#bkdk drabble

[partimetoxic]

There’s an emptiness that hollows within Katsuki’s heart on the nights he can’t sleep.

No matter what he does—play a game on his phone, watch youtube videos, listen to music, journal, he even tries to pleasure himself in the way everyone says feels good—that hollow, nothing persists.

It’s like his stomach is eating itself from the inside out, but he is certain he was not hungry. He tries to eat to see if the physical sensation of something in his stomach is enough to lull him to sleep right after, but here he was staring at the ceiling 6 hours later.

Katsuki wants to cry, but it’s like he is missing that switch that allows himself to feel something enough to make him tear up. He’s not frustrated, or angry, or excited, or anything. He just feels nothing.

Perhaps this was the residual effects of having his heart shredded during that day in The Coffin, finally catching up to him. Perhaps this was divine retribution subjecting him to a life of reliving the sensation of death for his audacity of conquering it.

Though the heart is really only responsible for pumping blood throughout his body, not his gnawing apathy.

The blame shifts to the brain.

Somewhere along the way, between graduation and realizing his Pro-Hero dreams, it’s harder for Katsuki’s brain to feel satisfied. The waves of life push and pull at his limbs, tumbling his body with no gentleness, and spitting him out to a monotonous routine.

Wake-up. Eat. Work. Shit. Almost die, again. Go home. Sleep. Then, repeat, because he has to. Because that’s how it is. You pick a path. You stick to it. You clench your jaw and suck it up, no matter how much he wants to scream at the frustration of feeling nothing.

Katsuki is sad all the time.

And he doesn’t intend to be, nor is there anything that really triggers him. It is like a persistent weight on his shoulders that he can’t seem to explain—a headache that travels from the left side to the divot between his ear and neck, a sore pang on his shoulders, a numb leg, stomach acid threatening to climb up to his mouth and make him gag.

It gets unbearable many, many days.

Sometimes, he sees something similar deep within Izuku’s eyes when they lay shoulder to shoulder on his duvet. When the night gets quiet, and they don’t feel like kissing, and just want to enjoy each other’s presence, Katsuki catches it between the crevices of Izuku’s beautiful smile.

That’s when Katsuki’s apathy breaks like a cloudburst punctuating a drought. And Katsuki gets choked up—feels it in his throat, feels it everywhere. And is reassured that he is human still.

He grieves, knowing that the person he loves more than life, carries sorrow so heavy and waning, and just as persistent as his sadness.

He wants to soothe it, so that Izuku could never feel the numbness that he feels. He wants to shield him from it, carry it for him, love it away for him.

And it angers him so much.

Frustration grips his childish little heart, knowing the reality that some problems simply just can’t be fixed with a sweet kiss, or a great fuck.

“I love you.” Katsuki means it the more intertwined their lives become. “Everything is better with you, you know that?” And it’s the truest fact Katsuki knows.

Izuku looks at him with amusement as they scoot closer together, “I love you too. I will always love you. Forever. Is that cringe?”

Katsuki feels lighter. He snorts as he pinches Izuku’s cheek “Nothing fucking cringe about it.”

Izuku’s replying laugh is a windchime swaying gently in the country breeze. The grass is green, the clouds are cotton, the creek flows so naturally.

Katsuki is still sad. The hollowness comes back on the nights he can’t sleep, but Izuku’s love is eager and a salve, and his love for Izuku is stubborn as hell.

Neither of them can love their sadness away completely, and maybe they don’t need to. Maybe love just makes it easier to carry it.

[edgyleans]

Quirkless!Izuku who has a Dynamight-themed keychain hanging off of his phone, a Dynamight-themed pop socket on the back that just partially covers a picture of Dynamight that can't be found anywhere online...

He wears Dynamight merch near-daily, the pieces are always too big for him as if they're not his own. He always has to scoop the sleeves of the hoodies or sweaters he wears up to use his hands, but it doesn't stop him from wearing the clothes.

