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The thing about villains is that they're not all after world domination, or whatever. Sometimes they're just fucking assholes . Like this stupid fucking girl who's standing in front of him with a really weird grin on her face. He rubs the spot on his neck where she'd touched him.
"Hey! You're a UA student, right?" Given that he's wearing his fucking uniform, he doesn't answer that.
"The fuck did you do to me?"
She giggles again. "Hasn't anyone ever told you to wear your heart on your sleeve?”
“Is that supposed to be a riddle? I hate riddles." His neck is really fucking itchy.
Another giggle. There was far too much giggling in this whole schtick.
He scratches his neck. "I'm only gonna ask one more time. What the fuck did you do to me?"
"You'll find out soon!” And then she fucking darts away, and he moves to follow her but his neck is so fucking itchy — he stumbles into the street, but she's long lost in the crowd by the time he gets his head on straight. He swears.
He had just needed to get fucking chili flakes.
He stumbles back to school, scratching at his neck like he was fucking bitch ass Shigaraki. By the time he gets back to the dorms, his neck isn't bothering him anymore, which just makes him feel even more edge. He has no idea what this fucking quirk does.
"Hey, Bakugou!"
He looks up as the door closes behind him. Kirishima is sitting with Ashido and Sero, and he goes to wave at them when all three of them start looking at the air above his head in confusion.
Katsuki looks up and sees… hearts?
More than a dozen smoky pink hearts float above his head. Katsuki waves them away and watches as they dissipate into smoke.
"What the hell?" Katsuki turns to look at Sero and again, everyone's eyes track upwards. Katsuki scowls and cranes his neck; there are fewer hearts, six if he's counting properly, although they move around a lot which makes it difficult.
"Hey, there was less that time," Ashido says. Katsuki looks at her, and then all four of them look up. Seven hearts float above his head.
"Bakugou, look at Kirishima again,” Ashido says. Katsuki rankles at being ordered around, but he does as she says anyway. He locks eyes with Kirishima.
"Hmm— that's fifteen, I think,” she says. "Don't move! I'm going to go see if there's anyone else down here!" And then she clamors off the couch and into the kitchen.
"What happened, man?"
Katsuki scowls. "Some fucking weirdo cornered me on my way back from the store. She scratched me on the neck, but she wouldn't tell me what her fucking quirk was."
"Was she a villain?” Sero asks.
He shrugs. “I don't think so. I think she was just an asshole."
"Takes one to know one," Sero jokes. Katsuki doesn't get a chance to kill him because Ashido calls his name. He turns to look at her, but instead he sees Todoroki, who had clearly just been pulled away from breakfast, judging from the bowl of cereal in his hands. He looks at Katsuki, and then his eyebrows draw together and he looks above Katsuki's head.
"Wait, ten ?" Ashido jumps out from behind Todoroki and glares at Katsuki. "How come he gets more than me and Sero? I didn't even think you liked him!"
"What are you talking about!" Katsuki yells.
Ashido pulls a ridiculous pose in front of Todoroki. "I think that those hearts indicate how much Bakugou likes you! Sero and I got six or seven, Kirishima got fifteen which makes sense, but Todoroki seriously got ten?"
Todoroki tilts his head. "Aw."
"Fuck you," Katsuki says. Todoroki's lips quirk up, and Katsuki looks up in annoyance and waves the hearts away. "Fuck this. Nobody look at me."
"Wait, so that means… aw, bro!" Kirishima gets up and throws an arm around Katsuki's neck. "I love you, too!”
"Shut up,” Katsuki growls, closing his eyes so he doesn't have to see anyone else. "I'm going upstairs. Nobody fucking bother me."
The door opens behind him. Katsuki doesn't pay any attention to whatever extra just came in, until Ashido shouts out, "Hey, Deku! Bakugou got hit by a great quirk!"
Katsuki's entire body tenses.
"Shit," Kirishima says, catching on immediately, proving why he got so many hearts. "I'll distract him if you wanna go upstairs."
