Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/12165933. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: F/F, 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, Class_1-A_(My_Hero_Academia) Additional Tags: Future_Fic, Relationship(s), Tsundere_Bakugou_Katsuki, They_Are_Both Trying, Adorable_Midoriya_Izuku, Bakugou_Katsuki_is_a_Dork, Resolved Sexual_Tension, Sexual_Content, Graduation, katsuki_likes'_izuku's_thighs in_lacy_floral_thigh_highs, Post-Canon, kind_of_post_canon, cultural festival_moment, Crossdressing_Kink, Crossdressing, Fluff, Fluff_and Smut, Tooth-Rotting_Fluff Series: Part 4 of Katsudeku_Week_2017 Stats: Published: 2017-09-23 Words: 5201 ****** Pucker for another ****** by Unoutan Summary The huge affectionate gestures mattered and eventually, the little ones also began to matter. During the final year of UA High, many things have happened before they got to this moment, before they all got to this moment, but Izuku and Katsuki have evolved together...the most. Prompt 5: Affection Notes See the end of the work for notes It’s Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki’s last year of UA High. The new All for One is defeated known as Shigaraki Tomura, and the Yakuza, Triad and Mafia organizations associated with Shigaraki are disbanded, scattered to the winds as soon as the main head of the villains was defeated. And now… On the second day of the start of their third and final year at UA High, Midoriya Izuku bowed low to Katsuki in order to hide his face. Sweat is falling down his face, dripping to the floor. The cherry blossoms are falling outside the windows in the empty classroom where they are alone together that mid- afternoon. Izuku is shocked that Kacchan didn’t leave as soon as he saw that it was him that left him the love note in his locker at the back of the class. Izuku asked him to meet him in this classroom and-and- “I’d be a fucking idiot if I said no to you.” Katsuki’s teasing tone, made Izuku stand up straight, tears forming at the corner of his eyes as he felt a smile quickly form on his face. Bakugou Katsuki’s eyes are intense, more intense than usual with how close he is now. Izuku didn’t know he walked this close as he was bowing, covering his face in case he is rejected, but no. This is the exact opposite of rejection… “E-eh?” Is this happening? Lip trembling, Izuku shakily smiled as he saw Katsuki’s heady expression aimed at him. That smirk on his lips widened as he said, “You fucking nerd…” Two hands tightly held his biceps and pulled him close as they kissed. This moment alone started it all and the tears falling down Izuku’s face went ignored as Katsuki licked at the bottom of Izuku’s lip. This is happening to them and Izuku felt his heart soar. Katsuki held him tighter and when they pulled away from their kiss, he leaned back in to kiss underneath his jaw. His lips are soft, moving on Izuku's skin, smirking to state, “I’ve been a real stick up your ass huh, Deku?” “K-Kacchan-“ Izuku blushed at the vulgar statement, but Katsuki smirked when Izuku began to erupt into uncontrollable giggles. Rubbing his eyes dry with one hand, Izuku nodded. Yes. Yes, he has been a ‘stick up his ass.’ Closing his eyes, Katsuki rested his head on Izuku's shoulder to mutter with a rough growl to his voice, “Thanks for beating the shit through my thick skull all the time, Deku. And not stopping." Izuku stopped giggling and wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s waist to say, “You’re…very welcome, Kacchan. Anytime.” . . This is the first time Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki were able to eat together during lunch outside in the garden areas at the back of the dormitories. They just started dating a week ago and Katsuki took it upon himself to start it: “HERE. EAT IT, DEKU.” Katsuki held his chopstick out, holding a piece of deep- fried pork up so close to Izuku’s mouth that Izuku went crossed eyed as he looked at the food. Izuku's face is on fire now, but so is Katsuki’s face as he cupped a hand underneath the piece of food in case crumbs drop on his uniform. Slowly, Izuku opened his mouth and accepted the piece of offered food. After swallowing, Izuku shyly said, “T-Thanks, Kacchan. Umm-“ Lip twitching, Katsuki stared right into his eyes. Those red eyes burning, directly causing Izuku’s cheeks to burn even more than they are already. Izuku can’t believe that they’re doing this…after everything between