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Assistant: Title: Permanently Yours
        Author: unrequit3dlove undefined 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: "Relax, I'm not expecting an apology," Izuku teased, trying to keep the mood light, though beneath his facade, anger bubbled just under the surface.But Katsuki's gaze locked onto his, those beautiful, fierce eyes now softened with an intensity that made Izuku swallow hard. "You know, I’m not proud of what I did to you," Katsuki admitted, and the words felt like a punch to the gut.It was overwhelming, having him here, essentially acknowledging that he’d made Izuku’s school years a living hell. Instead of unleashing his emotions physically, Izuku forced a fake smirk, irritation coursing through him. "Couldn't care less about that. It was years ago; get over it. I know I did," he replied, the bravado masking the ache inside.Or, tattoo artist Izuku Midoriya stumbles upon forgotten memories when his ex bully walks through his studio door.
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              "Relax, I'm not expecting an apology," Izuku teased, trying to keep the mood light, though beneath his facade, anger bubbled just under the surface.But Katsuki's gaze locked onto his, those beautiful, fierce eyes now softened with an intensity that made Izuku swallow hard. "You know, I’m not proud of what I did to you," Katsuki admitted, and the words felt like a punch to the gut.It was overwhelming, having him here, essentially acknowledging that he’d made Izuku’s school years a living hell. Instead of unleashing his emotions physically, Izuku forced a fake smirk, irritation coursing through him. "Couldn't care less about that. It was years ago; get over it. I know I did," he replied, the bravado masking the ache inside.Or, tattoo artist Izuku Midoriya stumbles upon forgotten memories when his ex bully walks through his studio door.
            
        

        
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      they’re both 20 in the present :)i love the idea of a resentful izuku that pretends he’s over the past and a regretful katsuki that tries his best to ignore his feelings, so here we are!enjoy :)
    

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          Izuku wiped the excess ink from Iida's hip, stepping back to admire his work. The intricate details of the spider—its legs fanned out and fiercely detailed—seemed to shimmer against Iida’s skin. He couldn’t help but beam with pride as Iida studied the tattoo, his usually serious face softened with genuine amazement.“Izuku… this is really something,” Iida said, his voice a mix of surprise and admiration. He shifted slightly, trying to view the tattoo from an angle. “I didn’t expect it to turn out this… incredible.”Izuku’s chest swelled with pride, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Told you I was the best, right? I mean, look at it! I’m a professional artist now!” He chuckled, running a hand through his green hair, reveling in the satisfaction of Iida's approval.“Don’t get too cocky, Izuku,” Iida responded, attempting nonchalance but failing to hide the blush creeping up his neck. “I just happen to appreciate artistry when I see it.” But even as he tried to play it cool, his blue eyes shone with admiration, and Izuku could clearly see the pride behind Iida's usually stoic demeanor.“Art takes a bit of flair, you know,” Izuku laughed, his excitement bubbling over. “But you make it easy! Your enthusiasm actually inspired me!” He gestured dramatically, as if conducting an orchestra. “You have to look fierce when you show it off!’”“Maybe if you could tone it down a bit,” Iida chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, a hint of shyness in his eyes. “But, I suppose I could wear it proudly. It’s just… your work is so impressive.” He finally allowed a small, shy smile to grace his lips, and Izuku knew that he truly meant it.“Then it’s settled!” Izuku declared, already imagining how many compliments Iida would receive. “You have to show it off! This tattoo deserves an audience. And remember, you can always come back for more. I’m just getting started!”Izuku grinned as he adjusted the lighting, snapping pictures of the intricate tattoo, eager to showcase his work. As he angled the camera, he could feel Iida’s awkwardness radiating off him like a heatwave. “This is going to be legendary!” he exclaimed as he captured the vibrant details. Just as he clicked another shot, Iida cleared his throat.“Uh, hope you’re not getting my face in it too,” Iida said, shifting rigidly, his expression a mix of discomfort and embarrassment.Izuku paused, glancing up at his friend. “Don’t be so shy, Iida. Girls drool over you! I mean, look at those well-chiseled abs!” He gestured playfully to Iida’s bare chest, which glistened under the studio lights, before returning to his phone. “Trust me, these are going to blow up. Just the tattoo, and maybe a little of your well built  physique.”Iida gulped, standing more rigid than ever, his brows furrowed in disapproval. “I appreciate the compliment, but I’d rather not be the center of attention,” he muttered, trying to look anywhere except at the camera. “Can’t you just focus on the tattoo?”Izuku smirked confidently, adjusting his angles expertly. “Nah, this is all part of the package! A great tattoo deserves a great model.” He snapped another picture, capturing Iida's hip as the fabric of his shorts fell just low enough to give a teasing glimpse of the tattoo's surroundings. “See? Pure gold right here!”