#dkbk thinking of fem sorta yandere kacchan who's obsessed with deku.

when she overhears that deku is going out to the local bar with his friends over the weekend she sets her plan in motion to woo him.

taking off her glasses and messy bun for red lipstick and a cute hair clip. trades her usual oversized garbs for a little black dress and heels.

during class, her green-haired muse hardly ever looked her way but now he'd look at her. she knows it!

she kisses deku's yearbook picture that she keeps by her vanity, before hugging it against her chest.

/soon you will be mine, deku/ she smiles to herself.

katsuki finishes getting ready, adding a little bit of mascara and blush.

"hi! I'm katsuki!—no, that's not right..." katsuki brows furrow as she pouts, she takes a deep breath and smolders, "hey, let me buy you a drink?—ugh no!" she groans and covers her face with her hands.

"you can do this. don't back down now." she mumbles against her hands before setting them on her vanity to look at her reflection.

"buy me a drink, stupid nerd!" katsuki crosses her arms across her chest defiantly for a moment before hanging her head, "that's not right either."

"okay," she takes a deep breath, "fuck it. let's just do this."

katsuki slips into a beige coat and grabs her purse from her bed. she closes the door gently before tiptoeing past her parents bedroom.

as she's about to leave, she notices her mother's car keys on the kitchen counter and smiles devilishly to herself. she's dressed to impress tonight, might as well go the whole nine yards.

she closes her front door and walks towards her mother's red sports convertible.

...

according to Izuku's social media, he was heading out to the pub close to their university.

which means that she'd probably see all other students from school there. at least she was unrecognizable... the blonde had no time for shitty extras.

she parked her car in front, revving the engine with a smirk as the convertible top distended to fit back in its place, with a roll of her windows, she shut off the engine and walked out of her car.

she notices some of the patrons outside look her way in disbelief and envy.

off the bat, the place is bustling with classmates and other students she's seen at campus. her eyes scan for green hair until she sees the man in question.

katsuki's heart flutters in her chest.

deku is by the pool table, chalking the tip of his billiards pole. he's gorgeous in his light blue fitted t-shirt and jeans. his build was athletic but muscular and he was probably over 6 feet!

she doesn't know, katsuki has never been that close to him but with her standing at 5'5 she wonders how'd it be to kiss and hug him. he probably smelled amazing too.

she watches as he positions his pole on the table, arms flexed as his big hands adjust the trajectory.

the blond looks at her own hand. his hand was probably so much bigger! she stalks closer, sitting at the edge of the bar to get a better view.

"hey gorgeous, can I get you something to—"

katsuki turns around to the voice with a scowl, "fuck off."

the black-haired male grins, "I like a girl with a bit of spice..." he leans closer. his breath stunk of liquor.

katsuki leans back and clenches her fist.

/he's ruining her moment!/

"i said, 'fuck off', asshole." she grits, trying to keep her cool.

"aw, come on baby." the man placed a hand on her thigh and katsuki slapped it away and stood up. her nose flared and katsuki frantically tried to keep her composure.

fuckfuck, she's going to lose it and scare deku away! think, think, think.

she'll just walk—

"hey, what's going on here?" the voice of katsuki's dreams rings beside her and she feels her hole body shiver in response.

deku! she looks up to see him stand beside her, "everything okay, /babe/?" he says looking right at her and katsuki swears she melted right there and then.

she can't pull away from his intense emerald gaze but she tries, "o-oh, yes—" deku places an arm over her shoulder and katsuki wants to engrave this memory in her mind forever.

"he was just leaving." she says, looking at the drunk with a frown.

"pfft, figures you're taken." the man sputters, walking away.

katsuki let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and deku pulls away making katsuki suddenly feel very cold.

"hate jerks that can't take no for an answer." deku says to her, "are you okay?"

katsuki sit back on the stool and toys with the hem of her dress—god, she's so nervous!—before looking up, "uh, yeah." she smiles half-heartedly, "I need a drink."

deku laughs at that and katsuki's heart sings at the beautiful laugh.

he's beautiful.

"great answer! what do you like? um, I'd like to treat you if you don't mind, that is..."

katsuki overhears a man ask for a whiskey beside deku.

"whiskey!" she says too loudly, "um, whiskey. I like whiskey." she mumbles.

deku gapes at her making katsuki feel self-conscious. "really?"

"is that bad?" katsuki bites her lip.

"no!" deku waves his hands at her, "it's just a tough drink to swallow." he says distastefully.

"why? because I'm a girl?" she can't help teasing.

deku blushes and katsuki wants to touch his warm freckled cheeks.

"ugh, sorry, i—I mean, I couldn't drink it either, ha ha." he scratches the back of his neck and turns to catch the attention of the waiter.

he asks him for a shot of whiskey only. they stand in momentary silence.

/make conversation!!/

"so, what do you drink?" katsuki asks.

"me? um, just beer." he gives her an embarrassed crooked smile.

"beer is good too." katsuki grins.

"hey izuku, your turn!" a blond guy yells from the pool table—she recognizes him as dunce face from class—and katsuki wants to kill him for interrupting.