To the average person, he just looks like an obsessed fanboy. He's known online as a stalker because he's always somewhere in Dynamight's vicinity. Paparazzi have caught him close to the hero's house before. He always seems to get lucky too, winning various giveaways and even having a few interactions with Dynamight online. Fans hated him.

One day, Dynamight finally attends a convention and of course, Izuku is spotted there with a VIP pass that includes a meet and greet.

People are obnoxiously rude to him, whispering about him in the queue for the meet and greet but it doesn't seem to phase him. One of the volunteers assisting with the meet and greet is clearly a Dynamight fan and recognises Izuku, they refuse to let him go into the room with him alone (though Dynamights security is there, so not really alone).

They're shocked to see Dynamight's attitude do a 180 when Izuku walks in. Dynamight actually approaches him, a cheesy smile on his face as he pulls him into a hug. They're ushered out by security before they can see anymore.

The story gets out, people accuse Izuku of using a quirk on Dynamight that forces him to be nice to him. He hadn't acted that way to any other fans, he'd just been as polite as he needed to be.

Dynamight's panel is suddenly cancelled and there's uproar. People are blaming Izuku, who conveniently hadn't been spotted in a while.

Then there's a tweet from Dynamight's official Twitter account, an account that's rarely used.

'Leave Izuku the fuck alone, never doing another con again for you ungrateful fucks bullying my HUSBAND. He doesn't even have a stupid quirk to quirk me with, idiots, but that's what makes him perfect. Fuck off.'

The post had pictures attached, of Izuku and Katsuki together at various points in their lives. The most notable one was recent, including a scar Katsuki had only received a month ago, it was a mirror selfie, Izuku standing in front of Katsuki with the phone partially blocking his face. Both of them were holding their hands out, showing off the rings on their fingers.

The tweet gets deleted an hour later, Dynamight's PR team were scrambling to cover it up but the damage was done. It was broadcast on the news within the hour, on the front page of various newspapers the next day.

[red-sneakers]

For the bkdk ask thingie, I'm thinking of various times katsuki blows up at something/someone and then izuku just like touching him(hand on his shoulder or something) and katsuki just deflating and causing everyone else immense confusion.

Bonus point if they're not dating (yet)

This little ficlet was fun to write! I hope you enjoy it. It's from Ashido Mina's POV. She calls him Kats because I said so.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” Kats drops the pan he was washing into the sink with a loud ‘clang’ and spins to face Todoroki, hair standing on end like the angry little Pomeranian he is. Mina sucks in her smile, relishing the drama from her perfect vantage point on the common room couch. If only she had some popcorn.

“I said,” Todoroki drawls and leans back against the kitchen island, stoic as always, “you can’t expect to rise in popularity polls if you don’t accept help fro—“

“After that, you pretentious-ass mutherfucker.” Kats looms over Todoroki, suddenly appearing much taller despite them being the same height. (Kats’s totally shorter than Todoroki without his stompy emo boots.)

Todoroki bends backward, his candy-cane hair tickling the countertop behind him, probably avoiding the spittle forming at the corners of Kats’s feral grin. Poor guy. He tries so hard, but he can never predict what is and isn’t going to set off blasty boy’s explosive temper, not like the Bakusquad can. That, or he riles Kats up on purpose and then plays innocent. In that case, Mina just might have to get to know Mr. Icy-Hot a little better.

“Say it again, I FUCKING dare you!” Kats’s palms spark. Oh, day-um. It’s been a while since he’s let his quirk go off outside of training and on the battlefield. Todoroki doesn’t look scared, but Mina’s a little scared for him. Or, at least, she fears for his beautiful, shiny hair which is in danger of being singed off at any moment.

“Kacchan . . .”

Midoriya emerges from a corner of the kitchen that had been hidden from Mina’s view, still in his All Might pajamas at 1:00 PM on a Saturday. What a bean. He sets his Bisexual Pride mug on the counter and places one hand on Kats’s lower back. Kats stiffens. Mina holds her breath. 

“I know how it sounded, but Shouto didn’t mean it like that.” Midoriya soothes his hand up Kats’s spine, and he straightens up, allowing Todoroki the room he needs to side-step out of the spit-zone. 

