＊ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 | ʙᴀᴋᴜᴅᴇᴋᴜ ＊

＊ ꜱɪx - ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛꜱ ＊

Izuku watched shakily as Katsuki pulled his hands through his hair; clearly struggling to find the right words to say. But he really didn't look like he hated the idea of what Izuku had said in his letter, in fact, he looked like he was thinking a similar thing? Katsuki's cheeks were pink for the first time that Deku had ever seen. 

"Deku, I... I guess you could say that I feel the same way. I always knew that what you felt was beyond friendship, since we were about five. And then, when we got a little older, you could say I started to reciprocate those feelings. I mean, you always idolised me and were so sweet towards me that I couldn't help but see you as cute. And you are cute, even now. How could I possibly resist those freckles of yours?" Katsuki said, placing his hand on Izuku's cheek to emphasise how cute he thought it was. 

Katsuki was moving closer and closer to Izuku, and it suddenly became obvious to the greenette what his intentions were. But there was no way they could kiss out in the open like this. 

"Kacchan, we can't do that here..." He whispered softly, an intense blush starting to cover his cheeks. It would be his first time doing that with someone, but he was glad that it would be Kacchan, at least. 

With a fairly rough grip but not enough to hurt him, the blond grabbed Izuku's wrist, and dragged him to his bedroom. Izuku sat down on the bed, his cheeks really red, as he knew that he and Bakugo were about to work out some unresolved feelings. 

Izuku looked up at Katsuki with nervous eyes. He loved the blond haired male, but he didn't want to get executed for having sexual or romantic relations with another man. "Kacchan, what are we now?" He asked, twiddling his thumbs in his lap. 

Katsuki took a few steps over to the male and smiled. "Whatever you want to be, but I wouldn't advise us being boyfriends in case we get caught with this. Because really, who says that we need a shitty label for what we have?" He questioned. Izuku nodded along as he spoke, Katsuki had a point. Did they really need a label as to what they were? 

"Do... do you want to kiss me Kacchan?" Midoriya asked softly, his freckles standing out even more against his quickly quickening skin. It was endearing. 

"Oh, every time I see you, Deku. But now?" He paused for effect, before smiling brightly at Izuku, dimples showing and everything. "Yes. More than ever before... may I?" He asked, raising a singular eyebrow as he spoke. 

Izuku thought that he would enjoy it too, so he nodded. Midoriya's emerald green eyes fluttered to a close as Katsuki drew closer and closer to him, before he felt a pair of soft lips against his own. This felt so good... and he couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. 

However, he did need to stop so he could breathe for air. He did that, before Katsuki could tell that Izuku wanted more of where that came from. And so, Katsuki's hand swept under Izuku's chin, forcing him to look upwards so they could kiss better. The two of them kissed for a little while; it was quickly getting more and more heated between their bodies and the passion they were creating together. 

"Kacchan..." Izuku whispered between kisses, as Katsuki's hand went under his shirt to caress his back, holding him in place on Katsuki's bed as they kissed. But after a few minutes, they decided to stop there before they did something that both teenagers weren't ready for. 

"Did... did you enjoy that too?" Katsuki asked, pulling his hands seductively through his thick blond locks again, causing yet another blush to make it's way over Izuku's cheeks again. 

"I did..." Izuku confessed, looking down at the floor. He was smiling as he did this though, he had clearly enjoyed it more than he was willing to let on. 

"That's good." Katsuki admitted, smiling, before holding his hand out to Midoriya to help him get off Katsuki's bed. Izuku accepted Katsuki's help, and just as he was pulled to his feet, he heard his mother's voice calling him from the bottom of the stairs.