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Katsuki doesn’t even know how it lead to this. One moment he was doing his eyeliner, the next, he’s on top of Izuku. Dork’s eyes are closed with a small smile on his face as he waits for whatever Katsuki would do to him, eyeliner still in hand.
“You know there’s this meme about you-“ Izuku pauses as Katsuki manhandles his face. Only for a bit before continuing. “It was this fanart of you, having a hero call but you’re running late because you have to put your eyeliner on first.” Izuku giggles after, as if clearly remembering and picturing the scenario. Katsuki scoffs. As if, he would ever.
“That’s bullshit and you know it.”
Katsuki feels his fingers twitch a bit. Its not like hes ever done this for anyone else before. But when Izuku fixates on something, he always has to see it through. Stupid short shit, and his stupid stupid brain.
Katsuki feels his frown intensify as he concentrates on his craft. Izuku’s face doesn’t really suit messy liner and dark filled in waterlines. Not anymore at least. And yet his baby face is ever present, making that much of a contrast against the emo esc look.
Its like a twelve year old just discovered my chemical romance or something. Katsuki pictures it and grins freely. Not like Izuku can even see him right now.
“I’ve never done this for anyone else so if it looks like shit you can’t punch me okay dipshit?”
Izuku barely even hums. Like he’s content with whatever. Like he has that much trust in Katsuki.
Katsuki ignores the small flame inside his heart at that. Moving closer towards the lump of muscle that Izuku is. Ignoring the way the twerp’s hand tightens on one of his thighs while the other is safely placed on his waist. As if making sure Katsuki won’t fall off.
Fuckkkk off.
He tightens his thighs slightly despite himself. Feeling satisfied at the huff of air Izuku lets out. The anger and embarrassment simmering down.
“Why the sudden interest, changing your look?” Izuku frowns a little at that. Katsuki can almost see his eyes rolling behind his eyelids.
“Ha Ha… very funny…”
“Open up, but look up.” Katsuki slaps Izuku’s cheek gently. Grinning at the playful glare he receives before Izuku follows his instructions.
“I thought it’d be fun.” Izuku answers the question. Katsuki barely pays attention though, too busy trying to paint Izuku’s waterline without poking the loser in the eye. Twenty three years of living and he goes out by Katsuki’s eyeliner? Katsuki wouldn’t even go to the funeral. He’d lie about the murder too, Deku deserves a cooler death than that.
“And I know you like to pretend to be tough and angry still but I know you’re a big softy.” Katsuki pauses, glaring down at the little shit. Wow, Deku grew balls, okay now he really wants to stab him in the eye. “Deep deep deep down inside hidden behind like, maybe the size of the atlantic ocean, is where this small spot of niceness lays within you.” Izuku’s smiling like he just said the funniest joke ever. Ha. Katsuki manhandles his face to the other side. Ignoring the flush on his face and the way he feels like mushy shit.
“And I know you’d do it for me if I asked.” Content and happy, Izuku lays there like he didn’t just rock Katsuki’s world and everything he knows.
As if he would ever do this for anyone else other than this fucking loser. He almost feels insulted. He would never, ever, do this feelings and kumbaya talk with anyone else. Not cause its beneath him, no, Katsuki knows that hes allowed to care, he does care, in his own way. He needs to be better, because he wasn’t for a long time, but he’s also learning this shit as he goes. And Izuku’s full of it. This whateverness of rainbows and sunshine, its like he wakes up and it comes second nature to him. Like if Katsuki searched up what it means to be nice, a giant picture slideshow of Izuku through the ages will show up.
“Aren’t you just full of it.” Defense. Attack. Hide. Repeat. Katsuki feels like he’s sixteen again and thats an ugly feeling he blinks away through quickly. Fuck feelings. Fuck Izuku’s stupid smile. And fuck his dopey looking expression.
“Are you almost done Kacchan, I wanna see.” Izuku pats Katsuki through his excitement. Katsuki can only huff. Laying down the finishing touches.
“Okay, open up and look at me.” Big mistake. Huge. Katsuki regrets it the moment he said it. Izuku’s eyes are huge. It adds to his thing. The rainbow and sunshine shit.
“How do I look?” Izuku asks, smiling brightly like he always does when hes looking at Katsuki. And Katsuki can only stare. He looks different. The eyeliner reminds him of those Visual Kei dudes but cutesy? Its not bad, just different. Katsuki keeps staring, tracing his thumb under Izuku’s right eye. The freckles really add to the rainbow sunshine thing, Katsuki hums.
“Cute.” Izuku instantly frowns at that. Big pout and all. Katsuki scoffs and shrugs. Smushing the nerd’s face away before getting up to retrieve a hand mirror. He feels the warmth of Izuku leave instantly. He pays no attention towards the way his body almost misses it.
He tosses it towards Izuku. Knowing the dork will catch it even if his aim is shit. And pays attention towards his expression.
“Hmmm, I thought I’d look cooler, like you. I kinda look like I need to sleep though.” Izuku sighs. Smiling despite his lack of appreciation towards Katsuki’s hard work.
Katsuki almost rolls his eyes. Marching up towards Izuku and snatching the nerd’s face like before. Just this time standing up. Izuku’s chin digs at the bottom of Katsuki’s chest. Katsuki’s hands framing his face, similar to an eager child with a stress ball toy.
Katsuki stares again. Letting his eyes trail through everything Izuku’s offering.
“Spill.” Secrets between them don’t really work because Izuku worries as a fault, and Katsuki’s an open book. At least to Izuku he is.
Izuku has the decency to look away first, before sighing as if he’s forfeiting himself.
“Just, miss it at times.” Izuku says it like it stings. Katsuki takes the confession and lets it fuel the fire inside his soul.
“Sensei Midoriya isn’t cutting it anymore.” Mean and bitter. Katsuki bites it out because he can. Because if he doesn’t it’ll grow and become something ugly inside of him.
Izuku only glares slightly. The tips of his ears red as hell though. Katsuki feels the warmth. It’d burn through his palms if it could. He doesn’t pay attention to the way his body would welcome it entirely without a fight.
Its silent as Izuku sulks and Katsuki lets the bittersweet feeling simmer over, just a bit.
“I think you’re full of shit, and I also think you’re probably the best teacher that school could ever ask for.” Katsuki confesses it and doesn’t cringe at the way he’s speaking wholeheartedly.
If anything its enough for Izuku. His eyes gloss up the way they always do when he’s emotional and close to tears.
“Thanks Kacchan, that means a lot, coming from you.” Izuku sniffles. Wide eyes glazed and crinkled as he smiles up at Katsuki. As if Katsuki just gave him the world or something.
There’s like a million warning alarms blasting inside Katsuki’s frame of mind as he stares down at his friend. Because they are friends. They’ve been friends for a long time now. He’ll never say it outloud, but Izuku knows. He has to.
Its like a cracked glow stick clicks inside Katsuki’s brain. How much he cares for Izuku. How much his soul burns for the other to acknowledge him again. How he always finds himself looking for him in a mission, because that’s all he’s ever known. He craves it. Like an addictive drug that powers him to be the best version of himself.
But Izuku’s not there yet. And he might never be. So Katsuki settles down. And squeezes the nerd’s face. Squishing his cheeks almost painfully. Doing it all with a mean smile on his face.
He’ll wait. For as long as he has to. Its his turn now. Izuku’s done it enough for the both of them.
He’ll burn enough for the two of them to keep Izuku warm. He’ll do it willingly. All mushy shit and rainbows and sunshine.