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axther · 4 years

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black tie occasion (and other little things that make you fall in love)

prompt: slow dancing

bakugou katsuki x reader

rule number one of proms: there’s always a balcony

Dedicated to @heroinepose - finally, a good bakugou fic

Thanks to @add-a-teaspoon-of-heroism for giving the idea of a suit. Nish, your mind-

Thank you to @samanthaa-leanne for beta’ing for me!!

Bakugou Katsuki wasn’t much of a smiler, YN had concluded.

Sure, he smiled, but it was more the kind of smile that brought a chill into your bones, especially if you were at the receiving end of it. There were smiles that he had around his friends, but they were still guarded, still angry.

YN had made it her goal to see Bakugou smile, for real.

Truthfully speaking, she hadn’t known Bakugou for very long. She entered Class 1-B and saw him in intermediate periods. He was growly and big and angry, and yet, YN found him endearing. It went without saying that most of her class was confused, but YN let them stay confused. She went with what her heart said, and her heart said that the bundle of rage was more than he let on.

“A prom? What the hell?”

Speak of the devil.

YN paused mid-step from the lunchroom to glance over at the spiky blonde. Surrounding him was his posse, all powerful quirk users in their own rights. The red-haired one, Kirishima, patted Bakugou on the back.

“Wow! A real prom!” She giggled, linking arms with Mina.

“Don’t sweat it, bro! We can get some cute dates, have a nice night, and get some good food!”

“Aren’t proms an American thing…?” Sero murmured. “Why now?”

“I know!” Seemingly out of nowhere, Midoriya Izuku popped up with a nervous grin. His own group of friends were close by, and Ochako skipped to the info board with a smile.

“It’s to create a sense of unity. It’s for all the classes in the first year, and since there’s such a rivalry between the classes, Principal Nezu wanted everyone to have an evening together!” Midoriya listed it off like he was a dictionary, and YN titled her head.

“Something the matter?”

Shinsou’s voice came directly behind YN and she jumped with a squeak. Several heads turned (though not Bakugou’s notably) at her cry, and Shinsou chuckled.

“You looking at the board?” He hummed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. The strap of her bag was jostled. “Or at Bakugou?”

“None of the above,” YN huffed, turning away. “I was looking at the expanse between time and space.”

“What the hell?” His nose scrunched up a little, watching her walk away with sass. He shook his head before glancing over at Bakugou, who was absorbed in berating Kaminari over something. His eyes flicked from him to YN, who was nearly skipping down the hall. Shinsou placed his hands in his pockets.

“Huh.”

The next month has filled with a buzz, between students asking each other out and someone actually asking Midnight if she could be their date. It was a month of pure giddiness.

Except for YN.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get the courage to ask Bakugou to the dance. She knew several other people had asked him and he had turned all of them down, spitting insults the entire way. With every rejection, fear crawled into her heart.

“Where’s all that lion-heart gusto?” Shinso told her on the Monday before the prom. “Weren’t you raring to go?”

“Oh, you hush.” YN sat at her usual lunch table, watching the rabid blonde growl and bark at his friends about something.

“Personally, I’m kinda glad.”

YN sat upright almost immediately, fury on her face. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Shinsou laid back with his arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. He hummed. “I wanted to ask you. You’re my only girl friend, after all.”

YN’s brow went from furrowed to upturned, eyes wide and cheeks pink.

“Shinsou, you bastard. I thought you were saying that Bakugou and I weren’t a good fit!”

“You aren’t. He’s prideful. You’re calm.”

“Those two aren’t opposites!”

From across the room, Bakugou stopped yelling at Denki and watched YN playfully smack Shinsou’s shoulder. His eyes narrowed.

“Bro…” Kirishima whispered. “She isn’t gonna make the first move.”

“Shut the fuck up!” He barked, looking as though the whites of his eyes had dominated his entire demeanour.

“Ha!” Mina tittered. She leaned back with a wide smile. “The mighty Katsuki Bakugou, whipped like a little bitch.”

“I am not a little bitch!”

In the days leading up to the prom, YN was nervous.

She didn’t think she should’ve, considering she nailed a date with Shinsou (or, rather, he nailed a date with her) so all she had to do was get an outfit ready.

Unfortunately, her classmates weren’t much help.

She walked over a bit timidly, peeking past YN’s shoulder. “O-Oh!” She gasped. “It’s very pretty…!”

“Wear something sexy!” Setsuna cheered, holding up a short purple dress. “You’d look fine as hell in this!”

