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CHWHWN: 04. December - "finger massage"

Kacchan: what the fuck Deku: What is it? Kacchan: What is this supposed to be?? *image attached* Deku: A massage. Of your fingers. By me. Kacchan: YOU want to MASSAGE my FINGERS. are you nuts that's creepy af don't you think Deku: uhm no Otherwise I wouldn't have offered Kacchan: How tf is this supposed to go? Deku: I'll come to your room bring some massage oil i'll probably ask you if you want to sit or lie down maybe also if you want to close your eyes Could bring some music. My mediation playlist is quite nice We wouldn't have to speak I come, we do it, I leave simple. Kacchan: you're serious Deku: Of course I am! Kacchan: ... WHY would you even do that? Deku: I saw you massaging your palms yesterday after our practice fight. With your thumb. I had a hand massage once. And it was amazing But I get it, seems out of the blue. Anyway, I'd be glad to show you how it feels like. If you want. Kacchan: You are no doubt the purest form of a comically unpleasant creature Deku: You don't have to, Kacchan. Nobody is forcing you. Kacchan: Nobody could make me do shit, asshole. Be with me in 30m Deku: 30? What else are you doing? Kacchan: Taking a fucking shower, creep Deku: סּ_סּ its itsjustyourhands Kacchan: what Deku: You don't have to shower your whole body for that!!!! Kacchan: I TAKE A SHOWER CAUSE I WENT TO THE GYM U FUCKTARD Deku: oh ok. never mind then.   Kacchan: ✖

NEVER MIND THE FACT THAT KACCHAN WOULD BE THERE - FRESHLY SHOWERED - SMELLING LIKE HEAVEN AND SWEET DEATH SHOULD IZUKU MAKE THE SMALLEST MISTAKE. NEVER MIND. NEVER MIND.

Izuku had never been so out of his MIND and at the same time he had never had so much on his MIND. He would touch him. They would sit opposite each other. Kacchan would watch him. He would hear him breathe. They would be silent. Izuku started to regret the offer. Everything would be better if he could just talk. But he had offered to be silent.

…

However, there would be less chance of him talking nonsense if he kept quiet.

But the tension. Izuku was still two floors down and yet the tension was almost killing him. What would it be like if they sat less than half a meter apart? Both on … the bed? Or Kacchan on the bed and him, because he wasn't allowed to touch the bed, in front of it? On the floor between Kacchan's thighs?

"Daaaamn," he cursed, slapped his hands painfully on his cheeks and jumped up from the bed. "I'm screwed. I-" he looked at his cell phone. Should he ...give up? Should he just pull his neck out of the noose, abort the mission, go to sleep, and pretend he would not bite himself in the ass for the next 100 years if he let the chance to touch Kacchan's hands pass without the risk of being burned to ashes...? There were barely 20 minutes left. His eyes darted to his bathroom. He could take a shower as well. Smell good, … make an impression. Not as the shitty nerd. But as Izuku, who could keep quiet, smelled clean and did good deeds. Maybe… if he could convince Kacchan just a tiny bit that he could make him feel good… maybe he could do more, like… but he couldn't finish the thought, his skin felt like it was melting off his face, good lord. And well, he was sweating. 18 minutes. He would even manage to blow dry his hair in that time.

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CHWHWN: 03. December - "useless fact"

Kacchan: *image attached* impress me Deku: Interested in a particular area? or topic? thing? Kacchan: Bold to assume I would be interested in something useless at all Deku: but! ╰(°ㅂ°)╯ sometimes things you thought were useless turn out to be quite useful Kacchan: uh huh Deku: You remember that rice-cooker thingy? The one that goes in the microwave? Kacchan: no Deku: Everyone and their mama laughed at me. But fact is! I'm the only one in the dorm who can cook perfect rice in 13min Without actually cooking! Kacchan: ... was that the useless fact? Deku: carrots were once purple Kacchan: ..eew Deku: Imagine a soup with purple carrots (° -°） ︵ ┻━┻ Kacchan: no thanks Deku: AWARD UNLOCKED: YOU USED ⋆*✩>>T H A N K S<<✩*⋆ FOR THE FIRST TIME!!! Kacchan: fuck you deku Deku: AWARD UNLOCKED: YOU USED ⋆*✩>>F U C K<<✩*⋆ FOR THE 10000th TIME!!! ok sorry. want another one? Kacchan: no