“I have errands to attend to, so if you don’t mind—“

“You’re on thin fucking ice, half n’ half,” Kats pokes Todoroki in the center of his chest, “so don’t try and act buddy-buddy the next time we—“

Midoriya squeezes the back of Kats’s neck, and Mina swears to god, he goes limp as a dish towel. And is that a blush on Blasty’s cheeks? What is going on?

“W-we . . .” Kats stutters. Stutters. “Th-the next time we have a team-up mission.”

Todoroki scoops up his bowl of cold soba and strolls away like nothing happened. An oblivious cinnamon roll or an evil mastermind. Either way, bless him.

Mina peeks over the back of the couch at Kats and Midoriya as Todoroki leaves the common room. Suddenly the spying she’s doing feels a lot more like, well, spying. There’s something different about the two 'problem students' alone together, especially Kats. His posture’s more relaxed, but even from across the room, Mina can see nervousness in his eyes.

Midoriya gives the back of Kats’s neck one more squeeze and his shoulder a firm rub before picking up his mug and making his way out of the kitchen. Kats watches him leave, and yes that is definitely, absolutely, 100% blush on his cheeks. No way!

Mina hugs a throw pillow. During first year, she’d posed a crack theory to the Bakusquad (minus Kats) that Blasty’s asshole behavior towards Midoriya was all just gay panic. She’d gotten shut down then, but could it be? She’d been right all along?

Kats delicately traces his nape where Midoriya’s fingers had been. And then he heaves a giant, lovestruck, deliciously pathetic sigh and crumples all the way to the floor where Mina can no longer see him. 

There’s no other explanation. There can be no denying it. Bakugou Katsuki has a big, fatty crush on his childhood friend-turned-rival, Midoriya Izuku. Mina bites her fist to avoid shrieking with delight. She knew there was more to the volatile chemistry between those two! Kiri and Denks are gonna get the ‘I told you so!’ of their lives. All Hail the Alien Queen!

Something thunks. Probably Kats’s head on a cupboard. Mina takes the opportunity to high-tail it out of the common room before Kats can stand up and see her. If he knew he’d been caught simping in HD, who knows what would become of Mina’s luscious curls without Midoriya to defuse Blasty’s explosions?

Once safe in the stairwell, Mina whips out her phone and furiously creates a new group chat: 

'Operation: Bother Blasty in front of Broccoli and watch Blasty simp for BroccoliJUST TRUST ME YOU HOES <3'

[howdytoad]

Bkdk drabble

It was these quiet moments that he lived for, after the snarky remarks, heated touches and whispered nothings. When the body glow receded and they simply had each other. The outside world didn't exist. There was naught but him and Katsuki, the only beings in existence. Izuku has his laid upon the blonde's chest, simply enjoying the sound and feel of his heartbeat against his cheek. He hums in satisfaction at the confirmation that they're here, that they have each other, despite it all.

The blonde looks at him with uncharacteristically soft eyes.

"What are you thinking about, Deku?" He asks in a soft voice, barely whispered into the quiet of the early morning. Izuku sighs as he feels the rumble of his baritone voice in his bones. He threads his fingers through rough hands, much like his own, and looks up to the sharp featured face he knows oh so well but sees so tragically little of.

"Just this..." Izuku says, lifting their threaded hands for emphasis.

"Us." He says again looking into the bright burning embers he feels like could burn up his very being if he looks too long.

He'll gladly burn.

He hates that they're relegated to secret rendezvous, only capable of showing his love in the quiet hours, when no prying eyes can look upon their forbidden coupling.

Katsuki feels his own heart fall. It killed him to that they couldn't live free in the sunlight.

For a day when they can join their clans, and none would be able to stop them. The day when they can end the battles, the wars, the suffering.

Izuku feels his heartbreak like he does every time they meet, and he witnesses the sun breakup the inky horizon of the night.

Both of them reluctantly untangle their limbs and help each other redress. Izuku can tell that Katsuki is just as heartbroken as he is at their impending separation.