“Izuku, you’re making me feel like I’m model material or something,” Iida replied, his tone caught somewhere between reluctant acceptance and utter disbelief.Izuku laughed, loving how flustered Iida was. “Exactly! Embrace it! Once this goes up, you’re going to be a tattoo icon. People will be like, ‘Who did this? Oh, it’s Midoriya!’” Izuku continued snapping away, reveling in the fun of it all. “And maybe I’ll need to handle your fan mail!”Iida finally allowed himself the smallest hint of a smile. “You’re definitely too full of yourself, Izuku.”“Full of talent, you mean!” Izuku shot back, with a wink. “Now strike a pose and own it, Iida!”As Izuku leaned back in his chair, taking a moment to relish the peace that followed a busy day, he unwrapped the granola bar with a sense of satisfaction. He gazed around his tattoo studio, the walls adorned with vivid artwork and photographs of past clients proudly displaying his work. This place was his dream realized, an empire built from hours of dedication and late nights perfecting his craft. It wasn’t just about the ink on skin—it was about expression, confidence, and proving to the world that he was more than just the shy, awkward boy bullied in school.He couldn’t help but smirk as he chewed, feeling a swell of cockiness. The same kids who used to laugh at him and throw nasty jibes were now a world away from the success he had crafted for himself. So many of them wouldn’t understand how he had transformed his passion—his art—into an entire career. They probably never anticipated seeing him thriving, tattoo machine in hand and business flourishing. The thought alone sent a rush of vindication through him.Ochako bustled around the shop, surrounded by sketches and stencils as she handled the growing pile of appointment requests. She was the perfect balance to his routine, embodying energy and warmth while also having an eye for design. Watching her practice with enthusiasm ignited a spark of pride within him; she was not just his best friend but an integral part of his success. Soon, she’d be wielding a needle too, adding her unique style to the mix. He could envision them as a dynamic duo, making waves in the industry together. But for now, it was his time to shine, and he relished being the one in the spotlight.Izuku took a deep breath, allowing gratitude to wash over him between the bitterness clinging to his past. He had built a loyal clientele that couldn’t seem to get enough of his work, requests pouring in each day. There was no doubt that this place was thriving, even exceeding his expectations. Each satisfied client was a thumbs-up to his resilience, a subtle jab back at those who thought they could limit him.Sure, the whispers from school still echoed faintly in his mind, remnants of old judgments, and critical eyes that had assumed he’d never amount to anything. That resentment fueled him, yet now it had morphed into energy that propelled his ambition. “Yeah, take that," he thought to himself, “I'm changing lives, one tattoo at a time.”As he finished his granola bar, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror across the room. He was no longer the timid boy with unruly hair and crooked glasses; he was Izuku Midoriya, a skilled artist with a growing reputation. And with each design, each new appointment, he was writing his own story—one filled with ink and confidence—and there was no stopping him now.Ochako bustled over, clipboard in hand, interrupting Izuku's moment of reflection. “Hey, Izuku! You have another appointment in five minutes!” she announced, her bright eyes sparkling with excitement. He leaned back in his chair, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he watched her approach, knowing she was both nervous and thrilled.“Oh really? I might need a minute,” he teased, adopting a mockingly serious tone.Her sheepish smile slipped through, and she beamed at him. “Honestly, I’m just so proud to have been by your side this whole time. You’ve turned into this amazing, talented, jaw-dropping guy!”Izuku chuckled, the warmth spreading through him. “Well, I couldn't have done it without you, Ochako. You're one of my biggest assets!” His tone carried a mix of sincerity and playful confidence that made her giggle.With a sigh, he took a long sip of water, feeling slightly parched from the focused hours spent at the tattoo machine. Rubbing his eyes, he felt the tension that built up slightly; tattooing was certainly difficult on the eyes, straining as he concentrated on every detail and every curve of the art. But despite the challenges, the thrill of creating something beautiful on a canvas of skin made it all worthwhile. “Hell,” he thought, “there’s nothing else I’d rather do.” The anticipation of another appointment ignited an unmistakable buzz within him, a reminder of why he loved this job so much. As he stood up, readying himself for the next client, he felt invincible, ready to tackle whatever came next.As the door swung open, Izuku’s heart raced at the sight that entered. Katsuki Bakugo walked in, and well, maybe he couldn't tackle whatever came next. He tried to maintain a facade of indifference, but it was hard to ignore the intense energy radiating from his former classmate. It had been ages since he’d seen him in person, and Katsuki looked nothing short of jaw-dropping—his blond hair slightly longer and tousled, red eyes sharply scanning the room like a predator on the hunt. Izuku couldn't help but notice the single earring that hung from his ear; it suited him, adding an edge to an already fierce appearance. Not to mention, Katsuki had bulked up, his muscular yet lean physique accentuated despite his casual hoodie and jeans.Katsuki’s eyes locked onto Izuku for a brief moment, a biting expression on his face as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. “I came for my appointment,” he said, his voice flat, a nonchalant coldness draping over his words.