#jock izuku

[feverdreamsandlucidnightmares]

Im briefly emerging from my trigun obsession to tell you that seeing nerd x jock AUs for bakudeku is deeply funny to me because, first of all, they are both nerds and jocks. Its like the AP kids who also do varsity sports. They’re batshit feral gremlin children with inferiority complexes. Secondly, how do you pick which one is the jock and which one is the nerd for the AU?? Because I see jock!Bakugou and nerd!Midoriya way more often and I think we’re collectively missing out on the comedic potential of it being the other way around. I can think of several instances of Bakugou canonically running study groups and shit, but also Midoriya has canonically worked out more than even All Might wants him to and can move at least 650lbs even before starting at UA. He pulled All Might (560lbs) on top of a fridge (100-400lbs) on a beACH. And finally, I’m sorry if the height difference throws off your usual jock x nerd flirting dynamics but just make Midoriya a gremlin to counteract it, it’ll be funny.

[jamman42]

Based off that one drawing that for the life of me, cant find :(

[keistoji]

commission for Inouye_R47 on twitter! 🧡💚

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[lars-n-drix]

Profic Party days 4-6;

event by @profiction-edits

A rarepair that you like but don't talk about much; Konig x Valeria [Call of Duty]

A crossover ship; Izuku Midoriya x Miles Morales [BNHA x Spiderverse]

A poly ship; BFs webcomic polycule

[camgirlkaminari]

god it really is so funny that horikoshi made a protagonist who is just a meat head. on some gym bro type shit. super hero manga mcs written after 2014 can't relax all they know is special interest, kacchan, eat fried pork, lift weights and die. obsessed with him

[martian-writes]

Do You Think I'm Spooky? (Part 1)

Ya'll hear me out!

Ya know the "Why would i make them uncomfortable?" "It probably has todo with your reputation" tiktok sound? Okay yes. Listen.

Artist Izuku

Prep/jock Katsuki

HS AU

Hitoshi n Izuku r cousins here.

Izuku transfering to his cousin's school after his parents decided to move back to Japan from America.

Izuku is a bit exotic to the student body and its not because he dresses like he ready for a funeral. No it's his style of art, Izuku has a tendency to paint, draw really morbid things.

Izuku has a deep love for horror and gore and it shows in his art. No one can deny he is talented though, a visionary.

He is just... spooky...

Katsuki has the oddest curiosity about the boy.

He can't exactly put his finger on it.

"Eyebags. Where is blood n gore?" Katsuki says to Hitoshi who is sitting in an empty hallway trying to study.

Hitoshi looks up from his textbook "who?"

"Wednesday Addams"

An amused smile graces Hitoshi lips, he knows exactly who Katsuki is talk about, he is just fuckin with him.

"Who?"

Katsuki sucks his teeth "Deku."

Hitoshi blinks "I don't know a deku so /again/ who?"

"You are such a bitch. Your 'woe is me' ass cousin" Katsuki says through gritted teeth 

"Ohhhh" Hitoshi says "You mean Izuku"

"No shit"

"You should know. You are like always up his ass"

Katsuki ears tinge pink "Do not"

"Mhm sure mr quarterback" Hitoshi looks back his textbook "Art room. He has been there all day"

"Thanks asshole"

Hitoshi hums. Katsuki heads to the art room. When he reaches it, Izuku sits in the dark, in front of an easel, head thrown back. He has one worn out doc propped on the bottom of the easel. Hands shoved deep into his black cargo pants.

Katsuki steps into the room hoping to be quiet but his sneakers squeak against the floor making Izuku's head fly forward. Green eyes pin Katsuki to his spot, his eyes looking impossibly green and bright in the dark. Almost cat-like, it makes Katsuki shiver.

"H-hi" Katsuki curses himself for stuttering

"What are you doin here?" Is Izuku's reply

"W-well. I- um" Katsuki never gets nervous and yet his stomach is somersaulting and he is sweating.

Izuku raises his pierced brow "You were looking for me... weren't you?"

Katsuki doesn't say anything.

"You know" Izuku says "Most people stay away from me"

Katsuki steps closer "its because you make them uncomfortable"

Izuku is no longer looking at him but at his canvas.

"Now why would /I/ make them so uncomfortable?"

Katsuki shrugs & walks closer "You have a reputation"

Izuku scoffs "I have a reputation?"

Katsuki hums walking closer till he is near the easel. He never peers over to see what Izuku is working on, it's a thing for him.

He doesn't like people seeing his uncompleted work. Once a girl had peered at his work and the death glare she got honestly could kill.

"They feel that your methods, your art is-"

Izuku stands up towering over Katsuki, a grin adorning his beautiful freckled face. His canines on display "Spooky?"

He tilts his head, eyes scanning Katsuki's face before leaning closer to the ash blonde. Katsuki scans his face, Izuku is so pretty and no one should look this good in a mullet but here he is defying all logic by being hot.

Izuku wraps his large hand around Katsuki's wrist, placing a hand over his eyes. Izuku places Katsuki in front of the easel, leaning close, warm breath fanning over the shell of his ear.

"Do you think I'm spooky?" Izuku whispers, removing his hand from over Katsuki's eyes.

Katsuki blinks away blurriness before his breath hitches. The canvas is completely painted a deep blood red.

But center if the canvas... is...

It's Katsuki.

He is finger painted in the blood red paint. But it is so detailed, his face in a scowl, eyes sharp. Wrinkles in between his brows.

Its so

"Beautiful" Katsuki whispers

"Yeah? Doesn't. Creep you out that it looks like I drew you in blood?"

Katsuki can't look away, he shakes his head.

Izuku hums and leans against a table.

"You are weird pretty boy"

The nickname snaps Katsuki out of it. He turns to the greenette.

"Am i?" He questions

Izuku nods.

Katsuki steps closer to him "I don't find you spooky"

Now Izuku's breath hitches

"Am I still weird?"

Izuku's eyes drop to Katsuki's lips

"Very".

Katsuki surges forward pressing their lips together for a second. He pulls away & Izuku digs his ringed fingers into Katsuki's spikey locks. Pulling him closer to kiss him longer, deeper.

[princess-of-purple-prose]

[ID: A My Hero Academia manga panel of Hatsume and Midoriya speaking. Hatsume laughs holds up a jet pack, and she says, "Perhaps this one's to your liking? It's modeled on a certain hero's backpack, with a few additions of my own…" Midoriya, excited, exclaims, "Ah. Could be be? Buster Hero Air Jet's pack?! I love that guy. His agency used to be in my neighborhood..." A small bubble shows the aforementioned hero and his jet pack, captioned "See the opening spread of chapter 1!" End ID]

fucking crying shame that these two's friendship was never really developed. their separate but related obsessions would make em get along like a house on fire. literally. i think they would commit arson together

[strawberijasper]

Cheerleader!Deku x jock!Bakugou but hear me out…it’s sapphic…

Izuku with a cute high pony and bows, wearing her girlfriend’s team jacket over her cheer uniform. It’s big and warm and smells like Kacchan and Izuku steals it any chance she can get. Katsuki with short hair and muscles… idk what sport she’d play but she’s playing one of them and she’s 100% the star player. Team captain type vibes probably. A hot head on the field but then Izuku is running up to her and her scowl drops, replaced with the most whipped expression the team has ever seen.

