The voting will be closed tomorrow at 8:00 pm! A lot of people have voted on both boys, so, I figured out a bit of a compromise(?). The dude who gets the most votes will top at the first smut. And after he does, I'll make the other top on a later occasion. So both will get a chance! Is that alright??

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"We have four hours to spare brat," Mitsuki snapped, looking irked by Katsuki's angry chewing. "Calm the fuck down."

But no, he didn't calm down.

Instead, he shoved more ham in his mouth, glaring daggers back into the same angry eyes that belonged to his mom. "Katsuki," Masaru weakly reprimanded as he sighed. Mr. Bakugou looked at both of them pleadingly as they had their usual stare down. It's a thing that happens every morning during breakfast.

His son always ate like that considering he has an extremely hectic schedule, filled with meetings, modeling gigs, and a bit of business partner ship. It was strange to him that he actually has a legit day off; considering when he does take a break, he resides in his room like a hermit doing stacks and stacks of paperwork.

He wasn't used to relaxing; always busying his hands when he gets the chance. Fiddling with pens, drumming his fingers impatiently, clenching and unclenching his fists around his red, heart shaped stress ball that he carries around daily.
It irritated Mitsuki to no end, while Masaru simply brushed the actions off as little quirks about himself.

Masaru's mind drifted onto the situation last night. You know, when he found out about the hickeys.

He felt embarrassed to see Mitsuki laughing madly as she wildly gestured to the evidence that confirmed the rumors circulating around the media (even though he hoped it was true.). He was happy for his son; proud that he finally and genuinely likes someone.

You see, Katsuki is a very, very stubborn person. He had the same exact personality like his mom, Mitsuki, him looking like a younger and male version of her.

It resulted to a lot of.. Bickering. Since their personality clashes a lot. What was evident is the fact the most of the time, both parties were play fighting. Challenges like "who could eat the most marshmallows before Masaru gets home" made Mr. Bakugou chuckle. They both have an unbelievable amount of strong will which was usually mixed with the burning anger that resides in them.

Unfortunately, Masaru couldn't really compete with their temper; from that, he was known to be the family's mediator, coming between the two before the friendly bickering turns into a full-blown fight.

But, Fortunately now, both parties have this soft spot for Masaru; almost always reluctantly obeying him when they hear his small, pleading voice over their sea of raging emotions.

Today wasn't any different.

"Hon, Katsuki," he muttered hesitantly. "Please don't.."

Almost instantly, their attention turned to Masaru, Mr. Bakugou almost squeaking in surprise at the sight of a fuming Mitsuki and an Angered Katsuki, both having literal murder in their eyes. But after they saw his terrified expression, they both calmed down, slumping back on their chairs with a synchronized motion of crossing their arms and glaring at each other.

Masaru awkwardly chuckled, breaking the tension as he attempted to start a conversation.

"S-so, you're both meeting Midoriya, correct?" "Yeah. Why won't you come?" Katsuki questioned him, eyes softening a slight bit. Masaru quickly took note at the sudden change of demeanor when he mentioned Izuku. "I can't.. I have a meeting, Katsu. Plus, I don't want to overwhelm him. I'll just meet him next time." Masaru gently smiled as Mitsuki snorted. "Damn fuckers won't even give a well-deserved break. I'll show them."
"Language, dear," Masaru sighed.

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Izuku was panicked.

It was already ten-thirty when Katsuki texted him that his mom, Mitsuki will tag along with him. Oh god, he wasn't ready. Holy fucking shit.

Inadvertently meeting Katsuki's mother just moments after the "incident" got out is probably the worse thing that could happen to him. He whole-heartedly prays that Mitsuki will go easy on him with the scolding.

A heavy cord was suddenly struck in him.

Shit, does his mom know he's gay? Fuck fuck fuck- what if he accidentally outed the guy??

He paused his hair brushing, silently glaring at the mirror. He was mad, not at Katsuki, but mad at himself. He should've asked first. Who knows what his mom's reaction was?

Izuku quickly slipped on his bright blue ripped jeans, hopping around on one foot before he grabbed a white, long-sleeved upper garment with the words "LEADER" printed in bold, red letters. It was a gift from Iida. He grabbed a pair of shoes which had the brand "Adidas" on it, slipping it on as he fumbled with the shoelaces.

Hurriedly, he slapped on his wristwatch as he took his phone, opened his bedroom door and trotted downstairs to see his mom sitting on the living room couch with the usual, cheery look on her face.

"Good morning, Izuku. Katsuki is picking you up, yes?" She questioned as Izuku nodded in confirmation. He gaze was calm and relaxed, a bit of bags under her eyes for staying up late because of doing a stack of paperwork.