"uh, I..." katsuki's shot gets placed in front of her and izuku taps the bar nervously with his forefinger.

"um, i'm gonna go—enjoy your drink, okay?" izuku begins to step away.

katsuki nods and takes the shot in one gulp, immediately regretting it the moment the bitter liquid burns her throat. she swallows quickly keeping her poker face.

"wow, you are a badass." deku laughs.

katsuki does her best to smile without trying to show her disgust to the burn and disappointment in her chest.

/he's leaving!! do something!!/

katsuki stands up as she watches him walk back to the pool table.

/say something! ANYTHING/

she opens her mouth and raises her hand at him but katsuki is stumped. she turns away and sits back down feeling defeated.

maybe she can just walk over there and play with him and his friends? ugh, but she hardly wants to make conversation with those fuckers. she just wants dek—

"hey, I sorry—" katsuki instantly looks up to see deku standing beside her again and katsuki's dancing inside.

"i didn't get your name..." he says. katsuki can tell he's a little nervous and that makes her smile.

"it's, ka—"

no! wait! she's technically undercover. this persona she created to make deku fall for her. katsuki was the straight a student in class who always wore sweats and big clothes, the student everyone avoided bc they knew she was a bitch.

"kacchan. you can call me kacchan."

"kacchan. cute. I mean, nice to meet you, kacchan. I'm izuku." deku puts his hand out and katsuki was about to shake it when he takes his hand back to his side.

"that's dorky, right?" Izuku's nose scrunches.

/dammit! she wanted to hold his hand!/

"a little..." /no that's not what she wanted to say!/

Izuku sighs, "I'm a terrible flirt, I guess."

/flirt?! deku?! is trying to flirt with //her// ohmygod, ohmygod!!/

katsuki take a mental breath.

/you can do this!/

"you can start by asking for my number?" katsuki bites her lip and she feels her cheeks heat up.

deku looks like he's been taken a back and his eyes blow wide, "I, can I?"

/OF COURSE. okay be cool, be cool./

katsuki brushes her hair behind her ear, "sure, give me your phone."

deku scrambles to take it out of his jeans pocket as he hands her the device.

the blonde dials her number and calls herself. saving her contact as "kacchan ♡" on his phone.

/OHMYGOD she has deku's number!!/

she hands him his phone and izuku smiles at the screen.

"see you around, /kacchan/." he waves at her.

/oh, you will./

"see you, deku." she replies and deku cocks an eyebrow at the nickname but smiles nonetheless.

...

it had been a week since katsuki's encounter with deku and he hadn't texted her once! not once.

he hadn't even mentioned anything about it during class! as much as she wanted to be the one to message him first, she didn't want to seem too desperate, even though it was true...

she was desperate to talk to him. to make him hers.

it was torture to be so close to him and not even make her presence known.

but deku would never want someone like katsuki. she was rowdy, impolite, and unapproachable.

nothing like kacchan.

kacchan was confident, poised, and gorgeous. someone deku defended from a drunkard at the bar. he probably wouldn't have done that for katsuki, that's for sure. he probably didn't even know who she was.

katsuki walked to her last class of the day, fiddling with the strap of her backpack lost in thought when she bumped into something hard against her forehead.

she grumbled without looking up, "fucking watch it, asshat!" katsuki looked up to see a curious emerald gaze on her.

she scowled before turning away quickly.

/oh, fuck it's deku! she did not mean to curse at him!!/ katsuki mentally bonks her head, muttering curses under her breath.

she practically power walks to her usual desk to hide her face in her crossed arms atop her desk.

there was no way he'd recognize her what with her thick black rimmed glasses and red beanie. but still. she had been rude to deku of all people!

"hey kami," katsuki overhears deku. she loved this class bc she sat right behind him.

"what's up, dude?"

"how long is too long to text a girl?"

the other laughs, "what?"

"you remember the blonde girl from the bar...i—i got her number."

"the hot chick? you're lying?! and you haven't texted her? dude it's been a week!"

izuku groans, "is is too late?"

/ITS NOT TOO LATE!/ katsuki wants to scream.

"totally. you lost your chance, bro."

/shut up! shut up! you stupid dunce face!/

"i mean unless you're really into her, she looks like a good time." dunce face guffaws.

"shut up. that's not what she is."

"she was alone at the bar, dressed like a slut. trust me, I know these things."

/did this fucker just slut shame me?!/ katsuki balls her fists.

"that's rude! you can't judge someone based on looks kaminari." izuku says defensively. "don't talk about someone you don't know."

the other sighs, "text her then. invite her to a fun date. if she suggests something more intimate, she totally wants to bone."

"ugh, why am I even friends with you." izuku groans.

"who's the virgin here?"

"that doesn't even mean anything and you know that."

"just saying."

class starts and the two drop the subject. sometime during class, katsuki feels her phone vibrate with a notification and katsuki can't help the giddiness that consumes her. it was probably deku!!

the moment class is dismissed katsuki is the first one out, leaving in haste.

she couldn't wait to dig her phone out of her bag to see deku's text. katsuki hardly used her phone during class bc it disrupted her studies. she just likes having perfect scores on all her assignments, thank you!

when katsuki was on the public bus on her way home, she finally fished her phone out of her backpack and opened up the notification.

