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Izuku Midoriya is a 24-year-old singer in Japan. He was quite accepted on the internet due to the covers he'd post on a social media app.
Every pure comment was drowned out by the very few hateful ones.
He gets offered a job opportunity...
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Izuku went with Katsuki to the restaurant next door due to it being near lunch hours. They sat down and began to eat the food they had ordered.
Izuku's eyes led up to Katsuki's hands, holding the bottle of parmesan cheese. He laughed slightly before swallowing his bite of food, "That's a staggering amount of Parmesan cheese..."
"There's no such thing."
"Pft."
He continued to take another bite further into his noodles. "I think Shoto may have a liking to you," Katsuki announced.
"What do you mean by that?"
"He seems to prefer you more than any of us. It's strange, but not in a weird way or anything."
Izuku nodded, "Oh? I had no idea!" He warned him sarcastically.
Izuku had grown to feel rather weird around the blonde. It wasn't like a bad thing, it was more like something he wished hadn't happened.
His stomach would always do flips whenever his voice trailed off, or when he woke him up some mornings. It was like being cared for was completely new and fresh to Izuku.
It was like nobody had ever done this for him. Cared about the male.
"Are you okay..?"
Izuku looked up, now out of his daze. "You were staring at me, then you wouldn't even reply to a word I said..!" Katsuki set his chopsticks down and eyed Deku.
"What. Is. Going. On."
Izuku shook his head in embarrassment. Was he supposed to say something about the being held at gunpoint thing or the fact that he was falling in love with his bodyguard?
He sighed, "...My friend, he recently got injured."
What a catch. He was no longer in the hospital on bed rest, he was doing rather well for the time and date it had taken place. It was only a few weeks ago, after all.
Katsuki's gaze softened. "Oh, I'm sorry. Is that why you weren't here? You could have told me—us."
"No, he's okay. I'm just a little frustrated that's all."
He raised an eyebrow, "Frustrated?"
Ah, fuck. Izuku thought to himself. He always messed things up in a way. "Yeah, he's real bossy now that he's on bed rest."
Katsuki chuckled and closed his eyes momentarily before opening them once again. "My mom was the same way."
"Really?"
"No, the hell? She'd kick my ass anyway."
Izuku sat there in silence, awkward, deep, deafening silence.
"So... Uh?"
"She's fine, don't worry. It's not like she's under the ground or something," Katsuki added.
Izuku nodded and looked down and his plate with a worried look. "Are you sure that's all, Deku?" He questions.