Katsuki grunts and mutters a reluctant thank you.
Kirishima squeezes his shoulder. "Just call me Mr. Fifteen Hearts!”
"No," Katsuki says dryly. "That’s a fucking stupid name."
Kirishima spins around to talk to Deku, and Katsuki makes a bee line upstairs.
He doesn't go to class. He'll deal with that fall out later. He goes upstairs and changes out of his uniform, lying back down. He's pretty sure he fucking deserves it.
He can't see Deku while he’s affected by this quirk.
Katsuki throws an arm over his eyes and drifts off. When he wakes up it's 11:17 and he has an annoying amount of texts.
Deku: Kacchan!! Kirishima told me about what happened!!
Deku: That's crazy that someone would do that! I'm going to try and
Deku: sorry aizawa sensei was glaring at me
Deku: It's harder to get away with texting in class without your spiky head blocking me.
Deku: anyway I'm going to see if I can find any information about this quirk.
Deke: I know you probably don't want to see people, but if you need anything I can drop it off!
Deku: do you think I'd get more hearts than Kirishima?
Deku: Ahh I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked!!! it was supposed to be a joke but it doesn't really translate well over text!!
Katsuki shoves one of his pillows over his face and screams into it.
He does some homework; his phone goes off periodically. Kaminari is demanding that he sees how many hearts he gets, since Kirishima, Ashido and Sero got to see. Todoroki has texted him ten hearts, because apparently he’s finally grown a fucking personality. And for the rest of the afternoon Deku sends him updates; on class, about lunch, on whatever he finds out about the villain. By the end of the day he's found out that this freak called herself ‘Heart on Your Sleeve’ which is about as fucking ridiculous as bitch ass twinkles’ name, but it did explain why she’d said it. She’s been running around for weeks, randomly infecting people with her stupid ass quirk for no seemingly real reason other than to cause trouble. Thanks to her previous victim's testimonies, Deku says the quirk should wear off in three to five days.
Three to five fucking days.
Deku: at least its Friday?? Hopefully it wears off over the weekend!!
Whatever. It’s fine. He'll just hole up in his room until it wears off, and he won’t have to worry about seeing anyone.
Holing up in his room gets old fast.
There's not much to do. He does his homework, and he does some pushups. He's realizing he should have taken advantage of the time when everyone was in class to go outside, because now it's almost four o clock and his stupid fucking classmates are all over the place.
There's a knock on the door. "No," he says immediately.
"It’s me," Kirishima says. “I already know you love me."
Katsuki opens the door. "I fucking hate you," he says, a statement that is immediately negated by the fifteen hearts that appear above his head. Katsuki scowls and collapses onto his bed as Kirishima closes the door behind him.
"Everyone wants to know if you're still going to make dinner tonight."
Katsuki looks at him in disbelief, ignoring the hearts again. The fact that it happened every time was what was really fucking annoying. Surely they got the picture after the first fucking time.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
"Come on, man!” Kirishima says excitedly. "It's a Friday night tradition!"
"How are you losers supposed to be heroes if you can't even cook for yourselves?"
"Last time I checked you didn't need one to do the other," Kirishima says. Katsuki groans and rubs his hands over his face. "It'll be fine. People tend to avoid the kitchen when you're cooking."
"Not like this, they won't," Katsuki grumbles. "Bunch of fucking nosy assholes."
"Could be worse," Kirishima says, although how, Katsuki has no idea. "This could have happened in first year. You were way more emotionally constipated then."
"Fuck you," Katsuki says without heat. "I'd have preferred first year. I hated you assholes. I wouldn't have had to worry."
He wouldn't have had to avoid Deku.
"I'll fucking cook," he says, because he really can't stand being shut in this room any longer. "But you have to make sure Deku doesn't get in my line of vision."
"Or, stick with me on this one, you use this opportunity to finally talk to the guy."
"No."
