Idiots loved to fawn over that damn nerd.
A scowl firmly embedded across his sharp features for the last several hours, Katsuki watched as their classmates put their grubby hands all over Deku. Making sure he was okay after the previews night's ordeal, showering him in presents that all suited him obnoxiously well, and feeding him a pile of chocolate chip pancakes that Rikido had made for everyone.
Katsuki didn't like that sweet garbage, so he'd literally hunched over an entire piled plate of bacon and lashed out at anyone who came in for a piece.
He'd also opened his presents alongside Deku. Begrudgingly.
Katsuki didn't like receiving shit for no reason. People always felt like you owed them after they did anything good for you. That wasn't hero shit, if anyone asked Katsuki. But he'd been kind of surprised how many people had gotten him things that would actually be useful to him. Silly things were of zero interest – make it practical or fuck off with it.
No one asked where Deku and Katsuki's presents were for each other. They probably figured the two of them wouldn't do that kind of bullshit.
And they wouldn't.
They really wouldn't.
Normally.
Katsuki ground his teeth together, hearing the scrape of enamel in his ears as he watched Half and Half come up behind Deku and drop his chin upon his shoulder to read a book with which Deku had been gifted. Deku turned his head, smiling widely as he said something to Todoroki that fell deaf on the growing white noise in Katsuki's head. They were sitting at the farthest opposite ends of the long dining room table, so Katsuki probably wouldn't have been able to hear, anyway.
He watched as Todoroki pointed at something in the book, his arm coming around to press against Deku's.
Katsuki brain flashed with Deku laid out beneath him, his shirt torn and frayed down the center. Constellations of freckles scattered across his chest and pink cheeks, eyes wide and deep, dark forest green, hair a wild array of lush curls, his mouth gaping in shock and lust, lips swollen and bruised.
You're – I – don't stop.
Katsuki's vision began to dim to red.
"Bakugou! Um –" Kirishima's voice crashed through Katsuki's Murder Thoughts hard enough to send Katsuki whirling in his seat with a snarl.
"WHAT? What?"
"You burnt a hole in the table."
"Like fuck I –"
Katsuki looked down to where his hand had been gripping the edge of the table. The wood was blackened, smoking, and definitely had a chunk burned out of it.
"Aizawa is gonna beat your ass, dude," Kaminari said from beside Kirishima, grinning like a fucking numskull. "What the hell were you thinking?"
"Mind your fuckin' business, shit for brains," Katsuki said, his chair screeching back as he stood. He was too distracted in this room. Too pissed off with the way Deku had sneaked beneath his skin while Katsuki had been –
Weak.
He'd been so fucking weak for that obnoxious face just inches from his. It had been too easy for Deku to push him into a corner, shove his hand down Katsuki's throat and yank his heart out for them both to see.
Katsuki swept past Deku, ignoring the sound of his name on those sinful fucking lips, and stomped into the living room.
He was embarrassed. That made him angry.
