Secret Kisses (KatsuDeku)

07 - How to Confess

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A week later, Izuku became overwhelmed with his feelings. Katsuki's smile and laugh invaded his thoughts often. The way he looked away and rubbed his neck when he got nervous. The way he blushed. Izuku came to love a flustered Katsuki Bakugou (he loved any sort of a Katsuki Bakugou, to be fair). Izuku was completely in love and he was only falling harder.

One night, he found he couldn't exactly focus on his homework because of thoughts that circled around a certain blonde. Which sort of said a lot; Izuku was almost as meticulous about studying as Iida was. He sighed in exasperation and twirled a strand of curly green hair around his finger. He pushed himself out of the chair sat at his desk, walking to his bed and grabbing his phone. He turned on the screen, a name lighting up his face.

Katsuki Bakugou. Of course, Izuku thought. Just the guy I was thinking of. He bit on his lower lip gently, sliding his thumb across the screen quickly to read the awaiting message.

Kacchan: Yo, you busy?

He wasn't.

Izu: Sort of. I'm studying..

Why did he even say that? Now Katsuki probably wouldn't talk to him any longer. He wold probably say something like okay then, nerd and leave Izuku alone. He didn't want that! The green haired over thinker sunk his teeth gently into his lower lip as he saw the indication that Katsuki was replying. What if what he had wanted to say (or do) was important? What if now he wouldn't say a word and—

Kacchan: Nerd. Can you pause for a sec and step outside?

Izuku blinked, dumbfounded. Why outside? It wasn't like Katsuki was at his house. It was late on a school night, there was no way he would do that. Yet, there was the implication. Izuku set his phone down and scrambled to his window, looking out. And of course, there stood the Katsuki Bakugou, leaning against a lamppost and glaring down at his phone.

He looked so handsome. Izuku's heart panged with a soft tug of emotion. Katsuki's hair was disheveled as if he had been sleeping moments ago. He had a single hand dangling from his pants' pocket. The streetlights gave his champagne locks a sweet glow. He had one foot propping himself up against the warm lamppost. How did he manage to look so cool?

Before Izuku's mind could catch up, he had his signature red shoes on and he was swinging his front door open. Katsuki snapped his head to the smaller teen instantaneously, his glare softening if ever just slightly.

"Kacchan! W-What are you doing here?! It's late!" Izuku stepped forward, into the dimly lit neighborhood. Katsuki simply rolled his eyes. "No duh, it's late." He paused, almost as though he was nervous. "I wanna show you.. some place. It looks the best late at night." Izuku blinked dumbly at the blonde. Why now? Katsuki could've just as easily took him to this some place on the weekend instead of on a school night. Maybe he forgot though, Maybe Katsuki kept wanting to show Izuku the place but couldn't find the right moment? Maybe now was the best moment? Izuku nodded. "Okay."