Deku: Dr. Seuss invented the word nerd in 1950. It meant comically unpleasant creature Kachan: actually laughed at that Deku: (´◡`) Kacchan: yea, good one enough for today G'night comic ugly thing Deku: lol Night, Kacchan ♥

For a split second, Izuku saw three dots, Kacchan was still writing something - but then that was it and the chat went silent.

Nevertheless, Izuku lay on the bed, heart pounding, cell phone still in his hand and the chat open. That was what he wanted. Contact, he thought with a small smile. In the last three days, he had chatted more with Kacchan than in the whole last month. It felt new and good. But most of all, right.

He had made him laugh. He rubbed his face deep into his pillow at the thought. Even in front of the posters, he was a little embarrassed by his bashful grin. He'd given anything to hear that. Was Kacchan already in bed? It was late, after eight, which was a pretty good indication.

It meant that he was in bed chatting with Izuku.

The thought of Kacchan chuckling in the dim light of his bedside lamp prevented his ribs from taking another breath, as if huge hands were wrapped around his chest and squeezing him. It felt like longing. Melancholy and a little bit of greed. To finally see Kacchan laugh again because of something he had said or done… a real laugh, … and not the spiteful cackle. A real, honest laugh. He wanted that. And more. All of it.

Izuku blinked down at his cell phone. He re-read the chat with forced calm, the evidence that they had kept in touch for three days without interruption. That was more than a beginning.

Piece by piece, but with composure.

There was no guarantee that he would be able to make him laugh in the next few days - who knew what Kacchan would draw tomorrow? What if it was the hug?

"Please, please let it be something harmless," his muttering died away in his pillow, "I need a little more time, just a few more days."

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CHWHWN: 02. December - "fight"

Kacchan: meet me in 10 by the lockers Deku: The lockers? Kacchan: *image attached* Deku: Ufffff Kacchan: save that breath don't make me wait bring water Deku: demanding~ ಠ_ಠ Kacchan: stfu and hurry up

Kacchan hasn't written to him yet... was yesterday such a disaster that everything was ruined?

Maybe it's the weekend. Maybe even the weather? It was snowing and freezing cold and Izuku just knew that the day was crappy for Kacchan. In the past, subzero temperatures were enough to set one of the training mats on fire out of frustration and the stress of controlling his quirk in such adverse conditions...

Maybe it's just the calendar and the fact that yesterday's joke was more misplaced than funny. If he didn't open another note… and then, his cell phone beeps. And there it was again - PING - the relief.

It was Kacchan. And apparently he was in a big hurry to blow off the steam that had built up during the day. It was almost impossible to get dressed and be at the lockers in 10 minutes, but after two short replies he threw his cell phone into his bag in a high arc, tore off his shirt to replace it with a worn old one from GangOrka, stumbled out of his shorts into his gym shorts, and stuffed his sneakers into his bag. He didn't have any water with him. But that was okay. He was already three minutes late. And he'd rather be without water than five minutes late.

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CHWHWN: 11. December " ? "

It was shortly before eight. Nothing had happened all day. No message, no peep from Kacchan. The weekend was over, school went on… but today… for the first time there was a sudden stop in communication, all progress, everything.

