𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | dkbk 𖤐.

VII. It's time!

Midoriya Izuku never thought too hard about being in a relationship. A real relationship.

Sure, he's had crushes, he's had reciprocation in some instances, and they were as sweet as one could have them. They would warm him up, make his chest thud, ignite a little tremble in his hands, but nothing was quite as solid as what he has now with Katsuki.

He's never thought too hard about it being with Katsuki until lately, either.

They are together. They are together. And Izuku is feeling it more and more by the day. This grounding thing between them - a juxtaposition, more like. Because even though it's steady beneath his feet, it still puts a quiver under his skin.

As sure as he knows that he belongs beside Katsuki in all sorts of manners, there are still things that shake him with disbelief. Details, developments, and sometimes, even the mere thought of being Katsuki's.

Another one of those would be the startling realization that Kacchan loves kissing.

Izuku likes it as well, of course. He'll never tire of licking into Katsuki's warmth, of tracing his teeth with his tongue, of having Katsuki's lips seeking his so openly - but that's the thing, Katsuki just keeps seeking it. At any opportunity.

When they come down the stairs in the mornings, Katsuki would fist his clothes to stop him mid-step just to steal a few, unhurried pecks before muttering a gruff 'morning' and going on with his life. During the quick minutes of them getting into their hero costumes to jump into official training, while one of them cooks in the evenings, when they have breaks between classes, when Izuku sits next to him on the couch, at the kitchen counter, when they pass by each other-

Just a tilt of his head and a flutter of his blond lashes, and Izuku knows that he wants a kiss. A cock of his head, chin lifting a bit, lips parted and slightly bitten, as if he'd thought of it seconds before, and Izuku feels himself leaning forward to comply. No more wondering about it, and even less hesitation from both of them. It's dizzying, even if they only lock lips most of the time.

Nothing went over a bit of tongue action since Kirishima interrupted them in Katsuki's room, but Izuku doesn't feel like it's a stall. Perhaps their busy schedules make it harder and harder to be alone for long, or it's the fact that Izuku is not confident enough to barge in Katsuki's room and steal his time just yet, or maybe they just didn't have the right mood for it.

But there are certain moments that bring a kind of heat, and he thinks them beyond arousing desperation. He'll admit that he loves those most of all, if asked.

For nothing compares to Katsuki's quiet need surfacing enough for him to tug Izuku into an empty hallway or classroom of U.A. until he's gently pressed against the wall and pliant under Izuku's mouth. There are few words shared, then, just Izuku's forearms braced on the wall by Katsuki's head, and his legs caught between Katsuki's muscled thighs.

Their groins are pressed together, yet they don't make a move to grind harder, to alleviate any sort of pressure. The only thing building are Izuku's little sighs when Katsuki grows bold to slide his tongue inside his mouth and explore, or when he gets to bite Katsuki's full bottom lip and tug it until Katsuki gives a soft moan.

"You love taking a fucking bite out of me, don't you?" Katsuki murmurs one time after Izuku left a particularly nasty bite on the corner of his mouth.

Izuku hums, throaty, and leans forward a bit to give his upper lip a soft nibble, just to tease. Katsuki huffs, but never does anything to deter him.

Because he loves it, he truly does. He seems to especially adore when Izuku cups his neck on both sides and presses his thumbs under his jawline to keep his head tilted back. Or when their tongues slide against each other so languid that it's the only point of contact between them.