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katsuki realized young that he wouldn’t be able to have a “normal” life.
his parents drilled it into him to be /so/careful where he put his hands—one wrong move and he’d be accidentally setting the kitchen on fire.
katsuki was a hero, but his hands were tools of destruction.
his parents drilled it into him to be /so/careful where he put his hands—one wrong move and he’d be accidentally setting the kitchen on fire.
katsuki was a hero, but his hands were tools of destruction.
and he’d made his peace with that.
well—maybe not peace, per say, but he’d come to understand it was a necessary evil in his fight against villains. a trade off for power, so to speak.
but in truth that would never see the light of day... katsuki was jealous.
well—maybe not peace, per say, but he’d come to understand it was a necessary evil in his fight against villains. a trade off for power, so to speak.
but in truth that would never see the light of day... katsuki was jealous.
his sole focus had always been to become a hero and so dating was tossed to the wayside, but he’d at least like the /option/.
so many of his high school friends spend those years going on dates and finding meaningful relationships while katsuki could only dream about it.
so many of his high school friends spend those years going on dates and finding meaningful relationships while katsuki could only dream about it.
though it was another thing that would never come out of his mouth, katsuki was scared. what if the /one/ time he let his control slip was when he was touching someone he cared about? what if he got his sweat on them and they got into some freak accident because of it?
it was a thought he honestly couldn’t take. so he just didn’t bother, and put it out of his mind.
katsuki was labelled as one of the hero world’s most eligible bachelors for years, always scowling whenever interviews and paparazzi tried to pry into his love life—or lack thereof.
katsuki was labelled as one of the hero world’s most eligible bachelors for years, always scowling whenever interviews and paparazzi tried to pry into his love life—or lack thereof.
but then, after awhile, he friends had started jeering at him about how he and izuku were “practically married already”.
they’d moved in together after graduation, yeah. and they were hero partners, sure. long since buried the hatchet and were proper rivals even.
they’d moved in together after graduation, yeah. and they were hero partners, sure. long since buried the hatchet and were proper rivals even.
and, okay, MAYBE katsuki had been harbouring some stupid fucking crush that totally didn’t mean anything since second year, but it was whatever. he certainly didn’t have any hope of actually dating the fool, so he settled for returning to best friend status.
izuku had been holding his hand out to him for years, but katsuki was nothing if not a stubborn bastard. he and izuku, they’d taken each other’s hands more than a fair amount of times—but it was always glove on hero support glove.
necessary evil and all that.
necessary evil and all that.
but izuku never did what katsuki expected, and that was simply a fact of life.
so when they had dragged themselves to the store after a long week of doubles and overtime, they were already pretty out of it.
katsuki pulled the list from his pocket, squinting at it.
so when they had dragged themselves to the store after a long week of doubles and overtime, they were already pretty out of it.
katsuki pulled the list from his pocket, squinting at it.
“we need rice.”
“don’t we still have half a bag?” izuku asked, appearing from around the corner with a basket full of what was, quite frankly, an alarming amount of meat.
“not when we’re done mean prepping we won’t. keep up, nerd.” katsuki took several steps forward.
“don’t we still have half a bag?” izuku asked, appearing from around the corner with a basket full of what was, quite frankly, an alarming amount of meat.
“not when we’re done mean prepping we won’t. keep up, nerd.” katsuki took several steps forward.
“ah, wait!” izuku exclaimed, though katsuki was barely listening. “i spoke with an employee and they moved several things in the store around—/kacchan/!”
izuku’s palm slapped roughly into katsuki’s and pulled firmly in the other direction to stop him.
izuku’s palm slapped roughly into katsuki’s and pulled firmly in the other direction to stop him.
it worked. katsuki’s brain completely short-circuited, only able to focus on the warmth of his hand and how gently izuku’s fingers curled around the back of his hand, despite his scars and callouses.
“it’s over here now, kacchan! jeez. you never listen.”
“it’s over here now, kacchan! jeez. you never listen.”
for some godforsaken reason, it had taken katsuki /that/ long to realize a few things about izuku. he had never been afraid to reach out. he never hesitated, never stopped to consider how dangerous it could be to grab onto, essentially, the dynamite /and/ the detonator.
he didn’t care.
izuku was stepping away from him, unaware of the revelation that was hitting katsuki like a tsunami. the second he felt izuku’s hold loosen and start to pull away, katsuki squeezed his hand so hard even eijirou in his unbreakable form probably would’ve said “ow”.
izuku was stepping away from him, unaware of the revelation that was hitting katsuki like a tsunami. the second he felt izuku’s hold loosen and start to pull away, katsuki squeezed his hand so hard even eijirou in his unbreakable form probably would’ve said “ow”.
startled, izuku looked back at him—first at their hands, then up to katsuki’s face. “kacchan?”
“deku.” katsuki could feel his face burning, unable to even look his hero partner in the eye. “don’t... don’t let go yet. ...please.”
he was making his bed and later, he’d lie in it—
“deku.” katsuki could feel his face burning, unable to even look his hero partner in the eye. “don’t... don’t let go yet. ...please.”
he was making his bed and later, he’d lie in it—
but he couldn’t go back just yet. he wanted to keep feeling the warmth of another person, unafraid to be close to him despite the destruction his hands could cause.
when he chanced a glance up, he was surprised to see izuku’s face nearly redder than eijirou’s hair dye.
when he chanced a glance up, he was surprised to see izuku’s face nearly redder than eijirou’s hair dye.
a shiver prickled up his spine. he recognized that feeling—seeing izuku so flustered over something he’d done gave him the same thrill and adrenaline rush as beating down a villain.
“o-okay.” izuku answered, more quiet and bashful than katsuki had seen him in years.
“o-okay.” izuku answered, more quiet and bashful than katsuki had seen him in years.
“whatever you want, kacchan.”
and it felt like a whole new kind of revelation when katsuki tentatively squeezed izuku’s hand in thanks—and izuku squeezed right back.
and it felt like a whole new kind of revelation when katsuki tentatively squeezed izuku’s hand in thanks—and izuku squeezed right back.
