment and anger in her voice. 

“I- I’m sorry. I- I didn’t mean to hide it from you guys. I didn’t want to worry you guys when you already have your hero works working you down to your bones. I- I just thought I could handle this on my own. I really thought he would stop coming if I stopped going down,” Izuku said, and he wasn’t lying. He was sorry for keeping this a secret, but Izuku really thought the bastard would give up if he just stopped appearing in front of him. Izuku doesn’t think the bastard would be this fucking relentless.

“Why would you shut yourself- You know what, we’ll settle with you later. For now, I’m going to kill that asshole,” Ochako snapped and she stormed off with Tsuyu right by her side, leaving Izuku in his place as he sighed sadly. He knew he has hurt them again and he hates it. Izuku really didn’t mean to, he just doesn’t want to trouble anyone more than he already does.

“You’re either stupid or that fucking egoistic if you think Izuku would still be with you after all the shit you have done. It’s over, Shinsou, move fucking on.”

“What makes you think you can speak for Izuku? Just because you’re friends? I have been with him for 5 years, I know him better than any of you. And I’m very sure he’ll forgive me. You guys are just stopping me from seeing him because you know he’ll come back to me, and you don’t want that, do you Uraraka? Because I know, you and your crazy villain girlfriend has the hots for him. Don’t even fucking think you’ll get your fucking hands on him. He’s mine and he’ll be only mine.”

“What? What the fuck are you talking about? We’re best friends and-”

“Best friends? HAH! Keep telling yourself that! I can see how you, your crazy girlfriend and Todoroki all eyeing him like a fucking piece of meat! You all have been waiting for us to break up because you want to keep him to your fucking self! Dream the fuck on! I’ll never let him fucking go!”

“Wow, you’re not just stupid but you’re crazy, delusional and blind too. But you can think what you want, Izuku is our best friend and we’ll protect him. Also, if you think we’re stopping him from meeting you, you’re dead wrong. That’s him and his choice. He has long moved on from your cheating ass.”

“No! You’re lying! Izuku loves me! Izuku will always love me! He’ll forgive me for this mistake! Everyone cheats every once in a while, I lost my way but I’m back and I’ll not make the same mistake ever again! He knows it!”

Izuku’s clenched fists shook with anger and disgust, and he stormed his away towards the group gathered in the middle of the lobby. He has heard enough bullshit and he wasn’t going to let the bastard go without letting him know how exactly Izuku feels for him now. Izuku’s going to make sure the bastard knows just where he stands in Izuku’s life right now. Izuku’s going to make it fucking known how he has no fucking chance at getting Izuku back again. 

“Izuku! You- You’re here! I know you’ll come to see me! I- I know I fucked up but I promise I’ll never cheat on you ever again! I really am sorry! I shouldn’t have hurt you like this but I love you! I really do! I already stopped all contact with Rin and even requested to change hero partner! Please, please come back to me,” Toshi the bastard plead, his eyes glistening with tears as he stared at Izuku, but Izuku felt nothing. 

Nothing at all. Zero. Zilch.

Izuku stepped forward in front of the bastard and struck him hard across his face, the resounding slap echoed loud and clear in the silent lobby. The bastard stumbled backwards and slowly lifted his head to look at Izuku, his eyes wide in shock, and Izuku spit out, “What makes you think that I would go back with you after all that you have done? No, just how can you even think that I would forgive your cheating ass? Did you think I was that desperate for you? Really?” 

“N- No! No! You- You’re lying! You love me! You said I was your hero! And you haven’t sent the video to Hawks and-”

“I didn’t send the video to Hawks because of the little consideration I had for you for how hard you have worked to become a hero, not because I still love you. Because I don’t. I really fucking don’t. And-”

“NO! That- THAT CONSIDERATION MEANS THAT YOU STILL LOVE ME! THAT YOU STILL CARE FOR ME! PLEASE! IZU! DON’T LEAVE ME! IT’S- IT’S JUST A MISTAKE! IT’S A STUPID MISTAKE AND EVERYONE MAKES MISTAKES! YOU-”

“YOUR CHEATING IS NOT A MISTAKE BUT A FUCKING CHOICE! And I made mine! If I can get over Kacchan whom I had loved with my whole heart at one point, what makes you think I cannot get over you? You, who don’t even hold a candle to how I felt for him? Whatever I had felt for you, it was left in that stupid apartment. So get this, I don’t fucking love you-”

“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU MENTIONING THAT FUCKER?! NO! YOU LOVE ME! I MADE YOU FORGET HIM! I MADE YOU LOVE AGAIN! GIVE US ANOTHER-”

“YOU DID BUT YOU CHOSE TO CHEAT ON ME! And now I feel nothing for you. Nothing at all. It’s over. And if you still can’t accept this and keep harassing me, if you even appear in front of me again, I swear to God I’ll send that video to Hawks and Lady Nagant. Don’t challenge me, Shinsou, you know I’ll do it,” Izuku threatened, his voice cold devoid of any emotions, and he walked past Toshi the bastard without even glancing at him. 

Shoto and Hanta arrived in Shoto’s car barely minutes later. And Shoto, upon seeing the purple haired mess standing in the middle of the lobby, had jumped out of his car and was all ready to end Toshi’s life. Tenya was fast to stop him, saying there’s security cameras everywhere, and Hanta took Shoto in his arms to calm him down.

“Let’s just go, Sho. He’s- He’s not worth it,” Izuku said, his voice barely above a whisper as he got into the backseat of Shoto’s car. Izuku was exhausted, the excitement he had earlier was long gone. If it was up to him, Izuku would just go home, tuck himself in his blanket and maybe cry himself to sleep. But since he has done enough crying over the past month and Izuku himself knows it’s pointless to waste his tears over an asshole, he decides that it’s time to listen to his best friends and have fun instead of wallowing in his feelings. ‘Maybe getting drunk and wasted would dull this pain a little.’

Izuku doesn’t know which club they were going or how long it took them to get there, but he knows they had reached their destination when the car stopped and Ochako had gently nudged him to get him out of the car. Getting out and looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, Izuku realised this isn’t the club they used to frequent in the past. Izuku eyed the long queue outside of the club but before he could even take a step towards the waiting line, Hanta brought out the confirmed email reservation from Mina and they were immediately showed the door towards the VIP sections. As they walked in, Shoto, Hanta and Tenya pushed him to walk in the centre of the group. 

“Stay close to us. I didn’t see that bastard following us but just in case, it’ll be safer for you to walk in the centre. We’ll keep a look out for him,” Shoto said, his voice serious as his eyes trained to watch everyone that comes even a little bit too close to them.

“I- I don’t think he’s that stupid to follow us here, Sho,” Izuku said, but he wasn’t so sure either because his ex-fiance had proved himself to be quite relentless the past month.

“I wouldn’t count on the guy to listen to your words, Izuku. It’s safer for you to stay in the middle while we stay on the look out for him,” Tenya said and Izuku simply nodded, keeping his own eyes trained to people near them and moving away when someone gets too close. 

Izuku noticed someone waving excitedly from the other side of the dance floor and seeing how Hanta had waved back, he guessed that must be the rest of their friends who had arrived to celebrate the newly engaged couple. And it was then it strikes him, an important detail that had slipped his mind because he was far too excited at the thought of having fun and then exhausted from his encounter with his ex-fiance; this is Denki and Kyoka’s engagement party and they’re very close to Kacchan, which means that there’s a high chance that he’s here. Shit. ‘SHIT! KACCHAN MIGHT BE HERE?!’ 

“Izu, you okay? Did you see him?! Is he here?!” Ochako asked, panic evident in her voice as she started to look around, and it was then Izuku realised his face must have reflected the sudden panic and anxiety he felt at the thought of meeting Kacchan here. 

“N- No! No, I didn’t see him. I- I thought I saw someone I- I knew but I must have seen wrong. He- He’s not here,” Izuku replied, and he knew Ochako was doubting his words because she looked around a few times, prompting Tsuyu and Shoto to do the same, and only stopped when she realised he was telling the truth; Toshi’s not here. ‘But Ka- Kacchan might be here.’

Izuku hates how his heart raced just by the thought of seeing Kacchan here. It makes no sense for his heart to still react this way at the thought of seeing the red eyed blonde whom he hasn’t seen in more than 2 years, and hadn’t spoken to for even longer. His stupid heart shouldn’t be reacting like this when it wasn’t even confirmed that Kacchan’s here. ‘But what difference would it make if Kacchan is here? Nothing, no difference at all. Kacchan will avoid me and I’ll be going home with the same pain in my heart. It’s better if he’s not here.’

Despite how he very much wanted to know if Kacchan was here or not, Izuku forced himself to look everywhere but the booth opposite of them. His heart wasn’t slowing down and he decided to down a couple of shots before he was able to take a look and confirm if Kacchan was really here or not. Izuku wasn’t sure how many shots he has taken when Eijirou and Mina informed them that they were to move to the booth next to theirs. But judging from how light and fuzzy he’s feeling, Izuku supposed he has taken quite a few. 

“Izu, you better slow down or you’re going to black out before you can even congratulate the engaged couple,” Ochako said from beside him, pulling away the glass of shot from his hand as she pulled him to stand up.

“But- But I’m fine, Chako! You told me to have fun and this is me having fun! And now you’re telling me to slow down? You’re confusing me, woman!” Izuku replied, his words slurring a little as he walked towards the booth that had been prepared for them. 

“I told you to have fun, not drink to your death!” Ochako shoots back as she passes him a bottle of water the moment they reached the new booth. “Drink or I won’t let you have another drop of alcohol.”

And knowing Ochako long enough to know that she wasn’t joking, Izuku took the bottle of water and chugged half of it down. It helped calm the fuzziness in his head but it wasn’t enough to stop the dull pain in his heart. Wait, wasn’t drinking and getting drunk supposed to make him feel better? Why was he feeling worst instead? Or hasn’t he drank enough? Izuku ordered more shots and beers, even accepting the strong disgusting ones from Denki, but he just can’t seem to get rid of the aching pain in his chest. Well, at least it gives him the courage to look at the booth next to his. 

And that’s when his green eyes meet the familiar ruby red eyes staring back at him. Izuku was taken aback for a short few seconds, his fuzzy brain taking it’s time to confirm whether those were the ruby red eyes that used to look at him when they were in high school or they simply looked similar. The few seconds passed and Izuku came to the conclusion that he has no confirmation whether the person was Kacchan or not; his alcohol mushed up brain was too fuzzy to actually confirm it and the dark lighting in the club wasn’t exactly helping. 

Izuku flashed a small smile before turning away. 

Izuku doesn’t know how long had passed or how many drinks he had downed, but he was feeling lighter, he was feeling better. When he felt that swaying in his seat wasn’t enough, Izuku got up to join the others on the dance floor. He was dancing, laughing and having fun with Mina and Kyoka when he felt hands sliding up his waist followed by bodies grinding up against him. Izuku wanted to push them away but Ochako’s words of having fun echoed in his head, and so he let them be. He danced and swayed along with their bodies, the hands getting harsher and more desperate as minutes passed. 

“You’re so damn sexy, sweetheart,” a voice whispered next to his ear, his breath reeks of alcohol and Izuku could feel his hands squeezing Izuku’s hips.

“Wanna come home with us? We promise we’ll give you a good time,” another voice said, and Izuku could feel his lips grazing the back of his other ear. 

Normally, Izuku would never consider this; he has never done one night stands and it has never crossed his mind to have sex with strangers he barely knows. However, after all that has happened in the past month, Izuku has never felt so wanted before. Besides, this is what Ochako meant right? Sex without any feelings involved? However, before Izuku could even accept the offer, a pair of warm hands ripped him away from the bodies behind him and he was smacked hard against another body. And oh, the body behind him was warm too. 

Too warm, and it’s familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. 

Izuku could hear voices shouting one after another but his brain wasn’t paying attention to whatever they were saying because it’s entire focus was zoned in on the pair of warm hands that’s holding tight onto his waist possessively. The hands were warm, way too warm that they reminded him of Kacchan’s when he used to warm him up during cold weather, and the way the person behind him held onto him caused his heart to race uncharacteristically fast. But what caught Izuku’s attention most was his smell; the familiar bittersweet smell of burnt caramel invaded Izuku’s senses and they immediately reminded him of Kacchan. Izuku was made to turn around and he was greeted by the sight of familiar looking blonde spiky hair and ruby red eyes staring softly at him. 

Oh, he looked like Kacchan too.

“Oi Izu, you okay? Did those fuckers do anything to you?” the guy who looked like Kacchan asked, and Izuku was so drunk that he doesn’t even question how did the stranger knew his name. ‘He sounds familiar. He sounds like…’

Kacchan.

Despite his drunken, out of mind state, Izuku still couldn’t help but to hear the similarities in the person’s voice to Kacchan’s. Except, this guy’s voice sounded a little bit deeper than Kacchan’s, but a whole lot softer. Does that even make sense? Izuku doesn’t know but what he knows is that this couldn’t be Kacchan because Kacchan wouldn’t be standing this close to Izuku. Kacchan hates him, he wouldn’t be standing this close and holding onto Izuku this tight. But Izuku couldn’t help himself but to feel happy that a person who looked like Kacchan was holding onto him the way he had once hoped Kacchan to do. 

“Hmmm? Who? What do what? Am never better! Hic! Am so so happy!” Izuku replied, and he felt himself smiling wider than he had for the past month. His heart was fluttering the way it shouldn’t because Izuku had promised himself that he wouldn’t fall in love anytime soon but how could he resist drowning in the ruby red eyes that were staring deep into his. 

He wasn’t sure if it’s the alcohol in his system talking or his sexually depraved ass craving to be penetrated for the night, Izuku felt like he could see the red eyed blonde wanting him too. Izuku leaned into the stranger’s touch, his own hands travelling and exploring the warm body flushed against his, and he felt warmth pooling in his core from how hard and toned the body felt. Desire and excitement filled his entire body fast, and Izuku decided that he’s going to let this red eyed blonde Kacchan look alike wreck him for the night. 

“You have beautiful eyes. They remind me of someone,” Izuku whispered, his first attempt at trying to seduce the guy, and it seemed to work because the gorgeous stranger smirked and leaned even closer. And Izuku felt his body burned under his intense gaze and warm touch. Oh, Izuku wants more.

Izuku doesn’t know how they ended up talking about his first love Kacchan, it was probably in the similarities in the way the burning red eyes were staring at him (Kacchan used to stare at him a lot when they were… friends), or how he’s sharing about how much he misses Kacchan (Izuku only realises this when he came face to face with the red eyed blonde in front of him and he had actually secretly hoped he was Kacchan). But what Izuku does know is that the gorgeous red eyed blonde had kissed him, and it was amazingly, scorchingly hot. 

The Kacchan look alike’s lips felt hotter than his hands, and the way he kissed and hold Izuku with so much desire burned Izuku with fire he has never felt before. Izuku has never felt like this kissing Toshi, and he has never kissed anyone else before. Izuku doesn’t want to let go, he needs more of the red eyed blonde in front of him. Izuku was sure the red eyed blonde wanted him in the same way Izuku wanted the red eyed blonde but then the red eyed blonde pulled away and rejected him, and Izuku doesn’t know why that hurts more than it should. Was it because of all the alcohol that filled his brain and body?

“Do- You don’t want me too? Do you want girls only? Like that fucking Eyebag? Why doesn’t anybody want me? I- I can satisfy you real good too, I promise,” Izuku said, tears blurring his eyes as he looked straight in the ruby red eyes that immediately panicked and those warm hands hold him even tighter. 

Izuku couldn’t understand why the red eyed blonde kept thinking he’s drunk, he’s not drunk. Well, maybe a little tipsy, but he’s definitely not drunk. Izuku tried to argue, tried to show how much he wants the red eyed blonde to take him home, but it seemed like the red eyed blonde was certain on not doing anything more with Izuku and Izuku was too drunk tipsy to think of anything else. The red eyed blonde took his silence as an agreement to get out of the dance floor and Izuku felt himself getting dragged towards his booth. They only made it a few steps forward when Izuku’s brain and vision started to spin so fast, and he felt something pushing up his guts. Izuku stopped, frowning when he tasted something bitter and disgusting coming up his throat. 

“Wai- Wait. I- I think I need the restroom. I don’t feel so good,” was the only thing Izuku managed to say before everything spills out of his mouth. Izuku felt the way the too warm hands (this guy definitely has a fire related quirk, was another thought that popped in his mind somewhere) holding tight onto him, and the last thing he saw before he blacked out was the red eyed blonde looking at him softly, almost too lovingly, and Izuku remembered thinking how good it would be if he was indeed Kacchan. 

🎶 I can't believe I'm falling in love, but I am 🎶

🎶 I never thought that I would be strong enough to move on 🎶 

Izuku would be lying if he said he had never wished or hoped to be reunited with Kacchan. Kacchan might have broken his heart with the things he have said but Kacchan was his best friend, one who understood him on levels not many people does, and Izuku really treasured the friendship that he shared with Kacchan. But when years passed and nothing seemed to change, Izuku has stopped hoping. He doesn’t even dare to dream of meeting Kacchan and having a short conversation with him.

So, how is it that Izuku’s now sitting in between Kacchan’s legs, cradled tight against his chest with Kacchan’s arms around his waist and his chin on Izuku’s shoulder? How is it possible that he’s hearing Kacchan saying he misses Izuku and that Izuku feels every rush of his heartbeats thundering hard against his chest which was pressed flushed against Izuku’s back? Is this all a dream? It seemed like it but Kacchan’s warm breath breathing down his ear proved to him otherwise. This is not a dream, it’s real. Kacchan is really here with Izuku and Izuku couldn’t think of anything because his heart was thundering loud in his ears. ‘Kacchan’s here. Kacchan is really here, and he misses me. But why? I thought he hated me. He has always avoided me. I- I don’t understand.’

