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It was near the middle of April, and it only meant one thing. No not that summer break and impending end of term exams were around the corner. That was true too, but it wasn't what currently was on Izuku Midoriya’s mind. No, no. What was currently on the forefront of his mind as he was cornered on one of the common space’s couches as several classmates huddled around him eager for information.

Their burning question being when Katsuki Bakugou's birthday was.

Frankly, Izuku should have seen it coming. Last year’s hectic events left birthday celebrations on the back burner of everyone's mind, and by the time classmates had even asked, the date had long past. Not that it mattered much anyway, Katsuki never cared to celebrate the day past primary school and Izuku never pushed the question as to why. Nor was he about to blab on the date either as he was being cornered by both Kirishima and Kaminari.

Izuku merely straightened his composure, still a bit frantic from the two boys’ overly energetic barrage of questions. He knew if he said it, he was a dead man walking. Yet it did bring up several questions of his own in his head. When they were kids Katsuki didn’t care, he was overjoyed with the celebrations. Yet, even in middle school it was different. A growing distaste in the blonde's mood as the date grew near. An emotional state from the blonde that Izuku hadn't grasped the meaning behind.

“Oh come on Midoriya-kun… We know you know.” Kirishima teased, his mischievous grin all telling, “What do we need to do so you'll tell us?”

“We’ll take your community chores for a month if you tell us… please.” Kaminari added with a whine, draping himself over Izuku's lap while on his knees.

Izuku knew they were getting desperate. He had overheard them last week talking with Katsuki at lunch. They somehow managed to get the minute fact that this month contained his birthday, which spurred this whole fiasco into motion. When the group brainstormed, they came to the realization that he knew. Izuku knew, and he wasn't going to hear the end of it until either he told them, or they gave up. From the looks on the two of them, giving up was not an option.

“Guys… I can't.” Izuku said lowly, trying his best to evade Kaminari’s puppy dog eye treatment.

“Look you don't even have to tell us exactly…” Kirishima added, his smirk growing ever more mischievous. “Just let us know if we are getting close. A nudge in the right direction if you will.”

Izuku stared back, he wanted nothing more than to just get back to his room to have some space. With the unwavering stare from Kirishima on him, Izuku merely folded with his hands to his face and a heavy sign. These two sometimes were impossible.

“So we haven't missed it yet have we?” Kaminari chimed in with his usual optimism.

Izuku tried his best to not let any information come out through his expression, hiding his face in his hands. He couldn’t give them anything, shouldn’t give them any information.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Kirishima chimed in, poking at the top of Izuku’s head playfully.

Izuku shook the gesture off, but easily could feel his face flush from the embarrassing display. His gaze peeking through his fingers to see both the other teens sporting teasing grins.

“So, is later this week?” Kirishima teased, leaning more into Izuku's personal space. Their unruly hair almost touching.

Izuku returned to hiding his face. It was already the 18th, he couldn't let it slip it was so close. Yet he could feel them reading straight through him, he really needed to work on his poker face.

“Come on Kacchan doesn’t need to know,” Kaminari added, his devious and mischievous tone blatantly apparent. “And we won't tell Kaccha-”

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING?!”

Izuku felt like the explosive voice was both a blessing and a curse. None of the three teens had known exactly how long Katsuki had been standing there, but judging from his piercing scowl he had heard enough. The blonde had just entered the common space from the stairs, the reason unknown, but his expression grew darker when bouncing between both Kaminari and Kirishima.

Both the two had spun to face Katsuki, sputtering explanations for their behavior that barely a primary schooler would believe. Katsuki merely stared, as the two were at this point talking themselves into more trouble.

Izuku took the opportunity of them being distracted to abruptly stand and move toward the stairs. He looked up from his shuffling feet only for a second to have his eyes met with Katsuki's. His glare was less hostile, Izuku only knew from the years of growing up together. Katsuki's eyes were searching for an answer, and once he found it, his glare returned immediately to the other two.

Izuku ran up the stairs, his footsteps drowning out the other voices as he climbed upward. However even though he was already near the lobby for the next floor he could clearly hear Katsuki's voice carry up the stairwell.

“Give it a rest already. I told you I don't want to celebrate it.”

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Izuku thought that after yesterday that would have been the end of it. Unfortunately for him, it was not the case. Not by a long shot.

He was sitting down for lunch with his usual group. Iida and Uraraka were already deep within conversation about the reading assignment from literature class while Todoroki chimed in here and there with the occasional nod in between bites. Yet, the seminormal get together was changed when Kaminari, Kirishima, and Ashido joined at the table, sandwiching Izuku at the table.

Both Kirishima and Kaminari were on either side of Izuku. Todoroki had slipped a little further down the table to allow the two teens enough space to join them, his expression still placid. Ashido had slipped next to Uraraka, getting a cheerful greeting from the brunette, as she slid into the seat.

Ashido leaned over, her short curls bouncing from the gesture as she sported her usual ear to ear smile. Both the other boys were also sporting the same smiles, and Izuku could see right through them.

“I'm not going to tell you guys.” Izuku stated bluntly, his eyes fixated on his lunch tray.

“And we just wanted to have lunch with our friends, jeez.” Kirishima muttered as he ruffled Izuku's hair.

Izuku frowned at the redhead. He knew that was a facade, and Katsuki wouldn't have deterred their stubbornness.

