Longing for Clarity, Chapter Seventeen
Pairing. Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku (main, pre-established), eventual one-sided DekuBowl, other pairings hinted at
Part. Seventeen/Twenty-Three
Rating. Story has overall NSFW tones and mentions, but the sex scenes will be left as side stories.
Synopsis. Slice of life AU. Check chapter one notes for details. Katsuki is in his senior year, and though he’s dealing his own questionable mental condition, he can’t help the excitement of the upcoming graduation. But his boyfriend, Izuku, has been acting strange, being almost a little too intimate. They come to find out that Izuku is going through the fermin, a predicament certain Quirk holders go through. Now Katsuki is being forced into considering relinquishing the secrecy of their relationship, if only to keep all he wandering eyes from Izuku.
Notes. Katsuki and Izuku get ready for the festival and their coming out.
Second Note. I’m still work on this, and I still have every intent on finish it.
Thank you for those sticking around. I appreciate it and hope you continue to enjoy!
For those of you interested, there is early access to chapters and access to NSFW side stories available to patrons on my Patreon. Chapter sixteen is already up! Please consider supporting me! Thank you! <3
Hope you enjoy!
Chapter Index
Katsuki tapped his foot impatiently. The disinterest on his face was clear as he kept his arms crossed and his eyes anywhere but at the task at hand. He was standing in the middle of the locker room, glaring at the floor, his lips in a deep grimace.
"You have some of the worst clothes, Katsuki-kun," Ashido's voice came from further down the row. She was sifting through a pile of clothes Katsuki had brought down for her to go through.
"Not really something on my mind," Katsuki snipped out.
Ashido came back to him, a few things in her hands. "I just don't understand," she commented as she dropped them on the bench next to him. "How can you live without being presentable?"
"Deku likes it," Katsuki muttered.
"Oh, honey, of course he does." She held up one of his button-down shirts and inspected it. "You could be wearing a rice sack, and he'll still think you're cute. That's how that works." She hummed and picked up a different shirt.
"He'll still notice the difference, though."
Katsuki scoffed. "It's not like it matters."
Ashido looked over at him, brow raised. "Haven't you ever dressed up for him before?"
Katsuki hesitated with his answer. He didn't really dress up ever unless he was forced into it. He much preferred being comfortable over anything fashionable. And he never felt any need to be anything other than that around him: comfortable.
Izuku had never asked for anything more. Sometimes he dressed up a little bit for a date, but it was nothing extreme, just as well-fitting shirt and tighter fashion pants. He always looked wonderful in those outfits, and even Katsuki had to admit he enjoyed it.
But Izuku never brought it up, and on the days he was more presentable, he never side-eyed Katsuki for not doing the same. Now that Ashido brought it up, though, was it something he secretly wanted from him? He just wasn't into that kind of thing, and he figured Izuku understood that. But maybe he should try it. What would his reaction be later in the night, when they went to the festival? He guessed he would base it off that, and try in the future to make more of an effort.
Should he have been already, though?
"Our first date," Katsuki said.
Ashido turned to him fully, holding a pair of pants. Her eyes were full of intrigue, and she clearly wanted him to continue.
Katsuki rolled his eyes but decided to indulge her. "My mother made me," he said. "She wouldn't let me go on that first date with being presentable."
"Your mother knew about it?" Ashido asked. "She knew you were--?"
"She knew I was before I did, according to her," Katsuki said. "She's actually... she's always been supportive about it, never treated it like a phase or anything."
He knew someone already whose family wasn't as understanding, and knew too well what it was doing to him. He was grateful to his parents who never questioned who he was, but just loved him the way he was in almost every facet.
"And when I told her it was with Deku, she was ecstatic."
Ashido chuckled. "She's always approved, huh?"
Katsuki nodded. "She's like him since we were kids, always saying he'd be a good influence on me."
She gave him a knowing smirk before turning her focus back to the clothes. "She sounds wise."
He huffed. "Yeah, yeah."
"So, she made you dress up? Where was the date?"
"It wasn't like formal or anything," Katsuki said. "It was just a little café for coffee and cake." He toed at the ground, ignoring the flush on his face. He had never told anyone these things; it was something left just between him and Izuku.
But there was a point to friends knowing, right? So, you could share these things? Not all memories should be private, he could Imagine Izuku saying. Wasn't it a good thing that happened? Shouldn't others know how far they'd come, how they were happy despite the hurdles they faced?
Katsuki twitched. It was still strange to share things he considered so private. But the smile and the soft expression on Ashido's face eased the tension some: she wanted to hear it so she could show her support. That's what real friends did, just as Kirishima and Izuku did.
He scratched the back of his neck. There was still so much about friendship that felt foreign to him.
"Aww, so cute," Ashido cooed.
Katsuki scoffed. "More like awkward."
She hummed and shrugged. "But still good, right?"
He blinked. It had been good, despite the awkwardness of it all. They hadn't talked much at first, not sure what the topics of a first date contained. It didn't change until Izuku started to nervously talk about the plastic decoration on his pastry, and something about it led Katsuki into a rather silly but still entertaining conversation about food presentation. From there, they eased more into a natural conversation that led to louder voices and laughing.
That stupid piece of plastic could possibly be thanked for things going so well after. How stupid was that?
"I'm going to go ask Eijirou-kun," Ashido's voice invaded his reverie.
He looked up at her, brow raised. "Ask him for what?"
Ashido clicked her tongue but smirked. "You weren't paying attention, were you?" She tsk'ed at him. "And I thought I was distracted by that scent on you."
Katsuki glared a little. When Izuku had come to him the night before, questioning only why he was so upset, he had smelled it on him. Izuku had been in need, but he was too gone in the conversation with his mother to give him any proper attention.
They had stayed up, talking more about Katsuki's mental stability and his mother hiding hers from him. Eventually they moved to Izuku's room to take the kimono and hunt it up. They discussed a little more before falling asleep, and at no time before were they intimate, despite the aroma in the air. They fooled around at some part during the night, but nothing too intense. Katsuki was far from a mood to enable such things, and Izuku wasn't going to push it.
The smell was still in his room, so long after Izuku had last been there. It had been so strong the night before, Katsuki wondered how he controlled himself during his breakdown. He was grateful for it, though: he needed him so desperately, needed the ground he was before he flew too far away.
"I'm going to go see what Eijirou-kun had," Ashido said. "You two are about the same size, right?"
"I guess." Katsuki wasn't completely sure. They looked to be, but he thought Kirishima might have a little more to his chest, but that was about it. Otherwise, they had grown at the same rate and were the same height.
"Stay here," she said. She was already at the door and taking a step out. "I'll be just a few moments!"
Katsuki watched her as she left. The moment she was gone, he let out a long breath. He ran his hands over his face a few times as a groan left him.
He didn't want to do this. It wasn't the dress up or the fuss over makeup that he was bothered with: it just wasn't his thing. He had been with Kirishima and Kaminari too much to not be used to wasting time to being presentable. He had let Kaminari put makeup on him more than once, after all. The attention it would bring him didn't exactly bother him. He was used to eyes on him in public, had craved it on better days.
