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

Katsuki/Izuku

Bakugou made a little mistake that bloomed into something so much bigger.

It's been fifteen years, and Izuku decides to give him closure.

Or:

"Are you.. are you sure we'll be fine, Kacchan?" Izuku asks softly, lip curling and body swaying to the beat of the heavy bass- the only thing that showed he was as tipsy as Katsuki.

Katsuki gives a warbled grin, blinking out the hazy colors and ignoring how light-headed he was, car keys in hand. "We'll be fine."

[Self-hatred]
[Suicidal thoughts]

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"I'll be goin' shitty hair."

"Oh." Kirishima tilts his head, brow raised. "Already?" He was taking off his hero gear in the changing room- and Katsuki was already dressed, thankful that he was out of sweaty clothing with the dirt and grime from the burning building stuck in his hair washed out.

"Yeah."

Katsuki turns to leave, something stirring in his gut, a heavy feeling on his chest.

He wasn't stupid.

He..

"Hey man?"

Katsuki cranes his neck to see Eijirou, a soft look on his face, and it makes him crack.

"Just wanted to let you know that it wasn't your fault. Okay?"

The blond nods wordlessly, mouth dry, and he could feel himself shaking.

(Kirishima frowns after he leaves, the hand on his own arm tightening as his heart hurts for his friend, and then his brain is suddenly filled with the memory of forest green.

He knows that Katsuki was too stubborn to listen.)

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Katsuki chucks his bags into the house, uncaring, shoulders far too tense as he slams his door shut.

Everything..

The blond feels tightened grip him into a chokehold, red eyes scanning the living room, landing on one couch- the red one, the one-

"Whaaa- do I really have to get up?" He had whined, face muffled by the soft fabric. "It's so comfy.."

Katsuki grins, laughs at the nerd, and pinches his cheek. "Come on. You promised to do the damn dishes, Deku."

(It's the first time he'd cried in a long time.

Well.

A frantic, wheezing chuckle escapes his lips as he covers his tear-stained face, and he knows he's tearing himself down.

He'd thought his tears would've been dried out after all these years.

Katsuki thinks to himself, that at least miracles still happen.)

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He shouldn't have come here.

Katsuki squirms in the bed, a size too big, too empty. He doesn't know why, but he's still shaking.