Was today the day where it ends? The thought felt bad. Izuku had had bad feelings often and long enough, his tolerance was practically non-existent. He didn't want to feel bad. He would rather pull the splinter out now than suffer for a long time. So he goes upstairs. And … knocks. On Kacchan's door. To his surprise, the door opens shortly after he knocks, and he almost misses his cue to grin. "What - Deku?" "H-hey." "You okay?" You …. what …. ? Badum badum. What a question!? In the silence of the hallway, surrounded by nothing but darkness, aside from the light flooding out of Kacchan's room from behind him, this question echoed inside him. "I… I was worried," he got right to the point, clenching his fingers. "Not unusual." Would Kacchan invite him in? Would he let himself be invited in? He had not prepared any topics to talk about! And today, there would be talk, right? Could he- "Is that what this is about?" Before he could reply, Kacchan had reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. Izukuh blinked open-mouthed at the note, then up into neutral red eyes. Kacchan watched him. "Yes." "I read it." "OH, o-okay," his sweaty fingers found their way into his sweater pocket and began to wrestle with each other, "But you don't want to get what it says." Otherwise, he would have told him what it said sometime today. Kacchan had read it, but hat ultimately decided, to not pursue this calendar stunt any longer. In the next room, Kaminari roared, then something banged against the door. He and Kirishima were probably playing Gamecube. Kacchan still looked at him, but the hallway was too dark for him to focus on anything else. Instead, he lowered his eyes and took a small step back. "It's okay - it… I wasn't really thinking about all that when I gave it to you. Somehow, in some small part, I even expected you to reject it. The whole calendar," he shrugged, "But the week was fun." Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Kacchan's hand, the one holding the note, slipping back into a deep, soft pocket, then Katsuki leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, waiting. When Izuku realized that Kacchan was waiting - WAITING - for him to finish his thoughts, he began to spiral miserably. Why would he wait for Izuku do start his ramble? WHY didn't he just go in? Why so modest? Why so nice - why not throw the door shut and leave Izuku standing there like always? His tongue moved, producing speech, words, although he couldn't even say what he was thinking! "And um, it was fun, wasn't it?" he stammered, not knowing what else to say, "I don't mean the joke, but… us? That we can chat so much? And - and, uh, how are your hands? I haven't even asked if you liked it? The massa-" "If I hadn't liked it, I would have thrown you off the balcony," was the simple answer and Izuku fell more in love than ever with the soft scratching of Kacchan's voice in the silence of the hallway, "before you could have fled like a hen in roosterseason." His heart acted as if he had loaded it with too much Black Whip and now had to suffer the consequences. His mouth did what it wanted, his feet stayed still even though he was screaming at himself to get back. And his hands? A moist clump in his sweater. He resembled the incarnation of a teenager who had spent weeks working up the courage to confess. Damn it. Izuku had to leave. Right now. "Sorry." His back arched out of sheer habit and he bowed to his childhood friend before he knew what he was doing. What the flip. He had probably reached the top of the creepy&awkward scale. "Deku what the fuck," the words were accompanied by a breezy laugh, and he jerked his head up to see what Kacchan looked like. (Apart from gorgeous)

He watched him with a shake of his head and uncrossed his arms to tap his pocket with the note. "I didn't say I didn't want it." Omgomgomgomg- "But I don't need it right now." "What is it?" Izuku blurted out, holding his breath as if his life depended on this answer. Partly, it did. "My secret for now." Izuku couldn't breathe. Katsuki was so … so soft. So normal and human and neutral plus borderline amused…! "Okay," he choked, remembering that it was okay to breathe, "Does that mean," he gestured stupidly with his hand knot in his pocket towards Kacchan's room, "that you'll - we will continue tomorrow?" "Sure."' "Wha- o-okay!!?" If emotions were visible, a monstrous wave of relief would have risen up the stairs, washed over Izuku and maybe dragged him down again if he was lucky. But that wasn't the case and he had to walk alone. Upright, with dignity. "Okay," he repeated, taking a breath, and then a much too wide, probably much too ugly grin crept onto his face. But he was able to free his hands, so he covered his mouth with one and waved goodbye with the other before turning on his heel and making no secret of the fact that he was fleeing again. He was terribly excited, but damn it, he had just made a fool of himself! He peeked back over his shoulder and found Kacchan still standing in the doorway, casually waving back at him. His heart stopped at the same time as one of his feet, and Kacchan was the last thing he saw before he crashed loudly down the dorm stairs.