“I thought you didn’t want me in your life. What changed?” Izuku asked, and he hated how soft his voice sounded. He had wanted to sound harsher, angrier and full of hatred if possible, but the anger he felt brewing inside him had all melted away when Kacchan approached him in the bathroom. It doesn’t even last 5 minutes, and Izuku hates that he’s still not able to stay mad at Kacchan. Years passed and it seemed like, despite all the changes, some things didn’t change. Izuku still couldn’t stay mad at Kacchan and despite how hurt and heartbroken he was, Izuku still couldn’t hate Kacchan. 

“Ya know I never do anything that I don’t wanna do, right? But the only fucking time I had to do something I never wanted to do was hurting you and pushing you out of my life. I- I thought you had gotten together with fucking Eyebag. I saw you guys-” Kacchan was saying, and Izuku frowned. He couldn’t understand what Kacchan was saying. ‘Kacchan wanted me out of his life because he thought I had gotten together with Toshi? But- But I only get together with Toshi to get over Kacchan. What is Kacchan talking about?’

“Wait, wait! Which time period are you talking about? Because I didn’t get together with that cheating asshole until almost 2 years after we graduated!” Izuku exclaimed, a confused frown etched on his face as he turned around slightly to look at Kacchan.

“I know! I mean I only found out about that yesterday when Round Face and Icy Hot was talking to me. Look, all these years, I thought you had gotten together with that fucker on the day I was planning to confess to you. And before you interrupt me, let me finish what I wanna say and you can say what you wanna say. ‘S that okay, Izu?” Kacchan asked, and Izuku simply nodded because he was lost in Kacchan’s ruby red eyes staring gently at him and his brain couldn’t think of anything to say when it’s focus was on how gentle and soft Kacchan’s voice was. Kacchan was never this gentle when he was younger and Izuku doesn’t know how to handle this soft Kacchan. Despite how loud his heart was thumping against his ears from Kacchan’s confession of wanting to confess to him when they were in high school, Izuku still did his best to listen to what Kacchan was sharing. It’s an explanation long overdue, one Izuku had always dreamed of years before, but he had never thought that Toshi had his hands in this. It never occurred to Izuku that someone close to him was the reason behind their fallout. “-that son of a bitch confronted me and told me to back off because you had fucking chosen him and-”

“HE WHAT?!” Izuku shouted, shocked and anger was an understatement of how he felt at the moment. Izuku knew Toshi liked him since their high school days but that was after the fallout between Kacchan and him, wasn’t it? Toshi had listened to Izuku crying his eyes out for Kacchan and Izuku had let Toshi comforted him, and that’s how Toshi fell for him. Well, that was what Toshi had told him but apparently, like what Izuku had found out in the past month, the guy is a fucking liar and he was the one who caused it all. But how did he get Izuku to hug him? Izuku doesn’t remember hugging him in high school at all. 

“-I swear, not one day did I stop loving you. I missed you like crazy but it fucking hurts whenever I see you with that fucker. I’m so fucking sorry, Izuku,” Kacchan said, and Izuku felt Kacchan hugging him tighter and he wondered if it was possible for his heart to pop out of his mouth if Kacchan hugged him any tighter. His heart was already beating fast from Kacchan’s confession and his brain wasn’t exactly working at the moment, it probably short circuited itself when Kacchan confessed that he has never stopped loving Izuku. How was Izuku supposed to think of what to say now if his hungover brain is in a useless state and his heart is already working overtime? 

The silence was loud and it feels like he could hear the sounds of their heart beating loud in the engulfing silence. Oh, that was just the sound of his heart beating loud in his ears. But being hugged and flushed tight against Kacchan’s chest, Izuku could feel Kacchan’s heart running wild against his back. ‘Why is Kacchan’s heart beating so fast? Is he nervous? Is he afraid? No, that- that’s impossible! Kacchan has never been afraid or nervous. He had always been so confident with everything. If so, why- why is his heart beating so fast now?’

Izuku couldn’t help himself but to turn around to look at Kacchan, and he found himself staring into Kacchan’s eyes. Izuku looked deep into his eyes, looking for any signs of lies or trickery but all he saw was an unfamiliar fear and anxiety that he has never seen in Kacchan’s eyes before. And he doesn’t like that look in Kacchan’s eyes. Kacchan’s eyes should only reflect confidence and strength, and so, to ease the worries off his face, Izuku shared his side of the story. Izuku took his time to share; explaining how Toshi had confessed a few months after their fallout but he had rejected him (obviously leaving out the part that he hadn’t accepted Toshi because he was actually waiting for Kacchan to come back), and how he really didn’t have a single memory of their supposed hug. And the more they talked, the more an unsettling realisation sinks in Izuku’s stomach. And from the way Kacchan’s face contorted into a terrifying frown, Izuku knew Kacchan was thinking of the same thing too. But it couldn’t be, right? ‘But that explained the short memory loss from that time. Shit, Toshi really quirked me back in high school.’

“FUCKING SON OF A BITCH! ‘M GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON HIM!” Kacchan roared, his hands were already off Izuku’s waist as they shook and sparked dangerously by his sides.

Izuku had never liked it when Kacchan got angry in the past, and it seemed like that hadn’t changed either because he found himself throwing his entire body against Kacchan’s as he hold him tight to soothe him. Despite his own anger towards his ex-fiance, Izuku found himself comforting Kacchan first. Izuku stroked his blonde hair as if he had been doing this his entire lifetime and Kacchan melted in his hold as if he had been waiting for this moment his entire life. With Kacchan’s face against his chest, his huge delicious arms and hands around his waist, and Izuku resting his chin on top of Kacchan’s head as he fiddles the back of Kacchan’s hair gently; Izuku realised how they fit each other like a pair of gloves, like they were each other’s missing puzzle pieces, and his heart raced at the thought.

“I missed you. I really fucking missed you, do you know that?” Kacchan whispered, his voice soft and gentle, and Izuku realised he wanted to see more of this soft Kacchan. He- He really could get use this soft Kacchan. Since Izuku wanted to look at Kacchan, he shifted and settled onto his lap, straddling him as he placed his hands on Kacchan’s shoulders. He hadn’t thought of anything much of his action until he looked up to look at Kacchan and-

Oh.

Kacchan was staring at him with his eyes wide and his lips parted slightly, and Izuku could feel the way his body went rigid for a short few seconds before he relaxed beneath him. And, somehow, the way Kacchan reacted triggered a fire that he had never felt before. Like he wanted to tease and burn Kacchan the same way that fire burns him. And so he did. Izuku slid his hands up Kacchan’s nape and played with his hair, and he almost smirked at the way Kacchan’s breath hitched at each of his movements. 

However, Izuku’s body wasn’t the only thing that was burning, his heart was up in flames from Kacchan’s confessions. They talked, they bickered, Izuku teased Kacchan the way he had never done before, Kacchan assured Izuku in ways Izuku never thought was possible, and Kacchan loved him. No, he loves Izuku so much that he’s willing to be anything that Izuku could offer now. 

“I don’t care, nerd. I’ll fucking take whatever you can give me. You want me to be your rebound? I’ll be at your fucking service. You want us to be friends? Give me back my best friend title and consider it done. You need someone to have fun with? I’ll be your fucking boy toy but you have to be exclusively mine,” Kacchan was saying but Izuku had cuts him off because Kacchan’s confession was making him all dizzy and breathless. But as usual, when has Kacchan ever stopped when he wanted to do something? Kacchan continued to confess his feelings, and Izuku doesn’t know what to do. His heart was racing fast and thundering hard against his chest, too fast and too hard that he feels like his heart was going to jump out of his chest. The fear of getting hurt again screamed at him to push Kacchan away but then his eyes met Kacchan’s ruby red eyes staring deep into his, as if screaming at him to give him a chance, and Izuku’s heart squeezed painfully at the thought of disappointing those eyes.

His heart caved, and Izuku nodded.

“Okay, Kacchan, let’s- let’s try this out,” was Izuku’s short response, because he doesn’t trust himself to say more. Despite how fast his heart was beating for Kacchan, Izuku was still afraid of getting disappointed and hurt again. He wanted to tell Kacchan how his heart was beating loud and fast for him, but he wasn’t sure if he should. What if things doesn’t end well between them? What if Kacchan decides that this was all a mistake? What if Kacchan finds someone else, someone far better than a Quirkless like him? What if Kacchan gets sick of him? What if Izuku gets his heart broken again?

There were so many what ifs appearing in his head but Kacchan’s happiness were loud, so loud and profound that it drove all those thoughts away. The way Kacchan hugged him tight and peppered gentle kisses on his skin assured him that this is okay, that their relationship is different. The way Kacchan looked at him held unsaid promises, one that seemed to promise that Izuku will be okay this time. Despite how Izuku had said he won’t fall in love or get into a new relationship anytime soon, he knew that promise was long broken by his own heart when Kacchan confessed to him. Izuku should wonder why he was so accepting of Kacchan’s apology and confession, he should be more afraid or cautious since Kacchan had shut him out of his life so easily before, but he doesn’t wonder because this was how it had always been. Because Kacchan is Kacchan, and Kacchan had always been an exception to everything in Izuku’s life. 

And even now, when Izuku had promised to not fall in love again, he had fallen in love yet again and with none other than the first guy he had ever loved.

🎶 No, this wasn't part of the plan 🎶 

Izuku was 4 years old when the doctor had diagnosed him as Quirkless. It wasn’t easy to accept the diagnosis, even more so when his father had left him and his mother because of it. His mother had looked around for second opinion and had tried to look for a miracle that could give him a quirk, any quirk, but it was of no use. Izuku’s Quirkless and it took him and his mother 2 years to give up on any sort of miracle and focus on the future, his future. 

Izuku was 7 years old when he realised he had a niche at figuring out people’s quirks and ways to enhance them. He started jotting down in a notebook and one notebook soon evolved to 3, and soon he had a collection of notebooks on quirks and support items. With this new little hobby, Izuku realised he could still save people. He wouldn’t be able to become a Pro Hero but with this, he could help the Pro Heroes enhance their quirks and, in turn, help the Pro Heroes save more lives and defeat more villains. 

Izuku had barely passed his first month of first year in middle school when the verbal bullying he experienced daily had escalated into the destruction of his personal belongings; his pencil case went missing and only to be found in the rubbish bin outside of his class, his missing school bag was found wet in the toilet bowl, his desk and chair was vandalised with disgusting words, and his personal lockers were vandalised and filled with trash. It was painful at first, especially when teachers don’t seem to care about what was obviously going on, but Izuku got used to it. Besides, he couldn’t give up when he has a dream to chase. 

Izuku was 2 months into his third year of middle school when the bullying had escalated into physical assault. At first it was tripping him in class but when he didn’t gave the reaction they had wanted, it got worst. There wasn’t a day that he went home unbruised. But even Izuku had his limits, and they reached that limit when one of them used their mind-bending quirk on one of their innocent classmate to make him use his fire sparkle quirk on Izuku. Izuku wasn’t badly burnt, a 2nd degree burn on his right shoulder and arms which he had used to cover his face, but it was them using their quirks on innocent people that had pissed Izuku off. Izuku returned to school the next day and, with his knowledge on their quirks, he reflected all their quirks usage with little tricks back on them. This time, however, none of the bullies escaped punishments. Unlike his past teachers, their new homeroom teacher, Shirakumo-sensei, took this seriously and the bullies were all severely punished with taints on their records and suspensions from school until further notice. Izuku, on the other hand, was offered a life changing experience.

“You did great in protecting yourself. If I hadn’t known that you’re Quirkless, I would have thought that you had some kind of intellectual quirk with how you reflected each of their quirks with simple tools. Did you figure out their quirk and make the tools yourself, Midoriya?” Shirakumo-sensei asked after all the other students and their parents left. Izuku had requested the school to not call his mother as he doesn’t want to worry her more than she already does. 

“Y- Yes, sensei. I- I like to watch how people’s quirks worked and how it could be better and be used it battles. I would also try to figure out what quirks or support items could be used against the quirks. I- I actually wanted to be a Pro Hero, like All Might, when I was young but since I’m Quirkless, I thought being in the support line wouldn’t be so bad either. I just want to help people and that’s why I was so angry when they had used their quirks on others just to hurt me,” Izuku said, frowning as he recalled how his classmate had shrieked in fear when he realised he had hurt Izuku against his will. 

“And that’s what a hero does, standing up and fighting for those in need. Your actions today prove that you’re already a hero, Midoriya. And with your talents and skills, I believe you’ll definitely be a great addition to the support line. You know what, I’m actually good friends with a few of the teachers in UA. Let me ask them if they still accept recommendation,” Shirakumo-sensei said, smiling, and Izuku’s teary eyes widened in surprise at the offer. It was too good to be true, being offered a recommendation at Izuku’s dream school, but from how he could feel his homeroom teacher squeezed his shoulder as he walked out, Izuku knew it’s not a dream or an imagination. It’s real, and Izuku had just been offered a recommendation to a spot in UA High School. 

And just like that, after a meeting with UA High School’s Principal, Izuku was offered a spot in UA’s Support Course Department. Being the first Quirkless to enter UA High School with an almost perfect score for his written test for the entrance exam, Izuku was immediately taken under Power Loader’s wing. His first task was to assist Power Loader, who was also his homeroom teacher, to upgrade the heroes in training’s support gears and it was then he laid eyes on something, or rather someone, so beautiful he felt his heart stopped for a couple of seconds. 

“Wow,” was all Izuku could mutter, his eyes widened in awe as he watched the hero in training blast into the air. Izuku couldn’t hide the amazement he felt as he watched the guy used his quirk to blast and catapult himself into the air, using his quirk as a mean to fly despite his quirk not being a flight type. 

‘Oh, he’s beautiful.’

Being fascinated with quirks almost all his life, Izuku had seen so many quirks that caught his eyes and took his breath away but he had never felt this way towards the quirk users themselves. This time, his breath wasn’t stolen by the quirk but the quirk user himself; the blonde hair shining bright amidst the sun and the confident smirk etched on his lips as he took down his opponent. Izuku had never felt this before; his heart beating fast against his ribcage as if he had just finished his morning cardio workouts and his eyes getting drawn to the blonde haired guy whose name he doesn’t even know. Thinking of name, Izuku reached out to the guy’s folder.

“Bakugou Katsuki.”

Izuku doesn’t know whether was it fate or was it mere coincidence that Power Loader had assigned him to upgrade Bakugou Katsuki’s support gears but what he did know was that he had spent a lot more time and effort on the blonde’s support gears than the others he had been assigned to.

Izuku’s first meeting with the blonde was nothing short of nerve wrecking. He was tasked to collect more informations from the blonde’s class. Izuku was to explain what information he needed; such as what the heroes in training want from the upgrade or how their quirks had progressed thus far, but all he could hear was how loud his heart was thumping against his ears. Izuku could barely focus because of how the blonde’s beautiful red eyes were staring intensely at him. He was already a nervous wreck because he knew this was the blonde’s class and the blonde himself doesn’t make things easier because of how he was staring at him. And those red eyes, oh so beautiful red eyes that Izuku couldn’t see through the screen days earlier, were so intense that Izuku’s words stumbled a few times that he really wanted the floor to swallow him up. 

“Is- Is everything okay?” was Izuku’s first attempt at striking a conversation with the blonde. 

“Everything’s fucking fine,” was the blonde’s curt reply, and Izuku doesn’t know why his heart felt hurt at the harsh tone in the blonde’s voice. It felt like he was rejected but Izuku’s used to rejection and harsh words, and yet this simple cold response caused his heart to squeeze uncomfortably. And Izuku couldn’t fathom why. But Izuku wasn’t one to give up, and so he decided to try one last time, promising himself that he wouldn’t bother the blonde ever again if the blonde refused to interact with him. One can’t force friendship, and Izuku doesn’t want to be a nuisance to the blonde.

“Do you need help? With the form?” was Izuku’s second try, and Izuku braced himself for the rejection. But to his pleasant surprise, the blonde accepted his offer to help with the form.

And as they talked (Izuku had to strain hard to focus and listen to what the blonde was saying because the blonde’s voice was raspy and it stirs Izuku’s heart in ways Izuku doesn’t understand), Izuku realised the red eyed blonde wasn’t just beautiful in his appearance. Bakugou was cute in his own ways and he seemed to listen to everything Izuku was saying, but what caused Izuku’s heart to beat faster than it already was was his acceptance and praise when Izuku revealed he was Quirkless. 

“What? You’re fucking lying! You just gave me a fucking detailed breakdown of what I could do with my gauntlets and it was fucking spot on! And you’re telling me it’s not a fucking quirk?! Get out of here!” the red eyed blonde exclaimed loudly, and Izuku found himself smiling despite the urge to cry. He might have been accepted into UA, praised by their genius of a principal and awesome teachers, but Izuku had suffered through so much humiliations from others his age that he was constantly afraid to reveal his true Quirkless nature unless someone asked him. And currently in UA, no one had asked him. Bakugou Katsuki had been the first and the acceptance he showed was a balm to Izuku’s soul. 

Izuku had never thought that the blonde would ever seek him out, thinking that whatever conversation they had in the blonde’s classroom would be their last, but when Bakugou visited him at the support course studio a couple days later and then again, Izuku realised that the blonde had already accepted him as a friend and Izuku found himself looking forward to the blonde visiting him at the studio while he completes his tasks and projects. 

As weeks passed, Bakugou Katsuki became Kacchan and Izuku realised that Kacchan was more bark than bite. Kacchan might be harsh with his tone but his actions were anything but. Kacchan listened to his rambles and mutters, and Izuku knew he was listening because Kacchan would give his personal inputs. Kacchan would banter with him about a battle they were observing but he would always accept Izuku’s criticisms and Izuku knows because he would see Kacchan’s much improved move on his next mock battle. 

