Everything was just right. Katsuki bought Izuku a strawberry crepe- and the nerd had to be so fucking cute and red to his ears offering Katsuki a bite. Izuku dragged Katsuki on a plethora of carnival rides which the duo had a lovely time screaming on. Katsuki won an obnoxiously huge frog plushie for Izuku which the two have taken turns carrying around all evening. Izuku is all dopey and smiles, and Katsuki won't admit he is too. Izuku and Katsuki's first date is truly going swimmingly.
But every wonderfully scenic moment of laughter and butterflies pass each other one by one, and now the sun is setting. It's fucking setting. And it really is now or never for Katsuki to just fucking DO it. Cross the boundary neither have even teased yet. Faces close. Breaths mingling together with purpose. Lips touching.
Wide eyes. Freckled cheeks. Soft lips. Yup. That's the goal.
He's been scouting every ride and carnival stand they pass, worry seeping through every cell in his body that he might actually miss his chance. He might fuck up this perfect fucking date and not seal their first kiss on their first date.
'Kacchan!'
The blond looks to the boy attached to him by mutually linked pinkies- it was proposed by Izuku to not get lost in the crowd and it was begrudgingly accepted by Katsuki (grateful, because it's the only physical contact he can emotionally handle). Honestly, they've always been in each other's space when sparring- why is this so hard? Perhaps because this type of touch is deliberate and intentional and Katsuki is realising what a wuss he can really be.
'Mm?'
'Look!' Izuku gestures over the crowd, directing their attention to a takoyaki stand near the edge of the pier. 'We can grab a bite and eat in the ferris wheel before we go- what do you think, Kacchan?'
Katsuki eyes the stand that's fairly deserted before turning his attention up at the ferris wheel. He watches a capsule make its slow ascent to the top. Secluded. Private. Above all the extras. His brows pinch together and he nods to himself. Yes. This is it.
'Sounds good.'
The duo makes their way through the crowds and place three orders of takoyaki- sue them. They're a pair of hungry teenagers that spent their evening running to every game and ride at this ocean-side carnival. Hot food in hand, they make their way to stand in line for the ferris wheel.
'So what'd you like the most, Zuku?'
Katsuki pokes a takoyaki ball with his little stick, blowing on it and offering it to the greenette that's currently cuddling the giant frog in his arms. Izuku perks up, opening his mouth and chomping down.
'AH! HOT! Ish hot! Kashaan ish hot! AH!'
Katsuki's mind races, watching Izuku panic around the ball of food in his mouth. Izuku has the frog in his arms. Katsuki has the food in his. And Katsuki can't just shove the stick in Izuku's face- there's no time to think. Katsuki very unceremoniously crashes into Izuku. Tongue prodding every which way to make contact with the source of burning panic. Snagging his teeth around a piece of dough, he pulls the steaming food out of Izuku's mouth and proceeds to chew the burning hot octopus ball in his place.
The blond turns his attention back to Izuku's now strawberry red face. Giant ass eyes staring at Katsuki like he just grew five heads. His jaw froze completely open. Lips swollen from the heat and red with blood dripping from a... bite.
OH WHAT IN THE JESUS FUCKING BTICHASS CUNT BULLSHIT-
'Kacchan...'
Katsuki's just as wide eyes stare back at Izuku in what feels like slow motion.
