The Great Katsuki Bakugou Textmergency

Sweet tart

Hey girl hey, can you do me a solid and make sure Midoriya doesn't check his phone?

You're being weird Pinky Pie...

I'll explain later. Please?

This better be good...

Oh trust me. It's... something...

[Kissy-face emoji]

[Tongue lick emoji]

"Ok stop!"

Izuku's not sure why Ochako had been so talkative during lunch, but the conversation helped clear his head of self-deprecating thoughts of Katsuki actively avoiding him.

Those thoughts come harpooning back into him after they finish their free training period for the day.

"You were amazing, Kacchan!" Izuku says, still trying to catch his breath. He's a little hurt that Katsuki had decided to spar with Kirishima, but whatever, they don't need to train together all the time.

"Huh? Oh. Sure."

Izuku opens his locker and starts changing out of his hero gear. "I mean... from what I could see of it..." because the two had gone to the furthest away space from him. "You're really improving."

"Yeah," then Katsuki pulls his top over his head, grabbing a towel to wipe down the sweat.

"... are you sure you're all right?" Not that Katsuki's much for small talk but he does, at least, openly engage with Izuku.

"Yep."

Izuku waits a beat then, "Are you... gonna ask me how my training went?"

At least a have you gotten stronger will suffice, but Katsuki ends up blurting out, "Why?"

Izuku laughs through the sudden crack he feels in his heart. "Nothing! Just... you usually do. Well, actually, we usually train together but-"

"Shitty Hair wanted to work with me today."

"Oh! Yeah! That's fine!" Izuku hates how much his voice squeaks, how he feels the need to jump back like this is middle school Kacchan all over again. "Just..."

Katsuki — now undressed with a towel around his waist — says, "We'll spar tomorrow. Or next week. Whatever," then he walks off toward the showers.

"Y-yeah! Whatever! Sounds great!"

Katsuki doesn't even look back at him.

"Sounds... great..."