Months passed and Izuku wasn’t just spending time with Kacchan in school. There were days they would spend time together at Musutafu Centre, having their lunch at what Kacchan would call disgusting greasy food (Kacchan would still eat his burger and fries despite his complains) and then spending their time at the library or accompanying Izuku to buy new notebooks and pens. 

Izuku doesn’t know why he always look forward to spending time with Kacchan more than his other friends. He knows his heart fluttered around Kacchan in ways it never does around other people, and he knows how his face flushed red when their hands accidentally grazed each other. He doesn’t understand what’s happening until their first trip to the Musutafu beach when Kacchan had grabbed his hands to warm him up because he was shivering due to the cold winter sea breeze, and Izuku realised he was in love with Kacchan. 

“You warm enough, nerd?” Kacchan asked, and Izuku could only nod dumbly because his heart was thundering so hard and loud that he’s afraid Kacchan would hear him. Izuku knows he’s probably gay because of how he feels so strongly for Kacchan but that doesn’t mean Kacchan’s gay. Kacchan was just warming him up because Izuku’s teeth was chattering in the cold, and Kacchan was just being nice to help a friend (Izuku doesn’t like how his heart squeezed at the thought that he’s just friend with Kacchan). Besides, it doesn’t mean that Kacchan felt the same way as he does. 

Except, Kacchan’s behaviour and ways around him showed that he feels the same way as Izuku. Kacchan’s eyes would always be on him, Kacchan would always accompany him when he needs to be somewhere, and Kacchan would always speak and behave nicer to him than anyone else around him. Kacchan had always been rough all around the edges and yet Izuku was the only one he showed his slightly softer parts too; nagging Izuku when he skipped lunch to complete his given tasks (“What the hell, nerd?! Why have you not eaten yet?! It’s almost 3PM!”), carrying the things Izuku bought without saying anything (“Gimme that and go find whatever more nerd things you need to buy!”), bringing Izuku his lunch on days Izuku was rushing to complete all the tasks and written papers (“Don’t think too much about it! I just got extra food cause I was hungry, but am fucking full now and so ‘M fucking giving them to you cause I know your stupid ass most definitely skipped lunch again!”), and never missing a day of seeing Izuku. Izuku thought he was being delusional, because there’s no way someone as perfect as Kacchan would be interested in a Quirkless like him, but even his close friends who were in the same class as Kacchan thought of the same thing. 

Or maybe more. 

“Wait! You- You’re saying you’re not dating Bakugou?! Stop lying- Oh, I get it. You’re just trying to keep it low profile because you’re afraid the teachers are going to scold-”

“No no! I mean it, Uraraka-san! We- We’re not dating! I- I may like him but I think Kacchan’s just being nice to me because I’m his best friend,” Izuku said, his face feels hot from the question and how his friends were staring at him.

“If you say it that way, Kirishima-kun’s close to Bakugou-kun but I don’t see Bakugou-kun being nice to him. From my observation, Bakugou-kun has a few close friends but you’re the only one he’s soft to. Well, other than the ‘Deku’ nickname, everything else points out that he might have special affection for you, Midoriya-kun,” Iida said, hands and arms moving in the air passionately, and Izuku doesn’t know if he should ask Iida why was he observing Kacchan or what should he do with this information. Izuku knows Kacchan was softer with him, he could see and feel it but it still feels impossible that Kacchan would like him the way Izuku does, love Izuku the way Izuku loves Kacchan.

“I- I think maybe because we’re best friends? A- And besides, Kacchan knows I’m Quirkless. He- He’s probably softer to me because he doesn’t want to hurt me or things like that,” Izuku reasoned, and he had to swallow the bitter taste in his mouth when his mind conjured up that reason. 

“You do know when we said he’s soft to you, we’re not talking about how soft he treats you physically right? He talks nicer to you, he stares at you and he gets all angry and explosive when other people get close to you, especially Todoroki-kun and Shinsou-kun. I really think-”

“Huh? Kacchan doesn’t like me being close to Todoroki-kun and Shinsou-kun? But- But why? He- He has never said anything before and I’ve never seen you guys fought other than in mock battles. Did- Did something happened? Do- Do you need me to talk to Kacchan? I’m sure there’s a misunderstanding-”

“No!” Todoroki said, his voice slightly louder than usual, and Izuku blinked as he stared at Todoroki who was strangely becoming almost the same shade as half of his head. Izuku saw the slight panic in his friend’s eyes and he couldn’t help but to feel worried, wondering if something had happened between his close friends, until the boy cleared his throat and said, “It’s okay, Midoriya, there’s no problem between Bakugou and us. But I want to ask you, do you really like him? Is there any chance of you liking anyone else other than him?”

Izuku’s heart race upon hearing the question. Izuku has never thought of it. Izuku has never planned on falling in love. He never thought his single-minded heart could be interested in anything else other than Quirks. When he first got accepted to UA, Izuku’s only focus was to prove to everyone that a Quirkless could help the Pro Heroes and society too. Izuku wanted to prove those who has ridiculed and humiliated him wrong, that he wasn’t useless just because he’s Quirkless. Izuku wanted his father to regret walking out of their family. But now, now his heart found a person to love. A person who accepted his Quirkless nature, who never fail to make his heart bloom whenever he’s around. A person who has become someone special in his heart, more important than anything else Izuku has ever known.

“I- I love Kacchan. I love Kacchan more than how I love Quirks, and I’ve never loved anything or anyone else as much as I loved Quirks. Kacchan… Kacchan is different. Everything about him makes me feel so much more. I- I really, really love Kacchan and I don’t think I’ll ever love anyone as much as I love him,” Izuku confessed, his heart raced and his face flushed from his confession. 

Izuku doesn’t know what he did wrong. It has been more than a week since Kacchan avoided him and he doesn’t know why. At first, Izuku thought it was because Kacchan had gotten injured during the villains attack on the day they were supposed to meet; Izuku had been so excited to meet Kacchan because Kacchan had messaged him the night before that he had something to say to him but that excitement turned to extreme worry when he found out Kacchan had gotten injured during the villains attack that the heroes in training were assisting. Izuku not being able to reach Kacchan and him not responding to Izuku’s messages made him feel even worst. But Izuku knows Kacchan, and so he knows how distraught and angry Kacchan could be with himself when he gets injured. Izuku thought he should give Kacchan his space, which he did, but when a week passed and Kacchan was still not speaking to him, Izuku knew something’s not right. It was even more obvious, and not only to Izuku, when Kacchan responded to him with nothing but harsh, angry tones and words. He had even started calling him ‘Deku’ which he had initially stopped when he found out that that nickname was a something that tormented him in elementary and middle school.  

“What the fuck do you want?! ‘M fucking busy, DEKU! PISS OFF!” Kacchan had shouted at the entrance of his class, and Izuku stumbled back a little from how Kacchan had bumped against his shoulder as he walked out. 

Izuku felt tears burning at the back of his eyes but he still shook his head, his lips wobbling slightly as he signalled to his close friends that he was okay. But he wasn’t. His heart hurts. His heart hurts in ways he had never felt before, a searing pain tearing him apart from the inside. He had been hurt, ridiculed and humiliated so many times for so many years before and yet none of those hurt matches the pain Izuku’s feeling now. 

“What did I do so wrong that Kacchan had to be so harsh to me?” was a question that Izuku had asked himself daily ever since Kacchan started to be all distant, cold and harsh towards him. 

When he couldn’t think of anything, Izuku approached his friends who were all worried about him. They couldn’t understand the sudden change in Kacchan’s behaviour towards him either. At first, Izuku thought his close friends had told Kacchan about his feelings for him but when they said they hadn’t said a single thing, Izuku doesn’t know what else to think. It was too sudden, one day they were okay and the next Kacchan just changed and Izuku just couldn’t figure out why. ‘Why is Kacchan avoiding me? Did- Did I do something that made him angry? But- But what?! What did you do, Midoriya Izuku?! Gosh! You’re always so stupid when it comes to Kacchan!’

“Maybe Kacchan’s just having a bad day,” was an excuse he came up with, a desperate excuse he wanted to hold onto, but it doesn’t make the pain any better.

Izuku got his answer a couple of days later when Kacchan told him to stay away from him. Izuku felt his heart hurt, the pain was unbearable and it was killing him, but he needs to know what he did so wrong that Kacchan doesn’t want to be friends with him anymore. Izuku doesn’t care if Kacchan doesn’t love him back because Izuku treasures the friendship that he has with him, they mean the world to him, and he wants to save that. He wants to at least still be able to be by Kacchan’s side. 

“M saying that I don’t fucking care who the fuck you want, just leave me the fuck alone! ‘M here to be a fucking hero, not to be tied up to your stupid ass! Your useless quirkless ass is dragging me the fuck down and I can’t fucking deal with it!” Kacchan shouted at him, and Izuku’s eyes widened in shock at the words coming out of Kacchan’s mouth. 

And it hurts.

It hurts because Izuku realised how true it was. Kacchan had always told him that he wanted to be the number one Pro Hero and for that short moment, he thought he could be by Kacchan’s side to help him achieve it. But, but he should have known that he’s nothing but a hindrance. Izuku’s Quirkless, he’s a dead weight, and he’s doing nothing but pulling Kacchan back. And so Izuku agreed. Despite how his heart felt like it was being torn out from the inside, Izuku said his farewell words to Kacchan and walked off. But he knew, Izuku knew that when he walked off that day, he had left his torn up, tattered, bruised heart with Kacchan.

Izuku didn’t plan to fall in love, and neither did he plan to get his heart broken in a way that he was never ever going to fall in love the same way he did for Kacchan. 

🎶 I can't believe I'm falling in love 🎶

🎶 But I'm falling in love once again 🎶 

Izuku hummed to himself, smiling as he stirred the pot of beef stew he was cooking for dinner with Kacchan. It was his third day at Kacchan’s place and things were going well so far. They did a lot of catching up on the first day. Well, after they actually got to bathing (they had lunch at 2PM because their activities in the bathroom drained their energy and Kacchan wanted Izuku to sleep in a little more, which Izuku probably needed from the hungover and from how exhausted and yet amazingly satiated his body was). Kacchan was called in for an emergency rescue at downtown on the second day, and Izuku had smiled when he heard Kacchan dropping profanities after profanities at the caller, whom Izuku knew was Best Jeanist from the nickname.

“This better be good, Fancy Pants, or ‘M gonna take a whole week off the next week,” Kacchan had said, and Izuku had grinned knowing that’s all bark with no bite. 

The past few days had been the happiest Izuku had been in months, or maybe even years. Izuku had initially felt afraid of moving in with Kacchan (Kacchan had made that offer when he found out Izuku had been shifting from places to places to avoid Toshi). It felt too fast, they had only met each other again just one day before and he’s already moving in with Kacchan?! It’s crazy fast and despite the nagging thought that this might fuck things up, Izuku ended up agreeing to Kacchan because he just couldn’t say ‘no’ to the red eyed blonde. Izuku had never been able to say ‘no’ to Kacchan, and he guessed that hasn’t changed by how fast he had caved when Kacchan persuades him to just stay with him while Izuku figures out what to do with his old place. A gentle wet nose nudging at his feet snapped Izuku out of his thought, smiling as he looked down at the grey beauty slobbering at his feet.

“Hey pretty, you want treats again?” Izuku cooed, smiling as he bend down to pat Kacchan’s gorgeous Rottweiler on its head and the huge beauty grunted in response. “Your daddy’s gonna murder me when he finds out I gave you extra treats. And trust me, he always find out. So, we’ll need to wait until daddy gets home okay. I promise I’ll persuade him to give you more later.”

As if understanding what Izuku was saying, Deku (the Rottweiler) huffed and laid down on his feet in defeat. Izuku lets out a soft chuckle, and proceeds to continue cooking their dinner. Izuku still remembers how surprised he was when he first met Deku. Kacchan had brought the beautiful boy home on the first day of Izuku’s stay there (after their lunch and more make out sessions); Kacchan’s parents had helped Kacchan in taking care of Deku because he had actually been away for the past month due to a mission in California.

“You- You named him after my nickname?” Izuku had asked, his eyes staring at Kacchan’s rarely flushed face, and Kacchan avoided looking at Izuku as he sat down to pat and scratch Deku’s tummy.

“I- I didn’t mean to mean it as… that nickname,” Kacchan had said, his eyes still on Deku instead of Izuku who was now sitting next to Kacchan, patting down Deku’s body gently as he waits for Kacchan to continue. “I actually found Deku on your 21st birthday. It was raining and he was whimpering and whining in the rain, probably abandoned. And you know me, ’M not a cat or dog person. But, somehow, I just couldn’t walk away. So, I took him home. And since he’s living with me now, he needed a name. I- I wanted to name him Izu or Zuku but it feels weird, so he became Deku instead.”

“But, why my name? My nickname? I- I thought you were still angry then?” Izuku had asked again, frowning slightly as he looked at Kacchan who finally decided to turn to look at him. A small smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes etched on Kacchan’s face, and Izuku’s heart squeezed looking at the sad smile.

“I- I wasn’t angry, Izuku. Well, I was at first but after pushing you away, I felt guilt and regret more than anger. I- I really wanted to approach you, I wanted to talk to you. God, you have no fucking idea how I much I regretted saying all those shit. I wanted to take it all back but my stupid fucking pride and ego stopped me. My stupid fucking fear of getting rejected by you stopped me. And since you were taken by someone else and I selfishly wanted to still have a small piece of you, anything of you. So, I named him Deku,” Kacchan had said, and Izuku had been a crying mess. They made love on the sofa that night; Izuku riding Kacchan, feeling Kacchan filling him up full, Izuku crying out Kacchan’s name while Kacchan grunted and bit into him, and Izuku made sure Kacchan knew how much he feels for the red eyed blonde. 

The sound of the lock clicking snapped Izuku out of his thoughts, smiling when he realised Kacchan’s home. “Welcome home, Kacchan. Dinner’s almost ready. Wanna guess what I cook?” 

However, instead of hearing any greetings or respond from Kacchan as he would usually do, all Izuku hear was the sound of Kacchan’s combat boots shuffling fast against the floor. They sounded rushed and urgent, and that got Izuku frowning slightly. Izuku wondered if something had happened at work or during his patrol, and Izuku had just turned around to make his way to see Kacchan when he realised that the red eyed blonde was already all up in his space as he grabbed Izuku by his waist and his lips was instantly on Izuku’s. Kacchan kissed him hard; biting his lips, tongue slipping in the moment Izuku opened his mouth, sucking on his tongue and tasting every inch of Izuku’s mouth. Kacchan’s grip on his waist tightened. Kacchan kissed and held onto Izuku like his entire life depended on it, and Izuku melted into the kiss and his hold. Izuku’s body was instantly on fire and all the questions and worries he had earlier had melted into a puddle of goo somewhere in his head. 

“Ka- Kacchan…” Izuku whimpered against Katsuki’s lips, all breathless as his body aches with his need of Kacchan. What was he supposed to ask again?

“Iz- Izuku, you smell so fucking good. I want you,” Kacchan whispered, licking down his neck, and Izuku shivered at the warm hands cupping and squeezing his butt cheeks. 

“That- That’s because I’ve already taken a bath when I reached home earlier. You- You can have me after you bathe and we have dinner, okay?” Izuku said, and he gasped and leaned forward, clutching on Kacchan’s strong shoulders, when Kacchan rolled his hips and grind their growing hard ons together. 

“But I want you now. Please, Baby, let me have you now,” Kacchan whispered, licking the shell of Izuku’s ear as his hands slipped into Izuku’s sweatpants (one that he had borrowed from Kacchan and Kacchan had been more than happy to share his clothes with Izuku), and Izuku shuddered at the very warm hands squeezing his butt cheeks. A light moan escaped Izuku’s lips and he knows they would end up fucking in the kitchen if he doesn’t stop Kacchan now. And he wouldn’t mind giving Kacchan what he wanted right there and then if there wasn’t that uncomfortable feeling in his chest that something’s wrong. 

No, it’s not weird for Kacchan to have his hands all over Izuku. For the past 3 days that they had been reunited, Kacchan had made it pretty clear how much he wanted Izuku. Kacchan would always have skin contact with Izuku; either putting his hand on Izuku’s thighs, laying down on Izuku’s lap while they watch television or having Izuku in his lap while Izuku read his research. But despite how nasty messy their sexual activities could be, Kacchan’s a clean freak who made sure to head straight for the shower after greeting Izuku with a chaste kiss each time he reached home. And although Izuku had only 3 days as his observation record to back up his thoughts that something was wrong, Izuku also knew Kacchan long enough to know that Kacchan’s cleanliness was a habit that had existed since high school (Kacchan always smelled of a mix between his natural burnt caramel and his lemongrass and cinnamon shower gel after his sparring activities that Izuku knew he had taken a shower before meeting Izuku). 

“Ka- Kacchan, did- did something happened?” Izuku braved himself to ask, and he could feel Kacchan’s body went rigid for a short few seconds before Kacchan dropped his head on Izuku’s shoulder, his arms wrapping fully around Izuku’s waist. “Did something happened at work? Or was it during patrol? Do you-”

“No, it’s not work. It’s- It’s something else,” Kacchan answered, his head still tucked in between Izuku’s shoulder and neck, and Izuku felt a shiver ran down his spine from how Kacchan’s warm breath tickled his neck. 

“What is it? Do you- I don’t know if you would be comfortable in telling me but I wouldn’t mind listening if you want. I might not be able to help but telling me might get it off your chest,” Izuku said as he brought his hands up to caress the back of Kacchan’s hair so as to soothe him. 

