Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/11448912. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia Relationship: Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku Character: Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Izuku, Kirishima_Eijirou Additional Tags: Underage_Sex, Emotional_Constipation, Porn_with_Feelings, bdsm undertones, Bakugou_is_sorry_for_being_a_jerk Stats: Published: 2017-07-09 Words: 5711 ****** Boys on the Seashore ****** by purpleho Summary Katsuki and Izuku fuck around, but to Katsuki it's so much deeper. Notes this is my first mha fic. i hope my characterization of bakugou makes sense. comments are always appreciated ~~ this was inspired by: - the manga a girl on the shore by inio asano - the song borderline by king krule There’s a moment when Bakugou Katsuki realizes he’s absolutely fucked, in more ways than one.   Midoriya Izuku is fucking him for the third, maybe fourth time this week.   Katsuki is splayed out on his tummy on his own bed, grasping for dear life at the tangled sheets beneath him. His head is being shoved into his pillow hard by a hand tangled in his hair, to the point where he almost can’t breath.   But he likes it like that. It’s exciting like that.   Izuku fucks into him hard, shaking the bed frame with each snap of his hips. Jolting Katsuki forward with each sharp thrust. Izuku’s hand that isn’t wound tight in Katsuki’s hair is slapping at his ass, painting it red, making it throb with each bittersweet sting.   Katsuki has on his thin leather collar. He brought it online on a whim and wears it whenever he has a chance now. It chafes against his neck as his head is smashed into the pillow in front of his face. It feels good.   Katsuki whimpers pathetically as his cock rolls around in the puddle of his own cum below his hips. He’d already came twice just from prostate stimulation. He was overstimulated beyond belief but the burn of almost being pushed completely over the edge was so exhilarating. He’s all but screaming into his pillow by the time Izuku is anywhere near his own orgasm.   Then there’s this moment.   Izuku yanks Katsuki’s head back by his hair, lifts his head up in such a way that his back is arched, curved inward.   Katsuki bites down hard on his own lip, trying hard to muffle any sounds that threaten to slip out of his mouth. He doesn’t know if his mom is home yet, but he definitely doesn’t want her to hear him like this if she is.   “Gonna come,” Izuku grunts, grip on Katsuki’s hair tightening.   He’s thrusting hard and fast. Steadily focusing on his own release. Katsuki squeezes his asshole around Izuku’s cock and gets a high pitched moan out of him. Katsuki smirks to himself as much as he can through the burn of sore pleasure.   “L-lemme eat it,” Katsuki grunts out.   Izuku’s hips stutter to a near stop with a few more shallow thrusts and he pulls out with a nasty squelch. He let’s go of Katsuki so he can pull off his condom and Katsuki crawls himself around on shaky knees and elbows to face Izuku.   Katsuki looks at him then, as Izuku finishes himself off sloppily, bucking into his own palm and tugging hard.   He might actually be the most beautiful person Katsuki has ever seen.   Izuku is covered in a sweaty sheen, he’s all but shimmering in the fading natural light of the day that peaks through Katsuki’s blinds and into his dim bedroom   His hair is a fucked out mess, and the skin around his chest is a deep red. His lips are all red and sheen with spit.   And he’s gorgeous.   That’s when Katsuki realizes just how fucked he is.   As Midoriya Izuku cums messily in his mouth and on his lips, hoarsely whispering “Good boy” and petting his head, Katsuki realizes he’s completely and utterly fucked. He remembers well the first time he realized Izuku was something. Something more to him than he wanted to admit to even himself.   It was by the sea.   It was their last school trip of middle school. A weekend trip to the beach a few towns over. The nights were magical out there. Clear and pretty, the smell of salt and the sound of waves crashing was almost ethereal in a sense. The feeling from seeing the stars so clearly was unreal.   Katsuki followed Izuku out to the beach on their first night there.   He had intended to fuck around with the other like usual, tease him a bit.   He did feel a pang of guilt course through him when he heard from the others that Izuku had to stay in a closet sized room alone because he had no friends to room with.   