them, everything that happened, all the pain and struggles, Katsuki said yes to them trying out this dating thing. Katsuki is dating him. It's a reality Izuku never thought would happen, a turn of events he didn't foresee, but...it's happening. A-And they’re actually- Izuku sucked in a deep breath when he watched Katsuki close his eyes. Those long lashes of Katsuki are so pretty, and Izuku smiled when the piece of carrot shaped like a flower was accepted. Chewing slowly, Katsuki opened his eyes to look at him again and didn’t say anything when he scooted closer to him on the bench. The bench and table they sat at was vacant, leaving only them sitting at the area behind the dormitories, but unknown to them, Hagakure smiled from around the corner and chose to eat her lunch elsewhere to give the new couple some privacy. . . They’ve been studying for a few hours now and despite staying well hydrated and fed, the hours are getting to them. A big test is tomorrow and Izuku already finished being the verbal questionnaire for Katsuki to answer. If a question was answered wrongly, they had to do five push ups each. On a happy note, they didn’t answer much wrong, and so it was mostly just a calm study session in each other’s company after they finished asking as many questions as they could. However, it is getting late. Izuku isn't too tired yet, but from the corner of his eye, he can see that it wasn't mutual. Putting down his notebook, Izuku asked the boy clearly dozing off on the small floor desk in the center of his room, “K-Kacchan, are you tired?” Elbow almost slipping on the desk, Katsuki straighten up and glared at him. “No. What makes you think that, you damn nerd?” Patting to the area next to him on the floor, Izuku only smiled as he happily ask, “Come over here, Kacchan. Please?” Even though he was grumbling, Katsuki lazily stood up and stomped over, dropping down next to where Izuku told him to sit. Before doing anything, Izuku turned to face Katsuki and sat back comfortably cross-legged. Reaching over to grab a pillow from Katsuki’s bed, Izuku placed it on his lap and patted it again. “You can lay down on my lap if you want, Kacchan.” Silence. Then a little thud. “Ooof! Kacchan…” Katsuki wrapped his arms around Izuku waist and angled his head to one side to say, “Ugh, keep quiet nerd. You offered.” Kaminari covered his mouth to stop his automatic ‘awww’ from popping out and alerting the two boys studying inside their room with the door left cracked open halfway. That was adorable. And so, not trying to ruin the mood, Kaminari slowly took a few steps back and decided to take the stairs down and around to head to the kitchen for a midnight snack on the other side, instead of the elevator. Eventually Katsuki began snoring as he napped on the pillow placed on Izuku’s lap. . . Knocking on Bakugou Katsuki’s door, Iida waited politely, ignoring the two voices muttering in side. Iida waited and then smiled when Izuku opened the door to happily say, “Good morning, Iida-kun! Sorry, we’ll be out soon to head to class with everyone. We’re running a bit late, but we’ll be fast and we won’t be late, we promise!” Izuku is missing one sock. “Of course, Midoriya. We’ll be downstairs! You and Bakugou remember to bring the signed permission slips that Aizawa said we needed to get for the class trip today!” “We will, Iida-kun! Thanks!” Izuku turned to the side when he heard Katsuki grumble something. A sock was thrown at Izuku and it hit him directly in the center his his face, bumping his nose. “ACK! Thanks Kacc-…oh. H-hold on, Kacchan, I-I’ll be right there to help you! Sorry Iida-kun, as I said-” Sloppily throwing on his uniform blazer, Katsuki angrily yelled, “I don’t need your help idiot!” Easily, Izuku counted with a raise of his eyebrow as he calmly retorted, “Then why did you ask me, Kacchan?” Grumbling, Katsuki dropped his hands to his sides and whispered under his breath, but Izuku heard it. “Damn it, sorry reflex.” Buttoning up Katsuki’s dress shirt, Izuku smiled, “That’s alright, Kacchan! You’re trying and that’s what matters to me.” Iida smiled as he heard the last part of their conversation and went down to meet up with the rest of the class that’s waiting for the official straggling married couple of class 1-A. Izuku quickly kissed Katsuki's pink cheek after he finished, leaving the top three unbuttoned like how he knows the other boy likes it, and made Katsuki groan. Pushing Izuku out of