Devils Food Cake

Fitting - BKDK

(older repost)

Katsuki just fucking hates getting his suit fitted, but  the support hero nerd is cute. 

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Bakugou sighed at the thought of entering the room again, his suit in hand as he looked at the door. On the other side of this door sat a green haired male from the support class.

Now if he was being honest he hated getting his outfit fitted in general, dealing with Mei Hatsume was already a huge annoyance he wanted to avoid at all costs. But the boy that helped her fit the students was an awkward problem. The boy he used to bully, his old childhood friend. Now, yes, now that they were in their third year they have gotten over the usual problems. Katsuki had apologized and they had started becoming actual friends.

But the problem with that was that he had fallen in love. And of course he was not going to outright tell Izuku so he merely kept it to himself. But he did have to admit it hurt his heart, or maybe his ego, when Uraraka came to class with a big smile after having Midoriya change up her costume.

He shook his head, walking in to see Izuku Midoriya sitting on his desk writing in that notebook he always carried around, mumbling as he usually did. A song played in the background, the normal sound of screwdrivers and building not being heard, clueing Bakugou in that the workshop was empty.

He inwardly thanked and cursed the gods. Yes, he didn't have to deal with the other extras but, shit, he was alone with his crush. How fun. He kicked the door shut with his foot alerting the freckled teen who set down his book and stood up.

"How may I help..." He looked at the blonde, a brow raised. " you? Kacchan?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know." He sat in the nearest chair, throwing the costume to the boy as he rested his legs up on the table. Izuku jumped, catching it with his quirk. Float, similar to his mothers but stronger. Midoriya levitated the outfit to the nearest empty table, spreading it across the surface.

"What's wrong with it?" He asked, adjusting the collar of the winter suit, not even needing to ask as he saw the few rips on it. "Oh-"

"Not just those." Katsuki sighed, slightly aggravated at asking for help but knowing even he couldn't do everything, sadly. "The arm area is tight as shit, I can't move without feeling like it will break."

Izuku moved his head up, laughing. "Well sorry if the poor suit can't adjust to your workout habits."

He moved to grab measuring tape and motioned for the blonde to stand up, pushing his green curls back as he moved around the older male.

"Anything else?"

"The pants-"

"Not saggy enough?" Midoriya grinned, obviously teasing as he pulled Bakugou's arm up, measuring it and writing the numbers in his notebook. Katsuki swallowed, trying not to let his mind wander as the boy's hands felt up his chest, measuring still and completely unaware of Bakugou's thoughts.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Shut up, nerd, let me finish."

At the silence Bakugou continued. "It's also too short. The boots-"

"So just a re-measure and a tune up for the rips? On it." He pushed Katsuki away as he grabbed the outfit and ran into a different part of the room. Bakugou watched him go, a small sigh leaving him as he yelled at himself to stop getting his hopes up. Pushing away the thoughts he had of bending him over his own desk. Katsuki had an active imagination.

Izuku Midoriya obviously liked the hot headed male despite how angry he could be and how rude as well. He had run out of the room quickly after taking measurements merely because he could only restrain his own thoughts for so long. He wished he didn't have such an attraction to his old bully but he does. It doesn't help that measuring him was basically feeling up his body and god- He sighed- Seeing him in his suit was just... beautiful. And tight. No one needed to know he had unlocked a kink by seeing the blonde in his hero suit. By having a very explicit dream of having those gloves on his body.