Sure Katsuki’s was to blame for him being ostracized in their class and made fun of school wide, but he had never thought that Izuku had no friends at all. He had never meant for Izuku to have no friends at all. Katsuki  stumbles off of the rocky pathway and onto the sandy beach thirty seconds after Izuku.   The other is standing there, back facing Katsuki, illuminated in the milky light of the fullish moon.   Katsuki stares for a second, suddenly feeling breathless for no reason.   Maybe it’s the way Izuku’s green hair shines in the moonlight, or the translucent look of Izuku’s pale-ish skin, or the way Izuku’s oversized shirt sways over his thin frame in the seabreeze. Maybe it’s all of those things and more.   Katsuki remembers then. The real reason he “hates” Izuku. The self hatred he felt when he realized he loved Izuku in a childish way back when they were kids and quickly learned it was wrong to like boys that way.   He remembers all too well.   But he pushes down those sudden feelings of  gut wrenching remorse and steps forward.   “Deku,” he growls.   He means it to sound more menacing than it does. Wants to fall back into his usual much exaggerated rage. But he doesn’t.   He can’t.   Izuku turns to look at him. He turns and Katsuki feels like the world is spinning.   Izuku’s eyes are all watery. His face is all red and blotchy like he’d been crying for hours. Days.   Years.   Katsuki’s stomach takes a dive and he staggers forward just a bit. Losing his sense of balance and direction. Losing his center of gravity.   Maybe against his better judgement he croaks out a soft “I’m sorry” that echoes loudly in the stark silence of night that’s drawn out between each crash of the waves and pull of the tide.   “Are you really?”   Izuku sounds so hurt. He is hurt and Katsuki’s the one who did it.   Katsuki murdered sweet little Izuku who was too good for the world and left an anxiety ridden, bullied teen in his wake.   Katsuki can’t bring himself to say anything more. He just turns around. Forgetting all of his anger and rage and useless hatred. He forgets it all for that one moment in time that he’ll never return to. That fleeting memory of salty air and calm waves, of a beautiful night sky and a crying boy.   The worst part of it all is that nothing changes after that night. Nothing at all. Katsuki  finds a note on his desk the next morning.   He sits down in his chair and scales the room quickly in his peripheral vision, making sure no one in sight is watching him. Only a few students are in the room and no one seems to be taking any interest in him.   It’s written on a balled up, torn corner from a sheet of notebook paper. To anyone else it would look like trash, but Katsuki knows better.   Katsuki knows much better.   He uncrumples the paper with one hand and there’s a scrawled out message in blue ink smudged a little.   Meet me in the boys bathroom on the 3rd floor during lunch, kitten   Katsuki feels a sharp chill run up his spine and a flush crawling up his neck at the pet name. The ache of nervous excitement churns in his stomach.   He balls up his fist just in time for Kirishima to run up behind him and slip an arm around his shoulder.   “What’s got you all red and angry this morning?” Kirishima bellows in his ear.   “Fuck off, dickhead,” Katsuki mumbles back, trying to add the usual growly edge to his voice.   It comes out weaker than usual, though, and he swallows thickly.   He can see Kirishima giving him a look. But it fades when Kaminari wanders over and riles Katsuki up for real. The boys bathroom at the end of the the 3rd floor halfway was always empty at lunch. People opted for the bathroom close to the cafeteria and gym.   So it was the perfect place for a midday rendezvous.   Katsuki follows his group of “friends” halfway to the crowded lunchroom before slipping away and up a stairwell.   He makes his way up quickly against the the oncoming traffic of students headed in the opposite direction.   His palms are already sweaty. The inclination of the earlier note had him all hot and bothered in more ways than one.   He all but stumbles into the empty 3rd floor hallway, the rush of lunchtime noise well muffled. It’s eerie in a weird way. Like he isn’t supposed to be here.   He makes his way to the bathroom at the other end of the hall. It takes a second for his brain to catch up when he sees Izuku leaning against a sink.   The lights aren’t on but they didn’t need to be since it’s the middle of the day and natural sunlight is shining in through the curtainless windows and reflecting off of every surface in the yellowish, white room.   Izuku looks so damn normal standing there, like a student skipping class for the first time or some shit.   