his room, backpacks in hand, Katsuki locked his door and walked downstairs to join the rest of the class. They didn’t let go of each other’s hands even when the class saw them. Lifting her head up from Tsuyu’s shoulder, Uraraka smiled at them both and waved enthusiastically at Izuku. Izuku returned the gesture with similar enthusiasm, making Katsuki roll his eyes and Tsuyu’s smile to widen. Izuku excitedly said, “I’m so excited to see the statues of all the heroes, especially All Might when he was younger! And also all the other Japanese- American heroes that worked in dual countries!” Uraraka clapped her hands together and said, “Ohhhh me too! But I’m excited for all photos taken during the United Nations hero meetings through the years!! Seeing all the different heroes from different cultures interacting. What about you Bakugou?” Two arms held out at his sides, Iida nodded and said, “I want to see those old film reels! Especially, the protest era and the resolution era. And yes, what about you Bakugou?” The trio waited for Bakugou to answer them. Taking a deep breath, Katsuki squeezed Izuku’s hand, fingers intertwined with his own and said, “The…concept costume illustrations.” “Kacchan’s mom and dad both work in the industry don’t they, Kacchan?” “Y-Yeah.” Glaring at Iida, Uraraka and even Tsuyu’s not-so-subtle glances in their direction, Katsuki let Izuku lean his cheek against his bicep. “They helped me design my costume…” That made Iida and Uraraka gush at them and Katsuki let them, smirking a little when Uraraka made the stereotypical okay-hand-gesture and flipped it over her face like a mask. Izuku and Iida both laughed when Uraraka did that. . . The bullet train ride is a little long and everyone slightly too rowdy. Mineta throwing a sticky ball at someone, missing, but still throwing things, was the last straw. Aizawa Shouta yelled at everyone to ‘shut up before I cancel this trip and force you all to ride the train back as soon as they arrive’ and so, everyone stopped fooling around, even the civilians in the same train car as them. As class 1-A of the Heroics Department, they are the first group to go to the Art History Museum trip hosted by Pro-hero Midnight Kayama Nemuri. Everyone is quiet now. And…Izuku started to doze off to sleep. He did. Katsuki held Izuku out a little to move the arm rest separating them up and out of the way to allow Izuku to rest on his lap. Katsuki said nothing when he calmly looked at Deku’s sleeping profile that’s facing his stomach. With a hand buried in curly dark green hair, Katsuki took a slow deep breath and let it out. This is happening. It’s happening to him and Deku is-he’s…they’re working on it. On this together and Katsuki didn’t know he was smiling until he looked up to lock eyes with Kirishima sitting in the seat to his right on the opposite aisle. He’s fluttering his eyelashes at him and Katsuki took at deep breath, a slow deep breath when Kirishima cupped one hand up to his mouth-to secretly mouth out the words: Kiss him. Kiss him, Baaaa-kuuu-gouuuu. Snapping his head back down to Deku sleeping on his lap, Katsuki glared and glare and glared…until he carefully lifted Deku’s head up to quickly kiss him on the cheek. And now Kirishima is giving him a thumbs up. Bakugou Katsuki didn’t throw Deku off him, to charge at the living stun gun Kaminari sitting next to Kirishima, when the guy mouth to him too: Now kiss him on the lips. Do it. Do it. Do it. Progress. Holding up a hand to cup his own mouth, Katsuki mouthed out: Go screw yourself, dunce face. Kaminari stared into space, sad, but Kirishima patted his shoulder in comfort. Pro-hero Midnight’s eyes sparkled as she eagerly spoke about various artworks, photography, sculptures and video reels displayed beautifully within the Nihon’s Heroics Museum of Modern Art. And Bakugou smiled as he stood behind Izuku, looking over his shoulder as he frantically took notes to what she was saying. He leaned in close and rested his head on the back of Deku’s shoulder, making him flinch at what he did, but then Izuku only leaned back against him. Smirking against the cloth of Deku’s blazer, Katsuki wrapped his arms around Izuku’s waist. . . After the internships ended, Izuku sighed and collapsed on top of Katsuki’s bed. He’s already washed up and dressed in fresh pajamas, consisting of a plain white shirt and black shorts, and Izuku wanted to close his eyes. It was then Katsuki roughly pushed Izuku to