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𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓿𝓮!

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𝓘𝔃𝓾𝓴𝓾'𝓼 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭.

"K-Kacchan! N-Nice to see you!" He stammered, standing up.

It was quickly arranged that Izuku should go downstairs where his mother and yours were talking, leaving just you and Katsuki.

"So, what was Deku doing here?" He ordered, sitting down next to you.

"The big news..." you murmured, looking down at your lap.

"Why the fuck are you speaking as if he's pregnant?" Katsuki said with a scowl.

You looked disgust. "What in the Gacha—"

"In the what?"

The rest of the day ended up being an awkward dinner with Inko, your mother, you, Katsuki and Izuku. Inko kept on asking Katsuki 'how Mitsuki is', 'how are your studies going' and an awkward question.

"Why don't you come over and hang out with Izuku someday?"

Katsuki looked down at his plate and spoon loudly across it, making you wince. Your mother frowned, and then there was a long silence.

Katsuki was still looking down at his plate, unblinking, and Izuku gulped.

"No... thanks..."

You and your mother instinctively looked at Inko, who just smiled at the ash-blonde, but the hurt in her expression was clear as day. Izuku looked like he was about to cry too.

"U-Um, shall I take your plate, Katsuki?" Your mother nervously offered.

Katsuki nodded politely and pushed his plate towards your mum, and then headed upstairs. Without looking at you, he beckoned you over with a finger, and you immediately left the table without a word and ran after him.

And what he said was shocking.

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The next day, you couldn't get Katsuki's words out of your head.

Dammit, the smooth bastard.

You sighed sadly, scrolling through TikTok. Why were Korean girls so fucking pretty? Like, bi panic! Their makeup was soo cute! And their school uniforms. And their, literally, everything.

Suddenly, your door slammed open.

Katsuki stormed into your room, flopping face first onto your bed, grabbing your pillow and screaming as loud as he could into it.

You winced, overwhelming worry flooding your brain.

"Katsuki. Katsuki? Stop, please." You asked, gently shaking him.

But he didn't stop, continuously screaming into the poor pillow. Soon, his screams got shorter and shorter, until he was panting, his screams more like high-pitched screeches, and you realised he was crying. You backed up a little, giving him space as he cried and wailed into your pillow, soaking the white fabric.

He was just fine the day before, telling you all sorts of things that made your heart race after dinner. So what was the deal with him now?

He then slowly removed his face, and your eyes widened with shock.

It looked like he'd cried before as well, his eyes extremely red, puffy and glossy, his eyeliner he worked so hard on every morning ruined. His cheeks and nose were also red and tear-stained, his hair messier than usual. He had plasters and scrapes and scratches all over his body, as if he'd had a fight. Battle training? It was only the second day, wasn't it...?

After a while, he murmured, "Fucking Deku..."

No... it can't be about last night, can it...?

He then started repeatedly punching the pillow, hard, crying out, "Fucking Deku!"

The crack in his voice made you want to cry too, as tears continued to stream down his cheeks as he made a dent in your pillow.

"Katsuki, stop!" You begged, your own tears falling.

Katsuki turned to face you and immediately stopped at the sight of your tears. He didn't want to upset you, dammit. He wasn't that type of fucking guy.

He immediately crawled up to you and planted soft, sloppy kisses all over your cheeks, in a quick, hurried manner. He seemed breathless, as if he couldn't stop. He didn't stop at your cheeks either. He softly kissed your neck and then your lips, and you kissed him back, confused.

This kiss wasn't quick and unreadable like last time, but full of emotion and vulnerability.

He parted for a moment, breathing heavily and looking into your eyes, his own crimson ones teary.

"I fucking love you."

And with that, he reunited your lips again, urgently tangling his hand with your hair as if he couldn't let go or stop. Every time he stopped for a breath or to let you, he'd immediately carry on the kiss straight after, as if he would die if he stopped for too long.

After a while, Katsuki was laying down on your bed, breathing heavily, looking up at the ceiling. Your head was on his chest, fast asleep. He looked down at you fondly, before looking back up and closing his own eyes. He let a hand go to your hair, gently massaging your scalp.

His phone buzzed, and he looked down at it, instantly scowling.

Izuku

hey kacchan

im really sorry about the fight

it got rlly heated ik

y did (y/n) have 2 get involved tho

You

stfu nerd

not like u didnt have anything to say about her

get ur germy fucking hands away from her

Izuku has blocked you. Click here to find out more.

Katsuki frowned in annoyance. He didn't care. As long as Izuku stayed away.

He then sighed.

Of course he wouldn't. You two were best buddies or something now.

What else could he contact Izuku on... hmm... Wattpad, right?

Writing those shitty All Might fanfics. He thought irritably as he opened the app.

He clicked on amdori3 and had a quick peek at his books, instantly cringing.

"'Ties that Bind, All Might x Reader Fantasy AU', 'Won't Stop me From Returning to Shore, All Might x Merman Read—', these are all gay as hell and weird... he's like, fifty-somethin', ain't he?" He muttered in disgust.

He then scrolled back up to his conversations and ordered 'unblock me I need to tell u something' and then closed the app.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before closing his own eyes and drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓼, 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽.

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