Or Katsuki “hanging out” (standing around silently) with her team, only half listening to the conversation. She sees green hair out of the corner of her eye and her expression softens, eyes light up. She walks away abruptly to her friends calling after her, but she doesn’t hear them. Katsuki throws her arm over Izuku’s shoulders, startling the poor girl. The other girls on the cheer team giggle and excuse themselves, leaving the two lovebirds alone.

I’d write something with this but I don’t actually know anything about sports, might draw it one of these days tho. Idk I think it’s cute.

[sapphicflower-ao3]

what are ur personal favorite fics? i can be a bit picky and have a hard time finding fics but i love ur writing and i feel like we might have similar tastes based on that :3

i'm sorry it took me like a week to get to this!! i wanted to compile my faves and write notes for each of them... and i went overboard LOL. but thanks so much omg, i'm flattered that you would trust my taste based on my writing!

these are all bkdk obviously :)

i. 'In Case of Fire' - passengerside

post-canon // complete // 11K // E

an absolute MASTERPIECE!!! this author has become a recent favourite of mine, i love the way they incorporate little details into their work and make the mundane so beautiful.

highly recommend all of their other works, especially 'Pacemaker'! so freaking beautiful and fun and the lead up to the confession was a genuine holding-my-breath moment

ii. 'Sun Hands' - yesthisisnarumi

snowboarding AU // complete // 5K // T

i've re-read this one so many times it's SOOOOO good! so fun and so classically bkdk it's insane. everybody say thank you OP for giving us the rival olympic champions to lovers story we needed

iii. 'all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing' - maxisnotokay

UA compliant // complete // 11K // T

i dont usually read a lot of whump but this was brilliant, im a sucker for this specific trope and for LOVE CONFESSIONS YEASS!!! obvi it has a happy ending bc i wouldnt have it any other way. a good length too :)

iv. 'Spinnin' On Our Feet' - sage_and_cinnamon

High School AU // ongoing // 47K // M

UNDERRATED AS FUCK and my favourite ongoing fic right now. i usually dont read jock x nerd AUs but this fic is so brilliantly funny and charming and heartwarming and it blew all my expectations out of the water and then some. i've been following it for ages and it's been on hiatus for a good while, but it updated recently and when i tell you it was the best day of my freaking life...

v. 'In Perfect Rhythm' - chalk

Band AU // complete // 50K // E

yes how surprising, a band AU fic in my faves list. anyway shut up, chalk is literally godlike in their writing and this fic was SO FUN and scratched all the itches. nothing gets me going more than awkwardly endearing izuku n rockstar katsuki

vi. 'Last Days of War' - antisora

Pacific Rim AU // complete // 44K // M

GENUINELY ONE OF HUMANITY'S BEST PIECES OF LITERATURE???? fuck. i never have the proper words for this fic, but it is SO gripping and the worldbuilding is so tight and their relationship development is so good and the CLIMAX OF THIS HAS BEEN MORE EPIC THAN HALF THE BLOCKBUSTERS I'VE SEEN. i beg you to read this even if you have never watched Pacific Rim. or maybe go watch the movie and get EDUCATED and then read this! i'm begging you, dear reader!!

vii. 'Ingenium' - crandberrycrush

Astronauts AU // complete // 85K // E

guys i love sci-fi sorry lol. this one is another brilliant fic. OP put so much blood, sweat and tears into research and it shows, it is just very intelligent and the plot itself is HEART RACING and GUTTING and THRILLING. there's a lot of POVs and it really fleshes it out, tho ofc bkdk is the main thing. happy ending obvi! it is the space/astronaut drama that i love and adore, just BKDKified now!

viii. 'The Magic in a Mirror' - totallyrottentomatoes

Magic/Circus AU // complete // 80K // E

oh how surprising, a totallyrottentomaoes fic in my faves list. anyone who knows me knows that i rec this fic all the time. it's one of my all time favourites, if not my favourite of all time lol, and it's really because of the writing and the imagery and the characterisation and the relationships b/w all the characters. it's all just so well done and MAGICAL. no joke, if i could print and bind a fic into a book, it would be this one. no notes. perfection. caters to my tastes so specifically. i could go on about this fic forever but i'll shut up for now

also highly recommend 'The Distance Between Suns' by this author - it's a high fantasy epic with TIGHT AS FUCK worldbuilding, brilliantly written, the romance is BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN, the payoffs are amazing, etc... this deserves to be published and revered

ix. 'Battle of the Bands' - roadtripwithlucifer

Band AU // complete // 168K // E

look i know i always rec this fic, i just can't help that it's like my favourite thing ever. roadtripwithlucifer and totallyrottentomatoes my BELOVEDS. the humour in this fic is so fucking yummy and brilliant, the writing is gorgeous in typical roadtrip fashion, the stakes are gripping, the climax is thrilling, the romance n yearning is INTENSE, the sex is hot as hell, the ending is so satisfying, just..... the whole package.

and while you're here, read other roadtripwithlucifer works like 'Nothing Else Fills' if you feel like destroying your heart :) an angsty and beautifully written time-travel-to-save-my-kacchan-gone-wrong war AU fic. i love OP's works but her more recent fics (eg. after battle of the bands) have had some of her best writing. i adore it when you can feel how an author has poured their soul into their work, you can always feel it in a roadtripwithlucifer work and it's just the cherry on top

x. 'Scar Tissue' - Loriqod

canon-compliant // complete // 18K // E

loriqod is another author with a characterisation that i fuck with so hard... this one was so full of that Yearning and Tension that i so vibe with. bonus points to the plots focus on bkdk's scars like yes pls more of that <3

anyway i might make a part 2 some other time, these are just the ones i grabbed from my public bookmarks. i have a lot of private ones and some of them i forgot to make public oops

hope u find smth u enjoy!

[izukusjuicythighs]

bkdk fics i read because was it ever casual

Horikoshi keeps feeding us bkdk crumbs like wtf??at this point they HAVE to be canon bkdk hospital kiss confirmed I was izukus freckle ALSO IM KINDA IN A BLOCK RN whenever I finish a fic my yappin brain always has something to say but rn its real quiet so uh🤡

left me no choice(but to stay here forever)

summary: Izuku learns early on in life that the people he loves will always leave him.