“No…” Ibara frowned, placing her hands together. “She must wear something modest that respects the Lord.”

“Wait!” Kendo gasped, holding two dresses that had already been rejected. “YN! What do you want to wear?”

“I dunno…” YN murmured, picking up the skirt a white dress that had apple accents on them. “Pony, you might like this one.”

YN pulled it off the rack and handed it to Pony, pointing to the changing room with a grin. “Go, and we see if you like it!”

“Mm!” She nodded. There was something unspoken about it, but Yui looked as though she wanted YN’s thoughts.

She trotted off happily and Yui walked up. She was holding a mid-length black dress.

“Do you like this one, Yui?” YN tilted her head.

“I think you’d look cute! Here, I’ll help the other girls pick something out, and we can have a mini runway show.”

“MM!” Yui smiled and skipped away. YN began picking at dresses to give to the others, walking from the rack when something in the clearance aisle caught her eye.

“Huh?”

“Yeah!” Kendo pulled off a crisp shirt that vaguely reminded YN of a mobster. “Why?”

She picked out a suit jacket, noting the orange hints with the pocket and cuff. She tilted her head and hummed.

“Oy!” She turned, looking at Kendo. “Do they have dress shirts over there?”

YN shrugged, hiding the jacket underneath some of the dresses. She walked over to Kendo and handed off a sporty blue dress, smiling. “Can you put the shirt on top?”

Kendo obliged, walking into a changing room. More dresses were passed around with the girls until everyone had something. Sassy compliments were thrown around (except for when Ibara dragged Setsuna for wearing something that clung to her).

YN sighed happily, running a thumb over the orange fabric. It reminded her of Bakugou, and she felt terrible for putting a guy she wasn’t even going with over matching with Shinsou, but…

She blushed, smiling.

“You look happy,” Komori leaned over YN’s shoulder. “Did you find something you like?”

“Yeah.” YN held up the suit jacket. “This. I don’t know if they have pants here, but I can make it work.”

YN paused in the changing room, still holding the shirt, pants, and jacket to her chest. She looked down and bit her lip a bit. She was going with Shinsou, and though she never even asked Bakugou, there was still a part of her that was convinced that she had a chance with Bakugou.

“Ooh!” Setsuna jumped a bit and ran off, leaving YN and Komori in the dust. Both looked confused until Setsuna ran back with loose black slacks. “Here! Try this!”

“It’s modest.” Ibara murmured. “And you would look good.” Even Pony stepped out and cheered YN on about the suit. Setsuna gently pushed YN into the changing room with a grin.

“Go on, girl! Work it!”

“Are you okay?” Komori’s voice leaked from the other side of the door. YN jumped a bit.

“Uh, yeah!” YN changed as fast as she could, tripping over herself in an effort to get into the pants. “Just a second.”

“Hot damn.” Setsuna whispered, eyeing YN up and down. “You look good.”

Once she adjusted the pants, she opened the door and stepped out, albeit ungracefully. The girls stopped talking immediately, staring. YN felt an embarrassed flush crawl under her skin.

“Hey, uh, I’ll pick something different out, gimmie a second-”

“Yeah!” Kendo cheered. “It really suits you!”

“Was that a pun?” YN gave Kendo a look.

“Get it!” Komori grinned. “Bakugou’ll drop dead!”

There were collective laughs and YN flushed.

“Ay!” YN rushed forward to mock-wack Setsuna and they took off across the store. Kendo watched them with a laugh as YN easily outran Setsuna, thanks to the pants.

“But I’m not-!”

“And?” Setsuna shrugged. “You’ll still see him.”

“Stop running.” Ibara frowned.

“Get over here!” Kendo took off after YN, and YN watched her go after Setsuna. She paused and panted a bit, grinning.

This weekend was going to be good.

At five-thirty on Saturday, YN stood next to Shinsou, standing outside the U.A. hall. There were scattered blue and yellow balloons on the ground from an arch over the door. Lights lit up the path to the door in an attempt to set a mood, but it seemed tackier than anything. There were flower petals, too, and YN wondered if maybe one of the more sentimental teachers was hoping to make it romantic. Other students lingered, too, talking quietly.

“Should we go in?” YN turned to Shinsou, wearing the white corsage he gave her in her pocket. He, too, wore a suit and had his corsage in the same style, but he was shorter than her and had to look up.

“Sure.” He shrugged. He didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands but settled for shoving them in his pockets. Part of YN felt guilty for the awkwardness, but accepted it and wrapped her arm over his shoulder.

