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

Katsuki/Izuku

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[MENTIONS OF PAST NON-CON]
[PART 1]

"You cooked these?"

Katsuki gestures around the table, watching his men shovel food into their faces. He couldn't even fault them for eating like pigs, not after last night's scuffle.

The boy nods fervently, a blush on his face. "Mhm! You guys looked tired so I did the groceries and cooked!"

Or:
[Yakuza AU (again I know)]

Izuku is big bad boss Katsuki's errand boy.
[18 y/o Izuku]
[38 y/o Katsuki]

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"I had to argue that I was old 'nough to get them, but here!"

Katsuki takes the pack of Camel Cigarettes from Izuku's hands, expecting it before ruffling his messy green locks. "Good job, kid." He was just running out too.

Izuku jumps at the praise, tailing Katsuki with a skip in his steps. For the most part, the kid wasn't actually annoying- a bit of a chatterbox, sure, but he was a smart and attentive boy who craved the smallest bits of praise Katsuki gave him.

He follows Katsuki without question- despite the fact the blond help open heavy oak wood doors, doors that led into his bedroom. Izuku slows his pace down, but enters all the same, taking his place on silken white sheets as if he'd been there before.

Katsuki chuckles in amusement as he rubs his face into the soft sheets, body twisting to stretch as he throws his boss a big grin. "Your bed is so soft!"

If it were anyone else, the sheets would've been stained red by now- but this was Izuku, his darling errand boy, clad in forest green checkered pants with suspenders. The outfit and the fact he was almost a whole foot shorter than Katsuki- he looked like a freshman from high school.

"I have a gift."

"A gift?" Deku parrots giddily. "A gift!"

"Yep. Just for you." Katsuki shrugs his coat off of his shoulders, tossing it in a crumpled heap on the bed as he makes his way to his dresser. He slides the drawer out, and two interested green eyes focused on the innocent handkerchief wrapping around an object in the corner.

"What is it?"

Maybe it was an All Might keychain!

Katsuki picks it up before dropping it in the kid's hands. He huffs a laugh when viridian eyes widen in bewilderment, knowing the item was heavier and harder than expected.

He opens it excitedly as Katsuki takes a sit beside him, both their hips pressing together as he slings an arm around the boy's shoulders. He watches intently at Izuku fumbles around, practically bouncing on his ass out of excitement.

A wicked grin makes itself known as his present falls right into Izuku's lap. Evidently, it takes him by surprise- but he lunges up at Katsuki to give the man a big, genuinely grateful hug. "Thank you! Thank you so much, Kacchannn!"

Izuku brandishes the gun with childish glee.

The revolver was plated with gold, "DEKU" being carved deep into the handle, six bullets already loaded inside just for him.

"Just in case you get into trouble."

The green-haired boy swoons at his boss' words. He cares! Kacchan's so thoughtful and kind! It makes him all warm inside, heart pounding and cheeks red.

Izuku playfully aims it at Katsuki's forehead, mouthing 'bang', and the blond chuckles and slumps forward to let the cold, metallic barrel nudge his temple. The boy is positively elated- knowing the blond trusts him enough to not put a bullet in his skull.

"I could kill you," Izuku laughs, as if it was the funniest thing in the world. "Bang bang!"

Katsuki was bigger, stronger than him- but it doesn't matter if you had a gun.

"Kill me then." He eggs on, pushing Izuku down on the bed so he was pinned. Though, he doesn't push the firearm aiming at his cheek. "Nn?"

"Don't wanna," Izuku pouts- but the safety clicks off and Katsuki feels delicious chills run down his spine. He loved this part of Izuku: unpredictable, dangerous. It was like tossing a small match right next to a pile of dry wood- either nothing will happen but with the right winds, it'll set everything on fire.

A beat, and then the gun is tossed aside and Izuku bites Katsuki's cheek. It's not even the playful nip the blond gave him sometimes to tease- a full on chomp, teeth digging into the flesh of his face. It stung too much- and Bakugou growled and squeezed his fragile jaw as a warning, red eyes watered up from the pain.

"Piece of shit. What the fuck are you, a dog or somethin'?" He curses and Izuku laughs, flopping back onto the bed with his arms outstretched and legs resting on Bakugou's lap. The older man nurses his tender, reddening cheek, wincing as he slips a finger over the divots in his flesh, a mark from Izuku's little stunt.

Still.

He could never get mad at Izuku.

Bakugou hums, looking at Deku and ignoring the zing of pain on his cheek. The boy was sprawled out on the bed, eyes glazed with sleepiness. He huffs a quiet chuckle, ruffling his hair and watching Izuku lean into his touch instantly. Katsuki knows that he was touch-starved, since he'd found the boy when he was fifteen, in a white room with a simple, worn mattress in the middle, a common room for those kids raised to win fighting rings.

It's why Izuku was a little unstable, rambled under his breath, antics childish for an eighteen year old.  Izuku was now flourishing under Katsuki, thin wiry body becoming lithe and strong, gaunt cheekbones filling out with color, eyes bright and shining with mirth.

".. thank you Kacchan." Izuku murmurs, muffled by the plush pillow, hefting his hips up to lean back into Kacchan's crotch. The older man sucks in a sharp breath, feeling arousal stir in his gut- but he gently and firmly grasps Izuku's hips, pulling him away with a quiet, "Izuku, no."

The boy whines, all teary eyed, and Bakugou's heart squeezes. "Why not? Kacchan loves me right? S-So it's.. it's okay..?"

"I do baby," the blond hates the sad sniffle Izuku makes, "I do. But you shouldn't force yourself. Love ain't like that."

What happened to Izuku wasn't love.

"But I used to do it," he wails, "My boyfriends did it 'cause they said they loved me even if it hurt but they said that it was okay-"

"No, Izuku," Katsuki pleads softly, cradling the fragile boy in his arms. "No. What they did was fucking terrible. They weren't your boyfriends. They were bad people. They tricked you into that mindset and what happened to you wasn't supposed to happen. You were young, baby."

Katsuki's shoulder was wet with tears from Izuku crying into his shirt, trembling like a frightened rabbit in his arms. Izuku had bad mood swings like this- on top of the world in one day and suddenly rock bottom in the next. It almost seemed like a never ending cycle, but Bakugou took the responsibility onto himself, Izuku's breakdowns onto his shoulders, the bubbly facade the boy had made out of what was left of him shattering in a million pieces.

The world had ripped his chance to be normal out of his hands from the very start, and oh, the poor boy simply gave and gave because he was the nicest, sweetest boy Katsuki fucking knew in this hell-hole.

Izuku slumps down, cries silenced, cheeks ruddy and eyes barely able to keep open. "Can," he splutters and hiccups as he clings onto Katsuki's shirt like a lifeline. "Can Kacchan kiss me then?"

"You want a kiss?"

"Mhm." He nods, a small, dismal smile on his face. The 'Ditzy Izuku' act was dropped, and Katsuki relented, pressing a warm kiss on his soft bubblegum lips. He wanted to deepen it, but he knew Deku was tired. "... Thank you so much Kacchan."

"Yeah. Just.. Sleep, okay?"

"Okay."

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