“Dude, come on. This is the perfect opportunity—"
Katsuki looks at him seriously. " Eijirou.”
Kirishima sighs heavily. "You know, you have really good puppy dog eyes for someone who looks like he kicks puppies for a living."
Katsuki says, "How do you make a living kicking puppies?"
Kirishima shrugs. "Villainy pays."
"That's the offer, take it or cook for your damn selves."
"Fine," Kirishima says, a touch too dramatically. "I will be your bodyguard so you can continue to repress your feelings instead of just being a man and telling your oldest friend you're in love with him."
"I swear to God I'm gonna poison your food."
Katsuki makes dinner. Kirishima stands guard and tries not to let people in.
Operative word try. Red Riot vs class 3-A ends in Kaminari (eight hearts), Jirou (five hearts), Hagakure (three hearts— "I don't even know you're here half the fucking time!”), and Mineta (only one— "what does that even mean?" "It means I'd save your perverted as if I needed to, but I wouldn't be happy about it.") getting past Kirishima, who ends up not being nearly as useful as he'd said.
"Hey, you said you just wanted me to make sure Midoriya didn't get in, and I'm doing a great job."
"You're not doing shit," he says, which is true. The only reason he hasn't seen Deku is because he hasn't tried, because Deku consistently proves he is an even better person than Katsuki gives him credit for. Katsuki didn't want to see him, so Deku wouldn't try. Katsuki is not sure he could say the same if the situation were reversed.
His phone goes off.
Deku: did mineta really only get one heart???
Bakugou: he's a shitty pervert and I'm not sorry.
Deku: you're funny, Kacchan
Deku: is dinner almost ready??
Bakugou: it'll be ready when its fucking ready, nerd
When dinner is done he scarfs his own down and then sneaks back upstairs; the extras always dealt with the clean up.
He's about to turn his light off for the night when there's a knock on the door.
"Kacchan?"
Katsuki tenses, hand going to the doorknob. Deku wouldn't open the door, would he?
"Y-you don't have to open the door," Izuku hurries to say. "I just wanted to, uh, say thank you for dinner?”
Katsuki rests his forehead on the door. "I do it every week, Deku."
"But that doesn't mean you shouldn't be thanked! Repetition of a task doesn't mean your level of gratefulness should lower and—”
Katsuki lets himself smile, because there’s no one there to fucking see it. "Okay, stupid Deku. You're welcome."
He should open the door. He should open the door. He should stop being a fucking coward and open the door.
"Are you seriously not interested in knowing?"
This is distressingly vague, but he doesn't try to clarify. He doesn't even know if Deku is still there.
"Of course I am," Izuku says softly. "But if it's not something you want to show me, I'd never want to force you.”
Open the door. Open the door, Katsuki. Open the fucking door.
"But, um… can I ask you one thing?"
Katsuki grunts his assent.
"I'd get more than Mineta, right?" He actually sounds worried, as if there was any fucking doubt. Katsuki snorts.
"Yes, you moron. He's a shitty fuckhead and you're—" so many possible answers. Does Izuku hear his brief pause? His hesitancy to put a label on whatever the hell lives between them?
"My friend," he finishes. "You're my friend."
He hears a sniffle, which means Deku's crying. Unbelievable.
"Thank you, Kacchan," he says shakily.
Open the fucking door.
"Sleep well, okay?" Izuku says. Katsuki can perfectly picture him, green eyes filled with tears, lips turned down. Three to five days without looking at Deku. Katsuki was going to go insane.
"Yeah. Ditto.”
Izuku walks away; Katsuki punches his light off.
He gets up early to go for a run and shower before anyone wakes up, and prepares for a mind numbingly long day. Maybe he should go to his parents for the weekend. Showing his parents how much he loved them would be way less terrifying than Deku finding out.
In the end, his decision is made for him by his stupid friends barging into his bedroom, armed with a stupid amount of fluffy pillows from Ashido's room. "The fuck?"
"We're not just going to let you hole yourself up and sulk all weekend," Kirishima says.