“Then let’s go.” They walked down the path and she opened the doors, letting Shinsou go before her. The entire hall was dimly lit, with more blue and yellow balloons than necessary and a DJ at the back of the room, but YN supposed that it was some of the teachers just getting too excited with the idea of prom.

She saw Kendo wrangling Monoma by the punch bowl and Midoriya Izuku talking with Todoroki Shoto. They both nodded in Shinsou’s direction, and he nodded back, but turned to you.

“Alright. Where is he?”

“Huh?” YN stared at Shinsou dumbly. “What are you talking about?”

“Bakugou.” Shinsou looked both unamused and ready to laugh. “Do you see him?”

YN flushed and looked around. He was nowhere to be found just from glancing alone, and YN shrugged.

“I don’t see him. He might not have come.” A part of YN hoped he did, even if it was just to see him in a suit. She continued looking.

“Hm.” Shinsou huffed. “Fine then. Guess I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”

Before YN could ask what he meant, Shinsou disappeared into the crowd around them. YN could’ve sworn she saw a pair of pink arms pulling purple away, but before she could check, she got swept into the tide of newly arriving students. It was like swimming upstream, and she decided to just let herself be carried away.

Sorry, Shinsou, but I’ve got a plan.

She ended up shifting towards a more open area, facing out towards the main road and seeing several sappy teenagers make out with one another.

And there, at the edge of the balcony sat Bakugou Katsuki. The man of YN’s hour, if you will. She stared at him timidly, for a moment, before tilting her head.

Bakugou Katsuki swore up and down that he hated parties.

He went to bed strictly by nine, avoided alcohol if he could help it, and stayed away from questionable crowds.

So, why the fuck was he tipsy at eleven at night while Caramelldansen blasted over the speakers?

The answer was that Mina had dragged him to the school’s prom. He didn’t want to go, not after the mess that was him chickening out on asking YN. But the acid-user donned him in a suit with hints of orange and walked he through the doors. But around the time that they started playing Lil Jon’s Get Low, drink after drink was offered to the oh-so-famous winner of the sports festival and that one kid that got kidnapped, right?, and Bakugou accepted one, if only to get the crowd to shut up and leave him alone. But the drink was vaguely sweet, with hints of pink lemonade, and when he was offered another he was less adamant in rejecting them. He didn’t even know who even snuck in the drinks; just that they long left him for better horizons and consenting partners.

If Bakugou was being honest, then he didn’t like being tipsy. He wasn’t drunk enough to enjoy the feeling or do anything out of his comfort zone, but just inebriated enough that his balance was off, his sight felt a little bit weird, and it felt like everyone was talking about All Might.

He couldn’t tell if the lights were red or brown anymore, and he’d lost sight of Mina, when he heard someone gossip.

“I heard that the Bakugou dude...he’s why All Might retired, and he doesn’t even have a good attitude.”

It probably wasn’t meant for him to hear, or even exactly what he heard, but it felt like it was whispered directly into his ear. Shame flooded through Bakugou, and he felt every set of eyes in the room fall on him. His breath caught in his throat, and the lights blurred, and he waded through the sea of people, hoping to get just a second’s reprieve. He never thought he deserved it, but he still pursued it. Maybe that was how one could explain Bakugou; searching for what he never felt he deserved.

He stumbled onto a balcony, nearly shoving over two teenagers that were making out before clutching the balcony rail. The world spun, despite just how little alcohol he had, and he felt as though it was all closing in.

“Water?”

“Water?” She repeated again. “You look like you need it.”

Bakugou’s eyes snapped open, and he shot the nastiest glare he could muster at who spoke. It fell almost immediately when he realised who it was.

YN stood there with kind e/c eyes and eyeliner that could cut him. She had a red solo cup in her hand. She held it out to him but kept her distance like he was a feral dog.

Bakugou said nothing but turned all the way, choosing to remain cautious. Despite the bitter bile in the back of his throat, he hesitated.

“Why?” He croaked out and hated just how torn his voice sounded.

“Because you’ve been drinking” She extended the cup to him a bit more with a guarded smile. “And, you look like you need someone to listen.”

Bakugou’s face flushed angrily and a white-hot rage rushed through him.

“I don’t need a fucking therapist! Get out of my fucking face with that shit!” He snatched the cup out of her hand and she didn’t so much as flinch.

