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FKEL #1: Kiss on a Dare

Fandom: My Hero Academia Characters: Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Mina Ashido, Denki Kaminari, Shoto Todoroki Pairing(s): Izuku/Katsuki [BakuDeku] Word Count: 2748

Katsuki didn’t know why he agreed to any of this.

‘This’ referring to the party that was currently being held in Class 1-A’s dormitory common area, hosted by none other than Ashido and Kirishima, which had been going on since Aizawa left at seven.

I should’ve been asleep an hour and a half ago, Katsuki growled internally, glaring at the clock, whose hour hand rested on ten. Lucky bastard clock hand gets to rest more than I do.

That probably didn’t make sense, but it didn’t matter to Katsuki—he just wanted to go and sleep. He rubbed his eyes, allowing a little warmth into his hand to soothe his tired eyes.

Katsuki glanced around the room—no one else seemed to be bothered by the time. He knew he was one to sleep early, but for none of the others to even be slightly fazed by the time was fucking weird. How the hell did they ever expect to be heroes if they never maintained a proper sleeping schedule?

Katsuki tried to take his mind off his increasing tiredness by setting off a few small explosions in his palm, focusing on regulating the power through them.

“Hey, Kacchan! C’mere, time for the next game!” Kaminari called from the floor, patting the space next to him.

Think of it as some sort of shitty endurance training, Katsuki told himself, gritting his teeth to bear through it. The longer I can last with these extras, the better I can claim to work with them. And if I can’t stay up past fucking ten for missions, I’ll be useless at night. He managed to plop himself down in the seat next to Kaminari.

On his other side, though, was Deku.

Shit.

“Oh, K-Kacchan! Here, I’ll move over—there isn’t much space between Kaminari-kun and myself so, uh, I hope that’s oka—wait, Yaoyorozu-san, thanks for moving—ah, sorry, Kacchan! I know you don’t usually like staying up so late, so just a mo—”

“Shut up, nerd.”

Deku’s mouth clamped shut immediately as Katsuki sat down next to him, pointedly not looking at him, instead choosing to glare across the circle at Kirishima.

Kirishima grinned, so Katsuki flipped him off in turn.

“Ooookay, guys!” Ashido called from her end of the circle. “We’re gonna be playing Spin the Bottle! Everyone knows how to play, right? Just raise your hand or something if you don’t.

Five hands rose, Katsuki’s included, but not without a “don’t give a damn” thrown in there. The other four were surprisingly obvious.

“So, Yaomomo, Iida, Bakugo, Todoroki, and Shouji!” Ashido raised an eyebrow. “Well, who’s gonna explain? Midori, how about you?”

Katsuki glanced over at Deku, who was flushed a pale shade of red. “I, uh . . . don’t know how to explain it . . . ?” Deku tried.

Fuckin’ Deku can’t even lie properly. His damn mouth always twitches when he’s about to lie.

“Okay, then, I’ll do it!” Kaminari grinned. “Whenever it’s your turn, you spin a bottle, and you have to kiss whoever it points to!” Katsuki glanced at the grape pervert, who was, as expected, practically drooling.

Ashido seemed to notice the issue, and added, “It can’t go further than a kiss, though, and anyone who tries to will no longer be allowed to participate. That means you, Mineta.”

“So, let’s begin!”

Katsuki was about to get the hell outta there, when Kaminari clapped a hand on his thigh. “You can’t possibly want to leave, Kacchan! Surely you aren’t too chicken for just a kiss. Or maybe you’re not good at it?”

“Fuck you, I’m probably the best damn kisser in this room.” Katsuki snapped, knowing full well he’d never kissed anyone before. And hopefully, Deku would have the sense not to say anything about it.

“Good, then you’ll be staying!”

Things passed fairly quickly. Hagakure had apparently kissed Ojiro with a quick peck on the lips, the frog had kissed Uraraka on the cheek, Iida had (apologetically) given Yaoyorozu an awkward kiss on the forehead. Katsuki stopped paying attention after that, and slowly started drifting off.

Until Kaminari had awoken him unpleasantly with a poke to the shoulder. “Your turn, Kacchan,” he grinned.

Katsuki just huffed, spinning the bottle without bothering to look where it landed.

The collective gasp from the class was what drew his attention to the direction the bottle had landed: towards Deku.

Who didn’t even seem to notice, considering it was his turn next and he was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to even pay attention to what was actually going on. Stupid nerd won’t even pay attention to this even when he’s about to be kissed?

Katsuki wasn’t quite sure whether it was this thought that spurred him on, or whether it was the sudden tightness in his chest, or whether it was his tiredness, or whether it was something else, but he’d figured he’d had enough of Deku ignoring him, so he grabbed Izuku’s chin, turned his face to face Katsuki’s, and pressed a firm kiss to Izuku’s lips.

He felt Izuku stiffen beneath him momentarily, and was about to pull away, when—

Izuku put his hands in Katsuki’s hair, keeping Katsuki’s lips on his, and then he deepened the kiss. Katsuki could feel his face warm up, but quickly began kissing back, relishing in Izuku’s eagerness to keep up with him—

Until Izuku let out a sweet little sound into Katsuki’s mouth that sent all of Katsuki’s blood rushing south.

