lies (katsudeku)

Chapter 7

Izuku's phone was going wild with notifications. He currently had 57 unopened messages. 

One notification caught his eye. It was from Katsuki. 

Izuku quickly unlocked his phone to read the text message that simply said,

Open your fucking balcony.

Izuku quickly ran over to his balcony and flung open the doors, revealing a surprisingly calm Katsuki.

Katsuki was leaning against the rail that surrounded the balcony, staring into the night. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a tight black tank top. His expression was relaxed and emotionless. 

"Kacchan? H-how did you get on here? Why?" Izuku asked, slightly flustered at the boy's current appearance. 

Katsuki's face twisted into a scowl, remembering the past hour's events.

"The fucking old hag posted the pictures online, Kirishima sent them to our entire class, and the shitheads would freak out if they saw me directly walking to your dorm." Katsuki explained.

"Kacchan, you live on the fourth floor." Izuku said in slight awe.

"I fucking know that," Katsuki replied.

There was a long silence. 

"Katsuki?"

"Mhm?"

"Am I allowed to call you that?"

"Does it look like a give a shit? You've been calling me Kacchan for years."

"Katsuki?"

"What the fuck is it?"

"Are you okay?"

"Of course I'm fucking okay what the hell?"

"You're so strong."

Katsuki could feel himself getting slightly flustered. His words came out as weak stammers.

"Shut the fuck up Deku."

Another long silence.

"Izuku?"

"Yes?"

"How bad is it?"

"How bad is what?"

"Your fucking arm, nerd"

"I can still bend the elbow slightly. That's pretty much all."

"Can I see it?"

"Why?"

"Just take off your damn jacket."

Izuku unzipped his jacket slowly and pulled off the one sleeve that covered the supported arm. Katsuki traced the brace gently. He observed the many scars on his arm and how it trembled ever so slightly.

"Who knows about it?" Katsuki questioned as he raised an eyebrow.

Katsuki smoothly ran his finder all the way down Izuku's arm until it reached his hand. Katsuki grabbed his cold hand gently.

"All Might and Recovery Girl. That's all."

"And me?"

"And you, Katsuki."

Izuku paused before speaking again, "Katsuki, can I ask you to do something?"

"Depends, what is it?"

"Please wear your hearing aids."

"Why the-" Katsuki was interrupted by Izuku.

"I am tired of your masochistic behavior. Just wear the damn things. No one is going to think that you're any weaker. I doubt that half of the idiots in our class will even notice, and the ones that do probably won't say anything. Everyone is kind of terrified of you, ya know."

 "Fine."

"You're really agreeing that easily?"

"On one condition."

Izuku swallowed visibly.

"Which is...?"

Before Izuku could finish his sentence, Katsuki tugged on him arm gently which still caused him to lose balance. Katsuki took a step in front of Izuku and turned him slightly, so that his back was against the railing. Katsuki still interlocked one had with Izuku's, while the other cupped his freckled face.

Izuku closed his eyes as Katsuki kissed him, softly. 

The kiss was messy but gentle. Their teeth accidentally knocked together and neither of them had any experience, but Izuku could feel his heart beat faster with every second as Katsuki melted into the kiss. 

Izuku couldn't feel the coldness of the metal rail he was gripping onto with his free hand or the soreness on the bottom of his feet from standing outside wearing only socks. Katsuki couldn't feel the consistent tremble in Izuku's muscular hand or the way his breathing pattern was staring to fluctuate.

All they could feel was warmth.