[mudhamster]

CHWHWN: THE CALENDAR

01.12: a tissue 02.12: (trainings) fight 03.12: useless fact 04.12: finger massage 05.12: shine your shoes 06.12: movie night 07.12: handshake 08.12: last word 09.12: something spicy 10.12: joke 11.12: ? 12.12: ??? 13.12: quirk analysis 14.12: carry your shopping bags 15.12: a meal 16.12: consolation 17.12: something sweet 18.12: compliment 19.12: a wish 20.12: a hug 21.12: victory 22.12: ?? 23.12: hot chocolate + JOKER Advice An ear 24.12: {?} {may only be opened once all other 23 slips have been drawn and used}

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30. November Izuku stares at the small jar between his sweaty hands. It was filled with twenty-four small, rolled up pieces of paper. A cal

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CHWHWN: 07. December - "handshake"

Kacchan: Omg you are such a looser gahahah Deku: Why? What did you get? Kacchan: *image attached* What is this even?  Deku: A smiley face? What else would it be? Kacchan: Pathetic Get over here asap I'll give you a handshake for the ugliest doodle of the century hahah Deku: No need to be mean..! (ಥ﹏ಥ) Kacchan: Being mean is my core strength. Deku: Do it better then. Kacchan: Huh? Deku: Draw a better smiley face. And then we ask the class who can do it better - And then the winner shakes the loser's hand.  Kacchan: Bet, LOSER

Izuku strolled into the classroom and his eyes immediately fell on Katsuki, who was sitting at his desk, hunched over, the tip of his tongue in the corner of his mouth, scribbling furiously. Trying not to draw attention to himself, Izuku sneaked over to his own desk, put his backpack on his chair and stopped himself from risking a glance to the front. Next to enter the room was Eijirou, sleepy and cheerful, giving everyone his typical pat on the back, throwing his bag on his desk and sauntering over to Kacchan. "Morning, bro. Don't tell me you didn't finish your homework?" "Shut up," was the simple reply, and Kirishima interrupted his hearty yawn to stare at him in surprise. Meanwhile, Izuku loaded his desk with books and his pencil case. "What are you doing?" "What does it look like?" Kacchan continued to scribble for a moment and then lifted his paper so that Kirishima could have a look at it. From his perspective, Izuku couldn't see the result yet, but he could clearly see Kirishima's face scrunching up in an effort not to snort. "That's…" he looked at Izuku of all people for help, but he was no help at all, "... lovely. Is it a flower?" The sheet was torn from Katsuki's grasp and Denki held it up to the light. "I think it's a sun." Hanta stepped up beside him and looked up at the paper, then down at Kacchan, who slumped back into his chair. "It's an angry smiley face," he explained matter-of-factly. Denki lowered the paper with wide eyes and exchanged a doubtful look with Sero. "Obviously," he nodded and gave Katsuki a thumbs up, the corners of his mouth quivering with suppressed laughter. "Better than this, right?" Izuku recognized the small note, or what was left of it. Kacchan had apparently cut off the part with the writing and slid the small rest with the microsmile across his table. His three friends leaned over the tiny piece and seemed even more confused by it than by the fact that Katsuki was drawing sun-like smiley faces. "Dude, what the hell?" Denki laughed and tried to grab the little green snippet, but Kacchan had carelessly blown it off the table. "Defeated, Deku," he announced with the confidence of a professional and turned to Izuku with an outstretched hand. Izuku raised his eyebrows curiously at the paper in Denki's hands before he shrugged, "I haven't seen yours yet." "You don't have to," Kacchan gestured to his friends with a nod of his head, "they've already decided." And suddenly, he snatched Izuku's right hand, which had been lying innocently on the table next to his pencil case, and shook it violently. "Always a pleasure to compete against you, loser." "But-" Well, his objection was lost in a small explosion and a surprised cry as Kacchan, without a care in the world, set fire to the paper still in Denki's fingers.

