#imagine bakugou in camo

[katsukis-sad-angel]

Come Back Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Warnings: BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG ANGST, swearing, soft baku alert

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Dear Y/n, This is the last letter I can send to you and I’m really sorry. Some retard sent a letter to his family and shit, the Vietnam bastards intercepted it, and it contained our plans for the next battle so a whole plan that could’ve ended this dumbass war was a waste. Our sergeants don’t have time to go through every letter that needs mailing, so we’re not allowed to send them anymore. Fortunately, you can still send me stuff. Next time you write, can you send a picture of you and the baby? It’s been three fucking years and I haven’t seen you or my baby girl once. This fucking war is ruining us… I love you so much baby, hold on until I get home ok? Love, Katsuki

P.S. I’m sorry you’re having those nightmares but for now, be safe and make sure your eating.

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You dropped the letter on your lap and put your face in your hands.

Your small daughter who sat at the table coloring stopped and looked at you with concern.

“Mommy? What’s the matter?” She asked in her adorable voice, moving her garnet irises to your face.

You tried to wipe your tears away quickly so she wouldn’t see, but she wasn’t just like your husband in looks…

She climbed into your lap and secured her arms around your neck, letting her legs dangle on either side of you.

“What did papa say this time?” She whispered softly stroking your hair with one hand.

That’s what Katsuki did when you were upset, except you sat in his lap.

“It’s not papa sweetie,” You choked, sniffing loudly and pressing your face into her shoulder, “He just told me he couldn’t send me letters anymore b-because someone else made a mistake.”

Those letters from him were pretty much the only thing keeping you sane.

You bit your lip, trying not full out bawl on your precious baby girl.

She was the only thing you had left of him.

His signature musk had disappeared from all of his clothes, looking at pictures only made you cry more, and Mitsuki and Masaru had been out of town a lot.

You held her close, kissing her cheek and ruffling her spiky pixie cut.

“You keep coloring Katsumi. Mommy will be right back.”

Setting her in her chair, you picked up his latest letter and went to your bedroom.

Pulling a box from under the bed, you lifted the lid and dropped the envelope inside.

Reaching in, you pulled out a crushed flower he’d sent you last year.

It was orange with a black middle.

Setting it back in the box, you picked up another letter and read it again.

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Dear Angel, I’m keeping that picture on me at all times. You are so fucking beautiful, you know that? I don’t think I tell you enough. You know what? I’m gonna tell your pretty ass what and why I love you. Baby, when I first met you, I didn’t think of you as ‘the girl with thicc thighs’ like all of the other assholes did. I fell in love with those eyes. I could fucking drown in them. Next, your mouth. This is going to make me sound all sentimental and shit, but I love your mouth. Your kisses take my fucking breath away, your voice can calm my mind in less than one fucking second, and when you smile, I swear to god, the whole fucking world stops. I hope Katsumi can’t read yet. Should probably stop writing the word ‘fuck.’ Screw it. I love your hugs too. Yeah, you can’t reach my neck when I stand up, but your cuddles are the best and I wish I had you for a good massage right now. You’re perceptive… but you learned that from me. When I feel like shit, you wouldn’t hesitate to do everything in your power to turn me back into the cocky asshole you married 5 years ago. Your thighs… yeah. Definitely your thighs. I know you think they’re too big, but I love to squeeze them and kiss them and bite them. Your skin. Damn, it always smells and tastes so good. You shouldn’t cover it up all the time. You’re such a fucking queen, my angel, and my baby. If you thought I’d find new love here, you’re so wrong. I think about you every day and I want this war to fucking end already so I can come home and hug you and never fucking let go. I hope you’re doing ok. I hope Katsumi is ok too. Try to stop crying honey, it’s not good for you, stay hydrated, and just know I love you and Katsumi so damn much. I love you to the moon and back and every day we’re apart feels like a fucking eternity without seeing you smile. Fuck, four whole fucking years. If this isn’t over soon, I’m coming back to you no matter what it takes. I’ll swim across the Sea of Japan if I have to. I love you, Katsuki

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Releasing a dismal wail and tears flowing down your cheeks, you dropped that one in the box and picked up another, and another and another.

His old cover.

Your broken locket containing a picture and a few pieces of ash-blonde hair.

The picture of him and his friends.

His official army photo.

A few of his training camp metals.

As you went through the heartbreaking contents of the box, tears poured down your face and soaked your shirt, the floor, and your leggings.