But when people looked at him, they were at a hero. That wasn't the goal they were going for this time. He wasn't a hero that night, he was Midoriya Izuku's boyfriend. They were deliberately calling attention to that. All eyes would fall on him, and everyone would know.
Katsuki felt sick.
It didn't help that he was still down from the night before. He was still thinking of the night before, of the conversation with his mother, of the words that spilled out to Izuku. Ever fear, every worry, every concern came falling out, after he had spent so long trying to keep it in. It wasn't just the fear of the future, but the vulnerability that fear brought that had kept him holding it in.
But it was foolish of course. There was a part of him that always knew he could tell Izuku. He knew. Like so many things, though, he couldn't bring himself to believe it. But when Izuku held him, let him cry, let him pour out every last thought burrowing into him, he didn't judge. He would never judge him.
Izuku would just be glad to know him.
Being seen as Midoriya Izuku's boyfriend was the least he could do in return for everything he brought to his life. Izuku wanted everyone to know. Izuku held no shame in showing him off, held pride in the idea of holding hands in public. The least, the very least Katsuki could do was give him that.
Katsuki tapped his foot again. How long was she going to take? He wanted to get this over with, get on with it, before he started talking himself out of it.
He pulled out his phone to help keep himself distracted. He found a message waiting for him, and he couldn't help but smile at the name of the sender.
How's the torture going?
Katsuki smirked. Long. I apparently have terrible fashion sense.
The answer wasn't immediate, but still came. You do.
You're not much better.
That's why I let Uraraka and Yaoyorozu take me shopping once in a while.
Katsuki laughed at that. He could always tell the difference between the clothes Izuku already had and the ones he bought with the girls. Both looked good on him, just in different ways. The loose, nondescript comfortable clothes were meant for more casual things or more in-depth activities; where the fashion clothes looked perfect on him without losing any of his masculinity. They showed how taunt his body had become over the years, hinting at the muscles beneath the stylised fabrics.
He was silently grateful for the way they picked his clothes. Katsuki was the one who got to reap the most benefits from it.
I'd hate to see what wardrobe Kirishima or Kaminari would give me.
Maybe let Hagakure and Ashido dress you?
I don't know if that would be worse or better.
"Ba~ck," Ashido called from the entrance of the locker room. She had a few things in her arms and was inspecting them as she walked back to him. "Only so much, though: he has so many colours in his wardrobe, and I just don't think that's you."
Katsuki was silently grateful for the consideration. He wasn't looking forward to any bright colours.
Getting back to the torment, he quickly typed. See you in my room and go from there?
Perfect. Have fun getting dolled up. Love you.
Katsuki put his phone away as Ashido stepped up to him. She held up shirts to his chest, but he wasn't really paying attention to what they looked like. She hummed and considered and finally snapped her fingers. She parted from him as she started to rummage between the two groups of clothes. Finally, she handed him a set. He took it as it was thrusted into his arms, and for the first time, he looked over some of the garments.
"These are leggings," he said, his tone even.
Ashido nodded. "They go under the jeans."
Katsuki furrowed his brow. "These aren't—"
"They're mine," she interrupted. "They'll be short probably, but they shouldn't be too tight."
"What's the point?"
Ashido raised a brow. "The colour?"
Katsuki looked over the garment again. The crease in his brow softened as the understanding fell over him. "...right."
Ashido smiled wide. "Well? Go on!" She shooed him toward the stall area. "Let's see what it looks like!"
Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Stay out here."
"You're no fun," she said with a laugh.
::*~~*::
"The pink looks so good on you!"
"You think? Not too much?"
Uraraka and Hagakure spoke to each other in excited tones, going over their outfits for the festival. Iida had joined them thankfully; giving Izuku someone to talk to while the girls did their own thing. He didn't seem that bothered by any of it, and just smiled and made small comments when asked.
Izuku didn't particularly care either. It wasn't the first time Uraraka had dragged him along or made him sit for makeovers. She liked doing it, and he wasn't one to say no, especially to something so harmless. When it came to the makeup, she was subtle with what she did, giving him more neutral colours that just matched what he was wearing. She took pictures, but only shared them with Izuku.
And then he would share them with Katsuki. He would smile at them, but Izuku was never sure how he really felt about it.
Uraraka spent time with Hagakure first, putting some light, sparkling eye shadow on her that matched a warm honey highlighter. She finished with a soft lip gloss and the look came together to give her an almost ethereal look. She was ghostlike, transparent in everything but her kimono and the makeup. But all of it was warm colours, matching her personality. She was a spirt of good fortune, Izuku thought.
Uraraka had come with her makeup already done. She was covered in shades of pink and blue, all of it light and shimmering. It matched her kimono and the furs she had set aside for the festival. It was clear that some of the blue was for Iida, matching his kimono, and he had come pink in his. It was rather cute, when Izuku let himself think about it. Maybe a little silly, but he could see the appeal of maybe occasionally being so obvious.
After all, hadn't it been part of his decision for the kimono he would wear?
Iida had agreed to a little himself, getting just a touch at the corner of his eyelids. He sat perfectly still and moved as if he anticipated her actions. It wasn't a surprise, though: he'd probably been roped into it even more than Izuku had.
When it finally came to Izuku, it was getting late and closer to when they were supposed to leave. And he wasn't even in his kimono yet, not wanting to go around the dormitory in it. Uraraka had made it clear she only wanted to do a little to him, but was insistent that they do it. He thought it odd, but he wasn't going to speak against it.
She started with his hair, doing as best she could with the unruly locks. There was some attempt to get it flattened, but she settled for getting the most of it into a small ponytail at the top of his head. She accented it with a comb accessory that was almost glass looking and vibrant red. She clipped it in just behind his hair, and he could feel the shorts rows of beads against his skull.
"Isn't this a little too..." Izuku met Iida's eyes, and he could tell he was thinking the same.
"I like it," Hagakure said. "Doesn't it match the kimono you borrowed?"
"Not the only thing that matches," Uraraka murmured.
Izuku looked at her, brow raised. "What do you mean?"
She gave him a wide smile as she held up a colour pallet. "This will only be a moment, I promise."
Izuku held her eyes for only a moment more before closing his eyes. He twitched at the feel of the brush against his eyelid but instantly stilled himself. He always had trouble sitting still during these makeovers. The bristles felt weird, almost like they would fall off in the cosmetics and cling to his lids.
It was even worse when it came to the eyeliner. He was always worried that the pencil would go in his eyes, especially when he was told to open them and look up. Uraraka was always careful, but he couldn't stop the hesitation that came.
How did she do this every day?
"you can relax, I'm done with your eyes."
Izuku let out a long breath. He opened his eyes slowly and looked over at Uraraka. He gave her a small smile. "Thanks," he said. He started to stand up, but he was surprised to find a hand pushing him back into the seat.
"Umm, Uraraka, I still need to get—"
"One last thing." She was smiling as she pulled out a small compact and a flat, fanned out brush. There was something almost mischievous about the look on her face. Mischievous? No, maybe not that... just... knowing? It was more than a little off-putting.
"Just need two seconds."
Izuku gave a reluctant hum, but he kept still. She was honest about how fast it would be done: she took two swipes over each of his cheeks, only separated by passing the brush through the compact. She settled back, looking over him, inspecting him, before she nodded.