the side, squishing him against the wall as he also moved to rest on his bed with a fluffy orange throw over both of them. Izuku hummed, a lazy smile at his lips and arms automatically moving to accommodate the other boy holding him. Izuku rested his head on Katsuki’s chest and relaxed to the sound of even breathing as well as the steady rising and falling motion that rocked him to sleep. Their legs tangled and drool fell from the side of Izuku mouth, but Katsuki slept deeply, comfortable with Izuku in his arms. . . The cultural festival this year was…entertaining. They didn’t have a cultural festival last year due to the Neo-All for One incident that almost destroyed UA High and everyone in it, the whole almost dying taking further precedence and so, this year everyone is going all out. As Class 1-A of the hero department, everyone was looking at them...including the media that nobody enjoys. Bakugou spaced out during the voting for what the class would do during that event and didn’t know he assisted in agreeing for a Maid Café. When Yaoyorozu clapped her hands in excitement to reveal the final choice of a Maid Café, Bakugou slammed his hands on the table and screamed, “WHAT! A FUCKING MAID CAFÉ? THAT’S THE MOST STEREOTYPICAL, SHOUJO-MANGA ROMCOM BULLSH-” Sero whispered in awe at the new revealed information, reevaluating his entire world view at that very moment, “Bakugou Katsuki reads Shoujo manga and watches…romcoms?” “Yeah, I agree, Kacchan.” Izuku sadly sighed at Yaoyorozu and Jirou standing at the front of the classroom looking dapper in butler attire with a hyper Iida, who is holding a maid outfit up like it’s a treasured item that all of them should worship. Mineta is holding two thumbs up. “I AM ALL FOR THIS.” “I’m not really up for wearing a maid outfit and thigh-highs. I already wear them as my hero costume, and I don’t mind that since people say I look good…a- according to the press, but-” “Nevermind, we’re doing this.” “K-K...acchan?” “It’s the lacy kind right? We’re wearing that shit.” “EHHH? KACCHAN!! W-what happened to being against-" “YOU’RE PUTTING ON LACY FLORAL THIGH HIGHS, DEKU!” . . Bakugou Katsuki looked at Midoriya Izuku as he wobbled into the classroom due to the bright red high heels he wore. Red eyes drank in the sight of smooth thighs in black lacy floral thigh highs, which Jirou demanded had to be black in color to match Deku’s hero costume. The dark green maid costume and white frills on Izuku made Katsuki confidently walk over and hook his one arm around Izuku to steady him. Straightening her bowtie, Uraraka squeaked in excitement as soon as she saw Izuku enter the classroom. The platform shoes Katsuki borrowed from Tokoyami completed his orange-cream and white Lolita outfit. The shoes are a bit more forgiving than Izuku’s red heels, so he assisted in getting Deku to walk well for the big festival tomorrow. Aizawa Shouta adjusted his black mini-top hat with red roses in his hair, black fishnet covering one of his eyes, as he stood at the front of class to look at everyone. “Good. We all look great. Keep practicing walking and-” Bakugou and Izuku tripped together, crashing into Shouji who caught them both, but he too almost fell thanks to the dangerous stilettos he wore. “Keep practicing.” Aizawa wobbled back towards his sleeping bag, but almost fell over too. . . “Kacchan…can you-“ In the locker room area, Katsuki froze when Izuku asked for his help to assist in unzipping his dress. Unofficially that could have been the start of it for them. Izuku blushed hard when he realized what he asked of his Katsuki. Turning around with hands over his mouth in shock, Izuku immediately corrected his mistake, “I-I mean, it’s fine, I can ask Todoroki-kun to-“ “NO!” Katsuki screamed that and made everyone in the locker room pause to look at them. Shaking his head fondly, Todoroki said nothing to Izuku’s innocent statement and Katsuki’s enthusiastic denial of his involvement. One eye twitching, Katsuki growled out his next words to correct the situation, “I can do it. I’ll do it for you.” Todoroki gave Iida a mutual look together and continued undressing from their dresses to carefully store them in their bags for tomorrow’s festival. In the comfort of the dormitories, Izuku hesitantly asked with a whisper to Katsuki’s ear, “C-can I sleep at your room again tonight, Kacchan?” Raising his eyebrow, Katsuki at this moment used his stupidity allowance for the week when he