Small Accidents

Chapter 2

A gentle breeze sneaking in through a gap in the open balcony door caused the curtains to flutter. The room was lit with an orange glow from the slowly setting sun, it's rays lighting up anything it's glowing beams could reach.

It was a particularly warm afternoon, but that didn't stop Katsuki laying on top Izuku, with his arms wrapped around his waist and face squished up against his chest. He was watching a film on Izuku's laptop in a calmness only Izuku got to see.

Izuku was listening to his breathing and basking in the soothing feeling of their chests rising and falling against each other. In one hand he held his phone, scrolling through the news for any newly reported villain attacks, while his other rested on Katsuki's head, his scarred fingers running through the blond strands.

It would have been a perfect way to end the day, if not for the question that lingered heavily in the air. It had been on Izuku's mind since the incident, but he was hesitant to ask Katsuki as to not cause an explosion. With the calmness that lulled Katsuki into not screaming about this or that, Izuku didn't want to disturb the rare sight. His face wasn't even plastered with its usual scowl; it was calm, eyes hooded with tiredness from a long day of lessons and his boyfriends warmth.

Katsuki shifted slightly, nuzzling his face into Izuku's chest with a tired sigh. His eyes fluttered shut, the sound of the film he had been watching turning into background noise he concentrated on the steady beating of Izuku's heart.

Until a small twinge of his bladder made him tense up and eyes widen with realisation that he hadn't been to the bathroom since the incident.

"Kacchan?" Izuku asked, immediately noticing Katsuki's discomfort. He put his phone down and tried to turn Katsuki's head to face him, but Katsui fought back and pressed his face harder into his chest. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Katsuki growled, his voice muffled by Izuku's t-shirt.

The tips of Katsuki's ears tinted red, which Izuku picked up on once again, making him even more confused. The blond stiffened as Izuku tried to move him again.

"Kacchan, look at me," Izuku said, voice sounding more stern this time.

Katsuki shook his head, face still glued to his chest and arms wrapped tightly around his waist. The video was completely forgotten as Izuku pried Katsuki's arms off his waist. Stubbornly, Katsuki tried to fight back and keep his arms locked but with a strength based quirk Izuku was naturally the stronger one of the two. Katsuki tried not to think about how it would feel being pinned down as Izuku grabbed his wrists and looked at him with a mixture of confusion and concern.

Izuku watched Katsuki's face closely. His cheeks were flushed red and lips pulled back in a sneer, but instead of facing Izuku head on like he normally did, he turned his head to the side in order to look at anything that wasn't Izuku.

Pride was a big thing for Katsuki, so to turn his head instead of fighting something head on had Izuku reeling back with shock. Sure, he'd seen Katsuki be pliant during intimate moments, but never outside of that. Even if embarrassment was eating him alive, Katsuki was the kind of person who stood his ground no matter what.

Izuku studied Katsuki some more, taking in how every now and then he'd give a weak tug in attempt to free his hands. It held nowhere near the strength Izuku knew he was capable of, which was even more baffling. And the fact that he could feel how Katsuki's hands shook slightly was worrying.

"Kacchan—"

Katsuki cut Izuku off with a breathy gasp, flinching forward. In his panic, he gained enough strength to tug his hands down to his groin and hold himself. His eyes widened in shock and his body started shaking with embarrassment.