Katsuki’s stomach flips at the site of the other. He looks so good and normal. He always looks so good.   “Hey,” Izuku says lowly, a tiny innocent smirk dancing on his lips.   He’s dangerously cocky these days, in a way that scares Katsuki in a good way.   He’s built up the Izuku he almost destroyed years ago. Built him up into something he was always meant to be. Not scared and crumpled, but this, this overflowingly confident young man.   Katsuki doesn’t say anything. He feels his knees slightly beginning to knock, his legs shaking more than usual. Izuku always has that effect on him. His brain is all fuzzy, layered in a submissive haze, and Katsuki just waits for his orders.   Izuku looks at him, looks him up and down and snorts cutely. He walks across to one of the stalls farthest from the door and gestures for Katsuki to follow.   And Katsuki does.   He watches from outside the stall as Izuku pulls his own pants down and sits on the toilet seat, leaning back. He slings his cock out of his underwear and looks at Katsuki as he slowly starts to stroke himself.   Katsuki’s mouth goes a little dry. It’s so hot, they’re in school and it’s so fucking hot and he feels himself getting all worked up over nothing.   Izuku shouldn’t be so sexy. He’s sitting  on a toilet in a school bathroom, stroking himself so dryly, but it’s making Katsuki crazy.   “I wish you were quiet like this all the time.”   Katsuki feels the usual rush of pure, undiluted rage at that, the want to mouth off, the need to talk back. But he bites his tongue. He’ll do anything to keep Izuku like this. To have this Izuku all to himself.   Izuku gets hard fast. His cock is bigger than most people would probably expect, a proud and thick 5 inches. It’s red and drooling and so is Katsuki.   Izuku looks up at Katsuki through his long eyelashes, freckled face sprinkled with red splotches of flush.   “Sit on it,” he commands lightly.   Katsuki feels his eyes widen at that, he knows he’s sporting a full on blush and he averts his gaze away from Izuku’s eyes and to his dick, long and heavy between slender fingertips.   “What, don’t think you can take it?”   Katsuki scoffs.   “Like hell I can’t,”  he spits back, caught up in the boiling frustration of the moment.   “Oh?” Izuku remarks, tone an octave lower, a tinge more authoritative.   Katsuki bites his bottom lip, he’s half hard himself and it’s almost embarrassing.   He fumbles over himself and pulls down his own pants and underwear down quickly, stepping out of them and letting his button up school shirt hang in front of his crotch.   Izuku grins at him, lust filled gaze dragging across the expanse of Katsuki’s toned legs. Katsuki reddens at the stare and tugs at the hem of his shirt, though he knows he can’t possibly pull it down any more. It can’t possibly cover any more.   “Getting shy on me?” Izuku says teasingly.   Katsuki shakes his head vigorously and steps into the cramped stall. Kicking his clothes in before him. There’s a moment, a blur of ruffled shirts and bare skin on bare skin, and next thing Katsuki knows he’s in Izuku’s lap, arms wrapped around the back of Izuku’s neck, Izuku’s cock snug in his ass. There’s this burn. This immense burn that comes with doing it raw that makes Katsuki shake uncontrollably. He’ll be sore for days but fuck that, It feels good.   He may be a masochist. Just maybe. He thinks this as Izuku bounces him in his lap and digs the fingernails of his left hand into Katsuki’s ass cheek while his other hand is grasping at Katsuki’s neck. It’s not enough to really restrain breath but enough to make him a little dizzy from the pressure.   Izuku’s a little slower today, less urgent, the bathroom is relatively quiet besides the occasional squeak of the toilet they’re on.   It’s almost agonizing. Being all worked up just to be edged slowly.   So Katsuki helps a bit by moving his hips back and forth, meeting Izuku’s thrusts halfway.   They do their best to keep their moans from leaking, from getting too loud and escaping out of the confines of their tiny space. But it’s hard. It’s oh so hard because Izuku is so good and Katsuki’s body does things to Izuku too.   They look at each other, everything covered in a film of teenage hormones and the blaze of insatiable youth.   They just stare at each other, panting and snapping their hips together, slowly, but with vigor and purpose. And then the door to the bathroom opens. They both widen their eyes and Katsuki’s brain is working a mile a minute. He’s about to scramble out of Izuku’s lap. But one of Izuku’s hands slips up and grips tightly on his waist, keeping him planted. The other hand slides from around his neck and two fingers are shoved into his mouth.   