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Assistant: Title: From The Sidelines
        Author: suffocatingspring suffocatingspring 
        Chapter: 8/14 
        Summary: When long-time enemies, Bakugo Katsuki--the all-star athlete and rascal of Ise--and Izuku Midoriya, the town sweetheart, are paired together for a long-term project, the quiet beachside town of Ise suddenly gets a bit louder.In which, Katsuki is an @ssh@l@ pole vaulter, Izuku is going to fail psychology, and both are about to have the most intense spring semester yet.
        Contents: Chapter 8: The County Fair
    

    


      
        
          [READ: you might have missed chapter 7 so pls see if you’ve read that first!] 24.9k words  : I apologize for this horrible chapter pls bear w me :(My laptop keyboard is water damaged so I finger typed this ch. on my phone I'm so sorry for the slow update but I MISS YOU GUYS. Also I’ll edit typos in the morning hahahttps://open.spotify.com/playlist/0snFtSvokWIcPVSb62VXIy
            
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    Izuku doesn’t remember the last time it rained this long in Ise. The skies cried for weeks, and its tears swept through the streets, flooded the drains, and beat down on the rooftops of quaint pastel homes. Gray clouds blanketed the city and the greenish-blue tint just refused to go away. The sunny afternoons, golden sunsets, and humid air that everyone in Ise was so used to disappeared for what seems like forever. The only semblance of what the beachside town normally looked like was at night on the few days where the rain would stop for a little bit. Izuku doesn’t mind it too much; however, it was a bit of a h@ssle. First, everything was cancelled or postponed. The yearly county fair that everyone looked forward to was pushed back three or so weeks, considering that the fairgrounds were flooded. After-school activities held outdoors were cancelled altogether. Second, the melancholy weather did not add to the mood within his house. The afternoon following Izuku and his mother’s fight once school let out for the day was the first time he’ll see his mother since the fiasco of the night before. And Izuku had felt the negative energy and tension before he even stepped foot into the house. Life was sucked out of every crevice, every room, every pocket of space the house occupied. From the walls of the house to the colorful decor neatly placed here and there, it felt gray against the awful lighting that the rainy days provided. And coupled with the depressing mood inside of the Midoriya household, Izuku could barely stand to be here. Inko didn’t talk to him. Food was prepared on the table. Their gl@sses of water filled. Their plates made. And so they eat dinner quietly at the table, across from one another. There was only 2 feet of table between them, but it felt like two oceans. Izuku couldn’t tell what his mother was thinking, and he couldn’t even read it in her large and expressive eyes that he inherited. Inko had rings under her eyes, a somber but rather blank expression on her face, and bodily movements that seemed to be exhausted. Izuku felt horrible. He felt so, so bad. Because he knew that he was the cause of it. He knew that he was reasoning for his mother’s tears, lack of sleep, lack of energy, lack of life. And he was tempted to apologize, just so that the air between them is somewhat normal again. He wanted so badly to automatically do what he’s been habituated and taught to do his entire life and apologize just so that there is no negative feelings in the room. But then, he thought, then what? If he apologizes, and gives in once more to her, then what? The cycle will only repeat. The arguments, the discontent, the tension, the horrible sentiments will only happen again, and again, and again. And then, he also thought to all that Katsuki had said to him in that one argument. It wasn’t a bad thing to be happy, to be forgiving, or sentimental. In fact, those were great traits. What was a bad thing was when he has to force those feelings, when he didn’t want to. What was a bad thing, was when he doesn’t have healthy amounts of anger and sadness when it is necessary for his own justice. And to give in and apologize to his mother, when he had done nothing wrong, would be doing an injustice to himself. He needed to stand his ground, and advocate for himself. And so, although it was painful, although he loved conversation with his mother, although he wanted nothing more for them to be happy together again, Izuku sits through the quiet dinner. Because it was not his responsibility to repair a broken house when he was not the one who broke it. Because he wanted to prove to himself not for Katsuki, not for the world, not for anyone else, that he can put his feelings first, for once. And not accept anything less. And so, Izuku sat there and bore the awkward silence. And afterward, went up to his room without another word. This goes on for weeks. Painful weeks. And in those weeks, Izuku has left the house whenever he wanted right through the front door. No more sneaking around the corner, and no more asking for permission with a heavy heart and hours of self-preparation. In the rubble aftermath of the chaos within his house, Izuku took the opportunity to turn a new leaf. He just left. And he’ll spend his time after school or so at Katsuki’s house, or wherever that they may be. In a creek, on some cliff, in rice patties just running around. Laying back on the side couch of Katsuki’s room, listening to the tapping of the rain against the window, wasting an afternoon away, was becoming one of Izuku’s preferred activities.They never put the lights on, preferring the ambiance of the dark rain clouds casting a greenish tint in the room, and when the sun actually goes down, the two boys are often left in a ghostly darkness. In which their eyes have adjusted long ago, and the pale yellow street lamp from outside shining in, casting rain shadows in Katsuki’s bedroom, was more than enough to see the outlines of everything. They didn’t really need to do much. Just sitting there in each other’s presence was enough. They matched paces with the rainfall. When it was loud and thundering, their conversations were more boisterous and hectic, filled with hectic laughter and energy. When the rain was gentle and light, their conversations were slower and softer in tone. And when it would stop for a couple of minutes here and there, they’d simply sit in quiet, enveloped in the homey atmosphere. In those few minutes, Izuku would glance over at Katsuki, and the blonde would just stare up at the ceiling, arms on the sides of the couch as he leans into the seat. The greenette takes this moment to very quietly and subtly lay back, until his head is on Katsuki’s lap and his feet are resting up against the ends of the couch. In those quiet minutes, Katsuki, if he opposes the action, does not say anything. He just looks down at his lap, where a doe eyed boy now lays, and goes back to looking at the ceiling. The second time Izuku did it, he played with the fabrics of Katsuki’s shorts just to have something to do with his hands, while his mind drifts off into some superhero fantasy. The third time Izuku did it, he softly traces his fingers along the veins of Katsuki’s roughened hand, which was resting near his head. Oh, how he wanted to lace their fingers together.The fourth time Izuku did it, Katsuki without saying a word, nonchalantly brushed his hand through Izuku’s green hair. Katsuki had ruffled his hair before, or even tucked a piece behind his ear, but never has the blonde just ran his fingers through it like this. The short male, startled by the initiation of a touch he wanted so badly, had to catch himself and forced his brain to calm down so that he doesn’t move, and ruin the moment. And so instead, Izuku pretends that it didn’t affect or surprise him: the way Katsuki’s usually rough fingers softly glided through his hair and twirled pieces here and there. “Your hair isn’t as tangled as I thought it’d be, nerd,” Even Katsuki’s tone was softer than usual. Izuku smiles gently, “It just looks like it would be, right? I’ve tried taming it a million times, but pieces just kind of go everywhere, no matter what I do.”Katsuki lifts the corner of his lips as he twirled a piece of green hair, “Yeah?” Izuku giggles, “Yeah. But I’ve tried to no avail. I think it makes me look a little ugly and childish, you know what I mean?” Katsuki tells him then after a moment, “No.” “No to what?” Izuku asks, tapping his fingers on the blonde’s knees. “No, as in,” Katsuki says, “I don’t know what you mean.” At this, the greenette turns his head slightly to look up at Katsuki with slightly wide eyes, and his face turned slightly red. He was unsure of what to say, and so he says nothing. But the comment sticks on his mind for a long time afterwards.  The conversation they had that one night in the school parking lot after it had rained never left Izuku’s mind. And the boy could tell that his words had affected Katsuki as well. These weren’t small issues or such that went away overnight. Things like what they were asking each other required time, patience, and tender care. Izuku had asked Katsuki to be more in tune with his positivity, while the blonde had asked Izuku to be more in tune with his negativity. But it wasn’t as if one conversation can morph someone into a different person overnight. Years of build up and habits will linger in a person’s bones for a long time, before they can shake it out. And yet. In the small ways, Izuku could see that Katsuki was trying, even if it wasn’t always perfect. Even if Katsuki wasn’t fully aware he was trying. It’s in the small acts of openness that Izuku can see that Katsuki was trying to make good of his promise. When Katsuki talked to him in school unprompted for the first time, Izuku was so shocked he couldn’t really say anything back. He shouldn’t have been, since he asked for it after all. And yet, when Katsuki approached him during a break and asked about the new episode of this show they watched together, Izuku just stared at him wide eyed, as if he wasn’t supposed to be there. Izuku knew others were watching. And he held contact with those ruby eyes for a while as he tries to decipher the situation. And when he took too long, the blonde rolled his eyes, muttered out a forget it and walked away. That was enough to had pulled Izuku out of his seat, and within minutes, he was no longer questioning anything. He just took up all of Katsuki’s space, and babbled on and on, hoping that if he talks excitedly and fast enough, he won’t stop to think that wow, Katsuki is trying. It wasn’t perfect. Izuku could tell that the other had his reservations about talking on certain things, or exhibiting certain behaviors. But that was to be expected. They argued. They fought. Katsuki was not suddenly open and sweet. But it was fine. Besides, it wasn’t as if Izuku was perfect either. His automatic reaction for any misdeed would be to make up excuses for it. Maybe they are just tired. Maybe they had a bad day. Maybe they didn’t mean it like that. But to rewire his brain to not accept excuses for being rude was difficult, but necessary.His first opportunity came when he overheard a conversation walking past two girls saying that they didn’t understand why Bakugo Katsuki spent all of his time with Midoriya Izuku, since as far as they knew, the greenette was a ‘goodie-two shoes.’Izuku has always disliked that nickname for him, because it put him in a box that he didn’t even build for himself and gave people a preordained image of what he was like. However, he’s always just kind of kept quiet and maybe laugh along jokingly when someone would use the nickname in reference to him. This time, he paused near where they were speaking and his heart sped up. He was not a greatly confrontational person, especially in matters concerning himself. He’d much rather be hurt and avoid conflict, than make someone else feel guilty. But he thought about what Katsuki said, about him allowing himself to get stepped on or never being upset enough when he should be. And so Izuku turned towards the two girls and with a polite smile, tells them kindly, “Please don’t call me that.” It was nice, it was simply and non-aggressive. But it was more than what he would have done in the past. He can both be nice while standing up for himself in situations as such.  In a way, they balanced each other out well, slowly moving towards a point of equilibrium. Izuku had friends. He had good friends too. But none like Katsuki. None who reached into the little crevices of his mind and pull out aspects of him he didn’t know he needed. None who was slowly ditching practically everything but practice and tournaments just to be with him, even if they just spent the evening sitting in Katsuki’s room. Now that he felt like he could walk next to the taller in the hallways, or not hide away when they’re in public, or acknowledge each other more than a quick glance or nod, Izuku only knew he was one step closer to being destroyed by this fire. Katsuki has not gotten any less popular with admirers. If anything, the fact that he hasn’t been with anyone in what seemed like a while, made his pursuers even more crazy and adamant. Everyone wanted to be the person that the famed Bakugo Katsuki wanted so badly, that he’d break whatever dry spell he was in. Izuku has heard the pole vaulter’s friends ask the blonde too, what was going on. And every time, Katsuki would simply tell them that it wasn’t any of their d@mn business. And yet, it made him curious as well. He had asked Katsuki that one time; however, the answer wasn’t exactly indicative of anything. The greenette felt as if it was a matter of time before his heart shatters again, and so, he wasn’t getting his hopes up for anything. After all, maybe Katsuki was simply too focused on the pole vault tournaments that were getting more and more intense. The second regionals tournament had p@ssed during the weeks that had p@ssed, and Katsuki sweeped it. Izuku was not able to go, because he had a required student government meeting the Friday afternoon when it was hosted, but the greenette made sure to watch the footage afterwards.  Izuku also didn’t know why he was still agreeing on dates with Kaito. Izuku thinks that he still consciously holds on for an opportunity to forget about Katsuki, even if it’s not that successful. When he kisses Kaito, his brain remembers the taste of Katsuki’s lips. When Kaito holds his waist and pulls him closer, his mind recalls the sensation of Katsuki’s hands. When they do anything with each other, risqué or intimate, Izuku only wonders what it would be like with Katsuki. He knew it was wrong, and that his intentions were not in the right place. And yet, every time Kaito asks to hang out here and there, Izuku’s head flashes to the images of the girls or guys who are always on Katsuki, and ends up saying yes when he knew his heart wasn’t in it. It wasn’t fair to Kaito, nor was it fair to his feelings that were being starved. It did, however, sometimes feel as if Kaito wasn’t exactly being fair to him either. In a way, Izuku had the impression that Kaito wanted Izuku to be a certain type of person, and whenever he would ‘break character,’ it would make the taller male uncomfortable. The greenette was surprised that the other hasn’t asked him to be officially together yet. Izuku thinks that it was partially because Kaito already knew what Izuku would say. And yet, the brunette athlete was very nice to him. He was, for the most part, the gentleman that every mother wants their child to bring home. He opened doors for Izuku, paid the bill at restaurants, and was overall, a very polite gentleman without being completely boring. He had normal hobbies like sports and playing video games in his free time, and was going to go to school to be a lawyer, providing a stable income. Overall, Kaito was a platinum package, and yet, the idea of truly being with him almost felt suffocating to Izuku.  