Rewrite The Stars

You know I want you

It's not a secret I try to hide

I know you want me

So don't keep saying our hands are tied

Izuku slowly wakes up to warm of the sunlight peeking on his window. Judging on the warm of the sunlight, it could already be around 8 o'clock in the morning.

So late, he thought.

Then he remembered that today is his day-off, so he should not feel guilty waking up this late. No one's going to get angry if he won't get out of bed right now.

A hand rubbing in his stomach jolted him out of his thoughts.

"You could really do a living being an alarm clock, nerd", said the husky voice behind his neck.

Izuku almost forgot that he wasn't alone in his bed. And also didn't realize he was already mumbling. The source of the voice then proceeds to kiss the back of his neck which sends electricity throughout his body.

"And you could do a living being a heater Kacchan, making the room hot just by talking with that husky voice of yours." Izuku replied, smirking while turning to face the other person in his bed.

He felt bold and embarrassed saying that early in the morning but seeing the other man blushed all the way his ears makes it all worth it.

It took a few seconds for Kacchan to recover from the blushing. He then tightens his embrace on the source of his welcomed misery at the moment. "You're getting good at flirting, huh?" he challenged.

"I learned from the best" Izuku quipped. The blonde in front of him tries to laugh but was stopped by the soft lips pressed to his.

The kiss was sweet at first, both of them tries to tease the other then slowly turns into a heated one. Izuku feels like his drowning in bliss. It's okay though, if this kiss is going to kill him, he's going to die doing what he loves. He sees himself smilling through the kiss.

The kiss felt like it lasted a hundred years but Izuku feels it wasn't enough. His happy thoughts were cut out when Kacchan broke it off.

"Don't temp me Deku. Unlike you, I have a workshop to facilitate." Kacchan grimly said like he wished it wasn't true. Izuku can't blame him, he himself also wished that the said workshop didn't coincide with his day-off.

The workshop is about teaching grade school students with explosive or similar quirks how to use it as self-defence with minimal damage to themselves, the surroundings, and the target.

And of course, who would be the better main facilitator than the best explosive hero in Japan? Izuku just finished this kind of workshop himself last week, though he enjoys interacting with kids with augmented type quirks, it was draining as well.

But now he also wants to go to the said workshop. He is sure Kacchan looks cool teaching kids how to use their quirks. No matter what the media says about him, Izuku knows that Kacchan is natural at swooning kids. He's one of the victims after all.

Izuku's thought was cut by a hand violently placed on his face.

"Don't you ever dare go to that damn workshop Deku" Kacchan warned. Yeah right, Izuku must be thinking aloud again. Izuku just smiled in reply, even if it's a struggle because of the hand that is still on his face.

When Kacchan was satisfied that the nerd will not go on with his plan on tagging along on the workshop, he removed his hand and frowned on the saliva on his palm.