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Bright red roses lined the fence of the young couple's backyard, painting a romantic landscape for the suspenseful question Izuku Midoriya was waiting to ask.

Izuku Midoriya, a simple high school history teacher, had been dating his partner for just over a year now, and he thought it was the perfect time to pop the question.

He was never necessarily good with love, but he tried his hardest, and that seemed to be just enough.

"Deku, what is all this?"

"U.. uhm, well, it's been a year or so since we started dating and, I really do think we have something… special?" Deku said, awkwardly, cheeks bright red, contrasting the beauty of the star-riddled night sky. "And, y'know, you're really important to me."

"Oh my god, are you…"

"Ochako Uraraka…"

"…Will you marry me?"

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Still Into You - Paramore

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 3:36

Today is the day of the UA High school reunion.

Katsuki Bakugou, a 27 year old freshly graduated masters student in Engineering, received the email via text from a close friend the week before.

Katsuki was an academic weapon, has been since he was born. Due to that, he always was treated like he was bettr than everyone else, which resulted in him believing in it too. Sometimes (well, most times,) that would make him seem rude and awful, but that was just how his life had always been.

It had been a while since he went out some place nice to eat, gotten drinks, and hangout with friends, due to being so busy with college.

He made some great friends during high school, some that he still keeps in contact with today.

Like Ejiro Kirishima, or as he liked to call him, Shitty Hair, due to his bright red damn near liberty spikes. He's been one of his best friends since 10th grade, is still extremely close with him, and probably will be for the rest of his life. They met in Pottery class, a class that Katsuki didn't necessarily want to take, but ended up making the best memories in, all thanks to him.

Denki Kaminari, or Dunce Face, was another very close friend to him, and was his roommate in college. He blew up a toaster at 3 in the goddamn morning the first week.

Mina Ashido, or Raccoon Eyes, is Kirishima's girlfriend. Probably one of the most extroverted people he knew. Despite the fact that being around her could be really fucking annoying sometimes, he always kept in contact and respected her.

And then there was his childhood friend, Izuku Midoriya, or the nickname he had given him, Deku. They'd been best friends since diapers, as far as Katsuki had remembered. But since high school, things seemed to be a bit different with Deku.

There was a feeling in his stomach he could never bring up when Deku's name was brought up. Something that tingled and made him feel all queasy sophomore year. He tried to push it down and pray that it was just sickness when it first started, but days became weeks, and weeks became months, and months became years. 12 of them, to be exact. And the feeling was always there. But there was a slight flaw in the way he felt for Deku.

Deku was dating another friend of his, Ochako Uraraka, or as he liked to call her, Round Face.

She was like, the perfect girl for him. Always sweet, always happy.

Sometimes a little too happy.

But Katsuki was different.

He was blunt, short-tempered, competitive.

But most importantly, he was a boy.

And he didn't even know if Deku liked boys.

He never posed the question of homosexuality to Deku, cause that would be weird. Like, who the fuck would ever need to ask their same-sex friend that?

The thought of asking that and creeping Deku out brought shivers down his spine that he didn't fucking like.

Katsuki could never imagine a life without Deku. He was the one constant in his life from the day he was born to every second passing by. He just could not mess up his relationship with the doe-eyed boy.

So, he kept it in the dark.

He and Deku texted all the time, but he couldn't remember for the life of him the last time they hungout and got drinks or whatever. So you can only imagine the way his face lit up when he saw that he sent him an invite to the reunion he planned.

Obviously, he said "Hell yeah!" to Deku, but now that he's thinking about it, the entire night he's going to have to watch he and Ochako be all lovey dovey and shit the entire night.

And that made him consider staying home, but, really?

He really wants to see all his friends after so long, but man, a whole night of watching Deku flirt with someone else would nearly kill him.

But maybe this could be like, exposure therapy, or some shit. Something to make him finally realize and get over the fact that there's just no way he and Deku could ever be b…

Boy…

…Boyf…

…You know what the fuck he means.

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Poker Face - Lady Gaga

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First thing he saw when he walked into the fancy Japanese resturaunt was Deku kissing Round Face.

That alone already made him want to fucking leave. His legs started naturally turning around, but from across the bar, he heard:

"Kacchan!" From a voice so soft and kind he could just get wrapped up in it.

That gave him the warmest butterflies, followed by the worst anxiety.

Oh, tonight's gonna be a bitch, he thought.

"Hey, Deku." He said, which he instantly overthought.

Did I say that too bluntly?

Did it sound mean?

What if he noticed too?

Fuck, whatever, he thought.

"Come on, our table's over there!" Deku exclaimed excitedly.

He followed Deku over to the large oval-shaped table, lined with all of his childhood and then-childhood-current friends.

"Eyyy! Bakubro in the Houseeeee!" Came shouting from the end of the table from Shitty Hair.

"Hey bro!" Dunce Face exclaimed.

"Bakugou, good to see you." Iida let out.

"Hey Bakugou," Tsuyu said.

"Hi Bakugou!" said Round Face, followed by Racoon Eyes saying the same thing.

"Hey, guys." He said.

He sat down and got a hold of a menu, scanning the letters trying to figure out what to order.

A waiter came up to their table, one that looked a little too familiar. Purple hair, baby face, shockingly short for his age—wait.

"Holy shit, Mineta?" Shitty Hair yelled out.

Katsuki snorted. "Small Fry's a waiter!" He remarked.

"Oh, hey guys," Mineta said quietly.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna order like, the heaviest thing on the menu for him to carry," Raccoon Eyes joked, followed by Round Face and Tsuyu's laughter.

"S.. So what does everyone want to order?" He said.

Racoon Eyes started teasing Small Fry. "I'll get two large pizzas, and a side of the premium bacon mac-n-cheese, and—"

"Guys, lay off of him." Deku said. "I'll just get the Katsudon, and a Sprite, please."

"Katsudon and a Sprite," the little runt noted.

"I'll have the Beef Stew, with a Coke, please." Iida requested.

"Dragon roll for me, please! With a 7-Up." Tsuyu asked.

"I'll just get the Maple Tofu, with a Shirley Temple, please." Katsuki requested.

"Would you like that regular or as a Dirty Shirley?" Small Fry asked.

"Get it dirty, Bakugou! Let's get wastedddd!" Raccoon Eyes exclaimed.

"No, no, that's alright. Just regular, please."

"Man…"

Your Type - Carly Rae Jepsen

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 3:19

The night was going shockingly well so far. They got their food, and almost the entire table were pretty deep into their meals. Deku and Round Face would flirt every once in a while, but Katsuki found himself almost unphased by it.

Wow, maybe tonight I really am getting over him, He thought.

Oh, did he think.

He was deep into a conversation with Shitty Hair when he heard a fork hitting a glass from across the table.

"Guys, tonight's been great," Deku started. "It's been so wonderful seeing us all in the same room again after, what, 8 years?"

"Somethin' like that," Dunce Face commented.

"And as you know, me and my lovely Ochako have been dating for just over a year."

What is he getting at? Katsuki wondered, with a furrowed brow.

"So we'd like to announce…" Round Face added.

"We're engaged!" They both yelled at the same time.

The entire room erupted in cheers, but Katsuki just froze.

The entire room, resturaunt, world, felt frozen in time as Katsuki sat in shock and despair.

Deku was getting…

…Married.

What the fuck???

He should've known this was coming, sooner or later. They were always so happy around eachother.

Never bothered, never unhappy.

Never arguing, never upset.

Maybe thats why Deku chose him over her.

Katsuki was always making everything a competition, trying to catch up to Deku.

But in all that time they spent away at college, the pace of life just started changing.

He went into teaching, Katsuki went into engineering, and now everything just feels different.

All of that leads up to now, his childhood best friend, and the person he hoped would be his soulmate—is getting fucking married.

He wanted to lash out, say that this wasn't the way life was supposed to play out.

But what kind of friend would he be to do that to Deku?

It just wouldn't be right for him.

And as much as he hated sucking up and saying some shit like "Congratulations!", he really had no other choice.

Deku would hate him if he made his engagement announcement about himself. Anyone would hate him. So what was he supposed to do?

He felt the world thaw out around him, and just decided to say something nice, but he could tell the look on his face read as betrayed.

Even if they had never dated.

Even if that was selfish on Katsuki's behalf.

He still felt so, so betrayed.

"Kacchan, are you okay?" Deku asked as everyone else was talking and partying with Round Face.

"Uh… Uhm… Yeah. Yes, totally. Just shocked." Katsuki forced out. "Congratulations, Deku. I'm happy you've found the.. the one."

Those last few words felt so forced out he wanted to throw up.

Deku smiled. "Thank you, Kacchan. It means a lot." The newly-engaged boy looked out into the sea of friends crowding around Round Face. "Alright, who wants drinks!"

Well if anything's gonna make me feel better, it'll be this. Katsuki thought.

Ribs - Lorde

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 4:19

Katsuki was 7 beers in and hammered as fuck.

The lights were way too bright for him, voices started to blend in, and by this point, he couldn't tell the difference between a person and a pole.

"Ribs" by Lorde echoed through the halls of the bar, and Katsuki could just barely make out the lyrics, but they still hit too close to home.

This dream isn't feeling sweet,
We're reeling through the midnight streets.
And I've never felt more alone,
It feels so scary getting old.

Katsuki thought back on all of the past memories he had with Deku, wishing he could do anything to go back to those days. Back before college, before shit got complicated, and Deku was engaged.

It hurt so much to have to drink away the night to keep himself from cursing out Round Face and Deku, but this was the only way he'd be able to make it through.

We can talk it so good,
We can make it so divine.
We can talk it good,
How you wish it would be all the time.

The lyrics put Katsuki on the edge of tears, but he held his composure as Deku walked up to him with a concerned look on his face.

"Kacchan, are you okay…?" Deku asked, wrapping his arm around Katsuki's shoulder, which sent shivers down his spine.

"'M d'oin 'lright… yeah…" Katsuki slurred.
"Are you sure…? You sound really drunk right now… How many beers have you had?"

"MMmmm… i'on kn'w… Like 7..?"

"Seven beers?!?" Deku exclaimed.

"I'll be 'lright… sh'iy D'ku…" He continued, "Y'know, I'ts n'ce that you're, y'know… Getting married n' stuf'… …But I don't know, d'nt ya th'nk… It should be…"

Katsuki was entering dangerous territory.

"Should be what, Kacchan?" Deku asked.

"Oh n'thin… I'm just happy for you… Like, r'ly h'py for y…"

Katsuki's vision started to close in, as he fell to the floor.

"Oh my god, Kacchan!"

"What's going on?" Ochako said, rushing over as "oohs" and "ahs" echoed through the bar.

"We were just, talking, and he was so drunk he just, um, passed out." Izuku explained.

"Oh god, can you drive him home? We'll wait for you."

"Okay, I'll be back in a little over an hour."

Izuku walked through the halls of the bar, with an unconscious Kacchan slung over his shoulder.

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Katsuki woke up on the highway in the backseat of Deku's car, dazed and hungover as hell.

He went to sit up, but the second he tried, his head started pounding.

"Holy shit…" he whimpered.

"Oh, you're awake!" Deku said, in a voice way too loud and cheerfully for the agony Katsuki was in at the moment.

"P… Please don't speak so fucking loudly…"

Deku brought his voice down a notch. "Oh, sorry. How are you feeling?"

"Fucking horrible. My head hurts, my saliva tastes like shit, and i'm really, really, hungry."

"Oh, well, I had a feeling you'd say that last part, so there should be some food by your feet.

Katsuki fought the pain it took to get up, and grabbed the Burger King bag and drink from the other side of the backseat.

He shoveled the food and drink into his mouth way faster than he should've. But hey, it made him feel a bit better.

"That do you any good?" Deku said, cheerfully.

Katsuki had this weird swooning look on his face for a second.

"God, I wanna kiss him so badly.." He mumbled out, by accident.

"Um, Kacchan, what was that?"

"Oh what? Uhm, yeah. That's better. Way better. Thank.. Thank you."

"You're welcome! I made sure to order what you always get. A whopper, no tomatoes, because you quote unquote, 'fucking hate them.'"

How the fuck did he remember that? Last time we got Burger King had to have been over two years ago, he thought.

God, why was he doing this to him. Tonight was supposed to be the night he put an end to the mindless crushing.

About 15 minutes had passed by, and they'd eventually pulled into the driveway of Katsuki's house.

"Do you need any help getting in? Going to your room?" Deku asked.

Katsuki wanted to say yes so badly, just for the sake of having Deku around him a little longer, but he was already intruding enough on his time with his other friends.

"No, no. I'll be good. But thank you for offering." He said.

"Okay, well then, off I go. Bye Kacchan."

Deku walked up to his car, but as soon as he reached to open the car door, he walked back up to Katsuki and gave him a hug.

Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my

"There we go. Okay. Bye!" Deku said,

And with that, Deku was pulling out of the driveway and gone.

"Bye…" Katsuki whispered.

"…I love you."

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Sat, 12:17 PM

Deku

Hey, Kacchan! I'm going shopping for suits today @ the mall @ 12:45 and I was wondering if you wanted to tag along. Meet at the south enterance. Call me if you're on your way!

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧˚

Guilty Pleasure - Chappell Roan

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 3:45

"How does this one look?" Deku asked.

There were a million words Katsuki could have responded with.

Beautiful.

Gorgeous.

Hot.

Stunning.

Holy shit please kiss me you look so sexy right now.

"Looks great!" He settled.

"Kacchan, I meant get into the specifics."

"What do you mean, specifics?"

I know exactly what you mean, you'd just punch me in the face if I actually answered.

"Like, how does it compliment my eyes, my figure, my hair, all of that stuff." Deku responded.

Katsuki stammered. "Um.. Uh… All of the above…?"

"You're very helpful," Deku replied, sarcastically, closing the change room curtain.

To tell you the complete truth, the only reason Katsuki chose to come with was so that he could be around Deku more and more.

Even if the initial idea was to try and get over it, obviously he wasn't having success in that department. So, why not just get the best he can. Being his…

Best… Friend.

He let out a sigh.

Maybe this isn't as good as he thought it would be.

Whatever. At least he was spending more time with the boy than he had in the last 6 years of college he was busy with.

"Alright, how's this one?"

Deku stepped out of the change room wearing a goregous black suit, paired with pastel pink floral tie, and a white dress shirt with rhinestone accents.