“Tell them what Deku-kun?” Uraraka inquired, her own eyes curious on both their new added company and the subject at hand.

“They're curious on when Bakugou's birthday is.” Todoroki stated flatly before anyone else could inquire. “They have been trying to figure it out for the last week.”

The group fell silent as Todoroki took another bite of his lunch. Iida and Uraraka both exchanged glances between each other before looking upon the rest of the group. Izuku didn’t have to see either of them to tell they were exchanging worried looks amongst one another, nor could he ignore the way the other three were looking at him with hopeful, begging eyes.

It was much to Izuku’s relief that Iida was the first to break the awkward silent stares. He had his firm, authoritative demeanour to him as his second year of being class rep and hence peer advisor shone through.

“It would be wise just to leave it be.” Iida says calmly, his attention firmly on the three proposed trouble makers. “If he doesn’t want to celebrate it, he doesn’t have to celebrate it.”

The first of the three was Ashido to protest, her cheeks puffing out in a pout as she spoke, “What person doesn’t like their birthday?”

“I don’t, actually.”

Todoroki’s statement cuts through the group bluntly without skipping a beat, his focus not on any particular member. It was another few couple of seconds before he actually elaborates on what he said, not particularly noticing any of the questioning stares.

“It would always bring up… complicated memories, emotions. It became easier just to not to have a large celebration.”

Noticing that even though Todoroki was still hard to read, that the statements brought up some faded memories from deep within Uraraka decided to interject.

“That’s right Iida-kun, Todo-kun! We have to think of Bakugou-kun’s feelings as well here. There must be a reason why he doesn’t want to celebrate it, so we should be respectful.”

While Uraraka meant well with her caring words, they got Ashido thinking. She bit at her lips as her dark eyes were lost in thought as she stared absently at her food. Before too long, she bounced back into focus with a new thought in mind. She unintentionally startled Kaminari to the point of jolting against Izuku. The blonde sheepishly apologized, but both their attention was on Ashido.

“What do you think would have caused Bakugou-kun to not like his birthday? Did something happen when you guys were kids?”

It was the last question Izuku had expected to leave any of his current companies’ mouths. The why was never particularly on his mind. It was usually on the back burner to avoiding Katsuki entirely during the date in middle school. The exact turning point he couldn't really remember, but it was a mystery that Izuku had never considered to solve.

“No I…. I don't know.” Izuku confessed, “I'm not sure there was ever something defining about it.”

Izuku was still lost in thought. Yet, his mind came flooding with thoughts of when both he and Katsuki were kids. The one thing he could remember was their childhood was full of smiles. Void of conflicts, void of the complicated struggles that had plagued their current circumstances, just childlike honesty. The type of honesty he wishes they could go back to, talking openly and freely without a care in the world.

Izuku couldn't place the emotion he was feeling, but could feel the anxious knot form in his chest. It was so sudden that he rose from his own seat, his body moving on its own that it took him several seconds to realize he had questioning stares from his current company.

“Wha? Oh! I'm sorry. I'm just…” Izuku searched his jumbled thoughts for a moment more to come up with the words he was looking for. “I'm not hungry anymore. Excuse me.”

He could hear a few jumbled words of concern from the group, but his attention was already weaving through the crowded cafeteria to leave and return to their classroom. The barrage daily sounds became white noise to ease his thoughts.

His thoughts that continually travelled back in time to a young but cheerful smiling Katsuki. With searching his memory, its one of the few times he can honestly remember the blonde smiling so freely. It quickly became something Izuku longed to see again.

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It was a stupid plan. Correction, it was a very dangerous and extremely stupid plan. Izuku was mentally kicking himself as he laid on his bed in wait for the opportune moment. His heart was deafeningly pounding in his chest as it was the only sound that offered to break the silence of his room.

Yesterday after he had left his friends at lunch, all he could think about was bringing Katsuki some sort of joy on his birthday. It was those long lost cheerful smiles that Izuku wished he could bring back to reality. Yet, they were nothing but a memory, lost to the tests of time. He couldn't tell the others, how he was now feeling toward the idea of surprising Katsuki on his birthday. At this point the group would only agitate the blonde even further. So, he devised a simple plan. Izuku bought a small cake after his hero internship that he brought back with him. All he had to do was sneak into Katsuki's room, leave the cake, and get out.

Simple enough of a plan. The easier part was as they had moved buildings during their second year into the 2-A building, their rooms were on the same 3rd floor. They didn't share a wall, but they were one room between apart, which made the possibility of hopping balconies much easier. Hop the balconies, put the cake on the desk, return to his own room. Three steps, easy.

At least that what he was trying to convince himself. His nerves were getting the better of him as he brushed sweat from nervous palms away on the sides of his shorts. Shaky eyes making their way to his desk, spying the time on his All Might clock. If he knew anything about Katsuki it was that he kept to a schedule.

It was Saturday, aside from being the blonde's birthday, he tended to do a trip into the training areas in the afternoon during open training. He was usually gone for at least an hour or two before returning, which meant plenty of time to get in and out. Izuku took a few calming breaths, reassuring himself that it would be easy. It was just Katsuki, what was the worst that could happen?

Before his mind could travel into the frantics negatives of what ifs, he heard the tell tale closure of a door from the hallway. Almost immediately, he sprung from his bed and to his door, peering from the peephole to see if his calculations were correct. He was up against his door, hands calmly propping his position in place as he held his breath, hoping to not make a sound.

