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Katsuki groans softly, stretching his sore back from being in many different positions and holding them for hours on end. His back pops and cracks as he sighs loudly, relief clear on his face. As Katsuki relaxes his arms, he scrubs his face, red eyes glaring at the ground at the soft whispers and giggles coming from behind his door to his private room in the studio.
The large door is black in color, matching all the other door colors with one-way window panes, seeming a tinted, frosted black on the outside, and on the inside, it's as clear as day. Katsuki tilts his head sideways, peering over his shoulders at the three girls crowded around his door, all red-faced and giggly, their eyes flickering down to the door handle. Katsuki glares harder, the bad mood starting to fester and eat away at his little happiness for this damn exhausting shoot being over with and done. Now he didn't have to do anything for a few weeks as the photos were processed, edited, and printed. Then the cycle would repeat, but at least it paid well.
(And if Katsuki stored most of that money away in a bank account made just for spoiling Izuku, well...nobody could judge him. He'd soon have an angel as a boyfriend.)
Before Katsuki can think about throwing the door opening and yelling at the annoying cows out in front of his door, watching them freak and scuttle away like little bugs, his phone buzzes softly on the charging pad, the screen lighting up. Katsuki raises a trim, cut eyebrow as he walks over, scratching his side as he does. He tunes out those annoying bitches muffled giggles, staring down at the phone, the bad mood melting away instantly.
The phone screen had three notifications on them, locked away until Katsuki unlocked his phone, but the name on the notification made his heart flutter with sick, honey-sweet glee. The scowl chipped deep into his facial features melts away into a soft, shy smile, red eyes practically lighting up like neon signs in the dark as he picks up his phone. He holds his phone still, unlocking the phone as the notifications of the messages, previously blank with a simple 'Message' text, reveal texts Izuku sent him.
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'Baby' 8;25 AM
"Hi, Kacchan!! I hope you have a great day today ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)"
'Baby' 12:13 PM
"Hi, Kacchan!! I'm out for lunch with my friends!! I think you'd like this place!! They have good spicy ramen!! Have a good shoot ♡♡+.ﾟ(￫ε￩*)ﾟ+.ﾟ"
'Baby' 13 minutes ago
"Hi, Kacchan!! I can't wait for our date tonight!! ヾ(｡･ω･)ｼ I know you won't tell me where we're going, so what should I wear? Casual? Fancy?? ahh, pls let me know soon so I can freak out for an hour max,, hehe. Anyways!! Have a good day, Kacchan!! ꉂ (′̤ॢ∀ ू‵̤๑))ˉ̞̭♡"
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Katsuki's smile grows as he reads Izuku's texts, his heart soaring with each Kaomoji, feeling his heart thunder and slam against his ribcage like it was trying to beat out of his chest. His cheeks felt hot, and a quick glance towards the mirror in his dressing/lounge room shows his face is a bright red, nearly matching his eyes.
He huffs softly, red eyes tracking back down towards his phone as he blindly maneuvers to the large grey couch in his room, flopping down onto the comfy cushions. He glares at his phone, no heat behind the fiery gaze as he opens his messages, re-reading the messages Izuku sent him, making his heart skip a few beats in the process before his thumbs start to tap away.
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'Katsuki'
"Just casual, nerd. Don't freak yourself out, you'll look good in anything, even those cringy ass word t-shirts you have."
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Katsuki hits send, watching the text pop up onto the screen, watching as the delivered text pops up under the text, smiling softly. He sits up, throwing his phone back onto the charging pad, watching the charging icon pop up onto the screen before it goes dark, standing up off the couch and walking over to his vanity.
He glares at himself in the mirror, grabbing a few make-up wipes to wipe off the eyeliner and extensive soft golden highlighter dusting his brows, cheeks, and nose. He scrubs harshly, hardly wincing at the pain as he throws the used wipes out, silently cursing the new makeup artist who did his makeup for putting a fuck ton of highlighter on. At this point, he's gonna fucking sparkle in the sun like that vampire dude from nightfall? Sundown? Dusk??
He didn't know; he wasn't really paying attention to Deku ranting about that movie; he was too focused on staring at his future boyfriend, who was like an angel.
Katsuki groaned loudly, sighing happily as he checked for any leftover highlighter, back to his natural glow and skin. With a relaxed sigh, Katsuki rolled his shoulder and returned to where his phone was, patting his red, irritated cheeks. He picked up his phone, his smile returning as he saw Izuku's reply.
