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They were studying together in Katsuki& #39;s room for the first time. The whole thing was awkward at first, with neither of them speaking for the first solid half hour and just focusing a little TOO much on their own notes. But then Deku broke the silence by asking Katsuki what
number 12 was, and it became much more natural after that. They sat together on the floor instead of the opposite sides of the room. They talked. They joked. Their arms touched and it was weird and exciting and scary and neither of them were moving away.
Katsuki looked at Deku,
Katsuki looked at Deku,
saw his eyes were looking at him too, and his heart fucking crawled up his throat. Deku looked at him, then at his lips, then one or both of them leaned closer and their noses brushed and then their top lips touched just barely but it sent an almost painful thrill down
Katsuki& #39;s spine.
They were sharing breaths. Heavy, warm breaths. It was ecstasy, and Katsuki feared he was overdosing, overstepping something precious and vulnerable. He instinctively wanted to pull away, but he barely got two milimeters between them before Deku made a noise too
They were sharing breaths. Heavy, warm breaths. It was ecstasy, and Katsuki feared he was overdosing, overstepping something precious and vulnerable. He instinctively wanted to pull away, but he barely got two milimeters between them before Deku made a noise too
desperate for Katsuki& #39;s self restraint.
They kissed, barely, they were kissing and petrified and god Katsuki& #39;s hands were shaking. Their lips were shy and unsure, but they were pressed together for one second before one or both of their insecurities made them lean back
They kissed, barely, they were kissing and petrified and god Katsuki& #39;s hands were shaking. Their lips were shy and unsure, but they were pressed together for one second before one or both of their insecurities made them lean back
too far and disconnect them with a small smack. When their lips were their own, they sighed in unison, scared, high as fuck from that immense burst of relief and anxiety all at once from just a pathetic little kiss between who knew what. They were nothing, not friends, not
lovers, not Katsuki and Izuku and barely just Kacchan and Deku, but they were together in Katsuki& #39;s room at 7:42 pm, not moving away, not daring to. They had their noses brushing against each other now, the kiss doing something painful to their hearts, something beautiful too.
Katsuki wanted that kiss again. Wanted it like he wanted the number one hero rank, wanted it the way he& #39;s wanted this boy his whole life. The desire was suffocating, literally, he was barely breathing and judging from the lack of air against his trembling lips Deku was too.
Like a madman, Katsuki chanced a glance up, up into jewels of emeralds, and like before he found them staring back.
It was Deku who moved first, because Deku had always been braver than him, had a heart so big in that chest of his Katsuki sometimes didn& #39;t believe he could ever
It was Deku who moved first, because Deku had always been braver than him, had a heart so big in that chest of his Katsuki sometimes didn& #39;t believe he could ever
hold it in his hands, but here they were anyway, both hearts growing and just getting bigger. Deku moved first, and he kissed him again, and Katsuki fucking swore Deku whimpered and he did too.
Their first kiss was breathtaking. This second kiss was shattering
Their first kiss was breathtaking. This second kiss was shattering
Katsuki& #39;s lungs. They were shaking and trembling but that didn& #39;t matter because Deku had his fingertips against Katsuki& #39;s cheek like he wanted to steady him, them. Those fingertips glided further and with it brought Deku& #39;s whole hand until it rested tentatively on Katsuki& #39;s skin.
Katsuki couldn& #39;t take it, his body physically couldn& #39;t contain itself, and he moved until their lips broke apart again to breathe, but he was an addict now and he needed Deku for the rest of his life, so he didn& #39;t hesitate to get another fix and kissed the distress away from
Deku& #39;s mouth. One hand held the hem of Deku& #39;s shirt, keeping him there, as if he would ever go, he could and Katsuki didn& #39;t know if he would ever want to stay, but he held him there anyway because he was fucking selfish and he hated that about him.
He broke the kiss again,
He broke the kiss again,
overwhelmed, he wanted to beat and curse himself and put Deku in a glass display case and keep him safe and away. He didn& #39;t deserve this boy, but this boy was so fucking dumb and didn& #39;t know what was good for him, and he chased his retreating lips and kissed him again.
He tugged on the shell of his ear and brought him closer. He swiped his thumb over the thin hairs above his ear and it tickled and distracted him and made him melt under his hand.
With his other hand, Katsuki reached up, higher, until the tips of his middle and index fingers
With his other hand, Katsuki reached up, higher, until the tips of his middle and index fingers
touched Deku& #39;s hand, and he hesitated, but Deku made this soft little whine in his mouth and it fueled him to reach up higher and hold his crooked hand. He held him with his fingers first, then with his whole palm, and then with his heart.
When they parted again, they let
When they parted again, they let
themselves move away, just a little bit, to assess the damage, the irreparable blessing they& #39;ve created between them. When Katsuki opened his eyes, his hand was still on Deku& #39;s hand, and Deku& #39;s hand was still on his skin, and Deku skin was riddled with tears.
Panic like no
Panic like no
other seized Katsuki chest and threatened to take his heart out from his ribs, but Deku huffed a short laugh and stared at him.
"What?" Katsuki breathed, scared, the happiest he& #39;s ever been.
"Nothing," Deku whispered, smiling beautifully, like something out of a dream.
"What?" Katsuki breathed, scared, the happiest he& #39;s ever been.
"Nothing," Deku whispered, smiling beautifully, like something out of a dream.
"I& #39;m just really... really happy."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Izuku sniffled. He brushed his thumb over his fine hairs again, anchoring him. "And I don& #39;t think I wanna stop feeling like this, Kacchan."
That was funny, because Katsuki didn& #39;t want to either, wasn& #39;t even sure if he could
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Izuku sniffled. He brushed his thumb over his fine hairs again, anchoring him. "And I don& #39;t think I wanna stop feeling like this, Kacchan."
That was funny, because Katsuki didn& #39;t want to either, wasn& #39;t even sure if he could
keep on living if it ever did stop. It was too terrifying to even phantom. But he was a coward, was still learning to be brave in front of this stupid boy, so he said, "Then, don& #39;t."
Deku touched their foreheads together and laughed, the sound caressing his lips like a tease.
Deku touched their foreheads together and laughed, the sound caressing his lips like a tease.
"I won& #39;t," he said. "Will you?"
"No," came his immediate reply. He took in a shaky breath, mustered up two years worth of bravery inside him, and kissed him again for a solid second and a half before it all ran out. But it was a start. A start that had Deku beaming.
"No," came his immediate reply. He took in a shaky breath, mustered up two years worth of bravery inside him, and kissed him again for a solid second and a half before it all ran out. But it was a start. A start that had Deku beaming.
And he couldn& #39;t wait to run the rest of the way with him. Didn& #39;t even want to see the finish line. Just wanted to run with him and never look back.
Deku lowered his hand, and Katsuki& #39;s hand followed it, and then they were both holding hands in Katsuki& #39;s room at 7:45 pm.
Deku lowered his hand, and Katsuki& #39;s hand followed it, and then they were both holding hands in Katsuki& #39;s room at 7:45 pm.
"Your hands are big," Deku mused as he looked at themselves. He extended his fingers between Katsuki& #39;s and marvelled openly.
Katsuki smiled and brushed his thumb over knuckles laced with pink and white. It was true. Hands finally clasped together, he could see their
Katsuki smiled and brushed his thumb over knuckles laced with pink and white. It was true. Hands finally clasped together, he could see their
hands and realize that his were bigger. Imagine not knowing this, imagine never doing this and never knowing. Katsuki would never trade this knowledge for anything. He squeezed Deku& #39;s hand, felt his heart flutter when Deku squeezed back, and commited this knowledge to memory.
