If he's anything like me - BakuDeku

My Goofball

"Aw, did the little quirkless boy get lost again? Blasty should put you on a leash, maybe then you'd stop running into walls," Uraraka scoffed, digging her heel into the toe of Izuku's shoe. She kept him in place, a devilish smile painted on her naturally-flushed face. She used her quirk to float Izuku's bookbag just out of reach while Iida stood behind her, clearing his throat in a failed attempt to hide his laughter.

Izuku shifted, using his free foot to kick Uraraka's shin, forcing her to recoil and release his foot, as well as her hold on his things. His bag came crashing back down, but Izuku was quick to grab it, sidestepping past the two of them and hurrying into the horde of students filtering out of the main school building. Within the three minutes after the final bell rang, Izuku had lost track of Kat, making his whole confession plan go up in flames.

He was more sure than ever before that Kat needed to know about Izuku's feelings. As long as he was honest and communicated effectively, everything would work out. He didn't want to wait anymore, but it seemed like every person on the planet was trying to stop him. And frankly, he was getting fucking sick of it.

Deep breaths, Izuku told himself. Don't freak out. We got everything under control.

"Kat, wait up!" Izuku called, finally catching up to the blonde. He latched onto Katsuki's arm, pulling him away from the class A dormitory entrance.

"Hey loser," Katsuki said with a small laugh. "I was just gonna text you and see if you wanted to train, and maybe grab something to eat."

Izuku's heart buzzed in his chest. As if he needed an emotional notification– he was well aware of his feelings for his best friend. He wasn't some fucking airhead, like Deku's Kacchan. He snickered at the thought. Really, he hoped those two got it together.

But right now it wasn't about those two. It was about him and Kat. Kat, his beloved snarky blondie. His biggest inspiration, brightest motivation, toughest rival, and (literal) partner in crime. Izuku knew since they were toddlers that he never wanted to leave Katsuki's side. He admired that fighting spirit, that incredible stubbornness that rivaled his own. They were two hard-headed idiots, two combative geniuses, two boys whose lives had been tangled together since infancy. And, if all went well, would stay tangled together for the rest of time. In this reality, and the next, and the next.

"Uh, you okay 'Zuku?" Katsuki chuckled, tilting his head a bit. "You're just kinda staring at me–"

He couldn't think of anything else. He surged forward, eyes closed, hand resting on Katsuki's shoulder for balance. This kiss was nothing like the one Deku's Kacchan had shared with Izuku. That was drunk and lost and mixed up and misplaced. This... This was electric. Kat's lips were soft (Izuku's were rougher and chapped) and the gentle warmth radiating off of him greeted Izuku as strongly as it had the very first time, all those years ago.

In a way, Izuku knew this day was coming. He knew, even as a child, that he'd fall in love with this blonde idiot with a big brain and a loud mouth that taught him how to punch and kick and curse and scream. There was no avoiding it.

And in a way, he was relieved. Even if, somehow, Kat hated him afterwards, at least Izuku got to feel this rush at least once. He was able to claim Katsuki's lips as his own at least once. It was more than enough and not nearly so all at once. It was fulfilling and starved and content and empty all tied together with a reassured bow. The kiss held so many emotions, so many thoughts, so many questions.

The soft-spoken words that followed held all the answers.

"Izuku?"

Izuku swallowed the lump in his throat. "Yeah?" His hand was curled into the fabric of Katsuki's shirt, their lips still only centimeters apart.

"You kissed me."

Izuku smirked. "Yeah."

"...Why?"

"Why?"

"Yeah, that's what I asked, you goofball."

"I kissed you and you call me a goofball?"

Katsuki laughed, his breath tickling Izuku's lips– lips that had just been pressed against his own seconds ago. "Are you saying you're not a goofball? 'Cause that's just a lie. You're the biggest goofball of them all."

Izuku smiled. "I guess so. Do you... want to be a goofball with me?"

Katsuki paused. With every second that passed, Izuku inched backwards, and Katsuki hated that. He wanted Izuku close, against him, hugging him, kissing him, smiling at him, laughing with him. God, he wanted to hear that laugh. And the sarcastic, borderline bitchy comments that came with it. He loved that little freckled monster. He loved him like the ocean loved the sand, like the flowers loved their roots and their petals.

The kiss gave him a way to express that. So he stole another, and with it he took Izuku's breath away.

Izuku pulled away after a few seconds, his green eyes wild. "I'll take that as a yes?"

Katsuki laughed, soft and raspy and blissful. "I'm not really sure what you were asking, but yeah. Of course."

"I like you," Izuku whispered. "Romantically, I mean. Hence the kiss."

"The dots are connecting now, thank you," Katsuki teased.

"And..." Izuku went on. "I want you to be my goofball."

"Your goofball?"

"My boyfriend."

"Oh."

"If not, it's fine. We can stay friends–"

"You think I want to stay friends after that?" Katsuki blurted. "I'll be the best damn boyfriend you've ever had."

"Pfft, we'll see about that."

"Does this mean you got over Mirkou?"

"HA! That's funny. Get over Mirkou? I could never. If she pulled up right now and asked me to marry her, I'd probably chop you up into nineteen pieces, pee on you, throw you in a trash compactor, and run away with that sexy bunny to Paris or–"

Katsuki shut him up with another kiss. This time, he was attacked by a tidal wave of memories. An alternate version of Izuku, a riff in their realities, a million confusing things that he didn't want to think about. He could assess all that later. For now, he was busy. For now, it wasn't about Deku or Kacchan or All Might. Not the bullies or the villains or the corrupted Hero Commission. No, right now it was about them. Their story. Their secret. Just Katsuki and Izuku.

And Shinsou Hitoshi, who was fighting the urge to throw a rock at those two morons. He grimaced, cursing himself for once again being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

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