If Katsuki hadn't known any better, he would've kissed the boy in that very moment.

Keep your cool, Katsuki, he thought.

"That's the one." Katsuki said.

"You really think so?"

"I know so."

Looking at Deku in such a beautiful wedding suit almost brought sadness to Katsuki, knowing that there will never be a day where he gets to see him walk down the aisle in a suit as stunning as that.

"Alright, I'll call Ochako and show her the suit."
Katsuki's face faltered when Round Cheeks' name was brought up. Katsuki was never truly the jealous type, but nothing could explain how envious he's been of her for the past month since the engagement announcement.

He stood around awkwardly while Deku called Round Cheeks.
"Hi babe! Me and Kacchan are out right now picking out suits and we think we've found the one! I'll send you a picture right now." He said. "Yeah. Mhm, yup. Okay. Love you! Bye!"

Katsuki wanted to roll his eyes so hard that they'd see his brain, but he kept his cool.

Deku hung up the phone and checked his texts.

"She loves it!"

"Alright..!" Katsuki said, in an almost fake-excited voice. "Uh, do you wanna get lunch?"

"Um, yeah, sure. We've got time," Deku said, checking the time on his phone. "Pho?"

"You know it."

"So, what are you guys thinking of for the wedding venue, and all that shit?" Katsuki asked while eating his wonton soup.

"Um, we're trying to see if we can have it on the beach, all romantic and stuff. At least, that's what Ochako wants." Deku replied.

"Is that what you want?"

"I mean, I guess. It's not like I ever had ideas for the venue, per se. The cake, and the suit, and the theme is where I get excited. And, y'know, happy wife, happy life—or something like that."

"Fair enough."

"But enough about me… How have your dating ventures been, Kacchan?" Deku jabbed.

Woah, was that a loaded question, Katsuki thought.

Katsuki had tried dating various people to get over Deku during highschool and college, but nobody ever clicked as well as he did.

The question made Katsuki stammer. Like, a whole fucking lot.

"Um.. Uh.. Well, erm…" He was getting more and more embarrased by the second.

"Relax, Kacchan! I'm just joking with ya! But really, if there's ever a girl in the picture, I'd love to meet her!"

That last part made Katsuki slouch in his head. A girl in the picture. Great.

"Yeah, you'll be the first person I tell.." He forced through his teeth.

Katsuki took the last bite of his soup, and slouched back.
"Well, I'm finished."

Izuku took the last bite of his pho.

"Same, split the bill?"
"Nah, it's on me."

"Are you sure, Kacchan?I don't mind paying for mine!"

"No, no. I got it."

"Oh, okay! Thank you, Kacchan."

"No biggie," he said, crossing his arms.

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Your Love is My Drug - Kesha

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Izuku walked through the doors of his house to Ochako in the kitchen fixing a snack for herself.

"Oh, hi babe! How was suit shopping with Bakugou?"

"So fun! He's amazing, always has been. We went to the tailor at the mall and he was kind of not helpful until we reached the suit that we picked and then all of a sudden he was like wow! and I was like yeah! and it was so fun, he's so great! I think i'm gonna ask him to be the best man at the ceremony."

Ochako's face read taken aback at Izuku's excitement, but stayed happy for him.

"I'm sure he'd love that."

Deku smiled. "Well, i'm going to go check my emails—"

He was interrupted by the sound of the toilet flushing and the bathroom door opening.

"Ochako, your bathroom is so nice!" said a girl emerging from the bathroom, wearing a similar work uniform to the one Ochako was wearing. "Oh, who's this?"

"Oh my god, I totally forgot to mention! This is my fiancé, Izuku." Ochako said, like she had known this girl for the longest time.

"Hi, um," He paused. "Who.. Who are you?"

"This is Himiko, my colleague. We met at work! She just got here, like, ten minutes ago."

"So great to meet you! Ochako never told me she had a fiancé." Himiko said, with a slight smirk near the tail end of her sentence, that Izuku chose to ignore.

"Great to meet you too, Himiko." Izuku said graciously.

"Well, as I was saying, I need to start

checking my emails. It was great meeting you!"

"You too, Izuku!" Himiko cheerfully replied.

✿　.　˚　. 　 ˚　✿.

The Subway - Chappell Roan

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Two more weeks had gone by since Deku picked out the suit for the wedding, and they hadn't hung out since. He craved to see Deku again, to hear his warm, comforting voice again, to playfully scruff his green locks. But for some reason, nothing.

Maybe Deku didn't see their friendship as important as Katsuki did.

Maybe Katsuki needed to leave well enough alone.

Maybe Katsuki needed to get his mind off things.

So, he asked Shitty Face to get breakfast.

"How's wedding planning going?" said Shitty Hair, as he shoveled a bite with waffles, bacon, and maple syrup into his mouth. A combo Katsuki found truly repulsive, but hey, to each his own.

"I don't fuckin' know, he hasn't texted me in a couple a' weeks." Katsuki replied, shoving a mouthful of scrambled eggs & ketchup into his mouth.

"Huh… Do you know why?"

"He's probably busy planning the wedding more with Round Cheeks," he scoffed, harder than he would have preferred.

Kirishima looked at him with a furrowed brow. "Hang on, why the additude?"

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

"Um, what do you— I didn't have a fucking additude? You have a fucking additude," he hissed.

"Bakugou, do you not… like Ochako?"

"No, it's not that I don't like her, it's that… Um…"

Shit, he was way too far deep into this. There was no escaping it, he was going to have to tell him.

"Dude, whatever it is, you can tell me." Shitty Hair said, supportively.

Katsuki sighed, followed by a deep, heavy, long breath in.

"I'vehadacrushonDekuforthepast12yearssincesophomoreyearanditneverwentawayevenduringcollegeandit'sbeendrivingmefuckinginsane!" Katsuki caught his breath, slouched over the table.

Shitty Hair stared at him, eyes gouging out like he had just been told something crazy.

Well, in his defense, he had been told something totally fucking crazy!

Saying it out loud felt, so, so wrong. Like, was Shitty Hair ever gonna look at him the same ever again? having a crush on your engaged best friend? What the fuck!

"You, had a crush on Deku, for twelve years?!?!" Kirishima exclaimed.

"I know it sounds really fucking bad but—"

"Dude, it is really fucking bad! He's getting married in a matter of months from now!"

"Are you trying to make me feel fucking worse about it?!" Katsuki yelled out.

"Sorry, sorry… But still, that's really bad. And you need to do something about it before it eventually boils over. And the last thing you want is to have it happen close to his wedding night."

That did sound like an absolute total nightmare. Obviously Katsuki was going to be there, but what if his feelings for Deku just, never go away?

In the weeks leading up to wedding, or even on the day of the wedding,

Or after the wedding…

Or forever.

Fuck, why do relationships have to be so complicated.

"That would be really bad, wouldn't it."

"Wait, Katsuki, do you even know if he's… y'know… gay?"

Fuck. That question drained him every time he thought about it. It felt even worse hearing someone else pose it to him.

"No, I don't! And that's the worst part. Every fucking time I think about the possibility of being something with him, the thought just comes creeping back that I don't even know if he's gay, or…"

"Or what?" Kirishima asked, narrowing his eyes.

"If he even likes gay people!" Katsuki exclaimed.

"Come on, bro. There's no way Izuku's homophobic."

"Whatever. I don't want to think about it.."

There was a pregnant pause lingering in the air.

Kirishima opened his mouth, hesitantly. "Um, Bakugou, I'm like, really sorry you've had to go through this for so lo—"

He was interrupted by Katsuki's fork hitting the table so hard, it might've sent a shockwave throughout the entirety of the small diner they were in.

"Okay, Kirishima. I need you to promise me something," Katsuki roared, followed by Kirishima nodding nervously. "You're going to promise me that you'll never bring this up to me again, and that won't tell a single fucking soul that I told you this. Okay? Not. One. Person. Cause if you do, I'll beat your ass all the way to next Christmas."

"Geez, i'm not that clumsy. Your secret's safe with me."

"Good," he said, shoving another bite of egg into his mouth.

꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧

Supercut - Lorde

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Himiko and Ochako were situated outside of a wedding gown shop, with a huge fancy sign reading out "THE 'I DO' SPOT" plastered in big, bold, fancy handwriting.

"This one looks nice," Ochako said. "Let's check it out!"

The pair walked into the shop and were immediately met to twinkling fairy lights, beautiful, bouffant wedding gowns, and workers in black and white dress shirts.

"Damn, you would look so beautiful in all of these," Himiko said, looking at the gowns.

"Oh my god, stop." Ochako said, being sarcastically humble.

"No, really. Izuku's going to be…" Himiko paused. "So lucky."

Himiko and Ochako have been friends for about a month-and-a-half now, and they'd already gotten so close. Ochako liked having a best friend she could count on. She had Mina, but they only really spoke every so often due to being so busy with work, and of course she had Izuku, but.. Now that she thinks about it, he's barely stopped to chat due to doing more wedding planning as soon as he got home from work.

"Are you ladies doing alright?" came from a sweet middle-aged lady sitting at the front desk.

"Oh, yeah," Ochako replied. "We'd just like to book am appointment for wedding dress fitting. What slots do you have open?"

"I'll check that for you right now," the lady said.

She pressed a few buttons on her computer, scanned whatever information came up, and then looked back up.

"Lucky you! Someone cancelled their appointment for today this morning. I can have you fill that slot in right now, if you'd like."

Ochako turned to Himiko. "You got time?"

"Yeah, i'm good on time." Himiko responded

Ochako turned back to the worker. "Yeah, that'll work.

"Alright, what's your name?"

"Ochako Uraraka," she said.

"Alright, and is she the…"

Himiko chuckled from behind Ochako, ending with a sly grin.

Something in Ochako's stomach fluttered when the worker said that. She was so excited for the wedding, wasn't she!

Her voice quickened. "Oh, no! She's just a work friend."

Ochako didn't notice, but Himiko's face slightly faltered at the sound of her words.

"Oh, okay." The lady continued typing. "Well, if you just sit in the corner over there, someone else will give you a hand.

"Okay, thank you!"

Ochako and Himiko sat and waited for about 5 minutes when another lady walked up. This one was slightly older, and blonde.

"Hi ladies! Excited for the big day?" she said.

"Yes! so, so, excited!" Ochako replied, gleefully.

"So what are we thinking for the dress? do we want mermaid, princess, what do you think?"

"Definitely a mermaid, I just love the way they look," Ochako said.

"That would be so perfect!" Himiko said, right next to her. "It would hug your curves so well!" she said, sarcastically, while poking her stomach.

The woozy butterflies continued when Himiko did that.

What the hell? Ochako thought, It's probably just nothing. Nerves, right?

"Well, we have a number of options for mermaid wedding dresses, we have lacier ones, more satin ones, what suits you?" The worker said.

"Ooh, lace!" Himiko said excitedly.

"Yeah, lace would be nice."

"Alright, well, we've got many lace options," She walked over to a rack of white mermaid gowns. "This one is our most popular, customers compliment it due to it staying very beautiful whilst also being comfortable."

"That one's beautiful…" Himiko said in disbelief.

"Yes, yes," the worker said. "And if you direct your eyes back here, there are pink accented flowers."

"That would match Izuku's tie! Ochako, you like, have to get this one."

"I'd love to try it on," Ochako said.

"Alright, what's your size?"

"Extra small, obvi!" Himiko said, giggling.

Ochako giggled, while blushing. "I'll try a small, and a medium."

Ochako felt absolutely stunning in the small.

The pink accent complimented her rosy cheeks, the shape complimented her figure, it was the one.

"Oh my god, Ochako, it's goregous." said Himiko, eyes bulged out.

"You really think so?" she said.

"Oh, absolutely. Come on, you have to get it!"

Ochako turned to the worker. "How much is this one?"

"That would be $1,056.67, with tax."

Ochako looked back over at Himiko, who was nodding, still with those same, beautiful, gouging…

…She was nodding.

"Alright, let's do it!"

"Yay!" Himiko yelled out, hugging her.

𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹

lacy - Olivia Rodrigo

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 2:57

"So what exactly are we doing today?" Katsuki asked, walking the streets downtown.

"We're shopping for the wedding cake!" Izuku said, throwing his hands up excitedly. "This is my favorite part. I remember going to all of my relatives' weddings and just stopping to stare at the intricate beauty of the cake… Until it got cut into, of course.."

He turned over to Ochako, who was smiling, deep into a text conversation.

"Who'ya texting?" he asked.

"Oh, just Himiko. She's asking me what we're up to!" she said.

"Who's Himiko?" Katsuki asked.

Ochako ignored his question as she giggled at whatever this mystery girl had to say.

"Um, Round Cheeks? I just asked you a question."

"Oh, what? Sorry…" She said, turning her phone off. "What is it that you said?

"Who the fuck is Himiko?"

"Oh! She's just my… Work friend."

Weird way to say that, but whatever, he thought.

"Oh, okay, cool," he pulled out his phone to check the time.

Shit, 6:08, he thought.

"Uh, guys, I gotta run. I got drinks with Shitty Hair and all our friends at 6:30."

"Oh, okay! We'll miss you!" Izuku said, giving Katsuki a hug.

Katsuki wanted to say "I'll miss you too," but alas, he didn't.

"Bye Deku, bye Round Cheeks."

༊࿐ ͎. ｡˚ ° ⊹ ˚.

Bad at Love - Halsey

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 3:01

"Bakubro! What's up!" Kirishima yelled from the other side of the bar.

"Gonna be your face when I uppercut you if you don't quit it with that nickname," Katsuki barked.

"Damn, comin' in hot!" he chuckled.

"Hey, bro!" Kaminari said.

"Hey, Dunce Face."

"Bakugou!" Mina said, way too fucking loud and cheery for Katsuki right now.

"Can I just order a couple 'a shots now?" Katsuki requested, but it was more like an order.

About two hours had passed and Katsuki was still only a little tipsy.

"I came here to get drunk, are they diluting my shit?" he mumbled to himself.

Shitty Hair, on the other hand, was shit-faced as fuck, no pun intended.

Katsuki walked up to him, who was drunkenly talking at Kaminari and Mina, rather than to them.

"Damn Shitty Hair, you've really got the hots for that damn Bud Light."