That being said, Izuku agrees to a date that Wednesday, when Kaito messages him saying that the weather was going to be clear tonight, after weeks of rain. They had missed the meteor shower that was supposed to happen weeks prior due to the cloud coverage from rain; however, another one was coming up tonight. Izuku didn’t mind the rain though. It was beautiful, and sometimes, he and Katsuki would just step out into it and just run somewhere. They swam in the rain. Katsuki taught Izuku how to pole vault once more in the rain. They biked around the neighborhood in the rain, stopping by the corner store to grab some snacks. Soggy potato chips were disgusting, but with Katsuki, they didn’t seem as bad. But Izuku guess that is what happens when you’re falling in love: everything is just a bit more beautiful. Kaito had told him that the dress code was casual, which was unusual, since the athlete liked taking Izuku to nice restaurants or just nice places in general, where he had to dress up a little. And so, when Kaito texted Izuku saying that he should just dress casual, Izuku raised an eyebrow. Were they actually going to do something a little less formal this time? Izuku asks the other where they were headed, and Kaito simply replied ‘a drive-in diner.’ Now, Izuku was even more suspicious. A drive-in diner was definitely not Kaito’s vibe. Drive-in diners were where all types of cars just pulled up to booths, order greasy, messy, but delicious food, and eat it in their cars parked in the cool little place. It was absolutely not Kaito Sen’s vibe, who preferred the elegance of sit down restaurants with white table clothes and water served in wine gl@sses. However, Izuku wasn’t complaining. The idea was nice. When Kaito pulls up to his house, Izuku walks out of the house, still not accustomed to not telling his mother anything as he leaves, and the brunette is dressed in a workout tank and a pair of joggers. And their conversation on the way to the drive-in diner was pretty normal. The other asked about his week, and Izuku asked him back. They talked about vault for a moment, and Izuku looked out into the sky. It was quickly getting dark, which was the best time to go to a drive-in diner anyways. When they enter the vicinity of the drive-in diner, Izuku takes in the sight. The night sky seemed even darker when juxtaposed with the neon signs of the place. The cute little building was small, with a neon sign that read Ben’s Burgers & Shakes, and gl@ss panels where people can see all the workers preparing the orders. And on either side of the tiny building were little booths for cars to pull in, right next to a screen displaying the extensive menu of fast food and endless milkshake options. All of the booths that the cars pulled into were connected by an awning rimmed with pink neon lights, which created a gorgeous glow in the place. The middle section was grass and some cement tables and chairs, in case people wanted to eat on actual tables instead of inside of their cars, but barely anyone was there. “The mushroom swiss burger here is really good,” Kaito mentions to him, “And the garlic butter fries.”Izuku takes this into consideration, “Oh really?”“Yeah,” Kaito laughs, “But I’m not going to order anything that’ll make my breath smell when I’m kissing you.”Izuku flushes.Kaito then turns to him, with a slight smile, “Should I not say something so explicit?”Izuku shakes his head, “No, it’s fine,” He grins, “So what are you going to get then?”“Hmm,” Kaito thinks then presses the button to order. A voice comes on, asking if they’re ready, and Kaito calls out, “Yeah, can I get an order of regular fries and a butter pecan milkshake? Midoriya, do you know what you want?”Izuku blinked, “Oh, you barely gave me any time,” He laughed, “But I’ll get some fries too and a cherry garcia milkshake. Medium please.”Kaito repeated the order, and then rolled his windows back up, sitting back into his seat. The athlete leans his seat back a little and stares out the windshield taking in the nice ambiance with a sigh. Izuku sits in the passenger seat with his knees pulled up to his chest, and watches his date. “So,” Izuku asked, trying to make conversation, “Is there any particular reason you wanted to go here today? It’s not really our usual vibe.” He laughs.“No reason,” Kaito says, looking over at Izuku, “Why? Do you not like it?”“Oh no! I really like this,” Izuku doesn’t mention that he prefers it to expensive restaurants, “It’s cozy.”“Hm,” Kaito nods, “That’s nice, then.”Izuku nods as well, unsure of what to say now, “Have you been here before?”“A couple of times,” Kaito replies, “Usually because my sister drags me.”“Oh, I didn’t know you had a sister,” Izuku mentions, “Is she older? Younger?”“Older,” Kaito tells him, “She’s nice. Her name is Yuki. She works in Kyoto, and comes home every couple of months to visit. You should meet her. You’re staying here for college, right?”Izuku was about to open his mouth to speak, when Kaito nodded to himself and continues. “That’ll be nice,” The boy makes commentary, “I can take the train back from the city every weekend to see you, and it’ll be easy.”Izuku’s lips parted and he realized then that he hadn’t even been thinking that far with Kaito, and now that he was, didn’t like the idea that the other assumed that he’d just be in Ise waiting for Kaito to come home and take him somewhere. “I’m…” Izuku looks down at his hands, feeling odd about his next statement, “...actually thinking about going to Waseda.”Kaito looked over at him and raised both brows at this, “Waseda?”Izuku nods, “Yeah! I’ve been thinking about it a lot.”“Waseda is kind of far,” Kaito announced his observation, “Why don’t you want to stay in Ise? I could come visit you on the weekends.”“Because,” Izuku frowned, “I really like the career opportunities there for what I want to go into.”Kaito nods to himself, “Are you sure it’s not because Bakugo is going to school in Tokyo?”“What?” Izuku felt like this conversation was going the wrong direction, “Why would it be?”“I don’t know,” Kaito moves his head from side to side, “Maybe because you seem to want to be near him all the time? And it’s just so convenient that you’ve seem to have planned on staying in Ise for so long, and in the past couple of months, you suddenly want to go to Waseda?”Izuku looks down at his lap, brows furrowed, “Kaito, you know I am my own person, right? I can have aspirations too, that have nothing to do with Kacchan, or you, or anyone else. I didn’t suddenly want to go to Waseda. I have just gained…” Izuku bit his lip, “confidence in what I want. Is that so bad?”Kaito frowns, “Of course not. That’s good, I guess. But you’d understand why I’m concerned, right?”Izuku snaps at him, “Kaito, please stop assuming everything I do is because of him. I hate how you pull him up in every conversation.”“Fine, I’m sorry,” Kaito puts both of his hands up. Izuku disliked how the blonde came up at least once every time they hang out. As if Izuku didn’t think about Katsuki enough as it was. “It’s fine,” Izuku sighed. Kaito looks over at the side, out the window from across where they were parked, and then back at Izuku. The athlete leaned over, bringing one hand over to lift Izuku’s chin so that those beautiful green eyes were looking straight at Kaito’s gray ones. Izuku looked up at the boy. “Let me express my apologies this way,” Kaito said before leaning down to pull Izuku into a kiss. It definitely took Izuku off guard, because of how random it was. And yet, Kaito seemed very passionate about it, and this was not just a quick peck, but a deep kiss. In less than ten seconds, the athlete’s hands was around his jaw and top park of Izuku’s neck, holding his head firmly, as he takes Izuku’s lips onto his own. Just going with the flow that seemed absolutely out of nowhere, Izuku kissed back, seeing how much Kaito seemed to be into it. The boy’s lips were definitely soft, and Izuku was getting used to the sensation of Kaito’s mouth. The athlete did like to kiss him a lot when they go out together, amongst other things. And so, now, as they wait for their food, Kaito was practically going heavy for his lips, and Izuku was running out of oxygen. He pulled away for a second, and Kaito utilyzed that time to go for his jaw, placing kisses along Izuku’s soft skin, while Kaito’s hand move from the base of his neck and down to his shoulders. Kaito brushed aside part of Izuku’s shirt, so that his shoulder was exposed, and the other’s hands were massaging the skin of his right shoulder while kissing his neck, not leaving any marks. Izuku held onto Kaito’s biceps, as he wonders what was Kaito moving so quickly for. This was usually fast, even for them.Right when he was about to ask, the brunette came back up and locked lips with Izuku once more, biting down on the greenette’s bottom lip so that it would swell up, and Izuku whimpered out in a slight pain that was more enjoyable when Katsuki did it. Immediately, once he whimpered, Kaito pushed his tongue down Izuku’s throat, which also surprised the other, but in a moment of heat and confusion, Izuku just went with it. Meanwhile, Kaito’s hands was pushing down on Izuku’s shirt, trying to reveal more skin.  And he would have succeeded if several whoops and hollers didn’t erupt from outside of the car, effectively scaring Izuku and making the shorter male jump slightly in his seat. Kaito back off him, but oddly enough, didn’t bother to look at who was there and instead, looked over at Izuku. Izuku, however, was shocked by the sudden intrusion of sound, and so he turned his head. And his heart immediately began to beat faster, because from across the parking lot, now coming onto the grass in the middle with all of the cement tables was the group of pole vaulters from Ise High. And they were hollering and whistling at the show that Kaito just practically gave them. Denki Kaminari cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled out as the group got closer, “Kaito Sennnn! Get some, my man!” Izuku’s face flushed, and he looked over at Kaito, who didn’t seem too bothered by it. The boy in question rolls down the windows, as some people approached. But Izuku was a bit overwhelmed and confused. First of all, what was everyone doing here. Second of all, he literally just had Kaito’s hands all over him and his mouth thoroughly explored as the group of pole vaulters are pulling up? Thirdly, f@ck@ng hell, Bakugo Katsuki was with them. Izuku knew that Katsuki was busy tonight, but he didn’t know it was going to be with his team. Izuku spots Katsuki emerging from the car last, as the driver of a couple of the team members. They had to take three cars, in order to fit all the team, and they parked in the booths, before getting out. And when he gets out, Izuku feels bile rising up to his chest. The blonde was wearing a simple white t-shirt that hugged his figure and black basketball shorts, and he immediately made eye contact with Izuku, whose face was still shocked by the sudden intrusion. Katsuki had no expression on his face as he steps out of the car and pockets his keys, but as he walked across the grass, the blonde simply raises a brow before looking over at Kaito and then back at him. Izuku then finds the will to look away from that piercing stare, and his brain travels back to that night in the guest bedroom when the taller had expressed obvious jealousy regarding Kaito. That knowledge made Izuku feel both smug and hopeful. “Hey Midoriya!” Kirishima waved to him then nodded towards Kaito through the window when the group arrived, “Kaito, dude! You said you weren’t coming to the team dinner tonight, but you ended up coming here anyways? Didn’t you say you were sick of this place?” Izuku looked over at Kaito strangely. And the boy in question seemed to understand that something was revealed that he didn’t mean to, for the brunette just shrugged nonchalantly while refusing to look in Izuku’s direction. Izuku wasn’t stupid. He got it now. He knew exactly why Kaito took him here, even though he was apparently sick of this place, even though this wasn’t the type of establishment the other liked to frequent. He knew that this was where the pole vault team was going to be, particularly Bakugo Katsuki, and wanted them to be here to see this. Izuku wasn’t sure whether or not to feel angry, annoyed, or oddly grateful for the opportunity to gauge that reaction on Katsuki’s face. He was sure he felt all three. Kaito’s jealousy was surely going to become a bigger problem, and Izuku needed to handle that fire before it gets out of hand. “I didn’t say that,” Kaito denied, placing his right hand on Izuku’s left thigh. Izuku wondered if he should move it, or would he be complicit furthermore and see where this could go. From the side, a very aggressive and deep voice spoke up, and Izuku knew who it was right away. “You definitely f@ck@ng did,” Katsuki Bakugo tells Kaito, and Izuku sees the blonde glance down to the hand that was casually resting on his thigh, thumbs moving to slide over Izuku’s soft skin. Katsuki continued, “So tell us, F@ck Face, why are you here if you’re so sick of this place, huh?”Kaito was silent, simply staring blankly at Katsuki, who awaits his answer. Izuku sits in the passenger seat, feeling a bit awkward, even though it seemed like everyone else viewed the interaction as normal.Kaito ultimately shrugged, “I thought Midoriya might like it. Now move Bakugo, you’re in the way of the waiter. He’s gonna get us our food soon,” Kaito tells him. Izuku’s eyes widened at the tone.Katsuki raised a brow then turned to the group of vaulters, “Did you hear him, guys? We’re in the f@ck@ng way. Let’s get a move on so that Mr. Gentleman over here doesn’t throw a pissy fit.” “Awh come on, Bakugo,” Kirishima attempted to put an arm around Katsuki’s shoulder, “Don’t be like that. Let’s go order.”Katsuki snorts, “I ain’t hungry.”Kaito, not okay with losing the last word, sticks his head out the window and calls out, “Why? Did something make you lose your appetite? You should order something sweet. That’s what I’m getting” Kaito knew exactly what he was implying, and Katsuki paused in his steps. Izuku’s eyes widened at the odd implication, and he was about to tell Kaito to be quiet. But Katsuki turned around, expression extremely annoyed, before glancing over at Izuku, and back at Kaito, “You want to give me some advice? How f@ck@ng kind. I’ll give you some back,” And then nodded his head in Izuku’s direction, “Next time, F@ck Face, try not to attack his f@ck@ng throat like a dog. Have some class. Maybe then, you might actually make him feel good.” Kaito was quiet, but Izuku knew he was embarrassed. “Kacchan!” Izuku said, “What is wrong with you.”“Nothing,” Katsuki shrugs lazily, “Just looking out for you, Deku. You want to have a good time, don’t you?” Izuku didn’t like the way Katsuki was speaking, giving Kaito advice as if he didn’t care, even if there was venom in his tone. There was clear anger in the blonde’s voice, laced with annoyance. Right then, a waiter came out with their order, and Katsuki nonchalantly walked away with his hands in his pockets towards where all of the vaulters were, all ordering or sitting on top of the hoods of their cars, hanging out and laughing. Izuku took his order of fries and milkshake, and Kaito did the same. And it was quiet in the car for a moment, as Izuku tries to process everything and figure out what he wanted to say next. He knew Kaito was waiting for him to say anything, and Izuku revelled in the fact that Kaito was nervous next to him. “So this is why we are here,” Izuku finally says, eating a fry and sipping out of his shake. His tone was casual, and he thinks that almost scared Kaito more.Kaito took a sip from his drink as well and looked over at Izuku, “Midoriya, look. I-”“It was a nice show you put on,” Izuku smiled at him sarcastically with his eyes, “That was for Kacchan to see, right? You knew he was coming.”Kaito leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and sighed, “I didn’t.”“Oh, you didn’t?” Izuku felt almost angry that Kaito was trying to lie, “Then let’s go hang out with them. You were supposed to be with them here tonight, anyways right? We might as well join.”Kaito looked opposed to the idea, “Why? We’re on a date. Let’s just stay in her-”“So you can try to prove something in front of Kacchan again?” Izuku looks at him funny, before opening the car door, “No thank you. Let’s go, Kaito.”“Sh@t,” Kaito muttered under his breath, and pulled Izuku’s wrist, “Are you mad at me?”Izuku didn’t even know how to answer that. He knew he was upset, except finding a healthy way to express that and embrace it was a new concept for him. And so he was halfway through climbing out of the car, and just looked back at Kaito, whose eyes were swimming with apology and fear. And Izuku knew that progress can only happen so fast. He was accustomed to giving people infinite chances, and so, it wouldn’t be too bad if he limited it to one more right? One more, and none after this. “I’m…” Izuku finds the words, “...a little upset, yeah. But just give me a couple of days after tonight, okay? I need you to stop thinking that we are already together, and you have the right to do things like that,” He was afraid he was coming off as too aggressive, so he tacks on a, “Do you kind of understand why?”Kaito looks at him, as if he wanted Izuku to be much easier about it and just let him slide now, and then finally nods, “Yeah.”