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  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:
      BakuDeku_-_Relationship, Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku
  Character:
      Midoriya_Izuku, Bakugou_Katsuki
  Additional Tags:
      Shota, shota!Deku, older!Bakugou, Underage_Kissing, Shotacon,
      Inappropriate_touching, Masturbation
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-12 Updated: 2018-03-18 Chapters: 4/? Words: 4882
****** Fond Infatuation ******
by apples4ryuk
Summary
     Katsuki doesn't understand why the brat loves him so much, but one
     day, toddler-Izuku takes things too far and throws his life into
     muddled chaos. He's bad with feelings as it is, but that little child
     harboring feelings for him? THOSE kinds of feelings? It was wrong...
     and yet...
     ***EVENTUAL NSFW
     ***SHOTA!deku x TEEN!bkg
     Tags will be added as the story progresses. Rated Explicit because
     this IS a shota fic.
Notes
     yes yes i know i'm so problematic. i'm sorry, but i'm not. y'all can
     call me out or leave hate, it's chill, i'll probably just tweet about
     it and/or delete your comments.
     anyhow, um... i haven't decided if i want this to progress into a
     multi-chaptered fic, because i very much like the idea of it turning
     into teen!Deku pining after adult!Bkg, but i also really love the
     shota aspect of it. i originally wanted to just do a one-shot but the
     words came out like this, and it read really good, so i didn't want
     to scrap it for something quick and easy. besides, i've never
     actually written shotafic before, and i'm not sure how i'd want to
     write a one-shot nsfw shota without it being Just Kinky Stuff, so
     this is what i've got for now. i've already explained i need mah boys
     to be In Love in longer fics, fml.
     enjoy! ♥
***** First Kiss *****
That stupid fucking kid was following him around again.
They were neighbors. Katsuki had been sort-of babysitting Izuku ever since he
was an infant. It was the only way to get out of the house as a nine-year-old
when his mother wouldn’t stop nagging him to take responsibility and do his
chores, or homework, or whatever else she bothered him to do. It was easy to
lie and say he was going to help Auntie Inko with her new baby, and admittedly,
he’d been cute at the time but that was when he couldn’t talk. As he grew older
he grew dumber and started to annoy the shit out of Katsuki, what with his
creepy All Might obsession and overly cheerful personality.
Auntie Inko was a cheerful woman, too, but the birth of her son had magnified
the trait by a thousand. Every time Katsuki stopped by to say hello – not to
babysit, he insisted – the kid would run to him and jump up in his arms, and of
course he had to catch him otherwise Auntie would be upset. He could care less
honestly, and on some occasions, when Auntie wasn’t looking or had just left,
he’d let the kid slip from his grip and fall on his butt.
Katsuki never felt bad.
…Well, that’s what he told himself. Izuku’s tears were big and his sniffling
made something in Katsuki’s chest get all tight and achy, and he knew Izuku was
one for extreme waterworks; so Katsuki would quickly pick him back up and
mumble an apology. He’d rub Izuku’s back and ask him if he was okay, let the
useless little boy cling to him and tell him things in that baby garble that
only parents could understand. He would nod along regardless as if he could
understand Izuku’s mumbling – a quirk that never went away itself, as Kastuki
learned once the boy could speak clearer Japanese.
Within seconds Izuku would return to his normal self, keeping his stubby arms
wrapped around Katsuki’s neck. Cuddling was his favorite thing to do and the
only way to get him down for naptime back in those days.
Katsuki stopped walking. The kid bumped into his sagging pants with a childish
“Oof!” and fell backward on his butt, but he didn’t cry. He giggled like any
child would over a harmless fall.
“Kacchan!” he said happily. “Can you come over and play with me today?”
“No, you useless fucking brat,” he growled beneath his breath.
“Ooh! You said a bad word!”
“Shut up, Deku!”
“Hey, I’m not useless!”
Izuku crossed his little arms. Katsuki turned around to find the most adorable
little pout on his lips and was tempted to squish those cheeks together—scratch
that, he decided to do it anyway, smirking at the surprised yelp that came from
Izuku’s mouth.
“Look here, you little brat,” he began, “You know what U.A. is, don’t you?”
“Hee-wo Aca-mmy!” he said with those stupid little fish lips.
