"Izuku!" {Izuku/male!classmate one-shots}

Katsuki/Izuku

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"A boy," Katsuki huffs. "Is in my realm?"

"Seems so, man." Kirishima shrugs, brow arched and directed to the small, vulnerable sleeping form of some little kid, curled up by the trees' gnarled roots, red butterflies fluttering around his head. "Curious how he got over our walls."

The blond's tail whips around, swishing as he tries to think. "Tsk. How troublesome.." he straightens, clearing his throat. "I'll keep him."

"What?" Kirishima blinks in surprise, before he's met with a deep scowl and glaring red eyes that made him back off just a little bit. "But.. He's..! He's human!"

"And how do you know?"

"It's clear, don't you see? He's not one of us. He lacks our horns, our scales, the red of his skin-"

"For all we know he may be a silkie, missing his hide. The glow of his face is unnatural."

That makes Kirishima look at him strangely, head tilted to examine Katsuki. The latter snarls back.

"You're.. quite adamant, sir."

"Yes, well, I may be cruel," Katsuki bends down to carefully pick the sleeping form of the green-haired kid up, cradling the small body to his chest. "But I do not lack a heart."

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"Kacchan!"

"Katsuki, he bit it!" Kirishima all but squeaks, snatching the poisonous, spotted berry from Izuku's hands- making the kid pout and stomp his foot.

"Give it back!" He shrieks, head butting Kirishima's stomach while Katsuki watches from the trees, red eyes glinting with barely hidden amusement. "Kiri-nii, give me! Give meee!"

The redhead looks at his king imploringly as the boy's shrieks grow more adamant.

"Just give it to him, shitty hair."

"What!?"

"He's practically immune," Bakugou murmurs, watching Izuku as he jumps and snatches the fruit from his hands, taking advantage of his shock. "He's eaten a whole fruit before."

"I- a whole!?- impossible! A single bite can kill a dragon and-!"

"Mm. He's human. He's not one of us, remember?"

Izuku sits on the smooth rock, jutting from the ground, a giggle in his tone as he sinks his sharp canines into the fruit, biting down and letting the juice flood his tiny mouth, chewing on the sweet flesh as he rips it up. Kirishima cringes, wincing.

Indeed, true to Katsuki's words, nothing happens when the boy finishes the treat, and he simply wipes his messy palms on the rock's surface before hopping down to cling at Katsuki's leg. "More?"

The King puffs. "Your manners?" He demands, firm but gently, and Izuku gasps, covering his mouth. "Oopsie! Um, more fruit please!"

"There. Fetch him more fruit, shitty hair."

"Eh!? But why do I have to-"

"Just fuckin' go."

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"Kacchan!"

"You idiot. Where were you?"

"Hunting." Izuku leans in to brush their cheeks together- a practice that conveyed affection- the boy had started it when he was a kid, but still kept the habit (along with the dumb nickname) until he was in his late-teens.