“Good,” Izuku smiles at him softly, then nods, “Come on. Let’s hang out with them.”Given the ultimatum, Kaito complies and gets out of the car following Izuku, until they were over in the grassy area where the pole vaulters had ditched their cars and were hanging out with their food tickets in hand, waiting for someone to bring their orders outside. Katsuki sat on top of a table, rather than in the seat, as he would. And friends were just all around having fun. Kaito joined the group sheepishly, and Izuku just sat down and entered the conversation. Kaito and Katsuki did not talk for the remainder of whatever time they all spent there. And Izuku and Katsuki don’t talk much either, but the greenette will consider that a good thing, because it meant that maybe Kaito won’t have as much sh@t to base his hypotheses on. The group of pole vaulters were fun, and Izuku knew them pretty well, considering he watches the sport and their practice pretty closely. And they liked him a lot too. It was rarely ever a bad time when they all hung out as a group, since Izuku considers most of them his friends, aside from one or two that he hasn’t really talked to. Katsuki made comments here and there throughout the conversation, but overall, just seemed to sit back and mouth the lyrics of the music playing from the outdoor speakers of the drive-in diner, nodding his head along. It was Keep Me Hanging On by Kim Wilde, and Izuku finds himself singing the lyrics as well, catching Katsuki’s attention. He always gravitated towards the blonde, no matter where he went. “You know this one?” Katsuki asks him. Izuku nods, smiling, “Yeah, Kim Wilde, right? That one British lady.”Katsuki nods, “Ain’t it funny how so many of the classic American hits are sung by British bands or singers?”Izuku thinks about it, “Hmm, WHAM!, Kim Wilde, Queen, Paul McCartney. Yeah, you’re right.”“Of course I am,” Katsuki leans back on his arms, “I’m always f@ck@ng right.”Izuku rolls his eyes playfully, “But it’s still mostly American artists.”“Yeah, whatever,” Katsuki leans forward again to flick Izuku on the forehead, “Anyways, you ditching your date?” Katsuki gestures over to Kaito, who was in a conversation with another teammate.“Yes, help me run away,” Izuku jokingly says, laughing.The blonde shrugs his shoulders, “Just say the word, and I’ll whisk you outta here.”Izuku leaned forward on his elbow, while sitting on the bench of the cement table, and sipped his milkshake while grinning, “You’re a bad captain.”“I am?” Katsuki raised a brow with a sly grin, “Tell me more, Deku. How so.”“You’re gonna abandon your teammates and take me somewhere?” Izuku sipped some more, while smiling up at the blonde. Katsuki looks down at him, watching his movement, and chuckles, “I guess that’d be irresponsible of me, wouldn’t it.”“Very,” Izuku teases him.“Then I guess you’re stuck with F@ck Face, and I’m stuck with my sh@tty team,” Katsuki wrinkled his nose. The ambiance, if Izuku deletes that uncomfortable sequence of the night earlier out of his mind, was nice at the current moment. There was a light pink glow washing over the grass, from the awning lined with pink neon lights. Everytime the little diner opened the door so that the waiters can go out to the cars and deliver the food, he could hear the plates clinking or the employees talking. And around them, all gathered up on the tables, seats, or even just sitting in the grass, everyone was just talking to each other over some music. At some point, Kaito came to talk to him again, and Katsuki had rolled his eyes but ultimately just walked off to talk to some other people. By the time Kaito came to him once more, Izuku was a little more cooled off, and they had a conversation that was mostly normal. Some others joined their discussion, so it wasn’t as awkward. And for a while, everyone just kind of hung around, eating their food and just talking. Ultimately, when the drive-in diner was closing, someone had suggested they just leave their cars there for a little bit and go on a stroll to walk off the food. Just following the feel of the crowd, everyone agreed and just got up from their spots after throwing away their trash, and the whole group just went on a stroll. There wasn’t much in the area, since the drive-in diner was a little bit out of the way, so they ended up just walking along the gravel roads of Ise. Just a big group of people, in what felt like the middle of the night. The amber street lamps lit up the streets, and if they looked up, they can see the swarm of bugs that were attracted to the light. The crickets were drowned out by laughter, as the group of friends just enjoyed each other’s company. Kaito made sure to walk side by side with Izuku. And so they just walked for a little while, until they saw some buildings here and there. It was all quiet, like the rest of Ise at night.All, if not most, of the buildings in Ise just looked a little abandoned at night. There were no cars parked or any sign of life. And everything was casted in that same amber colored glow from the street lamps. It felt like a toy city, if Izuku were being honest. And so they just walked past the buildings, and talked all kinds of stupid sh@t. Ultimately, Katsuki stopped in front of a thin structure, and looked up. Its appearance was like a bell tower, made completely out of wood and iron. The tower was extremely thin, and cylindrical in shape. The wood looked like it was worn down, and the door was locked. At the top was a bell that looked crack and stopped ringing a long time ago. It looked utterly creepy at night, all abandoned like this. “That’s the old bell tower, right?” Sero asked, tilting his head up to look at the place, “My dad said it’s not really in use anymore, but when he was young, he and his friends would sneak in and climb all the way to the top.”Katsuki turned his head and raised a brow at Sero, “Did he, now.”“Oh no. Don’t get any ideas, Bakugo,” Sero shook his head with a grin, “I know how you are.”“Then you’ll know that I ain’t gonna f@ck@ng listen to you,” Katsuki grinned, and turned to the group, “Anyone got a bobby pin?”Izuku watched from the sides, and Mina took one out of her hair and tossed it over to Katsuki, “I got one, but I’m not going in with you.”“Fine by me,” Katsuki shrugged as he begins working on the lock that was outside, “Anyone coming in?”The group looked a little uneasy. It was definitely dark and probably creepy in the tower. It would be hard to see, plus who knew the condition of the stairs. Besides, the area was a little haunting, considering that not a soul was in sight and every store window or so was pitch black, but the outside was lit up in an eerie yellow light from the street lamps. Izuku knew his answer immediately, but didn’t want to seem too eager so he waited to see if anyone else wanted to tag along. When it seems as if no one else was up for it, Izuku just kind of laughs lightly, “You already know I will.”Katsuki, at this, looks up at him with a grin and says, “Attaboy.”From beside him, Kaito jumps in, “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.”“You think so?” Katsuki asked his teammate, although his tone didn’t actually sound like he gave a sh@t. “I was talking to Midoriya,” Kaito tells Katsuki, then turns towards Izuku, “It could be dangerous. The steps might not be stable, and who knows what’s in there.”Izuku was about to protest, when Katsuki piped up, still working on opening the lock. “Answer me this, F@ck Face,” Katsuki says, “You think I can manage?” “Huh?” Kaito looked annoyed at the interruption. “You think I can handle going up there? Be honest,” Katsuki asked, picking at the wooden door. Kaito sighed irritatedly, “Yes. You can. But D-”“Then think the same about Deku, you sh@th@@d,” Katsuki tells him straight up, “Did you not f@ck@ng see him at the kick-off? The sh@tty nerd could beat your ass any second if he wanted to. What makes you think you have the right to try and protect him? Don’t treat him like a child.” Katsuki firmly says, and clicks the lock open. And then, the blonde looks over at Izuku, “But you don’t need me to speak for you, right Sh@tnerd? Tell him yourself.” He nodded towards Kaito, annoyed. Izuku felt a swell of pride at Katsuki’s acknowledgement of his capability, and it sometimes felt as if Katsuki was the only  person in the world that realized his capability and didn’t treat him as if he couldn’t handle himself. He’s had enough of that at home. Nodding, wanting to be more kind simply because that was who he was, Izuku turned towards Kaito and nodded nicely, “Kaito, thank you for your concern. Really. But I’ll be fine.”Kaito looked hesitant, even though he really had no say in the matter. He wasn’t Izuku’s boyfriend, and even if he was, still had no say in Izuku’s personal decisions. But ultimately, the boy knew his place and just let the matter drop. “Alright, stay safe,” Then Kaito asked the group, who was off in their own conversations anyways, “Is everyone heading back then?”“Yeah, it’s getting late anyways,” Kirishima responded, and the general group started slowly walking back. Meanwhile, Katsuki stood in the doorway, holding the wooden door open with pitch black behind him, and Izuku was walking towards the blonde when Kaito stopped him and pulled him back. Reaching down, Kaito gave Izuku a short but deep kiss, before pulling away and nodding towards Bakugo. “Are you getting him home?” Kaito asked. “No sh@t. You think I’m letting him walk?” Katsuki asked, voice irritated. Kaito didn’t even bother replying to that, and Izuku almost felt sorry for the other for always being on the bad end of Katsuki’s attitude. When it was just the two of them, Izuku lets out a breath and peers through the doorway behind Katsuki. It actually did look terrifying, considering it was pitch black inside. A pair of eyes could be watching them from inside, and they’d never know. “This is kind of scary, you know,” Izuku commented. Katsuki looked back and then opened the doorway widely, and a creaking sound echoed from within, “Oi, you want me to be honest about something?”“I mean,” Izuku giggled, “Honesty is always a good thing.”Katsuki nods his head, and peers into the darkness, “I’m so f@ck@ng glad you volunteered, because this is scary, you’re d@mn right.”“Woahh,” Izuku teased, to ease the mood, “Kacchan, you admit it?”“This is exactly the reason why I don’t admit sh@t to you,” Katsuki rolled his eyes. “No, No!” Izuku waved his arms, “I didn’t mean to! I will never tease you again”“For that, I’m going to make you go first,” Katsuki nudged him in. Izuku stared into the dark. They would need to use their flashlights, and since it was a small cylindrical bell tower, it would not be very hard to find the spiral stair steps. However, it was pitch black in there, and who knows when the last time someone was in the rusty tower. Not to mention, it was completely quiet at night, with mannequins in the windows of the nearby stores staring blankly out onto the yellow tinted streets. Izuku then looked up at Katsuki, with pleading eyes. There was no way in hell he was going first, not when it was Katsuki’s idea. “Don’t f@ck@ng look at me with those creepy ass e-,” Then Katsuki breathed out exasperated, “F@ck! Fine. I’ll go.”“I’d like to remind you that this was your idea, and it’s not too late to join the group,” Izuku pokes at Katsuki. “Hell no,” Katsuki shakes his head, “I started it. I’ll finish it.”And with that, the blonde begins to venture inside, stepping into the darkness and being surrounded by the abyss. Izuku was quick to follow behind, not liking how eerie it was to be standing outside alone. The tower smelled like old wood and dust, which made sense considering the place hasn’t been used in a hot minute. They both turned their flashlights on, and small beams of white light erupt from their phones, with enough power to illuminate only tiny portions at a time. Every way they’d point their flashlights, it would be just more gray wood or some spider webs. Izuku was a little scared that if he moves his light a little too fast, he might see something scary or some figure will run fast. After all, it was quite dark and they were being relatively silent. Izuku stayed closer behind, always close enough that Katsuki was within finger distance. He could smell the blonde’s sugary cologne from where he was. It was easy to find the stairs, since they were in a small circular room. All he had to do was walk the circ@mference to find them, and the stairs spiraled all the way up the tower. Outside, the wind blew here and there, creating some ghostly noises from within the tower. And so, Katsuki began the ascent slowly, making sure to gauge each stair step with his body weight in order to make sure it wasn’t going to collapse. For the most part, the stairs looked fine. There didn’t seem to be a lot of wood rottage, so the floorboards were intact. The only problem was that sometimes, the steps were uneven and it would suddenly get higher or lower than the step before. “Watch your step. This one is uneve-” Katsuki had began, but he wasn’t able to finish his sentence before Izuku’s breath hitched, as he slightly loses balance. Focused on staying close, Izuku had barely been paying attention to the commentary, and in a moment of panic, lost but then regained his balance moments later. His heart beat fast after he gripped onto the side railing and felt secure enough. One fall backwards and he would definitely break a couple of things coming down. Katsuki offered additional support by gripping his wrist and keeping him in place while Izuku calms down. The greenette looks up at the blonde, whose expression was evidently worried. “Oi nerd, I told you to watch your step,” Katsuki’s tone was uneven, “Are you alright?”Izuku nodded his head to reassure the other, “I’m okay! Just lost my balance for a second. Don’t worry about me, Kacchan!”Katsuki just looked at him, the residual flashlight beams showing a slight humored yet incredulous expression, before the athlete just goes, “Get in front of me.” And Katsuki steps back in order to allow Izuku forward, and he repeats, “The steps are sturdy enough. So get in front of me. If you slip again, I’ll be able to catch you, since I’m bigger.” Katsuki’s hand was on the small of his back then, guiding him forward and Izuku felt pushed along, so he went up the stairs slightly in front of Katsuki, but looked back on the taller. Even though Izuku was on higher steps, Katsuki from very close behind was still taller than him. And so when Izuku turns his head, he was looking straight up at the athlete, with Katsuki’s hands moving from his back to around his waist to stabilize him. “And what if you fall, Kacchan?” Izuku asked, blinking up at the handsome male. Katsuki was so close, that Izuku could practically smell the nice strawberry mint from the other’s lips, and he said in a low voice, “I won’t. Start walking.”Izuku still kept asking questions, “Are you going to be…” His breath quickened, “...this close the entire time?”Katsuki raised a brow at the question, “Why. You want me to back off?” Katsuki then bent down a little bit to whisper with a growl in Izuku’s ear, “You didn’t seem to have a problem being real f@ck@ng close with F@ck Face, earlier.”“That’s…” Izuku felt hot from his core, “That’s different.”“Oh? Is it?” Katsuki chuckled, and once again, his arms reached out and held Izuku’s waist from behind, and more quickly than not, Izuku was pressed into the side of the wall, and the greenette let out a confused yelp. They were on a thin set of a stairs, who knows how high up, with no banister, and Katsuki had pushed Izuku’s front side against the wall, and pressed up real close from behind, hands tightly gripping the boy’s waist and his lips near Izuku’s ear. “K-Kacchan?” Izuku feels the heat in his core get stronger, as he tries to figure out what was going on. It was so incredibly clear how s@xual their positioning was. “I want to know,” Katsuki’s hands slipped under his shirt, massaging his thumbs into Izuku’s bare skin, while the athlete’s lips buried itself in Izuku’s soft hair, “how it’s different. Tell me, Deku, is it because you’re just that into him?”Izuku continues to be pressed up against the wall, body heat on body heat, and he breathes heavily, shaking his head, “T-That’s not it.”