"We're having a movie night!" Ashido yells.
"It’s 1:00 in the afternoon," he drawls, but he doesn't stop them when they start building some kind of fucking nest on his floor. "I'm not cuddling up with you fuckers in that though."
"Isn't there someone in Class B who can make things bigger?" Sero asks. "We should get her to make the laptop bigger."
"We'd still have to carry it around," Kirishima says. "We might as well just buy a TV."
"I think I got more hearts that time!" Kaminari says, pointing above Katsuki's head.
"Those are probably just mixed up with Kirishima's,” Sero says. Kirishima collapses next to Katsuki on the bed and grins.
"Hey bestie."
Katsuki glares. "Every dumbass word out of your mouth makes you lose hearts.”
Kirishima looks genuinely worried. "Can that happen?"
Ashido turns the light off and then settles between Kaminari and Sero in the fluffy monstrosity Before she starts the movie, she pokes Katsuki in the arm.
"I'm still offended by Todoroki! I didn't even think you were friends!"
"Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to. You're the one who made me look at him."
"And it's not about friendship, I don't think," Kirishima says thoughtfully. Everyone turns to look at him, and he laughs nervously. "I mean— well, it's just about how he feels about someone, not how close they are. He and Todoroki are both super powerful, and they've been through a lot together, and they're both part of The Big Three. It makes sense that Bakugou would respect him, right?"
The three on the floor all turn to look at Katsuki, who just shrugs. "That's why he gets fifteen and you get seven."
They're an hour into the move when his door flies open.
"Do none of you fuckers know how to knock?” He shouts out, but everyone stops at the look on Todoroki's face.
"There was a fight," he says, and his eyes find Katsuki's immediately. "You need to get downstairs.”
He'd been going to see his mother. Wrong place, wrong time. How very fucking Deku.
He can't look away. Can't tear his eyes away from the screen.
The fight is over. But not everyone is accounted for.
"Where are you, Deku?" Uraraka says, tear filled eyes fixed on the television.
"C'mon, Midoriya," Kaminari says weakly. “Not like this."
Katsuki can't move. He can't even blink. All he can think is, I should have opened the fucking door.
The cameras show wide sweeping shots of the collapsed building. There are heroes and police working to clear the rubble. There's no sign of Deku.
“We can't—” Todoroki's fists are clenched. "We can't just sit here, we could help—”
" Look,” someone says. Katsuki hasn't looked away, so he sees it immediately. A blast of air sends debris flying, and the cameras immediately zero in on it, giving them a picture perfect view of Izuku, climbing out of a pile of rocks. He is covered in blood, and his left arm hangs limp at his side. But he's—
He's fucking smiling, and they all watch in disbelief as he gives the camera a thumbs up.
Katsuki is out the door before he can even notice the sheer amount of hearts filling the room.
A fair amount of people try to stop him, but he manages to get up to the floor of the hospital where Deku is before he meets serious resistance.
"I can't just let you go in, kid," the policeman says. Katsuki is thirty seconds away from blowing up this entire wing.
"Get out of my way—"
A hand appears on his shoulder, and a familiar voice says, "Let him in. Believe me, it will be easier."
Katsuki turns around to All Might. "Fuckin' thank you—” he cuts off when All Might’s eyebrows raise, looking above Katsuki's head.
Oh, fuck. He'd forgotten about that.
"I got hit by some shitty quirk—”
"Yeah, he’d mentioned,” All Might says. Katsuki assumes he’s talking about Deku. All Might scratches the back of his neck and grins sheepishly. "I just didn't expect to get quite so many."
Katsuki looks up and sees— fucking hell. It's hard to count, but there's at least twenty. All Might's eyes are shining.
"I am honoured, young Bakugou!"
"You— shut up! Let me see stupid Deku!"
All Might chuckles and claps him on the shoulder before gesturing to the guard at the door.