When his love is distracted mourning the sun's arrival, he runs up and kisses his check.

"When the moon flees her sister's company, you'll find me here again." Izuku says, setting the plans for their next clandestine meeting.

"Until then, Deku." The blonde says, returning the kiss before parting.

That kept them going. That one day they could be together, live together, share their lives unafraid.

But until then.

[comradekiwi]

bkdk ficlet inspired by this gif!

Katsuki had never understood the big deal with small animals. They were just normal furry shits scaled down— how did they warrant those odd squeaky noises from every girl in the vicinity?

But, as usual, Deku had a way of making Katsuki reevaluate everything he thinks he knows about himself. Because if small animals remind people of Izuku, then… he kind-of gets it.

Unfortunately, he maybe, sort-of, really truly gets it.

Deku’s suit had seen many design adjustments, some subtle, some drastic enough to denote different eras. Most notably (at least to Katsuki, and a truckload of creeps on the internet), his brief stint with a Miruko-inspired summer costume, which had the public and most members of their own fucking agency in a sun-hot daze until their agent but their foot down and had it changed. Deku’s designers played with shaping cuts, fabrics, practicality— but they were incredibly talented, and never lost sight of the essence of Izuku’s original style.

Namely, those godforsaken fucking bunny ears. Currently flopping all over the place, cut into an oversized hood, and trying the very last threads of Katsuki’s already tumultuous supply of restraint.

He looked like a goddamn bunny rabbit. Katsuki was going insane.

It didn’t help that Izuku was years into hero work, now, and had grown with the ear flaps, sought comfort in them like a child would their favourite blanket, subconsciously safe in the familiarity.

Meaning 21-year-old Deku, off patrol and caught embarrassed or shy and still in his hero suit, blushed and hid his face under his big hood, and subsequently his bunny ears, much to the delight of onlookers. It was something of a game in their hero agency to provoke Izuku into it.

It also didn’t help that Izuku had given up insisting the flaps were All Might’s hair, and had long since leaned into the green rabbit angle, so now most of his merch had some depiction of the creature, and so did half the promotional material their agent roped him into.

(The moment he turned 21, they got him to do Playboy. Katsuki was furious, and then…. significantly less furious, later, when the photos came back. He did not have a good explanation for either reaction, at least not one he would ever be willing to admit.)

Something about the soft, thick, loose fabric of Izuku’s bunny hood hanging over his head, edges of curls and a freckled blush peeking out from the hem, made Katsuki’s hands itch. His teeth ached.

So he couldn’t help it, how he tugged on an ear like it were a braided pigtail, how he ducked down to keep eye contact with Izuku when he tugged valiantly at his hood for red-tinged cover.

Maybe Katsuki liked how these things made Izuku blush harder. Maybe the action soothed some of the ache, a balm on his palms and fingers.

But numbing treatments are always short-lived. Katsuki can practically feel fangs growing in his mouth, and knows it’s only a matter of time.

Which is how they ended up here, Izuku hiccuping whines in his lap, Katsuki’s mattress sinking under their combined weight as Izuku’s legs twitch around his waist.

Katsuki’s fingers dig into the subtle dip in Izuku’s sides, a fathomless itch scratched, press in hard so Izuku will see and remember later. Dipping purple paint into the slope of Izuku’s silhouette, handholds for future Katsuki, just beneath the hem of a t-shirt for Katsuki to slip his fingers under and press at if he wants to, just to feel the marks pulse. As he is now, hands slipped through the unzipped front of Izuku’s suit, cupping his solid, lean waist as Katsuki kisses him like they have all the time in the world.

Like they’ve been doing this for an eternity. Like Izuku isn’t squirming and breathless and whining in his lap, begging for more with words he cannot find in his kissdrunk state. Poor nerd.

Finally getting everything he wants from his Kacchan and all at once too overwhelmed to say anything about it. So Katsuki revels in it, kisses him slow, languid, savouring every bite into Izuku’s mouth until Deku calms down and learns to take what he is given.