“You were crying.” Her smile fell, and if Bakugou wasn’t tipsy and angry, then he would have sworn that concern flashed through her eyes. Bakugou took a quick but hefty gulp of the water, feeling it go down his throat with subdued satisfaction before rearing back to yell at her more. Before he could, though, she raised her hand to his cheek. Her fingers were deathly cold, like what a corpse might feel like, but they were gone before he could complain about it. She held her fingers up to the swirling lights, and every time a strobe hit her hand, Bakugou could see the glistening of something wet on her fingers. Her eyes held something like pity, but it wasn't pity for him. It was just indomitable sadness.

She turned and began leaving as Bakugou stood there in shock. He didn’t feel himself crying or the typical runny nose, just the cold and sudden terror of loneliness. It carved him out like a pumpkin, and before he realised that he was moving, he had grabbed YN’s wrist. She glanced back in surprise, but it faded into a gentle look that, had it been any other person, would have made them melt. Bakugou stared between her wrist and her face, glancing up and down and back again in confusion before ripping his hand away. He held it like it had been burned, with a flushed face and blank confusion.

“Sorry,” He grumbled, letting his hand hang down again. YN didn’t leave but she was still turned. Bakugou could only stare as the lights backlit her, like a bomb, and there was a glint in her eyes that was neither pity nor judgement, but indomitable sadness. There was an oozing silence, until she tilted her head. For just a moment, he felt like he was being dissected by her eyes, scrutinised like roadkill, before the sadness returned.

“And they fuckin’ say it’s not my fault, but All Might would’ve never had to retire if I had just been strong enough!”

“Wanna talk?”

Somehow, be it the little alcohol in his system or the fact that YN just seemed so warm, he had begun spilling all his fears and burdens to her. She never spoke, besides the occasional hum of confirmation, but occasionally rubbed his back when he choked up. She would whip out tissues sometimes, but overall, she listened perfectly.

“I know that just being told that it isn’t your fault doesn’t help.” The girl murmured, staring through the short pillars of the balcony, taking a deep breath before continuing. “But I think it was a good thing that All Might retired.”

Bakugou felt his heart leap into his throat with rage, but before he could rip her apart, she side-eyed him and took another sigh.

“Don’t get me wrong. He did great work. But...he was in pain the entire time. Could you imagine the toll? Physically and mentally? That the world was on your shoulders, and you were slowly dying, but you weren’t able to just...stop.” She sighed for a third time, and for a moment, Bakugou wondered if she knew exactly what All Might felt like, with the stars in her eyes and sorrow on her shoulders. “His retirement would have happened eventually. You spared him months, maybe even years, of pain and torment. He went out, and nobody can ask him to come back, and now he can kick back and let someone else take over. And I think he deserves it. To be able to finally rest.”

Bakugou stared for what felt like the upteenth time that night, before feeling something else tense in his heart. It was like a knot had been wrapped around it, unbreakable and tight. But with only a minute, a girl that he only ever watched from a distance, at a party he never meant to attend, had undone it completely. It snapped, and if he thought about it enough, he could almost feel the cord hitting his ribcage and coming to rest on his kidney.

YN gave a teasing grin on his subdued, awestruck look, and hummed. She rose with a groan, stretching her arms in front of her with a yawn.

“There you have it. That’s just my opinion, anyway. You don’t have to take it.” Someone called out, and Bakugou couldn’t quite hear it, but YN turned. She waved, and then looked back at Bakugou. “Take care of yourself. Don’t let them get to you.”

She turned to leave, and she felt like this incomprehensible force that made everyone else move like the tide, or the Red Sea. Softer, kinder music leaked through from the dance floor, and he shot up.

“W-Wait!”

It was a demand and a question all wrapped in one and YN snorted, nodding.

YN stopped and turned with a tilt of her head. “Yeah?”

“Fucking-!” He was choking on his words, trying to literally grasp them from the air. “Fuckng dance with me!”

“Sure.”

She walked back to them and some of the other students left the balcony, abandoning them. Bakugou’s hands felt sweaty and he wiped them on his pants, heart pounding in his ears.

“D-D’ya know how to waltz?!” He barked, eyes flickering from nervousness.

“Yeah.” YN nodded. “I can lead.”

And she did, spinning Bakugou around under the stars in a moment that felt untouchable. Bakugou looked at her, and she looked at him, and at once, he felt at ease. Everything melted off of him for five minutes and fifty-two seconds, with her hands on his hip and holding him just tight enough that he knew she was real. The stars glittered in her eyes, and the breeze was warm and cool and perfect.

