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"Good?"

"Yeah. I should come here more often."

Izuku grinned, happily downing the steaming beverage. For once, a smug smirk wasn't plastered on his stupid face. Instead, it was replaced with a warm smile, something a mom would give you after you scraped your knee by accident.

Katsuki's mind drifted off slowly, succumbing to the overwhelming Scent of coffee grounds and cinnamon. It was an overpowering smell, and Bakugou caught himself almost getting some shut eye.

An invisible heavy weight burdened his shoulders as he forced himself to think about the events earlier on, specifically, Izuku hitting on him. It took all his willpower to not suddenly crush the wood table into splinters as he was caught off guard by his own thoughts.

Was.. Izuku just joking around? Sure, he had this egotistical smirk plastered on his face like some kind of self-entitled prick (which vaguely reminds him of that try hard Blond French guy who occasionally crept up on them saying lines like "oui oui baguette" and shit) but he didn't look like the type to fuck with other people's feelings.

Izuku is a huge fucking dork, which was proven by a surprised hiss when Izuku touched the burning part of the coffee with his tongue.

Bakugou smirked to himself, amused of how concentrated Midoriya looked from the burn.

A nerd. A fucking useless Deku who bent Katsuki's sexuality more. He wasn't surprised when he found out he was immediately gay for this guy.

He opened his mouth without further delay.

"Anyway. Was planning to ask you about-"

"Me hitting on you?"

Izuku took a sip of his coffee, soothing the harsh burn that made his taste buds useless. Midoriya was quick to interject as well when Katsuki stared at him with an unsatisfied scowl on his face by holding up his hand.

Bakugou complied, sinking himself in the red cushions behind him, smell of dust and old-school perfume made him relax. Katsuki felt at peace even though he's face to face with "this" guy. He admits that there definitely is a slight hint of embarrassment in him.

"I know you were going to ask what it meant, Kacchan," Izuku gave a warm smile, different from the smartass, shit eating grin from earlier. "It could mean whatever you wanted it to mean."

Izuku waited for Katsuki to reply, watching him unblinkingly as he brushed off the anxiety like dirt on his sleeves. Rejection will mean nothing to him now, and he'll be perfectly fine with continuing professional business with the Bakugou's.
Izuku has taken a liking in the explosive boy's personality, (not caring about the bouts of angry words and a hurricane of swearing that comes along his package) and was actually keen to being close to him.

If Katsuki doesn't take interest in him (which he personally, ego aside, doubts a lot) then he'll stick to being a close friend or at least an acquaintance. As cliche as it was, he didn't mind. Flirting on someone on the first day they meet is a bit.. Off. Somewhat desperate. But, Izuku could care less.

Bakugou looked like he was in a daze, blood red eyes staring into Izuku's calculating green ones, burning into his skull. Izuku still had a relaxed demeanor, but it was evident he was waiting for a response, waiting to be either accepted or rejected immediately.

Katsuki.. He has only dated once before, and that was back at fucking middle school. No one takes shit from middle school seriously, anyway. He was just fucking around with some other surprisingly gay guy and they hit it off from there. The relationship didn't even feel like one. They still acted like friends and shit (With the guy trailing behind him) but it quickly broke off when the guy switched classes due to fighting and seriously injuring another boy from his class.
Nothing serious was between them. At all. They were just close friends and they both mistook it as actually "liking" each other in "that" way. Shit, he doesn't even remember his face.

And when he started his modeling career, he didn't have time. He was always busy, thinking that relationships were very.. Distracting. It'll keep him from pursuing his goal and drag him from behind as if a heavy boulder was chained on his ankle. He didn't even have time to feel lonely. He just.. Maybe.. Maybe he was just scared of rejection.

People flirted on him a lot at the start of his modeling, inviting him and even letting money get involved to try and make him look like an idiotic gold digger. He refused every time.

But when rumors were spread about his very short fuse and explosive personality like a time bomb set to go off in a second, people started to regard him with fear and nervousness. They were scared of him, and it honestly made him feel like the biggest piece of cow shit in the word.

He tried to get better.

His temper was subdued (even though it is a slight bit, it's still an improvement.) and his swearing lessened. In a few years when he reached the adult stage in life, he had matured enough to amend and reflect on his past personality.
He acted rude and rash on his angsty teen days, and even wilder when he was a kid like some kind of raging boar about to kick some ass.

And now, he's a young adult, mostly strict and harsh but still had this non-threatening voice that he is struggling to retain. It was really something. But he still had that egotistical attitude that he has tried hard to get rid off.

Shitty hair, alien-lady, discount Pikachu, and weird elbows (Sero got the name when he dislocated his whole arms by accident on set. Bakugou still denies he was concerned, but honestly, he was worried) were the only ones actually trying to be his friend. They put up with his bad mood swings, calming him downbouts and talking sense into him when he tries to make a rash decision. They invited him on weekend Karaokes and visited him when he was sick.

(He was scared. Really, really scared that one day they'll get tired of him.)

"Katsuki. You're spacing out now."

Bakugou jumped, his heart thumping harshly on his rib cage when he felt something comforting and warm was laid on his right hand.

Izuku's soft voice lulled him gently out of the day dream.

Bakugou blinked to see Midoriya's hand on his, resting on top of it calmly. Eyes full of understanding, he said, "Don't feel pressured, alright? I'll be fine. Think about yourself."

Katsuki looked at the gentle but at the same time blazing eyes that bore into him and straight into his stupid heart.

"Yeah," He (almost) gasped out, shaken by the surprising proposal of the idea that Midoriya was flirting on him.

"Yeah what?"

"Yeah, I wanna go on a date with you," Katsuki gulped, Adam's apple bobbing up and down. Izuku's expression burst into happiness and relief, an expression Bakugou would hold onto dearly. "Katsuki, I never asked you on a date. But, since you want to, where do you wanna go?"

Fuck.