I have been dummy sick 😔
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"Kacchan.. Are you up?"

Bakugou hummed, burying his nose in Izuku's neck, mind clouded in sleep. "Yeah. Why the fuck are you awake?"

Izuku blew air through his teeth, rolling around to face Kacchan.

They were squeezed together in a small bed in Katsuki's dorm, blanket and body contact keeping them comfortably warm despite the cold from the outside. "We're friends again, right?" Katsuki nodded, no hesitation written on his face.

Izuku smiled, light and happy. "Ah.. That's good.. Could you come over tomorrow? Hisashi's home and I.. I think I'll need some company. A-And Kacchan's my only friend. I don't want to pressure you but-"

"Stupid." Katsuki huffed, bumping their foreheads together. "We're the best fuckin' friends, shitty Deku. Of course." He scoffed. Izuku gave a grateful chirp, eyes fluttering to close for another nap. "Okay. Thank you Kacchan."

And they slept like that, in a tangle of limbs, close and pressed together.

———

"K-Katsuki!?"

"Mrs. Inko." He nods, curt. Normally, he would give her a side hug, or a half-hearted smile.

(But she took Izuku away from him.

... And frankly, that's unforgivable. His fists tightened at the thought.)

"He's in the same class as me, mom! Isn't that so cool!" Izuku claps his hands together, grinning broadly. Understandable, since he was unaware of the bad blood between them. It was comical really.

Inko took a shaky deep breath, but gave an edged smile, eyes screaming that she's only trying for Izuku.

(He was never welcome here.

Katsuki smirks, deciding he doesn't need her approval.)

"Okay, Okay. Please be quiet. Hisashi's been sleeping a lot. I think he's exhausted. He's leaving again tomorrow."

"Ah. That's good." Izuku nods, before whispering. "Could we go to our rooms now?"

Inko hesitates, a peculiar emotion flashing on her face as she stops on her tracks.

...

"Oh, of course, Izuku. Please have fun."

———

"Fuckin'- how much All Might shit do you have?" Katsuki furrows his brows, tilting the toy to the side with a finger.

It wasn't proportionate, chest muscles big and waist small, the largest ear-splitting, dazzling grin on their childhood hero's face. His body was painted with whites blues and reds, hair puffy and blond. It was still appealing, since it was a limited figurine.

Maybe he was staring at it for too long, because Izuku piped up from the bed.
"Oh! Do you like it?" "Fuck no."

"It's okay! Kacchan can have it!" Izuku flashes a smile, different from All Might but all the same with it's brightness.

Katsuki scoffs but shoves it in his pocket all the same.

———

They were watching a movie. It was a cheap flick, with cheesy action scenes and even shittier effects- but there was something endearing in how whenever there was a loud boom, Izuku's eyes would widen and twinkle excitedly, eyes mirroring the fire and burning flames.

(Pretty.)

Katsuki nudged the hair out of his friend's face, unabashedly staring, but Izuku was unbothered by it, simply hummed and kept his eyes glued to the laptop's screen.

"Kacchan, have you ever kissed anybody?"

Katsuki blinked. "Where'd that come from?"

(He ignores how his belly tightens.)

Izuku wordlessly pointed at the screen, where the protagonist was making out with a girl. It was deep, and they lapped at each other's lips.

Katsuki looked at Izuku's lips, soft and pink.

"Have you?"

"No."

"... Wanna try?" Izuku hummed in consideration, tapping his chin, looking away from the screen to think.

"... Okay." Katsuki huffed at his quick agreement. "You'll let anyone kiss you then?"

"No. Only Kacchan." "Why?"

Izuku shyly blushed, murmuring close to him. "I trust Kacchan lots."

Bakugou was going to throw up with all the butterflies in his stomach. His face was red, hot. "Okay." He shuffled closer, nose to nose with Izuku under the dim blue light of the lamp, blanket draped over them. The screen's soft orange light illuminated Katsuki's face- his pale lips, red cheeks and eyes, peering at Izuku curiously.

They leaned closer to each other, and Izuku's heart gave a nervous thrum.

Lips pressed together, and Katsuki's breath was gone. So soft. Katsuki hums, willing his eyes to be open, half lidded as he sees Izuku's lashes flutter close. Katsuki glances at the screen, trying to emulate the action of moving his lips along Izuku's.

It was hot, in his chest and stomach, and they devolved to Izuku being under him, and Katsuki licked his lower lip, thrusting his tongue into Izuku's mouth- his squeak of surprise muffled. Hands flew up to grab Katsuki's shoulders, trying to push away, and Katsuki did- not realizing how he was holding his breath.

They inhaled deeply, panting in the dark room and careful to be as quiet as possible.

"That was really cool, Kacchan." Izuku giggles, and Katsuki buries his face in his shoulder.

In the bottom of his heart, he knows that this isn't what friends do.

No, not at all.

(And Katsuki hated himself for it.

Perhaps, he should've said no.)