It was the goddamn bunny hood that made him snap, go figure, but Izuku had been blushing at something he said and had decided to tug his hood down over his head with the dangly ear flaps in his fists like some kind of — anyway. Katsuki was only human.

So he’d crumpled both ears in one hand and lifted them high above Izuku’s face, not enough to choke him but enough to give him the appearance of a startled caught rabbit, eyes wide and ears straight up and wrinkling in Katsuki’s fist, the tips hanging over his knuckles.

Katsuki had looked Izuku in the eyes and told him, quite plainly, exactly what he planned to do to him if he followed him quietly back to his apartment. Izuku had gone a delicious, delirious red and nodded so quickly Katsuki might’ve worried for his neck, if he wasn’t busy basking in the triumphant pleasure of a complete and absolute win.

Izuku asked if he should change out of his suit before going. Katsuki threatened abject violence if he even thought about it.

link to twitter thread

[panpanicatmha]

ask game -

it's pyjama day at ua. bkdk show up wearing the same subtly nerdy all might pyjamas. all might forces them to take a picture together at the end of the day, eventually becoming both of their lockscreens

OOOOOOOOO, interesting interesting

Pajama day for Class 1-A isn't anything unusual. After all, they see each other in the dorms wearing pajamas all the time. So, as per Mina's suggestion, they all show up to school in pajama day in hero-inspired pajamas.

Todoroki misunderstood the instructions and showed up to class wearing the Shoto pajamas that had come out earlier that summer. Kaminari showed up in Present Mic-inspired pajamas, even going as far as styling his hair similarly and poorly drawing on a mustache. Kirishima, naturally, showed up in Crimson Riot pajamas, giving everyone in class a Crimson Riot sticker. Where did he get them from (seeing as they're not official Crimson Riot merchandise)? Why does he have so many? How did they all fit in his pockets? Nobody knows. Shinso unknowingly matched with Kaminari in a way, showing up to class in Eraserhead-themed pajamas (a black turtleneck pajama and black sweatpants) and the dorm coffee kettle. When Katsuki walked into class, there was a collective sigh of defeat. Mina scolds him for not wearing a hero-inspired pajama, to which Katsuki responds with a "fuck off, Pinky." His pajama was one the class has seen every now and then: a black sleeveless tank top with striped pants, colored black, white, yellow, red, and blue. "Good morning everyone!" Everyone recognizes the voice instantly, heads snapping towards the door, wondering how far Izuku went with the-- The class collectively blinks twice. Izuku was wearing...Katsuki's pajama? "Deku-kun," Uraraka starts, breaking the silence. "Didn't you get the message in the group chat?" Izuku blinks twice, clearly confused. "Uh, yeah, I think so. It was about pajama day, right?" he asks, pulling out his phone. "Guys, I have a great idea. For pajama day tomorrow, how bout we all wear hero-inspired pajamas?" He glances up from his phone. "And then there's a bunch of people agreeing. Did I miss something?" Mina frowns. Izuku didn't miss anything in the group chat. "No, you didn't," Uraraka says. "I guess we're all just surprised that you didn't wear something that...stands out more." "Oh!" Izuku's eyes light up the way they usually do when he's about to talk about heroes. "This is official All Might merchandise, actually! It came out as a limited edition set last summer. There were only 25,000 of these sold in Japan. I almost wasn't able to get them!" Mina's eyes widen and snap towards Katsuki, whose face was glued to his phone, ears sporting a bright crimson flush. "Blasty! I didn't know you were such an All Might fanboy like Mido," she teases, wiggling her eyebrows when he makes eye contact with her. "You have it too, Kacchan?!" Izuku exclaims, rushing over towards him. "That's so cool, we're matching!" Katsuki doesn't meet Izuku's eyes for long. "Yeah, I guess," he mumbles out, fingers absently tapping at his desk. Before Izuku could say anything else, Aizawa walks into class and they all take their seats. Mina doesn't miss the way Katsuki's ears and neck remain a rosy hue for the rest of class, while Izuku keeps glancing over from the chalkboard to Katsuki's back, a soft, fond smile on his face.