Katsuki stills, but Izuku continues his pace.   Whoever’s in the bathroom seems to be taking a phone call. They must have wandered up here to get some quite.   Katsuki hears them by the sink and just prays to whatever god may he out there that the unknown kid doesn’t walk anywhere near their stall.   Even though the walls of the stall touch the ground, they’d forgotten one crucial detail in their lust filled stupor.   To close the damn stall door.   It’s wide open and whoever it is could walk over and see them without doing much. Hopefully they’re not a pacer.   Katsuki’s pulse beats wildly. This is thrilling, exhilarating.   Izuku’s fingers are shoved halfway down his throat, Izuku is fucking up into with someone else only a thin wall and some space away. Tears start welling up in Katsuki’s eyes because Izuku’s fingers are damn near choking him and his dick aches as the head catches on the buttons of Izuku’s school blazer.   They go on like that for minutes that seem like hours, drool and tears dripping down Katsuki’s face. They have no sense of time or direction and it’s almost scary to be so lost in it like that. To forget it all and just live in one tiny moment in time like it’s all they have left. At some point the other person walks out.   At some point it ends as quickly as it started and they catch their breaths and fiddle around with their clothes to look presentable, neither of them having finished.   Katsuki is still painfully hard. It takes him quite some time to situate his dick in such a way that it won’t show through his baggy uniform pants. He can’t tell what’s running through Izuku’s mind but if the unfading blush on Izuku’s neck says anything, it’s that the other is in the same state as Katsuki.   Unrelieved. Unsatiated.   Unfinished.   It’s never over when it’s over, Katsuki comes to realize as he watches Izuku all but waddle out of the bathroom without so much as a backwards glance. It leaves Katsuki empty and hungry for more.   He’s always hungry for more. Katsuki remembers well how it started.   It was right after the first time Izuku beat Katsuki during their first intensive hero training exercise at U.A.   He was completely outsmarted and outclassed and it was fucking embarrassing. It was so embarrassing that after all these years of Izuku enduring his harsh bullying and doing nothing, it turned out that he was stronger than Katsuki. Stronger than Katsuki had ever fathomed.   It hurt a bit. There was a pang in Katsuki’s chest knowing the Izuku had hid something like that from him for years. He had a quirk, whether it was dangerous and detrimental to his well being or not, it was a powerful quirk that had almost made Katsuki shit himself at it’s crushing strength.   There were too many emotions coursing through his veins. Emotions he had been suppressing for ages bubbling up in the back of his throat and burning through his flesh. It was Izuku that sought him out after the day was over. It was all Izuku’s fault. All of it.   He hadn’t really listened as Izuku sputtered out  whatever nonsense about his new magical quirk.     Izuku was so annoyingly special. So annoyingly perfect and good and that in itself angered Katsuki.   Izuku was talking to Katsuki like they were friends, like he desperately didn’t want to upset Katsuki and it made no logical sense.   All it did was make tears of unabashed, hot anger well up in Katsuki’s eyes.   Katsuki began to walk away but Izuku followed. It only took a second. A long drawn out second that moved in slow motion for Katsuki. Izuku’s hand was on his arm, pulling him, turning him around to face the other.   Katsuki felt as if every inch of his body was aflame. He wondered if this is what Kaminari felt when his brain short circuited. Electrified, brain buzzing wildly.   Izuku was oddly pretty in that moment, the glow of the fast approaching dusk making him look damn near angelic, orangish glow of the fading sun wrapping around his head like a halo.   Katsuki’s brain had to have turned to mush in that moment for him to do what he did.   For him to lean in and kiss Izuku on the lips by the school gate.   There was a rush of blood in his ears that almost sounded like the crashing waves back then. And maybe his brain had tricked him into thinking this was all an elaborate dream.   But it wasn’t a dream.   This was reality.   Katsuki was kissing the living daylights out of Izuku right there by the school gate, a mess of teeth and chapped lips.   A part of him was wishing for Izuku to push him off. To slap him and yell at him. To do anything. But that never came and Izuku ended up wound tight in Katsuki’s grip as they desperately mouthed at each other.   