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'Baby'
"Excuse me my word shirts aren't tacky!! ૮( ᵒ̌▱๋ᵒ̌ )ა how dare u!! （○｀Ｏ'○）"
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Katsuki snorted softly, loving to rile Izuku up any chance he got.
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'Katsuki'
"Sorry, love, but they're tacky."
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Katsuki grinned softly, locking his phone as he started to get ready to leave, collecting his shit and heading out the door, glaring at the girls who crowded around his room, making their blushes vanish into pale, ghostly white faces at the dark look Katsuki sends them. He grins internally as they watch as he rounds the corner, disappearing.
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Katsuki checks himself in his large mirror, shaking out his right leg, making his black pant leg roll down, nodding to himself. He gave himself a once over, liking the outfit he picked out. It was casual, with black sweats from his own line of designer clothes, with the Kanji of 'DIE' on the right pant leg in orange color, popping on the all-black sweats. The strings were black and orange, a swirl of both. He wore all black knit Balenciaga shoes, the 'sock shoes' as everyone called them.
With that, he paired his outfit with a white shirt, a small red gear decal on his right pec, subtle merch of one of his best friends, who was a popular work-out YouTuber and streamer, Red Riot, or Eijiro Kirishima, the literal definition of himbo sunshine. He also had in his black earrings, simple black studs, with one of his ears having a small black cross hanging from it, and a few rings defining his large, veined hands.
He looked hot as fuck.
Katsuki snatched his car keys from his nice wooden bowl, with small cracks filled with gold, Kintsugi, given to him by Izuku, who liked doing arts and crafts. Katsuki treasured that bowl, and it made him smile every time he walked by it. With a deep breath in, he stepped out of his hi-rise apartment, locking the door behind him as he walked to the elevator, ignoring other people going in and out of their apartments, seeing as work was ending for many people.
He stood by the elevator, bumping the button with his elbow as he waited, texting back and forth with Izuku about little things and keeping Izuku from freaking the hell out about what he needed to wear, with Katsuki assuring him it wasn't a Michelin star restaurant that they were going to.
The elevator beeped, and Katsuki stepped into it, glancing up to slap the basement floor button, an underground garage where all of the tenant's cars were stored. He didn't really look up from his phone as the elevator made occasional stops on other floors, letting people in and out. Katsuki minded his business; head dipped to look at his phone, leaning on the elevator wall, one foot crossed over his ankle.
He was relaxed, ears picking up the sound of people coming and leaving the elevator, dull thuds of dress shoes, sharp clicks of heels, and the soft padding sound of flats. He didn't care to look up until he realized they were finally at his stop, at the underground garage. He huffed softly, pushing off the wall with his shoulders, walking out of the elevator. He passes rows and rows of sports cars and more modest but still expensive cars before he comes to where his cars are, locked away in a large vault for the very rich who live in this complex, including Katsuki.
Katsuki swipes his keycard, allowing his finger to be pricked in order to test if it was actually Katsuki and not someone who had stolen his card. After a moment, the sound of the heavy lock slowly being pulled back echoes, and a small, robotic 'Hello, Mr. Bakugou Katsuki' echoes. Katsuki walks into the vault as the door opens, hearing it click close behind him as he enters. In front of him lay his four cars, a matte black tesla hooked up to the charging port, his jet grey Bugatti Chiron Super Sport, with a red interior and red details, a dark forest green corvette, and a simple black electric SUV plugged into the second charger behind the tesla.
Katsuki opens his wallet, pulls his tesla key out of a card slot, walking over to the car. He unlatches the charger, slips it back into the port, and unlocks the vehicle. Katsuki ducks down as he settles into the driver's seat, allowing the car a moment to turn on as he activates the vaults car door, watching it slowly crank open.
Katsuki drives through the streets of Tokyo, heading towards Izuku's house in a nice but middle-class area, humming softly as his playlist plays in the background.
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Katsuki pulls into Izuku's driveway, letting the smaller man know he's here. He sits in his car for a few minutes, scrolling through his phone as he relaxes, peeking up when light spills through the front door. Izuku emerges, looking as beautiful as always, but his outfit makes Katsuki's dumb heart skip a few beats. Izuku wears soft, light wash mom jeans, hugging his tiny waist, flaring around his pretty legs, and a chunky, soft knit green sweater. The arms of the sweater hang over Izuku's delicate hands like fucking sweater paws. His gold glasses hang off the bridge of his nose, the wide circular lenses giving Izuku a rather innocent feel. Izuku wears the pretty embroidered Doc Martins, with little bees buzzing around blue and white flowers on the back and wrapping around the ankle area.