“I love you,” He whispered with wide eyes. She didn’t so much as flinch, pulling down into an Eskimo kiss.

“I love you, too.”

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datninjalyfe · 4 years

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Stay, Part 1: Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Hotter of the Two

“Damn, who pissed in your cocopuffs this morning?” Yoyo asked as Katsuki approached him.

Yoyo had texted Katsuki in the middle of his fight with Todoroki since classes were cancelled. The shopping date that was promised to Yoyo weeks ago had been pushed back so many times and Yoyo had sent the text that read: I swear to the almighty goddess of bitchiness herself, you don’t want to know the consequences if we have to postpone one more time….you better be on your way!

Katsuki left the fight with Todoroki. Right after the fucking bastard had confessed his feelings. Does Deku know? Katsuki felt like he already knew the answer to that. Izuku told him one month—but that month ended tomorrow.

As Katsuki got closer to Yoyo, he could hear Yoyo counting something in his backpack very loudly. “One, two, three—fuck, I messed up. One, two, three, four—where’s the blue one?!” He pulled out a small blue clutch and stuck it back into the sack, rummaging through his backpack once more. “FUCKING ONE, FUCKING TWO—,”

“You said before that there was someone else who was gay.” Katsuki interrupted him. “That there was another second year who was closeted.”

Yoyo stopped and looked over at him. “Yeah, and?”

“It was Todoroki, wasn’t it?” For Katsuki, it wasn’t so much a question as it was a direct statement.

Yoyo’s white hair tousled in the breeze. Ignoring Katsuki’s question, he just said, “Fuck, you made me lose count.” He was quiet as he just stared into his backpack. “You want to do this or not?”

Katsuki tapped his foot. “He just told me he loves Deku.” No, Deku is mine! His chest pumped heat through his arms, into his hands. The pressure of the heat hurt his wrists to try and stop it, so he just let out a large blast. “Fuck!” he pointed his hands away from him and Yoyo, releasing the heat from his palm. Yoyo was suddenly up and in his hand placed a tiny doll. “What the fuck is that?!” Yoyo’s eyes flashed a purple color and Katsuki’s whole body went so cold, he shivered. His quirk stopped and held the heat in his wrists. “Ow, that’s really fucking hot, dammit!” Yoyo’s eyes flashed again and the heat spilled out of his hands, igniting his sweat in smaller pops.

“Sorry, I just didn’t want you to cause a scene.” Yoyo said, taking his doll back and closing his eyes.

“That—was your quirk?” Katsuki asked. Yoyo nodded, biting his tongue and closing one eye.

“I worked on that particular move for a year when I first got here. Was a bitch to master, but once I got it, I got it, if you know what I’m saying.” Yoyo flicked his hair back before quietly saying, “Yeah, it was Shoto. He told me there was someone he liked and then something about his father wouldn’t accept him. I don’t know, it was just really heartbreaking that he remained in the closet. Which is why I’m so proud of you for coming out!”

“I didn’t though, I was outed, asshole, in case you needed reminding. Were you two were a thing?”

He scoffed. “Yeah, if you can even call it that much. But it’s interesting that my old play toy likes your current play toy, no?” He laughed, his white teeth shining against his dark skin. Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Oh, right, I forgot, you’re really his play toy! Maybe we should elope! Show ‘em what’s what!”

Katsuki chuckled. “You’d like that too much.”

Yoyo zipped up his backpack and threw it over his shoulder, wrapping an arm around Katsuki’s shoulders. They started walking. “It would be the best day of your life.”

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That evening, the majority of the class hung out in the common room, all huddled around a TV, watching Kirishima play an online first-person shooter. The room was filled with loud shouts of, “No, behind you!” “Over there!” “Throw the grenade!” “Damn, yeah, get it, boyyyyyy!” Katsuki had taken a picture with his phone and posted it, using the hashtag for the video game they were playing. Izuku was the first to like it, which made Katsuki smile.

“I got him! I got him!” Kirishima yelled, frantically hitting buttons on the controller. He didn’t. He was hit with a sniper from another area entirely. Everyone sighed loudly and Kirishima passed the controller to Sero.

“Right then, this is how a real man dominates!” Sero said, taking the controller, but then yelled out, “Who the fuck plays inverted?!”

“My Dad plays inverted. It’s how I was raised!” Kirishima yelled back. Katsuki intently watched the TV, looking between that and Izuku who sat on the other side of the couch, Iida sitting in between the two of them. Occasionally, the two would look at each other, Katsuki would give him a wink and Izuku would smile, his freckles getting darker from his face turning pink.