“Yeah, well no sh@t, Sherlock,” Izuku shot back, trying his hardest to sound tough despite the mix of nerves and anger swirling within him. Maybe it was Katsuki's overwhelming presence or just the history of one-upping each other; whatever it was, it made Izuku’s cheeks flush with a heated embarrassment he wanted to dislodge. “What—you think I’m running a f@ck@ng charity here?”Katsuki rolled his eyes, the smallest hint of a smirk appearing on his lips as he crossed his arms, avoiding Izuku's gaze. “Yeah, I get it. Just get on with it, nerd.”Izuku gritted his teeth, the reality of the situation sinking in. Here was the guy who had relentlessly tormented him back in school, now standing before him, both infuriating and intriguing. “Right, because waiting on you was my life’s goal,” he muttered, half sarcastic, half serious. He was a tattoo artist now, sure, but facing Katsuki brought back a flood of memories he had tried to suppress.“Just sit,” he finally snapped, motioning toward the chair, his voice catching slightly. “Let’s get this over with.”As Katsuki plopped down in the chair, a low, menacing tone rolled off his tongue, sending a shiver down Izuku's spine. "Make it good, or I'll blow your ass up," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.Izuku gulped, the air thickening with tension. "F@ck@ng hell," he muttered under his breath, his mind racing with the memories of Katsuki's brutal antics back in school. But as he gazed at his former classmate and bully, he couldn't help but remember that Katsuki had always been this way - magnetic and fierce, owning every place he walked into."Yeah, of course I'll make it good," Izuku said, attempting to sound confident. "I'm the best artist in the city. You're lucky to have me." He forced a smile onto his face as he turned to grab the necessary equipment.As he moved away, Katsuki's gaze followed him, and for a moment, Izuku caught a glimpse of something that looked almost...pitiful? guilty? The furrowed brows and scowl on his face didn't reach his eyes, which seemed to hold a deep sadness, a hint of regret. But Izuku quickly brushed it off as his imagination getting the better of him. He'd seen Katsuki's tough exterior before; it was nothing new."What do you want?" Izuku asked, trying to focus on the task at hand. "A tattoo?"Katsuki's expression didn't change, but his voice dropped to a low growl. "Of course, you d@mn nerd. Get to work."Izuku swallowed hard, feeling a spark of unease ignite within him. Something about Katsuki's tone sent a shiver down his spine. "What kind of design were you thinking?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.Katsuki leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "I don't know. Just make something that'll make me look good."Izuku raised an eyebrow. "You want me to do a custom design?"Katsuki's expression was unreadable, but his voice was firm. "Yeah. Make it good."Izuku took a moment to sketch out a design on his tablet, the lines and curves flowing effortlessly as he worked. He had an idea of what he wanted to create, something that would fit Katsuki's personality perfectly. When he looked up, Katsuki's unreadable gaze still lingered, and for a moment, Izuku felt that old, familiar sting of insecurity creeping back in. But he quickly shook off the feeling, reminding himself that he was no longer that fragile kid from back then."What the hell is this?" Katsuki asked, his voice neutral, as Izuku began to sketch out the design on his arm."I'm gonna put a stylized, flame-encircled sun on your chest, with the flames wrapping around your shoulder," Izuku explained, trying to keep his tone light and nonchalant. "It's a phoenix rising from the ashes, symbolizing strength and power. And the sun is a nod to your ego." He winked at Katsuki, who remained unfazed."Sounds like a mouthful," Katsuki drawled, his gaze drifting to Izuku's arm before snapping back to his face.Izuku smirked, his confidence returning. "Hey, I'm just trying to give you something that'll make you stand out in a crowd." He chuckled to himself, thinking about how Katsuki and his friends had made his life hell back in school. "You know, I always wondered how you'd feel if you couldn't just bully people into doing what you want."Katsuki's gaze dropped to his feet, his brows furrowed even deeper, and for a moment, Izuku was taken aback. He could've sworn he saw a flicker of regret in those eyes, but Katsuki quickly smoothed his expression. "Yeah, and how's that any of your business?" he snapped.Izuku grinned, feeling a spark of pride at having rattled Katsuki. "Oh, it's not. I just like to keep tabs on your fragile ego, Kacchan." He chuckled to himself, a wicked glint in his eye. The nickname flowed off his tongue, almost loving.Katsuki's eyes narrowed, but he didn't say a word, his expression as impassive as ever. But Izuku could sense the unease beneath the surface, and it made him feel like he'd struck a chord."Alright, get to work, then," Katsuki growled, his voice dripping with annoyance.Izuku nodded, his grin still plastered on his face. "Be right back, I just need to get the stencil ready." As he turned away, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having finally found his footing. It seemed that Katsuki Bakugo was just as predictable as ever, and it was almost...funny.Izuku glanced at the array of colored inks, pondering which shades would complement Katsuki's slightly tanned skin. After a moment's deliberation, he settled on a fiery combination of red and orange, envisioning how the vibrant hues would contrast beautifully against Katsuki's muscular form. As he prepared the inks, he finally allowed himself to take in the sight of Katsuki, shirtless and unguarded in his chair.Izuku felt the heat rise to his cheeks as he admired the perfect abs, broad shoulders, and slim waist that made Katsuki look like a god among men. "D@mn it," he muttered under his breath, guilt mingling with admiration. He hated himself for staring, for getting lost in