loudly asked Izuku, “Hahh? What kind of dumb question is that? We always fucking sleep over each other’s-....Ah.” The pink freckled cheeks of Izuku made Katsuki not gulp at all. He fucking gulped. So, they're doing this... Katsuki is gentle with Izuku that night, laying over Izuku’s naked body with his own. There’s nothing clothing him, only the grey bed sheet tangling between them…that had to get tossed off the bed since it was now in the way. Kisses peppered up and down the middle of Katsuki’s torso. Hands eagerly roamed over skin, hot as they explored, coaxing moans from them both. Izuku gasped when he felt cold liquid touch his entrance with Katsuki’s finger carefully pushing within him. Then a second finger was added and eventually a third, teasing, curling, stretching as gently as possible. It hurt for a moment or two, but Katsuki is patient with him…careful, and intent by how his focused on Izuku's body and the noises he made that indicated how he feels. Izuku covered his mouth when he felt Katsuki’s fingers moving inside him in a way that began to feel better and better, until moans fluttered out of his mouth. Katsuki rubbed harder inside him and Izuku felt his ignored cock twitch. “K-Kacchan..I-I can’t-" Izuku raised his hips higher a little and then back down on the bed, weakly panting, "P-p-please- I-I think we can-“ Removing his lips from the dip of Izuku’s lower back, Katsuki slowly took his fingers away and licked a long strip up the planes of Izuku’s back. The dress Izuku has to wear tomorrow has a closed back and so Katsuki eagerly sucked, marking Izuku’s back with red dots. Izuku squirmed a little, but frozen when Katsuki whispered at the back of his head, “Sure, Deku…sit up face me and help me then, nerd.” The breath of Katsuki is hot on the back of his neck. Izuku sucked in his breath when he felt Katsuki's cock rub the curve of his ass. "O- Okay...Kacchan." They were a little awkward with how Izuku could barely put the condom on Katsuki, but Katsuki’s hands were also shaking from anticipation. Izuku leaned back and wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s shoulders as he moved to lay on top of him. The room is lit dimly, but the moonlight assisted in the sight before him. Katsuki’s skin is full of tiny faded burns marks around his chest and stomach and his hands are rough with calluses. Izuku can’t believe the sight before him and when Katsuki’s face neared his own, Izuku leaned forward to press a kiss to those lips. Izuku’s lips are soft and the scars of his right forearm and hand brushed against skin, sending a tremble of excitement throughout Katsuki's body. Hot. It's so hot, even through they are both bare, skin to skin, rubbing against each other-slick with sweat. Katsuki kissed around Izuku’s arm, over his shoulder as he leaned over his most troublesome childhood friend turned lover. Lover…this is what they are now. Together. Katsuki rested his forehead on Izuku's shoulder and held the other boy close as he gradually pressed inside. The tiny sounds Izuku made told Katsuki to go slow and so he did. Releasing the breath he held, Katsuki sighed when he was completely within Izuku's ass. Tight. Katsuki bit his lip and breathed, eyes fluttering closed as he eagerly basked in the heat wrapped around his cock. Izuku winced and squeezed his shoulders, but didn’t dig nails in...yet. Sweat slid down Katsuki's brow as his palms felt sweaty, squeezing the bed sheets at the side of Izuku’s hips. He paused, adjusting together with Izuku, both of them breathing hard as the building tension grew between them. Move. Katsuki wanted to move. Move. He wanted to grab Izuku’s hips and just- “Kacchan…move.” Flinching, eyes wide, Katsuki looked down at Izuku’s half-lidded eyes staring back at him. Chest rising up and down, Izuku strained a little by closing one eye tight when Katsuki moved a little. Katsuki licked his lips at the sight of the light that touched Izuku's skin, accentuating the appealing body under him. The sheen of sweat made his hands guide over everything, over legs to hike them up. It’s hot in his room and Katsuki gulped when Izuku lifted both his hands to gently cup his face for a moment and then gently let his finger tips move down his neck and chest. “Please…y-you can move now. I-I want you to do so, Kacchan.” The surface of Katsuki's skin is also damp and Izuku let his outstretched palm slide over the broad, muscular chest hovering over