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[saveandwin]

that was way more than just three, kacchan ...

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“Well NO! But OTHER PEOPLE are at least trying!” He is also hissing from his spot in the kitchen, he doesn’t want to make matters WORSE.

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For Shir, aka @boompunch! Happy birthday, Shir! I hope today has been nothing short of absolutely amazing for you! :-)

[katsukashinu]

you

          ‘are going to kick my ass into next tuesday.’there, i finished it for you, now grit your teeth, or don’t, see if i give half a fuck.

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His eye twitches when he hears his father behind him, teeth gritting a bit before he speaks; quietly at first, slowly, "I said," and his voice breaks then, tone rises, eyebrows knit together in annoyance - and there's those angry hand gestures, too, nothing /violent/, just aggressive. "I'D CLEAN IT UP LATER, DAD. Just fu--" He bites his tongue before saying the word, looking around to make sure a certain lady isn't around to hear it. "/Drop it/, alright?"

“…” Masaru says nothing for a good while, knowing the signs of Katsuki’s angry outbursts, and how easy it is for him to lose his temper when bothered too much. He waits it out instead —- but he can’t help the subtle quirk of the corner of his lips at seeing his son look around (not as subtly as he thinks) to make sure his mother isn’t nearby. He’s more impressed, though — impressed, and proud – of Katsuki stopping himself and calming down. There’s a burst of pride in his chest seeing his son reign in his temper like that. Even if it is because he doesn’t want his mother to hear. It’s progress, nonetheless! He hopes. 

It hasn’t escaped his notice how his son has been changing, recently. And not in a bad way, either. Not in the way he’d come home after the incident at Kamino, after his kidnapping … Neither him nor Mitsuki had known how to handle that, how to handle Katsuki’s change in behavior. But then, even that had changed. And now? Now, his son was growing up. His anger still got out of hand, but it didn’t always get the best of him.

That being said … “Katsuki,” he says, as gently and as fatherly as he can. He’s preparing himself for the volcanic eruption soon to come. One of his own doing, with three simple words. “It is later.”

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❝ dude ... ❞  sora leaned back a little, grimacing, more unimpressed than intimidated.  ❝ you seriously need to chill out a little. ❞  this guy had some issues.

@boompunch you didn’t ask for one but i’m writing you one anyway

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grabs a handful of spaghetti and sets it on deku's head

“ KACCHAN! ”  izuku’s shoulders come up to nearly touch his ears as he feels the wet pasta slap down on top of his head, some of the noodles dangling in front of his eyes mockingly before dropping down to the floor or onto his shoulders. “ that was our dinner … ”  he mumbles, feeling equal parts frustrated and surprised. it had been so long since he’d seen kacchan’s playful side, he’d nearly forgotten it existed — well …. playful for kacchan, that is.

an idea hits izuku then, a spur of the moment decision that he doesn’t think about much before he sets it in motion, and he digs a hand into the bowl of ground meat, grabbing a hearty handful —– before mushing it into bakugo’s face.

“ oh … that may have been too much … ”  because now bakugo looks like something straight out of a horror movie. or like halfway to becoming one of those meatball things himself that shishikura-san from shiketsu was able to make.

 he’d been halfway to apologizing before stopping himself — turnabout was fair play, right? and kacchan had started it, so … he couldn’t just back down!   “ are you okay, kacchan? ”  he asks instead, reaching up to pick a lump of meat off and looking a mix of concerned and amused.

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GRABS HIS FACE. SQUISHES HIS CHEEKS.

 ❝  kacchan — whet go’h — ❞  izuku’s eyes are wide, brows drawn down at the edges in a pleading look, mouth in a pout. well. mouth attempting a pout, and failing, with the fish like imitation they’re making now. he manages to pry katsuki’s hands off of his face eventually — as much as he’s squishing it, it’s surprisingly easy to pull them away (well, as easy as things can ever be when dealing with kacchan, anyway) — and izuku rubs his cheeks, hands covering them protectively as he glares up at his ---friend. who happens to be a boy? (izuku’s still not sure what ... this is. what they are.) it’s not like they hurt or ache or anything, he just doesn’t want to have his cheeks squished again, thanks.  ❝  your displays of affection can be weird sometimes, kacchan … ❞   he mumbles.

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is it true that whenever the love of his life tells a joke he starts laughing and goes 'you're killing me' while holding his stomach, then before saying the next sentence mitsuki is just ;dont you fucking dare' but he dares anyway and says 'i'm dad now'

masaru is the king of dad jokes, it’s true. 

his favorite is ‘what’s brown and sticky?’ and hearing katsuki and mitsuki practically throw their chairs away as they get up to leave before going ‘a stick’ all self satisfied before they can escape

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licks his cheek (i'll make u a proper thing eventually i promise xoxo)

Izuku was almost SURE he was past this..... this LICKING. But, it’s back again. And even in it’s absence, he STILL isn’t sure how he felt about this.

“Ahhhhah, Hi Kacchan.”

