Overload

Blinking against the harsh sunlight filtering through the window, Izuku woke in an unfamiliar bed wearing nothing but his t-shirt. He found his pants and underwear draped over the end of the bed and remembered in a rush of sudden clarity everything that had happened the night before.

He was at Kacchan's apartment. In Kacchan's bed. Mostly naked and still loose from having Kacchan's fingers inside him.

Right. Totally normal.

Izuku could feel the heat on his face as he blushed profusely while trying to slip his pants on as quickly as he could. Quietly, he opened the bedroom door, wondering if his childhood friend and lifetime rival was still asleep. The hope of being able to disappear from the apartment without any awkward encounters was dashed by the sound of Katsuki working in the kitchen. The distinct smell and sizzle of bacon filling the small space. Taking a deep breath, Izuku willed himself into the little kitchen. He cleared his throat before greeting his host, "Good morning, Kacchan."

The blond tensed for half a second before glancing over his shoulder, "Your hair is worse than normal."

Izuku frowned and ran his fingers through his curls in a pointless attempt to tame them, "I haven't had a shower yet."

Katsuki grunted in reply, his attention returning to the food cooking in front of him. The silence was overbearing but neither man knew what to say next. Izuku simply watched as Katsuki finished cooking and plated their breakfast. Seating himself, Izuku thanked Katsuki for the meal.

"S'whatever."

Izuku grinned at the familiar response, maybe they'd survive this.

"Sorry," Katsuki spat out suddenly, "About last night, I shouldn't of--"

"You helped me."

Katsuki frowned deeply, "You weren't in your right mind. I shouldn't have fucking touched you and--"

"You helped me," Izuku repeated more sternly, giving his Katsuki a stubborn glare. "I asked for your help and you helped me."

The blond rolled his eyes, "You would never have asked for that under normal circumstances. You don't even like guys."

Now Izuku was just confused, "But, I do?"

"What?"

"Like guys."

"Oh," Katsuki said dumbly. Izuku could see the cogs turning, Katsuki was so rarely confused but the expression was impossible to miss.

Izuku burst into a fit of giggles, "I'm pansexual, Kacchan!"

"Well how was I supposed to know that!"

"I literally dated Todoroki in high school, and have publicly dated a, uh, variety of people."

Katsuki blinked at him, "You were dating half-in-half?"

Izuku started laughing again, "It was about as secret as you and Kirishima!"

"Kirishima was a secret!"

This only made Izuku laugh harder, "Everyone knew you two were dating."

"Tch," Katsuki pouted, "Not my fault he kept getting all lovey dovey in public."

"Oh please, you were just as bad."

"Whatever."

Smiling, Izuku stuffed his mouth with bacon and hummed gratefully around the food. The innocent sound brought memories of the night before to Katsuki's mind and he blushed at the memory, training his eyes towards his plate to avoid Izuku's.