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It's complicated

A bkdk fic with collab art by @ripley_riot

In a College House Party, the color of the cups means different things, and Katsuki is extremely bothered by the color of Izuku's cup.

In that particular party, just out of orientation week, where freshmen were excited to begin their lives, and seniors were torn between being happy or devastated that this era of their lives was ending; if you paid attention, you could see love coming. Okay, maybe that was a tiny bit too poetic than it should have been, considering how chaotic it got at some point, but really, it was something. You just had to be there.

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It can be sort of a social experiment going to a college house party, especially if you are simply an observer. If your social anxiety takes the best of you and you stand in the corner just holding your little White DNI cup filled with nothing but lemon soda, you are close to what a scientist would be: watching mice in a cage running around doing their silly little thing, after you give them some sort of test chemical.

You see the fake smiles and the bold touches, the annoyed expressions, the checking-out looks, and the way some guys try to act like alpha males as if it would give them an advantage with the girls. It does work with some guys, though. You witness the lovey-dovey eyes directed at people who couldn't care less about them. And the eyes that meet and care about the other. The shy touches. The genuine smiles. The overly intoxicated ones. You can see a fight coming. You can see a kiss coming.

And in that particular party, just out of orientation week, where freshmen were excited to begin their lives, and seniors were torn between being happy or devastated that this era of their lives was ending; if you paid attention, you could see love coming.

Okay, maybe that was a tiny bit too poetic than it should have been, considering how chaotic it got at some point, but really, it was something. You just had to be there.

🥤

“Bakugou, my man, you’re late!” A red-head boy yelled over the music at the blond approaching them.

“Yeah, what took you so long?” Asked the black-haired one with weird pointy elbows.

“He was probably just doing his hair so he could be the prettiest girl at the party!” The girl with dark purple hair and aux cords for earrings teased, leaning further into the taller form of - if the pink cups were any indication - her girlfriend, who smiled hugging her mindlessly.

“Ha, ha,” Bakugou deadpanned, simply passing through them, not bothering to answer. And honestly? One would think that, maybe, the girl was right because he looked stunning. Effortlessly stunning, or so he made it look that way.

His hair truly was spiked in a way that was too perfect to be natural, yet it had a subtle sense of movement that prevented it from appearing stiff or artificial. Annoying . He was wearing dark ripped high-waist pants (and his waist was absolutely tiny, which is very worth mentioning), dark-brown boots, and a black tee under a soft denim shirt. Something that said “Oh, I just grabbed the first thing in my closet”, but he still looked great in it.

His scowl though, that’s where he lost his charm.

However, it was possible to see that some people were not driven away by his expression at all, some even found it hot, eyeing him as he went through the crowd, toward the drinking station. All of those with blue and purple cups in hand quietly observed, not at all subtly, as Bakugou read the colored cup labels and decided which one to take.

And really, it was a mystery why people bothered to keep checking on him after almost a minute because if someone took this long to pick a cup, it was very clear they were gonna pick the Green one at the end. Said and done: that’s what he did after almost two minutes.

Then, by the proportion of soda/vodka he poured into his cup, and the way he downed the first gulp, you could see that it was indeed as the cup said. It was very complicated.

Almost as if on cue, because life can be a real bitch sometimes, there was another loud cry. “AAAAAAHHH, you all made it!!” It came from the same group of friends, but this time from a girl whose hair was an even brighter pink than the cup she was holding and whose clothes were more colorful than a pride parade.

She opened her arms and not a second later, a brunette wearing a black turtleneck and brick-red high-waist shorts jumped on them. Behind her came a woman with long dark hair in a green pastel dress, a tall man with hair half white and half red, a short emo boy in a red choker, and finally, a man with dark green hair who kept fidgeting with the hem of this shirt.

At first glance, especially compared to his friends, there was nothing too great about the last one’s appearance. Sure, he was… cute, maybe. His curly dark-green hair looked soft and made you want to touch it, like when you see a nice textured fabric while shopping and you can’t help but run your hands through it. But apart from that, he was just another guy. In a put-together outfit of loose jeans and a white t-shirt that said … ‘party shirt’ on it? Okay, he was a dork. But nothing else.

But for some reason, it was obvious to those who were paying attention that the green-haired man was the reason for Bakugou’s green cup. Because as soon as he laid eyes on him, he turned around and poured more vodka into his Green cup.

“Izuku!! I can’t believe Ocha actually managed to take you out of your dungeon!”