“Bakugou, eyes forward!” Iida told him, catching him staring at Izuku.

“My eyes were forward!” Katsuki yelled.

“So.” Kirishima said, sitting down in between Katsuki and Iida, making the couch cramped. “Since you’re gay, how hot am I exactly?”

“Yeah, Bakugou, who’s hotter, me or Kirishima?” Kaminari asked playfully.

Katsuki looked over at Kirishima, pushing his head away. “I’m not gay, assholes. If you’re going to give me a label, you could at least get it right. And neither of you, you losers are ugly as hell.” he responded.

“I definitely think I’m hotter than you.” Kirishima said, pointing at his head. “My hair is red.”

“Yeah because you dye it, dumbass. Look at your hands, it looks like you killed someone!” Kaminari told him. His hair had changed color a few nights ago, but didn’t use the gloves and his hands were covered in red hair dye that had just begun to fade. Kaminari continued, “Midoriya, who’s hotter, me or Kirishima?”

Izuku’s face turned bright red. “Leave him out of this, assholes. We don’t look at you that way.” Katsuki said, trying to get the attention off of Izuku.

“Yeah, Bakugou, you’re too much of a pussy to tell us who’s the hottest.” Mineta taunted him, his lisp making his perverted face that much worse.

“It sure as hell isn’t you, sticky balls.” Katsuki said, standing up and looking down at his three-foot-tall acquaintance. “You’re at the bottom of the list.”

“No way!” Mineta said. “I’m at least 4 times hotter than Tokoyami!”

“Excuse me!” Tokoyami said, lifting his beak up to glare at Mineta from across the room. Dark Shadow peered over his shoulder, also glaring at Mineta.

“We’re really not doing this.” Izuku said. “No one wants to be called ugly.”

“We are certainly not doing this!” Iida said, his hands waving like a fan.

“They could at least tell us who’s the hottest out of us all.” Kaminari said. “Just for fun! Come on, tell us who it is, Bakugou!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, ignoring the plight from Iida to not open his mouth. “Deku, now shut up about it.” He looked at Izuku for a moment before Iida popped between the two of them, shouting at Katsuki for talking when he was told not to.

“Other than him!” Kaminari rolled his eyes, but then looked at the TV screen. “You died twice and didn’t pass the controller?! My turn, give it here!” Kaminari yelled at Sero, who held the controller out of his reach.

“I only had like four seconds to play, the bastard in the tree got me!” Sero said. “One more round, I promise!”

“Midoriya, tell us.” Mineta said. “Who’s the hottest in the class, Midoriya, and you can’t say it’s Bakugou, that’s cheating!”

“I’m just not going to say anything.” Izuku told them, shaking his head quickly.

“But you have someone on your mind, I can see it in your face.” Mineta teased. Katsuki got up to squash the little fucker.

“If you don’t shut the fuck up right now, I’ll make it so you remain a virgin forever, you little shit—” Katsuki threatened, reaching down grabbing Mineta by the side of his face and lifted him off the ground, but caught Izuku’s gaze. He wasn’t looking at Katsuki, but instead, he followed Izuku’s gaze over by the window where one person was standing. The two looked at each other, smiling as if they knew something everyone else didn’t.

Fuck.

It was Todoroki. Izuku broke the eye contact, looking away and blushing. The same way he did when Katsuki winked at him. Todoroki smiled too, but closed his eyes. Katsuki felt his heart drop and heat run throughout his body. He dropped Mineta, who hit the ground with an oof. “Why don’t you join the group for once, Icy Hot?”

“Not much of a gamer.” Todoroki said, his arms still crossed. They glared at each other from across the room, not saying a word.

“Woah, this just got weird.” Kaminari said.

“Yeah, we were just messing around.” Kirishima said. “Oh, look, Sero just died. Again.”

“I’m going for a walk.” Katsuki said, grabbing his jacket. Katsuki was going to shout something, but thought the better of it. He couldn’t argue it because Izuku was blushing. Instead, Katsuki gritted his teeth, his hands forming fists. “Don’t follow me.”

“C’mon dude, we were messing around!” Kirishima called to him, but he was already halfway out the door. He slammed it closed and kicked the grass as he walked back. He just wanted to clear his head, but he couldn’t shake the jealousy. The feeling that there really could be something between Izuku and Todoroki.

