Kitty tendencies | BKDK

A duck?

Before you start, thank you so much if you've come this far!! I hope this final part is satisfying and fills you with warmth :D

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Sunlight seeped through the thin blinds, shading his eyelids in splotches of orange and pink, and waking him from a gentle dream. One he held no recollection of as it had faded into an echo of a memory with the arrival of dusk. He knew from the way his skin felt warm and his chest fuzzy that it must've been a good one. 

The bright rays of the sun peeking from the slanted blinds grew sharper as minutes passed. Izuku groaned and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, not fully prepared to find out what would happen if he were to open them to the blinding sunrays. 

He yawned, muscles contracting as he stretched his limbs, pushing the sleep out of his body with a small, relieved hum. Sleeping without a pillow had proved to be utter agony if the bothersome headache was anything to get by. 

Izuku wasn't sure how much longer he could make do without one.

He made a mental note to retrieve one of the extra pillows from the storage room once he got up but snuggled further into the blanket. Figured there was no rush to do anything right now. 

Thankfully, it was the weekend, so he wasn't planning on rushing anything at all, to be frank. 

Saturdays were slow days by societal law, and he was no rule breaker—or was that supposed to be Sunday?

Whatever, it didn't matter. The truth still stands that he'd planned on taking things easy today if the little brat next to him would let him, that is.

Green eyes peered through heavy eyelids still weighed down by sleep, and Izuku hummed, nuzzling his face into the back of spiky blond hair, breathing in the sharp and fresh scent of burned caramel and something smoky. He always liked how Kacchan smelled and couldn't stop his instincts from dipping his nose deeper into it.

Circling his arms around Katsuki, Izuku hummed into the back of his neck. "...smell so nice," he slurred, tightening his grip around Katsuki's bare waist and circling a leg around his hip.

...

That was strange.

Izuku moved the arms clasped around Katsuki up and down, feeling and prodding at the soft skin beneath his fingertips. He then softly traced the several dips and curves of tight muscle.

Wait...

Hold on, muscle? Bare skin?

The blanket rustled where it slipped off the bed, and Izuku opened his eyes in astounded horror when red, and human eyes stared back at him. "Hi." Katsuki said hoarsely, if not a little hesitant, and Izuku could only offer a mere blink in response, arms still tightly wrapped around the other.

They gaped at one another because there was not only one but two profound revelations drowning out the colour from their faces.

Their human faces.

Kacchan was human.

Cat-like features all his own and any feline presence now replaced by humane features. They were still sharp, but Izuku could note a firmer roundness to the curves and hooks he once considered to be edgy.

Katsuki heaved in a breath, lips pulling in taut as he blew air out of his nose, turning his head back so Izuku was now left staring at the back of his flushed neck. "Ka—