Izuku stood there motionless as Katsuki came into view. He was in his workout clothes, a small duffle bag slung over his shoulder. Izuku could see the distinct orange cord of Katsuki’s earbuds as he passed, exhaling as quietly as he could, praying that whatever the blonde was listening to was loud enough to drown out any possible noise he could make. However when Katsuki came to a complete stop in front of his door, Izuku felt his stomach knot in a jumble of frantic nerves.

Izuku wasn't sure if Katsuki knew it was only the door that separated them, but his body went still, the eye that was peering out the peephole was straining to get as much information as he could. Katsuki hadn't turned to face the door, merely eyeing it from the side with his hands in his pockets.

However, when those red eyes appeared to be looking at him, Izuku could feel his own pulse pounding behind his ears. He stood there quietly, his face slightly flushing as he saw probably one of the most honest expressions he had seen on Katsuki's face in a long time. It contained hints of longing and almost a mild sense of loneliness that Izuku hadn't seen before. Features no longer in their almost default scowl, but rather a tranquil yet personal air to them. Yet, once Izuku was starting to note the expression to memory the blonde returned to normal, turning to saunter off down the hallway with his usual under his breath scoff.

Once Izuku heard the sound of the elevator opening did he even dare to move. His face was burning, he could barely control the nervous tremble in his hands. He closed his eyes and counted to fifty, giving himself enough time to regain his composure and allot enough time for Katsuki to leave the building. Once fifty left his lips he turned and grabbed the small box and walked to his balcony slider.

Izuku took a deep breath, his determination and stubbornness to deliver on such a ludicrous plan fueling his desire to keep going. He easily made the hops over onto Katsuki’s balcony, sliding the door open easily and making his way inside the room. Izuku took a moment to just look around, even as kids Katsuki was meticulous in his organization.

Everything had a proper spot, his desk completely organized down to the writing utensils in separator cups. The walls had posters of a few rock bands and some gaming promotional posters he had won from contests. Izuku shook himself back to attention, he wasn't here to gawk and sight see, he had a mission. He knew he needed to be quick, but now he was debating whether or not to put the cake into the mini fridge or leave it out on the desk. It was only after he had shifted items calmly and politely to make room that he noticed the noise starting to echo down the hallway.

He wouldn't have paid it too much attention except it was the distinct yelling of Katsuki's. The voices grew louder down the hallway, hearing the accompanying banter of Kirishima and Kaminari. Izuku grew frantic, trying to think of an escape quickly. He had closed the slider upon coming in on instinct and even with the yelling they would hear it from inside, and he would be immediately be caught from within the closet. Thinking nearly out of instinct, Izuku dove for under the bed, sliding a few of the plastic storage containers aside to hide himself behind them.

“For the last fucking time,” Izuku heard Katsuki snarl as the door to the room opened. “I do not want to celebrate my birthday. And if you won't leave me alone you can fuck off.”

With that Katsuki slammed the door shut, the protests from the other two teens was nothing more than muffled jumble of noise. Izuku could only really see Katsuki's feet, watching quietly as the blonde grumpily threw the bag into his closet with an angry huff. He kept himself still, motionless as he watched Katsuki walk across his room to sit on the edge of the bed, feet mere inches from his face.

Of course this was now dangerous. Presuming that the other two teens had deterred Katsuki from leaving his room, he might not leave at all until till time for dinner, if that. Izuku felt Katsuki lean back to lay on his back his feet still dangling in view. A frustrated sigh escaping the blonde's lips.

“Fucking hell.” Katsuki muttered into the expanse of the room, “Why today of all days?”

Izuku could hear Katsuki's frustration through his tone of his voice. His face was still flush as he hid, feeling the pressure on the bed above him shift. He needed to find a way out of here before Katsuki found him. The muffled yell through a pillow caught Izuku off guard, but he didn't stir. He was writing off his behavior as something someone would do in private, something Izuku did from time to time as well.

“Ugh… Fuck you brain.” Katsuki declared through the pillow, his voice distinct and audible still to Izuku. “Always with the stupid thoughts and that freaking cute... motherfuc-”

There was another yell that erupted through the plush object and Izuku tried his best not to jolt from the thrashing above. What was he talking about? He shouldn't be hearing this. Yet, what caught his attention was the begruttled sigh that broke the silence.

“I should just fess up, stop being a pansy and just do it.” Katsuki said quietly as he threw the pillow back in place. “It is just going to get worse if you don't.”

He was already in far too deep. Izuku was swearing internally, trying to will his mind into not trying to pick apart what Katsuki was privately saying to himself. Katsuki thought he was alone, and Izuku was just quietly hoping that things wouldn't get more awkward or personal.

Yet Izuku's attention snapped back as Katsuki rose from the bed and plopped what he presumed textbooks and workbooks onto his desk. He could easily distinguish the sound from his own frantic exploration and study escapades. Izuku became relieved, out of all the possibilities this was something he could sit through. All he had to do was wait for Katsuki to leave. Tragic turned simple solution.

And it was exactly what Izuku thought until he heard Katsuki open the fridge. Then time fell still and the room silent.