“No?” Katsuki sounded satisfied, “I guess that’s good enough for me, then.” The blonde says before letting him go. Izuku turns around right away, until his front was facing Katsuki’s front, and Izuku looks up to hold the other’s eye contact. They were always like this, and Izuku was going absolutely insane. Katsuki cannot just touch him like that, and then let him go as if it was nothing. Their game of push and pull was torture. “You’re really weird, you know that Kacchan?” Izuku finally said, before shaking his head and continuing their trudge forward. He turned his face away, so that he could blush in peace. His body reacted so well to Katsuki, it was almost embarrassing. If the blonde told him to get on all fours right then and there and spread his legs so that Katsuki could f@ck him on the staircase, he probably would have given in. From behind, Katsuki chuckled but followed closely, “You just followed me into this haunted looking bell tower, and you think I’m the only weird one?”Izuku grinned from a short distance ahead, “That’s fair.”They reached the top about five minutes later, considering that the bell tower was just a spiral incline the entire way up. And the little passageway up into the bell part was dark and narrow, but when they emerged, the two of them were greeted with fresh air that didn’t smell like old wood and books, and a haunting view. The bell looked cracked and like it hadn't been used in forever, and the panoramic open views on all sides of the bell revealed some of the outlet strips and buildings on this side of Ise that is like a ghost town the moment it hits 5 in the evening. Suddenly the boutiques, restaurants, and every other shop locks its doors for the night, and there isn’t a single person in sight. The street lamps made all of the buildings the same color, and it had the vibe that the dolls from the storefronts will begin walking out onto the lonely road and stare up at them. Or maybe the trees will become alive and saunter on the road. They were high up, but it still felt like someone would appear from behind them on the bell tower any second now. Izuku stays close to Katsuki, who climbs onto the ledge and sits there. His legs were dangling off of the bell tower, and he leans his back against the side of the open arch. Izuku follows and does the same, sitting down right next to the blonde. He stares out onto the sight below him. “Kacchan, do you believe in ghost stories?” Izuku asked, staring intently at a mannequin through a window, as if he expected it to move. “Nah,” The athlete replied, “But I heard a boy died here back in the 50s from a horse accident. If you call out his name, he’ll appear or some sh@t.”“A horse accident?” Izuku laughs, “That’s kind of random.”“Oh, you think it’s funny?” Katsuki grins, “Should I call out his name?”Izuku shakes his head, “Noo. Don’t do it.”Katsuki cups his hands around his mouth and shouts into the open air below them, “Jack, Jack! Come out to play. Jack, Jack! We’re here to stay.” Izuku was trying to remove his hands from his mouth the entire time, as Katsuki continued to shake him off, “Kacchan, that’s so creepy!”Katsuki laughed as Izuku lightly slapped him on the arm, “Keep an eye out, Deku. You might see him.”Izuku sits back in his seat and sticks out his tongue, “I’d rather watch the meteor shower.”“Oh sh@t,” Katsuki remembers, “That’s tonight, right? When are peak viewing hours?”“It should be soon, and last until morning,” Izuku stares up at the clear sky. It was a beautiful night to go watch, especially considering Ise had practically no light pollution. And so they wait. In the meantime, the two boys swing their feet over the bell tower. To be honest, anyone passing through the area would probably be terrified of the two random boys who were sitting on top of the old bell tower ominously like that, than they would be of anything else. Izuku and Katsuki made a deal that if any car walks past, they will go still and stare at the car the entire time it’s passing by just to scare the sh@t out of them. “Oh!” Izuku just remembered as some point in the night, “I just remembered. I haven’t been able to find my Eraserhead sweatpants, which sucks because I really love those.” Izuku pouted. Katsuki rolls his eyes, “They’re in my laundry, idiot. Here. From now on, if something goes missing, just f@ck@ng assume you left it at my place.”Izuku’s eyes widened, “Wait, is it really? I’m sorry!”“‘Ts fine,” Katsuki shrugged, “But forreal, just move into my d@mn guest room if you’re gonna come over and leave sh@t everywhere all the time.”“Don’t tempt me,” Izuku laughs a little sadly. Katsuki, for being emotionally deaf as he can be, picks up the fluctuation in Izuku’s voice, and asks, “Is sh@t at home still not good, nerd?”Izuku purses his lips, and looks down at his lap, suddenly feeling the conversation shift into a more somber territory, “My mom hasn’t talked to me in weeks.” Katsuki’s eyes seemed surprised at this, and then looked away, almost seeming a little guilty, “Was the argument that bad?”Izuku hadn’t really talked about it since that night, not really wanting to rehash the whole situation. But now that it’s been a little bit, it still hurt but not as badly to finally talk about it. Biting his lip, Izuku sighed, “You were right, you know.”Katsuki looked over at him, waiting for an explanation. “You were right,” Izuku said again, voice quieter, “about everything. I completely lost it, and...and I wasn’t able to control myself at all. And it felt good, and she deserved to hear it. But...now, everything in the house feels like it’s suffocating me.” Izuku wanted to tear up again thinking about it, but he was sure he had ran his tears dry by now. Katsuki was quiet. And so Izuku just continued, still quiet, “I hate the tension in our house, but...I can’t be complacent anymore,” And he looked over at Katsuki, smiling gently, “You hate complacent people, right? I won’t be complacent anymore.”Katsuki looked conflicted, as if thinking to himself, before staring down at his lap in a way Izuku hadn’t really seen him do before, “Nerd.”Izuku tilted his head, “Hm?”Katsuki seemed hesitant but says so anyways, as he plays with a splintered piece of wood between his lap, “I was harsher than I intended to be that night, okay?” He pauses, “Deku, at this point, you can steal my car, and I probably wouldn’t hate you, alright? Don’t let it get to your head.”Izuku’s eyes widened, and he immediately recognized this as Katsuki’s sh@tty attempt to be more open with Izuku. It was an attempt nevertheless, and Izuku wasn’t about to ruin the moment, and so he treated it casually. “You’d let me steal your car?” Izuku tried to joke, “That’s a little intense, Kacchan.”“I didn’t say I’d let you,” Katsuki points out the discrepancy, “You will most definitely get tackled and I will consider beating the sh@t out of you, but I won’t hate you.” He chuckles.“That’s very generous of you,” Izuku sarcastically plays around, and smiles to himself.“That’s what I’m known for,” Katsuki patted his own firm chest, “Being generous.”“Of course, of course,” Izuku nods along, “Are you ready for the last regionals?” During these next regionals, Katsuki will likely jump near his record height. Which should still be easy for the other, since his unofficial record was higher than his official one. Katsuki had been really grinding on his practice lately, and yet, still finds time to hang out with Izuku. The greenette tries not to feel too special that he was practically the only person Katsuki hung out with this often. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” Katsuki shrugs, and runs a hand through his hair then looked over at Izuku, leaning closer, “Remember what I told you last time.”“Hm?” Izuku asked. “Wear my jersey,” Katsuki tells him, reaching a hand out to tilt Izuku’s chin up, looking at the boy, before dropping his hand, “I want to see you wearing my name.”Izuku didn’t know what prompted him to be so bold, but he laughs, making a joke, “Ask me to marry you, then.”Katsuki seemed surprised at that joke, for the blonde looked over at him with raised brows. Izuku, when he realized how odd that jest was, began blushing, and he looked away, about to apologize. “Bakugo Deku, huh,” Katsuki ponders the name, “I can’t tell if that has a nice ring or what.”Izuku gaped at him, “My name isn’t Deku, Kacchan. And who said I’ll be taking your last name?” And then he added, “Er...in this hypothetical world.”“I did,” Katsuki barks out a laugh.“You’re so unfair,” Izuku nudged him, before looking up, surprised, “Oh!”Katsuki turned over to him, to see that Izuku was staring elsewhere, and followed suit. Izuku’s eyes were pointed towards the sky, and they sparkled as he spots the first meteor. Excitedly, Izuku bounces in his seat and points up, “Kacchan, Kacchan! A meteor just passed, did you see it?”Katsuki reached out to grip his arm, stabilizing him, “Oi nerd, calm down. You’re gonna fall off the tower.” Izuku just laughs out loud, “I’m sorry. I just...never seen a meteor before.” Katsuki tilts his head up to stare up at the sky, and after another moment or so, a meteor passed. This time, both of them saw it, and Izuku bursted out into laughter again, amazed by how beautiful it was. That beautiful laughter filled the air, and when the meteors start to increase in frequency, Izuku had a permanent smile lit up on his face. It was blinding, and Izuku felt happy. A lot of things were going on in his life that were difficult to navigate, but in moments like this, Izuku could trade all of those stressors in for these hours of pure happiness. His eyes were glued to the sky, mesmerized. “Make as many wishes as you can. There’s a sh@t ton of meteors,” Katsuki tells him, “Fast cars, big house, successful career, for your mom to stop being a b@tch. Wish for it all.” Izuku giggles, “If only it were that easy, huh.”Katsuki chuckles, “If only.”Izuku continues to sit there for a while, eyes trained on the heavens, watching as streaks of light move across the cosmos. And it feels like if he reaches out, he could grab one and keep it in his pocket to stare at later. He knew his grin stretched across his face, but he couldn’t help it. It was so beautiful, and he was just incredibly happy. Izuku lets out a happy sigh, before he feels as if he was being looked at. Looking over at the side, Izuku caught Katsuki’s eyes, that looked at him oddly. The expression on Katsuki’s face was strange, but Izuku kept the eye contact. Grinning curiously with his head tilted to the side, Izuku asked, “Kacchan? Is something wrong?”Katsuki breaks off his gaze, and stares back up at the sky again. Izuku adds, pointing a finger, “And before you say no, remember what you promised me! You need to tell me what you’re feeling.”Katsuki only slightly grins, but it looked as if his head was plagued with thoughts. Thoughts that Izuku had no access to. Not being able to know what Katsuki was thinking sometimes drove him insane. After a moment, Katsuki turned towards him, and stares at his freckles some more, and then his eyes.“What’s wrong?” Katsuki thinks on it, before declaring, “Everything…” He takes another deep look at Izuku, exploring all of the boy’s features, almost making the boy in question shy in his seat, “And yet, nothing at all.”Izuku looks at the athlete funny, “You’re still being cryptic you know.”Katsuki looks over to the side then, still with a slight grin on his face, “I know.” Izuku just accepts it, because he knew that there will always be things that are difficult to say. And looked as if whatever Katsuki was thinking felt difficult for the blonde to say. And so he just leaves it at that for now. And he goes back to looking at the meteor shower. He wanted to scoot closer to Katsuki. He wanted to kiss Katsuki under these stars, and have the blonde hold him. But he’ll take what he can get for now.  Izuku is nudged awake at some point in the night, more like morning. And Izuku’s eyes blinked slowly as he came to consciousness. Izuku sits up, and there is an arm stabilizing him greatly, and he figures out why when his brain catches up to his vision. He was still sitting on the edge of the bell tower, and the reminder caused him to jump back, and Katsuki held him steady. “Easy,” Katsuki tells him, voice groggy. Izuku calms down when he remembers where he was, and realizes that he must have slowly fell asleep at some point while watching the meteor shower. It was still dark outside, the meteors were still falling, and Izuku looked at his position. He had fallen asleep, and Katsuki must have pulled him closer so that the blonde could keep an arm around him so that he didn’t fall, and allow Izuku’s head to rest on his shoulders. Izuku’s heart beat faster. It was small acts like this that forced him deeper in his well of affection. “What time is it?” Izuku asked, voice still laced with exhaustion. Katsuki checks his phone, “4 in the morning.”Izuku’s eyes widened, “I’ve been sleeping here for that long? I’m so sorry.”“It’s fine,” Katsuki tells him, “Did you enjoy the meteor?”The greenette nodded profusely, “Yeah!”“Then that’s good enough,” Katsuki shrugs, “Are you ready to head back?”Izuku nodded slowly, “Yeah. I’m really tired.”Katsuki grins and gets off the ledge, helping Izuku with it. The way down the stairs was a lot easier, since they knew all the steps were sturdy, and didn’t feel the need to be ultra careful. Katsuki walked ahead, allowing the groggier Izuku to place a hand on the athlete’s strong shoulders for support. And when they got down the ground, the walk back was quiet, but in a nice way. Izuku didn’t feel pressured to talk all the time, because he knew it was important sometimes to just be in each other’s company without saying anything else in the space between them. And when they got back to the empty Drive-In Diner parking lot, all the lights were off, but Katsuki’s black car was parked in the corner and Izuku climbed in. He immediately felt his eyes get heavy, and he could barely pay attention when the car turns on and begins driving off, playing In Too Deep by Genesis. The soft melody filled the car, and the lights of Ise passed by him in a blur as Izuku feels himself drifting back to sleep. The car ride could have been ten minutes, and it could have been an hour. Time was relative when he was this tired. When he pulls up on the familiar street of his house, Izuku was going in and out of sleep. But he heard when he door opened, and the greenette was about to get out of the car himself, when he felt a body lean over and unbuckle his seatbelt. The car was still on, and the song was still playing. The interaction was entirely silent, but Izuku felt arms under his legs and another around his back. And within seconds, he was lifted out of the car and hoisted into Katsuki’s arms. Groggily, Izuku giggled and nuzzled his face in the crook of Katsuki’s neck. “F@ck@ng nerd,” Katsuki whispered under his breath, as they began moving. Katsuki kicked the door close gently with the back of his foot. Izuku hummed, “Yes, Kacchan?”Katsuki kept walking up the porch, and then pressed the doorbell a couple of times, feeling a little bad that he will be waking up Inko at this time of morning. He never did answer Izuku. When Inko opened the door, her face went from curiosity to surprise to see that Izuku was all curled up in Katsuki’s arms. And Izuku could generally still scope out the interaction. Inko’s speech was tired as well, but there was clear concern there, “Katsuki?”“Hi Auntie,” Katsuki said a little awkwardly.“Is…” She looked at her son all cuddled up there, “...Is everything okay?”“Yeah,” Katsuki steps into the house, kicking his shoes off, “He’s just tired and fell asleep in the car. Can I go up?” Inko nodded, and Katsuki makes his way towards the stairs. From outside, his car was still on and playing music. Inko followed the blonde up the stairs, and when Katsuki gently kicks the door open with his knees, the athlete steps over some clothes strewn on the ground and heads towards the bed. Inko watches from the doorway with curious eyes, dark circles evident underneath. Katsuki lays the greenette gently on the bed, and sits on the edge. He proceeds to take off the boy’s shoes and sets them on the ground. Followed by his socks. Then, he stands up and pushes Izuku’s legs in more, grabbing the blankets and pulling it over. Izuku was tired, but aware of what was going on the entire time, and he snuggled up in his warm blankets. “Mm,” Izuku mumbles, “Thanks...Kacchan.”Izuku feels the other ruffle his hair, “No problem, nerd.”Katsuki then collects himself, and makes his way towards the bedroom door. Inko looks at him curiously, but all Katsuki does is nod in her direction and give a quick “Goodnight Auntie.” Before leaving. And when the car takes off from the street a couple of moments later, Inko still stands there in the door of Izuku’s bedroom, arms crossed, deep in thought. 
