THE FIRST THREE weeks that followed were definitely interesting.
In the first week, Ochako asked Izuku about what she saw. Being one of his best friends, he naturally told her everything– excluding his engagement with Katsuki because well, she and Iida already knew about that.
Ochako was a little hesitant on agreeing with Izuku's choices, but she understood his reasoning and let it go.
In the second week, it quickly became noticeable that Todoroki and Midoriya had become alot closer. Their classmates naturally began to ask questions- to which both boys skillfully avoided.
Bakugou grew more and more malcontented.
Lastly, by the third week, the two were officially in a relationship. Todoroki was the type to display public affection- something all the students in their year found out soon. He was always rubbing Midoriya's cheek lovingly, or pecking him on the forehead at the most random times.
It left Izuku flustered every time.
And it pissed Bakugou off beyond explanation.
It was heading to four o'clock in the afternoon. Most of class 3A were seated in the common room, discussing the highlights of the day's class and their plans for the upcoming weekend. These gatherings had somewhat become a daily ritual for the well bonded group of teens.
"Does anyone need help with the hero research essay that's due tomorrow?" Yaoyorozu asked, her brows furrowing in concern for her classmates.
Aoyama bristled at the mention of homework. "I'd rather not stress myself out with that. Stress is the enemy of beauty."
In the farthest end of the couch, Midoriya was comfortably seated in Todoroki's lap. The submissive leaned further into his boyfriend's chest and closed his eyes peacefully.
Bakugou, pretending to be uninterested in his classmates' conversation, sat cross legged on a bean bag on the opposite side of the room, a bag of spicy chips in hand. He saw the couple, and began munching on his chips more aggressively than before.
"Shit, it's a good thing you reminded me, Yaoyorozu," Kaminari slapped one hand over his forehead comically. He turned to Sero accusingly. "Some people don't like to help me out."
Sero's mouth gaped. "You dick, I already told you that we had homework when you asked for edibles earlier. You know you shouldn't get high on homework nights–"
Kaminari coughed violently, trying to prevent his classmates from hearing about his lasp in judgement. "Shut up, Hanta," he whisper yelled, ignoring the chuckles from his peers.
"No. You're making me look like an unreliable mate."
Kirishima and Mina, who were seated closely together, cringed in unison. The latter of the two raised her hand hesitantly, her bright hazel eyes widening nervously. "Actually, Momo, we could use some help."
Yaoyorozu smiled radiantly, clapping once to gather everyone's attention. "Okay, guys, we're heading up to my room! Bring your materials!" She said excitedly before hurrying to her room. Aoyama begrudgingly followed, along with Jirou, Denki, Sero, Kirishima, and Mina.
"Oh? Miss Smartass needs help? I guess we aren't that different after all," Kaminari snickered at Jirou.
"Don't get your hopes up, I just like being around my girlfriend," Jirou retorted and flicked Denki's forehead playfully.
Tsuyu turned to Ochako, the concern in her voice betraying her otherwise blank face. "Do you need help with the essay, Ochako-chan?" She asked, tilting her head.
Uraraka chuckled. "I'm just a little stuck on the conclusion. It's fine, though."
Iida entered the room, sporting a blue tee and black capris.
Midoriya leaned up, smiling brightly. "Hey, Iida! Where were you?"
"He was totally spending time with Hatsume again," Ochako grinned playfully and Iida flushed red.
"You've got it all wrong, it's not like that–"
"You two do seem to be close, though. I saw her winking at you when she passed our class earlier." Todoroki pitched in bluntly, unable to read the room as usual, and so he didn't notice Iida's desperation to change the subject.
"Enough about four eyes," Katsuki cut in, surprising everyone. Iida sighed in relief, never thinking that he'd be grateful to him.
The alpha's bloody pupils stared right into a pair of green ones as he said, "Who gives a fuck about relationships anyway?"
The other students only shook their heads at Bakugou's usual rash behavior, but Izuku's group of friends frowned a bit. They knew what he really meant.
Izuku smirked, just a little.
Let's see how long you can keep that facade up.
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There was a knock at the door.
"Come in." Katsuki's voice was uncharacteristically soft.
Izuku entered, wearing a large T-shirt that ended mid thigh, and nothing underneath. He smiled.
"Hi Kacchan."
He strolled over to stand in front of the blonde, who'd been frozen in place on his bed. Izuku lifted one leg and swung it over Katsuki's torso, straddling him.
"Kacchan, I have a problem. Can you help me with it?" He breathed softly into the alpha's ear, taking the boy's hand and allowing him to feel the bare skin underneath.
The smell of Jasmine enveloped the two, boderline suffocating Bakugou.
"Kacchan." Izuku hummed, leaning in closer.
"Kacchan."
"Kacchan."
Katsuki jolted awake. He was sweaty, disoriented, and painfully hard.
He could've sworn he heard Deku speaking directly to him. Maybe he was going insane.
Holy shit, that felt realistic. Why'd I have to wake up at the worst time??
He peered down at his boxers, noticing that there was a damp spot. Great.
"How the fuck-?"
Miserable because he know had to take care of his boner, Katsuki sat up and clenched his jaw.
In the neighboring room, a certain green headed boy sat patiently by his window.
Izuku poked his head through the window and hummed. His plan had worked, and the scent Katsuki was emitting proved that.
When Izuku was sure Katsuki was asleep (courtesy of his self-imposed curfew), he opened his window and released his Jasmine scent– knowingly taunting Katsuki in his sleep.
The omega crawled into bed, drifting off to sleep with a smirk plastered onto his face.
You have no idea how far I'll go, Kacchan.
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I'm honestly very unsatisfied with this chapter but it be like that ig 😔
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