The bottle then hit the back of Katsuki’s head, forcing him to pull away. “Get a room if you guys aren’t gonna stop anytime soon! Rules state no more than a kiss!” Ashido snickered.

Katsuki threw the bottle back at her in response as he pulled away from Izuku, snorting in light amusement when she shrieked, while Sero wolf-whistled in the background.

“K-Kacchan,” Izuku whispered from next to Katsuki. And then what Katsuki had done sunk in.

He’d kissed Izu—Deku. When had he started referring to him as Izuku again? Right, it was the moment he must’ve decided to actually kiss the damn nerd.

And it hadn’t even been a simple peck; he’d practically gone and eaten his goddamn face, with Deku reciprocating at every moment.

Katsuki stood up abruptly. “I’m going to bed, and if any of you extras fucking disturb me I’ll blow your face up.”

“Like you did with Midoriya?” Kirishima chuckled. Katsuki just flipped him off, made his way up to his floor, locked his room door, and sat down on his bed, head in his hands.

“Fucking Deku,” Katsuki growled, ignoring the very distinct tightness in his chest. “Making me feel . . . dammit.”

Katsuki let a hand fall to his shirt, clutching it over where he felt that tightness, right over his heart. “Fuck, I like the stupid nerd.”

Despite Katsuki’s inner turmoil, he fell asleep instantly, the feeling of Izuku’s lips on his drawing him into sleep the moment his head hit his pillow.

By the time Kacchan had left, Izuku had finally come to his senses, having been completely dazed by the kiss earlier. The kiss. Kacchan had kissed him. Sure, they were playing Spin the Bottle, but Kacchan didn’t have to kiss him on the lips, right? Or maybe he hadn’t known that since he hadn’t been paying attention earlier? This was Kacchan, after all, so it wouldn’t be too far-fetched to think.

But then Izuku had pulled Kacchan closer. Izuku was the one who’d deepened the kiss, who’d whimpered when Kacchan pulled away.

How could he explain that, other than attributing it to liking Kacchan that way?

“Midoriya, you’re mumbling again,” Yaoyorozu whispered to him, making Izuku clap a hand over his mouth. Thankfully, no one else seemed to have noticed, having been too busy catcalling and whistling after Kacchan.

Hoping no one would notice, Izuku got up from his spot in the circle, and quietly left the common room, getting in the second elevator—the one Kacchan hadn’t used. There’s no way I could feel tired after that, Izuku mused, then pressed the button to get to the top floor, where he knew there was a small pathway to get to a secluded roof-like area, where he knew he wouldn’t be bothered by anyone—All Might was the one who’d showed it to him, having wanted to be able to have private conversations about One For All with Izuku there, so no one else should have known about it, Kacchan being an exception.

Wasn’t Kacchan always the exception, though? Every time something important happened, wasn’t it always with Kacchan?

Even getting One For All from All Might was because he’d jumped in when Kacchan was attacked by the sludge monster. Everything he’d worked towards was because he wanted to surpass Kacchan.

But just when did Izuku start having feelings for Kacchan that went beyond admiration?

Soon after that, Izuku fell asleep on the rooftop, still thinking about Kacchan and how he’d face him tomorrow.

Thankfully for both boys, no one in the classroom mentioned the previous night. According to Ochaco, Iida had “politely requested” everyone to avoid talking about it until Kacchan and Izuku were ready to do so themselves and had sorted themselves out.

Izuku couldn’t have asked for better friends.

The rest of the day passed fairly uneventfully, with normal classes proceeding as normal, and hero training only lacking Kacchan’s typical shouts of “DIE”.

Izuku was just about to get back to his room to do his homework when he felt a tap on his shoulder. “Midoriya,” Todoroki said from behind him, “don’t you think you should talk to Bakugo about what happened?”

Izuku shrugged, unsure. “I . . . yeah, but how do I even approach him after . . . that?”

Todoroki just blinked. “Can’t you just ask him?”

“So I’m supposed to knock on his door, he’ll let me in, and I’ll say: ‘Hey, Kacchan, remember how we ended up passionately kissing in front of everyone last night? I just want to bring that back up again without you blowing me up so I can tell you that I probably have a crush on you and have had one for a while now.’”

“Yes?” Todoroki agreed, not having sensed the sarcasm in the statement.

“I can’t just do that!” Izuku protested, almost shaking Todoroki’s shoulders.

“Why not? You were able to say it to me just now.”

How clueless could one person be? “Todoroki-kun, that’s because, one, you’re not Kacchan, and two, he’ll probably try to blow me up if I mention it!”

“He kissed you first, though.”

“Probably as some sort of power play or something!” Izuku protested.

“So you’re just going to ignore him for the rest of your life.”

“Yes! Wait, no. Wait, yes.” Izuku paused. “Can I do that, actually?”

“No, Midoriya. Just try talking to him. I’m in the room directly above his, so I can stand out in the balcony, and if I think he’ll react violently, I’ll just freeze him.” Todoroki suggested, face still blank.