the sight of him. Thankfully, Katsuki seemed to avoid eye contact, focusing intently on the wall instead, or else he might’ve caught Izuku swallowing hard, his thoughts racing far too close to inappropriate fantasies."Uh, y'know, this is gonna hurt like a b@tch," Izuku half joked, trying to break the tension while trying to shake off the flustered feeling coursing through him. "So you better not scream like a baby." Katsuki flicked his gaze up for a brief second, jaw tight, but didn't respond. Izuku couldn’t help but smirk; it was almost too easy to get a rise out of him.As Izuku started working on the tattoo, the needle buzzing softly in the air, he couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and irritation at Katsuki's stoic demeanor. Not a single flinch, not even a twitch as the needle kissed his skin. Instead, Katsuki fixed his gaze on the ceiling, jaw locked tight as if he were bracing himself against a storm. "You know, you could at least act like this hurts a little," Izuku quipped, a playful edge to his voice, but the irritation lingered beneath.D@mn him and his ridiculous composure, the way he refused to let anyone see even a hint of pain or vulnerability. Izuku focused harder on the lines, his frustration almost bubbling over. "What’s the point of being tough if you can't show a little humanity, Kacchan?" he muttered under his breath, half-wishing for a reaction. All he got in return was silence, and that made him more determined. "You're not a celestial being, you know. Just let yourself be real for once." Despite the fire in his chest, Izuku kept his hands steady, pouring his energy into the art as he added splashes of red and orange, the vibrant colors nearly illuminating the room.Suddenly, Katsuki broke the silence, his voice low and unexpectedly husky, sending a jolt through Izuku that he desperately tried to ignore. "So, how have you been since back then?" he asked, and Izuku couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly; it only amplified his resentment.“I've been great, don’t I look it?” he shot back, a cocky grin plastered on his face, but he caught the way Katsuki sighed, an uncharacteristic hint of guilt flickering across his features. "Relax, I'm not expecting an apology," Izuku teased, trying to keep the mood light, though beneath his facade, anger bubbled just under the surface.But Katsuki's gaze locked onto his, those beautiful, fierce eyes now softened with an intensity that made Izuku swallow hard. "You know, I’m not proud of what I did to you," Katsuki admitted, and the words felt like a punch to the gut.It was overwhelming, having him here, essentially acknowledging that he’d made Izuku’s school years a living hell. Instead of unleashing his emotions physically, Izuku forced a fake smirk, irritation coursing through him. "Couldn't care less about that. It was years ago; get over it. I know I did," he replied, the bravado masking the ache inside.Katsuki remained silent, yet there was an undeniable undercurrent of pity in his expression that ignited Izuku's anger, fueling the fire within. How dare he look at him with that mix of regret and indifference, as if he felt sorry for the very existence Izuku had rebuilt? Each heartbeat felt like a battle between wanting to tear down the walls Katsuki had built around his thoughts and the urge to shove the feelings aside, refusing to give in to what this moment was supposed to mean.Four years ago, U.A High SchoolIzuku found himself shoved against the wall, the impact stealing the breath from his lungs as pain shot through him. Katsuki loomed over him, eyes blazing with a mix of contempt and satisfaction, and beside him, Kirishima wore a grin that should have been friendly but felt like a dagger in Izuku’s gut. "You really need to do something about that mop on your head, Deku," Kirishima snickered, glancing at Katsuki. "No wonder all the girls run from you." Denki chimed in with his laugh, adding venomously, “Yeah, maybe hit the gym or something—you’re, like, a total f@t@ss.” Their words stung, true or not, but nothing cut deeper than the scathing look Katsuki shot him, as if he were nothing more than a waste of air."Just punch him already," Kirishima said, egging Katsuki on, and with a swift motion, he obliged. Katsuki’s fist connected with Izuku's face, rough and powerful, a stark contrast to Izuku's frailness. Blood spilled from his mouth, the metallic taste mingling with the humiliation flooding his system. Another punch landed—harder this time—and Izuku felt the edges of his vision blur and fade. His eyes fluttered open and closed, teetering on the brink of consciousness as Katsuki delivered a brutal kick to his stomach, sending him gasping to the ground. “You’re better off killing yourself, you piece of sh@t,” he spat, the venomous words echoing in Izuku’s mind long after they left, laughter trailing like a haunting wind. In that moment, as the world darkened around him, he felt utterly broken—utterly alone—while Katsuki and his friends walked away, leaving nothing behind but the crushing weight of their cruelty.The water in the shower seemed to beat down on Izuku's skin like the constant barrage of insults and fists. He scrubbed at his skin, a futile attempt to erase the humiliation from his face and the memories from his mind. The more he looked in the mirror, the more he seemed to see every flaw, every imperfection, until his reflection was all that was left of him. Tears swelled in his eyes, and he turned his face away, but still, they spilled down his cheeks. He was disgusting. He was weak. He was nothing.The doorbell pierced the gloom, and Izuku's heart sank. No, it couldn't be. Not now. Not when he was still trying to pick up the shattered pieces of his ego. He hesitated, unsure of what to do, but as he made his way to the door, he realized it was