From his vantage point, Izuku could see that Katsuki noticed the box in the center of the mini fridge. Frankly it would be hard to miss the pastel pink box. He watched as the teen curiously and timidly picked up the box with care. He could hear the cardboard being opened as the blonde set the box on his desk.

It felt like an eternity. Izuku couldn't see Katsuki's expression even though he desperately wished he could. The room a dead quiet minus the clicking of an analog alarm clock on the desk. Each passing second seeming to drum through louder than anything else. However, he didn't expect to hear an amused chuckle. It was quiet, and it helped that the room was void of other obstructing noises. It had a mixture of fondness and amusement that Izuku would have never found the blonde capable of.

“That damn meddling nerd.”

Izuku felt his cheeks burn, the endearing tone in those words nearly making his head spin. What was the meaning behind saying it like that? He knew their friendship wasn't in the best of shape, but he had never heard that sort of infliction when being addressed by Katsuki before. Izuku's mind jolted back to the present when he heard a rustling of cloth before the distinct sound of the unlocking of a cell phone.

Izuku raised a brow, the question of who was he texting came to mind. Then the realization snapped as clear as day. Izuku couldn't move quickly to check his pockets to see if he had brought his phone with him, it would have been a dead give away.

But not as much as the betraying sound of his text message notification chiming off, breaking the silence.

Izuku's heart sank, there was no way that Katsuki didn't hear it. He watched as the feet were still motionless, Katsuki still facing away from the bed and toward the desk. The only sound following was what presumably was Katsuki setting his cell onto the desk.

“D-Deku…”

The nickname he was given from childhood came seething from between the blonde's teeth. Almost dripping with complete hostility that the room fell into a bewildering chill.

This was it. This was how he was going to die. Death from trying to surprise his childhood friend with a birthday cake and overstayed his welcome.

Giving barely anytime to react, Katsuki fell to the floor to grip at Izuku's legs from under the bed. With one easy tug he pulled the younger teen out, rotating him as to lay on his back to look up at Katsuki. Izuku was unable tell if the other's face was red from embarrassment or rage, but it didn't seem all that relevant under the current circumstances. Red eyes nearly pierced his gaze, making Izuku wish he could disappear or rather actually take his chances with the slider.

“Deku what the fu-”

“I just wanted to surprise you with something nice for your birthday.” Izuku interjected, looking up at Katsuki who was for once listening more than yelling. “You've just been so unhappy around your birthday the last couple years, almost like you hate it. And I couldn't remember what had happened that would make you feel that way. You always were so happy when we were kids and I wanted to bring some of that happiness back. That’s why I-”

“I don't hate my birthday.” Katsuki cut Izuku off, looking away and releasing his grip.

Izuku shifted to sit up, watching as Katsuki was evading his gaze to stare at the floor beside them. His face was still red, but his expression was more in concentration rather than rage.

“And you of all people should know.” Katsuki added his gaze still distant. “... wishes are stupid.”

The memory came flooding back. It had been so long since he had thought of such a thing. It was right before Katsuki's fifth birthday that he and Izuku were still waiting for Izuku's quirk to manifest itself. Before the diagnosis that he was quirkless from the doctor. So Katsuki had devised a plan to use his birthday wish to help Izuku get his quirk, along with Izuku's own wish that year. It was that childlike optimism that was shattered, much like the tooth fairy and santa in the years that came later.

It was still unbelievable to think that Katsuki was still hung up on such a thing. That a hopeful wish not coming true was the thing to soil that childlike optimism and wonder. However he knew that his gift of a quirk from All Might was a touchy subject to the blonde in the past, but that was only mainly from last year. It didn't truly explain why Katsuki was so resentful of his birthday in previous years before coming to UA. Maybe there was something more to it, and with the routine for birthday celebrations to blow out a candle and make a wish, maybe he just didn't want to be reminded. Reminded of a failed dream that never came true, or a unachievable wish.

“There’s nothing wrong with wishful thinking Kacchan.” Izuku said kindly, garnering the other’s attention. “Besides, I bet at least one of your wishes came true.”

“With the exception of you now technically having a quirk. No. Not a single one.”

Izuku shifted to try and read Katsuki's expression. He could hear the blatant air of defeat in those words that was very not like the blonde at all. Izuku reached forward to pat the other on the back, his smiling shining brightly.

“Well what did you wish for in the past? Maybe I can help.” Izuku said with his usual optimistic cheer, which caused Katsuki to stare back nearly in a confused daze. “I mean… if you go by the logic of the only wish that came true was one you said, it might help.”

Izuku was nearly caught off guard when he heard Katsuki laugh. He watched still confused as Katsuki shook his head. He now had turned to face Izuku, still searching the freckled teen's face for an answer like a few days before.

“The fucking irony...” Katsuki said lowly, Izuku was still confused as he stared back. “You heard everything didn't you?”

Izuku blushed slightly, his own gaze now off to the side. “Yeah… but I have no idea what or who you were talking about.”

Katsuki sighed, but Izuku couldn't tell if it was in relief or frustration. His eyes still on Izuku, and for some reason Izuku still felt slightly embarrassed.

“Oh! Maybe I can help you tell them… if you want.”

Izuku was trying to be earnest. His helpful default nature was something that never ceased to surprise Katsuki. Yet, it was silent between the two. Katsuki still ever voiceless as if trying to quickly sift through the pros and cons of his current thoughts. Even after knowing each other for over a decade, Izuku still had trouble figuring out what Katsuki was thinking. It was also the same in reverse.