  
  
The county fair arrived the following Friday, and practically everyone was excitedly looking forward to it. The rain in Ise has persisted for so long now, that many people wanted the weather to clear up and for the festivities to begin again. The county fair was exactly what someone would imagine a small town fair to be like. They had the whole ordeal there: ferris wheels, fun rides, basic fair games, funnel cake and greasy food, and a lot of teens screaming. The fair opened up at 3, but most of the older teens showed up later. Izuku had told Kaito that he would go with him, and so the athlete had shown up to his house around 5:30 P.M. with a bouquet of flowers that he didn’t really know what to do with. However, it was really sweet, and so Izuku was touched by the gesture. They pulled up in the parking lot near where all of their friends were meeting up, and Izuku spots both of their friend groups. Ochaco, Shoto, and Iida were all there, along with the pole vault team and some others. It was really just a big group of seniors from Ise High, all kind of waiting for each other to show up, even though they were going to part ways anyways into smaller groups. Izuku spots Katsuki leaning against the hood of his car, talking to his friends and a group of girls that wanted to surround him. Izuku watched the interaction, and found that although Katsuki replied to them, the blonde’s eyes were on his phone doing something else the entire time. When Kaito and Izuku exited the car, Katsuki looked up. Their group of friends hollered them over, and Izuku waved and greeted everyone. “Midoriya!” Mina yells out, “You came with a hot date!” Kaito laughs, “No, I did.” Katsuki rolled his eyes, as he looks back onto his phone. “Hmm,” Mina looks at them curiously, “Are you two together now?”Kaito looks over at Izuku for an answer, and Izuku was quite quick to answer. Shaking his head, the greenette tells her, “No, it’s not like that.” He smiles. It was not the answer Kaito wanted to hear, he was sure. But he really could not think of an actual relationship with the brunette. At some point, Izuku needed to be more transparent with Kaito about this thought, but for now, they were just friends who do stuff together attending the county fair. There wasn’t much to say about it other than that. Izuku’s response quieted the crowd’s curiosity and they went back to other conversation. The group waited a couple more minutes for other friends to arrive, before actually heading into the fair grounds. It was pretty large and on a usual day, it was just open grass; however, when the annual county fair comes along, the whole place transforms. The smell of corn dogs and funnel cakes filled the air, and Izuku already knew that was going to be delicious after being tired out by some rides or games. There were a lot of colorful lights everywhere, whether it be advertising the food stalls, the lights installments on the rides and Ferris wheel, or the glow stick necklaces that people had on. There was also lots of music everywhere. From large speakers played 80s music, to fit the theme of Ise, but there was also just a lot of background and foreground noise. People yelling or laughing. Dings and clinking from games and arcade like activities. Other sources of music overlapping each other. The merry go round’s carousel song. There was just overall a lot of activity going on, and he didn’t know where to start. Kaito paid for this wristband ticket even though he was perfectly fine with getting his own, but he was grateful regardless. The red wristband was put on loosely and he was ready to go. As expected, the big group that they arrived in split off, but all agreed to meet back up in about an hour and a half to grab food and hang out as a group. And so since Izuku has came here with Kaito, he’ll just go off with the boy until they all meet up again. And it was objectively a fun time, because the entertainment was provided for them. They didn’t really need to go into detailed conversion or anything of the sort, because all of the entertainment was already there. The music was nice. The rides are fun and Izuku ride the swings that spun around off of the ground twice. And for a snack, Kaito got him a stick of cotton candy. It was just straight up fluffy sugar but fair food was never meant to be very nutritious anyways. “I love fairs,” Izuku exclaimed as he stepped off of a gravitron ride, one of those fair rides that spun so fast that gravity pulls you down to the back and pins you against the wall. Kaito grins at him, “Good. I’m glad.”Izuku turned towards the taller and lets the boy take a bite out of the cotton candy stick that somehow survived the ride, “How about you?”“Oh, fairs?” Kaito thinks about it, “They’re fun, I guess. A little childish, but it can be fun. Especially with you,” He winks.Izuku rolls his eyes playfully, “You think everything is childish, Kaito.”Kaito just grins and shrugs, “I just have more refined tastes in activities.” Izuku wags his fingers at the taller, “If I wasn’t so excited here, I might actually take offense to that.” Kaito just shakes his head and throws his arm around Izuku’s shoulder, “Come on, let’s go play a game or something.” After about an hour and a half, most of the group migrated back so that they could all grab some food together near where all of the food trucks were. They were plenty of options. They had the classic fair food: onion rings, loaded hot dogs and chili, cheesy French fries, funnel cakes with strawberry creme. And then other fun food trucks: a fried chicken food truck, a Mac and cheese food truck, and even a taco truck. Although Ise wasn’t particularly known for having great Mexican food. Izuku was starving and wanted some food right then. They all waited for different groups that had split off to come back, and then all went to order their food. Since they were at a fair, it made most sense to grab fair food since after all, they could get the other food literally anywhere else. But it was hard to find funnel cake or really ridiculous fried concoctions anywhere but at a fair. And so Izuku, Kaito, and some of the other people including Katsuki stood in line to order at the several trucks that sold the traditional fare. Izuku ended up getting loaded tater tots and he and Kaito shared a funnel cake topped with chocolate drizzle, banana slices, and candied walnuts. The group found a nice grassy area with a couple benches here and there, and set up camp, all gathered around in a big group after getting their food to eat and drink. They had to talk over all of the noise and music, but it was a good time. Kaito kept on wanting to keep his hands on Izuku’s waist, but not liking it that much, Izuku continuously squirms his way out of the touch. There are times and places for Kaito’s affection, and in public was not one of them. Izuku didn’t want people to get that impression of them two, not when it would be unfair to Kaito’s probably already raised hopes. “And so, Hinata f@ck@ng slaps the sh@t out of him and runs off!” Denki leaned against a bench and tells the story. The group laughed, and after he was done, Kaito got up to stretch and throw away their trash. That inspired others to do the same and everyone cleaned up after themselves, afterwards splitting off again slowly to go do their own things. “Midoriya, I’m gonna go get some ice cream,” Kaito mentioned, “Do you want any?”Izuku thinks on it, “Um, can you just get me a popsicle? Any tropical flavor is good.”“Got it,” The other said, “Stay here. I’ll be back.”And so, as everyone kind of shuffles out except one or two groups that were still just chilling, Izuku stands there by himself just kind of looking off and enjoying the ambiance for the most part. He was wondering what Katsuki was doing, but didn’t have to any longer, when the blonde spoke up from not too far away. “So he’s brunette, gave you flowers I heard, and is nice to you,” Katsuki says, and Izuku knew who he was referring to, “The f@ck@r is your type, right?”Izuku just looked at Katsuki, hoping his eyes were as longing as his heart was, as the blonde approached closer. Katsuki was wearing green cargo shorts, and a black top. Izuku knew it would have been fun to have gone to the fair with Katsuki, but he had already told Kaito weeks ago he’d go with the brunette. But my god, did seeing the boy he was tragically falling for make Izuku want to be near him so badly. Izuku didn’t reply, not wanting to admit that Katsuki was everything that he wanted. And that hurt him to even admit. And so, with his hands in his pockets, Katsuki looks up at the sky, filled with smoke from the barbecue pits, and then back down at Izuku, with a curious expression, “Do you love him.”Izuku was surprised at the question, but more than that, he was amused. The way Katsuki asked that was so easy, and it made Izuku laugh. He felt like it was obvious that he didn’t. Love was much more...special than whatever odd relationship he and Kaito has. Love was much deeper, and if Katsuki couldn’t see that, then the blonde obviously didn’t have a clear idea of what love is. And so, softly but loud enough for Katsuki to hear, Izuku tells him, “You obviously don’t know what love is if you can ask me that.”Katsuki looks away at the comment, “Maybe I don’t. Answer me regardless.”And as the fairgoers pass by, and the bombardment of music plays, the space between the two of them is emphasized as Katsuki seemed to wait for his answer. And after a moment, Izuku smiles sadly and shakes his head, “I don’t.” Katsuki nods his head at this, and Izuku was curious.“Answer me this then, Kacchan,” The greenette proposed, “Why do you want to know?”To that, Katsuki had a very basic answer that didn’t really reveal much, as if the blonde could already guess Izuku would ask this and formed a predesigned response, “Just curious.” Izuku was about to open his mouth to say something, when Kaito had come back with some ice cream. The athlete had a vanilla soft serve, and he handed Izuku a mango flavored popsicle. “Ah, thank you!” Izuku reached out to take a hold of it.“It’s my pleasure,” Kaito grinned at him, “You want to head to the ferris wheel?”Izuku looked back at Katsuki, who was now back on his phone, and then over to Kaito again,, “Um, yeah sure.” “Alright, let’s go,” Kaito nodded to him before ushering Izuku forward, and about to trail behind, when something drops out of his back pocket. But the brunette kept on walking a couple more meters, before Katsuki called out. “Oi, F@ck Face,” Katsuki put his phone back into his pocket, and alerted his teammate.Kaito turned his head, expecting something snarky and already looked annoyed, “What is it, Cap?”“You dropped your d@mn wallet,” Katsuki rolled his eyes. Although he f@ck@ng hated Kaito as anyone could figure, Izuku knew that Katsuki will always look out for his teammates. He wouldn’t be so attentive to their progress if he didn’t care at all. “Oh sh@t,” Kaito then looked a little sheepish and even a bit grateful, “Ah, thanks.” Before walking towards it. Katsuki rolled his eyes, and then bent down to grab the wallet, that had fell open. But then he paused, eying the contents. Raising a brow, Katsuki picked up the brown leather wallet by its middle and held it in his hands, still in a squat position. Izuku was a bit of a distance away, but he still saw very clearly what was revealed to be in it when it was thrown open. Along with a debit card and a couple of bills, in the clear pocket of the wallet was a condom and a packet of lube. Izuku’s face flushed, and he wondered if Kaito had that for tonight, or for any time. Of course, he knew it was common to keep those items in people’s wallets just in case, but the brunette has paid for this things plenty of times, and Izuku has never seen a condom nor lube in the clear pocket of his wallet. Katsuki stares at it, face blank, before standing up and moving his gaze up to where Kaito approached. Upon seeing that it had opened, Kaito looked embarrassed and glanced back at Izuku before over at Katsuki, and he rubbed the back of his neck with one arm while reaching for the wallet with the other. Katsuki drops the wallet in Kaito’s hands. “Hopefully, I get lucky tonight, you know what I mean?” Kaito mentions to the blonde, closing the wallet and holding it up with a grin and a wink, before going back over to Izuku. Not really wanting to confront Kaito after that awkward reveal, Izuku buys himself a couple of seconds and says, “I forgot to throw away my wrapper!” And headed back towards the trash can with his popsicle wrapper still in his hands, closer to where Katsuki was. His face was flushed red. Izuku tosses the wrapper away, and turns back around to walk back over to the brunette, when a rough hand on his wrist stops him in his tracks, and Izuku turns to be face to face with Katsuki, who looked down on him with a blank expression. Izuku glances up with wide eyes. “Kacch-” Izuku began. “You’re gonna let him f@ck you?” Katsuki asked, tone low and a little on the edge. His eyes were sharp, and that gaze was dangerous. Izuku could tell a million thoughts were swimming around through Katsuki’s head, and he wanted to dive in that sea of knowledge that he was closed off to so badly. But all he had were those words, and that tone that almost felt jealous. And Izuku thinks back to all of the times where he had watched from afar or heard words of Katsuki’s escapades with people wanted to be so bad. God, did Izuku wish he was one of those people who Katsuki touched, who Katsuki kissed, who Katsuki f@ck@d. And the guttural feeling in his stomach when he thinks of all the experience the taller has had makes Izuku feel petty. And so, the greenette tells Katsuki, “I could.”Katsuki’s expression changes into something Izuku couldn’t exactly make out, but his arm is dropped. And they just stand there for a moment, before Kaito calls out to him, and Izuku walks away after keeping eye contact with the blonde of a good moment. But as he walked away, Izuku desperately wanted to know…what exactly was going on in the blonde’s mind as he gave his answer.  Kaito and Izuku just explore the fairgrounds some more for about another hour. It was decently large, with plenty of activities, so Izuku didn’t feel bored per se. However, his legs were indeed tired. After walking around for so long, and being on slightly nauseating rides, it made sense that his legs were exhausted. They had done the ferris wheel, and Kaito had tried to kiss him, but Izuku was lost in thought recalling Katsuki’s dark expression when he had talked to him earlier. After that, they walked around some more, played some games, and then rode more rides. The county fair was a classic Ise tradition, and Izuku felt like it never really got old. The lights, the energy, the music, and the food was a pivotal experience for a child growing up in this small town. And nothing could really ruin it. “So why do you want to study law?” Izuku asked Kaito as they kind of strolled around the fairgrounds casually. The brunette nods at the question, “Both of my parents are lawyers, so it’s kind of in my blood.”“Oh! That’s cool,” Izuku nods, “What kind of law do you want to practice?”“I’ll probably go into civil law,” The brunette answered, “It’s easy, and makes money, you know?”Izuku hummed, “I see.”“I’m gonna go to the bathroom really quick, okay?” Kaito says, before muttering, “I don’t really know where they are though…”“Fair bathrooms are probably going to be nasty,” Izuku laughs, “But I think I saw some over there.” He points towards the left direction. Kaito glances over there and nods, “Alright. I’ll be back. Can you stay here, so it’ll be easier to find you?”Izuku nodded, “Of course.”And so Kaito takes his leave, while Izuku fits a spot to sit down and rest his legs. His hands are on his lap, and he just reflects on tonight. It had been nice for sure. The fair was nice. The ambiance was great. The food was good. It was a pretty satisfactory night, even with some of the oddity between Katsuki and Kaito. If Kaito was planning on making a move tonight, then Izuku would have to think about it. He hated that when Izuku thinks of his first time, it didn’t appeal to him to have it be with Kaito Sen. A group of people walk by, and Izuku spots Katsuki in that group of people, but the blonde didn’t seem to be very into the conversation or activity. Instead, the athlete stood there, seemingly in contemplation, before glancing around and catching Izuku’s eye. The greenette lifted a hand up to wave, but Katsuki looks away. Izuku frowned. That was odd. Katsuki hadn’t actually ignored him in public or so in a long time, so he wonders why exactly now. But Izuku continued to observe the other under the radar. It seemed as if the boy was contemplating something heavily, because someone else was trying to get Katsuki’s attention, but the boy was ignoring her as well. It was another minute before Katsuki began moving, but when he did, Izuku didn’t expect for the blonde to begin moving towards him. Katsuki’s eyes were on him then, and Izuku’s eyes widened in anticipation as the athlete got closer. And just as he approached, Izuku heard the blonde mutter, “F@ck it.”And once he was within reaching distance, Katsuki’s hand reached out for his own and pulled him up off the seat before leading Izuku away. Izuku stumbled behind, “Kacchan? Is everything okay?”“Let’s leave,” Katsuki tells him, guiding the path. “Wait, what?” Izuku exclaimed.“Let’s go. Let’s get out of here,” Katsuki repeats. “Again,” Izuku was confused, as he was led through the fairground, weaving in and out of people, “Is everything okay?”“Everything’s fi- It’s pe-…” Katsuki’s words were jumbled, “Nothing’s wro- F@ck. Everything’s fine, okay? Let’s just go somewhere. Get out of Ise for a little bit. Just leave this town with me for a night. We can come back in the morning.”Izuku sputtered. So nothing was wrong, “Kacchan, I can’t just do that right now. I’m literally here with someone. I can’t just leave Kaito.”“Leave him,” Katsuki tells Izuku, “Text him you’re not feeling well.”Izuku shook his head, “Kacchan, I can’t just do that.”“And why not,” Katsuki argued.Izuku shook his head out of Katsuki’s grasp and looked at the blonde concerned, “Kacchan, what is up with you right now? Why do we have to leave?”