>>hag: oi, brat. I'm making curry for dinner and I ran out of carrots. go get some on your way home.

the blond seethed, gripping her phone tightly.

ofc, it wouldn't have been deku. it was too good to be true. maybe he never will...

with a sigh, she puts her phone back in her bag. she mindlessly walks to the corner store in her neighborhood and grabs the carrots for her mom.

"i'm home." katsuki passes the threshold of her house and slips out of her shoes and drops her bag in the genkan. she leaves the carrots on the kitchen counter and runs upstairs.

"are you not going to eat?!" her mother asks.

"no!" the blonde slams her bedroom door.

katsuki too upset to do anything else, she holds onto deku's picture frame and falls asleep on her bed.

she sleeps most of the evening until she jolts awake at her mother's loud laugh coming from downstairs. katsuki opens her eyes to see the alarm clock by her bed.

10:30 pm and her stomach growled loudly in protest for not eating earlier.

she tumbled out of bed and walked downstairs. there's a plate of food served for her in the microwave and katsuki is actually moved.

the hag was nice sometimes...

"look who decided to wake up." katsuki hears her dad from the kitchen doorway. she mumbles in response, scooping a spoonful of food in her mouth.

"your mother left that for you. also your phone was vibrating earlier." he placed it on the counter.

katsuki looks at the phone

bewildered, mouth slightly parting as curry slips down her chin.

"katsuki, swallow your food!" her father groans, with a small smile, "are you okay?"

the question catches her off guard as she swallows and cleans her chin with the back of her hand.

"yeah, why?"

"your mother said you just ran upstairs today and didn't even take your bag with you. we all know how you are about your schoolwork. if anything is going on. you can talk to me about it, y'know." he places a reassuring hand on her shoulder. the blonde rolls her eyes at him.

this is how he always was when katsuki brooded more than usual and she always answered the same way and he gave her the same smile with that grip on her shoulder as he left.

with her dad out of the way katsuki finally had a chance to look at her phone, unlocking and checking it.

>>deku ♡: kacchan? hi it's izuku

he actually texted her! katsuki grins, toothy with glee as she hugs her phone against her chest. she needs to reply! the message reads it was sent two hours ago. crap! would he be awake?

>>hi deku.

she replies back, content with her simple response. she remembers reading a magazine article that it's nice to play a little hard to get in the beginning. it makes the man more interested supposedly. katsuki digs into her plate of curry again and hears her phone vibrate.

>>deku ♡: I know this is a little sudden but are you doing anything tomorrow night?

>>not really. why?

/holy shit he's asking her out. oh, fuck omgomg/

>>deku ♡: my friends and I are going to the bar again around 8. do you want to join us?

join his friends? ugh.

katsuki wanted a date! just them two! not to hangout with his stupid ass friends. dunce face was already on her hit list.

>>sure.

>>deku ♡: great! good night, kacchan.

>>night deku.

...

katsuki spends the entire afternoon at the /mall/. she gags at the word. shopping wasn't her thing. too many extras and shitholes. but she needed a new outfit!! and c/osmo mag said, plaid was all the rage for the upcoming fall season and it has been chilly at night lately.

the blonde has been saving her allowance for the past five years and in a matter of hours it was gone in bags upon bags of clothes and shoes. outfits that /kacchan/ would wear that would please deku. she even bought /lingerie/! the—um, lacy /sexy/ kind!

it was an embarrassing experience and katsuki vowed never to step foot in another v/ictoria's secret ever again. but she couldn't exactly have deku find out she still wears panties with little bears and strawberries on them now.

by the time she went home. it was almost 6.

she still had to shower and do her makeup and hair.

luckily, her parents hadn't been home to see the results of her shopping spree. she ran upstairs and hid her shopping bags in her closet, carefully pulling out her new outfit. she laid it out on her bed and drew her bath.

she bathed in her favorite amber and honey bath bomb and did her hair. her usual wild long blonde locks were secured in a low ponytail which she swept over her shoulder.

after much practice she managed to line a small black wing on her eyes and added mascara.

her staple look, however, was her bold red lip. once katsuki applied the lipstick on her shapely lips she was no longer katsuki.

she was kacchan.

deku's kacchan.

katsuki was putting on silver hoops on her ears when she gets a text.

>>deku ♡: hey kacchan. I'm here. are you on your way?

/holy shit/ what time is it?!

8:05. fuck. she's so late!! the blond quickly changes into a black and yellow plaid miniskirt which she pairs with a yellow long sleeve turtleneck shirt and knee length black heeled boots.

she admires her outfit choice in the mirror. looking at the unrecognizable woman before her for a quick glance before grabbing her purse and phone.

her parents were still out but her mother's car was parked in the driveway. if she took the bus she'd really be late...

and if she took her mother's car without asking, she'd definitely risk getting in trouble with her...but deku was waiting for her!! and it wasn't every day that she had a /date/ with deku!