Katsuki standing there. F@ck. They'd see him like this, beaten up and broken, and what would they do? They’d cause a scene again and give Katsuki and his friends more of a reason to bully him. He grunted and opened the door, trying to hide the worst of it from Katsuki's gaze, but the boy just looked at him with a furrowed brow. "What are you doing here?" he spat, a mix of anger and shame laced in his voice.Katsuki's expression softened, and for a moment, he looked concerned. "Are you okay? I didn't figure I hit you that hard," he said, his words like a slap in the face.Izuku snorted and stepped aside, letting Katsuki in. "Why do you keep doing this to me?" he asked, the question burning in his chest like an open wound. Katsuki looked away for a moment, his shoulders tense, before turning back.His eyes locked onto Izuku's, and for a second, he seemed to see something genuine there. "Dunno. I just...like your face when you cry," he said, the words dripping with a mixture of cruelty and...something else. Something that looked almost like sadness.“You’re messed up, Kacchan,” Izuku said, his voice low but firm, yet there was a flicker of admiration hidden beneath the scorn.Katsuki grinned, seeming almost proud of the title. “Yeah, I know. Can't help myself. You look so weak and small, I just—want to break you.”The words hit Izuku like a punch to the gut, and he stared down at his feet, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. He wanted to retort, wanted to throw a punch at the @ssh@l@ standing in front of him, but deep down, he knew he didn’t stand a chance against the force that was Katsuki.Katsuki stepped closer, his hands suddenly cupping Izuku's face, and for a brief moment, Izuku felt a strange warmth radiating from him. The gaze Katsuki held could almost be mistaken for care, for something deeper, and yet, Izuku couldn’t allow himself to believe it. Not from him. Not after everything.As Katsuki's fingers brushed under the bruises he'd left only hours earlier, his expression twisted into something fierce and almost concerned. “Got something on my face?” Izuku half teased, forcing a grin that felt more like a mask than a smile, desperate to cover up the flood of emotions clawing to break free.But as Katsuki's touch lingered, it felt confusingly intimate and protective—a stark contrast to the violence he’d inflicted earlier. “You think it’s f@ck@ng funny, huh?” Katsuki growled, but there was a softness in his voice that belied the hostility. “You really think you can just joke around when I—” he cut himself off, eyes searching Izuku’s face as if he were looking for a reason to unleash hell or to pull him in. “Shut up for a second, alright?” All at once, the lines blurred between pain and something that felt almost like care, leaving Izuku's heart racing with a mix of dread and hope.Katsuki pressed his lips against Izuku’s gently, a frightening contrast to the aggressive, needy kisses that had marked their chaotic history. This kiss was soft and sweet, each brush of his mouth igniting a torrent of conflicting emotions within Izuku that made his heart swell, threatening to spill over in tears.He kissed back, clinging to Katsuki like a desperate lifeline, feeling a warmth that both comforted and terrified him. “You’re pretty like this, Izuku,” Katsuki murmured between kisses, and as his hands moved to grip Izuku’s waist, then tangled into his messy curls, Izuku felt the rush of vulnerability and tenderness wash over him.A sharp tug on his hair made him gasp, the slight sting igniting something primal within him, but before he could process it, Katsuki seized the moment, his tongue pushing past Izuku's lips. All Izuku could do was inhale the intoxicating scent of Katsuki, losing himself in the sensation of his hands and the heat that radiated from their connection, as if every kiss was pulling him deeper into an abyss of conflicting desires.They kept kissing, Katsuki's hands roaming over Izuku's body, igniting fire beneath his skin with every caress. When Katsuki finally pulled back, they were both panting slightly, and Izuku instinctively reached up to touch his own lips, feeling how sore and puffy they had become from their passionate exchanges. The reality of that intimacy hit him like a wave. “How long are we going to keep doing this, Kacchan?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, a mix of confusion and vulnerability.Katsuki looked at him, a hint of irritation flashing in his eyes. “Doing what?” he replied, almost defensively, like he didn’t quite understand the weight of Izuku’s words.Izuku swallowed hard, steeling himself. “You know… you beating the sh@t out of me at school, bullying me with your friends, then… meeting up with me in secret and making out with me like you actually like me, like you find me attractive,” he pressed on, his voice gaining strength despite the tremor. “Why do you even do this? Don’t you hate my guts? Don’t my looks repulse you?” The bravado in his tone faltered at the end, giving way to the vulnerability he felt.Katsuki’s expression turned unreadable, and that infuriated Izuku even more. “You think I hate you?” Katsuki finally asked, his voice low and almost challenging. “You really think I’d waste my time on someone I despise?”“It feels like you do! One minute you’re throwing punches, and the next you’re—” Izuku cut himself off, his heart pounding. “It doesn’t make sense, Kacchan! I just… I don’t get it!”Katsuki stepped closer again, his eyes locked onto Izuku's as if searching for something he couldn’t articulate. “Look, I don’t know how to f@ck@ng explain it!” he snapped, frustration seeping into his voice. “It’s like… I can’t help but want to push you around and protect you at the same time. You,” he paused, taking a breath as if it were hard to admit, “you’re the only one who makes me feel anything.”Izuku’s heart raced at the confession, torn between disbelief and hope. