The Art of Listening

Chapter 5 - Party Tattoos

CONTENT WARNING: Attempted Rape/Non-Consensual Sexual Conduct

Izuku

Izuku was late to the game when it came to college parties. Seeing how he'd spent the first two years of his higher education at a community college, there weren't as many opportunities to go out. And considering how tame his friend group was - barring Ochako when she had a few drinks in her - there were few parties they had the desire to go to. Well. That, and it wasn't often that Izuku actually got invited out.

They'd just finished midterms, too. He needed to unwind after cramming to get all of his portfolio pieces in because as always, he'd procrastinated on getting them done until the last minute. So, when Katsuki begrudgingly told him that there was a house party in the neighborhood that he'd been invited to, Izuku had begged him to go.

"Not dressed like that, shitty nerd," Katsuki said, giving Izuku a quick once over.

He looked down at his own clothes. He was in sweats and a graphic tee. He didn't think he looked that bad, but apparently Katsuki thought differently.

"What's wrong with this? It's comfortable," he asked.

"You look like you're about to work out. How the fuck does that say you're going to a party, fuckin' Deku?"

The greenette could only shrug. He preferred comfort over fashion. "Uh? I'll be comfortable dancing?" he supplied.

Katsuki rolled his eyes before he pushed past Izuku. He watched as his roommate threw open his closet and started digging through. Izuku grabbed the few articles of clothing that Kacchan threw his way, looking at them with intrigue. Sure, these were all his clothes, but these were articles he never usually wore. Things that Ochako had gotten him for his birthday the year before and had tried on once to simply appease her.

"Are all the shoes you own red sneakers?" Katsuki groused as he looked over the four pairs that Izuku had brought to Yueii with him.

"Uh. No. I have snow boots, but they're back home. I didn't need them since it was summer," he said.

"We're the same size. You're lucky I run small. You can borrow something of mine so long as you don't fuck it up."

"That's so nice!" Izuku said excitedly. "Thank you Kacchan!"

Katsuki scowled in response. "Go change. No fuckin' arguments."

After placing the shoes by the door of the dorm, Izuku nodded and padded out of the room. Just as he walked out, he caught a glimpse of Katsuki digging through his own closet. He changed in the bathroom. Kacchan had given him a pair of ripped dark blue jeans that Ochako had bought for him because they were 'sinfully tight'. God, did she mean it. He could hardly get them up his ass and buttoned. He felt like a sausage, but when he looked in the bathroom mirror, he had to admit they did make his ass look nice.

Maybe nice enough for Kacchan to want, he thought before giving himself a horrified look. He couldn't think like that, especially if there was going to be alcohol around. He still was having issues with forcing the thoughts of Kacchan's bunny hunt from his head. He didn't need anything else traitorous to invade his mind.

Shaking the thoughts from his head, he pulled off his graphic tee and tugged the plain, white v-neck over his head. That, too, was tight on him. It pulled against his chest, accentuating the muscles of his upper body. Finally, he pulled the thin, medium-length, forest green cardigan over his arms. It was cozy enough for the night time while not being too warm for the late spring weather. He gave a quick glance in the mirror. Hmm. He had to admit, he looked pretty decent. It was better than his paint covered artist clothes or his graphic t-shirts. Something about his current appearance screamed starving artist, but he didn't mind. He figured he'd have a lot of those days in his future anyhow. He still looked good and in these jeans, maybe even borderline attractive.