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

Katsuki/Izuku

[Holy shit this is deadass pretty sad man]

"Izuku.. Izuku, are you okay?"

His lower lip trembles, enough to form a smile.

(He felt worse.)

"I'm fine. Thank you Kacchan."

Or:

Izuku fucks his problems away, and Katsuki tries his best to be there for him.

[Others/Izuku]
[Pre-slash/Pre-relationship]
[Basically Izuku gets his ass wrecked to cope lmao this is a vent fic]
[ANGST]
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"That feel good?"

Izuku throws his head back, mind swirling with pleasure as he wordlessly begs for release. His hips twitch up, and he bites his lower lip, and his partner chuckles breathlessly.

(He's thankful for the hand covering his mouth, it helps him avoid overthinking.)

———————
Keep breathing.
———————

You've got hickeys!?"

Uraraka squeals, "Who is it!? Ohh, lucky! I really thought you were the type of guy to save it for marriage, y'know? Who's the lucky girl?"

Izuku dodges the question with ease, fingers coming up to smooth over his bruised neck, littered with love bites as he gives a practiced, flustered laugh, covering his face with his arms as Ochako fawns over him.

(He feels the familiar static trickle into the back of his mind, and he feels more hollow than before.)

———————
Keep breathing.
———————

This time, it's a faceless girl from business course, and she's smoothing her hands over his chest- and the terrifying memories plaguing him quiet down to make room for anticipation.

Izuku slips his shirt off, hoping the dim of the room would hide his scars.

(They cover his body as much as hickeys do.)

———————
Keep breathing.
———————

It's Katsuki that approaches him next.

"Deku."

Izuku hums, lifting his head to see his rival- his best friend, standing over him with a blank look on his face. He feels dazed, light headed, and he giggles in his sheets-

And suddenly he realizes he's naked, and he squeaks, and scrambles, covering himself, but Katsuki just tears his eyes away to the women's clothing strewn across the floor, evidence after a passionate night with Izuku.

Fuck.

Katsuki had known Izuku was fucking. He'd seen the hickeys earlier than anyone else, the bruises in his inner thighs, barely covered by boxers, when he barged into his room to invite the stupid nerd for movie night. Izuku didn't seem to notice that he knew, and simply smiled and said he'd be down in a few minutes.

He'd heard Izuku's heady moans in the quiet of the night- even as early as eight when he'd come visit the nerd because he forgot his notebook in Katsuki's room while they were prepping to study, making the blond's cheeks pink as he wordlessly backs off, let's go of the door handle.