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice small. “You can’t just bully someone you care about, Kacchan. That’s not how it works.”Katsuki’s gaze softened for a moment, and he stepped even closer, closing the gap. “You want me to treat you like a f@ck@ng princess? Make it all nice and tidy?” he asked, incredulous. “I don’t know how to do that! But…” he hesitated, biting his lip like it was hard to admit, “I want you. It’s just complicated, alright? You just have to know that I—”Izuku interrupted, “You what? Care? What the hell does that even mean coming from you?” His own emotions were a tangle, and he felt exposed under Katsuki’s penetrating gaze.“It means…” Katsuki trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, eyes glinting with a raw honesty. “It means you’re a pain in my ass, but I can’t stop thinking about you. Goddmmit!”As they stood there, the air between them crackled with an intensity that felt both terrifying and exhilarating, and Izuku knew they stood at a crossroads—one path leading back to their old routine and the other towards something entirely uncharted.Present, Izuku’s tattoo studioIzuku's back was starting to ache from hunching over to tattoo Katsuki's chest, the intricate design taking longer than anticipated. Katsuki didn’t ask for breaks, and of course he wouldn’t—pride and stubbornness were his middle names. Izuku knew he wouldn’t ever admit he needed a pause from the pain, but he certainly did. Leaning back, he stretched out a bit and caught Katsuki’s gaze, which snapped to him with an intensity that made Izuku’s heart skip a beat.“I need a break, dude. My back’s killing me,” Izuku said, trying to keep his tone light but feeling the weariness in his voice.Katsuki merely nodded, his expression shifting into a contemplative stare that was strangely unsettling. “Yeah, I can tell,” he admitted quietly, his voice almost softer than usual.Izuku frowned, glancing at him. “You’re awfully quiet. Not like the guy I knew in high school.”“Just thinking,” Katsuki replied, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond Izuku, seemingly lost in thought. “It’s kinda weird, you know?”“What? The tattoo or…?” Izuku started, puzzled by the sudden shift in Katsuki’s demeanor.“No, not the tattoo,” Katsuki interrupted, the annoyance creeping back in as he leaned back on his elbows. “It’s just… this,” he paused, shrugging slightly. “You and me, like this. It’s different.”“Different good? Or different bad?” Izuku asked cautiously, intrigued and a little nervous about the answer.“Different good,” Katsuki said, his eyes finally meeting Izuku's. “Like, the kind of different that makes you think.”Izuku felt his heart flutter at the unexpected honesty. “You mean you’re actually thinking about something that isn’t punching me?” he teased lightly, trying to ease the tension, but he couldn’t help but feel how serious Katsuki was being.Katsuki rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the small smirk tugging at his lips. “Shut up, Deku. It’s not all about you, you know.”“Oh really? It always seemed that way,” Izuku shot back, but his tone was light-hearted.Katsuki groaned but then relaxed, the weight lifting off the charge that had been hanging between them. “Okay, maybe it was sometimes.” He leaned back further, staring up at the ceiling. “I just never thought I’d be here, getting inked by you. It's nice, but it’s weird. Doesn’t feel like the sh@t we used to do.”“Yeah, I get that,” Izuku replied, glancing down at the tattoo needle he held, feeling the heaviness of their past and the weight of their shared moments. “But maybe weird is just what we need, right?” He teased.Katsuki’s gaze returned to Izuku, and for a brief moment, there was a flicker of something else in his eyes—vulnerability, perhaps? “Yeah, maybe,” he said, looking away again. “But don’t get too comfortable or anything.”Izuku chuckled, feeling more at ease now. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Kacchan.”Izuku took a long sip of water, feeling the cool liquid slide down his throat when he noticed Katsuki staring at him. Those piercing red eyes followed the movement of his Adam's apple, and Izuku felt heat blossom on his cheeks, the blush creeping up his neck. D@mn it, he wasn’t a teenager with a crush anymore; he needed to compose himself. But knowing Katsuki, shameless in every way even back in school, it wasn’t a surprise he just kept staring.Finally, Katsuki broke the silence. “You look different.”Izuku scoffed, attempting to dismiss the compliment. “Of course I look different; I’m not sixteen anymore.”Katsuki shook his head slightly, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Yeah, guess not. You’re taller now, put on some muscle too.” He pointed at Izuku’s biceps, which were nicely hugged by his tight T-shirt. Izuku couldn’t deny it—he’d been hitting the gym for two years and had developed a lean physique. Still, Katsuki’s unwavering gaze felt like it was searching deeper, taking in his features as if he were seeing him for the first time.Izuku wasn’t that insecure teenager anymore, but under Katsuki's intense scrutiny, he found himself looking away, feeling slightly exposed. “You have a lot of piercings,” Katsuki pointed out, his eyes drifting from Izuku’s pierced ears to the silver ring in his lip.Izuku touched the piercing nervously, then quickly shifted back into teasing mode. “You like it?” he asked, smirking as he tugged at the ring.He watched as Katsuki’s jaw clenched, a mix of admiration and something else flickering in his eyes. “You dyed your hair too,” Katsuki noted, and Izuku couldn’t help but chuckle.