It was only when Izuku lifted his head up and smiled at the group of friends waiting for him that it became clear why he was apparently Bakugou’s downfall. His smile was bright, his eyes, green as emerald, were wide and expressive and his face was adorned with freckles all over.

That man was a man that would try to protect the world, but he would also be the reason someone would burn it to the ground. He’s the guy that listens to you, the guy that takes care of you, the guy you introduce to your parents. That man was a goddamn keeper, and you knew it by just the way he hugged his friends and attentively listened to them speak even amidst the crowd.

Oh, Bakugou was screwed. Because Bakugou… Well, he wasn’t a keeper. He was never meant to be one. He was the type that was okay on his own, that had his shit figured out and didn’t give a damn about other’s opinions. That man had a Plan for his life and falling in love wasn’t a part of it. But then, Izuku showed up.

Yeah, my friend. I’d pick the green cup too if I were you.

Izuku took a while to find Bakugou’s eyes in the crowd, and when he did, he smiled. It was a different smile from the one he gave his friends. Some of the light in his eyes faded and the smile didn’t reach them.

Oh, Bakugou, what have you done to this poor boy?

But then, Bakugou smiled back, broken and pained. Maybe the real question is, what have you done to that man, Izuku?

Bakugou wasn’t expecting Izuku to be there, and it took him a minute to recollect himself before joining his friends.

They were all loud. Kirishima and his girlfriend, Ashido. Jirou and her girlfriend, Yaomomo. Sero and his boyfriend, Shouto. Denki and his boyfriend, Fumi-chan (His name was actually Tokoyami, but Denki only called him that. A funny contrast to Tokoyami's whole style). Ochakoand soon-to-be-confirmed-depending-on-the-color-of-the-cup Tsu. Bakugou and his complication, Izuku.

They all chatted for a bit before Ochako grabbed Izuku’s wrist and dragged him to the drinking station. So she was that friend. The friend that takes you out of dark places, the one that will listen to you at 2 am but will remind you of it when you’re passing in front of the ice cream parlor with a smug smile on, the one who pats you on your back but isn’t afraid to call you on your bullshit, friend.

“You know I have to work tomorrow morning, right? I shouldn’t be drinking!” Izuku protested.

“You know you’re only 20 and you shouldn’t give a damn about that, right?” She laughed. She had a nice laugh.

Ochako analyzed the table with the cups and took two pink cups, pouring only soda into one, and a combination of sake and strawberry juice into the other. Then she looked at Izuku, who seemed outwardly lost. Clearly not a party person. She shook her head, and grabbed a Purple cup - WAIT, what? - and gave it to Izuku after pouring sake and strawberry juice for him too.

And damn, okay, let’s backtrack here. Did she not know or did she not care ? But then… Izuku did nothing. He didn’t correct her, didn’t reach out for the green cup like the blond with red eyes – staring intensely at his back – had done. He just… turned around and walked away. Hm.

Bakugou's whole life must have flashed before his eyes when he saw the color of the cup Izuku had because he looked pale. His grip on the cup tightened until it broke - “SHIT” - and he spilled the rest of his drink on him. Good for him though, he was drinking so fast that there was barely any left.

He came back and got another Green Cup. Just vodka this time.

🥤

It didn’t take too long for the first guy to approach Izuku on the dance floor. He was a shy and uncoordinated dancer, but no one seemed to give a damn about it, because it turned out he actually had a great ass, once you looked past the worn-out jeans, and he was, well, cute, a keeper, soft, etc etc. And, of course, he had a Purple Cup.

The guy that approached him had a Blue Cup, and going for a Purple was definitely a safer bet than going for another Blue. Izuku smiled at him, because of course he did, but that was all. They danced for a while, but then, Ochaco called him, and he excused himself, getting off the dance floor and following his friend to the snack table.

The man seemed disappointed, but well, that’s okay. This happens. It’s not just because someone has a Purple Cup that they are down for everyone . He turned around then, determined to find someone else, but then – “FUCK MAN!” He screams as someone bumps hard on his shoulder, making him drop his drink all over himself, staining his shirt. “Watch where you’re going, asshole!”

Bakugou didn’t turn around to answer the guy, he only grinned as the man cursed his way into the bathroom.

The next time Izuku would be approached, he… wasn’t, really. A purple-cup girl checked him out from across the room and Bakugou saw it right away. She took one step toward Izuku and the poor soul, AKA Bakugou, immediately stepped between her and Izuku, who was oblivious to the whole interaction as he talked to Sero and Shouto about a manga they were reading.

