The Beast

Trick or treat

Izuku was on his way home back from a Halloween party he had been forced to attend by his best friend and probably worst enemy Ochako.

He really tried to cancel on her last minute but all his excuses have been shot down before he could even finish them.

So, putting on his cute ghost costume also courtesy by Ochako since she knew him too well, knew he wouldn’t buy a costume for himself just so he could cancel on her and took the matter in her own hands. He had made his way to the party, thrown by a guy he couldn’t even stand, and tried to avoid Ochako before she could force him into more activities that he would regret later. Izuku had mostly been successful, only coming out of hiding when he deemed, he had been long enough at the party that he could leave without being impolite.

He said his goodbyes to his friends, excusing himself from Ochako with a project he had to work on that was due next week, and tried to be the polite guy his mother raised him to be by thanking the host.

It was just after midnight when Izuku left the excessive big house, a mansion really, and made his way through the forest in front of it to get back into his dorm room, curl under his blanket and sleep through the weekend. How did his fellow students’ have so much energy when Izuku just wanted to fall into a sleep coma after finishing all his assignments? ( not as bad as college work😱)
Izuku had been deep in his thoughts, walking the muddy path surrounded by trees with dead leaves on them, that he didn’t hear or notice the rustling of steps, creaking of dead branches, as someone, something, was coming closer and closer. Until he found himself face pushed into the dirt on the ground. Dazed and confused he blinked a few times, trying to get up, move any muscle but someone was sitting on his back, pushing his face harder into the ground. Izuku tried to say something but it was muffled. It had to be someone from the party who saw him leaving and now they wanted to play a Halloween prank on him. Wow. What an asshole on whoever it is.

He trashed harder but whoever it was, they were stong. He felt hot breath hitting his ear as the person leaned down, growling into his ear.

“If you don’t want to be hurt then stop struggling, nerd.”

The familiar voice made him relax, going lax in the hold of his capture. Kacchan Izuku didn’t even know he had been at the party too, usually Kacchan didn’t care about this kind of events, just like Izuku, and told everyone who tried to persuade him to piss off – finally loosened his grip a little. Yanking Izuku by his hair so he wasn’t eating dirt anymore, he licked along his jaw up to his cheeks to clean his face, making a shudder run down Izuku’s spine.

“Kacchan...?”

He gasped as he felt the wet tongue close to the corner of his mouth. Cleaning half of his face before sliding to the other side. Izuku shivered when a cold blow of air hit his now wet face.

“What are you doing?”

Kacchan halted for a moment before deciding to ignore Izuku, shrugging off his protests, and cleaning him until there wasn’t any dirt patch left on his red tinted face. When he was satisfied, eyes roaming over Izuku’s confused face, he got up of the smaller boy’s back, still holding onto him to make sure he couldn’t escape him. Though Izuku wouldn’t have bolted out even if Kacchan let go of him because he trusted his longtime "friend" and crush. He was about to ask him again what this was all about but closed his parted lips, just to part them again, looking like a fish out of water.
Green eyes roamed over the shape of the other was he taller? who towered over him like some kind of, extremely good looking man meat with piercing red eyes.