"Wonderful."
Izuku turned when he heard a sound of uncertainty from Iida. He looked almost unsure, but hee said nothing.
Uraraka clicked the compact closed as she took steps away from him. While she was putting all of her makeup away, Hagakure leaned in to look over the final result. Though she didn't have it caked on, there was enough of the cosmetics on her face for Izuku to see the worry in her brow.
"Does it look bad?" he asked softly.
She shook her head. "I don't think so, just an odd choice."
"It's meant to match," Uraraka spoke up.
Izuku raised a brow. "Match what?"
Iida's brow knit in some concern. "Should you be so--?"
Uraraka waved him off. She grinned at Izuku. "We'll let you finish getting ready," she said. "You think you'll be long?"
Izuku was still uncertain but forced a smile. "Go on ahead if you want," he insisted. "It'll take me a moment to get my kimono on, and I'd hate to have you wait on me."
"Do you need any help?" Iida asked.
Izuku shook his head. "I'll be fine."
Uraraka picked up her makeup case. "Don't be too, too long," she said. "It should be a fun night. I'd hate for you to miss out on anything." There was something in her voice... she knew something but wasn't saying it...
Izuku stood up and nodded at both of them. "I'll be quick, I promise."
Uraraka smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. She waved at him and Hagakure. "We'll see you soon, then."
Iida waved as well before turning and heading off with his girlfriend. Hagakure chirped a parting and Izuku just gave a wave as they left. He sighed and turned to her.
"It's not that bad, right?"
The earrings swayed as she shook her head. "It looks good," she said. "Subtle, fits you... it's just..."
"What?"
Hagakure paused. "I'm just going to..." She leaned forward and took hold of his chin. She lifted her other arm, sliding down the billowy sleeve to reveal her long sleeved undershirt. She wiped at his cheeks, applying pressure, but not enough to hurt.
"What are you doing?" He didn't stop her but he was stiff as she moved.
It was all but a moment before she was pulling away, having scrubbed his cheeks. She held up her sleeve to show off the cosmetics she was wiping off. He had to stare for a moment to get exactly what he was supposed to be looking at. The colour looked close to something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"I don't--?"
Hagakure waved the white-blue shimmer in his face. "To match."
It was another second before it clicked into place. The colour was just like—
"Was this supposed to match Todoroki's...?"
She nodded.
"...why...?"
"Ochako mentioned... I think she's going to try and get you two alone tonight."
Izuku frowned. Uraraka knew better. She was one of the only people that knew about his brief relationship with Shouto. She knew that it had ended and mostly why, though he left anything about Katsuki out of it, when he came later into the situation. She had always made her opinion known that she thought Shouto was good for him and maybe even get back together. But he wasn't, though he hadn't been honest about why.
That wasn't only because of Katsuki's request of silence. He hadn't been exactly upfront about reasons for the breakup. He had given some excuse about not having time for the relationship, that right then wasn't for the best. He didn't know how to explain that Shouto that didn't... click with him. And it wasn't from a lack of trying. He really had hoped that they could work out, but...
On paper, Shouto would seem perfect. A little aloof and in need of not only getting in touch with his feelings, but learning how to express them. It wasn't like he wasn't into that sort of personality.
Clearly.
But there was something about their time together just felt lacking. No matter the amount of time together, they never got as close as he imagined they would. For the months they were together, they had done little more than hold hands. They had never even kissed.
Katsuki had kissed him to show him how he felt, which led to their current relationship. The difference stood to him, for sure.
"Well, she won't get the chance," he said. "I'm going with Katchan, and no matter how he behaves, I plan on being very honest."
The glint of gloss moved up into a smile. "You two will be so cute tonight," she said. "And no room for questions, right?"
Izuku smiled and nodded. "No questions."
They spent only a few more moments making conversations of where to meet when they got to the festival before parting ways. Izuku went back to the men's side of the dorms to finish getting ready.
It didn't take him too long to get the pieces together and dressed. He was putting the haori on his shoulders as he made his way down the hall to Katsuki's room. He had a large smile on his face a jump in his step.
He was ready and he was excited. He finally got to show off his boyfriend. He got to tell his friends who had been with and for anyone else to get the hint that he was truly off limits.
He just hoped Katsuki would be just as excited.
Izuku knocked on the door. "Katchan?" he called. "You ready?"
"Door's open!" was the answer from the other side of the door.
Izuku came in, closing and locking the door behind him. His eyes fell on Katsuki and he couldn't help but raise a brow. "What are you doing?"
Katsuki came from underneath the bed, a decent sized box in his hands. "Needed to find something," he muttered as he set the box on the bed.
Izuku came further into the room, taking in Katsuki's backside, still bent over some. The jeans he was wearing were tight in all the right ways, and he could tell his shape through his top. He bit his thumb as he thought about the muscles underneath. He was strong, and he could certainly do something with that strength...
"Deku."
"Hmm?"
Katsuki was looking at him, still on the floor. His brow was raised, but he was smirking. Izuku flushed a little. Of course, he knew where his mind was.
Izuku coughed. "What's in the box?" he asked as he sat down on the bed. He barely lifted the lid of the thick and decorated cardboard. He recognised it as something from Katsuki's room back in Shizuoka, under his nightstand. It was just something that was there. Katsuki had never called attention to it, so he had never thought to ask about it.
But Katsuki had brought it with him. Didn't that make it important?
Katsuki crossed his arms on the mattress and put his chin on his forearms. He looked at Izuku from his spot on the floor. "Just some things."
Izuku rolled his eyes. "Things," he repeated. He put the box in his lap and opened it. Katsuki watched him but said nothing and didn't stop him.
The contents were odd at first glance. Pieces of paper, random trinkets, and...
"Is this your cast?"
Katsuki grunted with a shrug.
Izuku looked over the plaster covered in various names and well wishes. He smiled at the tiny hand drown into the palm.
It was strange to have such a strong memory to something that had cause so much pain to Katsuki.
He went through the rest of the box, noticing the ticket stuffs for each of the trains they had gone on for the Tour. There was a folded piece of paper that he found was a test with a high grade marked on it. But it wasn't Katsuki's name on it.
"Why do you have one of Kirishima's tests?"
"It was the first time he scored that well."
Izuku's gaze softened. He knew Katsuki could be sentimental, but he had no idea it could be this much. Even after a lifetime of knowing each other, he was still learning new things about him. He hoped that it would be that way ongoing.
He leaned in to kiss his forehead. "Were you just wanting to look through this...?"
Katsuki moved to sit on the bed next to Izuku. He put his hand in the box and started to sort through it. As he did, Izuku got a better look at his clothes. His dark red shirt was opened at the top, showing a black tank top underneath. His black denim pants had purposeful rips in them, and green fabric showed underneath.
"I was looking for..." He pulled his hand out, a chain in his fingers. He held it up for only a moment before putting it around his neck. "...this."
Izuku eyed the little trinket, a smile playing on his lips. He pulled on the chain lightly until the plastic piece was in his palms. It was a vibrant blue circle that had a piece looping out on top. He recognised it instantly, even if it had been two years since he'd seen it.
"You kept this?"
There was a flush on Katsuki's face. "Shut up."
