Cookie Crumbs · dkbk/bkdk

Under stimulation - Fluff

It was pretty outside.

There was a large pink-petaled tree outside of the window, looking strikingly pastel and bright over the clear blue sky. A bird shrieked somewhere outside and the train rumbled across the block past the beeping and skidding tires of cars.

And Izuku's been staring out of that window for a goddamned hour.

Katsuki watched him from the back of the library, taking peeks (in intervals, meticulously timed for every five minutes) as he flipped the page of his thick paperback romance novel. Izuku was slouched back against the faux grain-wood chair, buttoning and unbuttoning the top few loops of his white collared uniform shirt as he stared to the right of himself high up in the cubed, nearly sunroof window. His free hand gripped the side of the chair beside him, arm thrown over it casually as he clicked and unclicked his pen in a rhythm that was unknown to the blond. His leg, beneath the table, booted white soles of his red shoes hitting the carpet quietly, was bouncing at a far more rapid rhythm of its own. It'd accelerate then slow, pause for a bit and then jump up again, perhaps switch legs even.

This had been going on for quite so long that the people that had been priorly grouped around them to study for their final exams of that year had disappeared and Katsuki hadn't noticed since he'd been enthralled with both his story and the object of his own romantic admiration.

"Izuku?" He called, a normal-tone, not quite a whisper just the signature indoor voice. There was no one at the long study hall tables they were using and the library was pretty much deserted in that particular area with the shelves erected around them in overbearing heaps of books old and new, dust and sunscreen scenting the air. It was early summer.

Izuku gave no reply, his dark jade eyes remaining locked outside of the window as if it held secrets to some otherworldly thing. He continued the same rhythm, the arm over the back of the chair bending so he could prop his elbow up and tug at the tufts of green curls that fell over his sideburns. He pushed and threaded his fingers through them, tugging or tucking them behind his ear just to untuck them. Within this time frame he'd alternate from that or fiddling with his earrings, the tiny spinning cross that dangled off of his cuffed helix.

His face was void of expression, blankly looking head as the hand on his shirt went down to push down his legs with a firm, steady palm, stilling some of the jittery bouncing. His dark lashes brushed his cheek, as if he were dozing off despite the Monster in front of him. (Katsuki much preferred actual coffee, or even ice coffee, himself and cringed adoringly at the sugar consumption of his partner. It was far too sweet for his tastes)

Furrowing his brows, Katsuki slowly got up. Putting his stuff away, he walked to Izuku's table, where his laptop was open before him but long ago gone asleep and whirred down, his notebook open to a random page that was half-open with tiny jot notes. Placing his novel beside Izuku's computer he set his bag on the table. Still, none of this caught his attention, the movement going unnoticed.

Sliding into the seat that Izuku's arm was thrown over, he gently encompassed Izuku's hand and stroked along the palm with two fingers, using the lightest variation of his quirk to give him tiny little firecracker sparks. "Izuku." He whispered, squeezing gently twice.

He got a grunt in reply, a shift in Izuku's head as his eyes opened a bit more fully and he tilted his chin downwards to look at him. Izuku seemed to take a moment to readjust, his eyes refocusing on Katsuki as if trying to match colours to the lines. His lips parted, shifting and rubbing together his chapstick and stretching out his jaw by finally clicking his gum which had gone hard between his clenched teeth. "Hm?"

"Are you okay?" Katsuki looked him over, brushing his knuckles beneath his boyfriends eye bags, leaning in to trace the bridge of his crooked nose with his own, soothing the bump from a previous break.