"Do you... Kacchan, do you love me?"
Katsuki sniffled, sucking in blood and swallowing it down thick. His face radiated with a distracting level of discomfort.
"What?" Katsuki said, blinking a little, his head swirling.
"I –" Deku huffed and folded his arms, his expression sour as he eyed Katsuki from his corner of the elevator. "You heard me. Are you?"
"I'm –" The obscenely pink magazine flashed to mind. Deku's face as he fucked into him, all deep, dark forest eyes and possessive hands. Every time Deku smiled or laughed at Katsuki's outbursts rather than rising to them or getting offended like everyone else.
"I mean." Katsuki shrugged, snorting back blood again as he slid a slow, uneasy glance Deku's way. "I guess – yeah?"
Silence prevailed and Katsuki found himself staring at Deku's freckles, and how they stood a little too stark against his paling cheeks.
"You guess?" Deku said, his hands dropping loosely to his sides, his eyes large and unblinking. "You guess or yeah? Do you know what you're saying to me right now?"
"Of course I fuckin' know!" Katsuki snarled, stalking forward and slamming his fist into the elevator wall beside Deku's ear. Deku flinched and the wall cracked, caving in slightly beneath the weight of Katsuki's unmoving fist. "I said I love you, didn't I? Shit, dude. When's it ever gonna be eno-"
Deku's warm, scarred hand cupped the nape of Katsuki's neck as he tilted his chin and caught Katsuki's coppery mouth with his own pliant, generous one. Soft, sweet lips soothing, an almost innocent kiss.
Katsuki's head spun. He wondered if his nose should be hurting from this kiss, rather than his face going slowly numb from the center outwards.
More importantly, what the hell reaction was this? Weren't they just fighting? Why weren't they still fighting?
But Deku's lips were so fucking addictive that it pissed him off how much he wanted – needed – more.
Deku pulled away just enough to look up at Katsuki with those hooded, unabashedly bedroom eyes.
Katsuki swallowed a throat-full of blood that continued to drip down from his disjointed nose. He was pretty sure he couldn't feel his mouth anymore.
Deku frowned up at him, a distracting pout of lips.
"Kacchan, are you –"
"Pretty eyes," Katsuki slurred, his vision going grey as he tipped to the side.
He heard the thump more than felt it.
The crisp slide of pages turning in a book. A cool spring breeze whispering through the crack of a window. The familiar, comforting scent of warm sunshine skin and fresh grass.
"Deku."
"Awake?"
Katsuki cracked his eyes open and bit back a hiss of pain as his own facial expression exuded pain from his nose outward. He blearily eyed Deku, who sat on Katsuki's desk chair, pulled up to the bedside.
He looked obnoxiously fresh and shining, washed hair all lush and thick with disarrayed curls that Katuski was fairly certain he'd never seen Deku brush a day in his life, though he had to at some point. He was wearing the school uniform, sans dumb tie and jacket, his sleeves rolled up to the elbows. That scar was getting paler, cutting an almost striking profile now.
Deku swallowed, his eyes going a uncertain and squirrely as he flicked a glance to the side, then back to Katsuki. Nah, sexy scar or not, he was still an awkward nerd.