You couldn’t stop shaking and crying, unaware of your small daughter’s presence in the room, staring at you sadly through your door.

You curled up into a little ball of despair, trembling, crying, and whimpering softly as the reality of the situation sank in.

You were alone.

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2 years later…

You stood at the docs waiting for the ship to come in.

Katsuki was supposed to be on this boat.

You hadn’t heard from him in over 2 years now so how were you to know if he was alive or not?

When the Americans gave up the fight and went home, Japan had no choice except to regroup and recede from their territory and finally, the war was over.

Though, not many were celebrating.

With a loud honk, a huge army boat glided against the large concrete pier and a ramp was put down to let the soldiers off.

One after another, soldier after soldier of all ages exited the boat and into the arms of loved ones.

You began to lose hope.

Where was Katsuki?

He’d promised!

Katsumi, sensing your unease, squeezed your hand.

“Mommy, don’t worry! If daddy said he was coming, he is!”

Then, you saw him.

You put a hand over your mouth as you saw him moving toward you as fast as he could.

On crutches.

When he stood only a few feet away, he stopped.

Your eyes.

So different from when he’d left.

They were watery and sad, a permanent look of despair beaten into your (e/c) orbs.

“Y/n…” He breathed.

The scar.

It went from the side of his head to just under his cheekbone. It was purplish at the seem and it only made you want to cry more.

“Katsu… Katsuki…” You choked, taking a few steps closer to him, hands falling to your sides.

“I know baby, I know.” He whispered, “Come here.”

You fell into the arm he held out to you, burying your face in his chest and breaking down completely.

The crutch that supported him on that side clattered to the ground as he held you tightly, burying his pale face in your hair.

“Ssssh, don’t cry, I’m right here.” He swallowed, trying not to cry.

You gripped his shirt tightly, doing your best to calm down, but you just couldn’t.

All that was left of his left leg was a short stub.

He rubbed your back soothingly, his mind racing with how good it was to have you in his arms again.

He lifted your chin and kissed you.

Your hands took hold of the back of his head and pulled him closer.

When you finally let go, you were breathless.

Tears still leaked from the corners of your eyes and you couldn’t let go of his shirt again, but you couldn’t deny how relieved you were that he was still alive… even if his leg was gone.

“Holy shit baby,” He panted, staring deeply into your eyes, “I missed you so much.”

“I-I missed y-you t-to K-Katsuki,” You gasped, staring into those garnet eyes that the war had deprived you of, “I’m so happy you’re home.”

“You look tired sweetheart,” He placed a hand on your cheek, the warm sensation making you shiver, “I’m sorry I was gone so long.”

“It-It’s not your fault.” You murmured, “Just… when you stopped sending letters, I couldn’t sleep anymore.”

“Never again.” Katsuki kissed you again, “I’ll never leave your side again.”

“Thank you.” You whispered as he pulled you into his arms again.

Something tugged on the back of your shirt.

Katsuki let go of you and you saw your daughter, a handful of your shirt clenched in her fist and her little teeth digging into her pink lip.

You scooped her up and let her rest on your hip.

“Katsumi, meet your papa.” You said softly, a smile creeping onto your lips.

“I… I don’t want to.” She pouted, hiding in your shoulder.

“Wha-? Katsumi-”

“If that’s the guy that made you cry for hours and have nightmares and throw up every morning, and cry whenever you say my name, and cry when you read the letters, and not eat dinner, and have panic attacks, then I don’t like him.” She cried, grabbing your shirt again, “You shouldn’t love him either!”

You paled.

“You… you did?” Katsuki asked, his own features changing color, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to stress too much. You needed to focus on coming back alive and trying to win! Not your stupid wif who can’t stomach anything!”

“Panic attacks, nightmares… Y/n…”

He looked at you, and then at his trembling daughter.

“Katsumi,” He stated, carefully going down on the only knee he had.

You set her down, but she hid her face in your stomach.

“Come here pumpkin.”

Reluctantly, Katsumi turned around and walked toward her father.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, “I couldn’t send your mom letters cuz some idiot made a dumb choice. She didn’t tell me what was going on and I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help her or take care of you.”

He ruffled his daughter’s spiky locks and smirked.

“You took good care of her for me. Thanks.”

Kissing her forehead, he stood up, gripping his crutches tightly. Then he leaned down and picked her up.