Katsuki snapped back to his senses moments later and pulled away, realizing they were in a public space and anyone could see them. Katsuki stepped back a few steps and scanned the area around them. No one was in sight.   His eyes shifted back to Izuku and  Katsuki’s heart felt like it might just explode on him.   Izuku was red and breathless. He looked so dazed and ruffled and it was endearing. There was this vague confusion etched across his face, like he didn’t understand.   Katsuki didn’t understand either if he was perfectly honest.   Seconds passed in a still silence and Katsuki felt his face twitch up into a tight scowl almost against his will. The slowness of it all was making his skin itch, burn, in impatient irritation.   “Come to my place, my parents aren’t home,” Katsuki growls out, reaching for Izuku’s wrist.   He begins pulling the other in the direction of the gate when he feels Izuku yank has arm away.   “Look, K-Kacchan, this is all moving way too fast. I-I mean, I can’t do this. I’m so confused and I just, I can’t.”   Izuku is fidgeting hard and Katsuki wants so badly to slap it out of him.   Katsuki feels a wall inside of him crack and the emotions start leaking out. Things he’s carefully had tucked away for ages start to seep through the hairline cracks and trickle out of his mouth like vomit.   “Dek- Izuku. Izuku, I just, I just need this. Living like this, being like this, it’s hard,” He says hot frustration burning the back of his throat like bile.   “I’m sorry. I’ve been sorry since back then but you know better than anyone that I just can’t control myself. I say things, do things, and I just can’t stop it. It’s easier not to stop it. It’s easier to give in.”   Katsuki takes a deep breath, holding back the tears that start to prick his eyes again.     “I just need this one thing from you. Please, p-please,” he says louder, a shouted plead.   Katsuki doesn’t look at him. Doesn’t want to see the reaction.   But then Midoryia whispers it.   “Okay.”   It’s so simple and Katsuki almost wants to fall to his knees and worship Izuku. But he doesn’t do that. He grunts and grabs Izuku’s arm again and leads Izuku to his house. They have sex for the first time on Katsuki’s bed. It’s senseless and wild and Katsuki will never forget that first time. Giving it all to Izuku. Everything.  Every last ounce of dignity he had left he gave to Izuku that day.   It felt almost natural, being taken like that by Izuku. Like it was destined to happen just like that with their sweaty school uniforms tossed aside, the two of them rolling around in Katsuki’s bed like fucking pigs. And what they started back then didn’t stop.   Neither of them had the guts to stop it. Or even the guts to sit down and just fucking talk about it. They were both incessantly immature in their own ways, not having any sense of how to handle this mess they’d created for themselves. It was a web of hidden feelings and blatant lies that they were so tangled up in and it was impossible to break free.   Katsuki almost wishes he had said something back then. Wishes he had just blurted out the “I like you” that so desperately wanted to slip past his lips every time.   It all feels like a big misunderstanding. Katsuki can see it in Izuku’s eyes sometimes. He thinks he’s being used. He thinks he’ll be tossed aside at any second. That Katsuki will end it.   And no matter how badly Katsuki wants to scream out the truth, to shake Izuku senseless, to hug and kiss the shit out of him, he just physically can’t.   He can’t. Katsuki realizes he’s definitely a masochist.   He remembers the first times he begged Izuku to slap him. To hit him. To spank him. He begged and pleaded through the haze of arousal that clouded his brain. And Izuku gave into him easily.   Izuku was so easy. He was always so easy.   He indulged Katsuki in whatever he wanted. And it wasn’t long after that before Izuku just knew all on his own what Katsuki wanted without even being told.   It wasn’t long Before Izuku was the one taking charge of the whole thing.   And Katsuki wanted it like that. He wanted Izuku to wreck him over and over again, to destroy him. He deserved to be destroyed and marred. Beaten.   The sting, the sharp burning pain, it feels good to be hurt by Izuku like that. Maybe it’s because it made him feel better about all the bully shit he did. He was letting Izuku get revenge on him and it made him feel better about himself in a selfishly twisted way.   He liked the marks and bruises. Liked poking at the tender skin on his inner thighs through his uniform in class. It all gave him a sick sense of satisfaction.   