Katsuki smiles as Izuku locks his door, skipping down the three steps and smiling brightly at him as the door to the tesla opens for him without him having to touch it, plopping into the heated seat. "Hi, Kacchan!" Izuku smiles at him, making Katsuki smile softly. "Hi, Deku," The two lean close for a soft, loving kiss. Katsuki watches as Izuku's face flushes softly, those pretty rosy cheeks scrunching as Izuku smiles at him. Katsuki listens to Izuku as he starts to chatter away about his day, one hand on the wheel, the other rubbing Izuku's knuckles softly.
As the two drive, Katsuki can't help but think that he's the luckiest man alive right now. A beautiful boyfriend-to-be and nobody can get in his way.
(If they do well...
Things might get...dirty.)
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The restaurant Katsuki pulls into is a tiny hole-in-the-wall mom-and-pop restaurant he and his family had been going to ever since he was born. He steps out of his car, opening Izuku's door for him, stealing a chaste kiss from the little man, making him flush a pretty pink. The car locks as they walk into the restaurant, ducking under the fabric in front of the door. The smell wafting outside was nothing like the fantastic smell inside, smelling of everything nostalgic, filling their noses with those mouth-watering smells.
Izuku's eyes shine, and Katsuki grins, hearing familiar shuffling coming closer. The two look over as Grammy and Pop poke their heads out from the kitchen, their faces lighting up as they shuffle over. "Oh, Katsuki-kun! It's been a while! Look how big you've gotten!" Grandma speaks, a warm smile on her face as she shuffles towards the large blond, the tips of Katsuki's ears flushing a soft pink.
"I was just here last week," Katsuki mutters, a pout on his face as Granny giggles. Izuku stands a little behind Katsuki, watching the interaction with a small smile as Pop talks to Katsuki before Granny turns towards him, surprise washing over her face for a moment before a soft smile pulls on her wrinkled cheeks. "Well, look at you, sweetheart," Granny says, warm hands cupping Izuku's cheeks, "Oh, you're the boy making Katsuki-kun happier than we've ever seen him," Granny coos, making Izuku flush bright red. "W-Well- I-" Izuku stutters, looking down shyly.
"Hm, such a sweet man, make our Katsuki-kun happy. Now! What would you like to eat, darling?" Granny smiles, patting Izuku's head. Izuku tells her his order with a flushed face as the woman smiles before shuffling off towards the kitchen, knowing what Katsuki wanted, as the man never changed his order. Katsuki huffed softly as pop patted him on the shoulder, following his wife back as he ushered the small man over to a booth in the back, sitting down in the other booth after Izuku was situated.
Izuku practically drooled at the warm, steaming Katsudon placed in front of him, flashing Granny a bright, sunshine smile while Katsuki grunted his thanks.
"Mmm! It's sho gud!" Izuku squealed, looking like he was in heaven. Katsuki smirked softly, taking a large slurp of the spicy broth in his ramen, feeling the nostalgic warmth fill him. The two ate and chatted, giggling and telling each other about their days as the night continued on. As they talked, neither of them were really paying attention to anything except each other, in their own little world.
Though, Katsuki did keep an ear out for the sound of people entering and exiting the small restaurant, knowing it was near a college and a lot of broke college students like to hang out or buy from this restaurant due to them being open very late and having low prices.
He doesn't pay any mind to a few people coming and going, listening to Izuku's tale about that day that he didn't get to finish in the car, listening to the man try to stay on track before going off on a tangent in a random area about specific facts about something, which Katsuki soaks up like a damn sponge.
Izuku was startled out of his tangent when someone sat down next to him, making him jump with a soft shriek, whipping his head to see Uraraka sitting next to him, a smile on her face. "Hey~! I hope you don't mind I sit here! Your friend won't mind, will he, Izu~kun?" Uraraka said, leaning closer to him, his heart beating a mile a minute, staring at the woman. "Uh- I, uhm..."
Izuku stumbled over his words, trying to blink away the shock and slight hurt for his friend interrupting his date. His eyes flickered over to Katsuki, who looked at the woman with a bone-chilling, dark look. Katsuki's eyes were half-lidded, warm carmine eyes now looking like puddles of freshly spilt blood; his face, which was once passive and had a soft smile, was blank of any emotions, something swirling in those pools of blood red.