The heat from his chest was too much to handle and the jealousy raged through his hands. Sparks flashed in the dark. “Dammit!” he said, holding both hands against the sides of his body. “Keep it together. They were just messing around.” But the way Izuku looked at him. And the way Todoroki smiled. The words from his fight with Todoroki haunted him: “When your month is over, he’ll see that I’m the better option.”

“Kacchan!” he heard the fluted voice call out. “Kacchan, stop!” Izuku had caught up to him, grabbing his arm. Katsuki could tell he was using a little bit of One-for-All to keep him from walking any further. “Are-are you crying, Kacchan?” Katsuki hadn’t realized the number of tears that rolled down the sides of his cheeks. Izuku held his face, wiping away the tears with his thumb.

“You like him, don’t you?” Katsuki asked. He could feel his quirk begin to activate. He could feel his hands sparking up again, knowing full well the answer to that. Everyone liked that Icy Hot bastard. Izuku stood there, quietly, not saying anything. Katsuki pushed his hands away. “You like him, too, right?”

“I admit it, I definitely think he’s attractive, Kacchan. But I felt that way before I knew how you felt about me.” Izuku said. “The more I look at you, the more I realize how much I feel for you. We have something more than what any of us have with the others.” Izuku told him.

“If it were a choice, you would have chosen him.” Katsuki said knowingly. “Everyone fucking would.”

“Kacchan, I would choose you.” Izuku said. In all the years they’d been friends, Izuku had never lied to him. Even through all of Katsuki’s bullying through that time, Izuku continuously told him the truth.

Until that moment.

“You don’t think I can tell when you’re lying to me? I can see straight through that.” Katsuki yelled at him, the words coming through his teeth, trying to breathe in between his cries. You’re hyperventilating, you need to calm down! But he couldn’t stop it. The pain from his heart beat into his quirk, pulsating a fire so strong, Katsuki thought his whole body would explode. “It’s just not fair, Deku.” Katsuki said, tears streaming down his face, trying to stop his quirk from completely overtaking him. “I fucking hate this. We’re the ones who are being chaperoned, we’re the ones who are having to sneak around. I only see you on the weekends now. He gets to see you all the time. All throughout the week. But I fucking can’t? How the fuck are we supposed to be together when it feels like you’re with him?” His mind wandered to Todoroki and the smile they shared.

That smile was gone now. Izuku’s face contorted between hints of frustration and confusion. “That’s not fair. We had all day to be together today, but you went to see Yoyo—,”

Katsuki laughed, knowing there was nothing funny about the situation. “I don’t find Yoyo attractive, Deku. Not like you and Todoroki.”

“No.” Izuku said, his brows furrowed in anger. “Like you find Camie. Who you actually fucked, if we’re going to be resentful.”

Katsuki narrowed his gaze. “Back off, bastard. You know why I did that.”

“To get away from me? Because you couldn’t stand the thought of loving me, your pitiful little Deku?” he took a few steps forward, but Katsuki didn’t move. Instead, he waited until Izuku’s shoes touched his, looking up at him.

“That—that wasn’t it and you know it.” Katsuki tried to breathe, but couldn’t. His body was so hot, he was sure Izuku could feel the conflagration coming from his chest. “I’m tired of this, Deku. He gets to see you all the time and now you don’t come into my room anymore—,”

“That’s not my fault and you know it.” Izuku said slowly. Katsuki dared not breathe, dared not speak. He glared down at Izuku, afraid of saying anything. He didn’t want to lose him, not to Todoroki.

But he couldn’t also stop himself. “Are—are you fucking him, Deku?” Izuku shook his head. “After tomorrow, what’s the point?”

“Tomorrow?” Izuku said, blinking up at him and shaking his head. “What does tomorrow have to do with this?”

Katsuki inhaled deeply before yelling, “Are you serious?! Deku, it’s our one-month anniversary. Where we—how did you put it? Reevaluate our current circumstances?”