“That’s right, and I got accepted there. I’m training to become a hero and I
can’t do that with you following me around like a damn puppy dog—shut up! I can
say what I want!” Katsuki straightened his back and cleared his throat. “I’m
gonna be late for class, nerd. Go back home. I’ll stop by today.”
“Yay, Kacchan’s coming over!”
“And don’t you dare tell Auntie about the bad words.”
Izuku smiled mischievously. “Only if you promise to come over! Don’t forget
like last time.”
God fucking dammit, Katsuki thought, there he goes with that damned sad frown.
Katsuki took a deep breath and calmly exhaled through his mouth. “Fine,” he
said. “I promise.”
“Pinky promise!”
“Ugh! You useless brat, you’re gonna make me miss my train!”
 
Katsuki didn’t want to fulfill his promise, but he recalled the many times he
ditched playdates with Izuku to hang out with his friends or play video games
at home alone and cringed. The boy knew how to throw a tantrum and when Auntie
Inko told his mother about it, she gave him a fucking earful, too. “He just
adores you so much, Katsuki!” Auntie would gush, and when she said it, he
started to feel bad. His mother would eventually make him go next door to
apologize and make up the playdate with Izuku before she let him back in the
house.
Begrudgingly, he knocked on the door. He was all beat up from battle training,
but tried to clean up the scrapes and bruises on his face to prevent Auntie
from worrying.
“Kacchan! Kacchan!”
Of course the child’s muffled voice could be heard along with his padding
footsteps. Auntie opened the door with a smile, welcoming Katsuki in.
“Katsuki, do you mind putting Izuku to bed?” Auntie Inko asked. She yawned real
big before continuing. “I’ve been doing overtime all week and I’m fairly
exhausted myself. I can compensate you, of course!”
“No need, Auntie, I’ll put him to bed. Eight o’clock, right?”
“Oh, Katsuki, you’re so wonderful! Thank you. Goodnight, you two! Izuku, behave
for Katsuki.”
Izuku hugged Katsuki’s leg tighter with his arms, not listening to a word she
said. Katsuki rolled his eyes, ruffling fluffy green curls as he said, “C’mon,
nerd, let’s go watch TV or something.”
 
They were halfway through some climactic episode of one of Izuku’s favorite
superhero shows when the brat climbed up on his chest, squished Katsuki’s
cheeks together, and kissed him. Right there. Smack dab on the lips. Katsuki
pulled away, horrified, nearly knocking Izuku down as he sat up. “Deku, what
the fuck!” he whisper-shouted.
“Bad word!” Izuku said.
Katsuki put his hand over Izuku’s mouth and leaned forward again. “What
the—what are you doing, you goddamn nerd?! Don’t do that!”
Why not? The child’s words were muffled but Katsuki knew what he was asking.
“Because it’s wrong. Don’t do things like that, Izuku,” he said, removing his
hand from Izuku’s mouth. His cheeks hurt because for some godawful reason he
was blushing about a fucking kid kissing him on the lips. It wasn’t a real
kiss, sure, but it was fucking weird and Katsuki wished that stupid kid had
never done it. “Where did you even learn that, you weirdo?”
“Mama and papa do it,” he said. Izuku did not struggle when Katsuki pushed his
head down against his chest and began stroking his hair to soothe him. “And I
saw it on TV…”
“That doesn’t mean you should do it,” Katsuki scolded.
“But I really love Kacchan and that’s what you do when you love someone,
right?”
Katsuki could hardly hold that fierce look in Izuku’s big green eyes. He
sighed, wondering how best to explain this to the fucking brat without making
him cry. “It’s what adults do when they love each other,” he said. The wording
felt oddly unnatural, but he didn’t feel like thinking any more about it. He
wanted the conversation to end, despite knowing that Izuku didn’t really
understand what he had done, or what being an adult meant necessarily, or love.
Or anything. He was a kid, it was natural for him to be curious like that. It
had been nothing but an innocent little kiss, yet Katsuki couldn’t get the
feeling to go away.
“So I can do that when I’m a grown-up?” Izuku asked.
His naïveté physically hurt Katsuki. Right in the fucking gut.
“Yeah, I guess,” Katsuki said.
“But I love Kacchan now and I wanna. Please, Kacchan? Please?”
Izuku prolonged the vowels in his final plea until Katsuki had to cover his
mouth again to keep him from waking his mother up. This kid, this fucking kid.
“Okay, fine. But onlyonce. It’s really not okay to do that, do you understand,
Izuku?”
