A short but sweet fic about buying popsicles on a hot summer day, and Katsuki somehow realizing that Izuku has a massive crush on him. Written for Twin Stars Week 2020.
Katsuki ambled along the sidewalk, sucking on the lemon flavored ice-pop he’d just bought at the convenience store and trying to keep the quickly melting, sticky mess from dripping down his arm, the hot afternoon sun beaming down on him.
“Ugh, its so fucking hot,” he complained.
“That’s why we got popsicles, right?” Izuku said, shuffling along behind him. Katsuki turned and glared back at the nerd, his lips exceptionally red from his own cherry-flavored pop, and Katsuki clicked his tongue, wondering why he’d been so goddamn quick to take the nerd up on his stupid suggestion.
“Yeah, but we should’ve just stayed in the dorms where there’s air conditioning,” he grumbled, turning back around and blaming the heat in his cheeks on the sun, too.
“But I thought you said it was annoying, watching everyone sit in front of the fan and mope around about the heat,” Izuku replied.
“Well, it’s worse outside!” Katsuki snapped, not sure why the damn nerd was so incessant about justifying their outing. It seemed to shut him up though, and Katsuki got back to peacefully kicking a rock along the sidewalk as they made their way slowly back towards the dorms. The peace didn’t last forever, though, as he heard a sniffle from behind him once the UA grounds came into view across the street.
“Oi, what the fuck is it now?” Katsuki asked, whipping around only to freeze when he saw a teary-eyed Izuku sucking miserably at his bright-red ice-pop. Izuku startled up, licking his lips nervously and looking away, but struggled for a few moments to make any words form on his cherry-stained lips.
“I’m sorry,” he eventually whispered. “I just wanted to spend time with you.”
“Hah?” Katsuki scrunched up his brow. “Hell do you mean? We spend lots of time together.”
“N-no, I mean like… alone,” Izuku admitted, feet shifting bashfully under him as the hand not holding his popsicle toyed with the hem of his shorts.
Katsuki grunted in confusion, looking from Izuku to his ice-pop and then back to the nervous nerd as everything started to click.
“Holy shit,” he blinked in surprise. “Was this supposed to be a date?”
“W-wha.,.? I – no! I mean, not really! I was just, I mean, um…” Izuku stuttered, cutting himself off with a helpless gulp.
“Deku,” Katsuki said, stepping closer and pressing into his space. Izuku’s lips trembled as his watery eyes shifted back up to meet Katsuki’s stern, questioning gaze. “Do you like me?”
“I–” Izuku opened his mouth, but the words were stuck in his throat. Eventually, he closed his gaping mouth and gulped, his breaths coming a little too fast. “Y-you don’t want me to answer that…” he whispered in his panic, and Katsuki ground his teeth together in frustration, reaching out to grab Izuku’s chin and tilt his head up with his free hand.
“Don’t tell me what I do or don’t want,” he said, overly aware of how close their faces were now, the red sheen of sticky cherry on Izuku’s wobbling lips a siren call it was taking everything in him to resist.
“I… I like you…” Izuku practically whimpered out, his own hand reaching up to gently hold Katsuki’s in place around his wrist, touch light but damp from the humid air. Katsuki breathed out and felt his own hot breath reflected back at himself from where it bounced off Izuku’s face, and he couldn’t stop himself anymore.
He leaned forward that extra inch it took to press their lips together, lemon and cherry mixing together in a sour-sweet cocktail that tasted so perfect as their tongues tentatively swirled against each other, sticky-wet lips mouthing over one another in a clumsy, messy first kiss. When they pulled apart, a string of spit connecting their lips for just a moment before it snapped, Izuku was panting and gulped to steady himself.
“You… you like me too?” he asked, almost sounding in a daze.
“I just fucking kissed you, didn’t I?” Katsuki retorted, and Izuku started to chuckle, stumbling forward to wrap both his arms around one of Katsuki’s, holding him close as they started to walk again.
“I guess that’s true,” he whispered happily.
“Don’t get too cocky, nerd. This was a shitty first date, you know,” Katsuki growled in reply, but made no attempt to push Izuku off as they continued on back towards the dorms.
“Sorry, Kacchan,” Izuku said, though he didn’t sound very sorry.
“Tch. Whatever. I’m gonna take you on a real first date next weekend to show you how it’s done,” Katsuki huffed.
“Really?” Izuku gasped, but then started to laugh. “I mean, of course. It’s just like you to turn this into some kind of competition,” he said, and for some reason it made Katsuki smile, the hot summer sun and sticky popsicle in his hand all but forgotten thanks the giggling nerd on his arm.
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