/fuck it!/ she grabs the keys and steps out.

...

katsuki took a deep breath before opening the door to the bar.

"kacchan!" izuku yells, waving her over.

katsuki smiles, clutching the strap of her purse to keep her still. the last time she was here, she was alone. the mere thought of being here with deku was more like a dream.

but it was real. she was here, invited by deku himself. he even sought her out as he waved her over. and deku looks so handsome today too.

maybe too handsome. katsuki feels her face get hot.

AND OMG THEY'RE KIND OF MATCHING! he's dressed in a yellow flannel and black jeans today until her eyes trail to his usual red high tops and katsuki upper lip curls in annoyance. but she forgives him right away.

"hey." she smiles at him. ignoring everyone else around them.

"looking like a couple already!" dunce face jokes and katsuki flashes him a glare that makes his brows knit for a moment.

Izuku just blushes red and rubs the back of his neck.

"guys this is kacchan. the girl I—was talking about." izuku says.

"kacchan, this is kaminari, sero, kirishima and shouto." he points at all of them as they're standing around the pool table and suddenly they all come into view. so these are all his loser friends.

"hey." katsuki says coolly and directs her attention back to deku.

"you want something to drink?" izuku asks and katsuki nods.

"a beer is fine." she answers and then thinks for a moment. if he leaves, she'll be left alone with these extras. "I'll go with you." katsuki adds and izuku tentatively takes her wrist in his large hand.

katsuki eyes shift between the hand holding her and deku's face in slight shock.

"its a little crowded." deku replies, walking towards the bar area with katsuki in tow.

they grab their beers and head back to deku's friends who are already playing.

"aww you started without me?" izuku groans.

"no, they're just messing around." the halfie guy answers.

"how about we play in teams?" the soy sauce face guy says.

"great idea, bro!" the shitty haired guy cheers.

"you wanna play, kacchan?" izuku asks her.

"I don't know how..." katsuki looks down sadly.

"it's okay, I can teach you." izuku grabs her hand and that makes katsuki look up to see a smile tugging at Izuku's lips.

the guys holler in hoots in whistles.

"mido's gonna teach." dunce face signals quotations with his hands.

katsuki rolled her eyes. what's so funny about that?!

the game gets divided in teams of three. with deku and katsuki playing with shouto while they played against the other three. a few beers and turns later and it was katsuki's turn.

izuku held onto the cue stick nervously before saying, "I'm going to show you how how to position yourself okay?"

the blond nodded eagerly, placing her beer bottle on the side of the pool table. she could feel herself more comfortable around him and she knew it was the alcohol.

deku handed her the billiards stick and katsuki stiffened a little when Izuku came up behind her, guiding his arm under hers while the other arm, stayed at her waist. she could feel his warmth this way and the fresh musky scent of his cologne.

deku is so close to her and katsuki feels like she might faint.

he makes it worse when he talks close to her ear, his arms snaked around hers as his hands held her own.

"the goal is to hit the white ball and make one of the colored balls go into the pockets, okay?"

katsuki nods, resisting the urge to lean back against him.

"dont hit the black ball or the striped ones. that's the other team."

"okay, deku." she says softly and izuku squeezes her hand in earnest.

"this orange ball right here can go in the corner pocket there." deku points with the cue stick, "wanna try it?"

"yeah."

"bend over a little," deku's hand moves from her hand to her waist again as she bends over.

"like this?" katsuki turns her head and deku is beet red.

"yup." he answers quickly as he's hovered over her. his hand moves back to her hand as he adjusts her fingers on the cue stick end. his other arm guides the other end of the stick as they hit the white ball and watch it hit the orange ball directly.

it happens so fast as the ball rolls straight into the pocket and deku hugs her from behind with a cheer.

"you did it!"

for moment there katsuki was sure she died. by the time her brain realized what had happened deku was pulling away.

/no! come back!/

"usually there's more tricky stuff involved like trajectory, angles, force, and other things but you got the point of it very quickly. it's pretty easy to play once you get the hang—" deku was mumbling incessantly and he looked clearly nervous by what he just did.

katsuki hands the cue stick to the unsuspecting halfie who's scrolling through his phone but catches it anyway.

"thank you for teaching me." katsuki returns his hug in a quick embrace leaving deku in shock.

"get a room!" soy sauce face teases.

katsuki takes a mental note to add him to her list next if he keeps that up.

they played a few more rounds with katsuki insisting she needed help just to get deku close to her again and deku was more than happy to oblige.

she hardly noticed when the caresses went from flirty to hot until one round where katsuki felt deku's bulge when she bent down.

the hardness pressed against her backside even cost her her turn as she barely hit the ball.

but all her anger dissipated when Izuku hugged her from behind again and kept his hold on her as she handed the cue stick back. deku sat down on a stool close by and kept her close even then. his nose nestled against her neck.

"you smell so good, kacchan." deku breathes

katsuki leans back against his chest with a hum.