Izuku chuckled. "It's cute," he said. "It's adorable you kept it."
Katsuki punched him in the shoulder. "I said shut up, nerd."
Izuku still laughed. "Or what?" he teased. "Show me how much more of a sap you are?"
Katsuki growled lightly. He pushed on his shoulders, and the box fell from his lap as he found his back on the mattress. The sound of the contents spilling didn't seem to deter him as he leaned over Izuku's body.
Izuku grinned up at him. "This how you going to do it--?"
"Quiet," Katsuki said before moving in and pressing lips together.
::*~~*::
The sun was starting to set when they got to the festival. It took up the park and spilled out into the streets around with food and game booths. There were snow sculptures everywhere of various sizes and shapes. Lights and music filled the whole area, giving it an almost ethereal presence.
Katsuki already hated it.
"Katchan, you don't have to hold on so tight."
Katsuki looked down at their entwined fingers. "...I won't go through with it otherwise."
Izuku smiled and kissed his cheek. "It'll be fine," he said. "Everything will be fine."
Katsuki grunted.
"Once it's done, it's done." Izuku gave his palm a squeeze. "Then you'll never have to do it again."
Katsuki sighed. He stopped in front of one of the larger sculptures depicting All Might. He looked up at it, his fingers still tight around Izuku's hand.
"Then I just have to deal with what everyone is going to say."
Izuku rolled his eyes. "You're exaggerating." He leaned against his shoulder. "The most people will be is surprised."
Katsuki said nothing, though it was clear he was still uncertain.
"Katchan."
"I'm still going through with it."
"You better." Izuku wrapped his arm around Katsuki's lower back. "Either this, or I'm just going to kiss you in front of everyone."
Katsuki scoffed. "The fuck you will."
Izuku fixed with a stern gaze. "Don't test me, Katchan."
Katsuki clicked his tongue but didn't refute his claim. Izuku had already been so patient, beyond what should have ever been asked of him. He could go in the middle of the crowd and shout about it, and he had no right to be upset about it.
No, this was the best way to go about it. Izuku was right.
Katsuki put his arm around Izuku's shoulder and kissed the side of his head. "This way is fine," he said sincerely. "...and if you want to kiss in front of everyone..."
Izuku nuzzled under his chin. "I won't," he said. "Unless you want to." He smirked.
Katsuki nudged him. "Don't push your luck."
Izuku chuckled. He rested his head on Katsuki's shoulder, silent for a moment.
Katsuki pulled out his phone when he felt it vibrate. There was a message from Kirishima, letting him know where they were amidst asking where they were. He looked around, following the lights to where the majority of the food vendors were located. He couldn't see them through the crowd, but from the directions given, he assumed that's where they were.
"Want a snack?"
Izuku considered that for a moment. "Not really," he said. "I wouldn't say no to a drink, though."
Katsuki let go of his shoulder, but kept a hand on his arm. "I'm going to go check in with the guys real quick," he said. "I'll probably grab something to eat, too. And drink."
Izuku gave him a look, brow raised.
"I won't be more than a few moments." He kissed his cheek. "And then we can go show off."
Izuku's expression softened. "Just say you need a moment first, Katchan."
Katsuki ran a hand through his hair. "...I need a moment."
Izuku smiled, his gaze gentle. "Go ahead," he said. "Besides, they all know what we're doing." He smirked. "They won't let you out of it so easily."
Katsuki scoffed. "Whatever." He was right. If he tried to back out, Kirishima and the others would force him into it. Not to mention, Izuku's threat was still there. "I'll be back."
Katsuki parted with a short kiss and headed off toward the food vendors. He had to go through a crowd to get there. It was just a bunch of people mulling around the centre of the park, admiring various sculptures. He had to push his way past when he couldn't find other ways around.
Was this so worth it for something he could take pictures of?
As he got closer to his destination, there was a large group taking up a walk way. The people on it were all cheering and making a loud commotion. They were excited about something they were all circled around. The sound was familiar, like whenever All Might was in a crowd.
Katsuki groaned and rolled his eyes. It must be some local celebrity. How obnoxious.
He moved, trying to find another way around. It too a moment, but he was able to get around the throng of people and get back on his way. He glanced back at the crowd, having come to the spectacle they were all yammering about.
It was indeed local heroes: specifically Brute Wall and Nabang. They were greeting the crowd, smiling and waving and talking pleasantly. Well, Nabang and one of Brute Wall's sidekicks, Road Train, were talking happily. Brute Wall stood close, her arms crossed over her chest. She was responding to people, but it was clear she didn't really want to be there.
Katsuki couldn't help but empathise with her. He had always wanted the fame that came with being a top hero, but he had found over his time at the UA that it wasn't exactly the way he'd expected. Talking in front of people bothered him when he knew they would talk back. Crowds were too much sometimes, and he didn't know how to handle them when they were too close. Not to mention his worse manias made him worse with people when he wasn't in control of the situation.
He understood why another Hero would hate going into public. It was the whole reason Brute Wall's agency had seemed so appealing to him. Even when she had first reached out to him in second year, he was already looking into it. But then his relationship with Izuku had gotten so deep...
He was making the right choice. He could always find an agency: there was only one Izuku.
Katsuki turned, taking a step forward toward the vendors. He stilled when he thought he heard his name being called. The voice was unfamiliar, though, and he started again, just ignoring it.
He only got a few steps before he was stopped again by a hand on his shoulder. He flipped around, ready to get into a confrontation. He was surprised to find Brute Wall there with Road Train at her side.
"Bakugou Katsuki."
Katsuki finally turned to face them. He nodded in greeting directed at both, but he kept his attention on Brute Wall. She was an imposing figure, almost as tall as All Might and built similarly. Her long, fiery red hair was tied in a long braid with several pins and baubles in it. She wore a masculine kimono in tones of purples and whites.
Road Train was short but had the same kind of build. His black hair was short and spiked, and his dark eyes were almost tired looking. He wasn't wearing a kimono, but still looked good in his button down and blazer.
"What is it?" he asked. He tried to keep his tone even, not let any of his crassness come out, but it seemed unavoidable.
Brute Wall smirked. "I wasn't expecting to see you tonight," she started. It was an odd statement: why would she expect him at all?
"I got dragged along," Katsuki replied. It was honest in most ways.
"Well, since I have you, we could hammer out some details, eh?"
Katsuki raised a brow. "Details for what?"
"For coming to the agency."
Katsuki scoffed. "What are you talking about?" he asked, brow furrowed. "I told you, I can't join the JH. I... I have to stay near Shizuoka."
"Then you shouldn't have said you were accepting the offer," Road Train chimed in. His tone sounded upset, but Katsuki could hardly place why.
"I didn't," Katsuki said with a glare to Road Train. "The last thing I sent was a declination."
Brute Wall frowned. "The last I got from you was reconsidering." She pulled out her phone and skimmed through it quickly before handing it to Katsuki. "See? From yesterday morning." The screen was a wall of text, starting with the subject about the offer and the send from Katsuki's email address.
Katsuki began to read over the characters. It was indeed an acceptance of Brute Wall's very generous offer, but none of the words looked familiar to him. He didn't remember writing this. Where had it come from?