Katsuki shoves through it immediately, slamming it behind him. At the center of the room, sitting up in a hospital bed, bandaged to hell, is Deku.
"Ka—" his eyes widen. "...chan?"
"If you ever ," he says furiously, doing his damned best to ignore the dozens of fucking hearts pouring out of his motherfucking head, “make me watch you die on national fucking television ever again, I am going to kick your perfect ass so hard you’ll have to retire early."
Izuku's mouth is open, eyes flicking from Katsuki to the hearts floating around the room. He keeps his eyes on Deku, both because he doesn't want to know how many hearts there are, but also because if he looks away and then looks back, the hearts will start all over. That's a disaster just waiting to happen. He has a sudden image of him and Deku choking to death in a room filled to the brim with smoky hearts.
"I—” Izuku starts, eyes still flickering about the room. “I— oh goodness, where do I even… perfect ass ? What—”
"You're fucking mumbling, nerd!"
"I—” Deku looks him in the eye and then says, “I mean, um, I didn't— well, technically I didn't die on national television, I—" His eyes dart away to follow the hearts again, and he says, voice awed, “ Kacchan.”
The door opens, and a doctor walks in. "Mr. Midoriya, how are—um… what on earth?"
Katsuki turns and flees.
Deku isn't allowed back until Tuesday, which means Katsuki sucks it up and goes to class on Monday, not wanting to miss another. Besides, there really isn't anyone else who doesn't know that he'd care about knowing.
Aizawa looks unimpressed at the twelve or so hearts that burst from Katsuki's head when he walks into class.
"That's not getting you extra credit."
"Shaddup," Katsuki scowls, as his classmates titter. He turns around to glare at the back of the class. "He's strong!"
School isn't that bad, actually. He avoids looking at Aizawa, and none of his other teachers cause much of a stir. He goes back to the dorms to eat lunch to avoid Lunch Rush, and when he heads downstairs to eat dinner later that night and looks at Kaminari, his face falls.
"Aww," he whines. "It wore off."
"Thank fucking God . if I ever see that asshole again I'm gonna kill her."
"I'm gonna send her a bouquet," Kirishima says. Katsuki smacks him on the back of the head.
He's woken up by someone knocking on his door. When he looks at his clock he sees it's past midnight. He throws his door open violently, ready to bitch out whoever was bothering him, and stops dead when he sees Deku.
His eyes flick up above Katsuki's head, disappointment clear in his face.
"Hi," he says. Katsuki stares. Deku scratches the back of his neck. "They, um. Let me come home tonight." Katsuki still just looks at him. Izuku fidgets. "Can we— talk?"
Katsuki sighs and stands to the side, letting him in. Izuku stands in the middle of the room, and Katsuki leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.
Deku gives him a nervous smile. “It wore off."
"Thank fuck.”
"Did I— was I hallucinating?"
Katsuki raises his eyebrows. "What?"
"At the hospital. I hit my head, s-so I wasn't sure if maybe I just… hallucinated. All the, uh, hearts."
"How am I supposed to know if you were fucking hallucinating?" He's avoiding the question and they both know it, so Deku goes a more direct route.
"Kacchan," he says, voice pitched low because of the late hour, and Katsuki likes the way that dumb name sounds a little too much. "I—I counted. And it was hard because they were all floating around but it—" He looks at Katsuki with eyes that are too fucking big and too fucking green. "Kacchan, there… there were at least fifty."
Katsuki exhales heavily through his nose. "Well that fucking embarrassing."
"So then... " Deku cocks his head, studying Katsuki. "So then there really were that many for me?"
"Did you see anyone else in that fucking room?"
Deku is still looking at him like he's a homework problem he’s having trouble solving. "But, but Kirishima got fifteen, and he's your best friend."
"Okay?" He tries to sound unaffected, like he doesn't feel like throwing up or setting a bomb off in the palms of his hands or maybe doing both at the same time.
"And— and All Might said he got twenty five."
He scowls. "All Might needs to learn to keep his goddamn mouth shut."