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CHWHWN: 06. December - "movie night"

Deku: What is it today? Or didn't you check it? Kacchan: Working on my homework  Deku: Which one? Kacchan: English Deku: Shouto helped me earlier.  ... I could help you If you need help I could give you a tip Kacchan: *image attached* It's the middle of the week.  Deku: *image attached* It's not even seven yet. Kacchan: So what? Deku: I could help you with your English and we could watch a movie. Kacchan: You and me. Watch a movie.  In the middle of the week.  Just like that. Deku: Yeah.  Why not? Kacchan: Because it's not something we normally do Deku Don't you usually do this with your friends? Deku: Actually, on Fridays, a bunch of us get together in the common room and watch a movie.  Kacchan: What the fuck? Since when? Deku: For ages... (•‿•) Back in the beginning, you used to blow up all the popcorn for the night when we asked you to join us... Since then, no one has dared to ask you again. Kacchan: whatever. Get your ass over here if you're useful for English. Deku: What about the movie? Kacchan: I'll be there on Friday. Save me a good seat or i'll end you.

For half a minute, his heart jumped to frequencies beyond the range of human hearing. His mind spun with thoughts, scenarios and possible titles they could watch - until Kacchan brought him back down to earth. He should have said something when Kacchan told him that it's not something we normally do. That was what he wanted to do here. He wanted to establish something, break their outdated rules and build something new. To make it something ordinary to be alone together. This whole month he would focus on making sure they could spend time alone in a room without it getting weird.

Taking a deep breath, he leaned back in his chair and scanned his calendar. Almost a quarter of the planned time, 24 days, had already passed, … and Kacchan wasn't even ready to watch a movie with him alone. With others, yes. But that wasn't a big deal. They'd always managed that.

He took another breath, composed himself and put the phone down. At least Kacchan would be there on Friday and enjoy the movie night with everyone. He would make sure that Kacchan would sit next to him. In front of the couch, or even better, at one end. It would be THE THING if Kacchan joined them on Friday and he could already imagine how Kaminari or Kirishima would go out of their way to make sure that their buddy sat next to them. He didn't have a plan how to counteract that scene yet, but sitting next to Kacchan was definitely his earned right.

It was Izuku's idea.

His note, his suggestion and Kacchan's order to reserve a seat for him. Would it be too much ...to sit down on the couch in friday ...right after dinner? He could take his books to the table, pretend to study and maybe he could let Kacchan know earlier so that he could sit down WITHOUT it being such a sensation? That way, he would be less conspicuous when he was already sitting on the couch while everyone else was taking their seats for the movie.

Izuku sighed.

The most important thing was that they sat next to each other, somehow.

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CHWHWN: 05. December - "shine your shoes"

Kacchan: *image attached* I swear, you get creepier every day Deku: because I want to clean your shoes? Kacchan: That's just the tip of the iceberg Why are you doing this? Deku: Tomorrow is Saint Nicholas. And I have stuff: *image attached* Kacchan: thought the whole point is that it's supposed to be a surprise Deku: You HATE surprises! *Image deleted* Kacchan: YOU hate cleaning Deku: maaaaaaw just sometimes. depends, rly Just leave them by your room door Kacchan: my shoes?! Deku: yup bet your not the only one Kacchan: TF Shitty hairs shoes are also outside. Deku: I have a lot to share.. Kacchan: So its you? YOU do this every year? Deku: Yep. Kacchan: Really Deku: Yes (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ Kacchan: nerd gimme more of those peanutstuffed things this year Deku: haha alrighty!

Kacchan: they're outside.

Again, he waited a few more seconds, but the conversation seemed to be over. He turned onto his stomach and stared at his cell phone, then at his countless posters.

Sure, just wanting to shine someone's shoes was 'creepy' in its own way. But considering that Kacchan had avoided this tradition for the two years they had lived here in the dorms… some people had to be forced into their happiness.

His own shoes were already in front of the door. The question was: why, if he was the elf who stuffed sweets into his friends' shoes in the morning hours? The explanation was simple.

Nobody knew.

Except Kacchan. And him.

Sharing secrets with him was… something Izuku enjoyed more than he maybe should.

Dislike, rejection or whatever else existed, blossomed or built up between them, Izuku knew one thing in every situation of life: Kacchan could keep secrets.

His secrets.

No matter how big or small they seemed to be.

In return, he would give him a whole pack of the 'peanut stuffed things'. And a little more. Plus, there had to be some advantages to knowing the Elf of the House.