Katsumi squealed and tried to fight back, but his warmth and the safety she felt while being held killed her fighting spirit so soon she pressed her face into her father’s shirt.

“Let’s go home.” You smiled, the sweet scene that had just taken place between your husband and your daughter making your heart throb.

Katsuki nodded, taking in the sight of his goddess-like wife in a blazing orange sunset, the salty sea wind ruffling her hair and blouse.

Breathtaking.

With that, Katsuki Bakugou went home.

Home.

It certainly was a nice word, wasn’t it.

NOT MY ART!!

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[kawaiikichi]

Talk (BKDK)

I legit woke up in a cold sweat one night and suddenly felt the need to write a BKDK one-shot. So this is what came to mind.

With Bakudeku, I’ve always kept thinking about the ‘what-ifs’ in their future and how things would turn out if these two actually sat down and talked shit out.

This was actually meant to be my debut one-shot for both Bakudeku and BNHA, but because of unforeseeable circumstances, the Pocky Day one ended up being my first one instead.

I hope you guys like it! :D

Title: Talk

Summary: After having to give up his pro hero career two years ago, twenty-three year old Izuku is working at a bar in order to get some money and hopefully get his life together. One night, he gets an unexpected customer, who is someone that he hasn’t seen since graduating from UA.

You can also read it on AO3!

One-shot is under the cut!

Izuku stood behind the bar, polishing a glass as he listened to Ochaco complain about her lackluster day at the agency while drinking one glass of beer after another.

“And so, that’s how my day went: just patrolling the town. Like, that has its perks, but I was hoping for something bigger today! Like, Iida and I were texting not too long ago and he managed to bust a drug ring in Ginza!” she whined.

“I can see what you mean...” Izuku trailed off with a light chuckle.

He observed her as she chugged down her third glass of beer.

“I think you should stop drinking, Uraraka. You’re quite drunk already.” he commented.

“I don’t wanna though, Dekuuuuuu!” Ochaco stretched out across the counter, pressing her cheek to the cool surface as she stared at him.

“Should I call a taxi for you?”

“Nope! Don’t call one! I’ll call one myself when I’m ready!”

“Are you sure? Because I’ll call for you if you’re unable to.”

“I’m goooooooood~”

Izuku sighed as he set the glass down. He filled another glass with some ice water and slid it in front of Ochaco in hopes that it would sober her up as he looked at the television that hung in one corner of the bar, its fluorescent light brightening the area around it. While the volume was pretty low, he managed to get the gist of what was happening based on what they were showing along with the headline that ran along the bottom of the screen.

A picture of Katsuki from when he was fighting some villains in America was shown on the screen, causing Izuku to bite his lip as he briefly reflected on his pro hero career before the intense battle that ultimately made him have to give it all up.

He never admitted it out loud, but every time he saw his childhood friend on television, it made him glad that Katsuki was able to achieve his dream. Heck, he even moved to America and created his own agency there.

Katsuki was doing great in the hero world, unlike him, who had resorted to serving people drinks at a small bar in Roppongi.

A video of Katsuki’s recent endeavors in New York City began to play as Izuku’s thoughts began to meander into the unknown.

Kacchan...I wonder how he’s doing now...

He stared at the television, finding himself fascinated by the way Katsuki skillfully dealt with some villains robbing a bank as Ochaco began to beg him to give her another glass of beer. Her loud whining was what made him break eye contact with the television and he shot her a disapproving look.

“No, I’m not going to give you any more beer. You’re too drunk.” he chided.

Ochaco began to throw a fit as he nudged the untouched glass of water closer to her.

“Come on, drink some of that and sober up.” he told her as the door opened, the bell chiming.

“Ah, welcome in—“ Izuku looked over at the door only to freeze.

He was imagining things, right? Because there was certainly no way in hell that Bakugou Katsuki had just walked through that door.

He blinked his eyes twice and when that did nothing for him, he pinched his arm. Letting out a small yelp at the light pain that bloomed from his arm, he was forced to accept that this was actually happening.

What is going on here? I was just wondering how he was doing and then he shows up as if on cue, he thought to himself.

He was shocked beyond belief.

“...Kacchan?!” Izuku exclaimed in shock.

Katsuki looked over and his red eyes immediately zeroed in on Izuku. His eyes slowly narrowed, which made Izuku gulp.

“...What the fuck? Deku?” he barked out.