It sent a dark, chilling shiver down Izuku's spine; his arms, covered by his large sweater, bloomed with rippling goosebumps. Katsuki no longer looked like the usual Kacchan he was used to, who laughed at his jokes, argued with him about All Might, and laid with him in their calls at night, talking to each other as they fell asleep together. Katsuki looked dark, sinister, and looked like a walking red flag. It scared him and sent a dangerous shiver down his spine, feeling like spiders were crawling under his skin, tickling his spine.
(But well, Izuku's favorite color was red...)
"U-Uhm...W-What- uh, are you okay with it, Kacchan?" Izuku asked, watching the blond's face lose that dark look, eyes flickering towards him with that familiar warmth.
"Tch, s'fuckin' fine, round face can sit with us, I guess," Katsuki grumbled, taking a heavy sip of his spicy broth, feeling the burning broth tumble down his throat. Izuku looked slightly dejected but scooted over so his friend could sit in the booth properly, instead of hanging off the side, halfway on the booth. Katsuki could feel his hand tighten around his chopsticks, trying to control his grip to not snap the metal chopsticks in half, staring at the brunette bitch who decided to crash their date, the one where Katsuki was going to ask Izuku to be his boyfriend.
Katsuki could feel his teeth grind together as the woman scrunched her nose up, pulling her arms closer together. Her shitty boobs popped out of the low-cut dress she was wearing, batting her lashes at Izuku, who was munching on his Katsudon, cheeks looking like a chipmunk. Katsuki's heart warmed, but that feeling quickly died as round face continued to flirt and whine when Izuku wasn't giving her attention, trying to scooch away from the woman subtly.
"So, round cheeks, whadd'ya doing here?" Katsuki asks, slurping noodles up, staring at the woman who flushes awakrdly under his stare. "U-Uhm, I was in the area, and had a craving for some food and found this p-place, yeah..." Round face says, clearly lying, "A-And, it's not Round face, my name is Uraraka Ochako," Round face pouts, staring at Katsuki before flicking her shit brown eyes over to Izuku, who had taken another mouthful of Katsudon into his mouth, looking adorable as always.
A piece of rice was sticking to the side of his mouth, and Katsuki practically sees the lightbulb go off above Round face's head. She starts to reach over, but Katsuki is quicker, thanking any deity out there for giving him long arms, wiping the rice grain off, smirking at Izuku, who flushes a dark pink, "Got somethin' there,"
Katsuki says, pulling his thumb back slightly, showing the small rice grain on his thumb. Izuku uses his chopstick to take the grain off his thumb, popping it into his mouth with a smile. "Thank you, Kacchan!" Izuku smiles, and Katsuki returns it with his own smile. His red eyes slice over to Uraraka, who looks like she's about to pop a fuse, trying to steel her expression.
Katsuki decides, after a night of horrid, blatant flirting from Uraraka, and a ruined date, she needs to go.
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"Her name is Uraraka Ochako, I want her gone." He says into the phone, staring at the city below, stars in the sky looking beautiful. He sits in his large leather chair, staring out the window.
"Yes sir...How quick?" The person on the other side of the call asks, their voice slightly distorted.
"As soon as possible,"
"How do you want her to disappear?"
Katsuki grins,
"I think she should finally be going to live with her mystery man, you think?"
The person on the other side of the call gulps, shivering at the dark tone in the model's voice, knowing not to question it.
"Yes, sir..."
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"Deku," Katsuki says, staring up at the stars in the field they lay in, the flowers around them swaying softly. "Mm?" Izuku hums softly, staring at the blond. Katsuki turns onto his side, one arm under his head, the other cupping Izuku's cheek softly.
"Be mine?" Katsuki asks, eyes soft.
Izuku's breath stalls in his throat, eyes widening. His brain seems to slide back to that day in the restaurant where Uraraka had crashed their date, that dark, chilling look on Katsuki's face. His instincts told him Katsuki was no good, and nothing good would come out of hanging around him anymore. But Izuku ignored them.
He decided to not judge the blond on one thing, but as more dates were crashed by the brunette, Izuku slowly saw a darker, twisted side to Katsuki, revealing another side of Katsuki Izuku didn't really want to see.
(Speaking of Uraraka...he hadn't seen her around too much lately.
He wonders if she's okay...)
Izuku smiles, tears gathering in his eyes. "I was already yours, Kacchan! I love you," Izuku leans in, sealing their lips in a soft kiss as they smile against each other's lips, happy as can be.