It was a little gross. Katsuki really does forget.   He forgets about the scratch marks and welts, raging and red, splattered across his back. It completely slips his mind.   So he pulls off his shirt without any caution in the locker room before training.   His locker is in the corner and he never joins in the usual messing around that goes on while they all change into their training uniforms. So it slips his mind that anyone and everyone can see him standing there, back bare and completely marked up.   He doesn’t notice how quiet it’s gotten until Kirishima is suddenly next to him.   “Dude…” Kirishima says, a look of pure concern plastered on his face.   Katsuki just stares at him blankly. He doesn’t get it until he realizes the others are staring too. His brain finally clicks and the horror settles in before he turns himself around and presses his raw back up against the closed locker next to his. He holds his training shirt against his chest. He knows there’s a few noticeable marks there too.   “Are you, are you okay? You know you can talk to us. If, like, someone did that to you. I mean, none of us have ever gotten that close to you during combat to do shit like that so it has to be from something else right? You can talk to us,” Kirishima rambles.   His face is panicked, like he really believes Katsuki would ever let someone abuse him. Unwantedly at least.   As much as Katsuki wants to appreciate the sentiment, his blood starts boiling for no apparent reason, mind telling him they’re pitying him, looking down on him. He feels the lash out coming full force.   “Fuck off and mind your own business! You really think I’d ever need help from a bunch of useless fuckwads like you anyway? Really? What do I look like to you?” Katsuki screams at the top of his lungs.   The way Kirishima’s face falls, his eyes losing the tinge of brightness usually behind them, makes Katsuki want to throw up. Kirishima is the closest thing to a friend he’s ever had besides Izuku and all he can do is push the other farther and farther away.   Katsuki grinds his teeth and masks his emotions with the anger he has at himself. The scowl hurts his face. His cheeks ache and his eyebrows twitch, face muscles straining.   They’re still staring and he feels so itchy. So damn itchy.   Izuku is looking on too, face scrunched up in an anxious, worried look. Katsuki realizes the other has probably never realized how bad he fucks up Katsuki.   He quickly pulls his gym shirt over his head and brushes past Kirishima and out of the locker room, internally screaming all the way to the training grounds. It stops for a few days after the locker room incident.   Izuku doesn’t seek him out and Katsuki can’t bring himself to initiate things, his pride won’t let him. But he misses Izuku so desperately for those few days.   Kirishima’s been staying away from him too and he hates that he can’t even be a decent enough human being to apologise. Kirishima was always the one that approached him, alway the one that talked to him first, so he had no idea how to even begin talking to the other and mending things between them.   Then Katsuki is tired of it. The usual irrational irritation that bubbles in the pit of his stomach crashes inside of him like waves during a raging storm and he decides to do something. When Katsuki walks into class that morning he glances around the room quickly.   More than half of the class is present and in their usual groups chatting. Katsuki makes sure that both Izuku and Kirishima are present before he walks in front of the first row of desks in the classroom and stands in the center front of the room.   No one pays attention at first.   But then Kirishima who was doing his best to ignore Katsuki when he first walked in glances over and catches Katsuki’s eyes. Kirishima has this unreadable look on his face and Katsuki just wants to scream but he holds it in.   Kirishima's staring makes Kaminari and Sero turn and then like a domino effect, everyone in the room is looking at Katsuki.   He sees Izuku standing by Iida’s desk with his eyes all round and doey. Katsuki feels the cracks in his inner wall, his emotional barrier, expanding. Leaking things that shouldn’t be leaked.   Katsuki feels himself choke up a bit with all of the eyes suddenly on him. He want to pull his signature scowl to hide behind but he can’t make his face fit into the jagged expression and opts for a tiny grimace that looks like a snarl. He looks down at the classroom’s tiled floor and takes a deep breath   “Fuck,” He whispers to himself almost.   