“Yeah…”
“Then do as I say.”
“Okay.”
Izuku smiled all big like he did whenever Katsuki took him to the ice cream
shop. His clammy little hands clapped over Katsuki’s cheeks, squishing them
tightly together so his lips puckered. Izuku giggled, tilting his head this way
and that as he examined Katsuki like one of his finely-crafted, Play-Doh All
Might sculptures.
“Kiss!” he said, imitating none other than Recovery Girl as he leaned in close
and kissed Katsuki’s lips. When he pulled away, his cheeks were a rosy red and
his green eyes shone brightly. His childish gaze fell shyly as he leaned
forward against Katsuki’s chest, overcome with another fit of quiet but happy
giggles.
Katsuki felt wrong. He held the boy closer and shoved his nose between Izuku’s
shoulder and neck and inhaled, smelling the sweetness of his shampoo and a hint
of dirt from when he probably went to the park earlier that day.
“Time for bed, Deku,” he whispered hoarsely. Cottonmouth. Izuku slid off his
lap, grabbed his hand and led Katsuki upstairs with a little skip in his steps.
Katsuki mentally kicked himself after putting the brat to bed and locking the
door to Auntie Inko’s place.
What the fuck just happened?
***** Don't Come Close *****
Chapter Summary
     Katsuki successfully avoids Izuku! But only for a week, and of
     course, his mother forces him to babysit for Inko when she has to
     take a late night shift at the end of the week. Damn.
Chapter Notes
     hnnngdhkjgahkahtja i love writing this fic you guys. even tho it
     gonna get to the nasties eventually, like... in general, sans the
     nasty, i really enjoy writing little oblivious deku because his love
     and adoration for teenaged shithole kacchan is fucking precious.
     i like it vice versa, too. deku would be so in love with little
     kacchan and mostly little kacchan would adore him too, but ofc like,
     hella tsundere about it lbr.
     ANYWAY I'M RAMBLING - i wanted to make an outline for this fic so i
     know how best to pace it, but i also just wanted to get an update out
     so i wrote this chapter on a whim. i'll try to outline future
     chapters but for now i'm gonna go with the floooow, and i think the
     teasing in this chapter is just enough, no? i'm trying NOT to move it
     too quickly, but i don't want it to move too slowly either and bore
     you all. so. enjoy the good badness of this. ;)
Katsuki was quite proud of himself for managing to avoid the kid for a full
week – no complaints, no complications, no bitching from his mother. But then
came the fateful day of Friday afternoon, the end of a week of getting his ass
handed to him and having to deal with his annoying, shit-hole classmates—the
cursed day in which Auntie Inko came politely knocking on the Bakugou’s door to
ask:
“Can Katsuki watch Izuku for me tonight? Something came up and I have to cover
a late shift.”
“He’d love to! I’ll send him right over.”
He had only walked through the door five minutes earlier.
He waited until Auntie Inko’s footsteps faded to shout, “What the fuck, old
hag?! You didn’t even ask me!”
“Because you’ve been avoiding that sweet little boy, so yes, you’re going to
babysit him tonight.” Mitsuki pinched his lips before he had a chance to say
anything, but he didn’t need to—his wide eyes said it all. “You’re easy to
read, brat. Now go clean up before you head over.”
 
Katsuki tried to pick out the most intimidating outfit he owned, but most of
his clothing was plain. He ended up wearing a loose pair of sweats and a t-
shirt with a skull on it, or what his mother called a lazy, half-assed attempt
at getting dressed. “It’s fuckin’ late already, so what if I want to be
comfortable,” he grumbled. She scolded him some more for not drying his hair
but he’d stopped listening as soon as he stepped outside.
The cool evening breeze made hairs on his neck stand up. Katsuki shivered,
hoping that Izuku wouldn’t be all over him like he was last time. He pushed the
memory out of his head, reminding himself of the precautions he took, weird as
they fucking were. He barely rinsed off in the shower to keep the musky stench
of sweat on him and left his hair wet so it’d be dripping and cold – all of
this to prevent Izuku from wrapping those little arms around his neck and
nuzzling him like a favorite stuffed animal.
“Fuck,” he whispered, finding himself in front of the Midoriya’s home.
Auntie answered his knock immediately.
“Katsuki! Please come in. You’re right on time, I was just heading out. Izuku
is upstairs watching that same old video. Let me say goodbye and then he’s all
yours!”