“Yeah, my black hair reminded me of how lame I used to be.”Katsuki merely hummed, as if lost in thought. Then, to Izuku’s surprise, he reached out, fingers brushing against Izuku’s hair, taking a curl between them. “I like the green; it matches your eyes,” he said softly before letting go.Izuku froze, realizing he’d been holding his breath, heart racing at the unexpected compliment. “Uh, right…” he stammered, trying to regain his composure. “I figured I might as well go bold, you know?”“Yeah, well, it’s working for you,” Katsuki admitted, as his gaze lingered just a moment longer, an unspoken connection thrumming in the air between them.Izuku focused intently on his work, the tattoo needle buzzing in the air as he tried to push back the feelings bubbling up inside him. Being this close to Katsuki was a challenge in itself; the warmth radiating from him mixed with that intoxicating scent made Izuku's heart race.He couldn’t afford to think about how undeniably sexy Katsuki looked—no, he shouldn’t, especially not after everything that had happened in their past. It seemed impossible, though, as memories flashed through Izuku's mind, particularly the way Katsuki used to kiss him so tenderly after he had been too rough on him, almost like he was trying to erase the pain. Izuku bit his lip, shaking his head slightly to dispel those thoughts; he was over this, or at least he had convinced himself he was.Every blink and every brush of their skin threatened to unravel that tranquility, though, and just like that, he found himself tangled in Katsuki’s aura all over again, fighting against the remnants of high school feelings he thought he’d buried deep. He needed to stay composed—after all, he was a tattoo artist now, not the awkward kid who had fallen for the bully. "Just focus on the tattoo," he muttered under his breath, hoping to drown out the chaos in his mind.Izuku kept his hands steady as he worked, but Katsuki's question cut through the buzzing atmosphere like a knife. “Do you hate me? For what I did to you?” His voice was hoarse, cracked with an emotion Izuku hadn't expected.A bittersweet smile crept onto Izuku’s face as he felt that familiar pang of vulnerability rise within him. "Did I ever hate you?" he replied, a teasing lilt to his voice, though part of him felt pathetic for even engaging in this conversation. Katsuki's brows furrowed, his expression shifting from tension to something deeper—could it be fear, guilt, maybe even hope?“Did you?” Katsuki asked, earnestness spilling from his voice, and for a moment, Izuku felt his heartbeat quicken at the rawness of it all.“I could never, ever, hate you, Kacchan. No matter how much of a d@ck you were to me,” he finally admitted with a resigned sigh, feeling the weight of those words settle between them.Katsuki's gaze softened, the rigidness in his posture loosening as he leaned back in the chair, throwing his head back in disbelief. The air grew thick with unspoken tension, layered in memories both painful and beautiful, and Izuku wondered if perhaps they'd crossed a threshold into a new understanding—one that could redefine their past and shape whatever might come next."Just accept it, alright?" Izuku added, trying to lighten the mood while his heart raced with the potential of what this moment could mean.Hours melted away, leaving Izuku's eyes heavy from the strain of focusing. He pulled back from the tattoo, wincing in relief as he set the needle down, and reached for his phone. "I'm hungry. You want anything?" he asked, his tone laced with exhaustion. Katsuki's response was a simple "I'm good." Izuku raised an eyebrow, letting out a sarcastic chuckle, and ordered a large pizza with a few extra toppings. As the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of their food, Izuku stood up, his hunger momentarily forgotten.He walked back to the table, pizza box in hand, and slid it onto the surface in front of Katsuki. "Eat up, Kacchan," he said with a hint of disdain, but before Katsuki could take a bite, Izuku's eyes locked onto his, and his voice took on a sharp edge. "You know, I was just thinking about the good old days when you used to 'discipline' me," Izuku sneered, air quotes dancing in the air. "No reason, no rhyme, just a healthy dose of your special brand of cruelty."Katsuki's eyes flashed, and he opened his mouth to respond, but Izuku wouldn't let him finish. "Yeah, you never did explain why you enjoyed breaking me so thoroughly. Said it was because I was a crybaby, that's right? Said I was your own personal punching bag, and you loved my 'crying face'." Izuku's voice dropped to a menacing growl, his face inches from Katsuki's. "F@ck@ng crazy @ssh@l@, that's what you were, Kacchan. Crazy." Katsuki's gaze faltered, his eyes shutting in a mixture of regret and discomfort.Izuku's eyes blazed with anger, his chest heaving with emotion. "You have no idea why you did that to me. None. Zip. Zero. And honestly, I don't care. What I care about is that you're sitting here, looking all innocent and 'I'm sorry,' while forgetting the hell you put me through. And, sweetheart? You're not sorry. Not really. You're just sorry because you got caught, because you got called out."Katsuki's face darkened, a mixture of defensiveness and guilt swirling across his features, and he snatched the last slice of pizza from the box before taking a bite. "Eat up, Izuku," he spat, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're going to be hungry again soon."Izuku chuckled softly before taking a hefty bite of the pizza, but the flavor suddenly turned bland as his appetite faded. Katsuki raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "So much for not hating me, huh?" he quipped, sinking his teeth into his own slice, a sh@t-eating grin plastered on his face.With a frustrated sigh, Izuku ran both hands through his messy hair, feeling the weight of old memories pressing down on him. "Hating you and being angry at the sh@t you did is