Thread by @cashmeresho, Went onto face/book for the first time in 10 months or so [...]

Went onto face/book for the first time in 10 months or so and can’t recognize 50% of my friends cuz they all got married and the rest are pregnant or trying to sell me makeup in my dms.

So... bkdk being unmarried in their 30s anyone?? Let’s pretend canon... didn’t happen too :)

Izuku squints at his phone, trying to remember the name of the girl that used to hold the door for him every day between classes in tenth grade. She was nice! He thinks she was in the supports class? Or maybe the business class. She’s just posted a pregnancy announcement

On her social media, and he wants to congratulate her, he just wants to know who the hell she is first.

“Kacchan,” Izuku says, turning around in his desk chair to face his hero partner. “What was the name of the girl with the pink hair in the business classes?”

Kacchan just blinks at him, stabbing his pork with his chopsticks without even breaking eye contact. “Do you really expect me of all people to remember that?”

“Okay yeah, good point.” Izuku sighs. He tries scrolling through her page a little. She hasn’t posted any

Old pictures or anything else that would give Izuku any hints as to which pink-haired girl (that isn’t Mina) she is, so Izuku gives up, going back to his lunch and looking at the same meme posted over and over. At least it isn’t an anti vaccination meme this time.

“What are you doing over there?” Kacchan asks. “Looking at old pictures or something?”

“No. Just on facepage.”

“That website’s for people our mom’s age and weirdos that don’t want to vaccinate their kids. Get offa that shit.”

Izuku can’t help but laugh a little

He isn’t wrong.

“I was just curious. Everyone’s married or has kids. It’s so weird to see. Like, I know we’re old enough to do that kind of stuff, but it still doesn’t feel like it, you know?”

Katsuki just shrugs and shoves another piece of pork in his mouth.

It’s about as much of an answer as Izuku expected, so instead of prying further, he asks, “Do you want any of that stuff?”

“What stuff? A husband and kids?”

“Yeah, you know, a family or a house or something.” He and Kacchan could spend all day talking about anything

From politics to the postal service, but Izuku realizes then that he doesn’t even know if his closest friend, his hero partner, even wants to have a family.

Katsuki sighs, pushing his food away from himself a bit and folding his hands behind his head. “Dunno about kids.

They can get pretty messy in this line of work.” Izuku thinks thats fair. They’ve both seen the negatives of what can happen to the children of heroes. Then Kacchan says, “And why would I need to get married when I have your ass to worry about? I spend every damn day

With you already. Then you’re always showing up at my house when I don’t want your ass there. That’s annoying enough for me.”

“Rude! First of all, you always invite me over first. Secondly, I’m not *that* bad to be around. It’s not like you take care of me or anything!”

Kacchan gives him a flat look. “Who made your bento today, Deku.”

And that’s... well that’s a good point, Izuku guesses.

“You didn’t HAVE to make it.”

“And watch you eat shitty take out again? No thanks. I’m getting clogged arteries by association.”

Izuku rolls his eyes. “I’ll let you know that I’m a fantastic boyfriend.”

Kacchan gives him a smile that reminds Izuku of an amused cat. “Oh yeah? When was the last time you tried to date anyone? When we were 19?”

Izuku picks up a pen and tosses it at Kacchan.

He catches it mid-air and fixes Izuku with an unamused glare. “It was last year, thank you very much.”

“And how did it end?” Kacchan knows the answer, he’s just being a little shit about it.

“She told me I was married to my job and when I “found a life” to look

Her up again. It was bullshit! I have a life. It’s our agency, and you and-“

“That’s exactly my point, dumbass. Your head is so far up my ass you couldn’t even make a relationship work for six months.”

“Oh yeah?? Well how about the last time YOU dated?”

Because two can play at this game.

Kacchan glares at him and then looks away, finding the wall very interesting as he says, “... bout the same.”

Izuku grins, victorious, and he’s too busy taking another bite of his pork to notice the pen flying back at his head.

It bounces off of him and lands on the desk with a clatter. Izuku rubs at the sore spot and huffs.