"Shut the fuck up," Kirishima slurred. "You've got the hots for Midoriya, so I wouldn't even be ta… Oh shit."

What the fuck did he just say.

"What the fuck did he just say?!" Kaminari said, shocked.

"Hots for Midoriya?!? Oh my god!" Mina exclaimed.

Katsuki was seeing red. He wanted to punch Shitty Hair in his stupid, drunken-ass face so badly. But instead, he just left.

Katsuki bolted to the door, not caring whoever the fuck he bumped into.

It took a lot to make Katsuki cry, but the longer he thought about what had just happened, he was getting so, so close.

All of his friends know about his crush now. What if they tell more people?

What if word gets all the way to Deku himself?

In an extremely rare occurrence, Katsuki had no idea what the fuck he was supposed to do.

Chapter Text

Complicated - Avril Lavigne

▶︎•၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 4:05

Sun, 12:34 PM

Kirishima:
Bakugouuuuu

Kirishima:
Come on, talk to me!

Kirishima:
I'm sorry for accidentally outing your crushhh

Bakugou:

holy shit you're bad at this.

Kirishima:
I'm sorry dude. I was drunk as hell, and I just wanted a laugh, and… It all just feels so shitty.

Bakugou:

yeah, no kidding.

Kirishima:

If it makes you feel any better, the guys are more than supportive of you, and don't judge you at all. They're actually kind of excited about the whole thing!

Bakugou:

is that supposed to FUCKING make me feel better.

Kirishima:

Well, what am I supposed to do to make you feel better about it?

Bakugou:

dude, there's nothing you CAN do. do you know how nervous i've been to check my phone or go outside in fear of seeing anyone i know and them knowing about it? or even worse, deku finding out about it.

Kirishima:

Oh, man. I didn't even think about it like that. I'm sorry.

Bakugou:

sorry isn't gonna cut it.

Kirishima:

What is?

Bakugou is typing…

Bakugou is deleting…

Bakugou:

i don't know.

God, this was a true waking nightmare.

It had been a week since the freak incident at the bar happened with Kirishima.

Katsuki hesitated opening every text from Deku, in fear of it being something along the lines of "I know your secret." Or even worse, "never speak to me or my wife ever again." Thankfully, that hasn't happened yet.

God why are relationships so fuuuucking complicated?

All Katsuki wanted to do in that moment was to get something to eat. So, he went to the local hotpot place 'round his block.

Katsuki gets the same thing every time. Maple tofu, with rice noodles, boiled egg, & bok choy.

It was usually somewhere around $20-28, depending on however generous he was feeling.

But god damn, the worker must've known he was going through it, cause his total came to $36.48.

That's just making me feel amazing right now, he thought.

Katsuki began eating his hotpot, munching dreadfully on each bite. At least something was making him feel better.

Ding, came the sound coming out of his phone.

Sun, 1:13 PM

Deku:

Hey, Kacchan! Me and Ochako have something epic to show you :D! We just decided on the wedding cake and I think there's something about it you're really gonna like. Call me if you're on your way!

Katsuki thought long and hard about what to say.

The wedding was in about eight months. A big chunk of the planning had been finished. Deku sent him all the info, all the time, everyday. Sometimes Katsuki would wonder if Deku ever texted anyone else.

Fuck does he mean 'something about it I'm really gonna like'?, he thought, puzzled.

Whatever. Maybe he was being irrational, avoiding hanging out with people. Maybe being around Deku would do some real good for him.

He called Deku back.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁༉‧₊˚.

we can't be friends (wait for your love) - Ariana Grande

▶︎•၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 3:49

"Kacchan, you're here!" Deku exclaimed. "You're gonna freak out when you see the cake mockup."

"If it's a fucking All-Might cake, i'm gonna laugh so hard at you," said Katsuki, ruffling Deku's curls.

"It's not an All-Might cake, although I was tempted."

Katsuki chuckled.

"No, he's not joking," Ochako said, looking up from her phone.

"Oh, I know."

A young man wearing a chef hat and a baker's apron walked out behind the counter.
"Okay, the mockup should be all set. Hey, who's that guy behind you?" he asked, even though Katsuki didn't know why the dude cared.

"Oh, this is Kacchan. He's a good friend of ours."

"Hey." Katsuki said, nonchalantly.

Good friend, he thought. Still doesn't get any easier.

"Kacchan… That's like, on your birth certificate?"

"Nah, just a nickname."

"Oh, okay. Well, the cake totals to $579.99," the worker said. "Cash or card?"

"We'll be paying with card, please." Ochako said, very kindly.

"Alright, and here's the mockup our cake artist made for you," he continued, handing them a large sheet of cardstock paper, whilst Ochako put her card info into the machine.

Deku nicely grabbed the paper from the worker and stared at it in disbelief.
"It's perfect…"

For some reason, Ochako didn't seem all that interested in the cake. But, Katsuki didn't really care. He just wanted to see the damn thing.

"Alright, now let me see it, nerd." Katsuki said, grabbing the paper from Deku.
Katsuki froze in shock when he saw what was drawn on the cardstock.

It was a 5-tier white cake, with orange fire king liliums, Katsuki's favourite flower, in a spiral down to the bottom of the cake.

"Orange… fire kings?"

"Yup, specifically in honor of you," Ochako said, smiling, putting her card away. "Izuku thought this would be the perfect way to thank you for how helpful you've been with planning the wedding."

"Kacchan, do you like it..?" Deku asked.

Katsuki didn't know what to say. He didn't know why Deku was doing this. Pulling at his heartstrings so fucking easily. It wasn't fair to him. It wasn't fair to Ochako. It wasn't fair to Deku. He wanted to kiss the boy so fucking badly in that moment. But he wasn't allowed to. Not now, not ever. Holy shit, if Deku knew what he was doing to Katsuki.

"I… I love it," Katsuki muttered. "Thank you."

But he was lying. Katsuki knew he was lying. He hated every second of it. He hated that Deku was so good at doing these romantic things to him that he just passed off as "what friends do". But no, friends don't do this. Friends don't plaster their 'friend''s favorite flower all over their own fucking wedding cake. Friends don't get excited over showing that kind of shit to people. Friends don't do that shit to people, period!

He hates to say it again, but why, the fuck, does Deku keep doing this to him.

"Um, yeah, I appreciate it a lot. Uh, but I have to go."

"Go where?"

"I have… Um, plans… At a place… At 2:00."

"Oh, okay. Um, bye Kacchan!"
"Bye, Deku…"

…I love you.

꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧

Boy Problems - Carly Rae Jepsen

▶︎•၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 3:42

Ring…

Ring…

"Bakugou? Why are you calling me?" said Kirishima, from the other line of the phone.

Katsuki cleared his throat. "Forget literally anything else that has happened in the last month, I need to talk to somebody. Now. I don't give a fuck what you're doing right now, haul ass to the ramen place by the diner by 2:00."

"Um, okay..!"

"Wait, so what happened?" Kirishima asked, on the edge of his seat, digging his face into his ramen.

"He put fire kings on his wedding cake," Katsuki responded, taking a bite out of a boiled egg.

"That's it?"

"What do you mean, 'that's it'? That's fucking huge!"

Kirishima looked at Katsuki like he was an idiot. "What even are fire kings?"

"My favourite flower, dumbass!"

"Oh, geez. Yeah, that's major."

"It just feels weird, cause, friends don't do that. I get birthday cards and shit like that, but the wedding cake for a wedding that isn't even mine? That's fucking insane. I didn't even know he remembered my favorite flower!"

"I don't know, bro. Midoriya's always been super friendly like that."

"That's really fucking overkill, even for him."

Kirishima looked at Katsuki, trying to decode his thoughts.

"If Midoriya did have it for you, he'd call off the engagement. He's not the cheating type, and you know it. I think you're overthinking things out of…"

"Out of what?" Katsuki barked.

"…Jealousy."

Kirishima looked at Katsuki like this was some big epiphany he was supposed to have.

But Katsuki knew he was jealous. Extremely fucking jealous, which is strange because it's very rare for him to feel that way. But how else is he supposed to feel about this situation?

"No shit, dude. Did you think that was some big relevation for me? I'm jealous as fuck."

"Oh. Well… Are you ever going to overcome that jealousy? Or at least, try?"

God, ever since the engagment, Katsuki has hated thinking about the future.

The future was difficult. Having to go to Deku's wedding, and watch as Round Cheeks gives him a sparkly good-for-nothing ring, while Katsuki just has to sit and watch.

"I… I don't fuckin' know. And to be honest, I don't really want to. If it's out of my sight, it's out of my goddamn mind."

"Don't you think that's a bit of an… Unhealthy way of looking at it?" Kirishima asked, concerningly.

"Don't know, don't care. It's making me feel whoopdee-fuckin'-doo right now, so i'm fine keeping it that way."

Kirishima stared at Katsuki for what felt like forever. Katsuki wasn't really bothered by it, but Kirishima did kind of seem like he was almost upset by the way Katsuki was handling this.

"Dude, what the fuck is that look for." Katsuki hissed.

"I'm just worried about you, bro. I care about you a lot, and your situation just seems difficult." Kirishima said, sincerely.

"If I needed your help, I'd ask for it."
"But I can tell you're damaging yourself by just ignoring it."

"And how the fuck do you think you're gonna help me out? Are you gonna pass him in a note in the fucking hallways? We're not in 6th grade, Shitty Hair! There's nothing I can fucking do but loathe in the fact i'm helping out with Deku's wedding, and i'm not the groom."

"Okay bro, i'm sorry. Sorry for trying to be helpful."

"Don't fucking guilt trip me."

"I'm not!"

"Whatever."

There was a pregnant pause in the air.

"So… Uh, are we like, good now?"

"Shut the fuck up."

˗ˏˋ★‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

Somebody That I Used to Know - Gotye, Kimbra

▶︎•၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 4:04

Katsuki blinked, and before he knew it, it had been six months since the engagement, and two or three to the wedding.

The last few months had been so nice, they were bound to fly in the snap of a finger.

Sometimes it would be tough, though. Forcing yourself to be the 'best friend' of your reaching 13-year-long infatuation for somebody, it wasn't easy. But Katsuki was a good liar, and it had gotten so normal, he almost didn't have to lie to pretend it was all just casual friendship.

Almost everything he was doing was associated with Deku by now, whether it be something significant, like buying Katsuki's suit, or something small, like getting or cooking dinner together close to every day. The latter, though, would usually consist of Katsuki screaming at Deku to "get out of his damn way", whilst Deku would desperately try to cut the vegetables as far away from Katsuki as he humanly could.

Or when they had that heart to heart over their eight-hour facetime call. That was (guiltily,) one of Katsuki's favourites…

…Not for any specific reason, obviously.

"Kacchan, do you ever wish you could stop things from drifting?" Deku asked, with a sort of faltering to his voice.

All the time, every day, especially with you, Katsuki thought.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I don't know, it's just… Sometimes I feel like Ochako and I are drifting from eachother."

Katsuki's ears perked up.

"How..?"

"It's just that, I don't know. She and Himiko started booking night shifts so they had their mornings free to plan the wedding a bit more. But the thing is, they've finished planning for the wedding, but haven't changed back to day shifts. And my days are always busy, cause, you know, I'm a teacher. So, we have, say, an hour before she leaves for work, and then I'm alone. And then I call you out of boredom."

That last part put butterflies in Katsuki's stomach.

See, Katsuki would never admit it, but he was kind of getting hopeful at the idea of Deku and Round Face distancing. Them distancing, meant more time with Deku. And more time with Deku, meant more time for Katsuki to swoop in and-

Be a total fucking asshole. God, Katsuki, use your head.

"So you think that because you aren't talking as much as you used to, connecting as much as you used to, for the past couple of years prior, that you two are losing interest?"

"Exactly! And it feels dumb because, we're getting married, and everything's going to be perfect, but sometimes I wonder if she might be slipping away from me."

Katsuki had two choices in this situation. He could either make the attempt to totally sabotage their marriage, and just nod his head, or he could give Deku real, human advice.

Parts of Katsuki wanted to give in to the manipulation so, so, badly, but he knew in his heart of hearts that what would be best for Deku would be honesty.

"Deku, have you ever heard of this thing called 'the honeymoon phase'?" Katsuki asked.

"Vaguely, but I don't completely understand it," Deku responded.

"It's this thing where the first year or so of your relationship is just so goddamn perfect, you don't think anything could ever possibly go bad. But, when you get comfortable with the person, the 'honeymoon phase' starts to slowly fade away, and your relationship becomes more comfortable, and normal; kind of like if you were to get, I don't fuckin' know—a new All-Might poster. And for the first few weeks of it being on your wall, it's your favourite poster on it. But, over time, it slowly just fades into the rest of your wall and becomes just another picture of the same superhero."

Damn, Katsuki was shockingly good at all of this.

He kind of hated having to give such useful relationship advice to Deku. The selfish parts of him felt like Round Face didn't deserve the help Katsuki would give Deku. But, maybe it was for the better. Just for Katsuki to stay watching from the sidelines, as she gets everything he ever fucking wanted.

"Oh, okay. So what you're saying is that me and Ochako are just getting more used to eachother and feel the need to make every moment special?" Deku questioned, with that same cute look on his face he'd have whenever he was trying to understand something.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Oh no, but what if that means we got engaged too soon? What if she knew that too but just said yes cause she felt bad?"

"Woah, woah, woah. I doubt she'd be this excited if she was just doing it to make you happy. This is marriage we're talking about," Katsuki reasoned.

"But Kacchan, I…"
A pregnant pause.

"…I don't know if she is excited."

Wait, what?

"What do you mean, not excited? This is her own damn wedding."

"I don't know, she just seems disinterested sometimes. Constantly talking to Himiko on the phone when I'm trying to talk to her before she leaves for work. But hey, like you said, that's just… the 'honeymoon phase'?"

Katsuki wanted to say that that wasn't fucking normal, but he refrained, cause that could factor in.

"It could, I wouldn't worry too hard. You guys got this."

"Oh, okay. Um, thank you, Kacchan. You're a great friend."

Fucking wonderful. 'Great friend.'

"Yeah, you too, Deku."

Okay, but enough about memories. Katsuki has dinner with Deku, for like, the fourth time this week. Strange thing is though, it's on a weekend. Deku usually eats with Round Face on weekends, but hey, he wasn't one to pass up more time with the boy.