"you too."

deku's squeezes her against him softly and presses a kiss to the side of her chin.

katsuki filled with liquid courage, turns around in his arms. with him seated like this, his face was level with hers.

still despite her impaired judgment her heart was still pounding in her chest as she curled her arms around his neck.

deku stared at her intense eyes and then at her red pout. kacchan was beautiful. but apart from that she was also kind and fierce.

probably way out of her league but he'd do everything he could do to deserve her.

if she wants to. if there was even a second date after this shitty excuse for a date. he was just embarrassed about saying the wrong thing and really nervous about fucking it up.

but now that he got to know her more today, he feels confident he can make the next date worth her while if she lets him.

"kacchan—" izuku starts, his face leaning closer.

"yes." kacchan closes her eyes and izuku holds the back of her neck as he places a soft peck to her lips.

izuku hears a few of his friends laugh at him but he hardly gave a care as he pressed another soft kiss to kacchan's lips, soft peck after peck before lips were caught in between lips as Izuku dominated the kiss while his hands stayed safely at her hips.

kacchan a bit stiff only follows his lead until she loosens a bit and izuku wonders if this is her first kiss. the thought of which only stirred something in him about being kacchan's first. an honor he couldn't help but feel somewhat proud to partake in.

though a beautiful woman like kacchan probably has been kissed before and it was just his own wishful thinking.

before long they part to breathe and Izuku's amazed at how her lipstick is still intact after all that.

"that was..."

"amazing." she adds, her eyes still half-lidded.

"hey, kacchan?" izuku hands squeeze her hips.

"hm?"

"can I see you again tomorrow?" izuku asks, feeling bold to ask for another date now rather than later when he was more sober.

"hmm..." kacchan's lip purse contemplatively and izuku frowns a little.

/aw crap! what if she say no?!/

"yes." she smiles before placing a soft kiss to his lips and deku feels his heart swell in his chest.

...

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katsuki's town was small, it was a place where everyone knew everyone. a washed out town that for the most part of her life, she wanted to leave behind. there was nothing exciting for her to tether her to this place besides her parents and even then she wanted more freedom.

until she met deku.

on her last year of high school, deku transferred to her school halfway through the year. deku was in a different class that she was but she still managed to catch glimpses of the nerd at school. stealing every glance she could while he ate lunch with friends

he was beautiful even then. much shyer back then than he is now.

kind too. katsuki remembers when deku bumped into her making katsuki drop the box of books she was carrying. he even laughed at the muttering of curses katsuki let out while he helped her pick everything up.

the entire time she kept her head down. to embarrassed to meet his eyes.

he quickly apologized and left. it was probably then on when her admiration for him began. after that she sought after him. looking for him around school and went through lengths to find out who he was.

going so far as slipping into his class after school to find out his name. she found a notebook in his desk compartment. "midoriya, deku."

it was the stupidest name she ever heard but she loved it so much. katsuki was so excited to find out his name she didn't realize she had

taken his notebook with her until she was at her house. she had to give it back, but how? for weeks she made up scenarios in her head about how she'd give it back until it was too late. his math notes lost forever.

so having the only thing that reminded her of deku, she kept it in her room. used the remaining pages as a diary of sorts, writing all the times she saw deku, doodles of their names together in little hearts.

she had that notebook even now, most of the journal now filled with diary entries.

it was by chance that katsuki found out deku was going to UA University. she overheard a couple of guys talking about it.

UA University was out of town and quite prestigious to get into.

it was nothing out of katsuki’s reach though, what with her amazing grades. soon enough she was applying for UA too.

it definitely gained her parents attention. throughout most of her life katsuki didn’t have anything that interested her besides comic books.

she didn't join any clubs or played any instruments. her parents feared she wouldn't even go to college. katsuki wasn't a bad child.

besides her boughts of anger and getting in altercations during grade school, she was a good kid.

mitsuki and Masaru didn't have to deal with a rebellious teenager who stayed out past curfew or brought home a badboy bf.

when she started going to university, katsuki finally felt her parents were proud of her. which meant they stayed out of her hair more often.

but as katsuki was driving back home, her alcohol buzz gone but the aftermath of her night still etched on the back bumper of her mother's car. it was safe to say she was dying tonight.

how did she miss the trashcan left right behind her car!

just who the fuck leaves shit laying around like that?! stealing her mother's car was one thing. bringing it back with a scratch was another thing... and she knows she probably has only a few mins left to live before she deals with the hags wrath.

maybe when she got home, mitsuki would be asleep... but as she pulled up to the driveway at 3 am, her living room light on. she knew that wasn't the case.

she'd face her head on and deal with whatever shit she'd throw at her. what concerned her now was her outfit.

her thin shirt and small tight skirt hardly left anything to the imagination and her make up was probably runny now. whose to say you'd differentiate her from a stripper?!

/dressed like a slut/

she groans at the thought of dunce face words springing up in her mind.

fucking asshole.

katsuki pulls the sun visor down and takes a quick look at her makeup.

not too bad. she runs her fingers through her now loose hair and tucks it behind her ears.

she went to study with some friends and lost track of time.

that's her excuse and if she doesn't say anything about the black scratch on the back bumper then she'll be fine.

with a deep breath, katsuki gets out of the car and goes inside her house.

the hag was in the living room couch, elbow propped on the armrest as she leans on her hand.

katsuki didn’t bother to take off her shoes as she tiptoes past her and up the stairs. just as she's reaching the final step a flurry of steps are heard downstairs and katsuki runs.