So when Kacchan asks him to be his boyfriend, Izuku kisses him and starts grieving for the inevitable.

words: 6,925

chapters: 3/4(updating)

notes: im quite aware that its a bitchy move to inflict pain on ppl but jm gonna do it anyways lol READ THIS AND WEEP I literally wanted to gorge my heart out and then slap all of my love into izuku idk it evokes complicated feelings??normally hate reading unfinished fics BUT THIS!!gave me a life changing experience within 7000words dammit

be my good luck charm

summary: See, the thing is, Midoriya Izuku had been born with a curse. It’s not a curse that’s particularly visible. He doesn’t have horns, or a tortured face, and it’s not the kind of silly curse like a friend of his had way down south in Diagnor, wherein the girl had been born without the ability to say the word duck. Midoriya Izuku is just extremely unlucky.

(Or the AU in which Izuku's the world's unluckiest traveling merchant, and Katsuki is someone who may be able to help him. For a price, that is.)

words: 6785

chapters: 1/1

notes: cute lil oneshot for yall cuz mha fans r in dire need of fluff rn yknow why🤭 how to date a hottie101 by bkg: set ur crush on fire to show ur undying love(WRITE IT DOWN WRITE IT DOWN)

Barberries and Variegated Knotweeds

summary: The Fight Another Day Agreement is a required legal document for all professional heroes. In the event of a life-threatening injury and the hero and their proxies are unable to respond on their behalf, medical professionals may do whatever it takes to keep the hero alive.

For Izuku, whatever it takes means removing flowers from his lungs, forcing him to forget about the love of his life. The aftermath leaves Izuku bewildered at the sight of a man with spiky blond hair and red eyes the color of Japanese barberries.

words: 19,286

chapters: 4/4

notes: YET ANOTHER HANAHAKI FIC WITH IZUKU WHUMP I just love seeing my favs go through it🤠I've read so many hanahaki fics ud think I'd be used to it but NOPE THIS SHIT HAD ME ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT was ready to downgrade 1 dimension to solve this shitstorm myself

If It's You

summary: “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” Katsuki said. “You did not just ask me—me—to try and date your loser step-brother.”

He wasn’t even going to say Deku’s name out loud. Wasn’t giving him the time of day, even in a conversation about him. That weird awkward virgin was not worth his precious time, and certainly not what Kirishima was suggesting.

“But Bakugouuu,” Kirishima wailed, hanging off Katsuki’s arm with monster meathead jock strength. “My dad said I can’t date if Deku doesn’t date. Do you understand what that means?”

“Less chance of knocking someone up and creating more of you in the world?”

words: 16,863

chapters: 1/1

notes: 10 things I hate about you but make it bkdk I LOVE THIS SHIT angsty dramatic misunderstanding high school aus are my JAM also somewhat gives off from the sidelines vibes so if ur into that defo read

Down the Red Line

summary: His mom is the first person to know about it. She finds out when Izuku asks ( in a very cute three-year-old way) why can’t he see the red line that connected him to Kacchan in the last picture they've taken. The one where they were about to enter Kindergarten on their first day.

"Red line?"

"Yeah, Mamma. This," Little Izuku says, raising his pinky finger to show her the thing tied to it.

Izuku has been able to see the red strings of fate since birth. It's no surprise that his is connected to Katsuki.

words: 7,804

chapters: 1/1

notes: one of my absolute favs since 2021 MAKES ME SO FUKCIN MAD I have to put my phone down and contemplate life for a few mjns while reading it but it's so good??my red string is tied to thjs fic pls

[denkisauce]

literally when has another ship given as much as bakudeku has. when has another ship encompassed so many tropes all at once while also having the relationship develop the way it has???? sometimes i’m just like dumbfounding by the depth that exists between them like they’re not just childhood friends, they’re not just rivals to lovers they’re not just starcrossed they’re not just punk x nerd or jock x jock or nerd x nerd or whatever the fuck they’ve gone from best friends to broken to fixed to i would die for you x i would kill for you like????? the nicknames???? the fact that katsuki has never told deku to stop calling him kacchan even when their relationship was at their lowest???? the fact that he was carrying his all might card with him the whole time???????????? the fact that izuku is so defensive he unlocked new powers multiple times because of kacchan and katsuki is so defensive he was willing to die TWICE for izuku?????? even the smaller things, all might rooting for them, aizawa saying his whole thing about how the two of them push their entire class to go above and beyond,, house arrest boys???? ohhh my goddddd like i know we all know but i can’t stop thinking about all of this all the time 😩😩😩

[silverynightart]

More cheerleader Izuku and jock Katsuki. 💥🥦

Kofi / Patreon

[annluvazzel]

hi there, ive heard a lot about From The Sidelines but every time i read up on it it seems like ur average jock x nerd fic. yet i keep seeing people sobbing over it? this is such a weird ask but would u be willing to give a non spoilery reason why? (im actually fine with spoilers but i assume u would wanna spoil on a public ask)

Hello! In general there are not serious topics like a character death or anything "dark" that would make it tragic. For me, it just deals with unrequited love, feelings of inferiority/not being good enough, in a way that hits close home (?) Tbh I related to Izuku more than I'd like to admit in certain aspects. Also, due to the personalities of the characters, they're not straightforward with their feelings and it causes them to go in circles and hurt each other. It had me pulling my hairs out more than crying, I had to stop several times bc I got anxious 💀🙏

I don't want to rant about it but I could say so much lmao I think the fans consider it sad because of how we see a beautiful friendship go downhill because they start feeling more, but don't know how to navigate those feelings. So we see Izuku (mainly) constantly feel like he's doing something wrong or he's pathetic for even thinking he has a chance, and it's just a bittersweet vibe because they still share the most amazing moments as friends but the feeling of "when he discovers I like him, it's all going to end" is always present bringing down the mood. It's an interesting and heartbreaking constrast 🥺 Personally, as I said, it brought me more anxiety than sadness, because I could constantly see everything was going to shit 😭😭 reading it felt like this:

[bkdk-and-extras]

...AU where bkdk become roommates, strangers to Daily Inconveniences to "youre not so bad... but dont you fucking Ever eat my katsudon again" and finally friends. but make izuku a theater kid/dramatic nerdy soul and katsuki a jock/punk/band kid or whatever.

Eventually they get comfy enough with each other for izuku to tease him ✨️ waxing poetic Shakespeare ✨️ style over one of katsuki's woes while izuku himself spins in his dorky desk chair. Just as izuku makes the third spin to catch another a blurry glance, Katsuki slams his palms down on the chair arms, barks out an affectionate "fuck you" and flicks his forehead. It doesnt deter the little shit in the slightest

This becomes a bit between them and eventually katsuki gets in on it too. Its contagious, sue him... but somehow those eyes are far too fond and words a little too sincere as they play out a tragic love story to make their friends giggle, and well. If he kisses the nerd's hand, its all apart of the act, right?

