Chapter 28
Many emotions ran through Katsuki's system. Shock. Excitement. Eagerness. Regret. Disbelief.
It was like he was stuck in a trance, not being able to look away from Izuku's eyes. A silly little spell that had been cast upon him the moment their lips touched. Why couldn't he look away?
Whatever background noise there was wouldn't register in either of their brains. The world outside of their little moment long forgotten and not important enough to gain their attention. They were utterly fixated on each other.
"You...like me?" Katsuki whispered with wide eyes, breath still heavy. The skin below Izuku's fingers burned with need and affection. His touch was like a kiss of the wind, soft and delicate. He could feel the slight bumps on Izuku's skin due to the battle scars, but even so, his touch was nothing but gentle.
Izuku blushed, slowly retracting his hands. "W-Well, uh, I thought..."
Katsuki suddenly missed the greenette's hands on his face, tempted to grab them and place them back where they were. But he held back. He so desperately needed to hear him say what he have wanted to hear for so long. His heart was beating wildly in anticipation.
"Deku—fuck, no. Izuku," Katsuki said with a stronger voice now, looming over Izuku with an expectant gaze. "Do. You. Like me?" Please say yes.
Izuku's eyes widened as he noticed the hopeful look the blond was giving him. His heart almost leaped out of his chest. Feeling excited and relieved, he finally whispered. "Y-Yeah."
"Fuck," Katsuki whispered as he let himself slide down the wall behind him to sit on the ground. Izuku watched with alerted eyes as the blond ran both hands down his face in exasperation. Izuku didn't understand, did he read the situation wrong?
All of a sudden, Katsuki started laughing in disbelief. Izuku began to feel awkward, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "A-Are you ok?"
"All of this time I've been wracking my brain, trying to figure out who the hell you liked, only to now find out that it was me," Katsuki whispered, relief and happiness flooding through his veins.
"I mean, uh, y-yeah..." Izuku mumbled, scratching the back of his head self-consciously. He had never seen Katsuki act in such way.
"Goddammit, nerd," Katsuki said, looking up at him with a steady gaze. "You drive me fucking crazy."
"In a good way?" Izuku asked, wincing and avoiding his gaze. Now that the adrenaline of the kiss had worn off, he was feeling extremely nervous. His confesion and Katsuki's random mood swings were confusing him. Although, he wasn't all that surprised about it.
"Shut up," Katsuki growled, standing up and grabbing him by the front of his shirt. Izuku feared the worse. That he had read the situation wrong and that the blond did not like him. But when Katsuki grabbed his chin and pulled him to meet his lips, all of his worries melted away.
He answered the kiss as fervently as it was received. Their eyelids fluttered shut as they enjoyed the feeling. Both let out content sighs, fingers slithering to the backs of each other's necks and into their hair.
At that moment, their hearts felt whole.
All until a loud screech ruined it.
They separated from each other, their head whipping towards the sound in alarm. A certain brunette stood at Katsuki's door, one hand on the door handle and the other holding a frying pan. Izuku ran towards her, getting behind her and placing his scarred hand over her mouth.
Without saying a word, Izuku quickly backed away from the blond's dorm room, dragging Uraraka with him, and got into the—thankfully—opened elevator. He punched the button to his floor level rapidly, and just before the elevator doors slid shut, Kirishima's door opened up and said redhead popped his head out.
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