Cookie Crumbs · dkbk/bkdk

Je T'aime - Fluff en Francais

Got this idea from the song "Google Translate/ poppies" by Leanna Firestone. I love the idea of Katsuki knowing french (hes just good at everything, isnt he) and thought it'd be endearing to have Izk stumble as they both awkwardly deal with their love for each other. Theres something sweet about the song that reminds me of when others find out I speak french or when I find out someone elses language, putting things we have no idea what it means but just.. i guess being silly n sweet, learning endearments for each other 

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The bubbles on the chat box seemed to linger, glowing against Katsuki's screen as he lay in bed with his discarded math textbook thrown over his lap, face-down on whatever equation he'd been mulling over.

They'd been swapping texts every day since Izuku had come back, varying from silly snippets to downright deep conversations that were embarrassing to reread but Katsuki did anyway when he waited for Midoriya to reply when he was too busy. To say it warmed his heart would be too sappy for him to admit even internally.

They seemed to learn new things about each other every day, shedding layers upon the personalities they clearly didn't know as well as they thought. For instance Katsuki never knew Izuku made art, varying from fan art of All Might or a recent show he'd been venturing into or of their friends; even of Katsuki himself in the enthralls of spiky yellow and orange haloing around him and bursting from his hands. And Izuku never knew Katsuki wrote, in the attempts to make sense of his whirlwind of emotions and tone down the amount of times he snapped.

Now, he was fighting a smile as he read over the last few texts while waiting for Izuku's reply, scrolling back and forth while occasionally glancing at the picture he'd set on his contact. Every time he remembered when he'd taken it, when they'd been training together. It was of his side profile, a smile working on the edge of his lips as if he were amused by something even though he was just looking at the sky past his fingers, letting full cowling cascade off of his fingers, making his eyes glow neon while his hair got tousled by the wind.

Below read simply as the contact name; Nerd 🥦.

And he knew that he was saved as "Kacchan 💥", with a picture of him in his uniform, done up with a tie and a tired smile as he looked to the side. It was part of a picture where he'd been looking at Izuku, unamused at being forced into the tie but bemused at being tugged by the end of it by the nerd himself for being what he quoted as 'a grump'.

Nerd 🥦: Rembr when u knew abt that restaurant?

Izuku was notorious for texting like the cliched teenager while the blond himself seemed almost programmed to write things out grammatically correct.

Yeah?

Nerd 🥦: Since when did u learn frnch?

Years ago, I guess. My old man taught me.

I always found it sweet when he'd call the hag these endearing names even though it was a bit sappy and embarrassing to hear.

Nerd 🥦: Awwwwee Kacchan!

Nerd 🥦: What would he say?

Silly things.

Nerd 🥦: cmon i wanna knowww

Siighhh

Fine.

He'd say "Ma femme est si jolie" and she'd say "Je pense que, mon mari est si jolie aussi"

Or he'd say "Ma chérie" when trying to calm her down.

Nerd 🥦: Ohhh ... I dont get it but it sounds rlly sweet

And before Katsuki could tap on the keyboard he saw the bubbles pop up and waited. He always waited, not wanting to cut off anything Izuku planned to say by responding too early, since he didn't want him to hold it back.

Then, after what seemed like five minutes.

Nerd 🥦: Je pense que Kacchan est très jolie

Nerd 🥦: Did I do it right?

He threw his phone.

Downright chucked it onto the mattress with a short scream, scrambling onto his feet and clenching his fists. Covering his mouth as he gasped, staring wide eyed at the open screen.

Izuku only knew one other language and that was English, but google translate was a thing and for all Katsuki knew, he knew what that meant. But for god's sake it meant so much to be called pretty even in a language he didn't speak.

Perhaps it took him too long to reply, pacing back and forth with giddy little gasps and his fists shaking as he tried to figure out why he had such a strong reaction; though it probably had something to do with how it'd been something he'd wanted to experience ever since watching his father treat his mother so greatly. From watching them be so loving and endearing. Whatever the reason, whatever the timing, Izuku called him.

Scrambling, Katsuki fumbled to pick it up, bounding back upon his bed face-down to hide the flush to his face as he peeked up a bit to answer.

He was met with the equally flustered face of his childhood friend, large emerald eyes trained to the screen to find him before a low chuckle left him with a grin. "Did I say something I wasn't supposed to? I feel like maybe I should've figured out what it meant first."

Katsuki watched Izuku's arm move, hand behind his head to scratch awkwardly as his sleeve rode up his strongly defined bicep. Even through the flickering camera he could see the freckles dusted over his arm. "Maybe. You have no idea what you said, do you?"

"Ah.. No?" Izuku smiled a bit more, a laugh brimming beneath his squinting eyes as he looked away. He was in his room as well, leaning back against his desk with a pencil behind his ear, an All Might poster peeking from behind him. "Okay maybe I do now. I had to run it through google translate but! But!" He waved his hand as he noticed Katsuki about to hang up out of embarrassment, already sitting up with his ears burning red. "I meant it! Je pense que Kacchan est très jolie."

Katsuki flustered all the more, the two going silent as he stared at him in disbelief, sputtering at Izuku's jumbled up speech. He had the weirdest accent around the words, broken and disoriented but deepened with a low husk of emotion; the same emotion that showed within his earnest gaze. A confession.

"I think Kacchan is so pretty."

Quietly Katsuki confessed, in French. Confessed in a very hidden way, as if he hadn't screamed it internally for years. As if he didn't harbor it in his gaze, begging Izuku to keep his eyes on him. As if he didn't show it with his ever encompassing, growing softness for his childhood friend. He confessed what he felt, what he thinks he's always felt, over and over again. "Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime, Izuku."

He'd never press his luck and say it in words Izuku would understand. But, something about Izuku's smile told him that he already knew.

His smile seemed to say; I love you too.