"I was planning on coming by the dormitories on Saturday when you were more likely to be free," she said. "Nabang and I had a few from your year we picked out and were going to talk to. But since you're here..."
"I didn't send this," Katsuki said with a harsh tone.
Brute Wall took her phone back and glanced at the screen. "This is your email address, isn't it? This was sent from you, wasn't it?"
"It is, but I didn't send that email."
"If you didn't, then who did?"
"I don't know, but—"
"Why not just take it?" Road Train interrupted. "The offer is very good, one of the better ones we've given out. There's no reason not to reconsider!"
"Hatsukawa," Brute Wall addressed him. "Calm yourself."
Road Train huffed. "He's the one being ungrateful."
"I'm not being ungrateful," Katsuki snapped. "I have my reasons."
Road Train didn't seem to care for the vague answer. Brute Wall seemed disappointed more than anything. But Katsuki didn't care. His answer wasn't going to change.
"Is there nothing that can change your mind?"
Katsuki shook his head. "No. Not anything that remotely comes to mind."
Brute Wall sighed. "Fine, fine."
Road Train didn't look convinced, but he said nothing.
"If you change your mind, though, drop me a line."
Katsuki nodded, even if he was sure nothing would change.
"Enjoy your evening, Bakugou-san," she said with a wave. "I wish you the best in your career."
Katsuki just grunted in acknowledgement. Road Train opened his mouth to say something, but Katsuki had already turned, heading back toward his original destination.
::*~~*::
Izuku wandered around the festival, enjoying the sights and sounds of the lively decorations and shows. He admired the different sculptures, inspecting the more detailed ones, appreciating the artistry that went into it. He had seen plenty of pictures from the years before, but there was something more when seeing them up close.
Along his wandering, he came to thoughts about the prefecture itself. He had been paying close attention to the area all week, something he always did, but especially in the past couple of days. Since Kaminari had slipped up and told him of the offer Katsuki had gotten, he had reconsidered his own offer from Nabang. Between his fermin and during downtime at work he had looked more into the surrounding area.
He would have to bring it up to Katsuki, which Nabang would be its own trial. Katsuki clearly didn't want him to know about it, so there was the initial anger there. Izuku also wanted to discuss it without bringing up the offer from Yuchoen. He didn't want Katsuki's decision to be based on him anymore than he knew his current on to stay in Shizuoka had been. And though Izuku was just as guilty of making a similar selfish decision, he had to take a step back here. The JH was perfect for Katsuki, and Izuku didn't want their relationship to get in the way of his career. They could withstand some distance, if it came to it. He just needed to see if Katsuki agreed. Their relationship shouldn't be in the way of their careers, but work toward them.
Izuku also wasn't looking forward to Katsuki figuring out about the email he sent. Though he had Katsuki's best intentions in mind, he knew the meddling wouldn't initially be received well. He didn't blame him there, but sometimes he wished he could skip over Katsuki's first response to things and get to what the real conversation was about. He had thankfully gotten better about it over time, but over certain things that would be seen as too personal, Katsuki couldn't control himself at first. He needed to have that first outburst before he could even think about the actual conversation happening.
It was easier to deal with on topics he knew it would come upon. And there were times that anger was even justified, and Izuku didn't mind to let him have it. He was entitled to it, after all. It would just be easier to talk to him if they could get past it quickly and into what really needed to be discussed.
None of this discussion would start off simply, but they needed to have it. He was sure it would end well, it would just take a bit to get to that part. But it would be worth it. That he was sure of.
Izuku walked back to the spot Katsuki had left him at, hoping he had returned. He frowned when he looked around and couldn't find him in the crowd. He figured he would be a while, maybe got caught up talking to his friends, but he was hoping he'd make it back soon.
Hopefully he wasn't losing his nerve.
Izuku sighed. He shouldn't have let him go alone. He could just go back to the dorms if he got too anxious, and Izuku would never even know. No, he wouldn't do that, he wouldn't leave without telling him. At the most, he'd bring it up and maybe try to get out of it for just a moment, but then stop. He would do it for Izuku, no matter what it meant for him.
Katsuki promised. That meant he would do it. No amount of overthinking on Izuku's part would convince him otherwise.
"Ah, Midoriya-san."
Izuku turned, facing who had called him. He found himself in front of the head of the Yuchoen Agency, Nabang. His eyes lit with surprise, never having expected to meet them in such a place.
"Nabang-san, good evening," he greeted with a bow. "What a pleasure to run into you."
Nabang smiled and bowed back. "I'd have to agree," they said. "Have you been enjoying the festival?"
Izuku nodded. "It's wonderful," he said. "Such talent and love went into a lot these, you can tell." His eyes went over few of the closest ones. "It's quite a sight..."
Nabang looked over the same statues. They folded their hands together in front of them and their moth-like wings fluttered a little, shaking off the falling snow. "As long as I can remember, I've always enjoyed this time of year, just for this reason." They turned to look at Izuku.
"We have a lot of things like this here," they went on. "It's a wonderful place to live."
Izuku turned to them, a sincere smile on his lips. He thought the conversation would lead this way, and he was glad for it. He actually wanted to discuss his options with them, see what could come of it. He still hoped Katsuki would take Brute Wall's offer, but it didn't mean he couldn't hear them out in the meantime.
"I'm sure it is," he said. "I'm, ah... been looking at the paces around here."
Their eyes lit up a little at the information. "So you're interested?"
Izuku nodded. "I'm definitely considering it."
Nabang hummed and tilted their head. "Only considering...?"
Izuku scratched the back of his head with a nervous chuckle. "I, ah... am still waiting for an answer from somewhere else." They didn't need to know about his current conflict in full, right? "Not to mention, I've already been accepted to an agency in Shizuoka."
"Is it that much of a better offer than mine?"
Izuku had to pause at that. It was just as good an offer as what Nabang had given him. The benefits were a bit different, but the biggest difference was the change in location. He had looked at so many offers, and one of the things that came out was that they weren't in Shizuoka or Tokyo, and there was something alluring about it. Every offer he would look at the surrounding area and learn about it, gaining an interest in everything not only the job provided but also the city.
...should Katsuki really be part of the decision?
No, of course he should be. It was a selfish thought. They should talk about options, that was true. Izuku shouldn't feel bad about the offers he got. They should be able to have discussions about this. Though it wasn't like there was some spoken embargo on the topic. They just picked their agencies, that not a real discussion just assumed, and that was it.
It was a conversation they should have. Especially now.
"It's a good offer," Izuku admitted. "And... I'm considering it actually."
Nabang's smile brightened. "Is there anything you have questions on? Something to tip the scale?"
Izuku shook his head and gave a wave, but his expression was still soft. "I... I just need to go over a few things," he said. "See if some things would... work, if I accept."
Nabang had something like understanding in their faceted eyes. They nodded and tucked their arms into the fur of their kimono. "Some things have to be arranged, I see." They hummed, their gaze moved to nothing as if something was passing by them.
"Please let me know," they said. "And if you have any... concerns, just email me. We may be able to work something out."
Izuku nodded. "I'll be in contact," he assured. "Either way, I'll let you know."