“Nothing’s up,” Katsuki states.Izuku frowns, “You’re obviously lying,” They were just in the middle of people’s walkway, having this conversation, “I told you that you need to be okay with openin-”“It’s f@ck@ng hard, okay?” Katsuki frustratedly says, “I don’t even know…” The blonde just stops, and tries to collect his words as he looks around as if he’ll find the answer in the grass, “I don’t even f@ck@ng know what I’m feeling. I don’t f@ck@ng know okay? I just don’t want to be here.”Izuku walked up towards Katsuki, wanting to reach out. He could tell Katsuki was struggling with something, and he knew that whatever it was is confusing the athlete, “Hey…” The blonde ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. The environment was loud and easy to feel overwhelmed in.  He took a moment, and Izuku didn’t mind standing there with him. Finally, Katsuki told him, “If you want to stay here, I shouldn’t make you leave. I’ll go. You can find your way back to wherever Kaito is, right?” The blonde said seriously, and Izuku realizes this is one of the rare times he hears Katsuki use the brunette’s real name. But Izuku doesn’t move from his spot, just stares up at Katsuki, who was looking off towards the area where his car was parked, before turning back down to Izuku. “Well what are you waiting for,” Katsuki spoke, “I f@ck@ng dragged you away. Go back before the f@ck@r wonders where you went.”Izuku was conflicted. He knew he shouldn’t. But he wasn’t perfect. In some ways, Izuku was the @ssh@l@ too. He longed after Katsuki, while someone longed after him. And knowing that, the greenette still hasn’t done anything to clear the air. He was only human.  “I…” Izuku felt so bad, “I would. I would go, with you. But Kaito...He’s been really nice to me today, taking me out here, and spending time with me. He’s a good guy, Kacchan. I can’t just ditch him. He gave me flowers, a-and he’s been good to me.”“I know,” Katsuki sounded conflicted, “I f@ck@ng know he has. I know he’s f@ck@ng good to you. Just…” Katsuki seemed to be struggling with his words, which surprised Izuku who have always seen Katsuki to be articulate, even when they were arguing, “Give me a chance to be good to you tonight, too.”Izuku’s eyes widened at the statement. In no world would he had expected such a thing to come out of Katsuki’s mouth, especially in such a struggling tone of voice, and yet it did. And Izuku was silent. He replayed the line over and over again, until it seared into his brain. And his lips parted. Katsuki’s expression looked like a wreck, and it was clear he was having a hard time understanding what seems to be himself. “What?” Izuku stammered, and held himself, “Why?”“I don’t…” Katsuki sounded confused again, “I don’t f@ck@ng know. You’re just my,” He paused, “My closest f@ck@ng friend, okay? And there’s something I want to do, okay? There’s something I want to do.” He repeats at the end.Izuku was floored. Katsuki had just admitted something that required a little bit more openness than normal. To confess to Izuku that he was the athlete’s closest friend was to reveal to the other that Izuku held influence and affection from Katsuki. And that just wasn’t something that could possibly have been easy for Bakugo Katsuki of all people to admit. Izuku was so shocked, that he didn’t have a reply for a while. And he just looked at the taller male, wondering if he had heard incorrectly. Katsuki lowered his head, and as if switching back and forth between his closed off and open self, the athlete grinds out, “I’m never repeating that again.”But Izuku couldn’t be upset. He knew that whatever journey they were on was never going to be easy. The greenette’s eyes softened, and he stepped forward towards Katsuki. Grabbing onto the hem of the blonde’s black fitted tee, Izuku smiled softly at the face he adored so much. “Okay, let’s go,” Izuku tells him. Katsuki just looks at the other, eyes surprised. And Izuku pulls out his phone, where he already saw a couple of text messages and two phone calls from Kaito. He wanted to be better to Kaito, who had been nice to him this whole time. Izuku felt like an @ssh@l@, he did. But he also knew that he won’t find the will to do anything about it. He calls the brunette who had given him flowers and treated him this entire day, with guilt laced in his voice, “Kaito?”On the other line, the boy in question exclaimed, “Midoriya? Where are you at? I can’t find you.”“I know,” Izuku looked down at the ground, his words strained because he knew the pain of not being chosen and he knew how sh@tty this was going to feel for Kaito. Izuku wanted to cry at how he was so useless against Katsuki’s words and requests, “Are you with people right now?”“Uh, yeah,” Kaito replies, “I saw some of my guys and headed over. They didn’t see you, and said that Bakugo had just disappeared.”“He’s with me, right now,” Izuku wanted to tell the truth, and his voice was about to break, because he knew it was going to hurt. And he was such an @ssh@l@ for this, he knew that too. But he wasn’t a perfect person, and he didn’t make decisions that will satisfy everyone. Right now, he was being selfish, and he was going to be so mad at himself for this later. But he could only fight so much. He wasn’t going to lie, or make up something so that Kaito would feel better about himself. Because that would be unfair to the other, who has been honest about his feelings towards Izuku, while Izuku had only been partially giving of his own. Kaito was silent on the other line, and Izuku was slightly shoved to the side by a family walking past. It was all so hectic, and he was just standing there on the phone wanting to cry because he was inflicting a type of pain on somebody that has been inflicted on himself. “We’re going to leave early,” Izuku is in pain with every word, “I still wanted to tell you that I’m very grateful for your company today,” He felt like he was making the situation worse, “You’re very sweet, and attentive, and honest, and if you want me to, I will make it up to you. But I just...have to go.”Kaito didn’t say anything for a while, and Izuku didn’t blame him. He wasn’t going to ask the other to say something, just so that it will ease Izuku’s feelings. Because this wasn’t about his feelings. He was hurting someone else, and if Kaito didn’t want to talk to him because he was essentially ditched, then Izuku will have to accept that. “You know how I feel about him,” Kaito began. Izuku knew, “I do.”Another pause, “And you’re still just gonna go off with him somewhere?” This time, Izuku was the one who stayed silent. It was horrible. And then, the brunette tells him, “Okay. I get it. Stay safe.” “Kai-““But Midoriya.” Kaito continues. The doe-eyed boy looks down, “Yes?”“You’re honest too,” Kaito tells him, “You might not say things you mean, but I can see the truth in your expression and in the way you act. I was playing a losing game from the start,” The boy laughs, “So I guess it’s my own d@mn fault.”This was not the place to have this conversation. Izuku looks around, upset that he had been so obvious. It must have hurt more, “Kaito…”“I’m not done,” The brunette speaks through the line, “This is not me being jealous, but me being a friend. I want to warn you now. He’s never going to feel the same, you know,” Izuku knew exactly what He was referring to, “He’s kinder to you, he’s more attentive and caring to you. I admit all of that. He’s been better because of you. But there’s a limit to what Bakugo Katsuki can handle,” He says and Izuku looks over at Katsuki who was leaning against a pole a couple meters away, “And love is well past the cut-off point.” Izuku had nothing to say. He knew that coming in. It wasn’t as if he could help it. And Kaito added one last point, “I still want to see you, you know.”Izuku was shocked, “What?”“It’s clear at this point we aren’t meant to date,” Kaito further explains, “But if you want to continue doing some of the  things we were doing, I wouldn’t be opposed.”Izuku flushed, knowing what he meant, and let out an, “...Oh.”“Think on it,” Kaito tells him, “Accept my offer sometime, alright? Listen, I’m gonna go. But I will text you.”Izuku nodded, still feeling bad, “Okay...Okay. I’ll see you.”The phone line hangs up, and Izuku puts it in his pocket. Although the conversation wasn’t heavy, the guilt weighed on him, and he walked over to Katsuki. “You ready?” The blonde asked. He wasn’t going to question the phone call, because anyone could tell it didn’t sit right with Izuku. Izuku  nodded to the taller, “Yeah.” The walk to Katsuki’s car was not awkward, but it was definitely a little quiet. In about thirty minutes, the night had morphed into something much more confusing than a simple trip to the county fair. Everything was turning into a mess, and Izuku just wished he was able to juggle everything at once. He could tell Katsuki was dealing with his own sh@t, and he wanted to respect that. They got into Katsuki’s car, and Izuku asked the other then, “Where are we headed?”The athlete put his car in drive and moved forward, “You’ll see.”Izuku frowned at the response, but laid back in the familiar seat. They had no music on, but that was fine. Katsuki drove out of the crowded parking lot, stuck in the line of people who were also leaving, and when they were finally out of the main road, Izuku turned his head to look over at the driver. “Kacchan?” Izuku asked. The other hummed. “Are you okay?” Izuku genuinely wanted to know, and his hands played with the seatbelt as he waited for a reply. The blonde nodded, and reached a hand out to ruffle Izuku’s hair, “I’m fine.” And then after a moment of just driving on the roads of Ise, Katsuki glanced over and asked quietly, “How about you, nerd,” He pauses, “Are you okay?”Izuku blinked, and thought about it. He was now pretty relaxed, and so he nodded, “I’m okay.”“Good,” The other said, before driving down very familiar streets. Izuku took notice of the road he frequents very often nowadays, and waits to confirm his suspicions. And after a couple of minutes, he practically knew where they were going. “We’re going to your house?” Izuku asked. Katsuki shakes his head, “I’m switching cars.”“What’s wrong with yours?” Izuku wonders, looking around. “Nothing’s wrong with it,” Katsuki replies, “I just want to drive something different tonight.”That was an incredibly odd thing to say, but Izuku has given up on pondering Katsuki’s choices. They pull up to the familiar driveway of the Bakugou house, and the blonde tells Izuku to wait outside of the car. Katsuki runs inside and after about two minutes, Izuku hears a beep of the truck door unlocking. Katsuki’s dad drove a Tacoma truck, which really fit the old town vibes of Ise, and from inside the house, Izuku heard the other yell out for him to get in. So just complying with it, Izuku opens the passenger door of the truck, and steps up to climb into the tall truck. After a couple more minutes of Izuku just playing around on his phone, the greenette sees Katsuki step back outside with a large black trash bag in his arms, hauling something out. Izuku just looks at the athlete, as he goes to the back of the truck and tosses the trash bag in the truck bed, and then climbs on there. There is some sound back there for another couple of minutes, before he hears the truck bed door closing and Katsuki climbs into the driver’s seat, putting the key in the ignition and cranking the engine on. “What did you throw back there?” Izuku asked. Katsuki backs out of the driveway while responding, “Just some supplies.”“What. Are we covering up a murder or something?” Izuku chuckles lightly, “That bag was stuffed.”“You’re right on the money,” Katsuki joked. And then they began driving out. This time, Katsuki put the music on, and Izuku relaxed into his seat. Arthur’s Theme by Christopher Cross played on the radio, and the blonde drives with one hand as they hit the highway and cruise out of this small town, out in what seemed like further into the countryside. There was no light out here except for their headlights and the moon’s rays, and so Izuku could barely see the landscape on either side of them. If he squints, he can see the dark silhouette of the mountains that cupped and expanded out of Ise. Katsuki's mysterious location was making Izuku highly curious, but he knew they were driving for a while. About forty minutes in, Katsuki pulled into a gas station, “We’re nearly there. But let’s grab some snacks and water.”The gas station had bright fluorescent lights, and they were the only ones there. It was a very sleepy gas station, with a small store inside. Since it was in the middle of nowhere, there didn’t seem to be much business. It had a very liminal feel to it. The loud truck engine stopped, and both boys hopped out and stepped inside of the gas station. The clerk was boredly reading a magazine when they came in, not bothering to look up. And so Izuku and Katsuki browsed the aisles for snacks. After a while of contemplating and arguing over which candy was worse between Sour Patch Kids and Mike & Ikes, Izuku grabbed some raspberry chocolates and a water. And Katsuki grabbed some freeze dried fruit and a cherry gatorade. The cashier looked utterly bored as they checked out, and the two boys laughed about it once they left the store and was back on the road again. And they drive for about another ten minutes, before Katsuki began to take some weird turns. And they were not out of farmland and more into forest-like lands. Everything was extremely dark that Izuku wondered if the blonde knew where he was going. Deciding he’ll trust Katsuki’s sense of direction, Izuku just hums along to the music as he sits there. “We’re approaching,” Katsuki announced, “Close your eyes.”“My eyes?” Izuku laughed, “Why?”“It will be cooler,” Katsuki rolled his own, “Just do it.”Izuku just gives in, “Alright, alright.” And closes his eyes.And that is when they go off-road. “Did we just go off the road?” Izuku asked, feeling the immediate bumpiness of the new terrain. “Obviously,” Katsuki responded. Izuku hummed, “Is that why we’re taking the truck? It’s better for this terrain, right?” The way the boy replied was incredibly cryptic, “Partially.” The uneven terrain goes on for a little over five minutes, Izuku wonders why they are going off-roading like this. Maybe Katsuki really did need to bury a body and wanted to risk no chance of anyone besides him finding out the location. The thought humored him and he laughed to himself.“What are you giggling about over there, nerd,” Katsuki asked. Izuku just grinned to himself but shook his head, “Nothing important. Are we there yet? My eyes are tired.”“They’re literally closed. How the f@ck are they tired,” Katsuki begged the question. “From squeezing them shut,” Izuku explained.“No one told you to squeeze your lids shut, idiot,” Katsuki barked. And then he pulled to a stop. Izuku waited until further instructions, and so he just sat there tapping his lap patiently. He unhooked his seatbelt.Katsuki left the truck and for a couple of minutes, Izuku was left with the sounds of crickets and cicadas. He heard rummaging around and then after a moment, the passenger side door opened. “Can I open my eyes no-” Izuku started. But before he could finish his statement, he felt a pair of strong arms around his waist and Izuku was lifted out of the seat and thrown over Katsuki’s shoulder. Izuku opened his eyes then but was disoriented by the fact that he was upside down and moving that he couldn’t recognize anything until he was brought around and set down on the edge of the truck bed with a thud, and Katsuki let go of him. Izuku sat with his legs dangling off the sides and he adjusted his vision. And was immediately confused but took everything in. They were in a field, that was for sure. One that stretched for a while on every side of them, considering they were in the middle, and surrounded by 360 degrees of forest line. The grass was up to their mid calves. Looking back at the truck bed, the black trash bag was carrying a big thick comforter that was now laid on in the back with a couple of pillows. Two thin throw blankets were just tossed in the back randomly, and the bag of snacks they grabbed from the gas station was thrown back there too. But what shocked Izuku the most was what was what was in the fields. Flowers. But not just any flowers: flowers of a certain color. Yellow. He stared at them, what seemed like thousands of them. And he felt speechless, so much that Izuku felt as if he had to ask. “Why are we here,” Izuku whispered, almost shocked. His eyes were wide, his lungs felt like they were going to collapse from awe. Katsuki looks around, standing in the tall grass, and looks out as well. It’s quiet for a moment, but then the blonde tells him.“Because,” Katsuki’s deep voice broke the quiet, “You said you liked it.” Izuku’s eyes widened in recognition, and his voice spoke before his brain even caught up, “Like what?”And then Katsuki looks up at the sky, and recites something Izuku said from so long ago, it felt, “You said you liked it, remember? The thought of laying in a field somewhere, with yellow flowers, and looking up at the stars. So that it feels like you’re floating in them.” And Izuku right then felt the world go numb. And all he heard, all he saw, all he felt was Katsuki. Katsuki, and his beautiful face, and his beautiful words. He couldn’t breathe. The parallel hit him in the face. He remembered the times where he had said the same thing to Katsuki before. The same pattern of asking why there were somewhere. The same pattern of the reasoning being because the other liked something. Except all of those other times, it has been Izuku who has been doing such things. It had been Izuku who had picked out carefully curated things that he knew Katsuki would specifically like. But this time. This time, Katsuki has done something for him. Izuku remembered that conversation. It had been the night they went to the drive in theater and watched the horror movie. They had gone to the haunted house and upon coming back, the two of them laid on top of Katsuki’s car. And that was when he had mentioned that small detail that Izuku wouldn’t have even remembered himself if Katsuki has not repeated it word for word just now. All this time, no matter what Izuku has thought, no matter what they did, no matter how small, Katsuki has been listening. And paying attention. Word for word.  
   “The stars are pretty,” Izuku breathily said, as he stares into the abyss. His blinks were slow, and the warm spring air kissed his skin.  

   Katsuki tilted his head up to look at them. 

   Izuku continued, “I like…” He thinks about it, “I like the thought of laying in a field somewhere, with yellow flowers, and looking up at the stars. So it feels like I’m floating in them.” 