“We don’t have time for shit like that, Deku. Work takes up too much time.”

The fact that they spend most of their free time together is left unsaid, but it does

Make Izuku curious. “Would I really be that terrible to date?”

Kacchan scoffs. “You? A nightmare.”

“I’m serious! Hypothetically, would it be so bad to date each other?”

“You gettin’ mushy on me? Disgusting.”

“Kacchan!” Izuku groans. “I’m just asking a question!”

And really, truthfully, Izuku doesn’t know why he’s asking the question. There’s just this sudden need for him to know. It doesn’t matter how Kacchan answers, at this point in his life there are few things that Kacchan can say that will sting. What they have is

A friendship, a good, solid friendship. It doesn’t need to be anything else. “We already to a bunch of couple stuff anyway, like you said!”

“Are you forgetting the whole part where couples fuck or no?”

“We’ve done that stuff too!” Well, sorta. Having sex? No, but

Hooking up drunk at parties and pretending it never happened is one of he and Kacchan’s specialties. It’s just mindless fun, another weird thing for them to share.

“You have a fucked up version of sex, Deku.”

“You know what I mean!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

And then Katuski thinks.

He really thinks, Izuku can tell from the way his brow furrows up. “I guess... it wouldn’t be so bad, dating you.”

Izuku warms at hearing it, and his next words are out of his mouth before he can even THINK about them. “So why don’t we try it? Why don’t we just date?”

“Me and you? Date? Deku that’s fucking ridiculous.”

“You literally just said it wouldn’t be so bad.”

“That was hypothetical, not-“

“What are you scared?” It’s a cheap tactic, a dumb move, really. Izuku just hadn’t expected to get this far, he wants to see how much further

He can go.

“Oh fuck off. You’ve got yourself a new boyfriend, asshole. Be ready at six. I’m taking your ass out to dinner.”

And that’s how it starts.

It isn’t until Kacchan’s walked away that Izuku realizes, “Oh shit. What have I done?”

“So let me get this straight,” Ochako says, covering her mouth as she chews politely. “You and Katsuki are just *dating*?”

Izuku switches Ochako’s newest baby from his right leg to his left, shifting her away from his glass of water she was eyeing. “Yup.”

“Say aah,” Ochako tells her, and the baby in Izuku’s arms opens her mouth for another bite of mashed peas. “Just like that? Why?

Izuku shrugs and takes a bite of his salad. “Why not? Not all of us got married to our high school boyfriend and then had three kids before 30.

Speaking of the other two, where are they?” Izuku likes Ochako and Iida’s kids. They’re cute and sweet, just like their parents. Kacchan likes them too. His favorite is the baby in Izuku’s arms. (“She’s just so... he had said, trailing off and squeezing his hands together.

“You know, round.”)

“They’re with their dad. Tenya’s parents wanted to see them.” She makes a face at that. It’s no secret that Iida’s parents would have much rather him married a woman like Momo than a woman like Ochako. Izuku’s gotten more than enough angry phone

Calls from his friend to know how relieved she must be that she’s not with them now. “I told him you needed me, since this is obviously an emergency.”

“Gah! It’s not an emergency! I just have a new boyfriend.”

“It’s not every day your new boyfriend is your

Childhood best friend turned business partner,” she says, and Izuku thinks that’s fair.

“Stoppppp,” he whines.

“I’ll stop. But only if you tell me about last night.”

Last night, fuck, what to even say about the night before, when Kacchan had picked him up and took him out

To a restaurant so nice Izuku wondered if they’d have to run to avoid paying for their bill. Kacchan hadn’t even started an argument, only complaining that Izuku couldn’t tie a tie after all of these years before he angrily redid it himself, but that’s nothing new.

“It was nice. He took me out to dinner and then walked me to the front door of my apartment and everything.”

Ochako chews on the information she’s been told for a minute. Then she says, “sounds... gentlemanly.”

Izuku laughs. “It was honestly weird. There was nothing wrong

With the date, per se. It just wasn’t my normal Kacchan.”