Something about that also made him think this dinner is going to be more significant, due to the fact that it's at a slightly pricier place than usual.

︵︵﹆ . ⁺ . ✦ ﹒₊˚𓂃 ★﹒₊‧

Cut to the Feeling - Carly Rae Jepsen

▶︎•၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 3:27

Katsuki walked into the nice restaurant, wearing nothing but a simple hoodie and sweat shorts.

The restaurant was chic, very high end, and served their drinks in… Wine glasses.

"Table for one?" The man behind the front desk asked.

"Uh, my… Friend should already have been seating

"Hi, Kacchan!" Deku yelled from around the corner of the front desk, with that same charming, gleeful look on his face.

"Hey, Deku." Katsuki replied, with a genuine happy grin on his face.

Deku always lit up whatever room he was in, and it especially had an effect on Katsuki.

"Is that your table?" The man asked.

"Should be."

"Alright, someone should be with you shortly."

Katsuki nodded and headed to the table.

About 5 minutes later, a waitress in a nice uniform walked up to the duo with a notepad.

"What will everyone be ordering tonight?" She asked.

"Just a ribeye, medium rare, side of fries, and a coke," Katsuki said.

"Ribeye, medium rare, coke…" she repeated.

"Um, chicken strips and fries please… With a Sprite."

"Strips and a sprite…"

Katsuki chuckled.

"Hey! It's simple!" Deku exclaimed.
"Woah, now. I'm not judging. Oldie but a goodie."

"Is that it for you two?" She asked, directing the two to look at her.

"Yeah, should be it," Katsuki replied.
"Yup!"

"Alright, that should be ready in a few."

The food arrived fresh and hot in about 20 minutes.

"Ribeye and a coke for you," she directed her eyes to Katsuki as she handed him the plate and drink.

"And the strips and sprite for you." She handed the plate and drink to Deku.

"Thank you!" The boys said in almost direct unison.

"So, why such a fancy restauraunt?" The blonde asked, taking a bite of his ribeye.

"Well, I have an important question to ask you tonight," Deku replied.

"And that would be…?"

"Well, Kacchan, I've been thinking about our relationship, and us, and I really like you, Kacchan. You've been so great helping out with the wedding. And so, I thought, the cake was one thing, but I need to take it a step further, just for you."

Katsuki was at the edge of his goddamn seat, brows furrowed, in an intrigued manner.

"Katsuki, I would really, truly love it if you stood by me at the wedding,"

Katsuki's eyes dilated.

Was this finally it?

Finally Katsuki's chance to swoop in and-

"As my best man."

Oh.

Was Deku just naturally that fucking flirty?

All that hype just to ask Katsuki to be the best man.

Obviously it would be an absolute honor, but still. All that buildup for that?

Katsuki really delusionally thought that in some perfect world, Deku would ask him to get eloped out of nowhere, and start a life somewhere far away and…

God, Katsuki, what the fuck?

"Um, earth to Kacchan…?"

"Huh, what? Oh, sorry. Yes. Yes please. It would be an honor."

"Yes! Oh my god, you're going to be perfect!"

Deku looked like a kid in a candy store with how excited he got.

And Katsuki was excited too, but some parts of him dreaded the fact he had to write a best man speech at the wedding.

The wedding that wasn't his.

The wedding that's supposed to be his.

Not Ochako "Round Face" Indifferent-Ass Uraraka's wedding.

God, this really wasn't fair, was it?

It feels like Katsuki's doing everything at this fucking wedding except watch Deku walk down the aisle.

Like Round Face was just there to swoop in at the last minute to be the person to be the newly wed, when Katsuki was the one actually caring enough to walk Deku through the process of the damn thing.

I mean, who the fuck does she think she is?

At this point, Katsuki just straight up completely hated her. Before, he was jealous, but could see through that and appreciate Pink Cheeks, but now, there was no way Katsuki could ever look at her the same ever again. Having the opportunity to be with someone like Deku, just to completely not give a shit when the time comes that they get married.

But, who knows what the future will hold.

Chapter Text

Self Inflicted - Katy Perry

▶︎•၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 3:25

Katsuki's having a sleepover with Deku today.

Maybe they were too old for sleepovers, maybe some people are just boring and don't know how to have fun in their late 20s.

Either way, that wasn't going to stop the day, the night, and the day after from being awesome.

Deku texted him that he was leaving, say, 15 minutes ago, and he was so weirdly excited.

Katsuki was used to being 'chill' about things, never really getting all that excited about something unless it really mattered.

But, when the topic was Deku, some sort of spirit would enchant him, and make him care too much about everything.

He did find it kind of weird that Deku was coming over so early, considering that he had just gotten off work, say, an hour ago, and he was already on his way. But who the fuck cares, time with Deku is undefeated.

Ding, came the sound from coming from his phone.

Sat, 4:13 PM:

Deku:

Hi, Kacchan! I'll be there in 5 minutes. Can't wait!

It made Katsuki so happy that Deku was finally back in his life for good. They had spent so long away from eachother, so long focused on themselves. It almost felt like it was a break they needed.

Like maybe, Katsuki was finally ready to get over it.

…

Oh, who the fuck was he kidding. Katsuki was still so crazy for the damn nerd, he could barely think.

Maybe that meant Katsuki was doing it to himself, but hey, he didn't mind the wounds being self-inflicted if it meant making all his best moments with him.

Oh, right. Texting Deku back.

Katsuki:

sweet. see ya there, deku.

"Kacchan!" Deku exclaimed with glee at the sight of the boy.

Katsuki grinned back. "Hey, nerd."

"I'm so excited for tonight, It feels like high school all over again!"

Ah, high school. Some of Katsuki's best times with Deku, well, er… Used-to-be-best times with Deku happened then.

(The actual best times were the times he's been living with right now.)

"Yeah, it really does."

"Okay, so I brought chips, cookies, some Capri-Suns, and two DVDs."

"What movies did'ya bring?"

"Spider-Man, and of course, our favorite, All-Might 2: You Too Can Be a Hero!"

"Damn, again? You've like basically memorised it by now."
"What can I say? I'm a sucker for action."

"That's what she said," Katsuki joked.

"Oh my god, Kacchan!"

They ran up to Katsuki's room to hangout for a bit, but mostly because Deku wanted to see his room.

The duo walked in, and Deku's eyes immediately dilated.

"Oh my god, Kacchan, your room is awesome!" He exclaimed.

And he was right. Katsuki's room is pretty awesome.

Posters lined the wall, with the occasional old record hung up next to it.

There was a flat-screen TV up against the wall with a CD/DVD player, two stereo speakers, a subwoofer, and a few video consoles hooked up to it that he saved up for first year of college. On the TV stand, there were various stacks of CDs, DVDs, and remotes.

Katsuki's had a knack for physical media, it was one of his favorite things to collect. And in this day and age, it was fairly affordable. Perfect for him.

"Thank you," he said nonchalantly.

"God, if only Ochako let me decorate our house like this."

Right, Round Face.

Katsuki had been wondering about her since the conversation they had over dinner earlier that week.

He really wanted to ask about it, but didn't know if it was a touchy subject. Probably not, right? The pair were inseperable, and they go to eachother about anything.

So might as well ask while the topic is in the air.

"Speaking of, have things with you and Round Face gotten any better?" Katsuki asked, sitting on his bed.

"No, not at all. She's started doing day shifts again, and we eat dinner together more often now, but it still feels like something's wrong. Like we don't even know eachother anymore," Deku responded, looking at all the things Katsuki had decorated his room with.

There were various posters hung up on the wall, some being Katsuki's favorite artists, favorite TV shows, and an All-Might poster that Deku was especially enamored with.

(Katsuki would never admit it; but he's an even bigger fan of All-Might than Deku, he just prefers to keep it on the down-low.)

"Damn, how is that going to affect the wedding?"

"I don't know, Kacchan. The thought of the wedding really scares me."

"Why does it scare you?"

"Because I can look at her and tell that it's not something she wants. It scares me that I'm going to be stuck in a marriage that I'm unhappy with, that she's unhappy with, for the rest of my life."

Shit, it felt weird seeing Deku so hopeless.

Deku, since childhood, always kept a smile on his face throughout many hardships. Whether it be if he fell on his knee and got a bruise when he was 6, or if a loved one passed away. He'd always be the one that kept himself together.

But Deku now, he just looked defeated.

"Damn, Deku, I… I really didn't know you were going through all of this. I'm sorry."

"Thank you. It's been so frustrating trying to communicate how I feel with her, cause, we've been feeling more like roomates if anything. She's always, and I mean always with Himiko. I've only ever been around her, like, three times."

Right, that Himiko girl. Whenever Pink Cheeks was in the conversation, it seemed she was too.

That stuck out to Katsuki. Barely interacting with your own husband to prioritize your work friend? It felt almost…

Too perfect. Like there was something going on behind the scenes.

Something like…

Like…

Infidelity?

Maybe Katsuki was jumping to conclusions, but everything just seemed too perfect.

"Uh, Deku, do you ever think of the possibility that…"
"That what..?" Deku responded.

It felt so difficult trying to say this to Deku. What if he got defensive? What if he hated Katsuki forever for this? What if he-

Oh my god, Katsuki, what if you're just overthinking this.

"…That she's cheating on you."

Deku's eyes widened.

Katsuki's thoughts quickened. Fuck, Katsuki! This is it. This is how you've ruined your relationship with Deku for-fucking-ever. You're such a goddamn idio-

His negative-thought train was paused by Deku.

"No, no, no. There's no way! She couldn't. She wouldn't… I think?" Deku's voice faltered at the last words he spoke.

"Look, I'm not saying it's for certain," Katsuki spoke, "But it all just seems too elaborate. Like she's distancing herself cause she's… Found someone else?"

Deku looked at Katsuki with that shocked, dead eyed look for what felt like forever. There were so many words Katsuki could describe the look with;

Hurt.

Pain.

Betrayal.

Desperation.

Oh my god, has my fiancee been cheating on me for the last-

Deku's eyes welled up as he desperately clung to Katsuki.

Katsuki sat there in shock for a few moments before returning the hug to Deku.

By this point, Deku was full-on sobbing in Katsuki's arms, as he held him together.

"I just… I don't know what to believe anymore," he said through his tears.

"Sometimes…" Deku mumbled.

"What was that?" Katsuki asked tenderly.

"Sometimes I wish that I could see things the way she does."

California King Bed - Rihanna

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Ochako woke up late, at around 4pm on a Sunday in a king-sized bed alone, the sun peeking through the blinds on her windows, after spending the night before getting drinks with Himiko.

She made her way downstairs to fix something simple for herself.

She looked around for something to eat, and then decided on a cream cheese bagel.

She had pretty much the entire day prior to herself; save the dinner with Himiko, her beloved, sweet… Best friend.

Or at least that's what she thought.

Lately, her feelings about Izuku and Himiko have been so, so conflicted.

She'd been so preoccupied with her relationship with Himiko that she barely made time for Izuku.

And, if she were to tell you the complete truth…

She almost didn't want to.

There was a sense of uncertainty in the air whenever Izuku would consume her thoughts. The feeling that maybe everything happened too soon, and that they were making a mistake.

But, there was no going back.

The two of them were so commited to the wedding that they spent every penny they could on it. The two couldn't afford to just cancel it all, especially considering a lot of the people they hired were non-refundable.

So they were just kind of stuck.

Stuck in lingo of a relationship that was stuck together by duct tape, just trying to get by.

The only question Ochako could ask herself, was "what's next?"

But nobody really knew.

Neither of them knew, and they were just ignoring it.

So who was she to blame for finding somebody to actually kill time with, without feeling a constant anxiety following her around?

For once in her life, she's found someone she could genuinely be happy with standing beside her.

It's not like she was cheating…

Right?

Her train of thought was interrupted by the fiddling of keys and the front door opening.

"Oh, Hi, Izuku." she said, not looking up from her half-eaten bagel.

It was only when she heard sniffles coming from him as he walked up the stairs, backpack and duffle bag in hand, that she looked up.

"Izuku? Is everything okay?"

He ignored her.

Ochako left her bagel behind, following him up the stairs, into the bedroom.

"Izuku, come on, talk to me. I'm right here," she said.

Still ignored.

Ochako was starting to get seriously confused by whatever signals Izuku was sending.

She reached out to grab Izuku's arm.

"Izuku, please—"

"Who is Himiko to you?" Izuku demanded.

"What?" she responded.

"Who is Himiko to you." He repeated, even more firm and demanding than the first time.

"J.. Just a work friend, why?"

"There's no way you're ignoring your husband over a work friend, Ochako. I'm not stupid."

"What's it to you?" She asked.

"What happened to us?" He barked. "What happened to the irrisistability? How you used to love me, how everything was just so perfect."

Ochako looked at him with narrowed eyes. "We're different people now, Izuku."

"Different people? Yeah, sure. You just completely go 360 and turn a brand new leaf when this girl comes into the picture. Shit, Ochako, I can't keep doing this."

Ochako stammered. "We don't have a choice."

"Clearly you do, considering the way you automatically choose her over me!"

The tears welling up in the pair's eyes were growing stronger and stronger.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Is it not obvious? Ochako, are you cheating on me with Himiko?"

Oh, that struck a nerve in her.

"Are… Are you serious?"

"Dead serious."

"Why would I cheat on you with her?"
"Why are you putting her over me every single time you can?"

"I'm not… I'm not trying to hurt you, Izuku."

"You're not answering my question," he fought through his tears.

"I… I can't fucking do this. You believe what you want, Izuku. I'm done here."

Izuku stared at Ochako, tears streaming down his face.

Ochako stormed out of the room, grabbing her car keys, and leaving.

She needed to go somewhere, anywhere but around Izuku.
Seriously, cheating on him?

Why would she cheat on him three days before the wedding?

Oh yeah, the wedding's in three days, by the way.

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Good Luck, Babe! - Chappell Roan

▶︎•၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 3:38

Ochako drove around the city for about an hour in silence, trying to proccess her thoughts. But every time she tried, it would just make her angrier and angrier.

Tears were still uncontrollably streaming down her face, not ready to let go.

She finally decided to turn on the radio, to see if maybe tuning the thoughts out would help, and the bridge to the song "Good Luck, Babe!" by Chappell Roan starting playing in her car speakers.

She sat in silence as she listened to the lyrics.

