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Alpha Izuku and Omega Kacchan are pretty close friends.
They often hang out in each others room after classes to pretty much do nothing, I mean study.
Truth is, they’re both a bit greedy and enjoy the other’s presence slightly too much. There’s weird tension during the whole ordeal, the second Katsuki enters Izuku’s den (he’s very territorial about), the moment he sits his pretty self on his bed (he’s also very territorial about).
It might have to do with the fact that the room is drenched in Izuku's scent, the way the all might sheets under his fingers almost feel warm with the knowledge that this is the place the Alpha settles in at night, the place he sleeps in… takes care of himself in.
Right.
Right.
Katsuki lifts his eyes back up and barely suppresses the oddly squeaky noise he makes when they immediately meet Izuku's own heavy ones. That had never left him, apparently.
His thighs shift slightly on the bed in response and he wants to scream when Izuku's gaze immediately tracks the movement.
The blond huffs before dropping himself to the floor as heavily as he can to manifest his annoyance. The tiny wood table Izuku keeps in a corner will have to do. A nice neutral ground he can study on without the Alpha acting like a total knothead.
Well.
About that.
Why doesn't Izuku look half bad today ? Katsuki frowns as he eyes the Alpha where he's settled right next to him. He's wearing another stupid shirt that hardly looks stupid on his stupid freaking… toned chest. And- The color of his pants is ridiculous. Only reason he's staring. Like… ew and stuff.
Katsuki gets half a second of focus on his workbook before his gaze is drifting again. It's entirely stupid but… Why is Izuku looking kinda huge ? He's so average ! Firm at best. If anyone um, cared.
The omega is half conscious of what he's doing when he swiftly slides himself onto Izuku's lap, fingers messing up the fabric of his dumb T-shirt as he gently eases him on his back.
Ng-
Katsuki bites his lip to avoid making any weird sound at how satisfied he is with his new view. Because wow. How cool is that. Scarred hands flexing uselessly in the air because Mr. Loser doesn't know where to put them.
Heh.
Why not on him through… He can't help but thinking. The hell is wrong with this defective Alpha…
Something must have passed behind his eyes because the big scarred hands do settle on his thighs, thumb stroking against his clothed skin as if he needed any comfort.
Katsuki wants to bat the touch away! He's going to reek of the nerd if he keeps this up, with the way his wrists brush all over the cotton fabric.
Before he realizes through, his own grip on Izuku's shirt softens without his permission, body sagging altogether as the soothing scent eventually does him in.
The look in Izuku's eyes is so ridiculously sweet… Smiling up at him, thick fingers gently pressing down his waist for some unknown reason… Katsuki's body goes easily as that- totally non handsome face comes into view.
Stupid, the omega thinks one last time as he presses a soft kiss on that annoying smile.