Katsuki swallowed thickly at her wording, but nodded. He’s all yours! He cursed
under his breath and closed his eyes, digging the heels of his palms into them
to force those thoughts away.
“Kacchan’s here?!”
Fuck, he could hear that brat’s excited voice from all the way up there. Soon
Izuku came barreling down the stairs ahead of a disapproving Auntie Inko,
slamming into Katsuki’s knees with a tight hug. “Hey, kiddo,” he mumbled,
ruffling Izuku’s hair. He kind of did miss the kid.
“What did we say about running down the stairs, Izuku?” Auntie scolded. “Ah,
well, he missed you. I suppose I can’t stay mad at him for long. Be good for
Katsuki, okay?”
“Okay!” he said cheerfully. “Bye mama!”
Auntie bent down to kiss his cheek, thanked Katsuki again, and left.
“Kacchan, why didn’t you come play with me this week?” Izuku asked, staring up
at him with big green eyes and an adorable pout. Fuck. Kid got right down to
it, didn’t he.
“I was busy with hero training, nerd,” Katsuki said. “Or have you forgotten?”
“Uh-uh!! Kacchan is gonna be the number one hero after All Might! Hehe.” Izuku
made grabby hands at him. Katsuki’s body moved of its own will, ignoring the
pestering voice telling him no, stop, avoid physical contact,and picked him up.
It was here he found out that both attempts at making himself un-cuddlable were
in vain.
He didn’t smell bad enough for Izuku to pull away, neither was he bothered by
Katsuki’s wet hair. Izuku’s chubby little arms wound around his neck and a
sweet little sigh passed those puffy pink lips of his, and the cold tip of a
round nose pressed against his cheek. Katsuki’s face turned red when he
realized Izuku was giving him a kiss. “Deku, stop,” he said, forcing his legs
to move toward the living room. He was babysitting. They were going to find a
game to play or something to watch, and he would ignore all the complicated
things in his head. “What did we talk about last time?”
“But mama kisses me on the cheek,” Izuku argued. Damn kid, curse him for being
so fucking perceptive at such a young age. “I just missed Kacchan so~ much!”
Katsuki’s heart squeezed with guilt. He sat down on the couch, leaning back
after he grabbed the remote. Izuku climbed on top of him from his side and
patted his little hands on Katsuki’s pecs. “Kacchan! Kacchan! Kacchan!” he
sang, curling his fingers into fists as he pounded on Katsuki’s chest. Katsuki
rolled his eyes and quickly—but carefully—flipped them over, hovering with a
sharp glint in his gaze.
“Deku,” he growled. “You know better than to fight the soon-to-be number one
hero, don’t you?”
“Waah! No, Kacchan—”
Katsuki’s fingers tickled mercilessly, starting with Izuku’s sides—the most
sensitive area—then moving in to tickle his belly and hips. Izuku giggled and
squealed like a little piglet, his cheeks puffy and red from laughter and green
eyes sparkling with tears. When Katsuki decided he’d been punished enough, he
sat back on his heels to observe his handiwork.
…Which was a really bad idea. Izuku’s shirt was pushed up just enough to give a
peek of his soft belly that Katsuki desperately wanted to touch; such smooth
skin, silky and unmarred by fighting. Innocent. Sweet. “Shit,” Katsuki cursed,
dragging his hands down his face.
“Don’t say bad words, Kacchan!” Izuku scolded. He sat up on his bum and leaned
forward, blowing a raspberry on Katsuki’s stomach through the fabric of his
shirt. Katsuki blushed and pushed back, but nothing stopped Izuku’s advances.
Katsuki’s palm outstretched to hold him at bay by hisface, desperate not to
have him come closer. He couldn’t process what he was feeling or why and
Katsuki fucking hated when his brain was this muddled, this clouded with the
unknown.
“Izuku, please. Stop.”
He must’ve had a crazy look in his eyes, or maybe it’s because he used Izuku’s
real name, but Izuku nodded and sat back down with his legs dangling off the
couch. His thin little brows knitted together as he stared at the floor,
sniffling. “I’m sorry, Kacchan,” he mumbled. “Do you hate me?”
Katsuki’s entire heart sunk to the pit of his stomach—no, it fell straight out
of him onto the floor. None of this was fair to Izuku. He was an affectionate
child who adored his older kid neighbor, and he liked to show it. That’s what
kids did when they felt connected to someone. He had no idea what it was doing
to Katsuki. “No, Izuku, I don’t hate you,” Katsuki said. He got off the couch
to kneel in front of Izuku. “Hey, look at me, kiddo.”