him. Waiting. Waiting for Izuku. “Deku…I might-" Katsuki paused, hand stilling their movements on Izuku's skin to say, "I might go overboard and-” “I-I can handle it. This. I-I want this from you, t-to do this with you.” The unspoken ‘I want you’ made Katsuki grip Izuku’s thigh pressed against his chest, and leaned down, closer to Izuku’s chest as he moved. Izuku groaned a little when he was bent by him, but released his held breath when he moved. Bakugou Katsuki wants Izuku too, he wants all of this with his Izuku. Izuku didn’t close his eyes as he felt Katsuki pull out and thrust into him until they couldn’t take it anymore. Faster. Their movements turned more hungry, groans turning to growls and gasps turning to grunts, but it felt breathtaking in many ways. Blond bangs tickled his neck and Katsuki groaned when Izuku tightly wrapped his legs around his waist. And Izuku moaned against Katsuki's ear, mouth wide open, panting as he lost himself to the quick pumps hitting into him in a stead pace. This rhythm Katsuki had with Izuku felt amazing, the loud slaps ringing in their ears. Their bodies are warm and Izuku hooked his arms around Katsuki’s shoulder, under his arms, when he was pulled up to sit on him. Arms wrapped around Izuku's chest, over his arms, and Katsuki groaned against damp skin as he deeply rocked into Izuku. Their moans grew louder as Izuku fucked himself on Katsuki's hard cock, while Katsuki met him with each pleasurable motion. Izuku bit Katsuki’s shoulder when his toes curled and his whole body shook in a satisfying completion. Katsuki squeezed him in a tight embrace, following a moment after with content, slowing thrusts into Izuku that made their bodies shake. The legs wrapped around Katsuki’s waist loosened slightly as they both fell to the side, both their heads hitting the pillow. Katsuki cradled the back of Izuku’s head and pressed a deep kiss to Izuku’s lips as they laid there together in bed, warm and content with the afterglow of what happened between them. Lips pressing against the crook of Izuku’s neck, Katsuki tenderly whispered, “…I love you, Izuku.” “Katsuki,” Izuku slid his hands down Katsuki’s bare back and closed his eyes as he affectionately replied, “I love you too.” . . Izuku is still a little sore in the back…from last night’s p-passionate activities with his boyfriend, but Katsuki made sure not to leave any visible hickies around his neck and collar since his dress exposes that area. The hickies are everywhere else though. Izuku felt bad that he accidentally bit Katsuki’s shoulder at some point during the night, but luckily, Katsuki’s Lolita dress covered his shoulders. “Kacchan? A-Are you ready?” “Deku, get the hell in here and zip this damn thing up.” Izuku giggled and entered the bathroom cubicle to help with the dress. The cultural festival went smoothly, with only one bad drama of Katsuki dragging Monoma out of the classroom after he ‘accidentally’ hit the back of Izuku head with his elbow...an one-sided inside joke that Izuku still was unable to tell Monoma off. But now, with Katsuki's involvement...he got the message. The situation worsened when Izuku stumbled and flashed his butt for everyone to see. Luckily, Katsuki didn’t kill Monoma, or anyone else that saw, and Izuku wore normal black boxer briefs underneath…and not the lace underwear Katsuki asked Izuku to wear the night before the festival. Shinsou Hitoshi remedied the sour moment, by helping Izuku stand up so the ‘flashing’ moment didn’t last. Bakugou did glare at a few underclassmen fangirls and boys that are now all red in the face…with one of the boys fainting with blood shooting out from their nose. Shaking his head at Monoma’s actions, Mineta crossed his white silk-gloved arms over his purple sweetheart dress gown. . . “DOUBLE DATEEE, AHHHH!” Uraraka and Izuku hushed whispered their excitement that both Tsuyu and Katsuki heard since they are standing right next to their significant others. The videogame arcade got competitive and they all might be banned now. They went back the next day and saw their semi-blurred pictures posted on the corner of the huge window. They’re not too recognizable…but they didn’t go back ever again. . . The final exam was fucking crazy, as Katsuki eloquently screamed along with Todoroki during the start of the all battle royale. Sweat is pouring down from his face as well as Izuku’s face on the other side of the arena. Aizawa Shouta, Principal Nedzu, Midnight, Present