Deku was quiet, only saying a tiny, “Oh.”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re not going to pick me. You’re going to pick him.” Tears streamed down his face. “He’s in your groups at school, you walk with him in the halls, when you have a question about the homework, you ask him.” The furnace of his quirk pulsed through his chest, through Katsuki’s body as he thought about the stare they had in the common room back at the dorm. That fucking smile! His quirk heated through his body, anger and jealousy screamed out of him, “What the fuck do you need me for? To blow you? You haven’t done shit to me—,”

That did it. There was a hard fist to his jaw. Katsuki felt the power of One-for-All, a hard punch, but Katsuki maneuvered, feeling the wet, humid air in his hands ignite. All his jealousy came out of his hands as he pushed a large blast, an explosion so loud, Katsuki felt the ground rumble beneath him, sending Izuku flying backwards, but Izuku jumped up quickly. Katsuki threw another, less powerful, but Izuku dodged the attack, kicking himself into the air. He flipped, adding momentum and came down hard against Katsuki’s shoulder. Katsuki grabbed Izuku’s foot, distracting him with a small blast to his forearm and with his other hand, grabbed the back of Izuku’s head and threw him to the ground, face first.

“Stop it, Deku!” Katsuki snarled, climbing on top of him, pinning him face-down in the grass. Katsuki could hear school alarms in the distance and his vision blurred as his head started to spin.

“Bakugou!” Kirishima yelled, pulling Katsuki off of Izuku. Iida helped Izuku up.

Katsuki was breathing hard, panting, trying to get out of Kirishima’s grip, but his hardening quirk didn’t allow it. It jailed Katsuki, separating him and Izuku. No, not like this. Don’t leave me, not like this.

—

Izuku cried soft tears as Iida helped him up. “I think, it might be time to end it, Midoriya. I know it’s distracting for you, but also for all of us as well.”

Izuku moved his head to look at Katsuki, who was in Kirishima’s grasp. He was trying to escape from Kirishima, like a feral animal that couldn’t be tamed. Kirishima stood his ground, keeping Katsuki back. Izuku’s lips trembled as his eyes welled up with tears. When their eyes met, Izuku gasped, holding his breath. There was a raw, animalistic look in those maroon eyes. An anger that couldn’t be calmed, an emotion that couldn’t be satiated. Izuku couldn’t look away from those eyes, there was something so intense in them, a look he’d never seen from Katsuki.

It was heartbreak.

Katsuki’s breathing slowed and he allowed Kirishima to keep his arms around him as he whispered, “I can’t do this, Deku.” He sank to his knees, taking Kirishima down with him. “Not like this. I know I said I’d give it a month, but I’m giving you everything, all of me. I love you so much, but you can’t even say it back to me. Maybe there’s a reason for that.” Katsuki got up and pushed Kirishima off of him. “I’m done, really.” he told Kirishima and started to walk away from the dorm.

“K-Kacchan.” Izuku said, letting the tears fall down his face. “Please—,”

Izuku moved to go after him, to stop him, but without turning around Katsuki said, “It’s okay. We tried, Deku.” Izuku opened his mouth to argue, to say that they still had one night left together, but Katsuki shook his head. “I can’t do this anymore, Deku. I can’t take it if you leave me. I-I’ll always—” But Katsuki got quiet before shutting his mouth. “I need to clear my head. Four Eyes, make sure you tell Aizawa I’m going home this weekend.”

“Ah?” Iida started to say, but then bowed respectfully. “Yes, of course! Whatever you need.” Izuku watched as Katsuki turned around, grabbing Kirishima by his shirt collar. “We’re going for a walk. I need to clear my head.”

Izuku watched them walk away until they were out of sight, engulfed in the darkness of the night. He waited a moment before he turned around, Iida walking him back to the dorm, helping him up the stairs and opening the door. When he walked into the common room, all his classmates’ eyes burned into him. His chin trembled for a few moments before his knees buckled and he fell to the floor, holding his arms. He sobbed incoherently as salty grief poured from his eyes. His vision became hazy, but a hand touched his shoulder. And then another. And then another. More hands of his classmates piled on his other shoulder, his head, his back, until two strong hands took his face, wiping away the pain that ran down his cheeks. Izuku looked up and stared straight into the duo-chromed eyes of Todoroki, who took Izuku into his arms and allowed Izuku to cry into his shoulder.

—

Katsuki couldn’t breathe. Kirishima asked where they were going, but he didn’t answer. He held the phone up to his ear and said, “Please be awake—thank fucking hell, please come outside.”

“Sure thing!” the voice said on the other side of the phone. And Yoyo walked outside of the 3-A dorm. He was in white shorts, the same color as his hair. “Oh, no. Trouble in paradise?”

“I—we couldn’t do it, Yoyo.” Katsuki said. “We could never stay together.”

Yoyo held his arms out and Katsuki hugged him, crying into his friend’s chest. “If it’s real, then he’ll stay, honey. And if it’s real, then you’ll want him to.”

END OF PART 1

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