----

When All Might shows up at the dorms to join the class for dinner (an almost weekly occurrence for the class), he asks to take pictures of everyone in their hero-inspired attire. Once he notices Izuku and Katsuki's unplanned coordination of outfits, he insists that they take a photo together (despite Izuku's flustered "there's no need!" and Katsuki's grumbles of "no fucking way" and "die"). Once All Might is about to leave, Izuku quietly approaches him and mumbles something to him. All Might smiles and nods, giving him a thumbs up. After All Might has started down the path to the faculty living quarters, he hears his name being called out. To his surprise, he finds Katsuki, whose hands are shoved deep into his pockets, shifting nervously back and forth. "How can I help you, young Bakugo?" he asks. After a moment of silence, Katsuki mumbles out his request. For a moment, it takes All Might by surprise, but he quickly flashes a grin and another thumbs up. "I'll be sure to have that sent to you tonight." Katsuki mutters out a "thank you" before hurrying back to the dorms. Ah, All Might muses. Young love.

----

That night, Izuku and Katsuki go to bed with new phone lockscreens, a warm fluttering filling both their chests as they drift off into sleep.

[munchcorner]

Bakugou always refuses sexy shoots because he believes that the only person who can see him naked is Midoriya. But it all changed when Midoriya gawked at a sexy hero magazine.

"So, how long do you plan on staring at that magazine?" Bakugou asks. Midoriya turns to him, flushed, "i-I..."

"Oh, don't deny that you're staring," Bakugou rolls his eyes. He stares at the magazine as if he is ready to burn it.

Midoriya sighs, "you still have a better body," he says, then pulls Bakugou away.

Bakugou rolls his eyes and mumbles something Midoriya can't hear.

After that incident, Bakugou accepts all the sexy photoshoots he's offered without telling Midoriya. Once his shoots were done and released, he asked Midoriya to go on a date. He took Midoriya to where his billboard was and was satisfied when Midoriya choked on his boba after seeing the billboard.

"I look pretty hot, right?" Bakugou says with a proud smirk.

Midoriya was coughing beside him. He wanted to say so many things, but he had to calm himself first before doing so.

"Since when did you start accepting sexy concepts?" Midoriya asks, "I thought you didn't like them?"

Bakugou scoffs and flicks Midoriya's forehead, "I didn't accept them because I thought you were the only one who deserved to look at my body, but you were gawking at that hero magazine so much you were almost drooling,"

"So you accepted a sexy billboard because you were jealous and competitive?!" Midoriya asked in disbelief. Bakugou furrows his brows, "you should've known I'd do something like this,"

Midoriya sighs and massages his temples, "I want to tell you to reject all the upcoming sexy photoshoots you have, but I feel so proud that people can see how beautiful you are. I'm so torn,"

Bakugou grits his teeth. He wraps his arms around Midoriya's shoulder and ruffles his hair, "you're supposed to tell me to stop accepting the photoshoots."

Midoriya laughs, "but you look so good. All my fatigue will fade if I see that billboard while on patrol." he says, making Bakugou give up.

"Fine. I'll make sure you'll see my sexy body everywhere you go," Bakugou says, then holds Midoriya's hand and pulls him away to continue their date.

[izkaya]

fuwa-fuwa. (kid!bkdk)

A first kiss is an awfully important thing.

At least, that’s what Izuku Midoriya’s always been raised to hear. First kisses were meant to be given to the people that you loved. They were meant to be something you measure, give away at your discretion with very heavy importance. They say your first kiss is something that should be remembered for the rest of your life.

“Pah!” the blonde boy next to Izuku exclaims with indignation and a fair amount of self-importance for any four year old to possess. “That’s wrong! My momma says that kisses can be just for the people you like.”

“But Kacchan… isn’t that the same thing?” the other boy wonders aloud.

“No, you idiot.” Katsuki grumbles. “You can only love a few people in the world! ‘Like’ is one step below that. I love my dad, but I only like my mom.”

