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Katsuki didn’t like to admit it, but special holidays did matter to him.
It was hard to not appreciate them at least a little bit. Not when both of his parents made a big deal about each one. The first day of Spring, festivals, birthdays, and even Christmas. These were days he had fond memories of, all thanks to how he had grown up spending all of them with a stomach full of his mom’s amazing cooking, and in the warmth and love of his family. Even if he barely had friends as he grew older and angrier, holidays were always days he could calm down for a small period of time.
Somewhere along the line, though, he realized that those soft sentiments would make him look weak. Not only weak, but soft, too. He eventually opted to simply celebrating them in secret. No one needed to know, anyway.
Well, until today.
Today was Valentine’s Day in U.A., and unsurprisingly, the air was full of love and teenage giddiness. From a single glance into any given classroom, there would be at least one desk piled with chocolates to the brim. It would be easy to tell who the most liked person was in that class.
For 1A, it was Midoriya Izuku.
Unsurprisingly.
The amount of time it took for all of his classmates and some other people from other classes to pile chocolate onto his desk was unbelievable. Izuku had stepped out for a minute to get something from another classroom, only to return to a mountain of sweets.
Now he was sputtering and blushing wildly, as Uraraka teased him about how much chocolate he had gotten.
“Where did all of this even come from? I can’t carry all of this!” Izuku buried his face in his hands. He spirals further into (comical) despair when Todoroki suggests throwing some away. Yaoyorozu steps in to create a bag for Izuku to put the chocolates in.
All the while, Katsuki had to endure the entire thing.
He was extremely upset about the fact that his gift would most definitely be overshadowed—or outshined by Aoyama’s box of chocolate that had diamonds on it—by everyone else.
Class resumes soon after, though, and Katsuki tries not to think about it for the rest of the day.
Katsuki tries, he really does.
“How the hell did he even get that many…” Kirishima muses to him as they walk back to the dorms. “It wouldn’t be surprising if Izuku was friends with everyone in UA, but to get that many admirers? Super manly!”
Katsuki can only grunt in response.
“Hmm. I think Monoma gave him some too!” Kirishima casts him an observational glance that goes unnoticed. To an outsider, it would be blatantly obvious that he was trying to get some sort of response.
“Mm.”
“Do you think any of the 1B girls gave him chocolate too?”
“Mm.”
“Aren’t you curious about this at all, Bakubro?”
“Mm.”
“Can you say anything other than ‘mm’?”
“Mm.”
“C’mon, bro.”
No response.
Slightly frustrated, Kirishima drops the subject.
|| Message sent to: Midoribro ||
Sorry, Midoriya! He didn’t really seem all that interested :/ But you should still try anyway!
5:29 PM
Somewhere else within the school, Izuku’s heart sinks.
It’s ten o’clock at night, well past Katsuki’s bed time, yet he still finds himself awake. Even after calling his mom of all people for advice, the twinge in his gut refused to go away.
Something bothered him about the fact that his gift had practically been buried under everyone else’s. It was just chocolate, he supposed. But it was homemade chocolate. An expensive kind, filled with caramel and nuts. He had gone out to get custom silicone molds to turn each piece into All Might’s face, even if it looked nerdy, because he had wanted to see Izuku’s face light up with happiness, then give him that look, preferably while saying “This is amazing, Kacchan!”
Katsuki shakes the well-constructed memory out of his head. What the fuck was this, a fucking shoujo manga ? Disgusting.
He shoves his face into his pillow and angrily wills himself to sleep.
“Kirishima… I really don’t know if I should--”
“Just go for it, Midoriya! Plus Ultra!”
“Isn’t it too late? It’s ten thirty, surely Kacchan is still asleep!”
“Just do it! I’m gonna go run over there. Good luck!” The sound of quickly retreating footsteps follow.
One knock. Two knocks. Three.
Katsuki rises from his slumber like a grumpy old man. He blinks blearily at his bedside clock. It’s only about to hit eleven o’clock. He barely got an hour of sleep.
He was just about to ignore it and go back to bed, until a voice immediately cuts through his sleepiness like a hot knife.
“Kacchan…? Are you awake?”
A minute of fumbling uselessly, just barely managing to pull on a pair of pants and make himself presentable later, Katsuki finally opens the door.
And there Izuku stands, adorable as ever.
No words get to be exchanged.
“W-”
Izuku immediately turns bright red, hurls a package wrapped with orange paper right at his stomach, and runs away. Things went by so fast that he didn’t even notice that he had used ten percent of his power. Both the package and Katsuki were sent flying, until he hit his bedroom wall, just barely missing his All Might poster.
~~
Izuku didn’t know what to expect after doing that, but he definitely did not expect to get berated by Recovery Girl the next morning, alongside a smug looking Katsuki-- well, he looked as smug as one could be while holding an ice pack to his abdomen.
“You know, there are better fucking ways to confess your feelings other than throwing a fuckin’ package at my stomach without warning.” Katsuki sits next to Izuku at the cafeteria now, one hand still holding onto the ice pack, and another popping a few pieces of the chocolate Izuku made for him into his mouth.
“Y-you already know I didn’t mean to! I promise Recovery Girl that I would nurse you back to health!”
“Mm, yeah. You’re gonna have to nurse me for longer than a week now, because these chocolates fucking suck.”
“So mean, Kacchan!"