[short-black-diamond]

Jock vs. Nerd, pt. 2

Part one

taglist: @kyojuro05, @keentreecrusade

According to @keentreecrusade, I will make this part spicy. So buckle up, my loves!

Warnings: Smut, soft sex, fem!reader x Izuku, virginity loss, hopefully well-written intercourse and dating, also jealous Bakugo again

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{ Last time:

The jock was standing in the corridor, his backpack threatening to fall down and scare you when it crashes to the ground, face twisted into anger, jealousy, hatred and hurt, and heavy, quick breathing. If Bakugo had been here a little earlier, he might've changed something, but no. He saw everything. From the moment where you started to kiss his knuckles up his shoulder and then...kissing his lips. Like you two were a real couple. You really loved Izuku.

he went out again and called one of the girls Denki recommended him. "Yer free t'night? Need to fuck out some pain." }

...

And so, after a few weeks, you -after getting Izuku's consent- made it official that you and the nerd were dating. It was clear to anyone why Bakugo was pissed as hell.

Midoriya took Bakugo's woman.

That's what everyone thought, but you never belonged to Katsuki, neither did you let yourself get taken by Izuku. It was more...the other way round.

Bakugo was crushing on you ever since he could remember. Izuku fell in love with you just since college started. Bakugo knew what you liked and didn't like, as much as you tried to be subtle about your passions and weaknesses. But, it took him years, whereas Izuku knew about these things in just a few weeks.

It wasn't fair.

Bakugo came to school. He didn't shower in two weeks, his eyes were bloodshot after he cried hours and hours and his throat was hoarse from the yelling he did. He looked like shit.

"Bakubro, what's wro-...oh, let's go somewhere else, 'kay?", his best friend, the redhead, aka Kirishima asked after he followed his blonde bestie's direction. By swinging an arm around Bakugo's neck, Kirishima turned him around with laughter and told him that he wanted to buy something. Away from you talking to Izuku excitedly.

Kirishima himself also wasn't in his best state of mind right now. Sure, he had a little crush on you as well, but he wanted Bakugo to be together with you, because Kirishima thought that you and Bakugo'd be the power couple.

Kirishima was the second one who found out you and Izuku were dating, the first one being Bakugo, who had to just stumble upon you showering the nerd with butterfly kisses.

Kisses he could only fantasize getting.

Kirishima also thought about asking Mina out, but he gave up when he saw her exchanging spit with some guy from class 3-B.

Still, it was the redhead's responsibility to look after Bakugo, and so, he lead him away from you.

Meanwhile, you were listening intently to what your -now boyfriend- favourite nerd was talking about. Izuku couldn't believe that he'd be meeting Yagi Toshinori for a few practice-days for his engineering degree, along with Iida, at the end of the school year. You were ecstatic. Why?

Because Izuku was happy. Because he looked cute when he was happy. Because he looked like he worked out these past few months and it showed. Because you wanted to do "it" with him. And that before he'd leave for a whole month to go spend time with his mother. (You already met her in the winter holidays)

...

So yeah. Here you were now, in a cute café with your boyfriend. You had asked what you could do to him in public, what he was okay with and what not. He told you that he could take a hug or two, holding hands made his hands sweaty (-not that you'd care about that-), and he was okay if you'd kiss his cheek.

You were more than okay with his boundaries, as you had a similar mindset to it. But...you got horny. Sure, this date was sweet and the drinks tasted amazing, but you'd rather nibble and suck on Izuku's cock than this eco-friendly paper straw which began to not function anymore. The whole cup was made out of plastic.

And so, you looked at Izuku with a lazy smile and reached out your hand to gently grasp his. This put an impromptu stop to his rambling and his cheeks reddened. "Say, Izuku,"

Gosh your voice sounds so hot when you say my name-

"would you reject my offer to come to my place? Right now?"

Huh?

With a confused nod, Izuku stood up and paid quickly as to not leave you waiting. And as you then took his hand, you made a beeline towards the drugstore, but not before telling him to wait outside.

Maybe she needs some menstruation articles...

And not even five minutes later, you came back, with a more satisfied smile and hugged his arm again.

After a nice walk which was filled with chatting and giggling, you gave Izuku another one of those looks. He slowly seemed to understand, but more suddenly when you wordlessly took him to your bedroom and sat next to him on top of the bed.

Dirty thoughts started to cloud his vision, but they all vanished when you took his hand again. "Izuku. There is something I'd like to talk to you about."

This sounded bad. But you're stroking my knuckles with your thumb... So maybe it isn't so bad?

"Uh, gosh...", you started, before chuckling and closing your eyes with a smile, using the one hand which wasn't in contact with his.

"Have you ever thought about...uhm, having sex with me?"

You squeezed his hand in anticipation, because clearly, Izuku was processing it all.

Okay, it's out now. Nothing bad can happen. It's Izuku after all. I mean, he can look at me with a disgusted face and call me a pervert or-

But all you got was Izuku stammering around. "I- me, you , se-uh, Yea! I mean sure! I mean- not in a weird w-way, that'd be weird, don't'cha think?! I mean! I-"

and he took a deep breath,

"I...uh, as sou- you, can s-see, I was--not prepared for that question,uhm," ,with cupping your hand with the both of his.

"But if you want to know the truth...yes. I have been thinking about it actually. And I'm not proud of this. At all-"

"Why not? I'm happy that you thought about it."

"B-but I've been imagining doing pervy stuff with you, and I-I shouldn't!", he whined and shook your hands like a child dragging his mom to the ice cream truck.

You brought his hands to your lips and kissed each knuckle thoroughly. "I've been too. And I have another question for you."

"Mhm?", he encouraged with a red face.

You've been thinking about me like that? Me?! I'm not even that-

"Would you like to have sex with me?"

"Like...right now?"

"Right now."

Izuku looked around with an uneasy expression.

Were you really that much into him- NO. No more insecurities. You killed them all. You're amazing. And I love you. I want to have sex with you.

Why...why weren't you responding?

"I mean, we don't have to do anything, if you don't want to, you know? We can just cuddle, or watch a movie."

Oh, I didn't speak.

"I want to have sex with you...!", Izuku said this time instead of thinking it, and your eyes widened. "Izuku, you know that we don't have to do anything, right? You don't have to-"

"But I want to! And you do too! So--l..let's have sex!"

And you smiled at him. You also got to your knees and knee-walked to him. Just when your knees touched, did you stop and sit down in front of him. You slowly let your dominant hand cup the side of his face and your thumb caressed his cheekbone in a featherlight touch.

Your eyes were siren- no, savage like. You watched every gasp and short breath he let out and hitched, his thighs closing a little and the hand not holding yours gripping the cheets tightly.

