Envious Desire /bkdk/ College AU

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Katsuki

He's sitting on a defective loudspeaker, observing with a smile on his face as the band and I practice. My arms are aching from how hard I'm hitting the drums, focused on pure perfections.

The members have finally improved their skills as I forced them to practice more. We sound good as fuck, like recordlabel worthy. We write all our music now even though we started with covers. If I want to become a famous worldwide rockstar, I need to start putting out music even in college. I had planned for a solo-ride in that world, but as much as I hate to admit it, I sound better with other instruments backing me up. We've all become close too, so it would be a pain in the ass for them to miss me of course.

But besides that, I grin as Izuku claps in full admiration. He'll be my number one fan for sure. His eyes should stay focused on me and just me.

"You guys are incredible! Is this one of your new tunes?" He hops off the speaker, walking over to hand me his water bottle which I gulp down with much grace.

"Thanks bro! This ones all Bakugou, he's been writing great stuff! Guess he's actually onto something." Kirishima laughs and gets a drumstick thrown at him.

"See Izuku? This is how doing your shit should feel. It should be difficult, but pleasing. It should be time consuming but giving you pleasure of starting it in the first place. Get it nerd?" The other members nod their head excited, trying to prove my point.

He's biting his plump bottom lip, eyes wandering around and legs bopping up and down. 

"I do enjoy dancing, I was just tired. You took me too seriously, Kacchan." He hops off and crosses his arms before I come walking over and give him a mirroring annoyed look. 

"Yeah well I don't care. Your words are your words even if you regret them."

The next hour we're in an empty practice room, with Izuku pulling his pants down, revealing dark blue tights and taking me off guard. The shirt comes off next, the tank top showing what's rightfully mine.

It's after-hours, the students bantering and cheering loudly outside but my only focus is on him. He's enchanting and willing to make me lose my shit whenever. A match is a match. 

"Come on, help me stretch." He sits down in the middle of the studio, facing the mirror and pointing for me to sit down. I had just put on some sweatpants, cause you aint ever seeing me in fucking tights. Why trap my junk? Insane.

He has his legs spread and starts leaning forward. Does he want me to do the same, cause flexibility is off the charts. 

"What? How the fuck am I-"

"Get behind me loser, bend me over further." He laughs and Katsuki Bakugou does not get embarrassed.

Pushing his back more forward I can't help but be amazed. He touches flat out the floor, stretching with ease. It takes months if not years to keep up with his physique as I have to keep up my strength for drumming in the gym and with sex- "We should try this in the bedroom sometimes. Fuck your ass is so-" I'm not ashamed for my words but am quickly hit in the nose by the back of his head and yelling; "Katsuki!"

When we're all warmed up and limps stretched to goddamn mars, I play some music on my phone to begin moving the mood. "I thought I was going to teach you ballet." He huffs and rolls his eyes while tiptoeing up and down, very impatient. "We're here to have fun and relax for once, not get classic."

The Best Part by Daniel Caesar and H.E.R. starts playing. It's corny, I  know, but I still hold my hand out for him to take it. The way he flickers his eyelashes, looking at me with a displeased but weirdly excited expression just sparks more fun.