And when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night,
With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife.
And when you think about me all of those years ago,
You're standing face-to-face with "I told you so."

Ochako thought long and hard about her life with Izuku for the past two years.

How great it was, the butterflies, the kisses, the way they could just talk for hours.

And then she thought about how easy it was for her to move into a chamber of stress, anxiety, and fear of her own happiness.

And it made her question, did she really love Izuku in the first place?

How was it so easy for her to lie to herself for so long?

And finally, was she really in love with Himiko.

She needed the answer to that last question so badly.

Ochako pulled into the driveway of Himiko's house at 6:00.

She pulled out the spare key to the house, (that she had for no reason whatsoever! ) opened the door, and immediately cried into Himiko's arms, while she was sitting on the couch watching TV.

Himiko immediately paused what she was watching."Oh my god, Ochako! What's wrong."
She tried to push words through her tears. "It's Izuku… He… I don't think he trusts me."

"What makes you think that?" She asked, warm and tenderly.

"I don't know, he just… We just… We're not the same anymore."

Himiko looked at Ochako, trying to understand the severity of what was going on.

Eventually, she grabbed a hold of the situation.

"Ochako, look at me."

She immediately met gaze with Himiko's beautiful, golden eyes.

"It's okay to not align yourself with him anymore. You two have significantly changed from the first day I met you guys last year, and it is not your fault that you feel unsatisfied right now. And even if you…"

Ochako barely paid attention to what Himiko was saying, she just couldn't stop looking into that pair of eyes she had.

And the way her face looked, it was like she was the prettiest girl she had ever met.

"Himiko, does anyone ever tell you how… Beautiful you always look?"
Himiko smirked. "Really, thank you, Ochako. It means a lot. But, anyways—"

"No, no, really. The way you look right now, you just look, so…. Irresistible," she slurred.

Himiko blushed at the sound of Ochako's words, as the two of them made true eye contact.

Izuku wants to see cheating, I'll show him cheating, she thought.

And the last thing she thought before reaching in to kiss Himiko, was Fuck you, Izuku.

Say No to This - Hamilton

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As soon as her lips touched Himiko's, she felt a sense of peace come over her. Like a hole inside of her had just been filled, that she didn't even know it was there.

(Or, it had been there for so long, she began to forget it was put there in the first place.)

She put her two hands onto Himiko's face as she desperately reached in for more, whilst the blonde vigorously grabbed onto her waist—as if she was trying to take her away from reality, into a fantasy where only the two of them ever existed.

"Himiko…" She groaned, trying so hard to pull back, but some sort of spiritual force had taken over her, and she just couldn't let go.

Himiko pushed her backwards into the couch, placing a hand on her thigh.

"Wait—"

"Shh," Himiko shushed. "It's okay, you're okay."

"But what if—"

"Hey," she whispered, breathily. "Do you want this?" she asked, in a demanding, yet sincere tone. "Nobody will know, I'll make sure of it."

Ochako knew the answer to that question. Of course she wanted it. She wanted Himiko to explore every part of her body, in a way she knew Izuku couldn't. In a way that she never had to feel shame or anxiety for, in a way she never had to force. In a way she never had to consider.

Because with Himiko, everything felt so natural. She touched her like she had done it a million times before, delicately, smoothly. Somehow, she just knew every spot Ochako had a weakness for.

Ochako stared Himiko down, blushing redder than a cherry tomato.

"Yes, please."

And with a smirk, she slid a hand down Ochako's small pencil skirt, and the brunette felt a wave of euphoria wash over her.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Rumour Has It - Adele

▶︎•၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 3:43

Ochako woke up naked, cuddling on the couch with Himiko.

Her recollection of the night before was slight, but the most major memory of it was that for the first time in a while, she felt whole again.

The way Himiko made her advances, knowing every place to touch her, brought her a sense of comfort knowing there was someone that truly wanted to keep her close.

The way Izuku would make his advances in recent months felt forced, they felt like something they were only doing because 'it's what couples do'.

But the humanity in Himiko's touch was something else, something she never wanted to let go of ever again.

She didn't know how she was going to make up with Izuku, and at first, she really didn't care. All she cared about was being held by Himiko, right there on the couch.

Himiko woke up shortly after, yawning and immediately pulling Ochako in closer.

"Oh, Ochako…" she whispered.

"Mhm?" she whispered back.

"What… What are you going to do about the wedding?"

Himiko awaited a response.

"I don't… I don't know, I guess I'll just have to fake it til' I make it…?

"Are you sure…? Couldn't you just cancel it?"

"No, we're broke right now from getting carried away from the wedding so early," her voice faltering, and beginning to break. "Oh god, I'm making such a big mistake!"

Ochako began to weep.

"Hey, hey. it's okay. I'm here, and I'll be here for you throughout anything. He doesn't have to know. He won't know, and when you're doing better financially, you're welcome to stay here."

"Are you sure?" she asked through her tears, furrowing her brows in uncertainty.

"Definitely sure," Himiko continued. "This can just be our little secret."

Chapter Text

Go Your Own Way - Fleetwood Mac

▶︎•၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 3:43

Ochako got home the morning after her bewildering night with Himiko at 7 in the morning to the visual of Izuku drinking coffee at the dinner table, alone, in silence.

He didn't even flinch at the sound of Ochako's keys unlocking the door and her footsteps walking in, and for the first time since last night, Ochako felt a slight guilt inside of her.

Watching Izuku sit vulnerably, a tired look on his face, like he didn't get much sleep.

Something inside of her twisted, making her question if she'd been selfish the entire time.

She had spend the last year of her life wondering why, and now, when she finally let everything go, and set herself free, it made her realize in that moment, seeing him so hopeless…

That Izuku was still the same.

She was the person that changed, that chose to branch away from the honeymoon phase. Izuku still wanted to hold it together, but looking at him sitting there, it was clear he had given up.

Ochako would spend dinners sitting with Himiko complaining about how difficult it was to find time for him, how the wedding was possibly pushing them away rather than bringing them closer.

But when she finally had the chance to reach back out, she had gotten so used to not, that she chose to keep it that way.

And that was the hole in her heart.

Himiko hadn't filled the hole back up, she was just temporarily relief.

Because now more than ever, the hole inside of her was dark, isolated, and gaping.

She felt the need to apologize. With the wedding in two days, she had to apologize.

Ochako sat paralell to Izuku at the dining table.

"Izuku, about last night, I—"

"I'm moving in with Katsuki after the wedding."

Ochako thought she was hallucinating for a second. But the humanity in his words became to creep down her spine.

"What?" She asked, making straight eye contact with Izuku.

"After the wedding, I'm moving to Katsuki's," he repeated. "And when I'm out of the hole from all of the money we spent, we're done."

"Izuku—"

"I can't keep doing this, Ochako. You made the choice to prioritize her over me, so stand on it."

Izuku was burning a hole through Ochako from across the table.

Parts of her wanted to get angry again, accuse right back, say that 'if he could accuse her of cheating so easily, she could do the same about Katsuki.'

But Ochako knew that he was right.

She couldn't even remember the last time the couple had a genuine conversation like this.

Izuku could see right through the person she had become, and he had every right to walk away at the sight of it.

But a part of Ochako still wanted to hold on, make things right, and that part of her won.

"Wait, please—Let's at least talk about thi—"

"I tried doing that already, Ochako. But there's no going back, there's no 'working this out'. You can go your own goddamn way, you're already halfway there."

Ochako truly had no words. All she could do was stare at Izuku, dead-eyed, in disbelief.

"And whatever happens between you and Himiko, I hope you know that I wish everything comes together for the two of you," he said, cryptically.

Still, Ochako had nothing to say. That thousand-yard, defeated, depressed face Izuku was making when she had gotten home, had now been sent straight to her.

But with Ochako, it was different. Because lying underneath, there was a blanket of truth to it that wasn't quite there with Izuku.

Ochako deserved it.

Izuku hadn't been asking to be pushed away by his biggest love, but Ochako was practically begging for it with every step she took away from Izuku.

"I… I'm sorry, Izuku, please—"
"Ochako," he said, cutting through the air of the room. "It's over."

The thin, tense air froze in time for a moment.

Ochako opened her mouth to speak, to beg one last time for a do-over, for a chance to treat Izuku right, but she decided to keep it shut, and just walk away.

And with that, she grabbed her bag, and began to make her way up the stairs into her bedroom.

Before going up, she passed by the livingroom, where the couch was fixed with blankets and pillows tucked into it.

She sighed as tears pooled into her eyes, and went to her room.

The Harold Song - Kesha

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Izuku didn't want things to end this way, but what choice did he have?

He'd been knocked down by Ochako long enough since she met Himiko, and he was done.

There were enough worries in his life for him to deal with, the wedding being one, and that being association with Ochako was enough for him.

He barely even spent enough time he had doing good for himself with Katsuki, actually having a good time. He would always wonder what Ochako was doing, who she was with, and who she thought was more important than him.

The answer was probably 'everybody' at the time.

Izuku set up a makeshift bed on the couch out of some pillows and old blankets that were sitting in a closet in their basement. He didn't want to wrap himself in sheets that Ochako had previously been in.

He'd give up everything to not have to sleep alone for the next few weeks, but, once again, he just didn't have a choice.

He didn't really have a choice in anything, did he?
Sleeping alone, divorcing the girl he thought was his soulmate, getting married to her in the first place, when he knows he isn't happy about it.

Life just seemed to be really horrible lately, hadn't it.

Ring, ring, ring, came the sound of an alarm out of his pocket.

7:30, he read off the clock on his phone. Gotta get to work.

Izuku had to power through yesterday, even his students knew something was up. Looks like today's going to be no different.

˚｡𖦹☆°‧⋆

A pit would form in Katsuki's stomach whenever he tried to sit down and write his best man speech.

And now, two days before the goddamn wedding, he thought, It's finally time to try.

But as soon as Katsuki sat down infront of his computer, his notes app opened, there it was again—the weird feeling.

He wanted to speak his mind, even if that meant the possibility of hinting at the fact that Katsuki was in love with the groom.

Katsuki thought that he'd get by fine pretending that being he and Izuku were just friends, and that he didn't need to have a crush on him.

But now that he had to sit down and put his thoughts into words, goddamn was he crazy for the nerd.

He began to type out a few intros, things about Deku that he liked, but they would always end up getting too specific and gave Katsuki a nervous feeling.

God, Katsuki, think, he thought.

And so he sat there.

For three damn hours.

Still nothing typed out.

But then out of nowhere, he just started typing. His fingers were moving faster than his own thoughts, and before he knew it, he had a speech written out in 15 minutes.

Katsuki read it over, and he knew that Tuesday was going to be huge.

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the way things go - beabadoobee

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The last day before the wedding was so, so, tense.

Ochako had cried herself to sleep, Izuku barely got any, Himiko was grinning reading over her bridesmaid speech, and Katsuki only slept to relieve the anxiety of his speech.

To the average person, it would be very strange to someone how dreaded it was if they didn't know what was between the four of them.

Ochako hadn't spoken with Izuku since yesterday, barely even looking at eachother. Guilt consumed her every move, but she knew it would be too late.

She would talk to Himiko every few hours, and she always knew what to say.

"It's not your fault," "You're just figuring things out," things like that.

But Ochako couldn't help but feel like the way she went about it was so, so, wrong.

And the guilt just consumed her even more knowing she had no way to apologize.

Izuku would lay down for hours after work, thinking about the honeymoon phase, about how much he missed those times, and how he wishes it could just last forever.

That if by some blaze of hope, he could go back to the beginning of their relationship and try to fix things.

Katsuki would always tell him that those feelings are irrational, everything happened for a reason, and that 'shit' will get better with time.

He chose to let go of the infidelity suspicion he had, considering that Ochako wouldn't have this visceral of a reaction to the two of them breaking up.

At least he had that off his mind.

Himiko's plan worked perfectly.

From the moment she saw Ochako in her beautiful work uniform, she knew that had to be hers.

She never wanted to execute her newfound romantic obsession with Ochako as selfishly as she did, but it worked out anyways.

Every comment, every tender word she spoke, every time they hung out, it would leave a mark on Ochako. A mark that Izuku wasn't used to, a mark that would distance the two even farther.

And now it was the day before the wedding, and shit was really about to hit the fan.

Katsuki would pace around his room, staring at the black suit and green tie he had picked out for the wedding, then back at his computer, with the speech opened up on it.

Every step he took felt more and more like a wrong descision, but he tried to assure himself that it was all just nerves, and that everything's going to be just fine.

Katsuki still wanted Izuku to be his boyfriend so, so bad.

And with Ochako soon-to-be out of the picture, and Izuku back in his life for good, all the puzzle peices seemed to be… Close to aligning?

Although, there's still many obstacles until he reaches the point of asking Izuku out, and the wedding is just one of many.

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡

Don't Say You Love Me - Fifth Harmony

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Faster than it should have, then came the night of the wedding.

Ochako stared at the mirror, wanting to throw up looking at herself in her wedding dress.

A dress, a day, an idea, once filled with excitement and love, was now tainted by Ochako's selfishness.

Ochako could barely look down at her fingers, without getting the worst feeling in her stomach, staring at her engagement ring.

"What's that look for?" Himiko asked, with a concerned expression. "You look beautiful, I wish it was my wedding."

"Maybe one day," Ochako tried to joke through her shame.

She still felt so bad for being so in love with Himiko, but she couldn't control it.

Every time she felt the need to walk away, Himiko was just so good at pulling her right back in.

There was an awkward silence between the two of them, as Ochako continued to stare down at herself in the mirror.

"Ochako, please stop being so hard on yourself, everything's going to be fine," Himiko said, trying to sound sincere.

"It doesn't feel that way! We haven't even spoken in three days, god forbid stare at eachother and kiss infront of all of our friends."

"I don't like seeing you like this," Himiko half-grumbled, half-spoke.

"Well, you better get used to it, because it's going to be all night," Ochako sighed, a single tear stroking her cheek.

"Hey, hey, you're messing up your makeup."

"I don't even care."

The sound of the door opening made Ochako and Himiko freeze.

"Ochako, we're so excited for tonight!" yelled Mina, parading into the room, wearing a mint green knee-length floral dress, with a single string of pearls.

"We really are so happy for you," Tsuyu added, wearing a pastel pink ankle-length dress.