 Izuku just recalls the conversation now but he wanted to tear up. All around him, were yellow flowers. And under the moonlight, it looked as if they glowed like stars. There were thousands, all around them. Like a sea of yellow flowers illuminated by the bright white moonlight. And when Izuku looks up, there were the actual stars. What seemed like millions of them basking in its glory up in the heavens, and Izuku’s heart began drumming. So fast that the cage couldn’t contain it. This was the kindest thing and most attentive thing that someone has ever done for him, and although Izuku couldn’t help but he floored at the presentation in front of him right now, with the beautiful stars and flowers that made him feel like he was floating in the cosmos, there was something else that felt almost more beautiful right now. And it was Katsuki. The stars were stunning. The flower fields were fastastical. All of the preparation: the truck, the snacks, all of it made him more than grateful. And yet, nothing seeped into his souls and imbedded itself into every fiber of his being except for how much he felt for Katsuki at this moment. His eyes moved from the surroundings that he was blessed to experienced to the blonde who stands in front of him, currently looking up at the stars. Izuku took a deep look at the boy. The blonde hair. The ruby red eyes. The jawline. But it was more than that. It was the way Katsuki ripped away all of the walls of his stuffed up house and introduced him to how beautiful life is. It was the way Katsuki cared for him and showed his affection in a way that never coddled him or placed any expectations on him. In the way Katsuki didn’t care about the baggage or the restrictions that Izuku’s life was plagued with, and stood up to the problems that everyone has given up on or ignored. Izuku stared at Katsuki, fire in his eyes. And he knew what this was. He knew that everything up until now has been building up to this realization. It had been coming for a while, he knew he was falling in love. But now he was no longer falling. He loved Katsuki. He loved him. He loved him. God, he loved him. He loved him so much that it shredded the last pieces of his rationality. He loved him so much that the stars are dimmer than the shine in Katsuki’s eyes. He loved him so much that the fire could not burn nearly as hot as the way Katsuki’s touch burned his skin. He f@ck@ng loved this boy so much that his dreams are forever laced with the essence of Katsuki’s voice. And sh@t, he was f@ck@d. He was so screwed. And this was the very reason why Izuku didn’t want to come to this inevitable realization. Because if he thought he was screwed before, then he knew he was screwed now. And so Izuku started crying. He didn’t want to, but he began crying. His tears blurred his vision, and Izuku could barely see. His shoulders shook, and he tried to stop. Wiping away his tears with the sleeve of his shirt, but the steady streams came out like rain. He needed it to stop so that he didn’t look ridiculous. Too late.“Deku?” Katsuki noticed, and immediately, his hands cupped the shorter male’s face, and his thumbs wiped away Izuku’s tears, “Oi, what’s wrong.”Izuku felt those rough hands on his cheeks that were warmer than he thought they’d be, and Izuku through his tears looked up at Katsuki and brought his own hands up to wrap over Katsuki’s. The blonde stopped to look at him, and Izuku smiled even though his eyes screamed tragedy.“Kacchan,” Izuku said all that he was able to at the moment, “Thank you.”Katsuki’s eyes widened and he asked, “You’re crying because you’re thankful, nerd?” Izuku laughed through his tears, “Is there something wrong with that?” It was partially the truth. The other truth was because he was making peace with the beautiful disaster that he was doomed to. “No, I just…” Katsuki looked a little lost, “Don’t really know what to do…” Izuku chuckled. Of course he didn’t. That was okay. He threw his arms over Katsuki’s shoulders and jumped on the boy in a big hug, and Katsuki, after a moment of shock, held onto him. And Izuku just wanted to stay like that for a while; however, Katsuki then, with Izuku still attached on him, held the boy up so that the blonde could climb on top of the truck bed and walk over until they were on the white comforter laid out. And that was when Izuku let go. And sat himself down on the comforter, kicking his shoes off, while his eyes were still trained on Katsuki. The blonde reached back to fluff out two pillows side by side and then the athlete laid down, staring up at the sky. And below their feet were the yellow flowers. Izuku, after a moment, did the same. His tears had stopped and were beginning to dry up in his face. He was happy and devastated at the same time. But Izuku thinks about it. People fall in love all the time, and heartbreak happens every single day. But was anyone else’s heartbreak this beautiful? Was anyone else’s heartbreak attached to dozens of adventures and moments like this that he will never forget? Did anyone else’s heartbreak take him out to a field at night and set up a bed for him amongst the stars? No. If heartbreak was this beautiful, Izuku wouldn’t mind it shattering.  They lay there for a long time, and watch the stars. And ate their snacks.  Katsuki had connected his Bluetooth, and they listened to Never Gonna Let You Go by Sergio Mendes. It was mesmerizing, and their conversations was quiet. It was as if they were scared the spell would break if they spoke too loud. It was gorgeous. And the fireflies that would flicker once in a while added to the heavens-like ambience. Katsuki leaned his head close and began to point out constellations to Izuku. The boy in question listened intently and looked down Katsuki’s arms where he was pointing. “That one right there is Jupiter,” Katsuki informed, “You see that really bright one?” Izuku nodded, “Yeah! That’s Jupiter?”“Sure is,” Katsuki grinned, “That f@ck@r could fit about 1,300 Earths inside of it.” Izuku was in awe, and then pointed out another set of stars, “That’s the Big Dipper.”“Is it?” Katsuki hummed, “Where’s the Little Dipper.”Izuku scanned the skies, and they both looked for it, to no avail. “I give up,” Izuku pouts, “It doesn’t want to be found.” Katsuki snorts, “It’s probably ugly anyways.”Izuku giggles, “The gods will strike you down for that, Kacchan. You can’t insult the stars.” “But I am a god,” Katsuki cackles.And Izuku elbows him, “Which one?” “Hm,” Katsuki ponders it, “Ares. The god of war.” That was very fitting. Izuku smiles softly. Of course, he would be. “And you?” Katsuki asks him. Izuku bites his lip, and knowing the story of Ares and Aphrodite, Izuku tells him, “Aphrodite. Goddess of love.” Katsuki snorts, “Of course you’d be.” “Why so cynical?” Izuku asks with a cheeky smile, “They’re the same, you know.” “What. Love and war?” Katsuki asks. Izuku nodded while his eyes burned the stars into his mind, “What is love but a war of feelings? And what war has ever been fought for anything besides love? Love of country. The love of a woman or a man. Love of family.” Katsuki laughs lightly, “Are you waxing poetry now, Deku? Is that your favorite quote or something? You memorized that sh@t by heart.” Izuku shakes his head no, “No, I just like it. My favorite quote is something else.”“Yeah?” Katsuki asked, “What is it.” Izuku thinks back to the words his mother spoke to him before, and wondered why it stuck in his head so long, and he repeats, “Love is friendship set on fire.” At this, Katsuki seemed to ponder. And then the athlete goes quiet for a moment. “Pretty inspiring, sh@tnerd,” Katsuki says sarcastically. And Izuku groaned, “I came with you tonight just to get bullied, didn’t I.” Katsuki smirks, “D@mn straight.” Izuku grins, and then asks, “How about you? What’s your favorite quote.” “My favorite quote?” Katsuki asked, and then thinks about it long and hard. So long that Izuku wasn’t even sure if he was even going to reply. However, eventually Katsuki did speak up, and the boy said, “Someone once told me this: ‘as someone who is always on the ground, seeing you fly, no matter how high, is good enough for me.’ I thought about that one for a while.”Izuku turns his head, and looks at Katsuki, expression eyes showing awe, and he didn’t know how the boy he loved could say something like that to him so inconsiderately to his feelings. The greenette continues to look at him, wanting nothing more than to be closer. And after a moment, Katsuki catches on that someone was staring at him, and the blonde looked over from his place on the comforter. Those red eyes shone under the moonlight, and Katsuki’s lips. My god, Katsuki’s lips were tempting, and Izuku could still remember the sensations of them. He remembers Katsuki’s hands on his waist. He remembers all of it. He wanted it so badly: the person he loved. Could he at least have this night, if nothing else. “Kacchan,” Izuku calls out quietly. Katsuki keeps his eye contact, and hums, “What is it.”“Remember what you told me...that one night?” Izuku asks, “That I won’t want you in the morning?” The blonde listens, and looks at him for a while before replying, “I remember.”“And then I asked you...what if I did?” Izuku felt his heart race, and he tried to keep his tone steady, “And you said I wouldn’t.”Katsuki in a low tone asked him, “What are you trying to get at.”“Kacchan,” Izuku wondered if he could at least have this, and just said it, “What if I told you I wanted you… like that. Just for tonight.”The boy in question seemed shocked at the statement, and seemed like he didn’t know what to say. Izuku reached a hand out, but before he could, the blonde held him back. “You don’t know what you’re f@ck@ng saying,” Katsuki rolled onto his side and forward so that he was partially on top of Izuku, preventing his hand from touching him. Izuku was afraid of this. His heart raced even faster, but he couldn’t just give up. Not like this, “Why don’t I? I’m sound minded. I’m not under the influence. Why can’t I want this?”“Because you know how I am with that sh@t,” Katsuki warned, “I f@ck. I don’t do any of the fluffy b@llsh@t you’ll want.”Izuku furrowed his brows, and although Katsuki was right, wanted to save his pride, “And who said I wanted that?”Katsuki laughs, “Deku. The f@ck@ng way you act. There’s no way-”“Don’t assume you know what I want,” Izuku was defensive, even though Katsuki was right.“No?” Katsuki doesn’t believe him, “I’m wrong then?”Izuku didn’t want to straight up lie, so he diverts, “If you don’t see me that way, then just say that. It’s fine. Don’t ins-”“That’s not f@ck@ng it,” Katsuki sits up then, and looked conflicted, hands going through his hair, “Shut the f@ck up.”“Then what is the problem?” Izuku asked, sitting up with him. But Katsuki says nothing. Just looks out onto the yellow fields, and Izuku was afraid he had just f@ck@d up. And to be fair, he probably did. His heart was already beginning to crack. He had been hoping that if he couldn’t receive Katsuki’s love, then he could at least have this. Izuku decides to get upset, and petty, “I could be getting f@ck@d right now.” In reference to Kaito. The blonde didn’t like this comment. Evident by the way Katsuki’s body seemed to tense up next to him, and the next sentence that leaves the boy’s mouth. “With someone like F@ck Face? He would never be able to f@ck@ng satisfy you,” Katsuki’s tone was low. Izuku’s breath hitched, and he asked then, “Kacchan, tell me why you hate the idea of me being with Kaito.” Katsuki’s face soured and he turned away. But Izuku reached over to pull the blonde’s jaw back to face him, and left his hand on Katsuki’s face.“Tell me,” Izuku pleaded with him in a whisper. “I don’t f@ck@ng like him,” Katsuki growls.“That’s it?” Izuku looks with his big eyes. Katsuki confirms unconvincingly, “That’s f@ck@ng it.”Izuku shakes his head and laughs, “You don’t like Iida-kun. But you don’t care about me being friends with him.” “That’s different,” The blonde argues with him, voice holding a tone of warning. Izuku pretends he doesn’t understand, “How so.”Katsuki grabs Izuku’s hands off of his face and takes a hold of Izuku’s jaw, making sure the other listens as venom spills from his lips, “Four eyes doesn’t want to f@ck you. Four eyes doesn’t want to shove his d@ck in your mouth,” His voice gets darker by the sentence, “Four eyes doesn’t want to bend you over and split you apart with his c@ck. Kaito does.” Those filthy words coming out of Katsuki’s mouth was making Izuku feel twisted things, he knew what he wanted. More than ever.Izuku leans in a bit, “And why can’t Kaito f@ck me? Why can’t he bend me over, Kacchan? Why can’t he split me open with his c@ck? You won’t.” Katsuki’s eyes burned with the similar rage he saw that one night, but no words left his lips. Izuku’s face let’s closer, and he says softly, “Kacchan, I’ve sucked his d@ck. He’s had his fingers in me.” Izuku then watches as Katsuki's grip on his jaw gets a little tighter but not enough to hurt him. Katsuki looked like he wanted to kill, “Did he now.” Izuku nodded innocently, “What are you going to do about it.” “You f@ck@ng b@tch,” Katsuki’s sweet breath mingled with his, and they were so d@mn close, “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you.”The doe-eyed boy pushed more, “Should I tell you more? Should I tell you how many fingers he put in me?” His lips brushed up against Katsuki, and the blonde’s hands were holding his waist firmly. “Say another wo-”“Four. He stretched me out really well, Kacchan,” Izuku wanted Katsuki so badly that he found boldness he didn’t know he had. “I was on all fou-”And then suddenly, Izuku was slammed back onto the comforter, and Katsuki lips were on him in an instance. Izuku lost all breath, as Katsuki’s lips were on his, biting and tugging until they were sure to be bruised. Izuku melted into the pleasure, and the sensation of having the athlete on top of him, kissing him deeply and angrily, will never leave his mind. Izuku’s body was pinned down to the bed of the truck, and there were hands on his waist, hands going up his torso, hands on his face, fingers on his neck. Touching. Touching everywhere. All of these sensations. Izuku couldn’t f@ck@ng breathe. Katsuki pulled away only a centimeter to angrily whisper, “I’m going to f@ck you open. And you’re going to scream for me.”Izuku’s eyes were dilated from those words, and he couldn’t even nod, before Katsuki’s lips were were his nears, biting his lobe and kissing down his neck, “I’m not going to coddle you. I’m not going to tenderly f@ck you. I’m not going to love you. I’m not going to hold you to sleep afterwards.”Izuku knew all of this. He had known all of this, and knew this was not going to change. But what else could he ask for. What else could he expect. All he had was this night, “I know.” He whispered. “I’m going to make you feel good,” Katsuki says between deep kisses, his hands exploring Izuku’s body thoroughly, “I’m going to make you c@m. I’m going to tear you apart, and you’re going to beg for it. But I won’t f@ck@ng do more than that. Do you understand this, Izuku.”Izuku could honestly lose his mind from that alone. And if this wasn’t someone he was in love with, maybe those words would burn a little less. But my god, was the burn delicious, as Katsuki’s hands go up to his shirt collar and pull apart slowly, until the fabric crumbles to shreds in the athlete’s fingers, and Izuku was left shirtless, with perky nipples all perfect and pink. His chest went up and down from the lack of breath. He didn’t need that anyways. Izuku needed more, “Just f@ck me,” And then, Izuku opened his eyes, looking up at Katsuki with hooded lids, “Katsuki.”That did it. The boy in question looked drunk on the pleasure of having Izuku under him, and sat back, pulling his black shirt over his head and tossing it aside. Izuku took in the sight like it was his only hydration after days in the desert. He wanted this. He needed it. “If you let me do this, Deku,” Katsuki looks at him with starving eyes, “I’m going to f@ck@ng ruin you.” Izuku pushes himself up on his elbows and then keeps eye contact with the blonde, “Ruin me, then.” His mouth watered, and he pulled Katsuki back down to kiss him, and they met in a blazing fire of heat. Lips locked and moving as if desperate. Katsuki shoved his tongue down Izuku’s throat, savoring the taste of mint and candy. They played a game of tug of war, fighting for control even though Izuku knew it was a losing battle. His body felt as if it was going to explode from all of the sensations. Katsuki’s hands knew exactly what they were doing. The way his fingertips glided from Izuku’s pert nipples to his waistband. The way his left hand gripped Izuku’s waist so tightly that it will bruise beautifully the next day. Izuku wanted it all. Katsuki didn’t leave marks. Instead, the blonde just kissed his way down the doe eyed boy’s body, tasting any inch that he could. And when Katsuki’s tongue found itself on Izuku’s nipple, the sensitive male arched his back and let out a whimper. Katsuki seemed to like that sound, for he began sucking on Izuku’s left bud, while his fingers travelled to pull and twist at Izuku’s right. The greenette panted, and his moans were getting more frequent as Katsuki ups the intensity, tugging gently with his teeth at the pretty nipples. Izuku’s d@ck was slowly hardening, as Katsuki seemed to not be able to get enough. Every kiss, every touch sent electric like shocks down his body. And then it stops, and Izuku opened his eyes to see that the blonde had stepped back. And those large hands were on his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them off of those perfectly smooth legs.And then Katsuki kneeled back, and told Izuku in a commanding tone, “Use those pretty hands to take this off for me.” And Izuku looked up with doe eyes at Katsuki for a second, liking how pretty the stars looked in the backdrop behind the blonde’s head, and got up until he was on his knees in front of Katsuki. His fingers reached up to the athlete’s belt, and he fumbled with the buckle for a second while he desperately tries to get it off. And when it does, Izuku unbuttons the pants and tug them down, enjoying how domineering Katsuki felt in front of him. And when Katsuki was just in his boxers, Izuku just stared up at the taller. The blonde ran a hand through Izuku’s green hair, right underneath him, and then tilted Izuku’s chin up further. “What are you afraid of, nerd,” Katsuki asks, voice low, “Have a taste.” And then, with one hand gripping Izuku’s hair a bit tighter now, and the other hand reaching over his boxers and sliding them down, Katsuki pulls out his c@ck. And Izuku wanted to both drool and scream. His eyes were now trained on the girth, the length, the veins, the curve of Katsuki’s delicious c@ck. Izuku thought his d@ld@s were nice, but this was something else entirely. Izuku could not begin to comprehend this, or how someone could have such a massive, yet perfect c@ck. It must have strained greatly in whatever pants that the athlete wore. It would take both of his hands to try to handle that, and Katsuki knew it just from the smirk he was giving, having seen Izuku’s expression. The mushroom tip was leaking, and some beads of prec@m were collecting, threatening to drip. Two thick veins ran on the underside of that beautiful c@ck, and it was just so hard. But Katsuki was not kidding. That will tear him apart.