“I- I saw- I watched something today. I know I probably shouldn’t but I just couldn’t help my stupid fucking curious ass, and so I did. And now I’m stuck with the feeling of wanting to fucking murder someone or fuck my entire love, heart and soul into you,” Kacchan replied, and Izuku frowned. Kacchan hasn’t said what he watched but Izuku felt like he knows exactly what Kacchan had just watched. And he wished he’s wrong, he wished Kacchan hasn’t watched what he thought Kacchan had watched.

Dropping his hands to Kacchan’s chest, Izuku pushed Kacchan away as gently as he could and, looking into Kacchan’s red eyes which reflected the anxiety, fear and sadness he felt, Izuku asked, “What- What was it that you watched, Kacchan?”

“I- You promise me you wouldn’t get mad if I tell you?” Kacchan asked and Izuku, with a small smile to assure Kacchan, nodded because he knows he couldn’t get mad even if he wanted to. Kacchan was just curious because their friends were probably talking about it. He would be curious to know if he was Kacchan too. 

“It’s- It’s that video… the one you took of that stupid cheating asshole and his bitch. I’m so sorry, Izu, I didn’t mean to watch it. Well, actually no, I did. I did wanna watch it,” Kacchan said, and Izuku chuckled softly at Kacchan’s honesty, “I wanna know what that stupid asshole said. I wanna know how fucking badly that asshole messed up that your nerds were all ready to kill him. I wanted to know what I could do to help you heal. But after watching, it feels like-”

“Is- Is that why you’re being like this?” Izuku asked, sighing as he took a step back from Kacchan, his heart hurts thinking that Kacchan was kissing him and making him feel all wanted and loved because of that damn video. “It was really hard at first but I’m- I’m okay now, Kacchan. I don’t- don’t need you to do all this. I- I don’t want your pity, Kacchan. I’d rather you didn’t-”

“WHAT THE FUCK?! NO! ’M NOT DOING ALL THIS OUT OF PITY, IZUKU! ’M DOING THIS FOR ME!” Kacchan shouted, his red eyes narrowed in his burst of anger and annoyance, and Izuku yelped when he reached out to yank Izuku flush to his body. Izuku watched as Kacchan’s eyes softened as his left hand caressed Izuku’s cheek while the other was still wrapped tight around Izuku’s waist, “‘M doing this for me and the fucking regret I have for not stealing you away from him. ’M doing all this because I couldn’t turn back time and fix the shits that have happened. I couldn’t stop thinking that I should have approached you, I should have talked to you, I should have listened to my idiots and confess to you, and maybe then I could have saved you from getting hurt. ’M doing this for me, for not being there to save you from getting hurt. ’M doing this for me, so that I don’t go all crazy and kill that son of a bitch for hurting you like this. So please, Izuku, please let me do this. Please let me show you how much I want you, how I’d give anything to turn back time to have all those moments he had over the years, how I wouldn’t mind dying or selling my soul to the fucking devil if I could even have a small part of what he had. Please, Izuku?”

Izuku’s heart swelled and bloomed with love he had never felt for anyone else. Perhaps, it was even deeper than how he had felt for Kacchan just minutes ago. Izuku couldn’t believe that he has someone who loves him this much, even more overwhelming and almost impossible to believe that this person who loves him is utterly amazing and oh so beautiful in every ways. But the tears in Kacchan’s eyes said nothing but utmost love, sincerity and devotion, and Izuku couldn’t find a single word in his short circuited brain for how he feels for Kacchan. Izuku’s vision blurred as he leaned up to seal his lips with Kacchan’s, his answer to Kacchan’s request, and Kacchan was quick to respond as he wrapped his arms around Izuku and pulled him closer.

The kiss started off slow and sweet, Izuku wanted to show Kacchan how he feels hearing Kacchan’s love for him, how he has never blamed Kacchan for what he went through with Toshi, how happy and grateful he was to have been reunited with Kacchan, and how he loves Kacchan. And just as how their kisses usually turned out, their soft and sweet kisses became deep and intense, and it wasn’t very long before they were both breathless and panting with needs. 

“Ka- Kacchan…” Izuku moaned in the wet kiss, trembling when Kacchan starts to trail kisses and bites up his jawlines and down his neck. “I- Mmhhh… Cook dinner… Mmhhh… Kacchan… Mmhhh… The- The beef stew…”

Izuku doesn’t know how Kacchan understood what he was trying to say but he just did when he reached out to turn off the stove while still having his mouth and tongue on Izuku’s neck. It was hot and Izuku’s brain has officially clocked itself out of duty for the night. Kacchan leaned in for another open mouth kiss, one that Izuku chases when Kacchan pulled away as he leaned his forehead against Izuku’s, “I’ll help you with the dinner later. Let me take you to our room, Izu. Let me show you just how fucking lucky that stupid son of the bitch was, and how fucking jealous I was to have missed it all out. Let me show you just how fucking lucky I am to finally have you, to have all of you.”

Izuku stared into Kacchan’s beautiful red eyes that were staring lovingly into his. Kacchan’s ruby red eyes had always been beautiful, Izuku had always felt drawn to the ruby red eyes that seem to hold so much emotions when looking at him, but they’re even more so when its pupils are all dilated and blown out when Kacchan’s looking at him with wants and needs.

“Okay, Kacchan… Show me what you wanna show me,” Izuku whispered against Kacchan’s lips, and Kacchan wasted no time as he lifted Izuku up with his huge arms underneath Izuku’s own massive thighs and Izuku instantly had his legs wrapped Kacchan’s waist, a move he had perfected from the numerous times Kacchan had lifted him up in the past 3 days they were together. 

Kacchan kept his mouth busy on Izuku’s neck and jawline; kissing, biting and sucking whatever skin that was exposed as he carried Izuku to their bedroom. Izuku’s body trembled with wants, tilting his head to give easier access and more skin for Kacchan’s mouth to feast on as he grinds his straining hard on against the hard, delicious abs that it was trapped between. Kacchan placed him gently on their bed, scooting Izuku up before taking Izuku’s clothes off. Within seconds of having his butts on the bed, Izuku was stark naked except for the boxer he was still in. But, much to Izuku’s displeasure, Kacchan was still fully clothed. Kacchan leaned down to kiss him and Izuku allowed one kiss before pushing him away.

“Off… Everything off, Kacchan… I- I want to see and feel you too,” Izuku said, his voice breathless and heavy with needs, and Kacchan leaned in for another short kiss before getting up from the bed.

“Okay, Baby, anything you want,” was Kacchan sweet reply, a soft smile on his face as he stripped himself off his clothes, and Izuku feels like he could never get used to Kacchan’s soft side. Simply because Kacchan’s soft side never fails to send his entire being into an overdrive. 

And just as how he had left Izuku in, Kacchan left his boxer on and Izuku was left wondering what is it that Kacchan wanted to show him if they were still in their boxers. Not that he’s impatient on wanting Kacchan to make love to him. Izuku could be patient for Kacchan but the fire burning in his body, the strain in his dick and the way his hole was twitching and aching to be penetrated by Kacchan’s huge dick doesn’t seem to have the capability to wait. They want Kacchan, and they want Kacchan now.

“Patience, Baby. I’ll give you all that you want,” Kacchan said as he leaned down, and Izuku flushed when he realised he had muttered his desires out loud again. Izuku shivered when Kacchan place a chaste kiss on his feet, as if worshipping him, and Kacchan turned to him and said, “I’ll give you anything that you want and more but first, I have things to show you. So, can you be patient and wait for me, Baby?” 

Kacchan’s voice was low and raspy, and paired that with the intense gaze he’s giving Izuku, Izuku couldn’t even say no even if he wanted to. 

“Of- Of course, Kacchan…” Izuku whispered, and he gasped when Kacchan started to pepper chaste kisses up his ankles, the curves of his calves, his inner thighs, his hipbones, his stomach and chest, and Izuku squirmed from the scorching fire Kacchan’s touch and kisses left. This wasn’t the first time that they’re intimate with one another, they had sex daily for the past 3 days, but it was the first time that Kacchan had kissed him all over like this. No, it was the first time that someone had loved and kissed him all over like this, and Izuku couldn’t stand the fire Kacchan’s lit in his body. “Kac- Kacchan…”

Kacchan loomed over him, caging him in between his big arms and thighs, and Izuku looked at Kacchan with love and lust flooding in him. Kacchan looked oh so beautiful and ethereal with their night light as the only source of light in the darkness, and Izuku reached up to pull Kacchan down towards him. He wants his Kacchan and he wants him now. 

“I want you too, Freckles, I’ve always wanted you,” Kacchan whispered before he crashes their mouths together. And this time, their kisses were anything but slow. Their kisses were wet and messy; open mouths as their tongues swirled with one another, spit dripping down the side of Izuku’s mouth as they sucked each other’s tongue, and Izuku almost whined when Kacchan pulled away to trail wet kisses and bites down his jawline and up his cheeks. “Do you know that your freckles drive me crazy, Baby?”

“N- No, Kacchan…”

“Then I’m telling you now, your freckles drive me crazy. They have always driven me crazy, Izuku. Ever since high school when I first met you in that stupid classroom. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. They looked like constellations on your skin, like stars dancing on your cheeks when you smiled and laughed,” Kacchan said, the fingers on his left hand caresses and traces Izuku’s cheek while Kacchan’s mouth was busy with kissing and biting Izuku’s other cheek, and Izuku couldn’t help the way his heart races in his ribcage. Like any faster, and it’ll either go into cardiac arrest or jumped out of his mouth. 

“But- But it’s just freckles Kacchan… A lot- A lot of people have them too.”

“I don’t care about any other fucking extras, Izuku. ‘M fucking talking about your freckles. Besides, those extras don’t have the most beautiful shade of green hair and green eyes on them. Like it was already un-fucking-fair for you to have stars on your skins, and you have the most beautiful green hair and eyes too? It’s fucking insane, you’re so fucking insanely beautiful Izuku, and it drives me crazy that you don’t even know it,” Kacchan said, and Izuku could hear the exasperation and desperation in his voice. 

Izuku looked at the way Kacchan looked at him, beautiful red eyes soft with love and sincerity, and Izuku couldn’t help the tears that formed in his eyes. The way Kacchan loves him is too much and Izuku doesn’t know if he deserve such love from him. He doesn’t even know someone could love him this much. ‘How can he love me this much? How can someone as amazing and beautiful as Kacchan loves me this much? I’m just a plain nerd covered in ugly scars and-’

“Your scars are not ugly, Izuku. Your scars are so fucking beautiful and they each tell a story that I fucking missed. I love you, I’ve always loved you, and your scars aren’t gonna change anything. In fact, they actually made me love you even more. They’re your symbol of victory in the projects you made and the support gears you created and god, I fucking hate that I wasn’t there for each and every one of them. But I am now and I wanna know each and every story each of your scars hold. Will you tell me about them, Izuku?”

“Of course, Kacchan… I’ll tell you everything you wanna know,” Izuku replied, his voice soft, and his breath hitched when Kacchan started trailing kisses and leaving deeper bites on his neck and down his chest. Izuku moaned, his back lifting off the bed slightly when Kacchan licked his nipple. “Kac… Mmhhh… Kacchan…”

“I love how fucking sensitive you are, Baby. God, you sound like a fucking dream,” Kacchan groaned, his fingers never stopped pinching and twisting his other nipple, and his mouth was almost instantly back on Izuku’s nipple; licking, sucking and biting on it as if it was his favourite chew toy. And Izuku was going crazy, his body was trembling from the sensation.

“Ka- Kacchan! This is-! Oh my god! Kacchan! I’m going to cum!” Izuku wailed, and his body trembled and convulsed even more when Kacchan latched his lips on his other nipple while his fingers played with the one that was in his mouth earlier. Kacchan sucked and bit hard, and Izuku cummed in boxer. Panting hard, Izuku realised he had cummed from just having his nipple played with.

Izuku, who barely had caught up with his breath and senses, gasped when he felt a sharp nip on his thigh and a warm finger (or was it two fingers) around the rim of his hole. Izuku was so out of it, he had just cummed for goodness sake, that he doesn’t even realise that Kacchan had taken his boxer off and he now has Izuku’s thighs over his shoulders with his beautiful face right in front of Izuku’s dick and hole.

“Kac- Wait, Kacchan… What- What are you doing?” Izuku asked, and he was pretty sure that’s a stupid thing to ask. It’s obvious what someone was going to do when they’re in that position, Izuku himself has been in a similar position numerous times before, but he has never had anyone be in that position for him before.

“What do you think I’m doing, Freckles?” Kacchan asked, and Izuku’s body shuddered and his thighs squeezed around Kacchan’s head when Kacchan took a long lick up his hole till his balls. “I’m having my appetiser before my dinner.”

Kacchan didn’t say anything else, didn’t give any warning when he took Izuku whole in his mouth while his fingers were kept busy with stretching Izuku out. Izuku, who has never had a blowjob in his entire gay fucking life and was still very sensitive from just cumming minutes earlier, screamed when the sensations of warm mouth and fingers hit him all at once. 

“Mmhhh! Fuck! Ka- Kacchan! Oh my God! Mmhhh! Kac! Katsuki! I- This is too much! I never! Mmhhh! I never! I never have a blowjob before! Mmhhh! And you’re fingering me at the same time! It’s too much!” Izuku wailed, his body lifting off the bed as the overstimulation melts his poor non existent brain.

Kacchan didn’t stop nor slow down. Instead, he sucked and licked Izuku’s dick harder, and Izuku’s body trembled from each bob of Kacchan’s head, every wet lick up his shaft and around his balls, and from the fingers thrusting in and out of him. Izuku squeezed his thighs harder when Kacchan’s fingers hit that sweet spot of his, and it took only a few thrust to his prostate before Izuku felt that familiar rush of climax hitting him. He was so overstimulated, feeling way too much all at the same time, that he couldn’t even warn Kacchan before he cummed inside Kacchan’s mouth, and Kacchan just drink him all down. 

“I’m glad that I could still be a first for you at something, Baby,” was the first thing out of Kacchan’s mouth after he popped off Izuku’s dick. Izuku was still panting hard, he had barely gotten his vision back after cumming so hard that white spots filled his vision, that he couldn’t even question what Kacchan was doing or asked him to give him a fucking minute when he felt Kacchan lining his dick to his hole. “Wanna know a secret, Baby? I’ve never eaten anyone out before. I’ve never had this want, this need to do every little thing in bed with anyone else. Only you, Baby. You make me feel all this, you make me want all this. Only you, Midoriya Izuku.”

And Izuku moaned and screamed, his hands found its way to perch and hold onto Kacchan’s shoulders when Kacchan thrusted in him. Izuku was so out of it that he doesn’t know when Kacchan had taken his own boxer off or when he had gotten the lube earlier. All he knows now is that Kacchan was making love to him, thrusting all his love and lust into him, and Izuku was determined to take it all in despite how the overstimulation was driving him crazy.

“Fuck, Izu! You always feel so fucking good! Fuck! How the hell are you still so fucking tight when we fucked every fucking day! Fuck!” Kacchan grunted, his voice low and raspy as he thrusted each word into Izuku. And Izuku keened, his fingernails leaving its own mark down Kacchan’s back when Kacchan leaned closer to kiss his moans off him. 

Izuku couldn’t hear anything else other than the sound of Izuku’s loud moans, Kacchan’s low grunts along with the occasional swears that made its way to his lips when he thrusted and pounded hard into Izuku, and the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin. Izuku was so overstimulated, the sensations were driving him crazy, and he knows how ugly he probably looked with all the tears and snots on his face. But goddamn, Izuku has never felt so good before. The pleasure was so overwhelming, it was something he had never felt before, and it feels like his consciousness was barely there despite him feeling every single thrusts, pounds, kisses and bites Kacchan gave him. Feeling his climax for the third time that night, Izuku threw his head back against the pillow while his body trembled, his fingernails digging hard into Kacchan’s shoulders.

“Ka- Kacchan! I’m cumming! I’m cumming, Kacchan!” Izuku moaned, his voice in a pitch he has never heard before, and he cummed. For the 2nd time that night, Izuku had cummed with his dick untouched. 

Izuku moaned and wailed when Kacchan continued to thrust and pound into him, and Izuku felt Kacchan’s hips snapping hard as his pace quickened to reach his own climax. Kacchan bit down on Izuku’s shoulder when he cummed, and Izuku feels the warmth of Kacchan’s cum filling him up before he feels the warm cum dribbling out of his hole when Kacchan pulls out. Kacchan collapsed on Izuku, his huge body draped over Izuku like a huge warm blanket. And, as crazy and wild as it was, Izuku had never felt more satiated and loved before. 

“I love you so fucking much, Izuku. I’ve never felt this much love or want for anyone before. I only know what love is when I meet you, and I only feel this kind of love with you. And even when you weren’t mine nor in my sight, it had always been you. And I can fucking swear, it’ll never ever fucking change.”

And Izuku nodded, tears running down his face as he hugged the man over him tight. Izuku might have planned and promised to not find love anytime soon but he knows love has already found him 3 days ago in the form of Bakugou Katsuki.

🎶 When you take my hand, you hold my heart 🎶

🎶 And I know everything will be alright 🎶 

“What the fuck, bro?! Are you a fucking vampire or what?!” Denki commented out loud, very fucking out loud, with his eyes wide in surprise as he looked at Izuku and Izuku wished the floor could swallow him up whole. Izuku blushed a blazing scarlet red as his hands immediately fly up to cover the reddish, some of them borderline purplish, bite marks and hickeys on his neck and jawlines that Kacchan had given him the night before. Izuku shot a glare at Kacchan but the red eyed blonde had his attention on Denki, scowling dangerously at the other blonde who was still staring at Izuku. 

“Unless you wanna eat my fucking howitzer, you better stop staring at Izuku, shut your fucking trap and get your lazy ass in to help the others get Izuku’s stuffs out,” Kacchan growled out and Denki immediately raised his hands up as he scampered in, announcing his arrival with his usual loud greetings. 