It only took a matter of seconds for Mina to notice the tear down Ochako's cheek.

"Ochako, what's wrong? Why are you crying…?"

Ochako panicked, trying to come up with an excuse on the spot.

"Oh, u—um, well, It's… It's just nerves. I'm fine, but thank you," she assured.

"Well, you're wrecking your makeup, girl, and you need to look perfect for Izuku."

Ochako shuddered at Mina's words.

"Th… Thank you, Mina."

Himiko looked down at Ochako, who was sitting down infront of Mina, getting her makeup fixed.

She had a fixed expression, with furrowed brows, and an all-around gloomy look on her face.

"Um, Himiko, are you okay…?" Tsuyu asked from next to her.

The question almost scared Himiko, but she was a quick thinker.

"Oh, yeah! Just making sure her makeup looks 100%," she said, cheerfully.

Mina wiped one last thing off of Ochako's cheek.

"Alright, you should be good!" She said, light tapping both of Ochako's cheeks.

She checked the timetable taped to Ochako's vanity.

"Okay, we have an hour til the ceremony, which means we have to go host cocktails. We'll see you at the ceremony!"

"Okay! Bye guys, love you!" Ochako responded.

"Bye!" Tsuyu exclaimed.

"Love ya," Mina said, opening the door.

"Bye, Ochako." Himiko said, with a wink, before the trio walked out the door, closing it behind them.

"Bye…"

Ochako turned to look at the mirror again, and sighed.

Izuku sat inside the groom's tent, a half-hour to the ceremony, pacing back and forth.

All the bad feelings in his stomach had curdled together into one big franken-ache.

He wanted to keep his head held high so, so badly. But he also couldn't see one positive outcome of the night.

Sure, there was going to be good food, and he was going to spend the night with all of his friends, but it would all be revolved around a marriage that was going to end in four months, give-or-take.

There was also the fact that he was going to move in with Katuski in the coming weeks, and that made him feel better.

Katuski naturally made him feel better, whenever they were around eachother.

Lately that had been different, since his worries about Ochako arised, but he was willing to let go of those, knowing she was probably in the same shoes as him.

Pacing around the room, wondering why she's going through with this.

But he didn't want to think about what he and Ochako have in common.

He just wanted to get the entire night over with.

Izuku continued walking around the tent in silence, listening in to the conversations he could from cocktail hour, wishing he could have a conversation like that with somebody.

He could make out the voices of Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, Todoroki, Tsuyu, and Mina, but not quite what they were saying.

God, he really needed a miracle.

But then, he heard the zipper of the tent open.

"Hey, nerd," came a raspy voice from right behind him.

"Kacchan?" Izuku responded, turning around.

"How are you feeling?" Kacchan asked.

"Miserable," Izuku sighed. "I've barely been able to look at her since our fight. Now we have to stare eachother down infront of everyone and kiss."

Izuku could feel his eyes welling up, as he tried to keep it together.

Kacchan looked at him with a sad look on his face.

"Deku, I know that tonight's not the most comfortable. But I just want you to know you can get through this. And when this is all over, you'll be moving in with me, and we can make all the memories we want to get your mind off of…"He looked around at the fairy lights and the sand they were standing on. "…All this."

The two made eye contact for a comforting moment, before Izuku jumped in for a hug, which Kacchan embraced and returned like it was muscle memory.

The blonde whispered into Izuku's ear, "You got this."

Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars

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Izuku stood in line for the ceremony, hands shaking and legs trembling.

He remembered what Kacchan said.

You got this, you got this, you got this, you got this, he repeated over and over in his head.

The officiant walked down the aisle first.

Izuku followed, trying not to trip over his miserable self.

He stood up at the altar, trying to keep his posture stiff as everyone was watching, but his legs were still shaky.

Kacchan walked out into the aisle next, standing right next to Izuku, offering him a slight smile as he walked over to him.

Izuku's mom walked out next, in a dark green short dress, wearing a naive smile on her face from ear to ear, looking at Izuku, then sitting down in her reserved seat.

Ochako's mom walked out in a pink knee-length cupcake dress, sitting in her seat.

Tsuyu and Mina walked out wearing electric smiles on their faces, standing next to the bride's side of the altar.

Himiko, Ochako's maid of honor, walked out next, in a pastel yellow knee-length dress, with a single pink tulle rose sewn onto it.

Izuku wanted to throw up at the look of her smile.

Eri, the flower girl, walked out next, throwing pink rose petals out onto the aisle with Kota, the ring bearer following, carrying the wedding bands on a lush pillow.

Everyone sat still in anticipation, waiting for Ochako and her father to walk out.

The lights dimmed, and everyone stood up.

The intro to the song "Just The Way You Are" started playing from the pianist, as Ochako and her father walked arm in arm down the aisle.

The look on Ochako's face read as horrified, guilty, and shameful.

For a second, Izuku felt sympathetic for her, but it was washed over by anger that she was the one that wanted to look upset.

Izuku went through hell and deeper with Ochako, but he kept his composure. She goes and flips out on him for one suspection, but she's the one with that look?

Her father moved to sit down next to her mom, as everyone sat back down.

Ochako walked up to the aisle, looking towards Izuku.

They stared at eachother for a while, being transported back to that old little world where only the two of them existed.

But this time, they didn't want to bask in it.

It had been a long time since the two just stopped to look at eachother the way they were right now.

The two had empty, upset, betrayed looks on their faces that both read the same thing; this isn't right for us.

Because really, it wasn't. They both always thought they were meant to be, that their love for eachother was what was right for them—but those proved to be complete lies.

Ochako was made to be with Himiko, Izuku knew that, and Izuku…

Izuku didn't really know who the right one was for him.

He didn't really date a whole lot in high-school or college, too busy studying and trying to get the right education for himself.

So Ochako was really his first time throwing himself head-first into a relationship, and now that he knew they were over (standing at the altar across from her, ironically enough)—he didn't really know where he was going.

The officiator began to speak up, which brought them right back into the real world.

"Hello everybody, my name is Toshinori Yagi, and I will be the officiator for this exciting evening. First, I'd like to begin by thanking each and every one of you for being here on such an exciting day. It is such a pleasure to be here with you all tonight to celebrate the terrific marriage of Ochako Uraraka and Izuku Midoriya."

Terrific isn't the word Izuku would use, but okay.

"The newly wed couple decided to keep their vows private, so we will continue on with the ceremony as usual. Okay, Ochako Uraraka, do you take Izuku Midoriya as your husband?"

"I do," Ochako pushed through her teeth.

Izuku's turn was coming up next, and he could feel his heart beating in his ears.

"Perfect. And Izuku Midoriya, do you take Ochako Uraraka as your—"

"Yes, I do," Izuku blurted, a bit too soon.
Ochako gave him a slight death stare.

"Oh, sorry…"

"It's okay," Toshinori laughed. "I was just as enthusiastic on my wedding day too."

"You could say that."

"Well, with that finished, could the ring bearer come up?"

Kota walked up to Toshinori, holding the wedding bands.

The pair had chosen a beautiful pair of matching white-gold wedding rings, that sparkled perfectly in the sun.

But once again, all Izuku could stare at the rings with was disgust.

Toshinori grabbed one of the rings and handed it to Izuku.

"Izuku, if you could please repeat after me while putting this ring on Ochako's finger." he asked.

"As a sign of my love,"

“As a sign of my love,” Izuku repeated.

"That I have chosen you,"

“That I have chosen you,”

"Above all else,"

“Above all else,"

"With this ring, I thee wed."

“With this ring, I thee wed.”

"Perfect. Thank you, Izuku. Now, Ochako, If you could repeat those same words while putting this ring on Izuku's finger," he said, planting the other ring in her hand.

"As a sign of my love,"

“As a sign of my love,” Ochako repeated.

"That I have chosen you,"

“That I have chosen you,”

"Above all else,"

“Above all else,"

"With this ring, I thee wed."

“With this ring, I thee wed."

"Wonderful," Toshinori said with a smile, slightly backing away from the couple. "Now, it is my honor and delight to declare you both married. You may now kiss the bride!"

Izuku stared at Ochako, whom had furrowed brows and a worried expression, in horror.

He panicked. He really, really didn't want to do this.

But he simply closed his eyes, and hesitantly reached in for the kiss.

The feeling he got when their lips touched sent a cold shock down his entire body.

The kiss was cold, dead, forced, and empty. It felt so obviously by obligation. They hadn't kissed in a while, and this was the first time he genuinely wanted to pull back.

"I am please to present our newlyweds, Izuku Midoriya and Ochako Uraraka."

Immediatley, at the sound of those words, the two turned to the crowd and put on their picture-perfect smiles.I

Instantly, the crowd of friends and family alike erupted into cheers.

And after listening to the cheers, for a second, it felt worth it.

To be the reason all of these people had these cheek-to-cheek smiles. That he let them be happy at the expense of his own.

That maybe life really was going to work out.

But he tried not to get ahead of himself, to not completely trust. As the last time he felt that way, he ended up here in the first place.

He and Ochako walked up the aisle first, with the wedding party of Mina, Tsuyu, Himiko, and Katsuki following.

His parents and Ochako's parents followed, then the officiant, and then all of the guests.

Gotta get through the reception, he thought.

Katsuki watched as Kaminari and Jirou, another couple from their close circle of friends, played with the wedding band.

He waited at his seat, knees trembling like hell, to be welcomed up for his speech.

The two finished the song they were playing, Say You Love Me by Fleetwood Mac, and started to speak.

"Alright, guys. Now that food's been served and you all look like you're having such a great time, we'd like to welcome Izuku's best man to make a speech. Congratulations, by the way, bro. Total score," he said, looking at Deku.

Deku smiled at the comment, and people in the crowd laughed.

"Yeah, anyways, sorry—getting off track. Best man, my buddy, Katsuki Bakugou, everybody!"

Silver Springs - Fleetwood Mac

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Katsuki shakily stood up infront of the crowd of people, and he cleared his throat to speak.

"Hey, yeah, my name's Katsuki, and I'm your best man for the evening. Me and Deku, my personal nickname for the groom, go way back. We've been friends since high school, actually," he said, trying to sound natural.

"Me and Deku made some of the sickest memories when we went to UA, actually. We would always good around together, because by some miracle, we'd always have the same classes together. I remember us studying in the library for hours, to make sure we'd always get at least a 90 on our tests. And then the stupid teachers would think we were copying off of eachother."

"Or, or that time we went to Tokyo Disneyland on a school trip, and you were too scared to go on Splash Mountain, but I convinced you, and you said it was the best day of your life!"
Izuku's cheeks went red in the audience as he laughed.

"Today didn't replace it, right?" He said, jokingly.

Katsuki finished laughing, and continued on with his speech.
"There was also that time tha—"
He paused after seeing Ochako and Himiko obviously texting eachother on their phones.

Like, dude, if you're going to get bored, at least be subtle.

Katsuki decided to do a little improvisation on his speech.

"…That time that Ochako got a swirly in the bathroom in 9th grade!"

The entire crowd gasped.

Ochako looked up from her phone in horror, before yelling "I thought this speech was about the groom!"

"Yeah, but you just seemed so interested I thought I'd make it about you for a moment," he said, snarkily.

That joke won the crowd back. Ochako scoffed before slouching back down.

"Alright, well, there's also that time me and Deku's phones died, and we got lost trying to find the tech room on our first day of 10th grade. It was our first time either of us got that class, and we missed half the period!"

Izuku put his hand infront of his mouth in laughter, with the rest of the room following in various chuckles and laughs.

"At the time, we were really upset. But looking back, it's just a funny memory."

People in the audience continued laughing, as Katsuki grinned.

"But then, the two of us left for college, and we didn't really talk much. He went his way, and I went his," he said, sounding slightly sad. "We would text every now and then, and the texting got more frequent when we were out of school, but we hadn't really hungout."

"Until, he decided to invite Ochako, Kirishima, Kaminari, Iida, Tsuyu, Mina, and I to a reunion dinner to celebrate graduation! And that's actually when he announced the engagement to us all. Sorry to the guys who couldn't make it."

Shoto, Jirou, and Sero jokingly scoffed from the front row.

"And from then, me and Deku were around eachother nearly everyday; whether or not I was helping him plan. And we got so close, it was like he never left."

People in the audience said their "aw's" and smiled.

"We'd hang out everyday, always make sure to fit eachother in our schedules, did anything in our power to make it work for eachother. If ya couldn't tell, he's very important to me."

Izuku kept that big cheek-to-cheek smile on his face, as he stared happily with those beady sparkling eyes at Katsuki.

"Anyways, all this to say that, uh, I'm really happy for ya, nerd. Who would've thought you'd be the first to get married."

Katsuki blushed and smiled as he and Deku locked eyes.

"I just want to let you know, that I'll always support you no matter what. That nothing can, or will, come between us," he said, heartfelt-ily. "I mean, we've witnessed it first-hand, right?"

"For many years to come, we'll make the greatest memories. All this old people shit we're dealing with now doesn't mean anything."

"I'll always be honored to be your best man, and your…"

"…Your best friend. Thank you."

Katsuki hesitated with his last few words, as he knew they were complete lies.

He didn't want to be his best friend. Even to this day, he still wanted the damn nerd so fucking badly.

Maybe once all this marriage bullshit is out of the way, and the two of them are comfortable again, he'll garner the courage. But for now, he'll just have to stick it through the rubble.

Katsuki walked off-stage as the entire crowd roared in applause.

What the Hell - Avril Lavigne

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"Alright, yeah! He's cool, ain't he. Well, now we'd like to bring up our maid of honour, Himiko Toga!"

Himiko walked up in her knee-length floral cake batter yellow dress to the sound of people's cheers.

"Hello everyone! I'm so happy to be the maid of honour for tonight," she said, in an almost artifical-cheerful way.

"Me and Ochako met through work, and instantly hit it off. We became best friends in like, three weeks! She really has a knack for people."

"I was constantly around her for the bulk of the planning period for the wedding, so much so it was like I was getting married to her!"

People in the crowd looked confused at that comment.

"Haha, all jokes. Well, Ochako's just a very special person to me, and I'm so happy that she's found someone she enjoys to be around. Wait, who's Izuku again?"

Whew, did that joke fall flat. Did she write this during the ceremony or something?

Ochako, though, was laughing so hard you'd think she smoked something beforehand.