"I appreciate it." They looked around and back toward a crowd some metres off that had gathered. "I need to get back to Tsuyomi. She doesn't do well in these kinds of things."
Izuku only give a short laugh at the information. "Yeah, I know someone like that."
Nabang chuckled. They gave him a light bow, saying, "Enjoy your evening, Midoriya. I hope to hear from you soon."
Izuku bowed. "You, too, Nabang-san. I'll reach out to you soon."
Nabang smiled and made their leave, heading to the crowd. As they left, people spotted them and started to cheer. They went into the crowd with an almost sereneness Izuku wasn't expecting. What it must be like to be so famous and loved. He had seen many heroes over the years greet their fans so happily, and there was something about it be always envied.
He was excited for his turn for it.
Izuku turned to the path of another set of sculptures. It was a bit away from where Katsuki had left him but closer to the food vendors. It should still be on his way back, so they wouldn't miss each other. If nothing else, they both had their phones. He had made sure of it before they left.
With a hum, Izuku started off to look at more of the carved snow.
::*~~*::
Katsuki despised the smug look on his friends' faces. He walked past Kirishima and Kaminari with a groan and an eye roll, wanting to postpone their negging. He was sure it was inevitable, but it would be easier to deal with if he had something to eat.
"You're late, Bakugou," Kirishima called after, hot on his footsteps.
Kaminari audibly sniffed the air. "And I bet I know what kept him..."
"Shut it," Katsuki growled. They just laughed in response.
Katsuki continued down the aisle of vendors until he came to one with something he wanted. He shushed the two of them as he made his order, telling the cook to put it all in one container. He stepped aside to wait and glared back at his friends. They had started talking amongst themselves, their attention firmly on each other.
Kaminari was close to him, his arm wrapped around Kirishima's bicep. It wasn't uncommon for him to be so affectionate with any of his friends, but it was always different with the red-head.
Kirishima was an idiot.
"Where's everyone else?"
Kirishima looked around before back at Katsuki. "A lot of them are over at the pond skating. I think Hagakure and Ashido are somewhere close by. They were playing some games at the midway."
"Where's Midoriya?" Kaminari asked. "Weren't you two going--?"
"We are," Katsuki interrupted. He ran a hand through his hair. "We are, I swear." He was speaking more to himself than them.
"You okay, man?" Kirishima asked.
Katsuki shrugged. "Whatever." He turned when he heard his order being called out. He took the large paper basket of fried foods with a word of gratitude and came back to the others.
"Aww, he's getting something for his date," Kaminari said with a chuckle.
"Yeah, yeah." He headed off to a beverage vendor he had seen on his way down the aisle. He got in line, muttering, "Might as well make this whole thing worth something."
"The sculptures are nice," Kirishima said. They were still close to him, Kaminari still on his arm.
They looked... good together like that. He almost thought he should mention it, but he didn't want to deal with Kaminari's disappointment when Kirishima inevitably said something stupid.
"Katsuki-kun!"
Katsuki just barely lifted his tray of food above his head as he was bombarded with the weight of layers of clothes running into him. Hagakure gave him an odd, one armed hug before pulling away. In her other hand was her phone, an image moving on the screen and a voice coming from the device. Only a few steps behind as Ashido, grinning as she took his free arm in a similar fashion as Kaminari and Kirishima.
"We were wondering where you were," Hagakure said. Even with the little he could see of her, he could tell she was ecstatic about something. The light makeup on her face revealed her large smile and wide eyes.
"Who's that? Is it Bakugou?"
Katsuki raised a brow and looked at her hand at her mobile. She held it up as though she were taking a selfie. She got Katsuki in the camera's view, and from there, he could see clearly who was on the screen.
"Hey," Ojirou said with a wave.
Katsuki gave a hesitant wave back. "...hi."
Hagakure brought the phone back down and started some conversation with him, getting into it quickly and walking off. He watched her before turning a glance to Ashido.
"So, I guess--?"
Ashido smiled and nodded. "Yeah, everything's... it's better."
The other two looked confused at the conversation, but didn't press anything.
"You never answered my question," Kaminari quipped.
"Which one?" Katsuki was getting to the front of the line. He picked up one of the yakitori sticks, hard as it was with Ashido still on his arm, and took a bite of it.
"Where's Midoriya?"
"Yeah, where is Izuku-kun?" Ashido asked before stealing a bite off his yakitori. "Shou'd'n he be wit' you, sh'n' off?"
Katsuki pulled his food away, only to have Kirishima take a bite of it. He growled and snapped it away from him.
"He wanted to look at some of the sculptures," he said. "I was just going to get this, and then we'll... you know."
"Come out?" Kaminari offered.
"Katsuki-kun's already out," Ashido corrected. "Who would think he's straight?"
"Thank you," Katsuki said sarcastically.
The conversation paused as Katsuki got to the front of the line and made his order. He only got on drink, something large that was more what Izuku would like but he could also stand. Behind him, he heard the three talk, but ignored it as they made his drink. When it was handed to him, he thanked them and led the group away.
"Should we go get him?" Kirishima offered.
"No, I... give me just a second, I'll get him." He looked at his hands and frowned. He couldn’t get to his food like this...
"You're stretching it out," Kaminari accused.
"Shut up."
"You already wasted time getting here," Kirishima added.
"And messed up your makeup!" Ashido was looking over his face with some scrutiny.
"I bet he sweated it off."
"Ha, I bet!" Kaminari agreed. "That's what kept you, after all, wasn't it?"
"I will kill all of you," Katsuki growled.
Kirishima took the basket of food from his hand and stuck one of the takoyaki in his mouth. "Brought it on you's'lf."
Katsuki glared at him and reached for it. Kirishima held it away, and Kaminari took something from it. He growled but stilled for the moment.
They came to an eating area where a few of their classmates sat, talking together in a group. Kirishima and Kaminari headed to them, all smiled and greetings. Katsuki didn't look too thrilled about coming to the others, but he couldn't get out of Ashido's grip without making a scene of it.
Uraraka was talking to Todoroki and Iida when they came up to them. She was quick to turn and greet them, even giving a somewhat genuine one to Katsuki. The other two also acknowledged them, but Todoroki seemed to barely pay attention. He was looking over them, as if he was looking for something.
"You guys get tired of skating?" Ashido asked.
Iida answered, "It was getting a little too crowded."
"And someone was getting anxious," Uraraka said low, glancing at Todoroki.
Katsuki raised a brow as he turned away, something like a blush on his cheeks.
"Do you know where Izuku is, Bakugou?" Uraraka asked him. "Kirishima mentioned he was coming with you."
"He already did," Kaminari said under his breath, getting a snicker from Kirishima and Ashido.
Katsuki shot them a look. The others looked confused. He cleared his throat and said, "He wanted to see the sculptures in the northern part of the park."
Uraraka smiled wide. "Oh, good. I was worried he decided not to come or something silly like that."
"No, he was just waiting on Bakugou's slow ass," Kirishima said.
"Didn't want to come alone, right?" Ashido added.
Katsuki glared at them. He noticed at some point during the short exchange, Todoroki slipped away. Good riddance, he thought.
"Want some?" Kaminari offered the basket of food to Uraraka and Iida.
