The Happiness of Three (Todobakudeku)

I see you haven't let go of that stupid nickname

"I see you haven't let go of that stupid nickname."

"Ah- sorry, Katsuki." The other boy frowned at that. Why? Isn't that what he wanted? He always hated that nickname, even since they were small.

"When are you off?"

"Off?"

"Off your shift, dumbass." Explosive temper, unfortunately uncanny to the Katsuki he knew.

"About twenty minutes." That was a lie, but, Izuku knew if he told Ms. Chiyo that his childhood friend/famous drummer was about to whisk him off somewhere, she'd let him go. After all, she was kind, and really liked him.
"Meet me outside then." Katsuki scowled to hide the embarrassment of asking, practically slammed the money he owed on the table and sauntered away without another word. When Izuku went to pick up the money he noticed two things out of place. The first of which was a piece of paper with a string of numbers and a very large tip. The former appeared to be a phone number.

Fifteen minutes later, Izuku was practically tearing his hair out watching the clock tick by as he approached the only stable and unchanging thing of his day, or even his life: the boy with mismatched red and white hair seemingly split down the middle, and grey and blue eyes. To people who weren't Izuku, this boy would be the strange. Definitely not a bad strange by any standard; he was very handsome, even with the angry scar over his blue eye, but strange nonetheless. What made him so normal to the nervous boy was that he came in, every day, at the exact same time, and ordered the exact same thing: an ice water and a blueberry muffin.
"Good evening, Shochan! Same thing as always?"

"Yes, thank you, Midoriya." Despite the monotonous and what-appeared-to-be uninterested reply, Shoto Todoroki and Izuku had become very close as they would usually have long conversations because Shoto would come at the quietest time.

Izuku had already prepared what he wanted and set it down in front of him.
"I'm sorry, Shoucchan but I can't talk today, and I told you to call me Izuku!" He puffed.

"Sorry, Izuku," he smiled slightly, "It's okay. I'll see you tomorrow." Shouto was always so kind to him and really funny surprisingly to some people, and definitely not hard to look at... Okay so maybe Izuku had a tiny crush on him, but he was pretty sure that was a given for everyone.

He should hurry up, Katsuki was waiting and if he was anything like he remembered, he hated waiting. He scrambled to get his apron off and hang it up neatly. He was greeted outside by a loud complaint. "Oi! Took you long enough."

"Sorry, Katsuki, I was talking to Shochan!"

"And who on God's green earth is 'Shochan'?'" Izuku could swear that he heard a growl from the boy next to him.

"Just a regular," Izuku thought about adding a 'Why? Jealous?' On the end of that sentence but he didn't feel like explaining to people how he ended up in hospital, "what did you want to talk about?"

"How are you?" He was taken aback by that. Katsuki? Concerned about him? The hesitation was thick in the air and Izuku noticed a light blush dusting the explosive boy's cheeks.

"I'm... fine, what about you?"

"Okay, let's cut the bullshit pleasantries, I know you have a question, you have that stupid look on your face."

"What are you doing back here? You moved away."

"Well, I know that, don't I, nerd? I'm back here because I felt like it, 'kay? The band wants to locate here so who am I to fucking complain?" Izuku shrunk and became quiet. He didn't know why that hurt him. Maybe he would've liked to have the illusion that their meetings wasn't an accident, but something Katsuki intended to happen.

"Oh... okay. I think you dropped this." He stuck his hand out with the money Bakagou left on the table, it was a too large amount to be a tip. Especially given to someone like him. He was just stupid Deku. The tears pricked at his eyes. His insecurities threatened to spill out right there, they were suffocating him, he was drowning. He couldn't cry in front of Kacchan- no, Katsuki, he didn't care about him that much to let him call him that.

His train of thought was broken when he felt a hand curl his fingers so he was gripping the money.

"Keep it. It's yours, and you don't actually have to stop calling me Kacchan if you don't want to." He mumbled, seemingly reading his mind,"there's this shitty party that I'm being forced to go to. Come with me."

"Are you being serious?"

"No you're on Pranked, there's the camera- of fucking course I'm being serious." Izuku smiled slightly at the joke and relaxed a bit.

"Can I go home and change?"

"What's wrong with that outfit?"

"You like this?" The green eyed boy blushed and look up and down his outfit: a pair of black jeans, his white button up work shirt, and a worn-in baggy red hoodie that he always wore.

"Yea- whatever! Let's just go!" He smiled and looked at the vehicle Katski was mounting. He paled. He has got to be kidding. He'd have to find another way to get to the party.

"A motorcycle?"

[900 words]

A/N:
Ahhh I feel like this is too fast paced?
But, yay, Shoto!

That's all for now! Bye!