Izuku reluctantly looked up, blinking back tears that still fell from the
corners of his shimmering eyes.
“Listen to me—it’s just some things, and, uh… Agh, I can’t fucking do this. No,
shush, don’t tell your mom I cursed, okay? It’s… that… hero training is hard,
you know that, don’t you, Izuku?” He nodded. “I was real tired and beat up from
this week. I missed you too—shut up, nerd, don’t you dare tell anyone I said
that—”
Izuku smiled and Katsuki’s heart returned to his chest, beating violently.
“Anyway. Let’s just relax and watch a movie or something, ok? Ok, Deku?”
Katsuki expelled a huge sigh of relief at Izuku’s nod. He sort of hated
himself, partially for the lie about hero training but mostly because he’d been
so vulnerable, so open and gentle with the kid. It was very unlike his
personality. But he’d known Izuku for the child’s entire life and he knew what
he responded best to; sometimes Katsuki had to be firm with him, but tonight
was not one of those nights.
They chose another stupid All Might movie to watch, of course, this was Izuku
he was babysitting. By the time the film finished, Izuku was curled up against
his side, fast asleep. Katsuki found his hand rubbing up and down the boy’s
back, slowly trailing his fingers up Izuku’s neck to tangle in those messy
green curls. He combed through the boy’s hair, inhaled its sweet fruity scent,
and cursed himself.
He knew that these feelings were wrong.
But Katsuki kept himself together. Swallowed it all down like a nasty pill to
keep him sane and out of jail. “Goodnight, Izuku,” he whispered, kissing the
little boy’s forehead.
The credits played through until the screen went black. Physical exhaustion
forced Katsuki’s body to succumb to sleep, and he was never more grateful.
***** First Mistake *****
Chapter Summary
     Katsuki wakes up at Auntie Inko's house, on her couch, with Izuku
     sleeping on his chest. He's got a bit of a morning problem and,
     well...
Chapter Notes
     mmmm this chap is short but i wanted to give y'all some good nasties
     and more kacchan dilemma. enjoy
Katsuki woke up looking at a ceiling that did not belong to his room. He almost
jolted forward because he was so fucking confused, but the heavy weight on his
chest prevented him from doing so. He was not as confused to find Izuku
sleeping peacefully on top of him, his little back rising and falling with
every deep breath; Katsuki didn’t remember putting a blanket over them, though.
He guessed Auntie found them asleep when she got home and took it upon herself
to see that they were warm.
He shifted slightly. Katsuki wanted to slide out from beneath the goddamn brat
and hightail it outta there before his brain started working, but Izuku’s
gentle sigh froze his entire body. He looked around the couch, spotting his
phone on the floor. He slowly reached for it, turning it screen-side up to
check the time. Four fifty-three. Too early, but he was wide awake.
And he had a problem, one that he was quite familiar with and yet one he could
not act on. He struggled to swallow; he needed water. No, he needed to get the
fuck out of there. Katsuki tried to calm down and weighed his options: chance
waking up Izuku so he could fucking leave and not do what morning wood wanted
him to do, or suck it up and stay put – without touching himself – until Auntie
got up and took Izuku from him. His balls might hurt for fucking ever, but the
latter seemed to be a better option.
Katsuki knew deep down that that was not the case. No matter how jumbled his
brain was, how confused and disgusted he was with himself, his body knew what
it wanted.
“What the actual fuck,” he whispered.
He coughed to let out a breath he was holding. Katsuki’s heart was beating a
mile a minute as he very carefully tilted his torso, all the while keeping his
arm around Izuku’s warm back to distract him from the movement. Izuku babbled
something incoherent and gripped tighter onto his shirt. Katsuki closed his
eyes, counted to three. Tried again. He was nearly all the way on his side when
Izuku’s body slid onto the couch, but he wouldn’t let up – snuggled closer to
Katsuki, even as the older boy sat up. Izuku extended one of his legs,
unknowingly brushing his knee over Katsuki’s half-hard dick.
“Hah—”
Katsuki bit down hard on his lip. Closed his eyes again, did the whole spiel
but he counted to ten this time. It didn’t go away. Izuku kept shifting his
body this way and that, suddenly uncomfortable and constantly rubbing against
Katsuki’s cock that was now completely erect and throbbing in his sweats.