"So—” Izuku gapes at him. "So I really got more than All Might!?" His voice keeps getting louder, so by the end he's almost yelling.
"Would you shut up, idiot?" Katsuki hisses. "D'you wanna wake the whole floor?"
"But I…" Deku takes a couple steps forwards, and Katsuki tenses up as he gets closer. "I don't understand. What does it... mean?"
Katsuki scoffs, glaring at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?" His voice is a harsh whisper. "Pretty fucking stupid for a nerd, I get hit by a stupid shitty quirk that literally shows you my fucking feelings and you ask what it means —"
Deku grabs him by the hair and kisses him.
Katsuki has always prided himself on his quick reflexes, so he wastes no time in grabbing stupid Deku's stupid face and shoving him back towards his bed. Izuku's hands are tight in Katsuki's hair, mouth warm and wet and open beneath his own. They fall onto the bed, Deku pinned beneath him, Katsuki framed between powerful thighs. Izuku's hands slip from Katsuki's hair and up his shirt, hands tracing and roaming greedily over Katsuki's chest. Katsuki takes the opportunity to hike one of Izuku's legs higher around his waist so he can finally get his hands on the ass that has been the subject of every fantasy he's had for the past two years.
Deku laughs into his mouth. "So you weren't joking about my perfect ass?"
"I'd never joke about your ass," he growls, kissing down Deku's jaw. "I wanna fucking bite it."
“Kacchan," Deku says breathlessly, and it’s the hottest fucking thing he’s ever heard. "You can do whatever you want to my ass."
Okay, actually, that was the hottest thing he’s ever heard.
Katsuki kisses him again, fingers digging into the plushness of Izuku's ass. He's never letting go of it now that he's finally gotten his hands on it. He'll go his whole fucking career with one hand defeating villains and the other on Deku's ass.
"Kacchan," Deku says again. "Do you really like me more than All Might?"
Katsuki keeps pressing his lips to Deku's skin. "I like you more than everyone, stupid. Didn't you count the hearts?"
Deku flips them over, and Katsuki swallows a moan as the new position drags Izuku's cock against his own.
"I like you better than All Might too, Kacchan."
Katsuki rubs both hands up Deku's thighs. "You don't like anyone more than All Might,” he laughs. He can see the outline of Deku's hard-on in his pants. He wants to put his hands and his mouth on it. He wants Deku fucking everywhere.
Deku leans down and kisses him again, hands spread out over Katsuki’s bare chest. “Can I take your shirt off?”
Katsuki answers him by sitting up, abdominal muscles clenching as Izuku quickly strips him of his shirt. He drags Deku down so he can take his shirt off, too, biting back a moan at how stupidly fucking built he was.
Deku does not have the same reservations. “Kacchan is so hot,” he mutters, teeth biting down on Katsuki’s jaw. Katsuki reaches both hands out to grab two handfuls of Deku’s ass, biting down on his lip when he comes back up for a kiss. He drags one of his hands up to the hem of Izuku’s pants and lets it rest there, and Deku reaches back to keep pushing Katsuki’s hand down. He slips both hands beneath the hem eagerly, swearing into Izuku’s mouth as he gropes and squeezes his ass. Izuku’s hands are also going lower, tugging Katsuki’s pyjamas down over his hips impatiently until he’s able to get his cock out.
“Fuck, Izuku—”
Deku does some weird shimmying until he gets one of his legs out of his pants; he doesn’t bother with the other one, just tosses it out of the way and bends down to kiss Katsuki, cocks sliding together as they both break away to moan. Katsuki has a laundry list of things he wants to do with Izuku, but he is not going to last very long at this rate. The real thing is so much better than any guilty fantasy he’d had over the years, the heat of Deku on top of him, ass fitting perfectly in Katsuki’s hands as Deku wraps his stupidly big, scarred hand around both of them. Katsuki’s hips buck at the touch, but Izuku frowns slightly at the dryness. He lifts his hand and fucking swipes it over the back of Katsuki’s gross, sweaty neck.