“I really should have covered it up,” Izuku muttered, saying it to himself as he really doesn’t know how to feel about the attention he got (Denki wasn’t the first one who commented about the markings). And it’s not negative feelings that were flooding through him. In fact, he feels pretty proud of it. Although, the embarrassment that comes with it seemed to overshadow all the other good feelings. This was his first time wearing his partner’s marks in public.

“Why? You don’t like me biting you and marking you up? If you don’t, you can always tell me and I won’t fucking do it again,” Kacchan said, and Izuku could hear the slight bitterness and sadness in his voice. Izuku immediately shook his head.

“No, Kacchan! That’s- That’s not it. I- I’m just… embarrassed? I- I don’t know how to feel about the attention your marks are giving me. But it’s not that I don’t like it! I do! I actually really do! It’s just… I’ve never been marked like this before. I’ve- I’ve never worn anyone’s bites and hickeys before,” Izuku explained, and he could feel the heat returning to his face, ears and neck. 

Izuku could see the surprise on Kacchan’s face, which soon turned into a happy, contented look when he pulled Izuku into a hug. “‘M glad you like wearing the marks I gave you, Baby. ‘S- ‘S not that I’m marking you as mine or shits like that. ‘S more like I love to see the proofs of what he did the night before on your beautiful skin. Besides, you taste so fucking good and look so fucking good in my marks, Freckles,” Kacchan said, and Izuku would have combusted in flames if he could. It’s times like this that he’s pretty glad that he doesn’t have a quirk that would most definitely go haywire from how wild his heart was beating.

“Let’s- Let’s go in, Kacchan. We got lots to do,” Izuku said, his voice muffled slightly by Kacchan’s huge chest. Looking up at the taller man in front of him, Izuku leaned up and pressed a short kiss on Kacchan’s lips, and he whispered, “And if we happened to finish earlier than we should with no hiccups or fights or whatsoever, I might give you a mark of my own on your neck.”

Izuku could hear the soft gasp that escaped Kacchan’s lips and he immediately pulls away from Kacchan and ran in, going straight to join his friends who were helping him pack his things up and clean the apartment. Izuku knew Kacchan was right on his heels, he could feel Kacchan’s intense gaze burning through him, and Izuku couldn’t wait for the day to be over. 

While the rest of his friends helped to clean the apartment, Izuku had things to set up. Izuku had borrowed a few support gears from Hawks and Lady Nagant; a few camouflage-able security camera that live-streamed straight to Hawks and Lady Nagant, a number of button sized body cameras for his friends to use in case they needed concrete proofs to protect themselves, and 5 pieces of his latest inventions that counter Toshi’s quirk. Izuku had set up all of the security cameras and distributed the body cameras to his friends when he took out the prototypes of his latest invention. 

“What’s that, Izuku?” Shoto asked when Izuku brought out and opened a smaller silver case.

“This is the prototype version of my latest invention. It’s- This support gear is created to block out any brainwaves and commands. It also allows the user to tell when someone tries to brainwash them, thus alerting the user to the quirk having been used on them. I- I basically created this to counter Toshi’s quirk and it’s what I spent that first month doing,” Izuku explained.

“You- YOU CAN DO THAT?! OH MY GOD! WHAT ARE YOU?!” Denki exclaimed, eyes wide in surprise as he leaned in to take a closer look at Izuku’s invention.

“I’m very glad that you’re on heroes’ side, Izuku,” Tenya said, and everyone laughed at his witty comment. 

“I’d hate to imagine how easily we would be defeated if Izuku-chan is on the villains’ side, kero,” Tsuyu added. 

“We would be defeated in mere seconds! I don’t think we would even have the chance to fight back!” Mina exclaimed. 

“Well, let me assure you that I only use my brain for good, heroic purposes,” Izuku said, and he laughed when his friends echoed out a ‘thank God for that’ in waves. Izuku took out the small device, showing them how to use it, telling them what his plan is before choosing the 4 person who would be wearing the  device with him. “Kacchan, Sho, Tenya and Ochako, you guys wear the device and wait here with me. The rest of you can wait in my room or downstairs. I- I’m not sure if I’m being too cautious or overdramatic because, while I’m really hoping there won’t be a need to fight, I can’t stop this feeling that Toshi won’t make it easy for me to leave if he comes back and sees me here. That’s also the reason why I asked you guys to come in your uniforms just in case a fight ensue. So yeah, thank you, all of you, for being here despite all this trouble.”

“What are you thanking us for? We’ve done nothing much except moving a few of your items that doesn’t even require any energy when we have Ochako here with us,” Eijirou said, grinning, while Ochako flexed her fingers. 

“Yeah! And besides, we totally understand! With how crazy Shinsou had proven himself to be in the past month, it’s totally reasonable for you to set all this up to protect yourself. In fact, I would actually do even more,” Jirou said, giving Izuku a small smile, and Izuku returned the smile gratefully. He’s indeed lucky when it comes to having good friends, and he feels even luckier now when he feels a warm hand taking his and gently squeezing it.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let that fucking asshole harm you,” Kacchan said, and Izuku nodded. It might just be a simple sentence said to calm him down but Izuku knows Kacchan means it. Every word of it. 

“I know, Kacchan, and that’s why I’m not worried. Well, not that worried,” Izuku said, and everyone laughed at Izuku’s cute admission. Their laughters, however, were cut short when Izuku’s phone rang. Taking out his phone and looking at the caller id, Izuku exchanged glances with Kacchan before he answered the call, “Hello, Hawks.”

“Shinsou’s here,” was Hawk’s simple reply.

“Huh? He’s here? Now? But didn’t you tell me that he’s supposed to work until 8PM? Why is he here now?” Izuku asked, and despite knowing he’ll be okay, he couldn’t help the panic building in his chest.

“I did, but he probably caught wind of your presence in the apartment. I think I saw his hero partner nearby but I’m not sure if she’s going to be there or he just asked her to be his eyes. Whatever it is, you better be careful. Mirko and Nagant is nearby but I doubt you need help when the best heroes are there in your apartment,” Hawks replied, and Izuku could hear the amusement in his voice. 

“I understand. Thank you for the heads up, Hawks. I’ll alert you if we need extra hands later,” Izuku said, ending the call and immediately telling the others who already had a gist of what had happened. 

Although the plan was to have only half of the group in his room, they ran out of time and so all of them were forced to hide inside Izuku’s room while the 4 wearing the device would wait with Izuku in the living room. They were to act as nonchalant about Shinsou’s arrival as much as they could but Izuku couldn’t help the panic, anxiety and worry building inside of him. He knows everything will be okay, it should be okay, but he couldn’t help the what ifs popping in his head. ‘What if the device doesn’t work? What if Toshi managed to brainwash everyone and make them fight each other? What if this plan fails and Toshi takes me away from Kacchan? What if Kacchan gets injured? No! I cannot let Kacchan get injured! I cannot-’

“I won’t get injured and no one’s gonna take you away from me. Not fucking ever again. So calm down, okay? It’ll be okay. I’ll fucking make sure it’ll be okay,” Kacchan whispered from his right, his very warm hand squeezing Izuku’s, and Izuku nodded. Izuku can’t wait for this to be over so that he can just go home and be with Kacchan.

“IZUKU! I KNOW YOU’LL… come home. What the… Why the hell are you here, Bakugou? No, what the hell are the rest of you doing here? Izuku, what- why are they here?” Toshi asked, eyes wide in surprise, and Izuku almost wanted to laugh at the fear in his eyes as he kept glancing between Izuku and Kacchan.

“They’re here to help me pack my things,” Izuku answered, short and simple. 

“WHAT?! NO! I don’t allow you! I- I thought you’re here because you wanted to come home to me? That’s- You’re joking, right? You’re not actually leaving, right? You just want to punish me for my mistakes? I get it! And I’m-”

“Are you fucking hearing yourself, Shinsou? You don’t allow me? We broke up more than a month ago, YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS TO STOP ME! And besides, I’ll still leave this fucking shit hole even if you use your quirk to stop me,” Izuku said, the anxiety he felt earlier had all changed into anger at this point. 

“NO! I DON’T WANT TO BREAK UP! I ALREADY SAID I WAS SORRY! I ALREADY FUCKING APOLOGISED! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO DO TO SHOW THAT I’M SO FUCKING SORRY!” Toshi shouted, red in his face as he stepped forward towards Izuku who immediately stepped back while Kacchan came up and stood in front of Izuku protectively. 

“Get the fuck back, dirtbag,” Kacchan growled, his right arm shielding Izuku back and away from Toshi while he glared Toshi down with his incredible height that the purple haired guy was forced to take a step back begrudgingly. Feeling the anger and dangerous aura radiating off Kacchan, Izuku wrapped his hands around Kacchan’s arm, tugging him back slightly. Izuku could see the surprise on Toshi’s face before his eyes fell on the very visible marks on Izuku’s neck and jawlines, his jaw clenching tight as he stared daggers at Izuku. And unlike how he felt earlier, Izuku couldn’t be bothered to think of what his ex-fiance thinks of the marks on him. In fact, right now, he’s very happy for it. 

“Is he the fucking reason why, Izuku? Have you been cheating on me all this while? Have you been catching up with him behind my back and now that he suddenly wants you back, you decided to break up with me? Is that fucking it?! If he can throw you out once, he can fucking do it again! He doesn’t love you! No one loves you as much as me! My only mistake was to fucking cheat but I never stopped loving you! I swear! Please! Please don’t make the same mistake again! I don’t want you to get hurt, Izuku,” Toshi the bastard pleaded, and Izuku laughed. He wasn’t laughing because it’s funny, he’s laughing because of the anger bubbling in his chest at the hypocrisy in the ridiculous statement that came out of his asshole of an ex-fiance’s mouth. 

“You’re fucking ridiculous, Shinsou. Did you actually expect me to believe all that you have said? After all that I’ve witnessed with my own fucking eyes and ears? If you do, you’re either really stupid or delusional. Besides, I saw how you looked when you saw Kacchan with me. You didn’t expect it, did you? I guess that’s why you refused to allow me to make friends or hang out with others. You didn’t want me to find out the shit you have done in high school,” Izuku said, his voice cold and threatening as he glared at Toshi the bastard who began to pale. 

“I- I have no idea what you’re talking about, Izu! I didn’t do anything!” Toshi exclaimed, but his eyes and reactions were a dead giveaway to what he ‘didn’t’ do. Shoto, Tenya and Ochako exchanged glances as they then looked at Izuku who was still glaring at Toshi. 

“What did the asshole do, Izu?” Shoto asked, taking a step forward towards Toshi who immediately backed away. 

“Yes Izuku, what did this bastard do in high school? What else did he do that we didn’t know? You better not hide shit from us just to stop us from killing him,” Ochako said seriously, and Izuku knows she wasn’t playing.

“This asshole fucking quirked Izuku in high school. That’s-”

“HE WHAT?!”

“I’m killing this bastard!” Shoto roared as he activated his fire quirk in his palm and that got both Izuku and Tenya rushing forward to stop him. 

“Stop! Stop this Sho! He’s not worth it! He’s not fucking worth it! And this isn’t my apartment! If you burn this stupid apartment down, I’ll need to pay for the property destruction,” Izuku said as he pulled Shoto back.

“I’ll pay it! Just let me kill this son of-”

“That’s not the point! You’re a hero, you can’t just go around killing people even if they deserve it. Let the law take care of them. Besides, we have all the evidences that he did misused his quirk on civilians,” Tenya tried to reason, and Izuku sighed in relief when that seemed to calm Shoto enough to deactivate his quirk. 

“N- No! NO! I- I DIDN’T! I fucking didn’t! I only quirked you recently because I was desperate to keep you by my side! I know it’s wrong and I’m sorry! But I really didn’t quirk you in high school! You hugged me all on your own, Izuku! You love me right from the start and it took him leaving to make you realise your feelings for me,” Toshi the asshole shouted, his eyes pleading to Izuku to trust him, and Izuku wondered how did he nor anyone of his close friends not realised how bad of a fucking liar this guy was. How did they not see how this guy had been manipulating them right from the start?

“If you hadn’t quirked me in high school, how did you know we were talking about the time that you hugged me? If you hadn’t quirked me, why did I faint and lose my memory of the time that we supposedly hugged? I didn’t have a single memory of us hugging, not until Kacchan told me about it. And before you lie through your teeth again, you better keep in mind that I have all the evidences in my hands about your misdeeds. Don’t force me to send them out, Shinsou,” Izuku threatened. He’s sick of this asshole and his games, and Izuku really doesn’t want to look at him a single second longer.

Izuku could see the wheels in the asshole’s head turning. And, perhaps it’s because he knows the asshole well enough from their past disagreements, Izuku knows that the asshole is weighing his choices. Izuku could tell he was considering telling the truth, but he could also see the glint in Toshi’s eyes as he studied his fellow Pro Heroes in front of him and Izuku knows he’s probably calculating the risk of using his quirk to solve this confrontation. 

“Fine! Fine, Izuku, I’ll- I’ll tell the truth. I did quirked you in high school. It was the only way for me to make you mine. I liked you. Hell, I loved you! I really, really did loved you. But you only had eyes for Bakugou. No matter how hard I tried to make you look my way, you only looked at him. But I’m not Todoroki, I don’t give up on the things that I want. And since you won’t look at me, I take you away from the person you’re looking at. I quirked you the moment I heard his footsteps and made sure to make him think that you’ve chosen me. It was a risk but I knew it’d work because this asshole was too prideful to ask if any of it was true or not. And since you’re finally looking at me, I realised that I need to keep you away from everyone so that they won’t take you away from me. I pushed everyone who matters to you out of your life so that you’ll only have me. And that’s enough, right? Just us having each other? We were very happy, Izuku. You don’t need anyone else, you only need me!” Toshi said, and Izuku could feel chills running down his spine at how crazy his ex-fiance was.

“God, you’re crazy. You’re fucking crazy, Shinsou,” Izuku shouted, and that’s when he heard the high pitch ringing in his ear, the signal that Toshi had just quirked him. 

Izuku knew his device had worked because he still has complete control over his consciousness, but he needed to pretend that he’s quirked so that Toshi would continue with whatever he had planned. Izuku needs Toshi to lash out and use his quirks on Kacchan and the others for them to fight back without breaking any laws and regulations. Izuku doesn’t want to do this but Toshi’s getting too dangerous for everyone around him, Izuku himself especially, and Izuku really doesn’t want to deal with him anymore.

‘Everything’s ending today, Toshi.’

“What- WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO IZUKU?!” Ochako screamed before Izuku saw her went limp, and Izuku bit back a grin from Ochako’s realistic acting of falling victim to Toshi’s quirk.

“Oh, nothing. I just put his mind to sleep as what I just did to you, Uraraka,” Toshi muttered, and Izuku could hear the glee and excitement in his voice. 

“Hitoshi, you need to stop,” Iida said, and he went limp next to Shoto.

“Make me, ex-class president. Oh, too bad, I got to you first,” Toshi said mockingly, and Izuku feared for Toshi’s life when he felt the heat of Shoto’s fire quirk radiating from his side. 

‘Shit! SHIT! SHOTO’S GOING TO KILL HIM. HE’S REALLY GOING TO KILL HIM! KACCHAN! STOP HIM!’ Izuku screamed in his heart, doing his damn best not to react to whatever that was happening on his side. 

“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! I’M GONNA KILL YOU!” Shoto roared, and to Izuku’s pleasant surprise, Shoto actually deactivated his fire as if he had been quirked.

“Stupid fucking Icy Hot,” Izuku heard Kacchan curses, and he could hear the sparks exploding off Kacchan’s hand.  

“Now, it’s your turn, Bakugou. You might have your little fun but Izuku, my sweet baby Izuku, was mine first and he will always be mine,” Toshi said, and Izuku knew that was his way to provoke Kacchan. 

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Kacchan shouted, and Izuku knew the anger from his voice wasn’t an act despite how he went limp a few steps ahead of Izuku. 

This had been a part of his plan, he knew they were all acting, but Izuku still couldn’t help the fear that crept up his spine as he watched Toshi stalked his way towards him with a feral grin on his face. His heart was beating fast and loud as Toshi caressed his cheeks, his hand coming up to Izuku’s chin as he tipped Izuku’s head up to look straight into Izuku’s eyes. 

“I made a mistake of trusting you with your friends. I should have known that they’ll do everything to keep us from being together. This time, I won’t make that same mistake again. I’m wiping your memories and theirs. This time, you won’t have anyone but me, Izuku. And I swear, this time, we won’t be out of each other’s sight. You’ll always be with me and I’ll always be with you,” Toshi said, and Izuku did his very best not to react to the words that made his skin crawl. Toshi had his arms around Izuku’s waist and Izuku desperately wanted to drop the act. His mind went to the only person he could think of.

‘Kacchan… Kacchan! KACCHAN!’ 

“No, he fucking won’t, crazy asshole!” Izuku’s head snapped up just in time to see Kacchan’s angry snarl on his face as he ripped Toshi’s hands off Izuku and pulled Izuku behind him before he had his free hand out, “AP SHOT!”

A huge block of ice cushioned the explosion off Izuku’s apartment, causing the destruction to be minimal, followed by another huge burst of ice that froze and trapped Toshi all the way up to his neck. 

“What- WHY?! WHY DID MY QUIRK NOT FUCKING WORK?! IT’S IMPOSSIBLE!” Toshi screamed, throwing his head back frustratingly as he glared at everyone in the room. The rest of their friends who were hiding in Izuku’s room had came out to join them, all glaring angrily and disgustedly at Toshi. Sero had used his adhesive quirk tape to paste it over Toshi’s mouth, finally silencing him from all his screaming. 