“. . . I can’t tell if you’re joking or not, you know.”

Todoroki’s lips curled in a small smile. “Good.”

Which was the reason Izuku found himself outside Kacchan’s door ten minutes later, hand raised to knock on the door. He closed his eyes, took a second to brace himself, and knocked.

Only, it wasn’t the door he knocked on.

“Oww! What the fuck, nerd?”

Izuku opened his eyes, startled . . . to see that he’d knocked on the centre of Kacchan’s forehead. “OhmygodKacchanI’msosorry—”

Surprisingly, Kacchan just grumbled. “Whatever. Did you need something, or are you just here to waste my time?”

“Actually . . . I was hoping we could talk? About yesterday, uh, but only if you want to! Actually, I was really hoping you would, since I don’t really want us to stop talking or anything even though I’m still really confused about what happened, and since you’re the only one who I can talk to about One F—”

Kacchan cut Izuku off by pressing his hand against Izuku’s mouth. “Shut up before someone hears your fucking secret!” he hissed, dragging Izuku into his room.

. . . well, that left one problem sorted. Now to face the other one: Kacchan himself.

“You’ve got five seconds to talk, nerd, and if I don’t care you’ll be getting the fuck outta my room.”

For the first time that day, Izuku didn’t hesitate. “I think I may have a crush on you.”

“Stupid goddamn nerd,” Kacchan muttered under his breath, then moved forward and—

Oh. He was kissing Izuku now. Again. Izuku, of course, pulled himself into the kiss, not hesitating in the slightest to deepen it and pull Kacchan closer by his hair.

Kacchan let out a low growl, and Izuku automatically paced backwards as Kacchan pressed forward, until Izuku’s back hit Kacchan’s room door.

Izuku pulled away for a moment to catch his breath. “Kacchan,” he gasped, “at least—hah—tell me what you’re thinking,” he breathed, forest-green eyes meeting blood-ruby ones.

“Stupid Deku,” Kacchan just muttered under his breath. “Do I ever do anything I don’t like?”

Izuku’s mind, still addled from the kiss, was slow to piece things together. “So . . .”

Kacchan ran a hand through his hair, mussing it more than Izuku already had. “So I’m saying that I like you too, you stupid nerd.”

Izuku didn’t have any words to respond with—he just pulled Kacchan closer for another kiss.

A week later, Katsuki supposed he had to thank Ashido and Kaminari for suggesting he come to that ridiculous class party—after all, he and Deku wouldn’t have gotten together if not for it.

Katsuki glanced over at his boyfriend, who was fast asleep in his bed. “Kacchan,” he mumbled in his sleep.

Katsuki couldn’t have stopped the soft smile that took over his face even if he tried. Despite everything that had happened between them, he really loved that damn nerd.

Wait, love?

Did he love Izuku? He certainly liked him enough to want to kiss him into oblivion and back, but did he love him?

Katsuki glanced at Deku, who was still sleeping, blissfully unaware of Katsuki’s sudden revelation.

I fucking love him, something in the back of Katsuki’s head whispered.

Well, that settled it. Looked like Katsuki would have an announcement to make that evening.

“Deku-kun, are you still asleep?” Uraraka called from outside the door.

Screw it, Katsuki thought, meeting eyes with one of Deku’s All Might figurines. “It can fucking wait for us to stop making out, Round Face,” Katsuki yelled back.

He was pretty sure he heard her squeak in embarrassment and run. Good. And Deku was still asleep, so he couldn’t say anything about it, unless Uraraka actually mentioned something to him.

Then again, Katsuki wouldn’t have put it past her. She and Deku talked about more or less every-fucking-thing.

And it was even worse with the icy-hot bastard. Todoroki was always flocking to Deku whenever something happened, like some sort of clingy girlfriend.

Too bad, bitch, Katsuki thought, mentally flipping Todoroki off. He’s mine.

By the time dinner was over and all of 1-A was in the common room, Katsuki was standing on the coffee table, clapping loudly to get his class’s attention. “LISTEN HERE, ALL YOU EXTRAS!”

That did it – everyone was staring at Katsuki now.

“Kacchan . . .” Deku sighed, lightly admonishing Katsuki.

Katsuki chose to ignore it, and instead pointed at Deku, still shouting, “You see that nerd over there? He’s mine now. We’re dating, so you keep your fuckin’ paws off. Especially you, Round Face and Half’n’Half. He’s my nerd, and he’s the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to me, and all you extras better accept it.”

Katsuki glanced at Deku, who was hunched over on the floor, face bright red as he mumbled something into his hands. Cute, Katsuki thought, amused. When did his mumbling become cute instead of annoying?

Then, the applause and wolf whistles began (started by Kirishima and Sero, respectively).

“Kiss!” Hagakure shouted from wherever the hell she was.

Katsuki didn’t hesitate. He jumped off of the table, picked Deku up from his spot on the floor, and kissed him firmly on the lips, paying no heed to the cheers and claps from his classmates.

Well, maybe a little, but no one needed to know that.

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