“Only you would prefer a screaming ball of fire than a gentleman who holds doors for you. Did he hold your hand?”

“Ugh,” Izuku answers, and then he turns his attention to the salad, switching Ochako’s daughter in

His arms again so she can look over his shoulder and try and babble at the other patrons at the restaurant.

Ochako gets the hint. “Okay, okay. But I really have to know, what will you guys do if it doesn’t work out?”

“Kacchan and I have been through worse before and were ok.

It’ll probably just be awkward for a bit but eventually we’ll get over it and things will go back to normal.”

“It can’t be more awkward than the time in third year when you guys got caught drunkenly making out by Mr. Aizawa in the showers.”

“Oh god,” Izuku hides his head

In his free hand. “Don’t remind me.”

“What did he say?”

“About time you two did something with your mouths other than yell,” Izuku groans. “Ugh, ‘Chako, it haunts me in my sleep. Kacchan didn’t speak to me for a solid month.”

When he looks up at her again

She’s giving him a soft smile. He knows that she believes him. He and Kacchan really will be fine if things don’t work out.

The smile slides off of her face for a moment before she asks, “Izuku, what will you do if things work out?”

For some reason, the question rocks

Him to his core. He had been so focused on what to do if things went wrong that he hadn’t even considered what he would do if they went right. Would he really be able to be a good partner for Kacchan? Would they be compatible? Would Kacchan fall in love with a guy like him?”

“I...” he starts, and he knows there’s no reason to hide the truth. “I don’t know.”

The soft smile on her face returns and she reaches out to pat Izuku’s hand. “Well, I’ll be here if you need me.”

He smiles back, knowing that’s true.

~*~

Katsuki would probably rather be anywhere else than on a mission with Todoroki Shouto. The villain they’re looking for has an ice quirk, so it only made sense to team up the two most powerful fire quirks in the top ten.

He’s sitting in Shouto’s office, going over

The file that they have on the guy when Shouto says, “Soo...,” and Katsuki knows where this is going even before he keeps talking. It’s been one fucking day. None of these bitches can mind their own business, he swears to fuck. “You and Izuku are a thing now, huh?”

“That’s none of your business,” Katsuki snaps.

“Yes it is. You’re my friend-“

“I’m not your friend, halfie.”

“We are thirty-one and you’re *still* doing that? Well fine, I’m Izuku’s friend and I care about him. It’s my business.”

“Don’t give me any fucking dad speeches.”

“This isn’t what this is, I’m just wondering-“

“So you’re not minding your business, as I said.”

“Can you let me finish?!” Shouto looks genuinely annoyed. Katsuki grins happily. “We’re friends, and this is really sudden so I was just wondering what happened, is all.

It’s what friends do, just like you can ask me questions about Momo and I.”

“That’s real cute and all, but thing is, I don’t care about you and ponytail’s brat or if you want another one, or really anything about you at all.”

“We are trying for another child, how

Sweet of you to notice, Katsuki.” And Katsuki honestly can’t tell if he’s being sassy or not.

“I don’t want to know about your sex life.”

Shouto makes a face. “It’s not our sex life, it’s that we are trying to conceive. It’s different.”

Katsuki throws his hands up.

“You literally need to fuck to- you know what? Never mind. All I’m saying is that I’m dating Deku now. Get the fuck over it.”

Shouto blinks. “I never had a problem with it. I was just wondering how your date went last night, is all.”

Of course the little nerd snitched

About that. There’s no use avoiding it, so Katsuki provides as little information as possible. “It was fine. I took him out to dinner, held his hand, walked him to his front door and didn’t try any funny business. All that shit.”

Shouto’s giving Katsuki a look that he

Can’t read. “What?”

“Oh nothing, I’m just surprised is all. That doesn’t sound very like you, Katsuki.”

“Oh fuck off. I can be a perfect gentleman when I wanna be. My mama didn’t raise a damn caveman.”

Shouto stares in that weird blank way of his that Katsuki

Knows means he’s thinking about something. He sighs. “Fine. Let me have it.”