"May I take the lead, love?", you whispered, your face being so close to his that you could see the smallest sprinkled freckles of his on his sweet cheekbones. Your eyes were hooded, and you kept stroking his cheek and hand softly.

Izuku's eyes closed with a frown and he breathed out a shaky yes.

This atmosphere was so different, but Izuku loved it, and you did too. You were happy that he trusted you enough to take the lead, as he was probably a virgin, but so were you. Your loyal heart couldn't stand any other male but him next to you, so you stayed untouched over the years.

Everything was loud. Your heavy breaths, Izuku's heartbeat, the creaking of your bed, the ruffling of sheets, the car noises and loud voices outside. It was a little overwhelming for the both of you, but your biggest focus was on each other.

And so, with a little hesitating, you slowly brought your lips in touch with his. This time, was also much more different than the last few thousand kisses you planted on that sunshine of yours. This kiss was more sensual, it had just a teensy tiny bit more meaning then the ones you two would share normally.

A little whimper echoed in that silent room of yours when you kissed him again. Izuku pushed you away quickly before holding his mouth with the both of his hands, a mortified expression on his face. As he cautiously looked back to you, he felt like shit.

You were giving him a reassuring smile.

"I really liked the sound of your voice like that. It made me wet."

I-How can you be s-so blunt?! ...but if you like it...

he brought his shaking hands down again. "Can I come closer?"

He nodded, but you didn't budge. "Please talk to me, handsome. I love hearing your voice. Even more when you let me do things to you."

Another wave of hotness spread up from his neck to the top of his head. nonetheless, "please come closer...a-and...please kiss me...and..touch me."

You came closer, took his hand-where he immediately interlaced his fingers with yours- and your lips connected again. However, Izuku leaned forward to deepen the kiss, and you let him.

It was honestly rather cute how your boyfriend could go from shy to demanding, where he couldn't even handle the first few weeks of dating you, and now wanting to take this sweet relationship a step further. As your lips danced against each other, your hands explored his body. When you traced his neck and groped his arm, he shuddered.

And you inched closer. One hand went down from his arm to his thigh and he flinched. Again, the kissing stopped. "Would you allow me to take these off?", you asked seductively before scraping at his trousers. "Y-yes..!", accompanied from violent nodding.

And you slowly took it off of him, where he lifted his sweet, slutty little hips for you so you could pull them off. When you were done folding his pants, you looked back him and smiled. "How are you feeling? Wanna stop?"

"No...I-I wanna keep going. B-but what about you? Do you want this too?"

"Honey, I've been waiting for this since you introduced yourself to me."

"Y-Yena, don't say stuff like that...!", Izuku whined and you chuckled, but he couldn't help but feel his dick throb at your confession. Izuku was less nervous now, and it showed. he was leaned back a bit, with you sitting between his legs on your knees, and he couldn't help but want more of you. Deku had a look of...expectaion on his face, as in wondering what would happen next.

"You know, I think it's only fair when I take off my skirt too, don't you think?", you asked in your seductive tone, and your boyfriend nodded excitedly.

Maybe you didn't have to have him answer everything verbally.

A group of teenagers was yelling and cackling outside at something, and normally, Izuku would whip his head towards the noise. But right now, he couldn't care less about the rest of the world, because his girlfriend was taking her sweet time taking off her skirt.

God, can't you take it down a little faster-

Oh.

Oh wow.Were you really-?!

Along your skirt, you also took off your tee, which was clinging to your upper body because of the summer heat. And it revealed a complete lingerie set. Since you were wearing a longer skirt, which only showed your feet and under your knees, Izuku thought you'd had bought nicely sewed stockings.

Right now, Izuku felt thirsty. His eyes scanned your nice figure, zooming in on all the places your set hugged you nicely-which was basically everywhere- and he couldn't help but groan at the sight of the thigh highs, where the ends were nearly strangling your thighs. (y'know, when you have a little pudge when wearing these)

They were threatening to snap because it didn't look like they could handle your sweet, juicy legs. These thigh highs were connected to your skimpy pantsies-which were obviously awfully wet- and these were connected to your bra, which also didn't do a good job in holding your boobs in place.

However, that didn't stop your boyfriend from gulping loudly. You sighed and walked over to him, and he quickly took off his shirt too. Then, he reached out his hand and pulled you towards him, but spinned you around so that you were lying in your bed with Izuku being on top of you.

He had a pained expression, you knew he was holding back. "Can I?!"

"Can I what, love?", you asked as you stroked his cheek and stared into his eyes lovingly. "Wanna kiss you so bad that I might die right now! Please! I wanna kiss you and touch you a-and hug you! Please Yena!", he pleaded as he pressed the side of his face against your hand desperately.

You found the situation very funny. What was more hot? The fact that Izuku was on top, but still begging you, or him rutting his hard-on (un)subtly against your thigh.

"Do it then.", and the moment your sentence ended, did your lover crash his lips into yours in a feeble attempt to soothe his horniness. But to no avail. One of his hands was supporting his weight by planting it on one side of your hand while the other was making a journey of caressing your cheek, then your neck, a little down your upper arm, before going to your chest and pressing his hand against one of your tits. All the while, his dick was pressing against your core now, and you spread your legs a little, wanting some friction on your clit.

And you were travelling up and down from his hair to his nape and traced your other hand towards his stomach, where a forming sixpack rested. His knees were also on the bed, and he moaned into your mouth. But, all that kissing came to an end when he growled- yes, he growled- before ripping off his underwear and yours too.

As he was tearing your badly sewn "clothes" apart, he couldn't help but cry as he apologized. "'M sorry, I-I'M so, so sorry, Yena...! But I'm horny, it hurts! P-please let me touch you there!"

As he was about to touch you, you said: "No."

And he sat back immediately. But not without a hurt expression.

As you sat up, you took one of his hands again and kissed it like it was just any other day. "Don't be mad at me. But I think you weren't thinking this through, Izuku."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"You were just thinking of sticking it in, didn't you?"

And he nodded, confused as to why it would be a problem.

"Izuku, it might hurt me, you know?"

What?

"H-how could my dick hurt you?"

"...it's very big, love.", you stated as a matter of fact, and you looked at his perfect penis.

seven, maybe eight inches standing proudly like a tree, a sweet, bulbuous mushroom head, which was leaking a little honey-substance-like precum and three thick veins going from his ballsack up to the middle and above of his shaft. When looking at the girth, you could see a resemblance with a cola can. it was as thick as a cola can. He'd for sure split you open.

It was truly perfect.

It twitched upon your statement and you smirked at it. Izuku gulped again. "And another thing.", you said as you took your bag and pulled out a pack of condoms. "Safety."

GOD, I'm such an idiot.

"I...I'm so sorry. I'm so glad you thought about this...! And here I was, already wanting to fuck you..."