Izuku, on the other hand, doesn’t have the energy to say anything else. He wasn’t sure if it was the anxiety, exhaustion, relief or maybe all of it, but Izuku’s body felt like all of his energy were drained from him. His legs trembled and gave way, and he would have collapsed hard on the floor if Kacchan doesn’t have his arms wrapped tightly and protectively around his waist.

“I got you, Baby, I got you,” Kacchan whispered as he pulled Izuku closer, and Izuku immediately wrapped his arms around Kacchan’s waist before he broke down in sobs. “It’s okay, you’re safe, it’s over. It’s all over, Izu.”

“Bakugou, why don’t you bring Izuku home? We’ll settle things here. We’ll bring his stuffs to your place tomorrow or whenever he feels much better,” Izuku heard Shoto said, and he heard the choruses of agreements from his other friends. Despite how Izuku was so grateful to his friends for all that they had done for him and that he really doesn’t want to burden them anymore, he really couldn’t deal with all of this anymore. 

“Are- Are you sure that’s okay, Sho? I really don’t wanna trouble-”

“Stop saying you don’t wanna trouble us or I’m really going to trouble you by repairing my own support gears and messing it all up before sending them to you,” Ochako said, and Izuku doesn’t know if she’s joking or she’s being serious because Izuku knows her crazy ass would actually do that. 

“Please don’t,” Izuku whispered, sniffling softly as his tears gradually stopped, and their friends all laughed. “Thank you, all of you. Lady Nagant and Mirko is nearby, you guys can call them and they’ll be here to take him away.”

“Alright, let’s go home,” Kacchan said, his voice soft as he looked at Izuku, and Izuku nodded with a small smile. His tears have stopped but his legs were still too weak to walk on his own, and Kacchan seemed to know that because Izuku was suddenly lifted off his feet. In one swift move, Izuku is warm in Kacchan’s arms and against his huge chest, Kacchan princess carrying Izuku and holding him close like he weigh nothing. Kacchan bid his goodbye gruffly, their friends teasing him to actually let Izuku rest before leaving more marks. “Fucking idiots. Do they think ’M some kind of a monster to actually fuck you when you’re a quivering mess like this?”

“I- I don’t actually mind that,” Izuku whispered, his face aflame and his entire body heats up from his shy confession. Kacchan tightened his hold on Izuku’s body, hugging his body tighter against his chest while Kacchan’s own ears turned cutely red. 

“As much as I want to eat you and fuck you real good, ‘M not gonna touch you until you’re feeling much better,” Kacchan said, and Izuku smiled. He was pleasantly surprised by Kacchan’s answer, grateful that Kacchan didn’t just look at him and want him just for his body. As Kacchan settled Izuku down in his Porsche, Izuku noticed the frowns gradually forming on his beautiful face as his gaze fixed on Izuku’s body. Izuku was about to ask him what’s bothering him when Kacchan beats him to it, “Did he hurt you, Izuku?”

“What?” Izuku asked, his voice barely above a whisper because his focus was solely on Kacchan’s gentle touch on his body, but when Kacchan’ hands went up to his chin and down to his waist, Izuku realised what Kacchan was talking about, “No, Kacchan, he didn’t hurt me. His touch doesn’t even linger before you saved me from him.”

“I see, that’s good then. I thought that crazy asshole had hurt you when your legs gave out earlier. But it’s good that you’re okay, Izu, or you’d probably be visiting me in prison for killing him,” Kacchan said, and Izuku knows Kacchan was serious. Not liking the frowns on Kacchan’s face and the way Kacchan’s jaw clenched tight in anger, Izuku gently took Kacchan’s face in his hands and caressed his face, stroking his cheeks until a soft sigh escaped Kacchan’s lips and those frowns disappeared from his beautiful face.

“He may not have hurt me but I really doesn’t want to have his touch on me. I want to scrub all of his touch off and replace them with yours, Kacchan. Will you do that for me, Kacchan? Please?” Izuku asked, his green eyes holding gaze with Kacchan’s beautiful red orbs that were looking so softly at him.

“Of course, Baby, I’ll do anything that you want,” was Kacchan’s answer, and he leaned in, kissing Izuku passionately. Izuku almost whined when Kacchan pulled away, biting his lips to remind himself that they’re still out in public and that public sex is a crime. 

As Kacchan drives them home, Izuku couldn’t help the flutter in his chest as he recalled how Kacchan had trusted him with his plans, assured him, protected him and kept him safe as he had promised. It might not be a big deal to others because Kacchan is the number one Pro Hero, he’s the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, but he wasn’t just protecting Izuku as a hero earlier. Kacchan was protecting Izuku as Bakugou Katsuki, as Izuku’s Kacchan, and Izuku had never felt safer. It wasn’t just his body that was kept safe, Kacchan had saved Izuku’s heart too when he listened and trusted Izuku, something that he had never gotten in his past relationship. 

‘Thank you Kacchan, thank you My Hero.’

🎶 When you touch me there, I feel it everywhere 🎶

🎶 I'm loving things I never thought I would like 🎶 

“Wow, what got you looking all red, Bakugou?” Katsuki heard Shitty Hair asked and he mentally cursed the picture his boyfriend had sent him earlier. 

“Mind your own fucking business, Shitty Hair!” Katsuki barked out, his eyes fell back on the picture of black and orange lace lingerie Izuku had sent him with a message [I’m out buying some stuffs with Ochako and Mina and I saw this. What do you think, Kacchan? Do you think it’ll look good on me?]. 

Katsuki’s mouth goes dry, his brain had malfunctioned for a short few seconds before it rebooted, and the first thought he had was whether his boyfriend was fucking with him. Will that fucking lingerie suits him?! Katsuki’s dick goes fucking hard when Izuku’s in his shorts and stupid t-shirts, and he’s asking if a fucking lace lingerie will look good on him?! Is his beautiful boyfriend fucking stupid or does he really not know the effect he has on Katsuki?! ‘This nerd is really going to be the fucking death of me.’

“Wow, chill man, I’m just asking! But from the way I see it, it must be Izuku that just texted you. Am I right?” Shitty Hair asked, shit eating grin etched on his stupid face, and Katsuki rolled his eyes at the obvious answer. It doesn’t take a genius to know who messaged Katsuki. 

[Baby, I’d fucking rail you when you’re in your shorts and you’re asking me if a fucking lace shit would look good on you? Are you trying to kill me while I’m on my fucking patrol?] was Katsuki’s reply to Izuku’s message and a reply came in not even a minute later. 

Katsuki opened the message, another picture that caused his brain to go into another stupid static mode as he imagined Izuku in that 2 piece black leather set and the cat ears that goes with it, and Katsuki’s pretty sure Izuku’s trying to kill him now. [How about this one, Kacchan? There’s so many choices and they’re all so pretty and comfortable that I don’t know which one to get.]

Katsuki’s dick twitched in his pants and he mentally curses that he still has more than 3 fucking hours till the end of his fucking shift. ‘Fucking hell. He’s definitely doing this on purpose. ‘M going to fucking wreck his beautiful ass for edging me when I still have 3 fucking hours of patrol.’

[You’re definitely doing this on purpose, am I right Baby? Fucking get all that you want and use my fucking card. ‘M gonna wreck your fucking ass when I get you later.] Katsuki replied, and he was just about to put his phone down when another message comes in. It’s another picture and his phone dropped onto the concrete pavement the moment his eyes laid on the picture sent. 

“Fucking hell!” Katsuki cursed, his face and entire body burns as he bend down to pick up his phone. Thank God it’s not broken because he still need to save the fucking picture for future purposes. 

“Wow, what the hell happened?! You okay, Bakugou?!” Shitty Hair asked. 

“‘M fucking fine! Fingers just fucking slipped,” Katsuki lied before he turned away to hide his obvious growing boner. “I need to take a shit. You continue with the patrol first and I’ll join you later when ‘M done.”

“Okay! Don’t take too long!” Katsuki heard Shitty Hair’s loud reply, but he had already turned on his heels to walk away in the opposite direction to see the knowing smirk on his best friend’s face.

Katsuki walked fast towards the direction of the nearest public toilet he knows. Despite what everyone thought, Katsuki has never really been sexually active. Even in his past relationships, Katsuki had never craved for his partner’s touch and body. He’s okay when they initiated it but he had never initiated it himself. Not that he remembers. But everything changed when he has Izuku back into his life. Katsuki could never get enough of Izuku. No matter how many times they fucked a day or how long they spent doing the deed, Katsuki could never get enough of Izuku. And now, his beautiful boyfriend has just sent a picture of him wearing the damn 2 piece black leather set and cat ears, HOW THE FUCK WAS HE SUPPOSED TO CONTINUE HIS DAMN FUCKING PATROL?!

[Maybe? Hehe. Thank you, Kacchan! I’ll be waiting for you at home.🧡] was the message that came with the fucking picture, and Katsuki’s dick strained and twitched in his tight hero outfit as the picture replayed in his head over and over again. He could already imagine Izuku waiting for him in that same sexy outfit, cat ears and all, pulling him in and presenting his beautiful ass in that black leather g-string. Katsuki could already feel how fucking amazing he would feel buried deep inside of Izuku, and it took all of his willpower to bite back the groan that’s threatening to slip past his lips. Entering the toilet and heading straight for the last cubicle that was thankfully unoccupied, Katsuki unzipped his pants and immediately called Izuku on his headset as he pulled his already leaking hard dick out.

“Hi, Kacchan,” his beautiful boyfriend’s voice greeted him cheerfully, full of innocence like he hadn’t just sent Katsuki an erotic picture of him.

“Don’t- Don’t you ‘hi’ me. Do you know what you just did, Baby? No, let me rephrase the fucking question. Do you know what you’re making me do right now, Baby?” Katsuki asked, his voice breathless as he pumped his dick, his stomach clenched as he hears a soft gasp coming from the other side of the line. 

“Oh, I- I didn’t- I didn’t know it’ll effect you this much, Kacchan. I’m- I’m so sorry, I really didn’t expect you to get this- this worked up with just a picture,” Izuku replied, and Katsuki could hear the guilt in his boyfriend’s voice. 

“Don’t apologise, Baby. I fucking love that picture but I just hate that I’ll have to wait for another 3 fucking hours before I get to fucking see it with my own fucking eyes,” Katsuki said, biting his bottom lip to stop himself from groaning out loud. It’s not the same as a fucking blowjob or handjob from his boyfriend but it’s good enough to settle the problem in his pant. He was feeling the build up, relying on the image in his head and the sounds from his boyfriend, when he heard the change in his boyfriend’s breathing. It’s heavier, and his dick in his hand twitched from the soft moan that followed after.

“As- As a token of apology from me, I- I’ll do it with you, Kacchan. Let’s- Let’s cum together, Kacchan,” his beautiful Freckles whispered, his voice breathless as a moan escaped his lips, and Katsuki pumped his dick faster. 

Katsuki has standards, he had never masturbated in public before. And yet, here he is, masturbating in public as he listened to the delicious sounds of his boyfriend masturbating with him on the other side of the phone call like some high school loser. But unlike what he thought he’d feel, Katsuki actually liked this. It’s new, it’s fucking exciting, and he’s doing this with his Izuku. 

“Kacchan… Kacchan… Feels good, Kacchan…” Izuku moaned, and Katsuki could already see in his head how his beautiful nerd would looked; lips trembling, his beautiful freckles hidden underneath his flushed red skin, and emerald green eyes all blown out and dilated as he looked at Katsuki with love and lust. 

And that beautiful image, paired with his beautiful nerd moaning breathlessly in his ears, that sent him over the edge. Katsuki cummed hard, legs trembling as he leaned against the toilet wall while his hand continued to pump his dick and shoot his cum all over the toilet seat. He could hear his nerd reaching his own climax seconds later. 

“This isn’t over, Baby. ‘M still gonna have you before our dinner later,” Katsuki said, still panting slightly, as he cleaned himself (and the toilet seat) up. 

“I know, Kacchan, I’ll be waiting for you. Stay safe at work, okay?” Izuku said, as if he hadn’t just caused Katsuki’s heart to stop at the sinful image minutes earlier. If he had been flying, he would have surely crashed into some building or his quirk would surely have gone haywire from how crazy his heart reacted to the picture earlier. And Katsuki still wouldn’t have regretted shit. He could have died and that picture would still be his favourite picture ever. 

“I will, if you stop sending me those pornographic pictures of you while ’M on patrol. And ’s not that I don’t like it, Baby. I fucking love them, ‘M gonna make a folder just for it, but I would have crashed out before a villain even get to me. That’s how fucking much you affect me, Baby,” Katsuki said.

“It’s not- It’s not pornographic! I don’t- I don’t think I was that sexy for-”

“Not that sexy?! Are you fucking kidding me, Izuku?! If I was mid flight, I would have fucking crashed into a fucking building or drop dead onto one of this goddamn rooftop!” Katsuki exclaimed as he walked towards the sink to wash his hands, and he could hear a light snort from his boyfriend.  

“Why would you be opening your text messages mid flight, Kacchan? That’s dangerous and I hope you’re just being dramatic and not actually do it. And besides, I know you were taking a break earlier,” Izuku said, and Katsuki could hear the cheeky grin in his boyfriend’s voice. 

“How did you-” Katsuki was about to ask how did Izuku know he was taking a break when he recalled the amusement in Shitty Hair’s voice when Katsuki told him he needed to shit, and he curses, “Stupid fucking Shitty Hair!” 

“Don’t be angry at Eijirou, Kacchan, I was the one who asked him. I told him I wanted to surprise you with something,” Izuku said, and Katsuki sighed. How could he even pretend to be angry when his beautiful Freckles does this kind of thing for him? 

“Fucking fine, I won’t blast him. Baby, I need to go now. I’ll text you when ‘M done with the shift,” Katsuki said, his lips curling up into a smile. Katsuki isn’t a smiley person, he knows he was probably born with a permanent scowl on his face, but his lips will always curl up into a smile for Izuku. Effortlessly, naturally, ones that only Izuku could pull out from him.

“Okay, Kacchan. See you later,” Izuku said, and the smile on his lips grew wider when he hears the sappy soft kiss from the other side of the call. 

Katsuki doesn’t end the call first, he always waited for Izuku to end the call. At first it was because he wanted to keep hearing Izuku’s voice, because his nerd has the habit of forgetting to end the call before continuing with whatever he was doing, but now it has become a habit. His phone bills were a lot higher than he was used to but it was nothing he couldn’t afford. Besides, it’s worth it when he would hear his beautiful nerd muttering or humming to himself as he goes about doing his stuffs. And it’s funny and damn fucking cute when his nerd realised their call was still active half an hour after he thought they had ended the call.

And this is all new to Katsuki. 

This, and how he wanted the whole world to know Midoriya Izuku is his boyfriend. Katsuki has never felt the need to share his private life in public before. He had never felt the want to share what goes on in his love life, to reveal that he was taken when he was in his past relationships. His excuse was to keep villains from using that information against him but the truth, Katsuki had never thought of himself as being taken despite being in relationships. He had never thought of any of those people he was dating as his partner. 

Until Midoriya Izuku.  

Because with Izuku, Katsuki wanted to tell everyone that he was taken, that he’s in a fucking relationship with the most beautiful guy in the whole world. And he did just that, 2 weeks after he finally got his beautiful nerd to be his boyfriend. The press had a fucking field day, his PR department wanted to kill him if they could, but in the end, Katsuki came home to his beautiful boyfriend welcoming him home with the deepest kiss, a 3 hours sex marathon from their dining table to their bedroom, and it was all damn fucking worth it.

Because Midoriya Izuku had always been, and will always be fucking worth it.

🎶 I can't believe I'm falling in love once again 🎶

🎶 I can't believe I'm falling in love, but I am 🎶 

Seated in the corner of the restaurant away from as much public interference as they could, Katsuki and Izuku had their first lunch date in a long while. They had been busy, Katsuki with his hero work and fucking piling reports and Izuku with his new support gears that are scheduled to be released in the next few months. Katsuki couldn’t help the proud smile on his face as he looked at his beautiful nerd who was sharing with him about his latest development on the support gear he’s working on. 

“It’s finally working, Kacchan! I did as you suggested, changing the main steel materials to titanium alloy and then I did some tweaks to the mechanisms and it finally worked! Oh my God Kacchan, you’re amazing! I was really losing all my braincells, and my teammates were no better, but it finally worked! Thank you, Kacchan!” his beautiful nerd said excitedly, his smile wide and beautiful, and Katsuki felt his heart swells at the beautiful sight. He’ll never get sick of his boyfriend’s excited rambling or his beautiful smiles. 

Ever.

“Glad to be of some help to save some of your dying braincells, Freckles,” Katsuki said as cool as he could, sipping on the hot caramel macchiato as nonchalant as he could, while his soft gaze says anything but. 

Katsuki finally got that fucking weekend off that he had been demanding requesting for weeks and so, despite how he would usually prefer to spend the day off with Izuku in bed or watching movies on their sofa, he decided to take his beautiful nerd out on a date. Besides, his nerd had been talking about this new All Might movie in theatres. Not directly telling him he wanted to watch it, just hinting that it’s out and that it seemed pretty good. And knowing his nerd long enough and even closer now, how could Katsuki not bring his fanboy nerd of a boyfriend to watch it when he knows just how much his nerd really wanted to watch it?

“Anyways, the movie starts in less than an hour. Do you wanna stay here or do you wanna walk around, Kacchan?” his beautiful nerd asked, his hand fiddling with the straw of his almost finished iced chocolate as he looked at Katsuki with that beautiful green eyes that Katsuki could never look away from. 

“Let’s walk around. ‘M gonna fucking fall asleep if I sit here any second longer,” Katsuki replied, and Izuku nodded. 