different, Kacchan!" he retorted, his voice carrying an edge of exasperation.Katsuki snorted, unfazed. "Do you really regret what you did to me?" Izuku asked, eyes narrowing as he took another bite.Katsuki’s breath caught, locking eyes with Izuku, the weight of the question hanging in the air. For a moment, the playful banter vanished, replaced by something heavier. He halted mid-bite, jaw clenched, then responded, "You have no idea," before resuming his assault on the pizza, as if dismissing the gravity of the moment.Izuku let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. Well, there goes all the self-improvement I’d worked toward, he thought, irritation bubbling at the surface. The moment Katsuki walked back into his life, all that growth vanished, like smoke in the wind. "You still have that power over me, you know? Even after all these years, you’re still just a f@ck@ng walking disaster," he spat, leaning forward, glaring at Katsuki.The frustration surged, but deep down, Izuku felt the familiar pull of the past—a mixture of anger and something he couldn’t quite place. "I swear, Kacchan, if you didn't drive me crazy, I'd actually be able to eat in peace."After what felt like an eternity, Izuku finally set down the needle and took a step back, a proud smile spreading across his face as he admired the tattoo he had just completed. Katsuki stood up to inspect his new ink in the mirror, and Izuku couldn't help but relish the way Katsuki's eyes widened in admiration. The tattoo was a masterpiece, intricate yet bold, perfectly embodying the fierce spirit of the @ssh@l@ wearing it like armor."Looks good," Katsuki murmured, his voice low and genuine.Izuku capitalized on the moment, leaning against the wall with a teasing grin. "Sorry, what was that?" he asked, his tone playful.Katsuki only grinned wider. "It looks good, Deku." A rush of warmth filled Izuku as he basked in the compliment, nudging his own pride even higher."Yeah, I’m a f@ck@ng artist," he replied, now energized. He pulled out his phone, gesturing for Katsuki to stay still for some shots. "Hey, can I get your face in this, too?" He asked, a cheeky tone to his voice.Katsuki’s brow arched with mock seriousness, "Why wouldn’t you? It would be a waste with a face like mine."Izuku stared at him with a bland expression, shaking his head incredulously. "You’re still overly infatuated with yourself," he shot back, snickering as he positioned his phone to snap the picture.The shot captured Katsuki perfectly: his well-built body framed the tattoo strikingly, emphasizing the lines and curves of his muscles. The side profile highlighted his strong jawline, while his messy yet attractive hair added a rebellious charm, falling effortlessly around his face. He looked fierce and confident, and Izuku couldn’t help but feel a swell of satisfaction as he clicked the shutter."D@mn, if I didn't know any better, I’d say you belong in a magazine or something," Izuku teased, glancing up to meet Katsuki’s eyes.Izuku carefully wrapped the tattoo, giving Katsuki a set of instructions on how to take care of the new ink. Katsuki rolled his eyes, a sarcastic smirk spreading across his face as he replied, "Yeah yeah, I know how to take care of a tattoo, you d@mn nerd." A defeated sigh escaped Izuku's lips as he handed over the after-care pamphlet, a mixture of frustration and affection warring inside him.As Katsuki paid and turned to leave, Izuku began cleaning up for his next appointment, grateful that the petite girl who was arriving soon only wanted a simple tattoo. He glanced up, expecting Katsuki to be out the door, but he still lingered, standing by the doorway with an unreadable expression. Izuku decided to tease him, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "What, does your highness need to be walked out?" he quipped, his grin spreading wide.The room fell silent, except for the sound of Katsuki's sharp intake of breath. Then, in a flash of movement, Katsuki lunged forward and smashed his lips against Izuku's, the force sending Izuku stumbling backward. His hands were already tangled in Izuku's messy hair, pulling him into a fierce kiss. The world around them faded as they lost themselves in the moment. Breathless and trembling, they eventually broke apart, gazing into each other's eyes."I've wanted to do that since I saw you," Katsuki growled, his voice low and husky.Izuku's eyes widened as he tried to process the unexpected attack. "I wasn't expecting that," he admitted, a chuckle escaping his lips. "You know, back then you usually beat me up first, then came to kiss me in private."Katsuki's expression darkened, his pupils narrowing into slits. "Shut up," he growled, his lips curling into a snarl as he took Izuku's bottom lip between his teeth, biting hard enough to make Izuku gasp and whine.A spark of anger erupted within Izuku, and he punched Katsuki in the chest. "What the hell, Kacchan?" he exclaimed, his eyes blazing with indignation.Katsuki simply smirked, a wicked glint in his eye. "Sorry, you talked too much today." He leaned forward once more, his mouth brushing against Izuku's in a gentle caress before retreating, leaving Izuku's lips tingling. The air was heavy with tension as they locked gazes, their breathing the only sound between them. In that moment, it was clear that nothing had changed, and the spark between them was still burning hotter than ever."Well, I guess that means we're doing this tonight," Katsuki said huskily, his words dripping with promise.Izuku's heart was already pounding in anticipation, and he couldn't help but wonder what the night held for him and the one person who could push his buttons like no one else. "Yeah, I'm counting on it," Izuku said, his voice barely above a whisper, his heart racing with excitement.'
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