You gave hom a number of kisses before telling him that it's okay. "But first, let me get a taste of this sweet thing."

Izuku could only do a little "huh?" sound before your hand neared his cock. You didn't touch it. More like...petting his thigh. "Am I allowed to suck your dick, Izuku?"

"Yes. Please do it.", he breathed out with a chuckle. But it stopped when you came in touch with his cock.

"Ahahah-aaahhmm~...Y-yena- ah!", he could only make out as you were stroking his dick and also crouching down to his level.

Izuku had dreamt for this moment for such a long time...and now, it has finally come true. He felt amazing.

You spat on his dick and he flinched before whimpering, and your cunt was clenching around nothing, your bundle of nerves pounding uncontrollably. Then you gave his dick a kiss to its head.

Izuku could only watch with a clouded vision and half lidded eyes as you were giving him kisses and kitten licks. It feels s-sooo good...!

And now, you took him into your mouth. Only the head though, and sucked softly.

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Okay,, sorry! This is all I'm going to write about, 'cuz, well, I don't really think that I'll be able to actually write a good intercourse fic, I'm sorry @keentreecrusade, I really tried my best.

But, well, I cringed whenever I tried to keep writing, so the rest can be up to your own imagination or just write the continuation or let somebody else write it. And I don't mean it in a mean way, I just...can't do it.

Anyways, I hope this was good enough because I actually wanted to make this wholesome and nice, I hope I nailed it...

Please write in the comments how you found it!

Read you in the next post!

[martian-writes]

My Obession, My Muse (Part 2)

Cw: Izuku creates art of morbid things, very macabre, i might describe what he creates in detail if it makes you uncomfy please don't read.

Prequel to "Do You Think Im Spooky". We see everything that leads up to Izuku's blood painting of Katsuki.

Izuku is unsure what possessed his parents to return to Japan. But he supposes it isn't all that bad, he'd be closer to his cousin after all. Hitoshi's school has an excellent art program or so he is told.

Izuku wonders if he'd get in trouble here for his art style in the same way he did in America.

'Too Dark'

'It's a little morbid don't you think? Beautiful yes but not appropriate for school'

Hitoshi's school was typical just like the schools in America, everyone had their own clicks but unlike in America. Izuku was a lone wolf, an outcast, he was the student spectacle and it wasn't even for how he dressed.

His art was yet again the center of it. Though it was because they were curious about his art as curious as they are though. They do stay away.

That's fine, Izuku likes it that way.

Well... they do except one.

Bakugo Katsuki. UA high quarterback.

Izuku couldn't understand why the jock had taken a liking to him but Izuku assumes the jock had initially thought he /could/ bully Izuku. About a week into the school year, Katsuki had approached Izuku, slamming his hand hard on the lunch room table Izuku sat by himself at.

"Oi! Panic at the disco" Katsuki said

Izuku slowly looked up from his sketchbook, to find three sets of eyes looking at him. But the only ones he paid attention to was Katsuki's, because his eyes are the shade of red Izuku loves to paint in, crimson bright red like fresh blood.

"I don't like that guy" Izuku replied

"Hehe it's actually a band" Izuku's gaze flickers to a yellow blonde that has a black streak in his hair. He flinches slightly when Izuku's gaze finds him.

"Actually. It's /just/ the one dude." Izuku corrected before he looked back at Katsuki

The two only stared at each other, Katsuki seemling having forgotten why he walked over here to start with. Izuku was just memorized by the boy's looks. Izuku looked away first, feeling that itch of inspiration coming and if he stared any longer he'd surely want to paint the jock.

Izuku turned back to his sketchbook, dragging his fingers along the charcoal drawing he was doing. Smudging the fine lines he had created, giving the drawing shading without so much work.

'Red' he thought to himself  'it needs red'

Without looking up his fingers ran across the colorful charcoal chalk he had out, he grabbed the bright red he'd darken later. At that moment Katsuki seemed to snap out of it.

"The fuck are you drawing My Chemical Romance" Katsuki reached for Izuku's notebook.

Instantly the sketch book got snapped shut. Izuku's large hand wraps around Katsuki wrist and tugs him close

"If you are going to refer to me as bands at least use my favorites" Izuku says "Please do not touch my sketchbook as im working"

Katsuki was at a loss for words staring into the deep green.

"Hey man let em go" A red head said, Izuku's eyes snapped to him and the red head held his hands up "You're causing a scene"

Izuku's eyes scanned around and there were too many eyes on them. He let Katsuki go and the ash blonde snarled like an animal at him and walked away rubbing at his wrist. Izuku hoped it would have been the last time and wished the way Katsuki looked when he snarled at Izuku didn't engrave itself into his brain and screamed to be drawn.

It wasn't the last time. 

A month later, during after school hours, Izuku had been given permission to stay in the art room to finish his first semester project that he has scrapped mid class period because some girl who- (Izuku later found out had a crush on him) looked at his work before he was done.

There was a reason Izuku sat back of the class, easel facing away from everyone else. Izuku didn't like people seeing his art before it was done, in his head that tainted his work because no one would get the full picture, no one would see his work as they should, as he intended if they saw it beforehand.

The girl should have known there was a reason why he always put headphones in and the teacher allowed him to do what he pleased. Why no one bothered him as he worked. 

Yes his art was morbid, dark and macabre. But Izuku is a talent that no one wants to disturb because Izuku is going to be the next big thing.

Everyone knew it.

The girl had peered over Izuku's shoulder and when he turned to look at her, she was smiling and speaking. He pulled his headphones from his ear and stared at her as she spoke

"I know its um" she stammered "incomplete but its looks really a-amazing"

Izuku's eyes flickered back to his canvas, it was just a black painted background, a half painted woman in the middle, her body bended backwards, contorted. Her jaw open wide and broken, her eyes sunken pitch black and her hair long yet thin brushing against the tile floor that had a puddle sketched that would have eventually become a blood puddle.

He looked back at her oddly, just stared as her face became a-flamed. As she fidgeted. in her spot messing with the hem of her shirt.

It wasn't that Izuku didn't know how to say thank you, he wasn't trying to be rude. He was just baffled? And he felt like he space had been invaded because /everyone/ knew to leave him alone as he worked either because they chose too or were directed too. The class was directed too.

"I'll. Im gonna-" and she scampered away without finishing her thought.

Izuku watched her leave before sitting in his chair, staring at his work.

It was tainted now, he /had/ to start over. So he did, a project that had taken him a while to create, /gone/.

So there he worked, back in the classroom. The only light on was the middle light, the rest off. His favorite bands played so loudly in his ears that he hadn't noticed the blonde jock enter the classroom.

Katsuki watched Izuku work for 20 minutes, watching the way viridian eyes scanned over the canvas with burning concentration. Katsuki listened to the way the brush hit the canvas with swift motions.