“Hm? Deku, why do you look so shocked—“ Ochaco followed Izuku’s gaze and she paled upon seeing Katsuki.

“Bakugou?!” she squeaked out.

She suddenly seemed like she had sobered up a bit upon seeing her former classmate. Katsuki glanced over at Ochaco.

“It’s Round Face, too.” he commented.

He then redirected his attention to Izuku.

“Out of all the fucking bars in Roppongi that Shitty Hair told me to check out, you had to be working at this one, Deku.” he bit out.

“This...it’s just a coincidence, Kacchan!” Izuku exclaimed.

“Coincidence, huh...” Katsuki trailed off.

Ochaco looked back and forth between Izuku and Katsuki before laughing nervously.

“Hey, Deku? I think I’m just gonna go...” she slid some money across the counter. “Good luck with him.” she said.

“Wait, you’re going to leave me by myself?!” Izuku exclaimed.

Ochaco didn’t respond as she quickly rushed out, closing the door behind her. Now, it was just Izuku and Katsuki in the bar. Izuku swallowed, his heart pounding loudly in his ears.

What do I do, what do I do, what do I do?! It’s been a few years since we last saw each other. Should I just act normally around him, he thought to himself.

“I see you still mumble to yourself.” Bakugou commented.

Izuku’s hand flew over his mouth.

Shit, I can’t believe I said that out loud! How embarrassing, he thought to himself.

“Whatever.” Katsuki took his hands out of his camo patterned jacket that he had on over a black shirt. “Just get me something to drink.” he said.

“A drink? Y-Yeah, of course...” he watched as Katsuki got closer. “What would you like exactly...?” he asked.

“Just some whiskey. Preferably Fireball, if you have any.” Katsuki replied.

“I think we have some.” Izuku said as he began to gather a glass along with a bottle of the Fireball whiskey Katsuki had requested.

“Also, pour something for yourself.” Katsuki said.

Izuku nearly dropped the glass.

“Pour something for myself?” he questioned.

“Are you deaf, Deku? I said to pour something for yourself. I wanna talk.” he said.

“Talk...about what?” Izuku asked.

Katsuki glowered at him, his brows knitted and lips turned downward in a scowl.

“Goddammit, you still ask too many fucking questions. Just pour yourself a drink, annoying Deku.” he barked out.

“O-Okay! I will! Just...” Izuku glanced over at the door that led to the back room. “Let me see if I get someone to cover for me while I go on break...” he trailed off.

“Do what you need to do. I’ll be sitting at that booth over there.” Katsuki turned and headed towards the booth he motioned at before. “And make sure you hurry it up because I don’t have all evening! Make me wait and I’ll blast you out of this goddamn bar!” he snapped, holding his hand out and making some small flames explode from them as proof that he will do it.

Izuku yelped.

“Okay, okay!” he squeaked out as he hurried to make Katsuki’s drink along with his own, his heart pounding in his ears all the while as he eyed Katsuki plopping down into the booth and drumming his fingers against the table impatiently.

As he looked away, he barely missed the way Katsuki’s eyes were trained on his every movement, his fiery eyes blazing with an emotion that Izuku couldn’t quite place.

🧡💚🧡💚

After calling for one of his coworkers to take over for him, which ended with his coworker insisting that he get off his shift early and Izuku taking him up on that, he sat across from Katsuki with a glass of cola in front of him and a glass of Fireball in front of the blond.

He twisted the pastel blue straw in between his fingers as he eyed Katsuki, who only stared at him with pointed red eyes as he took small sips from his whiskey.

If Izuku was being honest, this situation was just downright awkward.

What in the world am I even supposed to say? How do I even start this conversation? Does he plan on starting it or does he want me to do it? I mean, shit, I was definitely not expecting Kacchan to show up from out of nowhere, so I don’t know how to handle this situation. The last time I saw him was when we graduated from UA and then he left for the States soon after. So technically, that was also the last time I spoke to him because we didn’t keep in touch after that. I mean, I don’t see why we would, to be honest. Our relationship got a little better after that fight we had and during the house arrest in the dorm, but it’s not like we got close enough to actually talk like friends would and exchange numbers and text all the time and hang out together—

“You’re fucking doing it again.”

Izuku jolted, his knee hitting the table as he stared at Katsuki, who shot him an annoyed look.

“You’re supposed to be talking to me, not to yourself, annoying Deku.” he bit out.

Izuku’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment upon realizing that he was muttering out loud again, his hand flying up to cover his mouth.