"oi brat! get your ass back here right now!" her mother's booming voice could've woken up the entire neighborhood.

katsuki slams her bedroom door, locking it before she leans on it. she's out of breath and her chest heaving.

"open the fucking door, katsuki!" mitsuki pounds on her door, the doorknob jingling. "if you don't open this fucking door I'm tearing it down and I'm not fixing it!!"

"okay, okay!" katsuki shouts back as she unlocks her door and her mother storms in.

she opens her mouth to talk but gives her a once over.

"where the fuck were you?! and just what the hell are you wearing?"

katsuki sits at the edge of her bed and begins to zip down her boots.

"i went to study with some friends." she lies.

mitsuki laughs, not a hint of humor in her voice, "study? dressed like that. katsuki I wasn't born yesterday. but more importantly, why the fuck did you take my car?!" she raises her hand and smacks katsuki on her head.

"oi, not the head!" katsuki rubs it.

"fuck, I just didn't wanna take the bus, okay?"

"then you ask for shit, katsuki! come on!! and another thing, I don't care who you're meeting, so much as you're using protection and continue your studies. do I make myself fucking clear?" mitsuki points a finger at her.

katsuki grumbles as she still rubs her head.

"it's not like that."

mitsuki rolls her eyes, "sure, okay. I was your age too." her tones softens before she grits, "and you better hope I don't find so much as a crumb of food or a scratch on my fucking car."

"um..." katsuki looks up guiltily and mitsuki gasps.

"katsuki, what the fuck?! where did you—"

"it's just a scratch!" katsuki waves her hands frantically, "it wasn't my fault someone—"

"no! you wanna act like a child then you're fucking grounded, for a month!"

"you can't be serious?!" katsuki scoffs incredulously.

"dead serious, brat!" mitsuki's spits, her hands on her hips. "and you're fucking lucky I'm not taking your phone away."

"you can't do this!!" katsuki stands, her hands fisted at her sides.

"my house, my fucking rules." and with that, mitsuki leaves, katsuki's protests falling on deaf ears.

she slams her bedroom door hard enough the wall trembles by the impact as katsuki falls to her knees, fat tears streaming down her blotchy red cheeks.

she angrily wipes her tears with the back of her hand, cheeks now lined with black tear streaks as her nostrils flare in anger, lips pressed tightly together.

if this ruins her chances with deku, they'll be hell to pay! katsuki vows, her manicured nails digging into her thighs.

in the midst of her tantrum, her phone vibrates, breaking her out of spell.

it's deku!

>>deku ♡: hi kacchan! did you make it home safely?
>>deku ♡: hope your mom wasn't too mad about the scratch.

katsuki's nerves calm at the texts, forgetting she's even angry at all.

>>hey deku... I'm home. she's pretty upset.

/she's being a bitch/ katsuki wants to say. she had forgotten she told him that it wasn't her car to begin with.

>>deku ♡: aww, did you get in trouble?

it's embarrassing to admit that she, a grown ass woman, was grounded.

but katsuki didn’t want deku to think she was canceling their date tomorrow bc she wasn't interested.

>>yeah... house arrest.
>>for a month.

what if he makes fun of her? or what if he doesn't want to wait for her?

>>deku♡: that's no so bad! guess tomorrow is canceled, huh?

>>yeah, I can't go.

he's going to reject her... her chances ruined.

>>deku ♡: it's okay! we can always talk on the phone or video chat!
>>deku ♡: if you want to, I mean.

/he's an angel./ katsuki feels her heart skip a beat.

>>I want to.

>>deku: cool. I'll call you tomorrow then. rest up now, kacchan.
>>deku: goodnight.

>>night, deku.

...

the next day was Sunday morning and what would've been an amazing lunch date with deku, ended up being an evening phone conversation in her room while she

pretended to study. she felt like a school girl, giggling like an idiot at everything the nerd spewed. he mainly talked about his friends' antics and for a moment the conversation went great until Izuku started asking her questions about herself.

izuku asked her how old she was and was pleased to find out they were the same age. he asked her about what school she went to, which katsuki lied about. as much as she didn't want to lie to deku, she couldn't have him find out who she really was.

despite that it was easy to talk to deku, katsuki realizes. the nerd could ramble on about anything. before long, it was way past 10 pm and katsuki didn’t notice when she stopped listening and when her dreams began as she slipped into unconsciousness.

a faint, "so cute, kacchan." was the last thing she swore she heard.

...

katsuki had fallen into a routine with deku. he wished her good morning and goodnight every day and texted her in between classes while katsuki admired him from afar in school.

some days they'd talk on the phone for hours, it was always katsuki who fell asleep on the phone. some mornings she'd wake up with the call still going and Izuku's light snoring on the other end. it was the darnest thing she's ever heard.

one afternoon after school, the hag was cooking in the kitchen while katsuki was on the living room, her study guide tossed to the side as she texted deku.