“I'm sorry I eavesdropped on you. Is there something I can do to make up fo-”

Izuku fell silent Katsuki pulled at his shirt collar to bring him closer. His stare piercing any thoughts of protest and refilling his mind with confusion and his body with a racing heart.

“You know what? Fuck it.” he said calmly, controlling his tight grip on Izuku's shirt. “Do you really want to know what I have been wishing for year after year?”

Izuku could barely think of a response. Nothing within his mind was clear. The only thing that even made any sense was that he, deep down, was curious of Katsuki's secret. Yet, before he could even form any words he was pulled even closer to have his lips meet with the other teen’s.

It was soft and warm. Izuku had never kissed anyone before outside of family. But this was new, as almost every nerve upon the surface of his lips tingled as if hoping to fully comprehend the new sensation. Memorizing every passing second before finally breaking away.

Izuku felt like he forgot to breath, knew darn well at that moment he had forgotten how to speak. He was just staring back at Katsuki, who's appeared to be calm on the outside. Izuku had barely processed the action and the question together, his gaze still firmly holding the blonde's.

“I have been wanting to ask for awhile now.” Katsuki confessed, breaking the silence. “You're just so damn hard to read. I just couldn't tell if you were into round-face or not.”

Izuku merely stared, not fully comprehending the implications. What did Uraraka have to do with this? Wait, his childhood friend for over twelve years just kissed him. On the lips. It was delightful- That wasn't important, or shouldn't it be? He had never felt this way before. His heart was pounding in his chest, his lips were still tingling. He had no real idea how to process any of it. How was he supposed to react? None of it made any lick of sense… Does-does Kacchan really feel that way?

Katsuki’s face was bright red, and it was at that moment Izuku realized he had said everything he was thinking out loud.

Izuku hid his face as he crunched into a ball. Yes, it was pretty obvious that Katsuki liked him, he wouldn’t have kissed him otherwise. He felt like his heart was going to explode from his chest as he felt his eyes sting. It was all too overwhelming. He didn’t realize that he was shaking until Katsuki’s hand rested on to his shoulder.

“Look at me.”

The statement is firm but tender leaving Katsuki’s lips. Izuku looked up, his eyes betraying him as tears started to trail down his cheeks. He didn't expect Katsuki's hand to caress his cheeks, wiping them away. Those vibrant red eyes containing more understanding than Izuku had ever seen before. The radiating warmth coming from his hand, so foreign yet comforting. Katsuki had shifted closer, to sit beside Izuku, resting his back as well along the of the bed from the floor.

“I do like you.” Katsuki said bluntly, moving his gaze from Izuku to stare at the ceiling. “And you're in my thoughts at least once a day.”

Izuku felt his insides flutter when Katsuki said it. It was the same for him too, Katsuki crossed his mind several times a day as well. Whether it be for inspiration or just genuine interest in the other, the blonde sitting beside him had always been fresh in his mind. For as long as he could remember.

“My… heart is beating so fast it hurts.” Izuku muttered as he tried to collect his thoughts. “And it is the same for me too… It seems I think about you just as much as you think about me.”

A smirk came across the blonde’s face, as if the answer to a long sought out question finally appeared. While his expression and posture nearly demanded confidence, yet Izuku noticed the slight tremble in the other’s hands that matched his own.

“Heh, mine too. At this point we’ll probably both keel over from cardiac arrest… But you know… ” Katsuki spoke softly, leaning forward as their noses almost touched. Izuku had again lost his ability to think, becoming lost in Katsuki’s eyes. “... It would be worth it.”

It had gone long past the time of thinking, the time for talking, the time for rationalizing. Their lips clashing together with enough force to push Izuku back against the side of the bed. His heart was still rapidly pounding in his chest, but now it felt pleasant. A comforting rhythm that accompanied one another's steadily.

Their actions grew from timid to lustful. From exploratory to full of silent needy demands. A complexity of tongues intertwining in a taste of melting bliss. They pressed together, wanting not to be apart. Yet when they broke apart, foreheads rested against one another as their shallow breaths tickled each others’ noses.

“Kacchan…”

Izuku's voice was nothing more but a breathless whisper. He couldn't quite see Katsuki's lips, but he could tell he was smiling. Those eyes that he would catch throughout the day looking in his direction were now captivated in peering within his own.

“...I… Kacchan I want…”

Izuku was still short of breath, the excitement being the key factor. He didn't want to be needy, he felt he didn't have the right to be. It was Katsuki's birthday afterall. It was when Katsuki hummed from amusement that he was brought his attention back to the blonde.

“Hm..? You want something more than spying on me in my room?”

Katsuki's tone was teasing, and Izuku tried to push away. That was never his intention, and it was apparent that Katsuki knew that as well. It didn't stop him from ruffling up Izuku on the inside though. It took a moment before Katsuki spoke again in the same taunting tone.

“Oh? Nothing to say…?”

Truth be told, the tone from Katsuki sent delightful chills down his spine. The intensity of Katsuki's eyes still making a thick fog in his brain that most thoughts still couldn't push through. He did however notice Katsuki slip his arms on either side of him.

“Well fine…” Katsuki grumbled as he shifted, “Maybe we'll have to start with what I want.”