They both said a word of gratitude and took some of the fried foods.
"Are you fucking serious?"
"Running out of excuses, Bakugou," Kirishima teased.
"Excused for what?" Iida asked, his eyes moving between them all.
"Nothing," Katsuki growled. He finally got his arm from Ashido and snatched his food back from Kaminari.
"Might as well, right?" Kaminari mentioned. He took one last stick of yakitori before leaving Kirishima's side to sit down on the table Uraraka and Iida sat at. "No point in keeping it secret anymore."
"...not without Deku," Katsuki said quietly, not looking at any of them.
"What are you guys talking about?"
Katsuki shot a glance at them, staring daggers and willing their silence. So much of this had been beyond his control. The only person he had told was Hagakure, and that was because he felt almost guilty that point he hadn't. This whole night was about control over how they came out. Izuku had even given him this moment away to get ready. It was in his control.
He just wanted to keep it that way.
"Hey, everyone!" Hagakure chirped to the group as she approached them. She was putting her phone into her purse, giving her undivided attention to them all. "What's going on?"
"Bakugou was about to tell us some secret," Uraraka said. She scooted over an let her sit next to her on the bench.
"Oh? What secret?" she asked, though her tone gave her away.
"Oh, you know..." Kirishima led on.
"Quit it," Katsuki snapped. "At least let me get Deku first."
Iida raised a brow. "What do you need him for?"
Katsuki snapped his jaw shut. Thankfully, the others did the same, finally waiting on him to speak.
"Look, it's just... I need to grab him, okay? Just..." Katsuki shook his head. He handed the basket back to Kirishima and turned to leave.
"Ah, Bakugou! Wait a second!"
Katsuki turned, glaring at Uraraka. "What is it?"
Uraraka hesitated. She scratched at her cheek almost nervously. "Um, well.. you just hold up a second."
Everyone was looking at her, their expressions questioning.
"Why?" Ashido asked.
"Well, see... he just needs some time..."
Katsuki blinked. "Who needs time for what?"
"Are you talking about Todoroki?" Hagakure asked.
Katsuki's brow only knitted more. "What about half and half?"
Uraraka looked taken aback by his tone. "He needed to talk to Deku."
"Oh, no, not about--?"
Uraraka looked at her, surprised. "How did you know?"
"Izuku-kun was worried about it..."
"Worried about what?" Kirishima spoke up. He moved closer to Katsuki and put a hand on his shoulder.
"It's not that bad," Uraraka said. "I think it'll go well."
"No, Ochako-chan, I don't think it—"
"What the fuck is going to go well?"
Uraraka gave him a stern look. "It's not really your business."
"I'm pretty sure it is."
Kirishima squeezed his shoulder. "Dude, you're getting a little—"
Katsuki shrugged him off. He took a step away from the group. "That fucking..."
"Maybe you should let Midoriya handle it," Kirishima suggested.
"Yes, you should," Uraraka interjected. "Todoroki had been trying to get him along for a while and—"
"For what?"
"Oh, that was the wrong choice of words," Kaminari mentioned softly.
Uraraka's eyes were wide at the tone of his voice. "He was just—"
"Go after him like a piece of meat?"
"Katsuki-kun, calm down," Ashido touched his arm, but he swatted it away.
He shot her a dirty look. "Let someone else act like it's open fucking season on him?"
"Seriously, man, you know it's not—"
Katsuki broke away from his friends. He said nothing other than growl as he turned from the group and disappeared back into the crowd, Kirishima calling after him.
::*~~*::
Izuku started his way toward the food vendors when time had started to crawl on too long. He had planned to give Katsuki the moment he clearly needed, but that moment was long past due. He was getting worried that he would pull back on his promise, and he just couldn't let that happen.
It was time everyone knew the truth. That, and he just wanted a date with his boyfriend where they could finally act like boyfriends around more than just Katsuki's friends.
He was passing a Mount Lady sculpture when his phone chirped at him. He pulled it out of his sleeve and swiped at the notification.
Where are you?
He raised a brow at the abrupt message. Shouldn't he be asking that of Katsuki? He was the one taking forever to get back to him. Getting food shouldn't have taken so long and he posed his fingers over the screen, ready to tell him so and that he was on his way to him.
"Izuku?"
Izuku looked up, hovering over the barely started message to turn his gaze to Todoroki. He smiled at his friend, lowering his phone after a hastily written response where he was stalled. (The weeping willow next to the bridge, though his text only barely resembled that answer.)
"Shouto." Izuku put his phone away and turned his focus completely on him. He gave him a soft, friendly smile. "Has the evening been good?"
Shouto returned the smile and nodded. "It's been rather enjoyable. Did you just get here?"
"Oh, no, I've been here for... an hour, I think?"
Shouto gave small 'oh.' "Have you been--?" He hesitated, as if he was considering his words.
Izuku tilted his head, but he didn't continue right away. "I guess I got caught up looking at all the sculptures."
Should he mention Katsuki? He almost felt he should, but they promised to come out together. But they were supposed to by now... If it came out, he was sure Katsuki would be okay with it.
Shouto's smile spread a little. "They are something."
Izuku relaxed a little, thankful he didn't press further. "They are!" His excitement was coming back as he looked about at all of them. "I mean, I saw pictures, but looking up close, there's such incredible detail." He glanced back at Shouto. "Isn't it awesome?"
Shouto nodded. "It really is." He put his arms in the sleeves of his kimono as a wind came by.
Izuku shivered and he wondered where Katsuki was.
"Do you know where everyone else is?" Izuku asked. "I wanted to—"
"Izuku, I..." Shouto stepped forward, closing the small distance between them. "Give me a moment? I wanted to talk to you about something."
Izuku took a step back. He tried to keep a pleasant smile to his features, but he couldn't help but fret about where the conversation was going.
No, no, no, don't bring it up, please, please... I don't want to do this...
"Shouto, I really don't think—"
He quieted when Shouto's hands were suddenly on his. His cheeks were flushed, his left hand was too hot and his right hand was too cold. His eyes were stuck on Izuku's and they were so serious.
No, no, no, stop, stop, stop.
"I know we haven't talked about it in a while," Shouto started. "But it's almost graduation, and I just can't... I can't let us part ways without fully discussing it."
Izuku found himself frozen. He was always able to get out of this topic since Shouto only hinted at wanting to talk about it and not actually saying anything. But he was being so forward, leaving no room for him to wiggle out of the conversation without directly engaging in it. He was caught off guard and Shouto was taking advantage of it.
"Izuku, I still... I know we tried, but it really wasn't for that long." Shouto scratched the back of his hands. "And I still, you know... I still like you. I get that before, before we were still getting to know each other, and there was so much going on in the first year..."
Just let him get it out, Izuku thought. You've been avoiding it so long, it's time to just let him have it. He's going on too much now to be cruel.
"...and we could make it work," Shouto went on. Izuku hadn't paid attention for a moment, and he wasn't sure what he missed.
He just knew Shouto was leaning in more.
"I'm not going to be in Tokyo," Izuku said without thinking, as if it would deflect his words.
"But you're staying in Shizuoka, right? That's not far. It wouldn't be that hard to keep up."
Difficult if I go to Sapporo, with or without Katchan.