"oi, brat! it's my wedding anniversary today and I want a cake!" mitsuki says from the doorway that led to the kitchen.

"hah? then go buy one!" katsuki shouts back.

"I'm cooking! go buy one before masaru gets back!"

"but I'm already in my comfy clothes!" katsuki groans, protesting but still getting up to go.

"my wallet is in my purse—oh! and Masaru has been craving strawberries."

mitsuki flashes her a smile and katsuki glares back before throwing her mom's purse over her shoulder and walking toward the genkan.

the bakery they usually went to was a few blocks from katsuki's house. though she hadn't wanted to leave in the first place.

it was nice to get out of the house and do something else besides going to and from school.

not like she did much else before talking to deku, besides go to the comic book store or the café to do school work bc the hag was too loud at home sometimes.

on her way back home, with a strawberry cake secured in a neat box carried by a paper bag, katsuki was turning a corner when she gets a call from deku. she can't help the smile that falls on her face as she answers.

"hi, deku."

"hey, kacchan! how was school today?"

"boring! I need a break but I still have two weeks of house arrest left." katsuki says sourly, holding back the curses she'd rather say to show her disgust.

izuku laughs, "well you can't go out but if you'd like, umm, I can always go to you..."

katsuki stops walking. come to /her/ house?

images of her annoying parents all over izuku and the nerd finding out about the literal shrine of him in her room and her bookshelves full

of comic book merchandise make her visibly cringe and shiver.

"or-or not!" izuku says at katsuki's lack of response.

"it's just my parents are a bit annoying..." katsuki says, grumbling, "m-maybe one da—"

"kacchan?" izuku interrupts.

"huh?" katsuki who had been walking, while she stared at the sidewalk, looked up in confusion.

an instinct to look from the corner of her eye, makes her stop dead in her tracks and through her peripherals, she manages to see what izuku was going on about.

on the other side of the road, stood her muse in all his glory, izuku was dressed casual, a fitted green t-shirt and cargo shorts.

"kacchan?" izuku asks again through the phone, the person on the other side of the road waving as cars whipped past.

she looked down at her garbs, bright pink pajama bottoms with bunnies on them and an oversized all might tee, her favorite comic book hero. her long blonde hair swaying in the wind. katsuki hold the paper bag handles in an iron grip.

"fuck."

NONONO!

deku can't see her without make up! or, or dressed like this!!

/thinkthinkthink! you stupid brain!!/

katsuki kneels, pretending to adjust her shoelaces.

"hey, deku. I'm getting a call..." katsuki mumbles, seemingly adjusting her hair as she hangs up.

the paper bag rustles as she hugs it against her chest and she /runs/.

when katsuki turns a corner she halts, leaning against a wall as she tries to calm her labored breathing.

"fuck, that was close." katsuki says aloud with an exhale.

sweat beads down the bridge of her nose as she looks down at the pavement.

"wow, you're a really fast runner." red high tops show up in front of her and katsuki crouches down, hiding her face in her knees.

FUCKING SHIT.

"kacchan?"

katsuki chews on her bottom lip, "hmm?"

"are you okay?"

"no." she squeaks.

"what's wrong?" deku asks. katsuki lifts her head a little and she can see deku tries to take a step forward but stops. "did I do something wrong?"

"no!" /it's me! I hate myself and—/

deku sighs, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—"

"i'm /embarrassed/." katsuki grits.

"what?! why?" deku asks, taking a step closer, as his knees bend to crouch down.

"don't!" she shouts and then groans, "fu—m-my clothes—I didn't want you to see me..."

"you're so cute, kacchan." deku chuckles as he straightens up. "they're just pajamas...but I'll pretend I didn't see them, okay?"

"okay." she says, barely audible.

"oh, yeah! here. you dropped this." deku places a small black crossbody bag next to her dirty tennis shoes.

/THE HAGS PURSE/

"th-thanks, deku." katsuki mumbles through her knees as she hugs them.

"nice all might shirt, by the way."

deku finally retreats, leaving katsuki alone.

katsuki exhales, trying to calm her nerves. that was really close!

too close!

and what was deku even doing in this part of her neighborhood?! he lived north from her...unless he moved? but katsuki knew everything about him.

should she ask him? but would he think she's being nosy? she could stalk him again but she told herself she'd stop being so crazy once her plan was in motion...

when katsuki got home, she sent deku a quick text instead.

>>sorry about earlier...

to her relief, deku texted back right away.

>>deku ♡: it's okay, kacchan. I didn't mean to make you feel embarrassed.

>>you just surprised me...
>>do you live around here?

>>deku ♡: not yet, I was actually checking out my friend, sero's apartment. he's looking for a roommate and my mom's house is too far from school.

>>oh, cool.

/FUCK SHE'S SO SCREWED./

>>deku ♡: I'm guessing you live around here too?

if deku moves to her neighborhood, she needs to buckle down on this double life she created for herself...how would deku react if he found out? would he shun her out? what would he say if he found out she was vulgar and looked like this?

katsuki glances at her vanity mirror from her bed. the acne scars on her face looked darker and redder than usual as they mock her. she clenches her jaw, throwing a pillow at her reflection.