“Sorry, Kacchan...” he trailed off.

Katsuki only scoffed in response as he took another sip. As soon as he set his glass down, Izuku finally decided that now would be a good time to initiate the conversation.

“So...what brings you back to Japan?” he asked.

“I’m opening a branch for my agency here.” Katsuki replied.

“I see...” Izuku trailed off as he took a sip from his straw.

The bubbly liquid tickled his throat and made his stomach all fluttery, but that was nothing compared to how he felt sitting across from Kacchan, whose gaze made Izuku feel as if the blond were staring directly into his soul.

“Then, you’re just here to make sure that everything is going well with the construction?” Izuku asked.

“Well, that’s part of it.” Katsuki replied.

This piqued Izuku’s interest.

“Part of it?” he eyed Katsuki in surprise. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“Why does it matter to you?” Katsuki short back.

“You’re the one that brought it up, so don’t try and change the subject.”

“Fuck you.”

“Just tell me already.” Izuku said with an exasperated sigh.

“Have you always been this snappy?” Katsuki asked, his eyebrow twitching.

“Things change, you know. Like I told you before, I’m not the same ‘Deku’ you used to know.” Izuku told him.

Katsuki’s eyebrows continued to twitch and Izuku feared for a split second that he would send a blast in his direction. However, Katsuki simply finished his drink and called out to the bartender to fill up another glass with the spiced whiskey. Katsuki stood and retrieved his drink before returning to the booth and sitting back down with a huff. He took a sip as Izuku spoke.

“Will you tell me?” he asked.

Katsuki breathed out an annoyed sigh.

“Fucking fine. I’ll tell you, so stop fucking asking, Deku.” Katsuki set his glass down. “I’m moving back.” he said.

“You are?” Izuku questioned in surprise.

“It’s all the fucking news is talking about these days.”

“Really...”

Izuku stirred his drink with his straw.

“Is there...a reason why you’re coming back to Japan? I thought you would’ve liked it in the States.” he asked.

“No particular reason.” Katsuki replied.

Izuku’s brows arched at this.

This wasn’t like the blond. Katsuki Bakugou never did things for no reason. There was always a reason behind his actions, no matter how big or small or ridiculous it would be. So for him to tell Izuku that meant there was something more to this. He just wasn’t sure what that was.

Izuku was tempted to ask, but he figured that Katsuki might blow up on him like he usually did, so he decided against it.

“Okay then...” he trailed off.

He took more sips from his soda as he observed Katsuki.

The blond didn’t really change much. Besides the black stud that he had on his right ear and the fact that he was being a little more mellow than Izuku remembered, he was still the same Katsuki that called him Deku and threatened to use his quirk on him if he pissed him off too much. He was still hot-headed, easy to anger, prideful, handsome, cute, and just downright sexy—

Izuku blushed before he could stop himself.

Oh my god, what am I thinking?! I thought I stopped feeling this way towards Kacchan...unless that was a complete lie and I’m still head over heels in love with him, he thought to himself.

He watched as Katsuki brought the glass back to his lips, the amber liquid slipping past them. Izuku swallowed as Katsuki set his glass back down.

“Oi, Deku.”

Izuku jolted as he was pulled out of his thoughts. Katsuki scanned him before speaking.

“I heard about what happened between you and that villain two years ago.” he said.

Izuku stiffened.

“Oh...that.” he said.

He bit his lip as Katsuki continued.

“I watched the fight live. Hearing that your injuries were beyond repair and that you wouldn’t be able to work as a pro hero anymore came as a shock.” he stared off into the distance. “It’s a shame that they lost a good pro hero so soon.” he mumbled under his breath.

Izuku wasn’t sure if he was meant to hear that last sentence, but it made his heart flutter nonetheless.

In that moment, he wanted to slap himself.

No, you did not just flutter. You should not be fluttering, stupid heart, he told himself.

He finished off his soda as he looked at his phone.

“It’s this late already?” he began to panic. “I need to get home and feed Pochi and Kacchan before taking them on their walk—“ Katsuki cut Izuku off before he could continue rambling.

“Wait, hold up. Pochi and who now?” he asked.

“Uh, Pochi and Kacchan? They’re my two Pomeranians.” Izuku replied, quickly pulling up a picture of them on his phone and showing it to Katsuki.

Katsuki glared at the photo, boring holes into the square cellular device as he shot daggers at Izuku.