It really shouldn't have surprised Izuku on how effortlessly Katsuki had picked him up off the floor. They both had done weight training and could easily dead lift their own body weight. Yet once Katsuki had plopped him onto his bed and towered above him, Izuku felt a euphoric surge through his body. Izuku saw the possessive, almost predatory, glint in Katsuki's face as his hands almost instinctively pinned Izuku down at his wrists. Katsuki slowly licked at his lips as he leaned forward, putting his weight down onto Izuku.

“I don't know where to start.” Katsuki softly murmured as he brought his head to the side of Izuku’s.

Katsuki trailed his tongue on Izuku's neck. Izuku let out a noise that he was unsure as to whether or not it truly came from him. He felt the warmth pool in his body, recognizing the beginning tells of his growing arousal. Izuku was still unsure if he should be embarrassed, excited, or a bit of both.

“Do I just take this nice and slow?” Katsuki softly said, his breath tickling Izuku's neck as his lips brushed the bare skin. “Or, do I say to hell with it and just act out every fantasy I have had for the longest time.”

Izuku gasped as Katsuki licked at his neck again. Sure, he felt like he was at the mercy of Katsuki's desires. While if you had asked him yesterday whether or not being at the other’s mercy was a good idea, the answer would have been drastically different compared to what he was feeling now. Deep down he was ever so curious on what Katsuki had been thinking about of him. Katsuki licked another long trail on Izuku’s neck, moving upward toward his ear. His lips tickling the shell of Izuku’s ear with light breaths.

“Any objections Dek-”

Katsuki cut himself off when he heard Izuku's phone rumble from his short pocket. Katsuki’s annoyance was apparent as he pushed back. Yet it doubled once his own phone began ringing from his desk. Having two calls at once was a bit odd, unless something was happening.

Izuku watched Katsuki flip over and angrily grab his phone to answer. He didn't quite grasp how close their bodies were meshed together until Katsuki's warmth was gone. Izuku shook his head to clear it, as he fished his own phone from his pockets. Oddly enough it was Todoroki, who normally preferred texting than actually calling people.

“Hello?” Izuku said timidly, trying to act normal even though his voice squeaked.

“Sorry for the intrusion. A group got together to go to karaoke tonight and we were seeing if you wanted to come. Iida and Uraraka are coming, but they're out on an errand before we head out.”

Izuku sighed, at least Todoroki was direct and to the point. His gaze turning back to Katsuki, that must have been why his phone went off as well.

“I'm sorry Todo-kun, I can't… I’m-”

“NO I’M NOT GOING OUT WITH YOU FUCKERS. I AM BUSY. WILL YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE FOR THE REST OF TODAY?”

Katsuki's voice carried through the room, and Izuku fell silent. He knew Todoroki heard that.

“Are you with Bakugou right now?”

Izuku didn't quite know how to respond, but his silence was interpreted as an answer. He was pretty sure he could still hear Katsuki as well, the blonde's voice now more subdued, but distinct.

“I.. um..”

There was a long pause of awkward silence between the two. Yet, the unexpected sound of approval came from the other side of the line.

“Ah, I understand.”

Before Izuku could form a response, he could hear muffled arguing in the background. His own eyes darting back to Katsuki who was clearly losing what little patience he had with the person on the other end.

“No. No, do not come up here. I am not answering my door. I am not going yo-”

Before Katsuki could finish his sentence, he quickly pulled his phone away from his ear as frantic screaming could be heard from the device. Izuku could hear it from his phone too, but more distinctly of Kaminari yelling at Todoroki on how cold the ice on his feet was.

“Have fun.”

That was the last thing Todoroki said before hanging up the phone. Izuku turned his phone to silent, glancing back up at Katsuki who looked as if he was trying to stop himself from throwing his phone. Izuku got up and moved toward the desk, setting his phone down. The action caught Katsuki’s attention, the two of them now easily within arm’s reach of each other.

“Un-fucking-believable...” Katsuki grumbled, almost slamming his phone against his desk.

Izuku laughed, Katsuki seemed so bent out of shape over something out of their control. It was enough of a break to calm his nerves. He could see that Katsuki was not terribly pleased with his laughter, but his grumpiness subsided as Izuku intertwined their hands.

“I… uh…”

Izuku squeezed at Katsuki's hands. He could feel his pulse in his fingers as he gripped at Katsuki's. His cheeks were burning, his mind jumping back to thoughts that had flooded through his head before they were interrupted.

“I was… curious on what you've been thinking of… for the longest time.”

When the words left his lips, he felt shy and wanting to hide. This was all new, he was unsure how to think like this for himself. He had always put others before himself, it was his self sacrificing nature. Outside of becoming number one hero he didn't really indulge on those other feelings and wants. However, when Katsuki tugged his hands down to pull Izuku forward to kiss him once more, it became abundantly clear that if he really wanted this he was needing to act as well. And honestly, if he didn't want this, he would have pushed Katsuki away from him after their first kiss.

He pushed back against Katsuki’s lips, trying to follow suit on the blonde's hungry licks and nips against their lips. He could feel Katsuki’s curl into a pleased smile, intertwining in bliss for what felt like a small eternity.

“And here I was thinking you were just going to be timid.” Katsuki nearly whispered, moving his head to the side to Izuku's ear. “Good. If you want something, then do it. But you better damn tell me if you don't like or don't want to do something.”