“Are you..” he starts, carefully choosing his words. “Sure that that’s what Izuku wants?”

“The fuck you mean?”

Shouto sighs. “I just mean that Izuku’s dated plenty of “nice guys” before,

And none of them have worked out.”

This is starting to really piss Katsuki off. “And?”

“Have you thought that maybe Izuku just wants to date, well, you?”

And oh.

If he weren’t so stunned, Katsuki would put it on a calendar. The first good idea Todoroki’s ever had.

Instead of telling him though, Katsuki growls, “I’ve had enough of your shitty advice.”

To that Shouto gives him a nod, having already said his piece. He stands up to go get himself a cup of coffee, but turns just before he leaves the room. “Oh, and Katsuki?

I do hope it works out. You both deserve a happy ending.”

Katsuki doesn’t know what to do with that, so he balls it up and stuffs it away for later, choosing instead to focus on the file in his hands again.

TBC ????

~*~

Izuku realizes then, as he& #39;s walking home from his meal with Ochako, that he& #39;s never really known anyone that Katsuki& #39;s dated. He& #39;s met a couple of his dates at hero galas or parties, but never outside of that. He really has no idea if the date that Kacchan took

him on the night before is the kind of date he& #39;d bring anyone on, or just the kind of date he& #39;d bring his best friend on when he& #39;s trying to make a point. It really wasn& #39;t a bad date, it just wasn& #39;t a date with *Kacchan*. And isn& #39;t this entire thing just supposed to

be a test of if they& #39;re compatible? Not if Izuku can date a strange gentlemanly version of Kacchan. He& #39;s dated enough nice guys and they& #39;ve always bored him to tears.

But Kacchan? Kacchan& #39;s never boring. Kacchan is exciting and fun to be around and kind of annoying

sometimes, but that& #39;s just part of being around him, and Izuku loves it. It& #39;s his turn to think of a date next, and he wants to think of something so plain, so regular that there& #39;s no way Kacchan would act any differently. That way Izuku will really know if this

is just Kacchan, or the version of Kacchan he thinks he should be.

Just as Izuku& #39;s about to start stressing out about what they should do. His answer comes to him, clear as day, advertised by dancing lights across the street.

Izuku smiles and then pulls out his phone.

He pockets his phone again, and then keeps walking home to shower and get changed. Ochako& #39;s baby got mashed peas in his hair, and while he told Kacchan to show up as-is, he at least wants to try and make a better impression than this.

A mean little voice inside

of him tells him that he shouldn& #39;t even bother, that Kacchan will never really want someone like him.

He does his best to keep from listening to it, and keeps on walking.

~*~

Kacchan looks at the sparkling matinee in front of him and then back to Izuku. He looks handsome as always, in a cozy black shirt and jeans. Kacchan’s started wearing combat boots with jeans recently when he’s trying to look casual. Izuku really, really likes it.

It just looks very stylish! That’s it!

“You’re taking me to an all might movie?”

Izuku snaps himself out of his trance (was Kacchan always this attractive? Is it the shirt? The lights from the movie theater?) just enough to smile and nod. “Yup! I sure am!”

Kacchan squints, putting his hands on his hips. “Deku, we’ve seen this movie like thirty times.”

Thirty times in the past two years alone, Izuku wants to correct, but he doesn’t. “I know. And that’s exactly my point.” Izuku tugs on the collar of the green v neck

Sweater. This seemed like such a great plan until he had to explain it. “I know we both like this movie and it’s something we enjoy and I don’t know.” He shrugs. “I wanted to share it with you again.”

Kacchan’s face does a lot of different things before it falls

Back into his normal scowl.

“You’re such a dweeb,” He says, but then he’s reaching out to pull Izuku’s hand into his own. He brings Izuku’s hand to his lips and places a few kisses over his palm. Izuku’s entire body turns fire engine red, like head to damn toe.

His stomach flips and he swears he’s not a virgin, but he had NO idea such a simple display of affection could absolutely wreck his shit like this.

“At least let me get the popcorn.”