They both got up (Izuku had cleared the table like the nice civilian he is) and walked out of the restaurant with smiles on their faces (Katsuki had snatched Izuku’s card and paid for their lunch with his card because he’ll never let Izuku pay for their meals).

“I can pay for our meals too, Kacchan!” Izuku had said, pouting cutely.

“I know but I don’t like letting you pay for our meals,” Katsuki had replied but seeing the little frown and pout on his nerd’s pretty face, he sighed and said, “But if it matters so fucking much to you, you can pay for the popcorns and drinks later. I’ll add other snacks in case the movie bores the fuck out of us. At least, we’d still have something to snack on.”

“It’s an All Might movie, Kacchan! How can All Might movie be boring?” Izuku had said in a matter of fact tone, and Katsuki rolled his eyes.

“Remember that stupid, disastrous All Might Christmas love story movie?” Katsuki had asked, and he smirked looking at Izuku scrunching up his face in disgust at the memory of said movie. 

“Ugh, I forgot about that one. Okay fine, All Might movie can be boring,” Izuku had admitted, but there seemed to be something else that he wanted to say because Izuku had bit his bottom lips and his face had turned a pretty shade of pink. Holding his gaze with Katsuki, Izuku leaned in and, with a shy smile, whispered, “But since we’re at the movie theatre and the last I remembered, we’re one of the very few people who are watching it, we might be able to have a different kind of snack.”

And Katsuki has made up his fucking mind, the movie is going to be very fucking boring and he’s going to have that fucking amazing snack.

Walking around in public wasn’t easy when you’re the number one Pro Hero. It was awkward during their first few dates, because people still recognises him no matter what stupid disguises he wore. Katsuki was afraid that this would be a turn off, a thing that breaks their relationship, but Izuku had been nothing but understanding and kind. He would smile and answer questions that were thrown towards them, even coaxing Katsuki to take pictures with some extras who had asked. Now, a few months since they confirmed their relationship to the public, Katsuki couldn’t believe he was able to walk hand in hand with his boyfriend in fucking peace. 

“People have lives to live too, Kacchan. They’re only interested for a while but once they realised our love life and relationship is just like any other people, they’ll lose interest,” his beautiful Freckles had said, but it doesn’t makes him feel any better then. Izuku’s kindness and understanding made his anger and guilt felt even worst when group of fans had crashed into one of the restaurant they were dining in (they stopped dining outside for a few weeks).

“Bakugou-kun?” a familiar voice calling out his name snapped him out of his thought, his face fell into it’s permanent scowl as he turned to look at whoever that had just called his name. 

A small built guy with black hair and dark green eyes stood a few feet away from him and Izuku, his eyes staring at Katsuki with familiarity, but Katsuki doesn’t know him. He seemed familiar but Katsuki doesn’t remember him. 

“You don’t- I’m guessing you don’t remember me? Takahiro? Takahiro Masaki? Ring any bells?” the guy asked, and Katsuki frowned even deeper. He doesn’t remember any fucking Takahiro.

“You know him, Kacchan?” Izuku asked, and Katsuki immediately squeezed the hand he’s holding. He might not remember who the guy is but he isn’t going to allow some fucking extra create a fucking misunderstanding between him and Izuku. He looked down at Izuku and shook his head.

“No, I don’t know him, Izu. Might be someone I crossed path with-”

“Oh wow, you- you really are the worst, Bakugou. We dated 4 years ago and you said you don’t know me,” the fucking black haired fucker said, there’s an accusing tone in his voice but none of it bothers Katsuki when his mind was all about Izuku. He immediately turned to Izuku, afraid that this would break his trust in Katsuki, but Izuku looked surprisingly calm.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! I DON’T FUCKING REMEMBER YOU!” Katsuki shouted. He knows this is going to get the attention of others around him but he couldn’t control the anger nor anxiety raising in him. He’s not afraid of what others think of him, his only fear was for Izuku to misread this whole thing and caused them to break up. He can’t lose Izuku over stupid extras whose name he doesn’t even fucking remember. 

“I didn’t know the number one Pro Hero Dynamight fucks around and forgets. And it’s even more disgusting that you don’t even have the basic courtesy to remember my name,” the black haired fucker said again, and Katsuki could hear the anger in the fucker’s voice. Not that it matters, because his only concern is to get this shit straight so that Izuku doesn’t fucking misunderstand him.

“I never fucking do one night stand! If you said I fucked you, it means that we dated for a while and you come onto me because I never made a move on any of the person I dated unless they fucking initiated it. That, I fucking remember, asshole,” Katsuki said through gritted teeth, his hands shook in anger until his boyfriend wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s arm holding his hand, patting his arm gently to calm him down.

Katsuki still couldn’t read how Izuku’s feeling.

“Oh, that you remember, huh? True, you never made a move on me. I had to make the move all the damn time. You never even wanted to be seen out with me but now, what? You changed? You’re suddenly capable of showing off your relationship? I wasted 6 fucking months on you and the one time you fucked me on your own initiative was when you’re drunk! And the worst part, you’ve never called out my name. It was always ‘Izu’ or ‘Izuku’! And I’m not the only one who experienced this fucking shit! I’ve met the rest of your exes and they all said the same thing! You’re disgusting, Bakugou!” the black haired fucker said, and Katsuki wanted to die. 

He honestly didn’t know that. 

Katsuki has heard of the many fucking reasons his exes broke up with him but none of them had said that he called out Izuku’s name during sexual activities. He knows that he had always imagined Izuku as the person beneath him when he fucked his past partners. He needed to imagine the person as Izuku for him to be able to touch them, but Katsuki doesn’t realised that he had said out his name. Katsuki felt Izuku stiffened beside him for a split second but he couldn’t look at him. He’s afraid that Izuku would be disgusted with him, Katsuki knows he would be. Katsuki’s face paled when Izuku pulled his hand out of Katsuki’s hold, crossing his arms across his body as he takes a step forward. 

“I’m guessing you’re his new boyfriend? I’m sorry for doing this when you’re out on your date but I just need to. I need to warn you how bad this man is. He might be the number one Pro Hero but he’s a bad boyfriend. He’ll replace you when he gets bored-”

“Takahiro, am I right? You said you dated Kac- Katsuki 4 years ago, so why are you here only now? And before you said stupid shit like to warn me and stuffs, I had been by Katsuki’s side for more than 6 months and I’ve not seen you or your shadows anywhere near us. You’re not here to warn me, you’re here to start shit to get me away from Katsuki because you’re jealous of what I have with him. You’re here because you couldn’t stand that Katsuki admitted to this relationship and paraded me around while he doesn’t do the same with you. Am I right, Takahiro?” Izuku said, and Katsuki watched as the black haired fucker’s face paled as he fumbled around for words to say. 

“No- NO! I- I’m- I’M NOT JEALOUS! WHY THE FUCK WOULD I BE JEALOUS OF AN ASSHOLE WHO CAN’T EVEN REMEMBER MY FUCKING NAME?! I AM HERE TO FUCKING WARN YOU! I KNOW HIM! I KNOW HIM BETTER THAN-”

‘Oh hell fucking no. This stupid fucker did not just say that,’ Katsuki thought as he looked at how terrifyingly calm his boyfriend was. Katsuki knows his nerd is a very kind and patient man, but he also knows how dangerous he could be. And one thing that Katsuki knows that could tick his nerd off is one, to insult Katsuki and two, to say that they know Katsuki better than him. And this fucker just did both.

‘Oh wells, it’s his death.’

“YOU DON’T KNOW HIM! You don’t know Kacchan better than I do. Kacchan is not a disgusting asshole, he just doesn’t remember names unless you hold an important place in his life. And from what I hear, you guys dated for 6 months and that was 4 years ago. So, why would he remember an ex from all those years back? And if you’re wondering why he’s parading our relationship now, it’s because I AM IZUKU. You get what I’m trying to say now?” Izuku said, a sneering smirk on his usually gentle face, and Katsuki just stared at his boyfriend in awe (and very much controlled lust).

God, Katsuki feels like an asshole now being turned on at the sight of his nerd being all angry for him but he couldn’t help it. The way his beautiful green eyes stared with such intensity at the stupid fucker in front of them, the way he arched an eyebrow, the way he regulated his breathing, the way his jaw clenched; everything is so hot and sexy and Katsuki just wants to drag him home and have him in ways his beautiful nerd would allow him.

“It’s- It’s you. You’re the one he had been calling out-”

“Yes, it’s me. And as much as I feel guilty for being the cause of your pain and humiliation, I don’t feel sorry enough to apologise for mistakes that happened between the 2 of you. You’re an adult and whatever that happened was all in the past. Today, however, was different. You stalked us and planned this. You didn’t just coincidentally meet us, you were standing there waiting for us. He didn’t see you but I did, I saw you. So, unless you want me to file charges against you, you better leave now and make sure I never see your face ever again,” Izuku said, and Katsuki couldn’t hold the grin creeping on his face as he watched the black haired fucker huffed and leave begrudgingly. 

As soon as the fucker turned around and stormed off, Katsuki walked up next to Izuku. Not knowing what to say, he simply tugged Izuku’s sleeves. Like a child who had just gotten reprimanded. Like a child demanding for attention from his angry parent. Katsuki was afraid that Izuku would be angry with him, or maybe disgusted enough to break up with him. But instead of the frowns he expected, Izuku turned to him with his usual beautiful smile. 

“You said I had bad taste in ex-boyfriend, right? I think you’re pretty much the same, Kacchan,” his beautiful Izuku said, the tease in his tone caused Katsuki to release the breath he doesn’t even know he was holding. Katsuki instantly engulfed his boyfriend in a tight hug, his nerd hugging him back and said, “Please tell me there isn’t more of this kind of confrontation in the future. Not that it scares me off, just that I need to prepare a thing or two to fight whoever it is that I would be facing.”

And just when Katsuki thought he couldn’t love his boyfriend any deeper, he fell deeper in love with his strong, beautiful nerd.

🎶 I never thought that I would be strong enough to move on 🎶

🎶 No, this wasn't part of the plan 🎶

“Izu, your father wants to meet you,” the words that Izuku had never thought he would hear came out from his mother’s mouth, and Izuku dropped the cup of juice he was holding onto his mother’s carpeted floor. 

When his mother had called him to say that she misses him and that she had something important to tell him, Izuku had invited Kacchan to come along with him to visit his mother. Being busy with work, it has been a while since he had visited his mother. And despite them being together for over a year now, there hadn’t been a lot of encounters between Kacchan and his mother either. They did talk a lot on the phone though, especially since Kacchan loved to ask for her recipes to Izuku’s favourite dishes and desserts. He thought they would spend the day talking more about Izuku’s toddler days and showing off his embarrassing pictures, Kacchan had loved that the most during their visits.  

This, however, isn’t what Izuku had expected.

How could he ever expect this, when his father had took off and disappeared when he found out Izuku was quirkless? How could he, when he remembered blurry times of his mother crying as she packed and threw his pictures away? How could he when this man, a person who just contributed his fucking sperm to Izuku’s birth, disappeared and had never made his presence known again? He doesn’t even know his supposed father’s name, family name, nor does he remember how the man look like. And now he wants to meet Izuku. ‘WHY? Why now? Why now when I no longer need you?’

“I- I’m sorry. I- I’ll take the cloth,” Izuku stuttered, his mind a mess and his hands shook from what his mother had told him. A warm hand covered his, and Izuku looked up to Kacchan’s red eyes looking softly at him. 

“It’s okay, I’ll clean this,” Kacchan said, his voice soft with so much love and understanding that Izuku felt his eyes tear up. Izuku felt the gentle squeeze of Kacchan’s hand before he gets up and makes his way to the kitchen, and Izuku was left with his mother who was looking at him with the same teary eyes as his. He could see the pain and sadness in her eyes, and there was perhaps more pain in those eyes than what’s reflected in Izuku’s. After all, the person who left her was her first love. Her only love.

“I- I didn’t want to tell you, Izuku. I didn’t want to burden you with this selfish request of his. But- But he’s dying, Izuku. He’s diagnosed with a certain kind of disorder that caused his quirk to malfunction and caused his organs to fail and gradually shut his body down,” his mother said, and Izuku doesn’t know what to feel. He simply stares blankly at his mother until he felt the familiar warm over his shoulders. Kacchan had his arms around Izuku, his hands caressing Izuku’s shoulder and back gently. Izuku looked up and, once again, Kacchan’s red eyes were looking softly at him. This time, however, those red eyes held sadness, worries and concerns in them. 

“When- When did- When did you know this? When did he approached you?” Izuku managed to ask.

“A couple months back. Well, he had actually been asking to see you since you appeared on the World’s Time magazine. He said he wanted to see you and apologise for leaving you. He had been persistent but-” 

“Did he apologise to you, mom?” Izuku asked, and he was surprised by how calm he sounded despite the turmoil in his heart.

“What?” his mother asked, her voice was barely above a whisper, and Izuku could see the surprise in her face to his question.

“Did he apologise to you? Did he come down to see you and begged you for forgiveness? He didn’t just leave me, he left you. He didn’t just leave after I was diagnosed as Quirkless, he had left months before we even found that I was Quirkless. You said it was for work, and I believed it. I really believed it. But that was never it, is it, mom? He- He had never wanted to be around, he had never wanted to be a father. Isn’t that right, mom?” Izuku asked, his vision blurs as tears began to burn the back of his eyes. 

The way his mother broke down confirmed his words, that his father had never wanted to be around. He had suspected that ever since he was young, because he don’t remember having a single memory with his father. He doesn’t even have a single photo with his father. His mother had always said that it’s because his father was overseas when she gave birth, that he’s a very busy man with his company and work overseas. And Izuku believed her. He believed her until he found his mother crying on her knees, her hands holding onto a stack of papers with the words ‘Divorce Agreement’ emboldened onto it.

“I- I’m sorry, Izuku. I’m so, so, so sorry. I- I didn’t want you to hate him. I- I had hoped that he would come back one day. I- I had hoped that I would be able to give you a complete, happy family,” his mother cried out, and Izuku leaned forward as he grabbed her hands in his. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for, mom. You didn’t abandon me, and you gave me everything I need. I might not have a father but you did give me a happy family. I don’t need him to be happy, I was already happy having just you with me,” Izuku said, his own tears running down his face, and his mother pulled him into a tight hug as she broke down even more, crying hard as her fists clenched tight into the front of his shirt. Izuku was no better with tears and snots running down his face, his body shaking as he cried his own tears. And again, Kacchan had his hands on his shoulder and his back, rubbing his back silently as Izuku cried his eyes out.

The warmth from Kacchan’s hands soothe the overwhelming pain his heart was feeling. The gentle, loving gesture was a silent reminder to Izuku that he’s not alone anymore. Because now, besides his mother, Izuku has Kacchan with him.

“I- I’m- I’m not going to say that I agree to meet him. But I- I’m not saying that I won’t see him either. I need time to think… time to compose myself if I can ever bring myself to see him,” Izuku said, after his tears had calmed down enough for him to speak, and he felt his mother’s silent acceptance when she nodded her head against his chest.

They left and drove home in silence that night. It wasn’t suffocating, it was the peaceful kind of silence, one that he desperately needs amidst all the loud noise and turmoil in his head and heart. Izuku looked over at Kacchan who still has a hand on Izuku’s thigh as he drove (Kacchan hasn’t left him untouched the entire time, the only time he was forced to separate from Izuku was after he settled Izuku in the passenger seat and rushed over to his driver side, and he immediately had his hand on Izuku’s thigh even as he wears his seatbelt and starts the car). Kacchan’s warmth seeped through his covered thigh.

And he felt protected. Izuku felt loved. 

Izuku’s eyes took in Kacchan’s beautiful face in the dimly lit night as he drove. The flawless God-like features that shouldn’t be allowed to exist on a human’s face but here they are, existing beautifully and perfectly on Kacchan, and he wondered how long this perfect man would love him unconditionally like this. ‘Would this love change? Would Kacchan’s love change? Would he one day get bored and leave? Would Kacchan one day yearned to have children that I definitely couldn’t give him and leave? Would he-’

“I’ll never leave you,” Kacchan’s words broke through his thoughts, and Izuku realised he had been muttering his thoughts out loud again. He doesn’t know when Kacchan had stopped the car but the car had been parked under some huge trees, hiding them away from the world. Kacchan unbuckled his seatbelt and he leaned forward into Izuku’s space, “I’ll never fucking leave you, Izuku. I’m never leaving you, I’d rather die than leaving you again.”

“But you never know what the future holds, Kacchan. You never know what you would want in the future,” Izuku whispered, and his heart pained at the thought that there might come a day where Kacchan would no longer love him, that Kacchan might want someone else. It’s possible. His parents were each other’s first love and yet his father left like his mother and their love for each other never mattered, like it never meant anything to him. Because people change, and when people change, so does their hearts too. 

“True, I don’t know what the future holds or what I would fucking want in the future. But what I do fucking know is that I had never loved or wanted anyone as much as I love and want you. And that has never fucking change. It might had been years but I still fucking remember how fucking painful it was when you had walked into the fucking hall on stupid fucking Eyebag’s arms during our first hero ranking convention. You looked perfect and we hadn’t met each other for years then but Jesus, the fucking pain and anger and jealousy I felt was fucking crazy! I almost bolted out of the hall because it was all too much. I was 2 or 3 glasses of champagne in when I actually thought of taking you away. Seeing what happened, I really should have,” Kacchan said, a teasing smirk on his lips, and Izuku chuckled with tears in his eyes. 

Kacchan never failed to remind him how much he loved him, how much those days without Izuku was a fucking torture to him, and Izuku knew Kacchan was telling the truth. Kacchan’s red eyes were always full of love and uttermost devotion when they were looking at Izuku. And oh God, only God knows how much Izuku loves Kacchan too. Izuku never thought he could love anyone as much as he loves Kacchan, he never planned to. Not after what happened with his parents, not after what he went through during their high school days, not after how he was cheated by Toshi. 