“Fucking Deku,” he growled into the crook of his arm. “D-dammit…”
God did he want to rub his gross fucking dick all over Izuku’s smooth thighs.
Fuck between them like the pervert he was becoming. All those thoughts came
rushing at him from nowhere; any shred of sanity left within him was completely
lost to the simple pleasure of touch.
Katsuki’s lip quivered. He pretended not to think about it as his hand moved
down his chest, shoving his shirt up and sweats down. His cock sprang free,
overheating beneath the blanket. He scooted his ass as far away from Izuku as
he could without falling off the edge of the couch and grabbed the base of his
length. His chest convulsed as he forced down any sounds that threatened to
spill from his lips, hurriedly pumping his cock to get it over with. He closed
his eyes; Katsuki didn’t want to look at the child he was fantasizing about.
He obliterated Izuku’s face from his memory, or tried to. Allowed himself only
to think about a smooth stomach—any smooth stomach, not Deku’s, not Deku’s—and
smooth thighs; small, smooth, thin thighs that he had to press tight on either
side of his cock as he fucked between them. He didn’t even catch himself
sighing Izuku’s name until a loud yawn made him halt all movement.
Then he heard Izuku’s sleepy voice. “Kacchan?”
Katsuki cursed through clenched teeth and covered the head of his cock, body
shaking through the orgasm that snuck up on him. Before cum could dribble on
any part of Izuku or Auntie Inko’s couch and blanket, he shoved his dick back
in his boxers and pulled up his sweats.
“Sorry, Izuku, I gotta go. Morning run for training,” he mumbled, rolling off
the couch. “Uh, I’ll lock the door behind me. See ya.”
He ignored Izuku calling after him, followed by tell-tale sniffling and the
beginnings of a sob. Katsuki’s vision narrowed until he found himself at his
own front door. He dropped his keys four times before his hands were steady
enough to turn the lock, and once he got inside he ran up to his room and
locked himself in it. Paced back and forth. Crusty cum-dried hands tugged at
his hair. His brain was as tainted as tar and he couldn’t figure out why –
wanted to know why,why did Izuku make him feel those dirty things? Think those
awful thoughts?
Katsuki held down bile that threatened to expel from his stomach. He coughed
instead, gagging. It tasted sour. He heard footsteps and immediately told his
mother to fuck off when she came to investigate the ruckus. “Bad food,” he
half-shouted. “Yesterday.”
Of course she hesitated to leave, but when she did he rushed to the bathroom
and retched.
“Useless fucking nerd,” he rasped. How could he rationalize his actions?
“I’m… a teenager,” he said quietly, the wheels finally turning. “Teenager.
Hormones. That must be it.” Katsuki looked at himself in the mirror, pale-faced
as if he’d seen a ghost. His eyes were watering and his lips were dry and
cracked. He swallowed another lump in his throat. “You’re not attracted to
fucking seven-year-old Deku. You’re just horny because you’re supposed to be.
‘Cause you’re fifteen. Fifteen.”
***** Step One: Denial *****
Chapter Summary
     Katsuki has a dream about Izuku. (He doesn't want to talk about it.)
Chapter Notes
     late update kinna, i'm sorry. y'know. real life stuff! i might be
     getting a second job soon so i may not be able to update as
     regularly. we'll see!
     thank you so much again for all of your lovely comments, seriously,
     you guys make my day. i get so happy when i see new comments on EVERY
     update????? thank you guys. seriously ;; from the bottom of my heart
     (super ugly cries) y'all too kind with ur words,,, i'm not even...
     y'all don't even KNOW, i tweeted about this LMAO
     thank you for your support!! pls enjoy this chapter!!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Izuku was crying on the floor. He had run his knee into the corner of the
coffee table; a purple bruise already began to color the affected area.
“Shh.” Katsuki first knew that he was not in control of his body. He stepped
forward, feeling something warm bubble up in his belly at the sight of Izuku’s
tears. He licked his lips as he picked up the crying child. “It’s okay, Deku,”
he said. He knew damn well what that feeling was now, acutely aware of his
twitching cock. “’Cause I’m here.”
