OOC: I APOLOGIZE, this is a reupload, I kind of panickedā¦. like I said this is a bkdk ship piece. I have been terrified when writing this mostly just because itās new and I have severe anxiety aroundā¦ making people happy/reaching expectations.Ā
CW: Mature Nsfw mentions (but no actual scenes), Romance, Confessiony Things, Fluff
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It was raining, the gentle thrum of drops against the roof of the tiny restaurant lulled Izuku into a relaxed state. He slowly pulled apart his order of katsudon, biting through the crisp savory pork with a soft smile, a warm blush of happiness. His eyes drifted closed as he savored the burst of flavor, the flavor that reminded him so much of his academy days, of the boy who was quick to yell and bang about, who cooked some of the best food he had ever tasted.
This katsudon was different, or maybe it was just because Izuku was older now and he remembered the flavors different. The sauce a little less thick and shallower in flavors, the breading just slightly oily, but it was the closest he had ever come to finding Kacchanās cooking again.
He didnāt know when they had last spoken outside of work or functions. Kacchan didnāt really seek him out, and Izuku barely had a life except to be āDekuā. He took another bite frowning down at his dinner. Perhaps heād try soon.
āHey, nerd.ā
Had he thought about him so desperately that he tricked himself into hearing Katsuki? Izukuās green eyes skipped up to meet familiar harsh crimson, a pair of eyes that knew everything about him, that could strip him bare and leave him gasping and shaking in seconds.
āKa-Katsuki,ā he said, quickly correcting himself from using the childhood nickname he had grown so used to.
āTsk, yeah. Didnāt expect to see you here,ā Katsuki says, and there this overlying feeling that if he didnāt know Bakugou, Izuku would think that the other man would want him to leave.
But Bakugou was still justā¦ himself. Though his anger was better controlled he was still just as emotionally constipated. Still shoving his hands in his loose jeans while trying to look both intimidating and unattached. It soothed a part of Izuku, to know he hadnāt changed too much in the real world. That even outside of work he was still in some part Izukuās best and worst friend.
āCan I sit?ā Katsuki phrased it like a question, but sat without waiting for an answer, raising his hand to place an order.
āUhā¦ s-sure,ā Izuku stuttered out, and honestly his stutter had gotten so much better but something about Kacchan just looked so welcoming and handsome in the dim lights of the tiny restaurant.
It made his heart beat hard, made his cheek flush more, and he busied himself with eating to hopefully hide some of the insecurities heād always had around Kacchan, though now he knew what they were. Heād always liked Katsuki, always wanted more than just this vague feeling of friendship. He wanted to kiss him, hold hands, look up at him while he screamed Kacchanās name so loud that his neighbors pounded on his apartmentās wall.
The blush only worsened with that thought. Kacchan received his food, and after his first bite he looked up.
āHey, you fuckinā sick or something?ā he asked.
āNo, why?ā Izuku said, staring resolutely at his food and taking deep breaths between bites.
āBecause youāre red as a damned tomato and you look like youāre gonna throw up,ā Katsuki said, jabbing his chopsticks at Izuku with suspicion in his eyes.
āMāfine,ā he responded, bowing his head further over his meal.
Bakugou sighed, āLook, I aināt gonna bite or nothing. Just figured Iād sit with you to let others have more space. You want me to find a different table?ā
Izuku swallowed to fast in his desperation to ask Katsuki to stay and began to choke. Gasping for breath, he tried to dislodge the meat from his throat with heavy pounding on his sternum.
Katsuki rolled his eyes and stood, āGreat.ā
Firm arms wrapped around him and next thing he knew, Izuku was being manhandled out of his chair and the food forcibly pushing itself from his esophagus as Katsuki squeezed him. Izuku blinked, coming to his senses, he squirmed, realizing he was still in Kacchanās grasp.
āSettle downā¦ just lemmeā¦,ā he didnāt finish his sentence though.
Instead, he just stepped back but not until Izuku felt a distinct peck hit the crown of his head. What was that? What had Kacchan just done? Had Katsukiā¦ just kissed him?
āSoā¦ du-ā¦ ah, Midoriya,ā Katsuki said, and Izuku swore his heart just stopped right there.
He looked up, meeting hesitant red eyes a soft blush across the other manās face. He looked off to the side, clicked his tongue and rubbed the back of his head, all things Katsuki did when he was nervous.
Izuku tilted his head curiously, āYes?ā
āHah, donāt rush me,ā Bakugou snarled, glaring at him out of the corner of his eye. āDidā¦ you maybe wanna get dinner sometime?ā
Izukuās eyes widened, he had to make sure, āWeāre eating dinner nowā¦ that kind of dinner?ā
The heavy sigh that followed made it obvious that was not what Bakugou meant, āNo, dumbass. Iām finally asking you on a date.ā
It was in that moment the world stop turning, the rain seemed to become silent, everything just drifted away, and all that existed was the beautiful man across from him. The man with the cherry wine eyes, with the harsh tone, with the soft blush, and with the look of fearā¦ fear of Izuku rejecting him. In that moment it was then Midoriya Izuku knew the tables had turned and he held all the power to completely annihilate Bakugou Katsuki. His childhood bully, his childhood friend, and the love of his life.
Izuku smiled widely, āI would love to.ā
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