He reminded himself to scold her for it, since he told her that he will do it himself so she won't tire herself out. His mother is shy. She will stutter around you, yes, but she has an ungodly amount of perseverance and determination flowing through her veins, which was thankfully handed down to Izuku.

It's the reason why they got here, at the top of the modeling Industry in the first place.

He narrowly avoided the carpet since he has shoes on, leaning down to hug his mother as she automatically leaned forward to hug back. "I'm so proud, Izuku," she murmurs, no doubt getting teary-eyes again.

He let her sob it out, her hands desperately grabbing his sweatshirt as she sniffled. Izuku just hummed, used to her being all soft like this, and he guesses she rubbed off of him too, since
even he was getting a tad bit too emotional. After five minutes in a straining bowed position, Izuku finally heard his mother's cries lighten, reducing to quiet hiccuping.

"Good?" "Y-yes, thank you, Izuku." He smiled, partially pulling away from his mom. Thankfully, his clothes weren't a bit wet. Inko grabbed the conveniently placed tissues on the table before her, dabbing her eyes and blowing her nose.

Her cheeks were red, along with the tip of her nose and her eyelids. It's as if she came down with the flu. "Take it easy, okay mom?" "Yes, yes," she huffed, breath caught in her throat as she blew her nose again.

The doorbell rung, making Izuku perk up. Placing a quick good-bye kiss on his mother's cheek, he giddily fast-walked towards the door, hand and grasping the brass doorknob.

He calmed himself, left hand fidgeting as he sucked in a deep breath and twisted the knot and opened it.

Before him stood Katsuki, dressed in black slacks and a similar sweatshirt to Izuku; only with the words "B*TCH" imprinted in angry, bright red italics. He suddenly felt breathless, a very noticeable blush dusting his freckles cheeks. Katsuki has this watered down version of his usual scowl on his face, red eyes scanning him up and down as if he was trying to take in his looks (and mind you, he totally is.).

"Let's go," he finally grunted out, hand darting towards Izuku's as he clasped his hand around it. It felt soft and warm, and Midoriya hesitantly tightened his grip as he was quickly pulled away from the porch towards a sleek, black BMW parked at his driveway.

Bakugou wordlessly fished his car keys out of his pocket, pressing a button before walking towards the passenger's side and opening the door; all while Izuku stood there, dumbfounded. "Hell are you waiting for?," Katsuki scoffed, eyes glaring at Izuku as he squeaked and jumped, scurrying towards Katsuki. His heart pounded in his ribs, color flooding on his cheeks again as he murmured a feeble "thank you", slipping into the car.

The car faintly smelled like chamomile tea, the scent almost making Izuku sleepy. Katsuki hummed before shutting the door, careful not to slam it, before heading to the other side.

Midoriya automatically pulled on the seatbelt, smiling to himself as he clicked it into place and politely put his hands on his lap.

He noticed small little details in the car; like the picture frame (that contains Mrs. Bakugou and him) glued onto the surface, both of them grinning madly with arms hooked around each other. It was taken at a park, evident by a small pond behind them; along with children flying colorful kites.

"Oi," Katsuki nudged Izuku, making him startle again. "Relax. She just wants to see you and shit." His voice still held the same, rough tone, but it was easily blanketed by the soft murmur of it. Izuku untensed his stiff shoulders, not even noticing he was so stressed n the first place.

"Y-yeah. But what do we tell her?" "Just tell her we're dating, yeah? Technically, we are and shit anyway.." Katsuki trailed off, the corner of his lips twitching a bit as his eyes narrowed at the steering wheel. It prompted another question in Izuku's mind. "Do you?," Katsuki raised an eyebrow. "What?" "Do you want to go out with me?" Izuku felt himself heat up from the fairly blunt question that came out of the blue, green eyes sparking in renewed determination.

Katsuki felt his heart stop before his mind short circuited for five seconds. He blanched a bit, rolling his eyes. "Fuck yeah, no shit." He can't help but smile when Midoriya beamed, grin as bright as the sun. His happiness was contagious.

His gaze traveled down to his soft, pink lips, Midoriya seeing the notion as he chuckled, tips of his ears tinged red. Katsuki cleared his throat, still eyeing him mischievously. "Do you.."
".. Yeah." He leaned forward, pressing his lips on Izuku's instantaneously and feeling the softness of them as he gently lapped at the bottom lip. Izuku felt the kiss get slightly hotter, feeling adrenaline prickling against his skin as he managed a low purr.

Bakugou pulled away, licking his teeth as he eyed the entirely red Izuku who was covering his flustered face. Pfft. He held in a chuckle. Izuku was acting all shy, as if he didn't completely dominate him last time.

"Lets go."