“Kacchan,” Izuku nervously said, “I’m not exactly sure how to…work…that.” Katsuki’s hold on his hair softens, and his hand is on the base of his own c@ck, and he guides the monstrosity towards Izuku’s lips, “I’ll teach you. Open your mouth for me. Lick me up, Deku.” It was if Katsuki’s words were magic, for Izuku, still keeping eye contact with the other, leaned his head forward until his lips bumped up against Katsuki’s c@ck. And a bit of the prec@m smeared on his lip, and Izuku lapped it up before wanting more. F@ck, he wanted more. Izuku brought his hands up to the base of the thick c@ck, replacing Katsuki’s own, and brought the swollen tip into his mouth, drinking up as much prec@m as he could. Katsuki’s c@ck tasted so good, and my god, was it so big. Izuku felt as if he was struggling to put the girth in.“That’s right,” Katsuki almost cooed to him, “Take me in, just like that.” The praise fueled something in Izuku, and he wanted so badly to take in more. And so the greenette continues to not just suck on the tip, but take it in deeper. It would be impossible to really shove it all in, but Izuku did his best, and slowly took in more of the c@ck with every bob of his head. Going slow at first, the sweet and drawn out sensation made Katsuki turn his head up towards the sky in pleasure. Seeing this ignited a hot flame in Izuku, and he began to go faster. The pick up in pace made the blonde look back down, and raise an eyebrow at how eager Izuku looked, lips wrapped around his c@ck like that and moving faster by the moment. He was doing so good, but Katsuki wanted to make him choke.Holding the back of Izuku’s head, after the greenette begans to get a rhythm in, Katsuki ruins all of that by pushing his length deeper inside of Izuku’s throat, immediately bringing tears into the other’s eyes and then, Katsuki’s hips begin to thrust in wildly. As if he was desperate just to f@ck into Izuku’s throat. There was no rhythm, but aggressive, desperate throat f@ck@ng, and Izuku was whimpering through the experience, but he didn’t want it to stop. He wouldn’t have minded if Katsuki came down his throat too. He liked how there was no rhythm, for it only proved how f@ck@ng desperate Katsuki wanted to be stuffed down his throat. Izuku loved this. He loved the thick shaft of c@ck buried deep in his throat, slamming in and out. He loved the grip on his hair. He loved Katsuki’s b@lls slapping up against his saliva soaked chin and the taller shoves his c@ck deeper and deeper. He didn’t even care to think if he’ll regret this. And then it was gone. Katsuki pulled out, eyes looking almost wild as he leans back down to kiss Izuku deeply, knowing full well the boy just had a mouthful of his d@ck.“Kacchan, you taste so good,” Izuku begged. He wanted to be selfish and want more and more. “Do I?” Katsuki asks him, body hovering above Izuku’s as his hands wrap around the smaller’s boxer waistband, “Spread your legs for me.” Izuku complied, spreading his legs. And Katsuki, like a madman, gripped the fabric and tore it apart. The plaid laid on the truck bed torn to death, and Izuku was suddenly exposed to everything. His hard leaking c@ck was nowhere as big as Katsuki’s, but the look of it seemed to make Katsuki’s eyes dilate and mouth water, so he wasn’t too shy. Katsuki reached for his wallet, and pulled out a packet of lube and a condom. Izuku raised a brow.“Just in case,” Katsuki grumbled, and then tore the lube packet apart, spilling it all over his fingers and with one arm, flips Izuku over, the pulls his hips up until his ass was thrusted into the air. Katsuki grabbed a handful of just beautiful plump cheeks and kneaded it. Katsuki let out, going wild from the pleasurable sight. Izuku’s back was then pushed down against the comforter, ass up, and the greenette looked back as far as he can from the side, “Go easy on me, okay?”“No f@ck@ng way,” Katsuki growls, and then within a minute, spread those cheeks to reveal that pink and puckered hole, then plunges one finger into Izuku’s hole. Izuku’s eyes go wide and his mouth gapes at the intrusion that didn’t wait for anyone. Izuku lets out a cry, and he gasps, trying to adjust to Katsuki now ramming his finger roughly in and out of that right hole. Katsuki says darkly, “If you can take four f@ck@ng fingers from that piece of sh@t, you’ll take mine.” Izuku’s eyes roll back at the sound of that possessiveness, and he gets used to the ramming, thrusting his hip back. And feeling this, Katsuki adds another finger in and rams it in even harder and faster. The lube made sounds as Izuku’s ass was destroyed with just two long and thick fingers, and Izuku bit the comforter to suppress his moans. Katsuki grabs the back of his hair and pulls it back out of the comforter, “Get your face out of the f@ck@ng pillow. I’m going to hear your scream.” And Izuku does. Especially as Katsuki adds in a third and a fourth. It was thicker than his d@ld@, and Izuku was so f@ck@ng stretched as Katsuki f@cks him solely on those rough hands. And somehow, he was still so d@mn tight. Izuku’s hips slammed back on the fingers, but he needed more friction. He needed Katsuki inside of him. “Kacchan,” Izuku panted as his ass was getting finger f@ck@d, “Please. Inside of me.” He couldn’t even string together coherent sentences. “Tell it to me clearly, Deku,” Katsuki says to him. Katsuki pulls out his fingers in one go, and Izuku whimpers at the loss, and begs the blonde, “F@ck me. I need you inside of me.” “Shit,” Katsuki grabs his ass, “I can hear that all night.” And holds up Izuku’s hips some more, pulling up back, and Izuku waited in anticipation. This would be his first time, and Izuku knew that nothing after this would never feel the same. Not after this c@ck. Katsuki positioned the tip at his entrance, and Izuku’s hole twitched at the touch. It was so warm, and prodded there, smearing what felt like more prec@m. Or maybe it was the lube. Either way, Katsuki rolled on a condom, as the tip hits up against his hole. And then began to push the tip in. And he pushed in slowly, which Izuku was grateful for. Katsuki’s fingers were different from the long c@ck that belonged to the athlete. Izuku let out small cries and moans the entire time that Katsuki was trying to get his d@ck situated all the way inside of his ass. Izuku could not actually f@ck@ng believe it. He was getting f@ck@d by the one person who he’s always been beside since he was little. The person who he’s watched fly for so long, and the greenette couldn’t help but revel in the fact that Bakugo Katsuki’s c@ck was getting pushed deep inside of him. So deep that it felt like his stomach was getting filled up. And then, after what seemed like forever, Katsuki bottomed out, and Izuku could barely breath from how filled he was. Katsuki cooed him the entire time, waiting for the shorter male to give the go ahead. And Izuku stays there, head buried in the comforter collecting himself and trying to clear the pain out of his body, for a little bit longer. And the entire time, Katsuki’s hands touch him all over, and his lips kisses the greenette’s neck and down parts of Izuku’s back. Finally, the doe eyed boy turns back, and begs to taller, “Move.”  And Katsuki does just that. The blonde was not merciful. Waiting for Izuku to be acclimated to the size of his c@ck first entering was the last ounce of consideration that Katsuki had. Because after that point, the blonde goes batshit, losing complete control as he pulls out and then pushes in immediately. Izuku lets out a cry of both pain and pleasure, and tells Katsuki to keep going.He didn’t need to, because Katsuki’s pace was brutal. Not only was his pace brutal, the power in each thrust was insane. Izuku never imagined what his first time would feel like, but he couldn’t imagine he would feel this full, this wrecked, or this f@ck@ng amazing. Every push inside of his ring of muscle made Izuku want to see stars more than the one he already was seeing above him. The music had stopped, and all the sound they had was the natural outside and the slapping of Katsuki’s c@ck into Izuku’s lubed up hole. It was a good thing that they were not in civilization, because there was no way that the greenette wouldn’t have woken up the whole neighborhood. And so, Katsuki tried to make the other scream as much as possible. The blonde pushed his shoulders down to the comforter, used the other hand to hold up Izuku’s hip, and then at a borderline insane pace, slams his c@ck as deep as it could go inside of the greenette’s pretty hole. “God,” Katsuki tells him, “You’re so g@dd@mn tight. How the hell.” Izuku couldn’t even reply. He was too busy losing his mind from how good it felt to be torn in half like this. Katsuki hits his prostate over and over again, and Izuku had to pinch himself so that he would last longer. And they’ve been going at this for a while, no less. Katsuki had f@ck@d him missionary, on his lap, had Izuku bounce on his d@ck, all types of ways. And Izuku didn’t know how much more he could take until his legs completely gave out. “Kacchan,” Izuku cried, “I can’t…I can’t hold it back much longer.” “Then c@m,” Katsuki tells him, as he thrusts harder and faster if that was even possible, “Come for me, Deku.” Izuku bit his lip, wondering if he could last any longer, but when Katsuki continues to ram into his prostate, the smaller couldn’t keep it in any longer. He came hard, and his body collapsed as ribbons of c@m leaves his cute c@ck. His arms gave out, so did his legs, but f@ck, it felt so good. The @rg@sm shook his body, leaving him in shambles, as his brain scrambles for a way to collect itself. His moans as he came were like a drug to Katsuki, for even though Izuku’s legs gave out, the athlete continued to thrust even harder. And Izuku rides out his @rg@sm intensely, as his ass was still getting pounded roughly. The large c@ck continuously pushes into Izuku, until soon enough, Katsuki was getting to the end of his line as well. “F@ck,” Katsuki groaned, as he tilts his head back, “What the hell.” Izuku would probably build his @rg@sm up again if Katsuki kept going, but the greenette frowned, looking back, “What’s wrong?” “I’m gonna cum,” Katsuki said, looking down at his d@ck as he keeps hitting it from behind, “I don’t ever f@ck@ng cum this fast.” Izuku’s eyes widened. This was fast for him? They have been doing this for a while. And yet, the statement almost made Izuku smug and feel prideful. Katsuki plants a kiss on Izuku’s back, “You’re so f@ck@ng tight.” Izuku whimpers in a sadistic type of pleasure. His ass was extremely sensitive post @rg@sm, and so every additional thrust that led up to Katsuki’s @rg@sm threw him in shambles. But the blonde did cum. And when he did, Izuku enjoyed knowing that he did that. He was the one who had made Katsuki like this, arms shaking as he falls onto his elbows while he rides out his @rg@sm inside of Izuku’s tightness. The cum collected inside of the condom, so cleaning up was going to be easy; however, Izuku wondered how it would feel for Katsuki’s cum to have filled him up. But he couldn’t wonder for long before waves of post-pleasure bliss come down upon him. Katsuki’s @rg@sm settles, and Izuku hears the taller catch his breath again, before sliding out of Izuku’s ass and collapsing on the side. Izuku turns his head over to the handsome blonde, who stares up at the cosmos and peels away the used condom, putting it to the side to dispose of later. And then it hits Izuku. He just had s@x with Katsuki. He just f@ck@ng had s@x with Bakugo Katsuki. The boy he was in love with. The boy he should definitely have not done this with. The boy who had been in a dry spell for what felt like a while, just to break it with Midoriya Izuku. And this clarity gave him both a feeling of further doom, yet a desire for more. This s@x was something he knew he would want again. The sensations, the kisses, the touching, the sounds. Izuku knew he will be thinking about this for days to come. The only question was if the other felt the same. They lay there side by side for a moment, unsure of how to navigate their new development. Izuku was afraid any word will lead to awkwardness. And so, he continues to look at the stars and fields for a little while longer, as they let their heart rate calm and their breathing go back to normal. Still naked, they just lay there and pray no bugs come for them.  Finally, Katsuki mentions once more, deep voice breaking the silence of the night air, “Remember what I said,” He hesitated, “I’m not going to co-”“You’re not going to coddle me, love me, or f@ck me tenderly,” Izuku finished with a soft voice, and then he went quiet, “I know, Kacchan. I know.” And it goes back to silence again. He really was at a loss of how to navigate this. Tonight had been a f@ck@ng ride. He had simultaneously accepted that he was in love with Katsuki, while having s@x with the boy in question pretending that the blonde’s indifference didn’t bother him. When it did. And if it didn’t kill him right now, then it surely will later.They lay there for a while. That was good s@x. There was no need to ruin the night by discussing what the hell just happened. They always had tomorrow. In the meanwhile, Izuku will replay every second of tonight over again in his mind.  Until Katsuki once more, interrupted, saying with a humorous tone, “Thought I wasn’t your type, nerd.” Izuku blinked up at the stars, letting a small smile grow on his face as he just tells Katsuki straight up, “I lied.” And that was that. It wasn’t as admittance to feelings, which would be too dangerous. Just an admittance to attraction, and for now, that’s all Katsuki needed to know. As if having sex with the blonde wasn’t enough to indicate that. And after a moment or two, Izuku felt nervous but wanted to ask the same question. His words were quiet, “I thought I wasn’t your type.” And maybe he had been so quiet that Katsuki didn’t hear him, because after a couple minutes of silence, Izuku turned his head to the side, to find that Katsuki was still looking up towards the sky, awake. He must not have heard, so Izuku leaves it like that. He turns his head back up to the heavens, enjoying the gift Katsuki gave him. And he was about to simply slip away into a world of daydreams where he got to relive this past night, but in a world where Katsuki loved him too, when—after so long—Katsuki finally responded to his earlier statement. And Izuku heard it clearly.  “I lied.” 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
 
  
  

    
      
        
        
          I actually hate this chapter haha im so sorry for this shit chapter.And I'm sorry for being late it'll go back to normal soon :(But I love the discussion in the comments haha I want to just scream ‘HOLD ON TO THAT THOUGHT. JUST WAIT’.Again thank you so much for everything. I love you guys so muchTwt: Suffocatingspr1'
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