The girl even tried to go around him, but Bakugou stepped in her way again. She looked annoyed, but when he mouthed “Fuck off” to her, she saw his cup and maybe out of pity, did indeed, fuck off.

However, during this little show, someone approached the trio with the excuse of knowing the manga they were talking about and engaged in the conversation. When Bakugou turned around, it was already too late. His friends had opened the circle to give the guy space.

A green cup, huh? Bold, that one. Maybe things weren’t going well for him in whatever shit he was in and so he decided he needed a day off. (Maybe that’s why Izuku accepted the Purple Cup…? Who knew.)

At first, Bakugou didn’t do anything except pretend he was listening to whatever Kirishima (Shitty-Hair, in Bakugou’s mouth) was saying while staring at the Green Cup man so intensely it could open a crater through the guy’s back. But then, the guy stepped closer to Izuku and looked at him with too much intention while he was babbling with sparkles in his eyes.

Bakugou grimaced. Obviously, no one was allowed to look at Izuku like that. Except for Bakugou. He could almost accept people checking him out because, to him, Izuku was absolutely the most beautiful hot shit ever. But giving hearty and hungry eyes at Izuku as he spoke? Nah ah. Fuck off.

When the guy lifted his arm, Bakugou faked tripped on nothing, and spilled his drink all over him before he could put it down on Izuku’s shoulder.

“SHIT! What the fuck?” The Green Cup exclaimed.

“Kacchan! Oh my god!” He looked at Kacchan (cute nickname) first. He had his priorities sorted, alright. “Are you okay?” Bakugou dismissed him, and only this did Izuku turn to the man beside him. “And oh, I’m so sorry! Here, lemme-” He reached out to help him clean himself but then –

“Fuck man, my bad,” Kacchan grabbed the man’s shoulder and turned him away from his friends. “Lemme help you with that!” He said, leaning the way. The guy was obviously confused, but before he could turn around to Izuku, the grip on his shoulder tightened. “Actually, I’m pretty sure you can help yourself, right?” Bakugou then patted him on the back, way too strong for an act of camaraderie. The guy got the message and headed to the bathroom alone.

When he got back to his group of friends, everyone eyed him weirdly. At that moment, it became clear that none of his friends knew about his complication because they all just stared at him and his Green Cup. No one at Izuku. They were a secret. And Bakugou was clearly a tough nut to crack because no one had even tried to say anything before.

“You okay, man?” Kirishima asked.

“Yeah, Blondie, you’ve been kinda off. Maybe we should get you some water.”

Bakugou stared at Izuku for 5 seconds before the said between his teeth, “‘M fucking fine!” and stormed past his friends towards the backyard. He needed some air. The group only spared him a glance before shrugging it off and carrying on with their conversations. But then…

“I’ll be right back,” Izuku said, disappearing after Bakugou.

“Ugh, what’s up with them this time?” Jirou sighed.

“Honestly, I stopped trying to figure them out a long time ago.” Ochako shrugged.

“At least they’re not arguing!” Sero pointed out.

“Yet.” Shouto completed.

About five minutes later, Izuku came back huffing, heading straight to the drinking station, pouring the same thing Ochaco had given him, but with much more sake than before. The conversation outside didn’t go very well, then.

But before he came back to his own group, someone approached him. A girl with long blonde hair in a blue dress. Purple Cup.

“Excuse me?” She touched his shoulder getting his attention. “Midoriya?”

Not half a second went by before recognition flashed in his eyes. “Oh my god! Melissa! Hi!” He hugged her with closed eyes and a smile on his face. There was something there. “It’s so nice to see you again! You’re studying at UA now?”

“Yeah! I finally transferred!”

Their conversation flowed easily from there. They worked together in an intensive summer program almost two years prior. She was a biotech major. He had given up on the technology area and ended up declaring journalism as his major. She thought it fit him better. He thought so too.

When Bakugou came back to his friends, the two were already way too comfortable with each other for his liking. He squinted at them. “Who the fuck is that chick with Deku?”

“Oh,” Denki grinned when he saw who Izuku was talking to. “That’s Melissa Shield. Her dad is tough shit in the tech field.”

“David Shield?”

“Yep! That’s him! Mido is about to get luckyyy,” Denki sang, unaware of the seething anger growing inside Bakugou.

