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Body Hair - Fluff, slightly suggestive

It's- It's attractive okay? Fuck what other people say I find this attractive, it's just so human.

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This was strange, okay?

This was.. Odd, sure. But Katsuki liked Izuku's body hair.

It was just that it was so human to look at, natural and unruly, following a path of its own in torrents of jet black or evergreen.

It started when he'd seen it over his forearms.

They'd been studying together in the dorms when Izuku had leaned over him to grab the highlighters he'd unconsciously hogged, his arm pressing over Katsuki's own and briefly blocking the paper. At that moment he'd noticed, glancing down at the freckled arm over his own paler ones, with black hair curling over the defined muscles. It looked so soft, tapering and thinning out the closer to the wrist he got until gone completely, scattered faintly over his biceps.

Unthinkingly he'd brushed his fingers over his arm, feeling Izuku tense. "Sorry, Kacchan, didn't mean to block your paper."

"S'fine." He muttered distractedly, turning Izuku's arm over slowly to look over the bare expanse of his inner arm before going back to the other side. The contrast was striking.

He'd begun to notice how after he showered or swam, with water dripping down his defined body, the hair seemed to become like tiger-stripes, thick lines when wet until puffing into soft tufts when dry.

But of course, with that meant his legs were exposed but he didn't acknowledge it until he saw Izuku wear shorts one hot summer. The cargo-shorts were cut off around mid-thigh, exposing his legs which had been thick as goddamned tree trunks with how he'd been training. Having plopped beside Katsuki with his cup of strawberry ice cream, a red plastic spoon sticking out from between his lips as he rested his legs up on the concrete planter alongside the shoppes outdoor seating. He'd been sweating, condensation rolling down his sideburns, unruly seaweed curls sticking to his forehead and eyes shaded by his raybans. Fuck, Katsuki had already been fawning over how hot he looked (pun intended) for gods sake, slowly scooping his pistachio and mint chocolate chip as he roved his body beneath the cap of his hat.

Then he saw the downward spirals of dark hair on his legs and found himself hooking his smooth, milky calves over Izuku's own to feel the slightly-scratchy but yet soft hair brush over the backs of his legs as his steel-toed boots pressed teasingly light over those stupid clunky red shoes. Izuku didn't even seem to mind that the extra heat made their legs practically stick together, resting his ice cream chilled hand rest over Katsuki's knee.

Katsuki never grew any body hair himself, except for beneath his arms like everyone else, which he quickly waxes off with a cringe. He didn't like it on him and the fact his legs had always been smooth was a blessing, the faintest sprinkle of golden hair used to be over his arms but he'd waxed those too. It felt weird on him, with how much he sweated for his quirk and how clothes stuck to him, he couldn't handle it. But, fuck, on Izuku he liked it.

He'd noticed it on his chest around their twenties, when they'd been in bed together nonetheless, catching their breath Katsuki had reached out with a breathless laugh to gently smooth down the curly strands through the middle of his relaxed pecs. "This is new."

Izuku had merely quirked his lips up in a half-smile, turning his head to press his nose against Katsuki's head, lips brushing behind his ear. "Late puberty I guess." He brought Katsuki's hand lower in a playful, suggestive manner.

"Oh, ew, fuck off!" Katsuki barked a laugh, turning away even as his hand went back to its previous spot, remaining gently combing through it. He'd continue to do that when they rested together in bed watching old All Might movies, resting over him with his hand caressing over it, or if Izuku was shirtless near him as they spoke. Until Izuku trimmed it at least and he would wait for it to grow back again.

Then there was the happy trail.

This he did to tease Izuku and he knew it damn well but he found it hot, so sue him.

Between his pronounced v-line, directly beneath his bellybutton, starting off thin and expanding downwards below the belt, from black to deep green. Katsuki liked to run his nails through it when he was flirting with Izuku, hand stuffed up his shirt, pressing to his abs as they were chest to chest and he spoke low in his ear.

And finally, perhaps the most common of them all, his stubble.

Katsuki fucking loved when he saw it begin to scatter over his chin, it made Izuku look so.. Mature? Hot? Fucking handsome? All of the above, perhaps. It usually gathered directly in the middle of his chin thicker, but scattered over his jawline directly from his sideburns downwards. He kissed him a lot with that, even if it felt scratchy, he liked touching it in any way possible.

"Ha! Ah~ Tickles!" Katsuki kicked at Izuku's hip gently, squirming in his arms as Izuku pressed kisses up the soft expanse of his throat, chin scraping across the sensitive skin.

"Maybe you should let me shave then, huh?"

"No!" He pushed at Izuku's shoulder. "Don't you dare."

Izuku never grew it that long, it was always faint, since he didn't look good with a beard (or so he says, Katsuki wishes to find out for himself) but Katsuki prolonged it as long as he could. Even if some stupid extras online said they didn't like Hero Deku with it.

Screw them, it was handsome on him.

"Like a big bear." Katsuki smirked, earning a teasing scoff from Izuku who lightly swatted his ass as he passed him in the kitchen with his morning coffee in hand while his fiance read the hero-news, scrolling through his phone. Yelping, he glared at the smirking man who eyeshim with a sly, knowing look. "What? A 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘺 bear."

If Izuku noticed his adoration for his facial or even body hair, he didn't say, letting Katsuki do what he wished with his appreciative touches and tender-loving kisses. He let him stop him from shaving as long as he could and he'd hide smiles at the pout when he oiled freshly smooth skin to stave away razor bumps. He only even trimmed certain areas and shaved his face for upkeep, he left everything else alone from his arm to his legs, since he didn't feel the need to remove it and sort of enjoyed how Katsuki played with his arms, stroking the soft puffs back.

Katsuki just loved everything about him, the fact he found these features attractive warmed Izuku's heart. He could be anything, the most natural for Katsuki and he'd love it, cause it was him. And he just loved him.