Envious Desire /bkdk/ College AU

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Izuku

"One two three, one two three, one two three." The teacher repeats while clapping her hands and watching us do the routine from corner to corner. With the number twenty on my chest, the other judges write their notes down. It's the third audition of the year and I feel confident that I made it. I've worked hard, trained hard and kept my chin up even when things got rough.

When it's finally done, sweat covering my forehead, Ochako and I walk out, arm in arm.

"It's funny how things turned out."

"In what way?" I ask as we head over to campus.

"We're both dating the loves of our lives, made new friends and found happiness in this extremely competitive world. I never thought life could change in such a short period of time. I kind of thought college would be horrible before I met you and the others."

"Ochako, I couldn't agree with you more. All this scary stuff has become tolerable and fun with you. I'm so glad that our audition went well too, we really did nail it. Guess we gotta stick together, right?"  "Absolutely." Bright smiles on our faces, we walk our path down to success.

With a quick shower in my one hour break, it's time to visit my boyfriend. My boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou, brutally honest, handsome and strong, therefore everything I desire. 

Walking towards 6b, I come to find out he isn't there. Strange. I do find Kaminari who tells me he's at the gym hall. I decide to talk with him for a bit, listening to his most exciting thoughts before heading off once again. 

I knew that he kept his body in well-shape, but him to work out in his break between classes is next level. Maybe I should have expected it then, he is next level.  

With normal jeans and a shirt on, I feel extremely out of place. He has earbuds in as he lifts weight, his normal angry focused face on. I'm still flushed from the audition, so the sweaty hot men here are making the heat unbearable. Obviously I only have my actual eyes on him. No guy could ever compete.

He spots me through the mirror in front of him and to see his eyes soften gives me such a loving feeling. He makes me feel special.

Putting the weights down and earbuds out, he turns to me with a grin on his face. With a black tank top and sweats on, he shows his arm tattoos in all glory, a shimmer of sweat covering his body. "Hey."

I smile, stepping closer and stroking a hand over his shoulder. The muscles feel tense under my touch, the muscles strong in bulky under the strokes of my fingers. 

"Hi."

"Crazy seeing you here." He teases, looking me up and down before standing up. His height towering over me every time. The glint in his eyes makes me melt more than his ever-being.

"Well it's your fault." I huff, letting my hand flow down the length of his arm and not making eye contact.

"Why's that?"

"I always come to find you, you're just not always where I think you are. You make it really hard for me." I stand on my tiptoes and lean in to kiss his cheek.

"I texted you. You should know by now that I wouldn't leave before telling you."

"Oh, whoops." Stupid, stupid. He makes me stupid. Stupid in stupid love.

"You're fine, let's go. I'd rather hang with you then lift some weights." He knows exactly how to comfort me. "Okay." I try to hide my excitement, but fail as I fidget with my fingers and he takes my hand to pull me towards the exit. I'll let him lead me anywhere.