>>yeah, I do.

>>deku ♡: that's great! we can hang out a lot more then!

>>can't wait.

...

katsuki had one more week of house arrest and she had been pretty good at keeping herself hidden.

she wouldn't go anywhere without a hoodie or a hat. if she were to run into deku, he wouldn't even bother to look twice katsuki's way and she intended on keeping it that way.

especially bc deku did end up moving to the soy sauce face guy's place, much to katsuki's dismay.

apart from that minor misstep where Izuku had seen her in her rags and the unanticipated grounding, her plan to woo izuku was going great. at least she thought it was.

they had been texting nonstop and even video chatted a few times but always when katsuki was alone in her house in full glam from the waist up.

they even had come up with so many date plans for when kacchan would be free.

one afternoon in the courtyard after school, katsuki was watching over deku from a nearby tree when she saw a beautiful girl with pink curly hair and small shorts walk towards him.

deku waved at her with a big friendly smile that had katsuki's nails digging into

the trunk of the tree as her face turned into a scowl.

the blonde had never seen her before. but the way she playfully punched deku in the stomach made her blood boil.

/WHO THE FUCK WAS THIS BITCH/

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...

the blonde flops on her bed with a groan, unlocking her phone to see the last text she sent deku, still unread.

>>hey deku.

/text me back jerk!!/

was deku talking to that pink haired girl too?

he wouldn't do that to her, would he?

she flips on her stomach and hugs a pillow close to her chest as she contemplates what to do next.

should she go look for him? her parents weren't home, maybe she could sneak out for a moment... but where the hell even was he?

maybe she can check his insta?

she opens up her app right away.
katsuki got an insta account specifically to follow celebrities and make up gurus. her account @/dynamightbk only had a few pictures so far of make up looks she was practicing but it garnered a few follows.

it was other girls who were into make up too. though they had way more followers than she did and katsuki wondered what did they have that she didn't which only reminds her of deku and the pink haired bitch. and the reason why she opened up the wretched app in the first place.

she didn't follow him. hell no. but it was good tool to keep tabs on him.

too bad his account had no activity since last week, when he took a picture of his new all might figurine.

she looks at the picture as if the answer was going to pop out somehow.

and then a comment underneath it catches her attention.

>@/pinkymeens: you're such a nerd, mido

/pink?/ katsuki clicks on her name so hard, her fingernail clacked against the screen.

it was her!

cw: past mentions of minor dekumina

>@/pinkymeens
>mina she/her 20
and a million emoji's filled her bio. not to mention her followers were in the thousands.

to katsuki's horror, she really was gorgeous and had a cute funky style.

as she scrolled down her page, she had selfies, revealing outfit shots and pictures of her friends. the same fuckers katsuki recognized were deku's friends. there were photos of her in cute lingerie too. it makes katsuki blush.

how could she ever try to compete with her...

the nail in the coffin was a picture of her and deku smiling at the camera. they were shoulder to shoulder with their heads leaning against each other.

katsuki had every urge to throw her phone out the window.

the picture was a year old.

had izuku been in a relationship this entire time?! there was no way! katsuki knew most of the important details of deku's life.

she jumps off the bed to rummage through her notebook hidden in her side table. the campus notebook fraying at the edges.

there wasn't a single detail about izuku seeing anyone or meeting anyone. unless she was from his old school but even then she overheard deku had no friends at his old school.

the pages crinkle underneath her grip as she tenses.

whoever the hell she was, katsuki wasn't going to let anyone get in the way of her and deku. she'll play unfairly if she has to!

...

katsuki squirms in her vanity chair as she tilts her phone above her head to take a picture.

she adjusts the angle so she captures just below her nose. the shot: red plump lips and her hair brushed to the side over her shoulder.

black straps that lead to the lacy black flowery one piece she's wearing, though you can't see past her cleavage in the picture.

it's more than a decent shot and her tits look huge.

/bigger than hers/ katsuki thinks smugly.

the blond will surely keep deku on his toes with that shot.

she decides to take a mirror pictures too, copying poses from celebrities to accentuate her curves.

she hardly recognizes herself in these pictures and her hands shake and her heart hammers in her chest as she writes a new text to deku with two pictures as the attachments.

after typing and retyping several different comments. in the end, she opts for something simple.

>>do you like it?
>>cleavage.jpg
>>fullbody.jpg

every second that passes is nerve wrecking as katsuki waits for a response. luckily, she didn't have to wait long when deku was sending a long text back 3 minutes later.

>>deku ♡: AKDKSOAOEKSLSLSSLSLS KACCHAN ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?! how are you real?! you're so gorgeous! I'm trying to keep my cool but I want you so bad right now.
>>deku ♡: poutyface.jpg

katsuki embarrassingly squeals like a school girl at deku's response.

still spurred on by her giddiness, she replies back and sends another picture.

>>how badly do you want me, deku?
>>layinginbed.jpg

>>deku ♡: soo bad.
>>deku ♡: dickprint.jpg

/oh fuck/

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