"This isn't... Shouto, really, this won't—"
Izuku's eyes widened as Shouto made the space between them to press his lips against his. He squeaked against him, his mind spiralling. This was the first time they had kissed, even during their small time together, and it was nothing he wanted anymore.
He had then, but things were far different now.
Izuku was surprised when he wasn't the first to pull away. Shouto was just as quickly away as he was there. He was about to say something, about to correct him, when Shouto was turned around. Before he could say anything, even really think anything, there was a sound of flesh on flesh and Shouto was stumbling back to be caught by Izuku.
The kiss to the sound to Shouto in his arms all happened within a space of just a few seconds. So focused on Shouto, it wasn't instant for Izuku to catch what was going on.
It was the sight of Katsuki pulling his arm back that it connected in his mind what had happened.
"Katchan!" Izuku exclaimed. He helped Shouto straighten up and get his balance back. "Are you okay?" His attention was on Shouto again, looking over his face. He could tell where Katsuki had hit by the red around his non scarred eye.
"Yes, I'm fine, just—"
"What the fuck were you doing, half and half!?"
Shouto shot him a glare. He had removed himself completely from Izuku to face Katsuki. He did not take any offensive action, but his body was tense, ready to defend if he was attacked again.
"I could ask the same of you," he quipped back.
Katsuki's face was red and he was glaring daggers at him. "Stay away from him."
"I think he can make that decision for himself."
"Don't fucking start with me," Katsuki growled, taking a step forward. "I'm sick of you assholes trying to take advantage of—"
"Katchan, it's not like that." Izuku had moved, stepping between the two. He put a hand on Katsuki's chest and pushed him further from Shouto. "He wouldn't... this has nothing to do with that."
This only seemed to aggravate him more.
"Then what is it like?"
"This is between Izuku and me," Shouto asserted.
Katsuki clicked his tongue. "The fuck it—"
"Katchan is my boyfriend," Izuku said bluntly. "So it does concern him."
Shouto looked shocked by the response. Katsuki smirked at the reaction, but it was clear he was still enraged.
"I'm sorry, Shouto," Izuku said with sincerity. "I... should have told you, I know, but..." He glanced to Katsuki.
"How...? But when?"
"Does it fucking matter?"
"Katchan," Izuku chided him. "Shouto, please... we'll talk about this later, okay? I promise, I'll explain everything."
"Izuku..." Something sullen came over Shouto's expression. "Can't we just--?"
"Later." Izuku took Katsuki's hand. "I promise, later." Izuku started to drag him away. "We need to talk."
Katsuki's eyes didn't leave Shouto's face until they were well and away from him. Izuku pulled him through the crowds until they found a secluded spot off the main path and among a few trees.
"Deku, let—"
"What the hell were you thinking!?" Izuku turned to him, his hand falling from his as he pinned him with a livid expression.
Katsuki was initially taken aback by his reaction. He then got his bearings back so he could say, "What are you talking about? He was fucking kissing you!"
"One kiss, one, that I didn't even have time to react to!" Izuku crossed his arms over his chest. "It's not like I wanted it or anything."
"He sure thought you did," Katsuki retorted. "You didn't really stop him from getting the idea he should."
"Oh, fuck you," Izuku said bitterly. "I wasn't expecting him to. And if I hadn't been hiding us, he would have already known! It wouldn't have even come up!"
"Everyone else you could shrug off without saying anything, why is that bastard different?"
"No, I told all of them when they hit on me either about you or at least that I'm taken," Izuku was quick to correct. "And Shouto was different. Shouto wasn't hitting on me because— this has nothing to do with my fermin."
"Of course it does," Katsuki said. "He's been after you for years, and the fermin just—"
"We dated before," Izuku interrupted.
Katsuki fell quiet and his eyes were hard on Izuku. "What?"
"I mean... we went on dates is a better way to put it," Izuku said. "But we were... something like together for a few months during first year." He quickly added, "Before you and I..."
"Why the fuck didn't you tell me?"
"You already don't like him, why add fuel to the fire?"
Izuku could almost hear Katsuki's jaw clench tight.
"I deserved to know."
"Did you?" Izuku's brow furrowed. "Just so you could have another thing to be overly involved in?"
"What are you--?"
"You thought this was just about the fermin, right?" Izuku moved his hands to his sides, his fists balled. "So what were you going to do, swoop in and protect me?"
"Deku—"
"Even if that were true, I can take care of myself!" Izuku's voice rose. "It isn't that bad! So what if people are attracted to me!? They get what 'no' means!"
"Not everyone," Katsuki snapped. "And not everyone can help themselves, especially around yours. And if you listened to anyone, you would know that!"
"Oh, come on." Izuku rolled his eyes. "You're just blowing what everyone has said out of proportion. I doubt anyone has had the problems you're trying to put on them."
"Do you not remember the other night? Where I chased you across town?"
Izuku huffed. Katsuki had told him that he couldn't control it, couldn't help having to 'hunt' him down. But he let himself get that bad. He knew he could with Izuku; that they could be together without inhibition.
Izuku had seen no problem with it. Why couldn't Katsuki let it go?
"That was no big deal. It was fun."
Katsuki let out an angered sigh, and he threw up his hands. "What do I have to say to get through that thick skull of yours!?"
"There is nothing to get other than you don't trust me!"
A silence fell between them, Katsuki's eyes wide and Izuku's brow furrowed.
"You... you don't really think that." Katsuki took a step forward, reaching out for him. "Deku, that... do you really think I don't trust you?"
Izuku stepped back, keeping out of reach. "Isn't that what this is about? You don't think I can help myself during the fermin. You think I'm going to slip up."
"Listen, if you talk to—"
"Isn't that why you pre-emptively forgave me?"
"That..." Katsuki almost seemed to shrink at the accusation. "There's a reason for that."
"So you can think about and justify being so involved?"
"Deku, fuck, just let me—"
Izuku didn't care to hear it. Not now. He was seething. Katsuki meant well, he knew, but punching Shouto was not part of that, it was part of a possessiveness he wasn't entitled to. That wasn't what they agreed to when they said they belonged to each other.
"No, you listen to me, Bakugou."
Izuku ignored how he visibly flinched at the use of his surname.
"I'm not some fragile thing like I was in middle school." His voice was harsh as he spoke. "I don't need protection from anyone. No fermin, no exes, and not from you. I can defend myself. If I don't want it, it won't happen.
"And if you can't understand that, meet me somewhere with it..." Izuku shook his head. He didn't think that but maybe he should start.
"Deku..." There was something desperate in his tone. He made another movement to him.
"Give... give me a moment." Izuku stepped away. He was pulling his phone from his sleeve. "Please... we both should calm down. We need..." He took in a deep breath.
Katsuki kept his eyes on Izuku, his expression almost lost.
"A moment," he reasserted. "We need a moment... Katchan."
Katsuki breathed a small sigh at the return of the nickname.
"...okay, Deku."
Izuku was thankful for his agreement.
"I... I'm going to go find Uraraka," Izuku said softly. "I..." He shook his head. "Later."
Katsuki said nothing, but Izuku could feel his eyes as he walked off, leaving him alone among the snowfall.
2 notes
·
View notes