“Oh...” Deku says, plain and simple. “So then you can give your first kiss to anyone you like?”

The boy sitting beside him under the large apple tree behind their school nods. “I think it’s stupid that all the other kids keep worryin’ ‘bout it. What’s so special about squishin’ your faces together? It looks gross, so maybe that’s why you should only give it to someone you think deserves it.”

For a moment, both of them are quiet. The fresh spring air runs its windy fingers through Deku’s wild curls, and they settle their backs into the rough bark of the tree. Parents and their kids meander on the soft grass beneath their feet as school ends for the week. A dragonfly lands on Katsuki’s bright blue backpack while the boy in question looks at the sunset in the distance.

“Well…” the freckled boy begins. “Kacchan’s the best, so I think I’ll give Kacchan my first kiss.”

The other boy splutters. “Huh?! Why?! Did ya not hear anythin’ I just said?”

“I did! You said that Aunt Miichan said to give it to people you like, an’ I like you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my best friend!”

Katsuki growls and pushes Deku’s face away from him, all bark and no bite. He flushes a very pretty red and ignores the weird fluttery feeling in his belly. “Stupid Deku! That’s not how it works!”

“Eh?” Deku exclaims, still trying to scoot over to the blond boy. Small, warm, and freckled hands make their way to pull at his shirt. “But Kacchan deserves it! I like and love Kacchan!”

“Yeah, but not like that, moron!”

Izuku halts, pulling his hands back and returning to his seated position from earlier on the grass in front of his friend. A small part of Katsuki’s brain misses the way his fingers gently brush against his hair, but he quickly tamps it down. “Does Kacchan not want to kiss me..?”

Green eyes begin to water and stupid, little Deku looks away with a small pout. The little boy stands up, and Katsuki’s heart makes those weird thump-thump-thump noises that only ever happen when the green-haired boy does something stupid. He vaguely recalls his dad describing the sensation as fuwa-fuwa, especially whenever his mom presses gross lovey-dovey smooches to his stubbly cheek.

Yeah, Deku made him feel pretty damn fuwa-fuwa.

“N-no…” he stutters out, eventually. “Stupid nerd! It’s not like kissing is hard or anything!”

The damn crybaby’s face instantly lights up. “So Kacchan kiss?”

Katsuki is stubborn. He’s a hard-headed little toddler, and more than a handful for both of his parents. It hasn’t been that long since he started school either, but teachers have already told him plenty of times that he has quite the mouth and ego on him. Still, that iron-resolve crumbles in the face of watery, bright green eyes.

He grumbles, brushing grass off of his light blue shorts to also stand up because like hell was he ever going to be looking up to that annoying idiot. “Fine… Just don’t--oomf!”

A quick and sudden weight presses down on his lips mid-sentence, a small chu! and child-like screeches pealing off into the cool wind of spring. Katsuki blinks once, twice, before registering the bashful but mischievous way Deku giggles at him with his hands behind his back innocently. That was…

That was Katsuki’s first kiss! And he didn’t even initiate it!

Not one to be outdone, he grabs the strap of Izuku’s overalls and pulls him closer, planting a loud smack of his lips against the boy’s freckled cheek. By the time he was pulling away, Katsuki had realized what he’d done and scrambled back with a stifled “eep!” and flushed cheeks. He puts a hand over his mouth and glares at Deku.

The other boy has a hand pressed to his cheek and a wide-eyed stare aimed right at Katsuki’s red ones. He snorts once, before breaking into a bout of giggles, squeaking laughter shaking something loose and new in the blond boy’s little rugrat heart. Unable to control the feeling that creeps up in his chest (damn Katsuki’s papa and that stupid fuwa-fuwa!)--he brings Deku into a headlock and playfully wrestles him as they soak in the light of their happy childhoods.

“Dumb Deku! That’s why you have to warn people first!”

Little Kacchan didn’t have to say it--but they both knew that out of everyone, Deku was the only one who deserved to have his first kiss too.