“You think you’re so fucking funny, Deku, naming your dog that.” he barked out, small flames erupting from his palm.

“He looked like you, Kacchan, how could I not name him that?” Izuku questioned.

“You really want me to blast you, don’t you?”

“Please don’t.”

Izuku pocketed his phone, stuffing it into his pants pocket and sliding out of the booth.

“But really, I need to go. I’m pretty sure you have things to do as well, so I’ll get going.” he fidgeted a little. “It was...nice to see you, Kacchan.” he told him.

As he turned and got ready to leave, Katsuki called out to him.

“Wait.”

That single word made Izuku stop in his tracks. He turned, watching as Katsuki slid out of the booth and left some cash on the table.

“I’ll walk you back.” he said.

“H-Huh?!” Izuku’s cheeks flushed red. “You don’t need to do that, Kacchan! I can go back on my own.” he told him.

“Let me walk you back.”

“I said you don’t need to do that—“

“Refuse my offer one more time and I’ll fucking blast you into next Thursday, fussy Deku.” Katsuki bit out, flames erupting from his hand again in warning.

“Th-Then, please take care of me!” Izuku shouted in a shrill voice, quickly bowing before him.

“You don’t need to fucking bow, Deku.” Izuku stood back up as Katsuki smacked him lightly on the back, nudging him forward. “Let’s go.” he said.

Izuku could only nod as he followed the blond out of the bar.

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Izuku and Katsuki walked side by side through the quiet streets, neither of them saying a word. Their breaths came out in white puffs like cigarette smoke, signaling how cold it was. Every once in a while, their fingers would accidentally brush together, causing Izuku to quickly yank his hand back as his heart raced erratically.

Why am I acting like some giddy schoolgirl? I seriously need to stop, he told himself.

A particularly cold breeze rippled through the air, making Izuku shudder. He hugged himself, rubbing his arms in hopes that that would make him somewhat warm.

Damn him for not bringing a jacket to work with him.

Just then, he felt something warm cover his trembling and cold body. He tugged lightly on it in surprise, seeing that it had an oddly familiar camo pattern. He whipped his head to look at Katsuki so fast that he nearly got whiplash from it.

“K-Kacchan?!” he exclaimed.

“Just keep that on you.” Katsuki replied, still looking ahead.

“But...won’t you be cold, too?” Izuku asked.

“I’ll be fine. They invented long-sleeved shirts for a fucking reason, you know, Deku.” Katsuki stated.

Izuku scrunched his nose.

“There you go, being rude again.” he commented.

“Fucking deal with it.” Katsuki shot back.

Izuku pouted as he looked away. He pulled Katsuki’s jacket more over him and he couldn’t help but inhale Katsuki’s scent. The hints of spice and cologne all screamed Katsuki and it made his shivering stop. His scent was somehow calming.

They eventually arrived at Izuku’s apartment thanks to his directions, stopping in front of a door that had the number 202 on it.

“Well, this is the place. Thank you for walking me back even though I insisted that I could go by myself.” he reached into his pants pocket for his keys. “I’ll see you around, I guess.” he said.

He took his keys out and pushed it into the slot as Katsuki spoke.

“Deku.”

“Yeah?”

Izuku looked over and was surprised to see the serious look on Katsuki’s face. Yeah, the blond was always serious, but this was different. It certainly felt different.

“Kacchan...?” Izuku spoke with a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

“There was something that I lied about.” Katsuki admitted.

“Huh?” Izuku answered, blinking his eyes twice in confusion.

Katsuki lied about something? Well, that was something Izuku never heard before, especially since the blond was notorious for speaking his mind, regardless of how harsh his words came off as.

“My reason for coming back. I do have one.” Izuku sword he saw the blond blush. “It was because I missed you, annoying Deku.” Katsuki said.

Izuku blinked once. Then twice. Then Katsuki’s words registered in his mind and a blush crawled onto his cheeks.

Wait, did he just say what I think he just said, he mentally screamed.

“You...what?” Izuku asked.

“I said,” Katsuki walked over to him and trapped him against the door, one arm over Izuku’s head and the other against the door, fingers splayed out, “I missed you.” he said.

Izuku’s breath caught in his throat as he stared up into Katsuki’s red eyes, which held a blazing fire in them. It made him swallow, his heart racing faster. Katsuki’s hand traveled to caress his cheek before long fingers trailed along the side of his cup and gripping his chin, tilting it upward gingerly.