To Katsuki it was like watching a ballad. He was amazed and memorized by how Izuku's wrist moved with such smooth motion, every strike of the brush against the canvas was thought out and precise.

Katsuki walked over slowly, stopping just before the easel. He had heard from Hitoshi how Izuku doesn't like people seeing his uncompleted work and after what he heard about some random extra.

Katsuki didn't want Izuku to get rid of whatever he was currently working on.

Admittedly Katsuki is strangely fascinated by Izuku and his art. Most people want to draw and paint flowers, people, pretty things. But Izuku paints and draws the dark, things people don't want to look at or see and Katsuki thinks it's cool.

That's why he was here.

Not because he found Izuku attractive. Not because the green haired male was the type of guy Katsuki would no hesitation fall to his knees for.

No, no. Not at all.

Izuku looks up from his canvas, noting the red eyes staring back at him. Katsuki's mouth moves but Izuku can't hear. So he removes his headphones

"What?" Izuku said

Katsuki rolled his eyes "what are your favorite bands?"

Izuku's eyebrows furrowed "huh?"

"What are you? Deaf? Your favorite bands. You told me if i was gonna call you by band names to use your favorites"

Izuku blinked and set his paintbrush down, wiping his hands down on a rag. He raised an eyebrow "Or you could me by name?" Izuku stuck his hand out "Im Midoriya Izuku, but Izuku works just fine"

Katsuki shoved his hands into his sweats and shook his head "I ain't ask ya name De-ku. I asked what are your favorite bands"

"Deku? Like useless?" Izuku tilted his head "that's not very nice"

"You sure as shit aint being useful! I asked you a question"

"I gave you an answer"

"Not one that answers /my/ question though"

Izuku stared at the blonde, wondering why he truly was here. Surely the band question was an excuse to get his name. Katsuki muttered something before turning away and Izuku watched him leave, the itch to draw Katsuki coming back and Izuku stomped it down.

Katsuki got his name, and had even given him a mean nickname. Now Izuku was sure the jock would leave him alone.

Katsuki did not leave Izuku alone. In fact after this moment it seems as though the football player is everywhere, Izuku could not escape him. It only got worse when Katsuki was hell bent on spending so much time around him, sometimes Katsuki would speak and others Katsuki would just watch Izuku work without ever toeing the line of looking at his work.

Izuku appreciated it but he couldn't understand /why/ the jock was constantly around. Didn't he have better things to do? Katsuki being around so often was not helping this urge Izuku was having to draw him.

Izuku refuses to make Katsuki a subject for his work lest someone says that his artwork is him plotting to murder Katsuki.

Izuku wiped his hand across his forehead not realizing he had left a streak of red paint across his forehead. He stares at Katsuki who is doing homework, Izuku pauses his music and walks toward the jock.

"Don't you have practice?" Izuku questioned as he reached the desk Katsuki was working at.

"Only on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays" Katsuki replied easily without looking at Izuku

"Okay let me rephrase. Why are you here?"

Katsuki looks up and the inspiration to draw him crawls out of the pit Izuku had clearly ineffectively tried to bury it in.

"I'm doing my homework" Katsuki said in a duh tone

"That much is obvious. Why? In. Here. With. Me?"

Katsuki leans back, placing his hands behind his head, his biceps flexing with the movement. Izuku does his best not to get distracted by such defined muscles. "Why not in here with you? You aren't shitty company and you /usually/ don't bother me"

Izuku hummed, not quite sure what to say to that or how to react. So he shrugged and went back to his canvas, Katsuki went back to his homework.

Izuku stares at his canvas, he truly should thank that girl for peeking at his work. Because what he has now it's far more beautiful than the original.

The subject is a grim reaper of sorts, in broken knights armor, eight arms. Four of those arms hold a large scythe that looked like a giant sickle. The tip of it is dark with red, the sky dark and gray almost as if it'll storm any moment. The wheat field isn't a wheat field at all, but a field of bodies, some lay scattered on the floor and the rest well Izuku has to finish drawing them in. 

Izuku picked up his fine detail brush to do just that, when his eyes flicked to the jock. Katsuki has his bottom sucked into his mouth, eyebrows knitted in concentration.

'Draw him'

The voice in Izuku's head startles him. He stands up straight, eyes wide as he stares at Katsuki.

'He is so beautiful'

It was just a /known/ fact.

Katsuki was born to a model mother and he happened to take after her of course he was beautiful. That porcelain smooth skin that has been kissed by the sun from days spent practicing in its rays. The way his hair forms a spikey halo around his head making him look like an angel, perfect bone structure. Had Katsuki been born during Greece's classical period surely he would have been everyone's favorite subject.

He would be beautiful painted in blood, painted in the dark with only his eyes to be seen. Katsuki would be beautiful sitting atop a throne of bones with bodies of the dead lying beneath him.

Izuku swallowed thickly and looked away the moment Katsuki's eyes flicked up to look at him.

He needed to leave.

Gathering his brushes Izuku rushed to toss them into the sink to wash, Izuku grabs the white sheet he was given to cover his work and tosses it nicely over the eisel. After he walks to the sink and begins cleaning his brushes in a haphazard manner, he'll clean them more thoroughly at home.

"Oi" Katsuki said startling the greenette who froze to see that blonde had moved across the classroom toward him "fuck are you rushing for?"

"Huh?"

"You usually take your time cleaning your shit." Katsuku shrugged

Izuku did not notice the pink on katsuki's ears. And he rubbed his hands down his jeans before replying

"Nothing. I- just realized im late for meeting up with some friends"

A lie. Most of his friends were in America and the set he had made here weren't even his friends to fully begin with. They were his older brother's friends and they were studying for their midterms.

Izuku barely hung out with Hitoshi because the insomniac had begun dating one of the jocks and he was trying to stay /away/ to keep away from Katsuki. Though that plan wasn't working out so well considering the jock had decided to use whatever free time he had to be around Izuku.

"Oh" was all Katsuki said before going to gather his things to leave.

The pair walk out the school building and Katsuki adjusted his book bag on his back before shoving his hands into his pockets.

"I have a game coming up soon." He said "You should come, eyebags is going"

Izuku side eyes Katsuki "I'll think about it. Those... school events... aren't my scene"

Katsuki nodded. They said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.

"He likes you," Touya said one day when his brother Tomura decided he was going to take Izuku back to campus for the weekend.

"What? No one likes me" Izuku replied as he let Touya do his special effects makeup on him.

"That Jock clearly does" Himiko said looking up from her sketchbook.

The group were currently sitting in the basement of the college campus house Touya rented for the year. The basement had become his studio and he was testing a new technique that gave a 'burn victim' effect without having to use so much makeup.

Before Izuku could protest, Tomura looked up from his switch.