(Wherever she is...she hopes she's okay,)
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"Is she gone?" Katsuki asks, stirring a large pot of soup, staring at the large picture of his boyfriend and him cuddled on the couch on the kitchen counter near the stove, a gift from Izuku for their fifth month anniversary.
"Yes sir, she is.
She'll never be heard from again,"
Katsuki grins.
Good.
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"I-I don't know why she left like that!" Izuku sobs into his shoulder, having been a month since mysterious texts from Uraraka had gone out to every one of her friends, family, and co-workers. They simply read that she was leaving Japan in twenty minutes to be with her estranged fiancé, and they would never hear from her again. She wished them well, before blocking everyone on her phone and taking out the battery in her phone.
Nobody had seen her since that day.
Izuku was distraught losing his best friend of years, but Katsuki was there every step of the way, every breakdown, every part of the cycle of grief Izuku went through, he was there to wipe his tears away, tuck him into bed, and chase away bad thoughts and nightmares.
I won, bitch.
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"Deku? I'm home!" Katsuki said, wincing slightly as his jacket rubbed against his tender shoulder, aggravating the tender skin. "In the living room! Welcome home!" Echoed in the house, making Katsuki smile as he stepped into his house slippers, shuffling down the hall and into the living room, where Izuku was bundled up in a large blanket, with their large grey Akita, Toshi, sleeping against him, big fluffy head in Izuku's lap. "Hi, baby," Katsuki muttered, leaning over to give Izuku a kiss. "Hi, Kacchan!" Izuku smiles, eyes glowing as he stared up at his fiancé, pretty freckled cheeks flushed a soft pink.
"Wanna show you somethin'," Katsuki mutters, sitting down in front of Izuku, pulling a pillow under his ass from the kotatsu, stealing an orange slice from Izuku's plate too. "Ready?" Katsuki asked, unzipping his jacket as Izuku nodded. Katsuki wouldn't say he wasn't nervous for Izuku's response, but it was now or never. With careful movements, Katsuki slid the jacket off his left arm, revealing a sizeable tattoo on his large, strong left shoulder.
Izuku moved closer to look, staring at it through the plastic wrapped over it, eyes widening when he saw the large tattoo proudly donning a black 'I' in the middle, with a small line connecting to a half circle at the bottom, with two angel wings flaring out around it, connected to the half-circle, vines coiling around the black wings, the leaves and veins on the vines were gold, along with the outline of the vines.
"Do..do you uh, like it?" Katsuki asked after a moment of silence, watching Izuku's expression. Izuku's bright eyes tracked back to him, a bright smile slipping over his face as he tugged Katsuki's face close to his, foreheads and noses touching, "I love it, Kacchan! And I love you," Izuku giggled, kissing him softly. Butterflies fluttered in Katsuki's stomach, smiling into the kiss as Toshi, their Akita, howled for attention, making the two pull away and laugh at the large dog, watching that curled tail wag.
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"Kacchan?" Izuku called out, coming back from running a few errands. "In the bedroom," Katsuki grunted, and Izuku smiled, kissing Toshi on the head as the Akita panted, skittering off towards the living room as Izuku skipped off towards their bedroom. Katsuki was laying on the bed, shirtless due to the summer heat, scrolling through his phone. It had been a few months since Katsuki had gotten his tattoo, and Izuku loved seeing it every day. It reminded him that Katsuki was his, and he was Katsuki's.
"Kacchan?" Izuku asked, and Katsuki looked up, staring at his fiancé before his jaw dropped. Izuku was pulling down his loose sweatpants on his left side, showing a near identical tattoo to his own, only the wings on either side looked more like bat wings, and the vines were exchanged with thorned vines, detailed with gold and red, and the letter 'K' was proudly sitting where his tattoo's 'I' was.
Katsuki's jaw was practically sliding down his chest as he stared at him eyes flicking back up to Izuku, both of their cheeks a dark pink. "Fuuuck, that's hot," Katsuki grinned, biting his lip. Izuku giggled, flopping onto the bed, getting pulled onto Katsuki's chest, peppering kisses on Katsuki's face. "Now we match!" Izuku exclaimed, smiling softly.
"Yeah, we do..."
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Flies buzz around the deteriorating body, laying in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, in a large wooden area. Soft pajamas lay on the bodies frame, splattered with old, dried blood and fly larva eating away.
Uraraka Ochako laid in the forest, dead, forgotten, and wasting away.
She lost.
He won.