“Uh, s-sure!” Izuku agrees, even though no! Bad! This is HIS date! Kacchan shouldn’t

Be buying popcorn! But the smile Kacchan gives him is different than smiles Izuku’s gotten before, and isn’t that something too.

Izuku follows Kacchan into the theater in a daze, feeling like he missed something huge.

Izuku manages to get so sucked into the movie that he doesn’t even notice Kacchan hasn’t let go of his hand until about 2/3 of the way through when he needs to pee. He tells Kacchan this, and he scowls like Izuku is the most annoying thing in the world, but that’s

Nothing he isn’t used to. It feels familiar, feels like Kacchan, and Izuku thinks this is probably the best idea he’s ever had.

It’s after, when they’re walking down the street to the train, fingers intertwined, when Kacchan says, “You really were serious, huh?”

Izuku looks over to him. The way his face is half-obscured in shadow makes him look older than he does in full lighting. It makes Izuku want to reach up and touch his face, rub his thumbs under his sharp jaw. “About what?”

“This. Dating.”

Izuku laughs a little

And the truth comes spilling from him, because it’s impossible for it not to when it’s Kacchan. “I don’t know if I was at first. I just thought it would be fun. We really are together all the time already. It’d be nice to have someone to take to things, I guess.”

Kacchan scoffs. “You always make me go to shit with you.”

“Well, then I wouldn’t feel weird or bad about it!” And he knocks into Kacchan’s shoulder with his own before turning his attention to his feet. “But now I really am serious. I really like dating you, Kacchan.

I don’t know if you feel the same way, or if you could ever like or love someone like me but-“

Kacchan stops them where they’re walking, and when Izuku looks up, Kacchan’s giving him an expression he can’t read. It’s his normal glare but different, but he doesn’t

Know why.

“What did I say?” Izuku asks.

Kacchan sighs, “Nothing. Nothing at all.” He keeps walking again, pulling Izuku forward by his hand. “Come on.”

Izuku lets himself get dragged forward, catching up to Kacchan within a few steps.

“I’m having fun, Kacchan,” Izuku tells him, his voice quiet, like it’s something sacred between them.

Kacchan gives his hand a squeeze, just a hair shy of too tight. “Yeah, I am too, nerd.”

Izuku smiles.

That night, when Kacchan drops him off at his front door,

He doesn’t try to come in. He doesn’t try to kiss Izuku or make any moves. It makes sense. It’s only their second date after all.

Izuku wishes he wasn’t disappointed.

Izuku manages to get an entire weekend off two weeks later, so when his doorbell rings around noon he manages to drag himself out of bed, but just barely.

He’s surprised to find Kacchan on the other side of his door, looking as grumpy as he always does with his

Hood pulled up over his hair and a pair of big, cheap-looking sunglasses on his eyes and bags of groceries.

“Paparazzi get you?” Izuku asks, because he knows that Kacchan would never wear sunglasses like that if he didn’t pluck them off the closest store shelf by necessity.

“Gmmrf,” Kacchan replies, and Izuku takes that as a yes. He lets Kacchan into his apartment, thinking that maybe he was in the area and just needs a moment to hide from the press, but he’s surprised when Kacchan stars unloading his bags of groceries into Izuku’s fridge.

“Uh, staying awhile?”

“Nah, I just knew you wouldn’t have shit for me to cook.”

“Oh! You’re cooking?” That’s something Izuku likes to hear. He had absolutely no desire to even attempt to make himself food today.

“I am. Thought you needed me to come over and

Clear some shit up.”

Izuku pushes himself up to sit on his counter and watch Kacchan work. The way that his back muscles shift and move under his shirt is nice to look at. “Like what?”

Kacchan pushes his bangs off of his forehead with his sunglasses and then turns

To look at Izuku. He opens his mouth, and then he surprisingly shuts it, turning around and busying himself with carefully putting away an onion instead. “That you’re an idiot,” he says, and after he speaks. Izuku notices that the tips of his ears are red.

Huh.

What’s Kacchan got to be embarrassed about? Izuku wonders.