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Don't mind him, he's just going to extend one of his arms and grab onto Deku's sleeve, right around where shoulder meets arm, and tug him backwards with a bit of a swirl so that he'd be facing him properly. "Hey, dumbass," without much of a warning, he'll lean a bit closer - press a small, firm kiss to the other's lips; a quick one, just a touch and it's gone, before pulling back. "Tie your fuckin' shoes."

(And if he looks real close, he’d be able to see a faint hint of a blush across the explosive boy’s cheeks.)

izuku let out a quiet noise when he felt himself be grabbed, getting ready to activate One For All, but once he saw katsuki’s face he relaxed. the surprised look was replaced by one of curiosity, izuku tilting his head a little bit as he wondered what the other boy wanted. he’d gone off with kirishima and kaminari earlier today, and so izuku assumed he was going to walk back to the dorms by himself after training. he hadn’t expected to see kacchan again until tonight.

he hadn’t expected the kiss either, and izuku at first is too surprised to do anything. he just stands there, like an idiot with unmoving lips, before his brain catches up to the present and he starts to kiss back. at least — he’d been planning to, before katsuki pulled away, and izuku opens his eyes. he didn’t remember closing them. his cheeks feel warm along with his heart, but there’s a tiny tug at the corners of his lips, a ghost of a pout, knowing the kiss had been so quick and he hadn’t been able to kiss back before it was over …   

❝ ah … thanks, kacchan … ❞   izuku mumbles, still in a bit of a daze, and it’s all he can do to not raise a hand to press to his lips, not wanting to forget the phantom feel of katsuki’s on them just yet. it’s a bit of a common occurrence now, sure, but it doesn’t change the fact that each time it happens izuku wants to commit it to memory. they’re always so short, though … quick, blink and you’ll miss it (quite literally). izuku’s fingers itch, he wants to reach out, wants to say no, come back, and for a moment, izuku decides against. but the light of the setting sun catches kacchan’s face just right, and izuku sees the pink on his cheeks, and izuku’s heart feels like it expands and melts and before kacchan can move too far away, before this can end, izuku grabs his sleeve, right by his wrist. 

it’s a bold move, on his part. touching katsuki so aggressively — stopping him, effectively, in his tracks. the silence that follows though isn’t tense or strained, and izuku … izuku feels comfortable in the fact that this is allowed. that he can grab kacchan, reach out for him —- and not be turned away. it’s this newfound knowledge that he draws on, that builds his confidence, shy though izuku remains in the way his eyes lower, eyelashes dipping down to meet his cheek as he gives a soft, secretive smile.  ❝ if i tie them … can i get another kiss? ❞   he asks —— teasing. it makes no sense at all, he knows. kacchan had done him a favor, letting him know about his shoes. but izuku … izuku doesn’t really care. he steps a bit closer, mindful of his untied laces so that he doesn’t trip and ruin the moment. the skin of katsuki’s wrist is warm against his fingers, katsuki always ran far hotter than most – literally and figuratively – and while the day was a bit stifling in its own heat, izuku only found comfort in katsuki’s warmth. knowing he was here. this was real. 

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boompunch replied to your post: that’s fine. that’s fine. he already had one dad...

haha

kacchan...

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pinches his nose

❝ kacchan! ❞  izuku protested, eyes squeezed shut as katsuki shook him by the nose. it wasn’t harsh like it once would have been, before — in fact, it wasn’t painful at all. more of an annoyane, really, and it was a testament to how close they’d grown, how comfortable izuku was with katsuki that after the initial shock, he opened his eyes and gave a pout. there was a look of annoyance in his eyes, and he lifted his hand, capturing katsuki’s own nose between the sides of his pointer and middle finger. 

it was a dangerous move, one that would have gotten someone’s hands (and face) blasted off. but izuku wasn’t someone, and he only stared defiantly back at his friend (…?), unwilling to let go until katsuki did.  ❝ let go owf mwe. ❞  he said, voice nasally thanks to kacchan’s fingers.

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tag drop 2/3 bc tumblr forgot all my tags and now im suffering trying to get them back

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Small kiss?

He steps forward, into Katsuki’s space — a hesitant step but with conviction and the knowledge that although he’s entering Katsuki’s personal space, he’s allowed to. This is something he can do, now, and he won’t suffer any consequences for it. But there’s an air of expectancy, whenever the unspoken line between them is broken, and Izuku meets Kacchan’s gaze fearlessly — if a bit embarrassed.

Izuku’s only a couple of inches away from Katsuki now, and even though he’s been here before, he can’t help the flutter of nerves that leave him feeling all funny and giddy. He can’t showing it on his face, either, when he reaches up, one hand coming to cup the side of Kacchan’s neck, thumb resting on his jawline, and Izuku has to go on his tiptoes to kiss the faint and ever persistent scowl off of his face.

It’s small and sweet, but Izuku can feel Kacchan kissing back, and when he does, Izuku can’t help the way a happy sound leaves him, or the way his lips curve to form a brilliant smile into the kiss.