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It was nearing the end of their third year in high school when they stood under a bus stop, the rest of the world drowned out by the sound of pitter-pattering raindrops.
It was cold, and Izuku's leaning his head on Katsuki's shoulder, his hand cupped by Bakugou, who massaged the tensed muscles and achy joints. His scarred arm was quite the hassle when it was freezing.
Izuku, Katsuki had noticed, has changed a lot. Livelier. He's glowing, happier, taller- only a few inches short of Bakugou's height. His baby fat was almost gone, but the freckles and permanently windswept hair kept his boyish persona. Deku's muscled were firmer, flexing with power with each kick and punch, proof that he worked so hard to get where he was now. God knows he deserves those three gold medals from the internationals.
There was gonna be more to come- they were only seventeen, a whole career and life ahead of them.
It was a surprise that he can sympathize now- hell, he became a fucking crybaby (Katsuki will never admit that it makes him more endearing). It was.. a relief. He seemed less scary and more approachable like that.
And Katsuki, oh, he knows he's changed too. His old hag never shut up about him mellowing out. He was quiet, more.. understanding, thanks to the therapy they put him through.
And, well, he can confidently say that maybe, he's enough for Izuku this time.
"I love you."
Izuku smiles, lashes fluttering and lids drooping sleepily. "I love you too, Kacchan."
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It hit Katsuki that this was the last sports festival they're ever going to have as he's awarded second place.
He's not mad, no. Quite the contrary, since he's grinning back at a tearful Izuku, sniffling when Aizawa-the old coot- pats his shoulder as he awards him the gold medal.
"I'm proud of you, Bakugou." He's older, more rugged, but Katsuki doesn't miss the pride twinkling in his old's teacher's eyes, and he returns the look with fiery determination as the roar of the crowd makes his heart thump against his chest.
"Thanks, old man."
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Fiksi Penggemar"Deku," He murmured, thumbing over the pale skin covered in a sprinkle of light faded freckles, his breath becoming visible and ghosting against the other's cheek from the freezing cold. Red irises caught toxic green ones, his heart clenching- maki...
