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Izuku had been keeping diligent notes all through their class periods today, honest. But when their sensei went over the Edo period (again), he lost just a little focus. Well, more like shifted his focus.
Among the doodles eyes and hands in the margins of his notebook, there were hearts with the initials BK + MI scribbled into them. Little doodles of explosions bursting like fireworks over the several iterations of the name Bakugou Izuku squished between neat notes about Emperors and historic dates.
Izuku flicked his eyes to the next row over and up a few seats, where Kacchan sat. He was staring idly out the window, shifting every so often as if trying to keep something in his view. Kacchan didn’t need to take notes. Not just because he was amazing, but because he and Izuku had gone over this chapter and the next during their last study… date . (Izuku still flushed at the word, the butterflies in his stomach never really stopping their furious beats ever since then.)
Kacchan looked so handsome. At this point in the day, the sun was at the perfect angle to highlight his features in a golden glow, like the heavens themselves wanted to hold out Kacchan and say, “Look at him, he is the most perfect creation. We can do no better than Bakugou Katsuki.”
Kacchan shifted in his seat again and this time, Izuku caught the reflection of his eyes in the window. He smirked, lips perked perfectly, and then he winked. Izuku flushed a brilliant scarlet when he realized that Katsuki had been watching him in the window’s reflection, always moving to keep Izuku perfectly in his sights while he’d been fidgeting and doodling in his notebook. Izuku hid his burning face in the collar of his uniform and had to tear his gaze away, if he didn’t want to turn into a pile of ash under Kacchan’s scorching gaze.
Whenever Kacchan looked at him, he felt a flutter more intense than butterflies in his gut, a warming in his core like he’d just drank the most perfect cup of tea, and an itch under his fingers to reach out and touch–
The bell chimed the end of the period and his classmates all bustled to the commissary to get first pick of their favorite snacks for their lunch break. Izuku hurriedly closed his notebooks let anyone else get a glimpse of the things he’d been doing during class.
Izuku always looked forward to their lunch break; Katsuki would leave his crony friends behind, usually with a barked, “Going to get curry buns” or “Gotta piss” before leaving the room with only a quick glance at Izuku on his way out. Izuku would wait a moment and, when he was sure no one was looking his way (there hardly ever was), he’d hurry about Katsuki to find him at their designated spot. They used to use the commissary as a type of code to tell the other where to meet, but after one too many suspicious, “But they don’t even sell katsudon” from the others, they’d had to just give it up.
So now, whenever Katsuki would leave—and more often than not, he didn’t even give the extras a crass word thrown over his shoulder—Izuku would follow and wander until Katsuki found him. He’d be walking down the hall and suddenly he’s being pushed into the boy’s bathroom and into a stall, or dragged into an empty classroom, or between the buildings outside on sunny days. A hand would shoot out from a shadowy alcove and there Katsuki would be, smirking down at him.
This time around, Kacchan yanked Izuku’s notebook off his desk before he got a chance to put it away.
“Hey!” Izuku yelped.
Katsuki sneered over his shoulder at him. The sight of it made Izuku’s heart sink, but they’d agreed they had to “keep up appearances” until they finally graduated and went to UA. There, they could be open about it. But here, where all their classmates knew them in one specific way, who would do and say terrible things because they were all fourteen year olds who didn’t know much about the world, they couldn’t. It would make Izuku cry too much and Kacchan hated seeing him cry.
So Kacchan just waved it over his head, the sharp pops of his quirk sounding loudly in the emptying classroom. It was a clear threat. Izuku abandoned his things and ran after Kacchan shouting, “Give that back!”
But when he got out into the hall, Kacchan was nowhere to be seen. He’d disappeared already. He couldn’t be far. Kacchan was the best, but he’d need a speed quirk to have left the hall entirely. So Izuku puttered up and down until he rounded the staircase and heard a familiar chuckle. Kacchan was tucked underneath the stairs, flicking through his notebook.
“Kacchan!” Izuku hissed, joining him quickly before a gaggle of second year girls could round the corner. He waited until their chattering fell away before whining at Kacchan, “C’mon, please? That wasn’t—”
Suddenly Izuku was pushed back and boxed against the wall. K-K-Kabedon!!
Katsuki was leering over him, arm braced above his head, pushing into his space. Kacchan could push wherever he wanted, in Izuku’s opinion.