The simple touch sent sparks through Izuku and made fireworks erupt from within as Katsuki began to lean in. As Katsuki’s breath mingled with his own, Izuku realized what was about to happen.

Whoa, whoa, hold on, full stop! What is Kacchan doing?! He can’t be trying to kiss me, right? I mean, we just saw each other after so long! This is too sudden! I don’t think my heart can take this, he thought to himself.

“W-Wait, Kacchan!” Izuku exclaimed as he brought his hand over his mouth.

His heart jumped six feet into the air as Katsuki’s lips pressed themselves against his fingers. He glowered at Izuku.

“What, Deku? Why did you stop me?” he growled out.

“I...” Izuku slowly lowered his hand, which made Katsuki pull away. “Kacchan, this is very sudden...why did you try to kiss me just now...?” he asked.

“I thought that was obvious.”

“Then your definition of obvious must be different from mine because I don’t know.”

“Fine, I’ll tell you. And you better remember it, Deku.”

Katsuki leaned in towards Izuku’s breath, his breath tickling the shell of it. Izuku almost let out a small sigh as Katsuki spoke, his voice low and husky.

“I like you, Deku.” he said.

Izuku’s face resembled that of a rose. His heart almost leaped out of his chest as Katsuki’s words played over and over in his mind like a broken record.

Kacchan...likes me. Kacchan likes me...oh my god, Kacchan likes me! He has feelings for me! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god...!

He bit his lip.

But...again, this really is too sudden. I can’t just bring myself to say “I love you too!” and then start dating him. He was mean to me back when we were younger. Now he suddenly likes me?

He glanced at Katsuki, who also had a blush of his own on his cheeks.

But...it seems like he means it. Kacchan couldn’t fake a blush to save his life, anyway. That’s one thing I’ve always liked about him: he’s painfully honest with himself and straightforward about how he feels. Maybe I should give this a chance.

“Kacchan, I...this doesn’t feel right. We should go slow, don’t you think?” he suggested.

“Slow?” Katsuki questioned, acting as if Izuku suggested something crazy.

“Like, I don’t know, let’s talk and get to really know each other. Take me out on some dates and let’s have fun doing things together. Only then can we take the next step and you can...” the blush began to spread to Izuku’s ears. “...kiss me...” he murmured.

Katsuki stared at Izuku for what felt like forever. Then, he released a loud sigh.

“Fine...fucking fine! We can go slow! But don’t think I’ll be able to hold back forever. You know how quickly my patience can run out.” Katsuki said.

“I know, I know.” Izuku said.

“Now, give me your phone.” Katsuki said, extending his hand out.

“My phone?” Izuku parroted.

“How the hell am I supposed to give you my number otherwise? Give it.” Katsuki bit out.

“Alright, alright...” Izuku pulled his phone out. “You’re still as demanding as always.” he commented as he unlocked it.

“Zip it, Deku.” Katsuki snapped as he snatched the phone out of his hand.

He went into Izuku’s contacts and added his before handing the phone back to him.

“Here. I’ll text you when I figure things out.” Katsuki told him.

“Alright. I’ll be looking forward to it.” Izuku said with a smile.

“You better!” Katsuki turned to leave. “Good night, Deku.” he said.

“Good night, Kacchan.” Izuku replied.

He waved as Kacchan rose his hand and waved nonchalantly. The blond disappeared soon after. Izuku sighed, his heart finally calming down.

“Now, time to feed Pochi and Kacchan and then take them on their walk...” he trailed off as he unlocked the door and stepped inside.

Immediately, two balls of fluff rushed over to greet him.

“Ah!” Izuku laughed. “Hey Kacchan, Pochi!” he greeted.

Izuku bent down to pet them, Kacchan placing his paws on Izuku’s knee and licking his cheek as Izuku giggled.

“Kacchan, stop that!” he said as his phone dinged.

He looked down and saw that it was a text from Katsuki.

Already, he asked himself.

He went into his messages and read what the blond sent him.

Katsuki: Meet me in front of that bar you work at on Saturday at 6. We’re gonna go out to eat. And yes, I’m asking you out on a date, don’t you dare tell me no.

Izuku couldn’t help but laugh.

“That is so Kacchan...” he trailed off.

He typed out his response, a smile on his face.

Izuku: It’s a date, then. See you on Saturday, Kacchan.