But he did. Izuku had fallen deep in love with Kacchan. Again.

“But will our love last, Kacchan? Will this… last?” Izuku asked, his vision blurs as he looked at Kacchan but Kacchan had the softest yet most determined look on his face as he stared at Izuku. 

Kacchan didn’t reply, not yet maybe. Instead, he moved his seat back to the furthest it could go and unbuckled Izuku’s seatbelt. Gently, he pulled Izuku up and guided him to sit straddled on top of him. This wasn’t the first time Izuku sat straddled on top of Kacchan but it still made his face flushed, and his body burns from the warmth and heat pressed against his body. 

“What… are you doing, Kacchan?” Izuku asked, breathless, and he gasped when Kacchan leaned forward and nipped at his left ear.

“You asked me a question, Izu, and so I wanted to answer them as close to your ears as possible so that you’ll hear my answer and never forgets them. But even if you do forget them, I’ll give you the same fucking answer and the same fucking away over and over again,” Kacchan said, his voice low and raspy, and Izuku thinks that he doesn’t mind forgetting the answer. 

Not at all.

Izuku shook his head, trying his best to ignore his growing erection that’s slowly filling up his tight pants. Izuku tries to focus on the question that’s still waiting to be answered but he’s distracted by how Kacchan’s breathing down his ears. He needs his answers, his heart needs to be assured, but he hates that he can’t focus on anything when Kacchan’s this close to him. 

“I love you, Izuku. I only know what love means when I fell in love with you. And it has been only you. I tried to move on when you weren’t here, I tried dating and sleeping around with fucking extras whose name I don’t fucking remember, but I fucking couldn’t. I couldn’t love anyone else, this heart wants only you. And even if one day you fall out of love with me, I’d do everything to make you fall in love with me again. I don’t fucking know what the future holds for us but I can fucking swear that I’ll do anything and everything to make our love last till we’re both fucking old and die. And even then, even then I’d ask the Gods or whoever up there to bring us back to life in another world together. Cause I don’t ever want anyone else but you, Midoriya Izuku. In this life, next life, forever. Does that answer your question, Izu?” Kacchan said, and Izuku’s breath was taken away from Kacchan’s answer and the way Kacchan holds his gaze with Izuku. There was nothing but truth in his eyes, and words, and Izuku knew those aren’t just simple words from Kacchan. Those are his promises, and Izuku nodded as tears slipped down his eyes. 

“Yes, Kacchan, yes it’s enough,” Izuku whispered, and he crashed his lips with Kacchan’s. Izuku’s hands flew to the back of Kacchan’s head, fingers curling into Kacchan’s blonde hair as he tugged Kacchan closer, and Kacchan had one arm tight around Izuku’s waist while the other hand on his nape as he pulled Izuku closer, tilting their heads as he deepened their kiss. 

It was all tongues, teeth and spits, Izuku rolling his hips to feel the delicious frictions between their clothed erected dick while Kacchan grinds and buckles his hips up to add more to the delicious sensation. Izuku moaned, throwing his head back when Kacchan starts to trail wet kisses and licks down his neck. 

“Ka- Kacchan… We’re still in public,” Izuku said, his voice breathless. He wants more, he wants Kacchan right there and then, but his rational side of his brain was still working and it’s telling him to stop before they’re caught. 

“Technically… We’re inside… in my car,” Kacchan whispered in between kisses, and Izuku doesn’t miss the smirk on his lips as he bit and sucked that sweet spot by the side of Izuku’s neck. And goddamn it, Izuku’s losing it.

“But Kacchan… sex in public is against the law… I don’t want us to go to jail for having sex in public,” Izuku whispered, his body shaking with needs and his dick is probably scolding his brain right now for suddenly having it’s rational side. Where was this rational side when he was sucking Kacchan’s dick in the movie theatre during their last All Might movie? Where was this stupid brain when he decided that having sex in the club’s toilet was sexy? God, Izuku hates his brain sometimes.

“Well, if that happens, I’ll pay the prison guard to put us in the same cell and we can have sex in jail too,” Kacchan teased, and Izuku leaned back to smack Kacchan lightly across his chest. He knows Kacchan was joking but still. Damn Kacchan and his stupid filthy mouth. 

“Fine, fine, we’ll stop. But am having you the moment we stepped into our home,” Kacchan said, his lips pouting cutely, and Izuku leaned in and pressed a soft kiss (which ended up being another long kiss because Kacchan had his hands up in Izuku’s hair and kissed him long enough until they both needed their oxygen). 

Izuku got back in his seat, his eyes gleaming as he looked at Kacchan’s very much disheveled state. Bruised lips, messy hair and very much erected dick, and something in Izuku tells him that they’ll be okay. Izuku could see how uncomfortable Kacchan was, shifting in his seat as he rearranged himself in his seat, and yet he doesn’t blame Izuku for stopping in the middle of their sexual activities. Not a glare, not a raise in his voice, and Kacchan was still looking at Izuku as if he hung the moon and stars in Kacchan’s eyes. 

As if it’s not the other way around.

“I love you, Kacchan. I love you so, so much. You know that right?” Izuku said. He doesn’t know what makes him said it, he just know he wanted to say it. He needs Kacchan to know that he loves Kacchan as much as Kacchan loves him.

“I know, Baby, I know. And I love you so fucking much too, but you know that, don’t you?” Kacchan asked, smiling oh so handsomely, and Izuku smiled as he nodded.

“Yes, Kacchan, I know,” was Izuku’s answer as he leaned down on Kacchan.

Izuku might not have planned to fall in love. He might actually have planned to stay clear of love and commitment because of what he witnessed and went through as a child. He might have planned to focus simply on creating support gears and building his career, but Izuku also doesn’t plan to meet Kacchan. He doesn’t plan to meet and fall in love with the most beautiful person he had even seen in his entire life, but Izuku did. He might not have planned to have his heart broken, but Izuku did. Izuku also didn’t plan to meet Kacchan all over again, only that it happened and Kacchan had been by his side, waiting patiently while Izuku healed and fixed himself.

‘Kacchan. Kacchan. Kacchan.’

Kacchan was not part of his plan but Izuku will forever thank the Gods above that they had bestowed Kacchan upon him because Kacchan will forever be the best gift his life had ever received. 

And that’s the last rational, sentimental thing his brain thought off before all thoughts drifts away as Izuku sucked, licked and slurped on Kacchan’s dick. His body burn with his needs of Kacchan, his brain was now either a soup of mush or it has shuts itself off as his mouth and tongue takes what he wants from Kacchan, what he wants to give to Kacchan. 

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“I promise to give you the best of myself. I promise to trust and respect you as your own person and to realise that your interests, desires and needs are no less important than my own. I promise to share my time and my attention with you, and to bring joy and strength to our marriage. I promise to grow along with you, to be willing to face change in order to keep our relationship alive and exciting. I promise-” Katsuki’s eyes find Izuku in the midst of Dunce Face’s wedding vows and he couldn’t help the flutter of his heart when he saw that his beautiful boyfriend’s green eyes were already on him. 

Beautiful green eyes looking so gently and lovingly at him, and Katsuki could have sworn he could see the fucking stars and hearts in those eyes that never looked away from him. The small smile on his lips, the sweet pink flush on his freckled cheeks, the way his lips quirked up into a wider smile before looking away shyly, like he hadn’t just pulled Katsuki into the toilet and gave him the best fucking blowjob right before their best friends’ wedding start.

“It’s- It’s your fault, Kacchan! Who asked you to look so fucking hot and sexy and delicious in your tux? I- How am I supposed to focus on the wedding when you look this good?” his beautiful Freckles had said during their clean up, and Katsuki snorted. Like his nerd wasn’t any sexier, which he fucking was, with his fucking bubble ass in full display in that tight formal pants. Katsuki wants to fuck him so fucking bad.

“Oh, so you’re blaming me now, Freckles?” Katsuki had asked, his hand tilting Izuku’s chin up so that he could drown into those eyes that he loves. His other arm was already wrapped around Izuku’s waist.

“Yes, your fault, Kacchan,” Izuku had whispered, the sultry in his voice a siren call to Katsuki’s fucking libido, and Katsuki bit Izuku’s lips before claiming them into a deep kiss. They would have probably have sex in the toilet if stupid Shitty Hair hadn’t knocked and called for his presence. Katsuki had fucking pouted and his Freckles had the audacity to laugh at him.

“We’ll have fun later tonight okay. I heard there’s private jacuzzi in this hotel,” his Freckles had said, a light peck on his cheek, and that’s enough for him to go through with what he needed to do. 

Katsuki did his part as one of the groomsmen; barking out orders to the other groomsmen to get their guests seated, got Shitty Hair to give one of his stupid motivation talk to Dunce Face so that the idiot doesn’t short circuit during his fucking wedding, fucking made sure stupid Dunce Face had his sips of water before making his way to the altar, and a few other mundane stuffs that made him wonder if his own wedding will be this chaotic. 

Probably, especially with his old hag and her loud side of the family.

“I never thought I’d see the day where you’ll look this calm, Bakugou,” Shitty Hair’s voice snapped Katsuki out of his thoughts, and Katsuki wondered what the fuck did he looked like. Wasn’t he just scowling as he did usually?

“What the fuck do you mean? ‘M not making any calm fucking face,” Katsuki barked out, and he could feel himself frowning as he looked at Shitty Hair.

“Well, now you’re frowning but earlier, you had this calm look on your face. We’ve been friends for years but I think this is the calmest I’ve seen you at places with lots of people,” Shitty Hair said, stupid shitty grin on his stupid face, and Katsuki clicked his tongue before looking away to look for his source of calmness.

“‘S a fucking wedding, you don’t expect me to be all frowning, did you? Idiot,” Katsuki replied, rolling his eyes when Shitty Hair laughed as he agreed. 

Katsuki’s eyes found his nerd, smiling and laughing away as he talked to their group of friends. Looking at the glass of champagne in his hands, Katsuki wondered how many glasses had the nerd down. From the light flush on his cheeks, Katsuki could tell he has quite a bit of alcohol in his system. Katsuki thought he was just watching, not realising he was smiling until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Izuku really makes you happy huh,” Shitty Hair asked, and Katsuki didn’t even hide his smile when he answered.

“Yes. Yes, he does. He’s my source of happiness, Eijirou. And honestly, I don’t fucking remember how I lived before he comes back into my life. I never thought I could be this fucking happy, but I am,” Katsuki replied, and he could see the dramatic look on his best friend’s face before he broke into a fucking teary grin before smacking his back hard. 

“I’m so fucking happy for you, bro! That’s so manly of you to admit! Like we all know you’re so in love with Izuku but to see you this in love and happy, I’m so happy for you both! So, when’s the big day?” Shitty Hair said, and Katsuki turned to look at his best friend like he had just grown 2 heads. 

“Big day? What big day?” Katsuki asked, frowning a little as he wondered what Shitty Hair was talking about. Katsuki already have so many big days to look forward to; anniversaries, birthdays, Valentine’s, Christmas, Izuku’s support gears launch day, Katsuki’s hero ranking convention day, and even Deku’s birthday that Izuku had insists on celebrating, so what other fucking big day is he missing out?

“Uh, your wedding? When is it? Have you even proposed, Bakugou?” Shitty Hair explained and asked, and Katsuki’s eyes immediately find Izuku upon hearing the sensitive question. Sensitive because, despite knowing what he wants, Katsuki doesn’t have the answer to that question. 

Well, not now at least.

“I- I haven’t proposed yet. Well, maybe not anytime sooner,” Katsuki replied, his red eyes flickered back to Shitty Hair who looked shocked upon hearing his response. A glint of regret flickered on Shitty Hair’s face, probably for being a nosey fuck for bringing up the question, but it was soon replaced with a small, understanding smile. 

“I- I see. But you’re going to marry Izuku, right? I mean I can tell that you both love each other to death, and you’re probably dying to tie the knot with him. So, what’s holding you back? Is it Izuku? He- He doesn’t want to get married?” Shitty Hair asked, and Katsuki’s eyes flickered back to his beautiful boyfriend who’s giggling over something that was said.

“It’s not my place to say but Izuku doesn’t really have a good memory of his parents’ married life. He doesn’t trust that marriage will keep people happy, will keep people together for life. But it’s okay, I’ll take it slow with him. If he doesn’t want marriage, then fuck marriage. I’ll be happy as long as he stays by my side as the love of my life, as my boyfriend till the fucking end of time. Because in the end, what’s important to me is having him by my side,” Katsuki said, and he rolled his eyes and stumbled back when stupid fucking Shitty Hair engulfed him in a fucking bone crushing hug. “WHAT THE FUCK! GET FUCKING OFF, YOU LOUD DRAMATIC IDIOT!”

“OH MY GOD! THAT’S SO FUCKING MANLY, BRO! YOU REALLY LOVE HIM! I’M SO HAPPY AND PROUD OF YOU, BRO!” Shitty Hair wailed as he hugged Katsuki tight, and it took all of Katsuki to not blast his stupid, loud, dramatic ass. 

“GET THE FUCK OFF ME! OI! ALIEN! GET YOUR STUPID HUSBAND THE FUCK OFF ME!” Katsuki shouted, and both Mina and Izuku made their way towards Katsuki, both laughing while watching the red haired fucker wrapped around Katsuki with fucking tears in his eyes. This is why Katsuki refused to talk to his dramatic, emotional best friends idiots about anything. ‘Stupid loud fucker.’

“What happened, Bakubro? Why is he suddenly hanging off you like a koala?” Pink Alien asked as she took her husband off Katsuki, the fucker continued to sniff and wail in his wife’s hold.

“How the fuck should I know? Probably drunk out of his mind or something,” Katsuki lied, and he threw a damning death glare at the fucker when he was about to open his mouth.

“No- Nothing, Baby. I think it’s the wedding getting to me,” Shitty Hair lied, and Katsuki simply rolled his eyes. Katuski gagged when Mina cooed like she was pacifying a fucking baby, hugging and whisking him away from Katsuki.

“What was that about, Kacchan?” Izuku’s voice startled him, and he winced when he realised that his smart, beautiful Freckles hasn’t bought the lie. Of course he hasn’t, Izuku’s smart and it’s one of the many reasons Katsuki’s in deep fucking love with him.

‘Oh shit.’

“It’s nothing, Izuku. We were just talking and that idiot got emotional about what I said. It’s nothing big, really,” Katsuki replied, and he wasn’t lying. He felt Izuku’s arm sliding around his waist and Katsuki resists looking down at his nerd until he felt the light pinch on his waist.

“I see. So, what is it that you guys talked about that Eijirou got emotional?” Izuku asked, again, and from the look on his nerd’s face, Katsuki knew he’s not getting away with it until he tells him everything. 

And it’s not that Katsuki doesn’t want to. They had promised not to keep any secrets between them, not even little ones, and Katsuki’s all down with telling his nerd anything and everything. Unless he knows it’ll hurt him. He doesn’t want his nerd to feel guilty about this topic because he knows his nerd will, and it’s not even his nerd’s fault when life wasn’t kind to him when he was young. Katsuki sighed in defeat as he pulled his nerd in for a tight hug.

“That idiot asked me when we’re getting married,” Katsuki said, and he felt the way his nerd stilled beneath him. Katsuki kissed the top of his nerd’s head, his arms wrapping the smaller body tighter as he continued, “And I told him that it doesn’t matter whether we get fucking married or not. What’s important to me is that you’re with me, everything else can take the fucking back seat,” Katsuki said, and Katsuki sighed when he felt the arms around him hold him tighter.

“You- You mean it?” Izuku asked, his voice low and Katsuki could hear the slight quiver in his voice.

Katsuki pressed another short kiss on the top of his nerd’s head and said, “Of fucking course, Izu. You fucking know I don’t say things I don’t fucking mean. Besides, it has never fucking mattered what our relationship is called. As long as you’re with me, as long as you stay with me through every fucking thing, I don’t give a fuck what our relationship is called.”

Katsuki looked down when Izuku pushed him away slightly, only to be caught off guard when Izuku leaned up and sealed his lips with a passionate kiss. And unlike their lewd, lust filled, fucking messy kisses that they shared in the toilet hours earlier, this was sweet and romantic, filled with love that words couldn’t describe. Katsuki reciprocated the kiss, holding his nerd tighter as he deepened the kiss with his own overwhelming love. Izuku had pulled away first, leaning his forehead against Katsuki’s.

“Thank you, Kacchan, thank you. I promise I’ll try to trust the word marriage and everything that comes with it. And I promise, when I’m ready, you’ll be the first one to know,” Izuku whispered against his lips, and Katsuki’s heart pounded hard against his chest. This is Izuku’s way of saying that he’s not saying ‘no’ to marriage. This is Izuku’s way of saying that no matter how long it’ll take him, he is looking at marriage with Katsuki. 

And that’s fucking enough for Katsuki.

“Of course, Baby. Take all the time you need, I’ll always be here. Always,” Katsuki promised, and Katsuki’s heart bloomed when his beautiful boyfriend smiled that gorgeous smile of his.

“Thank you, Kacchan. I love you, always and forever,” Izuku whispered, and God Katsuki swore his heart died for a short millisecond before his heart and brain decided to work again. Such a simple confession and yet it means the whole world to Katsuki.  

Oh God, he loves him. Katsuki loves Izuku so fucking much.

When he lost Izuku years ago, Katsuki thought he’d end up growing old alone. He never thought he’d found his way back to Izuku, falling even deeper in love with the only person he had ever loved. Now, with Izuku by his side, Katsuki’s way happier than he ever thought he could fucking be. And marriage or no marriage, Katsuki just knows that they’ll end up growing old together, be with each other till the end of fucking time.  

“I love you too, Izuku, so fucking much.”