At this point Katsuki had pulled back into plain view. He had his normal resting features as he was trying to pick apart and see if Izuku had comprehended the statement. Izuku, though his mind was flooding with limitless possibilities, he nodded. Nothing was really screaming out in his mind as a firm objection.

Katsuki pulled Izuku, taking the opportunity to make Izuku fall backwards onto his bed once more. The blonde wasted no time to return to their previous positions. Their fingers intertwined and above Izuku's shoulders on either side with Katsuki's weight pushing them down. He leaned into Izuku, hungrily stealing kiss after kiss. Izuku pushed upward, feeling his chest flutter into bliss.

Katsuki pulled away so that their lips were barely touching. With one firm thrust of hips, they rubbed together. Excited gasps filled the silence. A moan escaped Izuku's that matched the foreign sounding one from before. Katsuki still holding Izuku's hands as they wormed into trying to free themselves to cover his mouth. A sly smile forming on Katsuki's lips as he had moved to lick at Izuku's neck.

“Mmm… yes.” Katsuki mused as he peppered Izuku's neck in suckling kisses. “I want to hear how good it feels. With all those assholes gone, we have this corner to ourselves. You'd better not hold fucking back.”

Katsuki's words were baffling, but obeyed when his teeth sunk into Izuku's neck. It felt dangerously good paired with the firm thrusts from the blonde. It was sending Izuku's mind into a blissful haze, the occasional thought of action popping into his head.

Izuku freed his hands, fishing their way into thick tuffs of blonde hair as Katsuki sunk his teeth again into the tender flesh of Izuku's neck. Katsuki groaned as Izuku pulled him backward to expose his neck and jaw into view. Izuku softly kissed the bottom of Katsuki's jaw, taking soft and gentle licks. Izuku was mildly curious why Katsuki wasn't fighting against his lead. It was not a surprise between either of them that Katsuki had always strives to be the dominant one in almost everything. However, it got Izuku curious and thinking.

He took advantage of the fact that Katsuki was distracted. Working his other hand to prop himself up for leverage, Izuku managed enough force to roll the two of them to switch positions. Izuku had removed his hand from Katsuki's hair as they rested on the other's chest. Izuku was panting, possibly out both excitement and mild fear. He hadn't expected for that to work, but the look from Katsuki was more of the cause for his excitement.

He was expecting aggravation, or some sort of disapproval. Yet it was not on Katsuki's face at all, nor in his posture. Neither was anything that would be considered submissive as well. No. He was emitting such confidence that was both in his posture and his expression. His shoulders were broad, a small devious smile playing as the precursor for other desires. His tongue peaking out to glide across the bottoms of his upper teeth.

Izuku didn't realize how much his current position exposed him for Katsuki to see. His red eyes were scoping Izuku slowly, trailing down his clothed chest. He could see the lingering desire and curiosity within Katsuki's eyes.

Izuku found himself doing the same, not really noticing how tightly fitted Katsuki's workout tank tops really were. The way it hugged into every groove down his chest. His hands were still on Katsuki's pecs, muscle firm yet soft under his touch. Izuku didn't quite realize that he was straddling Katsuki until firm hands gripped at his hips and grinded into them from below. Izuku bucked forward, amazed at how much rolling control with his hips the other had.

“Kaccha-” Izuku was interrupted by one of Katsuki's hands fishing under his shirt to grip at his chest.

Izuku was distracted by how foreignly warm Katsuki's hands were, painting warm trails into his skin as the other joined in playing around under Izuku's shirt. One had found its way to tease at one of his nipples, rolling the stiffening bud playfully under the calloused pad of his index finger. Izuku unintentionally squeezed at Katsuki's chest and the air was filled with a duet of needy moans. His palms rubbed against Katsuki's nipples through the fabric.

The two of them were lost within each other. Hands slipping softly beneath fabric in a tossle of impromptu demands. Their foreheads nearly touched as they kissed. Wanting nothing more than to eliminate the space between them and to melt into each other. Somehow they had parted long enough for their tops to come off and thrown to the side.

Izuku soon found himself fallen to his side as well, beside Katsuki who was not taking their change in position as a sign to pause. His kisses and gropes far to hungry and passionate to yield to anything but his desires. They were simply entangled. Arms grabbing at each other, pulling together in warmth as they searched every nook and crease the other's torso had to offer.

It wasn't enough, not even close. They were growing use to each other. Use to the way the other reacted to each lingering kiss and caress. Izuku loved the way Katsuki would suckle and bite at his neck, silently encouraging more with his hand fished back in Katsuki's hair. And Katsuki moaned into Izuku's neck with each gruff tug of hair, so firmly that the nails rubbed the scalp in almost a rhythmic massage. Izuku's other hand was kneading into the stiff muscles on Katsuki's back, stretching into the touch.

Katsuki pulled away, bringing himself insight of Izuku. They were both short of breath, the pure excitement and adrenaline fueling their desires. Izuku stared back, mild confusion plaguing his mind. Yet, the pause was welcomed. Being able to reform, appreciate, and comprehend their actions without a shred of regret or doubt. However, as the two pondered into each other's eyes, it started to become clear what the other was looking for.

It became even clearer when Katsuki’s hand slid below Izuku's waistband and stopped.

