Izuku is sitting across from the girl. Shes talking about something he isn't bothering to actually pay attention to. Instead, he is focusing on what's behind her head, which isn't really anything interesting either. The counter is there, so people are coming in and Izuku watches as some of them have a conversation with the women standing behind it. The girl is wearing a white short skirt that goes above her middle thigh, pink shoes, and a short sleeve crop top that shows her pink laced bra every time she moves.
"-Thats how we met! Do you have anyone like that Midoriya Kun?"
Izuku looks at her, putting a sheepish grin on his face.
"Ah, could you repeat that Uraraka San? Sorry I zoned out..."
Uraraka smiles, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
"It's alright Midoriya Kun! I was just asking if you have someone who you know is always gonna love you for who you are!"
Izuku thinks for a second and Katsuki's smiling face pops into his mind. When he was cooking, when they talked, how flustered Katsuki would get.
"I love you. Your all i got left and i won't let you go. Your stuck with me now and you won't be able to get rid of me. The love i feel for you is never going to leave no matter how much you fucking want it to and even if its batshit crazy."
Izuku smiles at Uraraka, scratching the back of his neck.
"I do."
Urarakas smile faulters for a second, then she looks down at the table.
"...You know Midoriya Kun... Maybe... I could be that person to you..."
Izuku raises brow, his friendliness not changing at all despite his thoughts.
'Shut the hell up, you have no idea how much i want to push you down into my basement and hear you scream.'
"Haha, that's nice of you Uraraka San, but i already have someone like that-"
"Well! Maybe i could do a better job... Listen Midoriya Kun, I-"
Back to Katsuki:
He shoves the now folded shirt into the dresser and while he is, his eyes catch something on the bed. He turns his head and leans over to grab it.
His phone
Urarakas sentence is interrupted by the loud ringing.
'Oh, thank fucking god!'
He smiles at her apologetically and Izuku picks it up, putting the phone to his ear.
"Hello?"
Its silent for a moment, then Katsuki's voice comes from the phone.
"Midoriya, where are you?"
Izuku laughs slightly.
"Midoriya? Come on you know better than that Katsuki. I'm with a friend, I'll be home in a little while. Anyway, how did you-?"
"You left it on your bed, and I've memorized your number thousands of times..."
Izuku smiles.
"So did you need something?"
Katsuki is silent, and the only sound at the other end is the soft moving of Katsuki's breathing.
"I.."
Katsuki's voice is nervous, and he takes a deep breath and tries again.
"I missed you."
Izuku can practically feel how red Katsuki's face is.
"And w-well..."
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It doesnt matter that we're crazy
RomanceMy name is Katsuki Bakugou. I'm in love with a boy. Hes popular, smart, kind, and sweet. He is absolutely perfect. But the problem is, I'm a boy. I want nothing more than to go up to him and tell him how i feel. I see him every day and he seems to n...
