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First Date

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Katsuki stood on the balcony of his apartment enjoying the late summer day. Somewhere in the distance a festival was starting up, the smell of fried foods drifting in the breeze. He stared hard at the building across the street. He wished he could see the apartment windows. Those enticing green eyes had bewitched him and he just could not get enough of this green haired siren, even if it was from a distance.

'I've never really kissed anyone before'

Deku's words rang in his ears. He knew the nerd had never been with anyone and generally he had avoided virgins. But this, this feeling, his chest felt like it was going to explode. His blood seemed thick as it pounded into his heart. He leaned down on the railing. This was different than anything he had ever felt. It was like the greenette was some type of black hole and he was getting sucked into his world faster than he had expected.

'Fuck'

How was he going to keep from pouncing on him? He wanted to make everything special and jumping the nerd on their first date was not in the special category. His phone buzzed, he pulled it out and turned off the alarm. He had been waiting for this moment all day.

Across the street Midoriya flopped down on the bed covering his face with the shirt clutched in his hand.

'Just pick something already'

He chewed his finger. His heart had been pounding all afternoon. He took a few deep breaths but the butterflies in his stomach seemed to get more intense.

'It is just Kacchan'

"A very hot Kacchan", he muttered.

The weekend had flown by after the kiss in the hallway. Midoriya had not seen him, except a few times when he spotted spiked blonde hair moving through the crowded bar. It was finally Sunday and he was looking forward to seeing him tonight, just them, alone. His stomach flipped again, chills swept over him as he thought about large warm hands on his body.

Sitting up he sighed. Slowly he crossed his left leg over his right, he played with the hem of his briefs. Images and sounds of that night flitted through his mind. Closing his eyes against unwanted memories, he pushed up his underwear, revealing the small tattoo.

'What are the odds?'

He actually knew. The program hadn't taken long to write. The chances of meeting a man with the name Bakugou was 1 in 280,000... but to meet the Bakugou from that night so long ago, to meet him again? The chances were 1 in 2,345,700. He rubbed his hands over his face. He never imagined he would be in a situation where the tattoo might be seen by someone with that same name.

'How in the world was he going to explain this?'

He could imagine those red eyes as he explained. "I am a stalker and I had your name tattooed on my body." he laughed as he collapsed back on to the bed again. He traced the tattoo and thought of those strong firm fingers doing the same, he groaned and closed his eyes.

The alarm on his phone began to chirp. Midoriya jumped up, he only had 5 minutes. Pulling the green shirt on quickly, he raced to the closet and grabbed his black jeans. He pulled a black button up shirt over his t-shirt, rolling up the sleeves to his elbows. Picking up all the shirts on the bed he tossed them into the closet, straightening the cover.

A knock on the outside door echoed through the apartment.

Midoriya poked his head out quizzically. He walked cautiously to the door. Through the window he could see the large blonde clad in tight fitting black jeans with a dark orange shirt, a black design over the right arm that looked like a tribal tattoo.