“Well we know that, but what else?” Izuku tries.

He’s just met with a glare. “You’re in my damn way,” Kacchan nudges him off the counter and Izuku goes easily. “Get outta here

And let me cook. You stink. Go take a damn shower.”

Izuku wrinkles his nose and laughs. “Mean.”

“I’m serious! Go away!”

“You come into my house, demand me to leave-“

“Yeah and what of it?”

Izuku pulls Kacchan in close, uncaring if he rubs his stink

All over him, wrapping his arms around Kacchan’s middle. Kacchan immediately sighs and relaxes into the hug, using a hand full of a carton of eggs to return it. When Izuku pulls away he’s smiling. “Not a thing,” he says, and then heads down the hall to shower as he was told.

Kacchan cooks him katsudon, which makes Izuku’s chest do a ton of weird things he wasn’t expecting. It isn’t even the first time he’s made it for Izuku, hell, not even the last time he’s cooked it for Izuku within the past month, but there’s something about it now,

Something about the way he can watch Kacchan carefully plate each piece instead of slap a bento down on his desk and spew insults about Izuku’s health, the way that Kacchan looks soft and cozy in his clothes, or the way he smiles softly at Izuku when he comes out

Of the shower.

Well, it’s just a lot to deal with.

They eat in front of the television, spending the majority of the time going back and forth about if Shouto’s newest commercial is good or not (Izuku thinks it’s charming! Kacchan obviously does not agree in

The slightest) and then Kacchan’s gathering the dishes and bringing them to Izuku’s sink, swearing that he can do the dishes alone and that Izuku would just crowd his space. Izuku doesn’t listen, because when does he ever. He dries while Kacchan washes, and it feels

So natural, so good, so perfect that maybe, just maybe, Izuku wouldn’t mind a few hundred more of these nights in his lifetime.

Izuku puts the final plate back into his cabinet before he turns to Kacchan and says, “Thank you for this. It was really... nice.”

Kacchan sucks his teeth. “Yeah don’t get used to it. I was just bored and I knew you wouldn’t eat if I didn’t feed you.”

Izuku takes the opportunity to step closer to Kacchan, get all up in his space and wrap his arms around Kacchan’s waist. “Oh my hero,” he says,

His voice deadpan. “What would I ever do without you? It’s almost like I’m completely helpless.”

Kacchan grins at him, and it sends sparks throughout Izuku’s belly. He crosses his arms over Izuku’s shoulders and pulls him closer until they’re touching, Kacchan’s

Belt pressing into Izuku’s stomach. “You know? For a damsel in distress, you’re a real pain in the ass.”

Izuku finds himself leaning closer, unable to help the gravitational pull Kacchan has on him. He’s getting sucked in. “Oh yeah? Call me more pretty names, handsome.”

To that, Kacchan raises an eyebrow, his smirk planted firmly on his face. Izuku can read that expression loud and clear. Game on.

“Hmm let’s see. Little shithead.”

“Mhm. What else you got?”

Then Kacchan’s leaning in closer too, and the entire world falls away,

Izuku swears it does. There’s nothing other than the two of them, standing right here in his kitchen.

“Cute,” Kacchan says, and Izuku can’t even hide the gasp it pulls from his chest. Kacchan’s forehead rests upon his, and Izuku looks up at him, eyes wide.

“Pretty,” and then Kacchan’s gripping his chin, tilting his head to the side. Izuku’s breath gets caught in his throat. He can’t even inhale. This is different than anything else they’ve shared before. They both know it.

Their lips are centimeters from touching

When Kacchan whispers, “Mine.”

Izuku swears that there have been moments in his life when it was just plain old unfair, but this one has to take the cake, because before Kacchan can close the distance between them, both of their pagers go off- loud and shrill in the quiet air.

Kacchan’s groan follows right after, tipping his head back and breaking the spell, snapping the cord that was tying them together in an instant.

“Now?” Izuku flat out whines.

Kacchan sighs, then says, “Come on number one, we got shit to do.”

Izuku groans, and off they go.

