If he's anything like me - BakuDeku

Chocolate Milk

Izuku plopped on his bed, this time without Katsuki by his side. The blonde was currently downstairs, trying to help Toshinori convince Izuku's mom and Katsuki's dad that they were safe. (Apparently this wasn't the first time the two boys had snuck out late and nearly gave their single working parents a heart attack.)

It was strange, being in this reality. Of course things were different, Izuku wouldn't expect a whole different dimension to be the same. What really shocked him was how smoothly everything flowed. This reality's Izuku was Kat's best friend. His mom hadn't put on all the stress-weight. Kat's dad, after his wife passed, was more assertive and clear-spoken. Toshinori wasn't a self-absorbed creature molded by public image, and Izuku was being properly treated for his depression and anxiety.

Things didn't have to be the way they were in Izuku's own dimension. Kacchan didn't have to bully him. And sure, there were environmental factors like All Might's negative influence on the public and Mitsuki's ineffective parenting style, but at the end of the day, Izuku now understood that things could be different. Things could work if Kacchan behaved differently. After all, they were old enough to understand right from wrong and learn to break bad habits. Wasn't it about time Izuku and Kacchan got along?

Izuku furrowed his eyebrows, scowling at the ceiling, his arms and legs stretched unceremoniously over his unmade bed. He liked Kacchan. Loved him, even. But he decided, in that moment, that he wouldn't put up with that boy's shit any longer. If Kacchan loved Izuku like this Katsuki had told him, then he was going to have to put in the work and stop being such a... what's the word?... such a- a...

"Stupid ass fucking shit-fuck!" Katsuki exclaimed, throwing Izuku's bedroom door open as he stormed inside. Izuku bolted upright, alert, as Katsuki paced around his room, palms sparking and steaming. "I can't believe that asshole!"

"What is it?" Izuku squeaked.

Katsuki plopped down at the spinny chair by Izuku's desk. "My dad! He grounded me!"

Izuku rolled his eyes, a small chuckle falling from his lips as he fell back into his bed. "Well, yeah, we did come home at three in the morning last night. What did you think was gonna happen?"

"But dude, I won't be able to help you get back home," Katsuki groaned. Izuku knew what he really meant to say: I won't be able to get my Izuku back. I want to be the first person he sees when he comes home.

It was bittersweet, Izuku thought. He adored this Katsuki and how he had the same explosive personality– yet less explosive behavior. His anger issues were less of actual issues and more of a dancing candle flame that would never burn out. In an odd way, it warmed Izuku. He liked it.

Now if he could only teach his Kacchan how to control his anger like that. But that was a can of worms he wouldn't open just this second.

"You could always just sneak out," Izuku offered.

Katsuki snickered, resting his head on Izuku's desk. "Jeez, man. We stayed out late once and now you think you're a bad boy?"

Izuku blushed with embarrassment, rolling around as his face heated up, burying under his blanket for protection. "N-no! That's not it! I- I don't think I'm a- a- y'know?! I just thought- maybe- i-if- well–"

"It's fine, bro," Katsuki laughed. "I'm just teasing you. Sneaking out could work. My dad is a bit of an airhead. But I don't want to stress him out too much, y'know?"

"Yeah," Izuku agreed, his voice muffled by his comforter. "I understand. Um, speaking of stress, I actually have something to talk to you about."

Katsuki quirked his eyebrows up, curious. "Yeah?"