Even though his All Might reference got a smile out of Izuku, the tears kept
coming, and Katsuki drank it all up. Adored the shine in Izuku’s eyes and the
sniffles and how his little lips kept trembling in a tight pout. Katsuki hummed
low in his throat and licked the salty liquid from Izuku’s cheeks, groaning—
Katsuki woke up sweating, eyes wide as he stared at the ceiling. The weekend
had long since passed. It was Thursday. Morning, maybe?
For the rest of the weekend, he had miraculously dodged his mother enough that
she didn’t have a chance to bring up his babysitting gig. He listened in when
Auntie called on Saturday afternoon to thank her for his duties; she had also
mentioned Izuku’s distress at Katsuki’s departure, and Katsuki’s mother had too
sharp an eye notto notice her son’s even-more-bitchy-than-normal attitude.
Still, he kept himself out of the house until curfew on Sunday night just to
avoid her pestering. Besides, he knew she wouldn’t kick him out on a school
night and fortunately, Katsuki had been so distracted with avoiding his mother
that his mind hadn’t once wandered back to what he’d done in Auntie Inko’s
house, on her couch, while thinking of Izuku.
Until this fine Thursday morning.
“Fuck!” he grumbled, throwing the sheets off him. Sure enough, his erection was
standing proud to fuck him over. He checked the clock – fifteen minutes ‘til
his alarm went off. Katsuki took a deep breath, then headed to the shower.
 
He kept his eyes closed, relying only on touch. The dream kept flashing through
his mind—Izuku’s tears, his own harsh voice whispering, “Shh, Deku, I’m here,
it’s okay.” He remembered how those big drops of tears tasted: salty, warm.
Refreshing. Katsuki hissed, thumbing the head of his cock. Saturday morning
came flooding back into his senses; it was too hot under the blankets and Deku
was clinging to him, squirming, brushing his stupid soft knees against
Katsuki’s dick.
He bit his knuckles to keep from moaning. Remembered what he thought about on
Saturday as he fucked his hand thinking of his kid neighbor; how soft Izuku’s
little thighs were and how good they’d feel around his cock, how sugary and
lilted Izuku’s voice was. Katsuki shuddered, stroking faster. Thought about how
Izuku woke up and said his nickname so curiously, so sweet.
He came hard against the tiled wall, biting his hand hard enough that he drew
blood. Katsuki’s breath came in shallow, uneven puffs. He sighed after a
moment, finally opening his eyes to assess the damage he’d done to himself.
Katsuki washed off hurriedly and left for UA without breakfast.
 
He didn’t wait up for Eijirou at lunch like he usually did. Katsuki waved him
off when he shouted after him, making sure he turned a corner before shitty-
hair could catch up. He got lunch by himself and went outside rather than
staying in the cafeteria—he needed space and fresh air.
He didn’t go far, though; found a nice empty spot at the back of the building
where he sat against the brick wall and scarfed down his food. Katsuki made a
note to never skip breakfast again, no matter how conflicted his life may be.
“Yo!”
“What the fuck,” Katsuki mumbled. “How’d you even find me.”
“You know that everyone can hear when you stomp, right? Hell, I bet people hear
you stompin’ all the way across campu—”
“I fuckin’ get it, now what do you want?”
Eijirou shrugged. He sat down next to Katsuki and pulled his knees close to his
chest, contemplating the sky as he worded whatever he was going to say in his
head. “Well,” he began, and already Katsuki wished he could just blow shitty-
hair’s face off and get outta there. “You seem off today. Like, you seem way
less tense but also super wound up, if that makes sense?”
“It doesn’t.”
“Bakugou, c’mon man. I’m your friend and it’s pretty easy to tell when
something’s different with you.”
“Fuck’s sake,” Katsuki cursed. He set down his lunch none-too-gently and
turned, face burning, toward Eijirou. “I don’t want to talk about it. Got
that?”
Eijirou held his hands up in defeat, smiling nervously. “Alright, alright,
gotcha. But I’m here, ‘kay?”
“You wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing.”
Katsuki didn’t wait for a reply before he stood abruptly and skulked off. He
didn’t need this. Didn’t want to think about it much less talk about it—nope,
he totally wasn’t fantasizing and jerking off to his little kid neighbor. He
was just a horny teenager and apparently liked soft skin.
“Fuck!” he screamed. It was nothing out of the ordinary to anyone but Kirishima
Eijirou.
Chapter End Notes
     more struggling katsuki, mmm, 'tis my life force. i'm sorry izuku
     didn't make an appearance but he will in the next chapter! ;)
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