Mic…all of the teachers of UA High fought against them all with a teacher to every two students. It echoed their combo- battles first year, but they all fought together in one huge battle with an area of disqualification as well as a time limit. They all passed by just the skin of their teeth. Tears falling down his face, Izuku cried along with Todoroki, Uraraka, Shinsou, Yaoyorozu, Monoma, Iida, Shoji, Kirishima, Tetsutetsu and Aoyama. They passed. They all passed! Izuku screamed out, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” And Bakugou found himself also screaming with him, causing an amazing chain of all the budding heroes of class 1-A and 1-B with them. Izuku hooked his arm around Katsuki shoulder and Katsuki did the same around Izuku’s waist. They were about to try to pick up each other at the same time, but fainted instead with more than half of the class. Uraraka fell back on her butt and cheered, kicking her feet in the air as she fell back to rest her head on Iida’s unconscious form on the ground. . . Lifting up the graduation hat a little to adjust its position, Katsuki squirmed when he felt another hairpin get shoved into his hair. “This shit won’t stay on, Deku, just stop it. I’ll deal with-“ “Uraraka was able to do this to mine, and got it to stay still, so I can do it to your hair too!” “You can’t contain a damn explosion with countless tiny hairpins, Deku.” Determined, Izuku quickly stuck in ten more pins and yelled, “Yes I can!” “Deku, this is fine, I don’t-“ Katsuki closed his mouth when Izuku sprayed his hair with hairspray, catching him off guard and forcing him to stop mid- sentence. About to yell at his boyfriend, Katsuki stopped when he felt that the hat on his head actually stayed still when he moved his head. Looking at himself in the mirror, Katsuki was content at how he looked. His spiky locks stuck out appropriately and Izuku didn’t spray down his hair like he was channeling Best Jeanist’s tastes in hairstyling fashion. “Oh…..don’t give me that look.” Izuku is grinning at him, looking at him in the mirror as he stood at his back. “I-I can’t believe we’re….we’re now-” “Yeah. Next is sidekick gigs for you and I.” “Y-yeah…” Izuku bit his lip and Katsuki narrowed his eyes at the familiar action. “Talk to me, Deku.” And the shoes on the other foot now. Katsuki realized the irony of himself asking that of Deku when he still has the bad habit of clamming up in a ball of anger when he get’s at his worst. Things happen and yet…here they are, here they are together “Um…I-I love you a lot Kacchan.” His face is burning and Katsuki smirked at those freckled cheeks that he wanted to kiss. And so he did. Hooking his finger into the collar of the graduation gown Izuku worn, Katsuki gripped Izuku’s neck and angled his head back to capture those lips he never wants to stop kissing. Moving their lips away, yet still remaining close, Katsuki spoke and let his lips brush against Deku’s lips, “Yeah. I love you too, Deku. Lets kick ass.” Leaning in for another kiss, Izuku simply said, “Yes. Lets.” All Might smiled at Izuku and Katsuki from a distance as he sat next to an overjoyed, crying Midoriya Inko. Bakugou Katsuki spotted his mother in the crowd as soon as she jumped up and hollered her name, but he almost missed her because other people he didn’t meet cheered for him when his name was called. Izuku waved out to the crowd as soon as the last name was announced and Katsuki called to him: “Hey Deku.” “Yes, Kacc-“ Katsuki grabbed Izuku around his waist and pressed them close together to kiss him. Izuku wrapped his arms around his neck and leaned into the kiss with Katsuki lifting him up slightly onto his toes. The crowd went wild and Izuku smiled against his lips as Katsuki let him back down to the platform stage. Face red, Izuku muttered a weak reprimand and half- pouted, half-smiled Katsuki after their kiss, “Kacchan…” Katsuki smirked down at Izuku with teeth bared, saying nothing to his friend Kirishima's teasing wolf whistle somewhere nearby. “Shut it, nerd. And pucker up again.” Izuku did and Katsuki went in for another. End Notes Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! I had a lot of fun writing this omg...so much. So I hope you enjoyed the feels like I did. I might have gotten too emotional typing this one. lol Katsudeku week doing it's job right then, yankin' this outta me.-Unoutan Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!