He was getting restless. Because what the fuck was going on over there?

Izuku and Melissa moved to a couch at the back of the room. Bakugou never lost sight of them. Izuku sat on the armrest, Melissa on the cushion, squeezed to the corner by a couple who didn’t know the limits of PDA.

Bakugou dried his hands on his pants.

Izuku talked with his hands, Melissa stared at his lips. He wasn’t that funny, Bakugou knew that, but she laughed a lot, a bit too much if you ask him.

Bakugou paced around, as much as the space in the room allowed him to.

Melissa touched Izuku's arm when she laughed. He let her. Melissa touched Izuku’s knee when she laughed. He let her. Melissa touched Izuku’s tight when she laughed. And,

He let her.

“Fuck this!” Bakugou guzzled down the remains of his drink and threw the green cup aside. He stomped to them and - “Kacchan? Wha-” - harshly grabbed Melissa’s hand and pulled it away from Izuku’s lap.

“Okay, what the fuck, Deku?” He growled.

Izuku frowned. “What the fuck , me? What the fuck, you, Kacchan! What do you think you’re doing?” He reprimanded.

“Me? You’re the one slutting around with this stupid purple cup!” Bakugou knocked down the Purple Cup that’s been haunting him all night.

“Again with this stupid cup!! What about it?”

“Really? What about it? You were the one bothering me about getting official and now you’re here trying to fuck everyone?”

Izuku eyes snapped wide. “What? I’m just talking with a friend!”

“Yeah, right! Hey, you,” he turned to Melissa, “aren’t you trying to get laid?”

The poor girl. She opened her mouth, hesitating before speaking. “I mean… sort of?”

Izuku turned to her so quickly that he almost broke his neck. “What?”

“Don’t what me, you idiot. You’re flirting around the whole night! This is a new level of assholeness, even for me!”

“I’m not flirting with anyone! And you’re the one who didn’t even want to be with me! So why do you even care?”

At this point, everyone was watching the scene unfold. The music was dimmed down, the conversations had stopped, and even the couple on the couch stopped making out.

“I said I wasn’t ready, not that I didn’t want you, you- ARGH! You’re insufferable!” He screamed, tugging at his hair. “Okay, fine! You know what! Here!” He grabbed Izuku’s wrist and pulled him up, almost making him trip, and dragged him to the drinking station. “You wanted to get me jealous? You wanted me to realize I can’t fucking imagine you with someone else? Great, congratulations, mission accomplished!”

Bakugou grabbed two pink cups, poured soda into both of them, then shoved one at Izuku’s hand. “There. I do want to be with you, and I want everyone to fucking know about it. Happy?”

Izuku was catatonic. He stared at Bakugou’s face. Then his gaze slowly traveled to the cup in his hand, then to the cup in Bakugou’s hand. The tension and expectation in the air was palpable. He blinked slowly, once, twice, three times. He turned his head to the side, “What?

A loud snarl and a collective sigh could be heard. Oh, Izuku … “It’s a colored cup, party!” Someone had to tell the poor man. “Check the labels where the cups are!”

And just then, reality seemed to settle on him. He looked at the labels in front of each stack of cups.

White = do not interact;

Blue = single as fuck;

Green = Complicated.

“You had a green cup all night.” Izuku pointed out.

“Yeah,” Bakugou answered. Way softer than he had spoken all night.

Purple = DTF;

“DTF? Down to flirting?”

Bakugou sighed. “Down to fucking, you idiot.”

Oh. Oh!

Izuku finally understood why Bakugou had been frustrated all night.

And the last stack…

Pink = Taken/Serious Relationship.

He looked up at Bakugou with teary wide eyes. “Wait- You mean it?”

Fuck, with Izuku looking at you like that, it’s a fucking crime if you don’t mean it.

Bakugou threw his head back, barking a laugh. “Yeah, nerd. I mean it.”

Izuku smiled, and shit, if the smile he gave his friends when he arrived could already light up a room, the one he gave now could light up a whole town. He threw himself in Bakugou’s arms, bringing him in for a kiss. As the crowd clapped and screamed, and the music turned back up, the two smiled into each other’s lips. Izuku jumped up and Bakugou picked him up with a spin. Their friends continued to holler in disbelief and awe.

“Want to get out of here?” Bakugou mouthed. Izuku just nodded.

They left the party hand in hand.

🥤 Rumor has it, all the cups in their wedding party were purple, just as a joke.

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