“I’m glad you sweat so much, Kacchan,” Deku says, reaching down between them again; his hand moves a little easier over their dicks, and Katsuki throws his head back, eyes closing.
“You’re fucking disgusting,” he manages to get out. “Should blow up your fucking stupid dick.”
“After,” Deku says, gasping slightly against Katsuki’s neck. “I— I’m gonna—”
Katsuki (reluctantly) removes one of his hands from Izuku’s ass and grabs a fistful of his hair, yanking his head up to chase his lips again. Izuku cries out when he comes, spilling over his hand and Katsuki’s dick, and it’s so fucking hot, Deku’s hand tightening around Katsuki’s cock as he rolls his hips and gasps Katsuki’s name, and he follows soon after.
Katsuki rolls over so Deku is dumped off his lap; he grabs the shirt he’d thrown onto the ground earlier and uses it to wipe the cum off of their bellies and Izuku’s hand, and then he frowns at the gross garment. He should probably just burn it.
Izuku hasn’t moved so much as an inch by the time Katsuki is done, and he rolls his eyes as he climbs back into bed, grabbing the blanket that had fallen onto the floor and dragging it over them both. Deku immediately latches onto him, arm wrapping around Katsuki’s back as he shoves his nose into Katsuki’s neck.
“You sleeping here, lazy ass?”
“Shut up,” Deku mutters sleepily. “I did all the work.”
“You jerked us off for thirty seconds.”
“We weren’t that fast,” Deku complains. “And it’s still more than you did.”
Katsuki leans down and bites his ear. Izuku presses his lips to Katsuki’s neck, and he shivers. He wraps his arm a little more securely around Deku’s waist, settling down to sleep.
It doesn’t take long before Deku starts mumbling.
“Deku,” he says, deeply unhappy. “What the fuck are you mumbling about?”
“Oh! I’m sorry! I was just—” he leans back a bit so he can look Katsuki in the eye. “I was just thinking about the quirk! It’s interesting when you think about it, because it’s somehow able to quantify something as subjective as feelings, but in doing that it creates a ranking and I was just wondering about the implications of that, you know? Do the number of hearts indicate only how much you like a person, or is it about how much you like a person compared to someone else? Like, do you like me fifty hearts worth, or do you like me twice as much as All Might?” His eyes widen. “Do you like me twice as much as All Might?” Katsuki doesn’t get a chance to answer this, because Izuku keeps fucking going. “But that also brings into question different types of love, whether it’s admiration or platonic or r-romantic, so does that mean—”
Katsuki leans forward and kisses him so he can get him to shut the fuck up. “You are so goddamn annoying,” he mutters. Deku grins.
“That doesn’t have the same effect now that I know you don’t mean it,” he says. Katsuki snorts.
“I still mean it. Just because I’m in love with you doesn’t mean you’re not fucking annoying.”
Izuku pulls back again, staring at him in surprise. “Y-you are?”
Katsuki groans in frustration. “Fifty fucking hearts, Deku, holy shit.”
“Okay, well, I didn’t want to assume!” He’s smiling like a fucking idiot, and he’s almost vibrating in happiness. It’s obnoxiously cute. “So then, do you like me twice as much as All Might?”
“I don’t like you at all right now,” he grumbles. Izuku laughs and leans in to kiss his jaw.
“Now that you definitely don’t mean,” he says. Katsuki neither confirms nor denies this.
“Go the fuck to sleep, idiot,” he says, pulling Izuku in close to him again. “You’ve already disturbed my fucking sleep cycle.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining,” Deku mutters, but he’s blessedly silent after that.
Katsuki is almost asleep when Deku squirms around a bit and says, “I forgot to tell you that I love you, too.”
Katsuki smothers a smile into Izuku’s wild hair. “Tell me in the morning,” he grunts. Izuku laughs and kisses him on the corner of his mouth before they finally settle down to sleep.