There’s this deafening silence for a few moments and then Katsuki just mentally smacks himself and says it.   “I’m fucking sorry.”   It’s still quiet and Katsuki feels a sudden anxiety crawl up from the pits of his stomach. He doesn’t want to lose the presence of either Izuku or Kirishima in his life and there's this aching pang in the back of his brain telling him he’s fucked up beyond repair. All rhyme or reason has left him and he feels his breathing becoming heavier and his eyes start to sting.   “K-Kirishima, I’m sorry. I- god, you know me, you know how I get. I just, I just can’t be a decent fucking human being sometimes.”   His voice comes out all shaky and he’s fucking embarrassed, everything he’s built himself to be is crumbling and he can’t stop it.   “I-I-Izuku, I’m so so sorry, you know. For everything. All of it,” He says it lower, but still loud and clear for everyone in the room, “You didn’t hurt me so stop acting all high and mighty about this, stop beating yourself up about it like you did something wrong. I’m the one who hurt you . I deserve that shit. I deserve the- I deserve it.”   Katsuki sniffles a bit and he internally praises himself for not completely breaking down.   He takes another deep breath and looks up to gauge everyone’s reactions.   There’s confusion and shock smeared across the faces of everyone in the room. He actually said it. He actually said it and it’s like this huge weight has been lifted off of his shoulders. But still. But still.   There’s moments of silence. And then more.   And then Izuku is walking towards him. Katsuki’s brain doesn’t process what’s happening until Izuku is standing next to him. He turns to face Izuku and sees the unfallen tears in the others eyes. Izuku’s face is all scrunched up in a  look between upset and constipated and Katsuki does his best to keep his own expression neutral although his heart is jumping wildly in his chest and he can barely breath right.   A few students trickle into the classroom through the back door, confused by the atmosphere and taking their seats quickly. Katsuki hears the “what’s going on” whispers.   “That’s what all this was,”  Izuku says incredulously, gesturing in between them vaguely, “You did all of that because you thought you deserved to be hurt? Ka- Kastuki -”   “Stop it,” Katsuki snaps at him.   There’s this stillness in the room that makes Katsuki crazy. He’s used to things happening, things being loud and rough and angry and this stillness bugs him out. He feels his gut twist when he sees Izuku’s expression but can’t help the half snarl that his own face winds up into. It’s almost his default expression. “I did it because I fucking like you.”   He blurts it out without thinking, almost immediately regretting it. Izuku’s shocked expression scares him a bit. The way Izuku blanches, face turning ghostly pale in an instant, eyes blown out so wide they look like they’ll fall right out of his head, it scares Katsuki.   But he throws all caution to the wind when he feels that flame inside of him burning. It’s that feeling of needing to do something, needing to say something, that always makes him rage and riot and boil over like a pot of hot water constantly. He acts before he thinks because of that raging fire.   “You underestimate yourself. You’re  so much better than you fucking let yourself believe and I hate that you can’t see it,” Katsuki shouts. “Fuck, I know most of it is my fault but I never realized how shitty I was being until our last year of middle school. And now i’m so fucking sorry and I don’t know how to repay you. God, Izuku, I just want to make it all better!”   The word vomit flows and flows and Katsuki is out of breath when he’s done.   He watches as a pretty blush blooms across Izuku’s face, a pinkish red that crawls across his freckled cheeks. Izuku’s mouth opens and closes about 20 times before he just gives up and looks at the ground. Then Katsuki’s ear drums nearly burst at the loud collective “Eh??” the class lets out.   He feels his own face heat up.   Izuku looks up then and they make eye contact and everything feel so unreal in that moment. They’re looking at each other with blushed cheeks and so much nervous energy flowing in between them. For the first time in a while they’re relationship feels normal. Izuku doesn’t have to say anything for Katsuki to know. The look in his eyes says it all.   Izuku smiles at him, all wide and innocent and Katsuki actually cries. Standing in front of his classmates 2 minutes before class starts, Bakugou Katsuki breaks down crying in front of the love of his life. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!