"He spends a lot of time around you. Respects your art boundaries. And invited you to his game" Tomura said

Spinner- who Izuku has no idea why they call him that he just goes with it. Looked up from his gothic literature paper.

"That is like THE definition of him liking you" He said "He invited you to his game"

"Plus didn't you say you want to draw him?" Jin asked

Izuku sighed "Yes but... i /can't/ draw him in my art style... it'll freak him out"

"Why are you worried about that if you don't like him?" Touya asked with an eyebrow raised "unless you do and that's why?"

Izuku squawked "I d-don't like him!"

A chorus of "RIIIIGHT" rang out.

Katsuki couldn't possibly like /him/.

Last minute and last second Izuku had decided he would go to the game. His parents were happy to see he was expanding his horizons in activities.

Izuku had become captured by the game, screaming with the crowd, Izuku had gotten into the school spirit, their school was winning. Izuku was happy with his choice, he was glad he came out. He was but that was until their school had won, Katsuki had rushed a touch down and scored, the stands had erupted its shouts and cheers. 

The team lifted their quarterback on to their shoulders, Katsuki had ripped his helmet off and was chanting with his team. The pride that oozed off him, dripped into the crowd and into Izuku.

Katsuki's head swivled as he looked out into the crowd, a proud grin adorning his features, arms raised above his head chanting "Hell yeah!"

Red met green through the sea of people. As loud as it was in that moment, the world had quieted, and it was just them. Katsuki flashed Izuku a smile, full of teeth and there in that moment, Izuku knew he was /fucked/.

That night Izuku woke from a dream, frenzied with the need to draw. So he grabbed a clean sketch book, and Izuku drew until the birds chirped and the sun shined through his window.

But Izuku couldn't stop the voice, the inspiration he so desperately tried to stomp out came back and sunk its claws into him.

Izuku missed school.

"He's looking for you," Hitoshi said when he found Izuku sitting under the bleachers of an empty school gym one day.

Izuku brushed his fingers along the charcoal, smudging it before grabbing the red marker that tucked behind his ear and uncapped it.

"Yeah? When isn't he looking for me?" Ixuju replied

Hitoshi crouched down in front of Izuku "why you avoiding him?"

"I'm not"

"You are"

Izuku ignored him.

"Bakugo is a little rough around the edges but he is a good guy" Hitoshi said "He likes ya"

Izuku still didn't reply, finishing his drawing. Izuku flung the book to him.

"I /like/ him too" was all he said.

Hitoshi flipped through pages and pages of just Katsuki. Katsuki was drawn in macabre ways that left him breathless.

"He consumes my mind. He is all I ever want to draw, paint" Izuku said." That's why I'm avoiding him. He has become an obsession"

"He is your muse," Hitoshi said quietly, staring at Izuku's latest drawing.

Katsuki dressed in battered and bloodied football uniform, a helmet broken in a way that resembled a crown sat upon his hair.  He sat on a throne of bones of a deserted football field, the grass was dead. The sky was dark red, apocalypse like. Laid out like a present for Katsuki, other football players all knelt down in worship of him.

"He is."

"Stop hiding from him."

So Izuku did.

That's how Izuku ended up in the art room painting a canvas in that deep dark red he loves so much. Using his fingers and backs of his brushes to mark out Katsuki's face do all the details of his beautiful face.

His scowl, his lashes, his cheek bones. Those lips Izuku were growing more desperate to know what they tasted like.

Izuku sighs when he finishes the painting, wiping his hands on a rag. Izuku throws himself into his chair and throws his head back.

"What if he doesn't like this?" He says to himself "what if it scares him off"

Izuku tosses his head back and closes his eyes. He hopes today Katsuki doesn't look for him, Izuku isn't ready to show him the stuff he has created.

A squeak of sneakers catches his attention moments later, his head flies forward and he curses to himself.

There stood in the doorway of the darkened classroom stood Izuku's obsession.

Katsuki.

"H-hi" he stammers

Izuku's heart flutters in his chest. He makes Katsuki nervous.

"What are you doin here?"

"W-well. I- um"

Katsuki is cute when he's nervous.

Izuku raises his pierced brow "You were looking for me... weren't you?"

Katsuki doesn't reply, eye darting everywhere but never looking at Izuku.

"You know" Izuku says "Most people stay away from me"

Katsuki takes a few steps closer "its because you make them uncomfortable"

Izuku looks back at his canvas "Now why would /I/ make them so uncomfortable?"

Katsuki shrugs & walks closer "You have a reputation"

Izuku scoffs "I have a reputation?"

Katsuki hums and Izuku watches from the corner of his eye as the jock walks closer and stops a respectful distance away from the easel.

How he is so fucking hot and respectful?

"They feel that your methods, your art is-"

Izuku cuts him off as he stands up with a smile. Izuku never really noticed how short Katsuki was compared to him, how small he seemed next to him. It makes his smile widen "Spooky?"

Izuku tilts his head as he waits for Katsuki to reply. His eyes roam over the very face that haunts his dreams, fills his head and his sketchbooks. Without a second thought Izuku grasps Katsuki's small wrist in his hand, covering his eyes bringing Katsuki closer to him and the easel.

Izuku stares at the canvas for a moment before leaning close to Katsuki's ear "Do you think I'm spooky?"

Izuku removes his hand and waits with bated breath as Katsuki takes in the art before. After a moment Izuku hears a quiet

"Beautiful"

He is floored.

"Yeah? Doesn't? Creep you out that it looks like I drew you in blood?"

Katsuki stares at the painting but shakes his head no.

Izuku's eyebrows practically touch his hairline in surprise. He leans back against a table as he hums.

"You are weird pretty boy"

Katsuki turns to him blush, coating his cheeks "Am i?"

Izuku nods and Katsuki steps closer to him. Their shoes toe to toe, the jock looks up and says

"I don't find you spooky"

The honesty in his eyes sends Izuku's heart into a race. His stomach filled with butterflies and his breath hitches.

"Am I still weird?" Katsuki questions

Izuku's eyes drop to Katsuku lips, they are so close that if Katsuki just tilts his head up just a little more they could kiss.

"Very."

Katsuki surges forward pressing their lips together for a second. He pulls away & Izuku digs his ringed fingers into Katsuki's spikey locks. Pulling him closer to kiss him longer, deeper. When they pull away chests heaving, forehead pressed together Izuku says

"Bad omens"

"Hah?" Katsuku asks looking up at hin in question

"Bad omens is one of my favorite bands"

Katsuki pulls away with a smile on his face "Now you answer my question? You are so chicken shit"

Izuku laughs and nods "I guess so"

"Can I see more?"

"Huh?"

"Your art. Can you show me more?"

Izuku nods "i think i have some sketch books you'd like"

Katsuki smiles up at him before pulling him for another kiss "Cool".