“Not paying attention in class, huh Zu?” Katsuki smirked, flicking his crimson eyes up at him. Izuku shuddered at the intense gaze, feeling his toes curl in his shoes. “No wonder you need so many study sessions.”
Izuku flushed again. How did he have any blood left in the rest of his body, if it was coloring his face the entire time? Their study dates ( ah! ) had started innocently enough; Izuku had been out sick for a few days and Kacchan came over to catch him up. Then they kept studying together, and then they discovered what kissing felt like and more often then not, as soon as they were done reviewing their work, Izuku somehow found himself pressed close to Kacchan; usually where they sat on the floor, or pressed against the table. Once, on Kacchan’s lap .
That was still a feeling Izuku thought about constantly when he laid awake at night.
He grabbed Kacchan’s forearm (it was just to get Katsuki’s attention away from the notebook, and for NO OTHER REASON!) and gave him his best puppy dog eyes.
“Kacchan, please don’t be mean,” Izuku’s lip wobbled as he pressed himself a little closer to Katsuki and deeper into the shadow of the alcove they were in. “I was just thinking about you.”
“Tch, that much was obvious.” Despite Kacchan’s words, there was no bite to them. He snapped the notebook shut and tossed it to the ground. Before Izuku could break away to pick it up, Kacchan’s warm arm was pulled him away from the wall and wound around him, pressing them so close that the only thing keeping them apart was their uniforms.
Izuku could feel Kacchan’s heat, both from his chest and the warmth of his quirk in his palms as they pressed tight to the small of his back. Even Kacchan’s face radiated warmth, evident in his pink cheeks and red ears.
Izuku fluttered his lashes like always, “Thank you Kacchan.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Katsuki rolled his eyes, but his face remained flushed too.
“We have to get back in a few minutes,” Izuku said, pressing up on his toes to be closer in height to him. Izuku wrapped his arms around Kacchan’s neck. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear there was steam coming out of Katsuki’s ears.
“Then quit wastin’ time talking when you could be—” Katsuki grumbled until Izuku interrupted with a messy, too eager kiss.
It was uncoordinated; they kissed a lot but no matter how much practice Izuku did on the back of his hand, he knew it wasn’t technically good. They’d need a lot more practice to get the technique right.
But it still felt amazing. Katsuki was all encompassing, his big hands quirk warm and gripping into Izuku with a possessive need, pressing Izuku against the wall again. Izuku could live forever in Kacchan’s arms, always surrounded by his slightly caramel-tinged scent, digging his fingers into surprisingly soft blonde spikes, having Kacchan’s tongue probe at his bitten-raw lips.
Then Kacchan did something new.
Kacchan slid his knee between Izuku’s leg and pressed . Izuku couldn’t keep the sound in; he’d never moaned like that before, especially not at school! Katsuki froze, face blazing red, eyes wide as he stared at Izuku. Maybe he wasn’t expecting it, maybe it sounded weird, did it make him want to run and leave Izuku behind for good?
“Fuck,” Katsuki hissed, then pushed hungrily back into Izuku’s mouth, kissing and biting with a fervor Izuku hadn’t felt before. Had only ever seen this time of single-minded determination when Kacchan was training his quirk. It made Izuku feel all sorts of new things. He wanted to explore them all with Kacchan.
But the bell chimed, warning them of their break period ending, and Kacchan was pulling back. His eyes were dark and hooded, trawling over Izuku like he was searching for something deep within him. And apparently whatever he found was to his liking, because he smiled at Izuku and it was like the sun had come out and was beaming just for him.
Katsuki scooped up his notebook and slapped it against Izuku’s chest. Izuku was still blinking the haze out of his eyes when Katsuki took a step back, one hand in his pocket and the other fiddling with Izuku’s fingers.
“So,” Katsuki said, all warm and a little teasing, yanking lightly on Izuku’s fourth finger, “Bakugou Izuku, huh?”
Izuku spluttered, trying to get his brain to reboot, but Katsuki was already walking away. He looked at Izuku once more before heading back towards their classroom.
Izuku needed a moment to compose himself, trembling as he was. He didn’t quite understand everything he was feeling at that moment; the warm tingling and the curling in his stomach as if something much more powerful than butterflies was beating around in there. It was a little scary how fast he’d gotten to this point, but he knew that if Kacchan was there, everything was going to be alright.
He couldn’t wait for their next study date. ( Ahh! )