The fight is both fast and hard, and everything’s going well— with both Kacchan and Izuku zipping between buildings and hitting the villains with blow after blow— that is, until one of them pulls out a knife and stabs Izuku.

He doesn’t even realize it until he’s

Standing on the villain’s head, when little droplets of blood start to pool along the guy’s face and shirt.

“Oh,” Izuku says, staring at the hand he’s just brought up from his middle That’s now covered in blood.

“Oh my FUCKING GOD!!” Katsuki yells.

And that’s the last thing Izuku hears before the world goes black.

It doesn’t take him long to come to, not with Kacchan yelling, “HEY DUMBASS!” As loudly as he can in Izuku’s ear.

“What!” Izuku snaps, opening his eyes to find himself in the middle of quite the scene.

He’s lying flat on a stretcher, with police and paramedics bustling around him alike, cleaning up the scene. Kacchan’s face is directly in front of his, looking as furious as anything, scowling meanly. In the distance, Izuku can hear a news helicopter flying by.

“What the fuck!” Kacchan questions.

“I-“ Izuku starts, but he’s rudely interrupted.

Because Kacchan is kissing him.

Kacchan is kissing him. Right here, right in the middle of this downtown street. In front of the police, the paramedics and the press. Kacchan is kissing him.

It’s not a nice kiss, it’s not a slow kiss either. It’s a fierce kiss, a kiss that goes beyond anything they’ve shared before. It moves too quickly for Izuku’s sluggish brain to keep up with, and he finds himself chasing after Kacchan long after he’s pulled away.

“Wha-“ Izuku asks dumbly.

“You’re a fucking idiot. You know that?”

“‘M sorry I got stabbed?” Izuku tries.

Kacchan’s fingers run through his hair. “Yeah, try actually not getting stabbed next time. Because Deku? I like you. I like you a whole lot, and I don’t have

Time to waste waiting for your ass to get out of the hospital. We got shit to do.”

The implication in Kacchan’s voice makes what little blood is left in Izuku’s body go to his face. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. You idiot.” And then Kacchan’s kissing him again, this time it’s softer,

Sweeter, and absolutely going to be plastered EVERYWHERE for weeks to come.

When he pulls back, Izuku starts to giggle. “We’re gonna be famous.”

Kacchan rolls his eyes. “Oh for fuck’s-“ he turns to the paramedics then. “Get his ass out of here. I’m sick of looking

At him.” And then he leans down to Izuku once more, whispering a quick, “I’ll be by later to pick you up.” Before he presses a kiss to Izuku’s cheek.

“Wait? Pick me up from where?” Izuku asks. He’s still giggling, because this is all really pretty funny.

Or maybe that’s just the blood loss talking. Who knows.

~*~

Kacchan comes flying through Izuku’s front door two months later, completely livid and armed with nothing more than a piece of mail. It’s okay, he’s plenty dangerous without any additional weapons.

“What in the shit is this?”

He throws the envelope onto Izuku’s

Coffee table where he quickly scoops it up and reopens it. “It looks like it’s an invitation to Mina’s baby shower,” Izuku tells him.

“Yeah but it’s addressed to the *both of us*.” Kacchan says, wearing the same face as someone who just ate something very, very sour.

Izuku laughs. “It’s because we’re a couple! Saves postage and paper. Very environmentally friendly. Mina knew you’d tell me.”

Kacchan grunts and then flips down on Izuku’s couch, planting his head in Izuku’s lap like a dog that wants his head scratched. Izuku pets over

Kacchan’s hair softly, then says, “If we moved in together, we could get all our invitations together.”

Kacchan picks his head up, shooting Izuku a mean glare. “Don’t even think about it. You’re filthy and disgusting and you’d mess up my entire space.”

“Not now,” Izuku says, chuckling lightly. “One step at a time.”

Kacchan just hums in response.

Izuku keeps his hands in Kacchan’s hair, and wonders if he’ll be able to remember what brand of baby blanket he bought Todoroki’s daughter.

It’s all good.

-the end

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