They were both searching for any hint of rejection. Any minor sign or signal that this was unwanted. They were already fueled by their young hormones, getting their first tastes of this unexplored territory of pleasure. Most of the actions before could be easily written off or forgotten. However, now was the larger step, a line once travelled that would yield into a new definition into their relationship. A realm which had only been explored in fantasies in the corners of their mind.

It was silent, both hearts pounding in the grueling anticipation. They both seemed to be holding their breath, trying to decipher each other’s intent. Both teens could barely form coherent sentences through nearly silent needy whines that had settled deep within their throats. For them to have such patience not to act was absolutely surprising.
Izuku was the first to break. Not in an audible response, but rather one more physical. He reclaimed Katsuki's lips with his own as he slid his own hand through the blonde's sweats. At that same moment Izuku bucked into Katsuki's hand, and it was enough confirmation either needed.

They were drinking each other’s moans as if each one was their last. Everything was hot to the touch. Katsuki was playfully pulling at Izuku, experimenting with his grip to see how he responded. They broke apart from kissing, Izuku resting his head on the side of Katsuki’s. Izuku was also being a little experimental with his hand as well, playfully twisting at Katsuki's cock as he pumped.

Neither suspected that this would feel so good. Thoughts travelling to fuel their desires for more. Izuku was trying his best to hold back some of his moaning, Katsuki's shoulder moist from Izuku's breath. Katsuki had his head leaning against Izuku's, feeling the other's breathing as comfort to match his own, pleasured, needy breaths. He was trying his best to hold his in as well. His own hissing quietly through his teeth as he fought to keep his eyes from closing.

It soon became not enough, exciting but plain. Katsuki was the first to tug at Izuku's shorts, signifying that he wanted them off. It was enough of a tell to merrit a break between the two, attending to their own clothing and tossing it aside. It was relieving to free themselves from their clothing, the cramped space was adding nothing but unwanted chafing and awkward tension.

They both took a moment to look at each other. Not so much to compare, but more so to just see each other. They had seen each other naked before, that wasn't anything terribly new. However, with their current circumstances, it brought more meaning behind it. They were both rather hard, the beginning signs of precum dribbling from the tips. Their desire for each other as apparent as the noses on their faces.

Izuku gasped, surprised that Katsuki had grabbed his leg to pull himself closer. It was once their hips aligned that everything clicked. Katsuki had taken the liberty to take both their cocks into his hand, squeezing them together as Izuku got as close to Katsuki. Izuku's hand joined on the other side, attempting to match the pressure and pace.

The pace was slow at first, gradually increasing in tempo with each pump of their hands. They fought hard against the urge to thrust their hips into their hands. The additional, timid thrusts adding the right touch of friction to make it sporadic and unpredictable. Their senses becoming blissful and intoxicated with each other.

Izuku’s pants became blissful and shallow pleas, everything inside building pressure and threatening to burst at any second.

“Ah ah… Kacchan… I'm so close…” Izuku managed to pant out between vigorous pumps.

Katsuki quickened the pace, urging Izuku silently to do the same. The blonde's breath also hitching to match Izuku's.

“... me too.” Katsuki whispered weakly as he stared deeply into Izuku's eyes. “... ah. Don't… don't look away.”

Izuku attempted to keep his eyes open, his eyes watering as he felt himself come undone. He was soaking in Katsuki's face, the way he looked so open. It was a look just for him in this moment, beyond the facades he held up everyday. The way Katsuki's labored yet needy breaths were feeling for him, wanting him and only him. Those red eyes desperately pleading for Izuku’s gaze to stay with his, within this moment that was theirs and only theirs.

It was enough to push himself over the edge. His whole body trembled, as he squeezed himself closer to Katsuki. His heart fluttering with excitement as he fought his closing eyes.

They both came hard, spilling over across their hands as they gradually slowed their pace to a stop. Their shuddering breaths the only sound that filled the silence as they basked in each other’s warmth. Izuku felt heavy, everything feeling a sense of ease and warmth. Katsuki was the first to actually move, reaching over to grab his shirt up from where it as tossed on the nightstand to help clean them both up before tossing it over toward his hamper.

“Happy birthday Kacchan.” Izuku said softly, the warmth radiating from the words much like the tender smile upon his face.

Katsuki flopped onto his back, eyes questioning Izuku as he stretched backward. It was nearly silent between the two. A comforting sigh escaped Katsuki along with the starting tells of a content smile.

“Probably one of my better ones.” he sighed, his own mind trailing off into his thoughts.

“Oh? Really?” Izuku teased, “I mean we could go have some more fun with everyone. I can easily text Uraraka-chan about where they went for karaok-”

“Nope.” Katsuki interrupted flatly, his free arm wrapping around Izuku and bringing him close. “I prefer this than some stupid noisy karaoke bar.”

Izuku laughed, it truly felt comforting that Katsuki would rather stay like this then head out. Truth be told, Izuku felt the same way. He was laying on his side, head resting on Katsuki's chest. He could hear the steady and strong beat of Katsuki’s heart, a beat swelling for him and only him.

Izuku closed his eyes, feeling the way Katsuki’s fingers weaved their way back into his hair. They petted affectionately into his curls, his head nuzzling into Katsuki’s shoulder. With everyone else gone, the building was silent, nothing more than the ticking of the clock creating a comforting lull of white noise to calm their minds into sleep. For now, time was on their side to make this moment last for what felt like an eternal dream.