"Just kidding, Izuku's nice too. He's a great guy, really. Or so I've heard!"

What the fuck does that mean? He thought.

"I know he's damn lucky though, Ochako's just so beautiful. I mean, the way she dresses, the way she does her hair, the way she…"

Further proving his suspicions of cheating, he thought.

"…And the way she tou—"

The people in the crowd gasped.

What the fuck??????

Ochako stared at her in horror, with Himiko quick to react.

"Touches the hearts of every person in this room, guys!" She said, obviously covering up.

Katsuki just stared in disbelief at what she had just said infront of everybody.

"I wish my speech could be longer, but me and Ochako have only known eachother for so long," she said, trying to play it off. "So, all I can say is, congratulations, Ochako and Izuku. I hope this night has been everything you've both wanted."

She stepped off the stage to few awkward, slow claps in the audience as Kaminari tried to move on as fast as possible.

"Alright, yeah, Himiko Toga, everyone! So whad'ya say we get back to music!"

The crowd cheered.

"Yeah! Let's go! 1,2,3,4!"

I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Who Loves Me) - Whitney Houston

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Despite Himiko's atrocious speech, the wedding was actually going quite swell.

Izuku was situated near the back corner of the dancefloor where all the snacks were, hanging out with Kacchan, Kirishima, Kaminari, Jirou, and Shoto.

"So, how are you feeling, Midoriya?" Kirishima asked, taking a sip of whatever alcohol they were handing out at the time.
"Good," he lied.

"Good…? That's it? Tonight's like, super important for you, is it not?"

"Yeah, and it's going good."

To tell the truth, the only good part was Katsuki's amazing speech, and the great catering.
"Uh, okay… Well, did you enjoy the ceremony? You two looked great together!"

Izuku stammered.

He didn't like to think about the ceremony. The look on Ochako's face, the way his heart felt like it was going a million miles an hour, the way he interrupted the officiator, the…"

It was just really freaking bad, okay?

But of course, he couldn't say that.

"Yeah, it was nice."

Izuku looked over to Kacchan, who was on his third champagne flute, and was starting to get tipsy.

"I Wanna Dance with Somebody" by Whitney Houston was blasting through the P.A system they had set up around the beach, and Kacchan was unashamedly singing along to it.

"Clock strikes upon the hour and the sunnn begins to fadeeee!!!" He yell-sang while doing a drunken dance.

"Oh my god, this is so funny," Mina exclaimed. "Someone video tape him!"

Izuku laughed while pulling out his phone, feeling the summer night breeze against his clothes.

"Hey, stop filming me and fuckin' join along!"

Izuku handed his phone over to Kaminari.

Kacchan pulled Izuku by the arm, whilst Izuku joined along.

"Ohhhh, I wanna dance with somebody, I wanna feel the heat with somebody," they belted from the dancefloor. "With somebody who looovesss me!"

They had been so caught up in their dancing, that they didn't notice the people around them.

Someone that none of them recongnised walked by holding a glass of champagne, and accidentally bumped into Izuku, dropping the entire glass on them.

"Oh shit, sorry." The guy said, walking away right after.

"Dude, what the hell!" Kacchan exclaimed, grabbing him by the shoulder.

"Hey! What's the big deal?"
"Big deal, you just poured a full glass of champagne onto the groom!"

The random stranger looked puzzled for a moment.

"Wait, this is a wedding?"

"You can't be fucking serious."

"Dude, I just thought there was a party happening on the beach, so I joined in!"

"So you show up and crash a party, pour a glass of champagne on the person that the party's for, just to give a half assed apology? Are you fucking stupid?"

"Dude, I said I'm sorry!"

Kacchan grabbed onto the collar of the stranger.

"Say it like you fucking mean it."

"I'm sorry!" He yelped.

"Kacchan, lay off of him!" He said, grabbing onto the blonde. "It's fine! I can go to the bathroom and clean off."

"Is it though? Your suit's gonna be all sticky, like, all night!"

"I can try and lift it out with some water."

Kacchan let go of the stranger.

"You better haul ass back to wherever the fuck you came from, cause if I see you around here again, I'll fucking kill you."

"Y—Yes sir," he gulped.

The stranger walked towards the parking lot.

"Dude, you know I just got all of that on video, right?" Kirishima asked.

"Whatever, that asshole had it coming for him," Katsuki hissed.

"Uh, I'm going to the bathroom to clean up."

Only Love Can Hurt Like This - Paloma Faith

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Izuku walked into the beach's community hall, to the sound of murmurs from the bathroom hall.

"I don't know, isn't this a bit risky…?" came a voice from the hallway.
"Dude, come on, nobody's gonna come in." came another voice.

The voices were kind of familiar, but he couldn't quite make them out from the doorway.

"Are you sure…?"

"Yeah, come on, just kiss me."

He decided to ignore it, probably wasn't any of his buisness.

But when he turned the corner into the hall, he stared in horror.

"Oh my god," Izuku whispered to himself in shock.

What he saw was Ochako, in her wedding dress, making out with Himiko.

For a second, the two didn't even notice he was there, until they started hearing a faint cry from across the hall.

"Oh my god, Izuku—"

"I knew it," Izuku said, voice low.

"Oh, sorry Izuku. Guess you just couldn't compete~" Himiko snickered.

Ochako turned over to her. "Himiko, shut up."

"Just trying to help…"

"Well, it's not working."

"Izuku…" The brunette tried going up to Izuku to hold him.

"No, don't fucking touch me," Izuku screamed, pushing her back.

The sound of Izuku saying 'fuck' echoed throughout the entire hall.

Ochako recovered from the push, with a stupid apologetic expression painted on her face.

"I… I'm sorry—"

"No," he said.

"What…?"

"No! You don't get to be sorry!" He hissed.

"I let go of everything had for tonight. I gave tonight the chance to be good. But you just go and decide to ruin it all cause you couldn't control yourself! Do you not feel any shame for yourself?!" He hissed through his angry tears.

"I—I do, I swear—"

"Then why are you still doing this to me?"

"I…"

Ochako stood there, air at a standstill.

"I don't know. I'm sorry."

"Don't give me that bullshit," he hissed.

"Hey, leave her alone. She's just figuring herself out, right?" Himiko said, walking up, holding Ochako's shoulder.

"What?" Ochako replied.

Izuku was completely appauled by that comment "Figuring herself out? What the hell is wrong with you? If she was lesbian, she could have told me, and made this so much easier!"

"What if she wasn't comfortable?"

Izuku was so shocked at Himiko's logic, he could barely speak. "If she wasn't comfortable, she wouldn't have freakin…"

"Wouldn't have what, Izuku?"

"Cheated on me! Are you dumb?"

Woah, not even Izuku had ever seen himself this mad.

"Izuku, please, we can work this out—"

"There's no working this out, Ochako. You made this bed, so lie in it."
Those last words stung like a bee, as he stormed out of the building.

When You're Gone - Avril Lavigne

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"Hey, is Deku not taking a while to you guys?" Katsuki asked, slightly sobered up, after eating a few cupcakes and drinking some water.

"I don't know, the walk's kinda long, and I haven't really kept track," Kirishima responded.

"I… I think I'm going to go check on him."

"K, see ya. And be careful out there, it's dark."

Katsuki walked up to the building and saw Deku crying against the wall.

"Hey, nerd, what took you so—what the fuck?"

"Kacchan…" Deku said, through his tears.

"Deku? What the fuck happened?"

"It's Ochako, she…"

Of fucking course.

"Ochako what, what did she do?"

"She was m—making out with Himiko…"

Oh hell no.

On their fucking wedding night? Is she crazy?

Katsuki was seeing red in his eyes as he went to storm into the building.

"Wait, Kacchan, please—"

"No. When I see her, I'm gonna punch her all the way to next year."

He went to open the door of the building when he felt something latch onto his leg.

"Kacchan, please," Deku cried out. "Let's just go back, be done with this."

Katuski looked at Deku, then back at the doorhandle he was holding.

"…Fine," he said.

Deku picked himself up as they walked back to the wedding.

Time After Time - Cyndi Lauper

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Izuku walked back to the reception hand in hand with Kacchan in silence that was somewhat comforting after everything.

His knees were weak, face bright red from crying, barely keeping himself together.

Kacchan's hand was quite sweaty, for some reason, but he just passed it off as anger from what had just happened.

God, Izuku really didn't want to believe that what had happened—didn't just happen.

Izuku had those suspicions for the longest time, but when he finally decided to let go of them, they came running at him full-speed.

He wanted to believe that this all was just a bad dream, but every time he pinched himself, he felt more and more like a real person.

Izuku looked over at Kacchan, who was looking down at the sand, until he noticed Izuku looking.

"Yeah?" He asked, tenderly.

"Kacchan, I… I don't know how I'm going to get through this," He sighed, biting his cheek.

Kacchan stopped in his tracks, holding Izuku's arms.

"That's okay, Deku. Not everyone goes through what you just went through everyday," He laughed, trying to lift Izuku's spirits. "And you don't need to know how to navigate through this perfectly. I wouldn't know what the hell to do if I were you either."

Izuku looked in Kacchan's eyes dreamily, as the intro to "Time After Time" by Cyndi Lauper began to echo through the night.

"Oh, hey, looks like it's slowdancing time. Do… Do you wanna head back?" Kacchan said, taking a step forward.

Izuku grabbed Katsuki's hand.

"No, no, I think I'd like to stay here, the stars look prettier over here."

"Oh, um, okay… Well, what do you want to do?"

"What did you say it was…?" Izuku asked.

"Slowdancing hour?" Kacchan answered.

"Um, did you maybe want to slowdance…?"

Something in Kacchan's eyes glimmered at that question.

Kacchan looked over to the community building. "Um, are you sure?"
"Yeah, who cares about them right now. Let's enjoy this while we still can."

"Okay," Kacchan said, with a humble smirk.

The two locked hands and began to dance, every movement being so natural, you'd think it was rehearsed.

The way Kacchan's hands brushed up against Izuku so soft and tenderly, contrary to his otherwise rough and short-tempered additude, brought a sense of serenity to Izuku.

And the way he looked as the two danced, he looked…

…Beautiful.

Beautiful in a way Izuku had never seemed to look at before. A humane beautiful. Not like model photoshoot beautiful, but beautiful in a way Izuku could get lost in forever on nights like these.

Izuku paid close attention to the lyrics.

If you're lost, you can look, and you will find me—time after time.

If you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting—time after time.

In this moment, Izuku had never heard lyrics so deeply personal.

Izuku and Kacchan had aways seemed to find eachother, time after time.

From highschool to now, their relationship never shifted. Never changed, but tonight, at this very moment, he felt something shift.

Izuku stopped dancing for a moment.

"Deku…? Are you okay?" Kacchan asked.

"Kacchan…" Izuku whispered, brushing the blonde's cheek. "You look perfect tonight."

Kacchan stammered. "Oh, uh, thank you. You don't look so bad yourself," he said, scratching the back of his neck.

Izuku grabbed Kacchan's shoulders.

"Thank you, for everything. And I'm not sorry for this," he whispered with a smile, reaching in closer to Kacchan's face.

"Deku, what are you doi—"

He was interrupted by Deku kissing him.

The kiss was warm, soft, and tender. Easily beating the kiss from earlier today.

They stood there, lips locked, for a good thirty seconds, taking the night in.

The warm summer wind brushing up against them as they held eachother close, basking in the moonlight.

Katsuki felt electricity flow through his entire body, his heart beating a million times a minute.

The two eventually parted.

"Deku… What are you doing?" he questioned.

"What I was born to do," Deku replied, with clarity.

"I… Are you sure? This is—"

"Hey, let's head back now, shall we?" Deku asked.

"O… Okay."

The pair continued walking back, arms locked together.

Chapter Text

The Winner Takes It All - ABBA

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Katsuki lied in his bed for hours, unable to escape the thoughts he had on last night.

Deku, in some weird blaze of intimacy, had kissed him.

What was he supposed to do? Were they just supposed to stay 'friends'?

By this point, there was just no way he could do that.

To make matters worse, Deku and the rest of the group decided to get totally shitfaced when they got back, so he doesn't even know if he remembers.

Katsuki decided to stay sober for the rest of the night, so that he could remember everything.

But honestly, he kind of regrets that decision, cause a big part of him wanted to forget.

To make things easier.

To make this shit feels less like hell.

But nothing could ever just be easy for Katsuki, could it?

Ding!

Oh, Deku sent him a text.

Wed, 7:45 AM

Deku:

Hey, can we talk?

Oh dear god.

The vagueness in Deku's text made Katsuki sense that he thought the entire thing last night wasn't something he wanted, and that Katsuki had been led on yet again.

That would be just great, wouldn't it?

It's not like Katsuki had been yearning for the damn nerd for the last 13 years, and when he finally gets to experience what it would mean to love Deku, it turns out that the entire thing was just a big ol' 'accident' on Deku's part, and that he had just been a delusional peice of shit, right?

Right…?

Katsuki is typing…

Katsuki:

no, not really, deku. cause i know you're gonna say some shit like that it was all "stupid" and that you don't want us to "stop being friends" because of it even though i'm literally in fucking love with you, deku. don't you see that?|

Katsuki is deleting…

Katsuki:

yeah, sure. after work is fine, 5:25?

Deku:

That works! See you then.

Waking Up in Vegas - Katy Perry

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Holy crap.

Deku woke up with the worst hangover of his life the morning after the wedding.

It was so bad, he could barely tell you what happened the night before.

He sat on his bed searching for some kind of recollection of the night before.

Eventually, after sitting there for however long, he remembered two crucial things.

The wedding wasn't as bad as he thought. Seeing everyone have a great time, and not really winding up spending a whole lot of time with Ochako was a huge relief for him.

And the last, that Ochako had kissed Himiko right in front of him.

Even after he got drunk enough to forget, the feeling every time he remembered that still stung.

There was something else that happened, something that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

All he could remember was that it had to do something with Kacchan, and that it was late. Very late.

He continued to think long and hard on his bed, trying to remember what it was that he did with Kacchan, but he just could not remember for the life of him.

Maybe he could ask Kacchan himself, he doesn't recall the blonde getting really drunk, so maybe he remembered.

He pulled out his phone.

Deku:

Hey, can we talk?

｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . ☆ﾟ

Question…? - Taylor Swift

▶︎•၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 3:30

Katsuki sat down parallel to Deku inside of a smoky, gray resturaunt.

"So, what was it that you wanted to talk about?" Katsuki asked, anxiously.

Deku cleared his throat. "Um, I'm just confused on what exactly happened at the wedding night. It's all a little foggy considering…" He trailed off.

"You got blackout drunk at the reception?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, well, it was going a lot better than either of us could have possibly expected, and I personally had a great time."

"Oh, um, is that it?" Deku asked, cluelessly.

"No, no," Katsuki sighed.

He stared down at his Shirley Temple with dismay.

How was he going to lay it onto Deku that they slow danced and kissed!

"Kacchan, are you okay?"

"Yeah, i'm fine."

"So, is there anything else or—"

"Deku, do you really remember nothing from last night?"

"Um, I can remember one thing…"

"What is it?"

Deku's face faltered, with a cold sigh.

"Ochako and Himiko…"

"Oh, yeah."
"Yeah…"

The pair finished their dinner, paid, and left.

It had begun to rain heavy outside, and both Katsuki and Deku didn't bring an umbrella.

"Damn, looks like we'll just have to tough it out," Katsuki said, reaching a hand outside the door, feeling the rain pouring from outside.

"Yeah," Deku responded, melancholically.

On the walk out, Katsuki thought about how unproductive the conversation was, about how much was still left unanswered.

They walked back to the car and Deku looked visibly confused, almost upset.

"Uh, is everything good?" Katsuki asked.

"Nothing, just—" Deku asked, furrowing his brows. "Why didn't you say something before I told you I knew about her cheating?"

"What do you mean?" Katsuki responded.

"It's just, you know, kind of weird that you didn't seem to want to tell me that Ochako cheated until I brought up that I already knew.

Katsuki didn't like being wrongfully accused, so he began to get defensive.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"It just feels like—"

"I'm not trying to hide it from you or anything, I just wasn't thinking about it," Katsuki said, accusatorily.
"Kacchan, please don't talk over me—as I was saying, it just feels like you're being kind of dismissive about that. You didn't even care to ask me how I felt or anything!"
"Sorry I have shit to worry about!"

"Like what? You're acting weird, Kacchan. If everything was okay, then why are you so stressed?"

"I'm not fucking stressed, and you're one to talk about being weird!"

"Yes you are, Kacchan! If you don't tell me what's wrong, then this conversation's just going to go nowhere!"

"You wouldn't fucking get it!"

Don't say that, Kacchan, I'm here for you!"

God, he really just doesn't know when to stop pushing.

"Are you really here for me? You've been acting like an idiot the entire time!"

"I'm hungover, Kacchan!"

"Fucking hell," he grumbled.

"I just want to know what happened—"

"We fucking kissed!"

They both went dead silent, hearing nothing but the sound of rain crash against the pavement.

"W… What?" Deku quivered.

"After you found Ochako face-hugging Himiko or some shit like that, I watched you come out of the bathroom crying, and they started playing slowdance music, and we danced together, and then you kissed me. We kissed, Deku."

"Kacchan—"

"And I know what you're gonna fucking say, you're gonna say it was just 'heat of the moment'. And you know what, maybe it was. Maybe I was fucking crazy to ever get this close to you, and—"

"Kacchan!" Deku yelled.

Katsuki looked at Deku, tears streaming down his face.

"I think I'm starting to see things a bit clearer now."

"What do you mean?" Katsuki's voice cracked, which he immediately got flustered by.

"I remember the dance, the way you looked, the song—I remember everything, Kacchan."

Katsuki continued to look at Deku with that same confused expression.

"And if I remember anything, it's that I meant that kiss with every fiber of my being."

Katsuki looked at Deku with those same tears streaming down his face, now containing a whole new meaning.

"If I didn't want you, I wouldn't have kissed you. I wouldn't do that to someone."

Deku brushed Katsuki's cheek, smiling at the blonde.

"And if you want me to say it like I mean it, then let this speak for itself."

Izuku reached up close enough for the pair to hear each other's breathing.

"Kacchan, these last few months haven't meant nothing," Deku whispered.

Deku reached in and passionately kissed Katsuki, holding his cheeks, with Katsuki's arms around Deku's waist.

And after they started, they just couldn't stop.

Mid-make-out, Katsuki reached for the door of the backseat, and in a buildup of all of the pining, waiting around, and love hidden in plain sight, Deku slipped off his boxers, with Katsuki following immediately after.

You Make Loving Fun - Fleetwood Mac

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The passion in Katsuki's movements as he watched Deku beneath him felt like nothing he had done before.

He treated each touch with care, going low and slow, as the two made eye contact the entire time.

Deku sat beneath him, in his now-loosened, unbuttoned work uniform, with a sparkle in his eyes like he knew that this was building up for a very long time.

Katsuki ripped the loosened shirt off of Deku within the snap of a finger. He took his pants off right after, and reached in to kiss Deku before pushing his dick inside of him.

The exhilerated look on Deku's face only made Katsuki harder, as he passionately thrusted his waist back and forth.

But despite the fact he was absolutely taking in the heated, gorgeous view infront of him, he wasn't having sex with Deku purely to have sex with him.

He had a deep craving, and he wasn't satisfying it just because.

There was no lust between them, at least not in the traditional sense.

He was making love to Deku.

"Kacchan, I…"

Katsuki stopped for a moment, holding onto Deku.

"Is everything good?" He said, softly.

"No, no, you're doing great, carry on."

The two continued with each other, never making a wrong step, as if they had been doing this forever.

And if it was up to Katsuki, he would do this forever.

Just the two of them, forever, in love.

They stayed held together, skin to skin, with foggy windows for about an hour until Katsuki finally felt himself getting ready to finish.

"Oh god, Deku, I—I think I'm gonna—"

Katsuki felt a wave of pure ecstasy wash over him as milky white ribbons released from his cock onto Deku's chest.

"Woah," Deku said, staring at his torso. "You're kind of hot when you do that," he joked.

Katsuki laughed after dialing down. "Thanks, I try."

The two sat next to each other in their loosened, dirty, messed up clothes.

The silence was comfortable, and had a sense of relief that they were finally on the same page with eac hother.

The windows began to clear up, possibly exposing the two's half-nakedness. But Katsuki didn't give a fuck, they could take a seat and watch for all he cared.

"Hey," Deku said, taking the atmosphere around them into a deeper area, slowly placing his palm under Katsuki's hand. "There's something here, clearly, but…"

Katsuki turned to look at Deku's face. "But what?"
"I just, I can't do this yet."

"Can't… Date someone?"

"Yeah," he said, looking down. "I want to, so, so, badly, Kacchan, but I'm just not there yet."

Katsuki stared at the ground in silence, trying to understand what to make out of the situation.

Of course he wanted Deku to be with him, of course he wanted it to all happen as soon as it could, but ultimately, Deku did needed time before he started to date somebody else.

Was the waiting going to be painful? Of course.

Did it hurt him deeply that he still had to wait at all? Definitely.

But this was going to be necessary, for the both of them.

"…You're not upset, are you?" Deku asked.

'No, god no, you have every right," Katsuki responded, but he knew deep inside he was.

Deku placed his other hand on Katsuki's shoulder.

"Look, it'll be okay. One day, I'm going to make my way out of this mess, and there'll be an us. But for now, I need to get back home to pack my things before I move in tomorrow."

Right, Deku's moving in tomorrow.

Well, at least he doesn't see this as awkward, and at least he's open about it.

"Yeah, let's go."

.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.

Colors - Halsey

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Izuku and Kacchan pulled into the former's house at around 8:30 PM, with every light off except for a dim lamp illuminating from the front windows.

It was cold, chilly, and every bone in Izuku's body wanted to pull out of that driveway and go anywhere else.

He went to open the car door, but was stopped by Kacchan.

"Hey," he said.

"Yeah?" Deku replied.

"Don't let Ochako try to convince you of anything. She doesn't deserve you."

He walked up to the door, unlocked the keys to his house, and walked inside to the sight of Ochako sitting on the couch, wrapped up in blankets.

He stood there and looked at her, vulnerable, mascara running, clearly hadn't gotten much sleep.

He was still so upset and slightly angered by what he saw last night, and didn't know when or if he would ever forgive her.

He knew that Ochako would just try and talk it all out, but if he hadn't already made it clear, it was far too late for that to happen.

"Hey," Ochako said, in a timid, croaking voice.

Izuku opened his mouth to talk, but no words could ever articulate how he felt about it all.

So he closed his mouth, and began to walk up the stairs.

"Izuku."

"There's nothing I have to say to you," He insisted. "I'm just going to go get my suitcase and leave."

He walked up the stairs to the bedroom, and grabbed his suitcases out of his closet.

He walked around the house one last time, unsure of when or if he'd ever come back.

The pictures of them on vacations on the walls, furniture that they had picked out together, it all made him think a bit more.

It made him wonder if maybe in another life, where they took it a bit slower, they'd end up making things work.

But there was no other life, no plan B.

Ochako had made the choice to let go of the two of them, and that was a choice she just couldn't undo.

Izuku walked back down the stairs, two suitcases held on each hand.

He watched as Ochako stared at him walking across the livingroom to the front door.

Izuku walked over to the table, and placed his house key on it.

He went to open the door.

"Wait," Ochako said, timidly.

Izuku sighed. "What."

She got up from the couch and grabbed Izuku's arm. "It's not too late," she said, in a broken, pleading voice.

She looked so vulnerable, a far contrast from the selfishness that filled her eyes the last time they had a conversation like this.

The look in her eyes, the way that tears had begun to pool in them, he almost felt sorry.

But then again, who was she to say that he could just put this behind him and forgive?

She was the one to cheat first.

She ruined everything.

If not for Himiko, Izuku would've loved to hold on to Ochako.

He would be just hunky dory.
"Are you serious?"

"What?"

"Ochako, it is way too late."

"Please, Izuku. I'll cut Himiko off, I'll find a new job, anything—"
"No."

She tried to grab Izuku's hand.

"Please—"

"No, don't fucking touch me," Izuku screamed, pushing her back.

His body shook in discomfort at Ochako's touch.

"Stop, Ochako."

A pregnant pause.

"I—" She tried to let out once more.

"Stop. Please. It's over. Goodbye, Ochako."

He walked out the door, shut it, and didn't look back.

But when he looked forwards, he saw Kacchan leaning against his car.

"Hey, you were taking a while, so I thought I'd wait out here for you."
"T… Thanks."
Kacchan took notice of Izuku's faltered expression quickly.

"Hey, is everything good?"
"No, yeah, she just didn't take it very well."
"What? She's known for like, a fucking month or something."

"I—I don't know, Kacchan, let's just… Let's just go."

"Alright," Kacchan said, opening the door to the driver's seat.

Breakaway - Avril Lavigne

▶︎•၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 3:43

The drive to Kacchan's house was quiet.

Not quiet out of awkwardness, just comfortably silent.

For once in Izuku's life, he felt like things were finally looking up.

Hopefully he doesn't jinx it…

Izuku's head was down, and he was seconds away from drifting off until Kacchan began to talk.

"So…"

He twisted his head towards Katsuki.

"…What happens now?"

"Um, you know, I don't really know."

"Oh, okay."

They continued driving silently, Izuku's head back down, thinking about Kacchan's question.

What does happen now?

Moving in with Kacchan sounds like the perfect temporary solution, but after that, it all just comes blankly.

For the longest time, he saw his future with Ochako as comfortable.

Small house, a kid or two, just the same thing pretty much everybody else wants.

But now he just doesn't know.

And sure, it was easy to find tension in that.

Frustration.

Helplessness.

But maybe he could see a sense of comfort in it too.

A sense of comfort in a new chapter, just him and Kacchan.

He brought his head back up.

"But, um, Kacchan," he said.

"Yeah, Deku?" He replied.

"I think that's a good thing."

"Huh," Kacchan reacted, in a hopeful, profound way.

The rest of the drive passed by in a stange way, considering that Izuku was doing nothing but sitting and basking in the silence of the night.

They pulled into Kacchan's driveway, and Izuku somberly stepped out.

Izuku grabbed his suitcases and carried them inside the house.

"Did'cha need help?" Kacchan asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"Thank you, but I think I've got it," Izuku replied.
"Whatever you say," he said as he walked into his room.

He walked along the hallways of Kacchan's house, staring at the walls with the occasional photo of some random scenery.

He looked at those walls and compared them to the ones at his house.

Filled with pictures from dates, family gatherings, get togethers.

He thought about the possibility of these walls being filled with pictures of the same things, but for once, Izuku didn't have to force it for his love.

Finally in a place where anything is possible, and he'd be okay with that.

Kacchan came up behind him.

"Coming to bed, shitnerd?"

He blushed at the idea of sharing a bed with Kacchan, but came back to the real world directly after.

"Oh, yeah, let's go."

He went into Kacchan's room to change into his pyjamas.

"Don't look!" He exclaimed, eyeing Kacchan.

"Aw man," Kacchan teased, leaving the room.

It took him around 5 minutes to change into his All Might pyjamas, when Kacchan knocked on the door.

"You done in there? I'm already changed," He asked.

"Impatient much," Izuku replied. "But yeah, you're good.

"Alright," he said, walking into the room in nothing but a pair of boxers, which Izuku immediately got flustered by.

"Fuck's that look for?"

"Nothing, just shocked."
"Dude, we've been in the same changeroom before. We also, quite literally, fucked."

"Fair enough," Deku muttered, staring down at his pants, which contained his half-hard penis, which didn't take long for Kacchan to notice.
"Damn, you're happy to be here," he commented.
"Shut up!"

He laid down in bed next to Kacchan, and felt his warmth from his body.

"Goodnight, nerd," Kacchan whispered, ruffling Izuku's curls, which he instantly blushed from.

"Night, Kacchan," Izuku replied.

...

I love you.

Chapter Text

Ring…

Ring…

"Bakubro!" Kirishima exclaimed.

"Hey," Katsuki replied, fixing his hair in the phone camera.

"So what's up?"

"A whole fucking lot, I'll tell ya that much."

"Dude, tell me everything."

Silence.

"Earth to Bakugou?"

"Oh, what?"

"What happened?"

"Oh, me and Deku fucked."

Kirishima's eyes widened in pure shock.

"What?!"

"Yeah, shit was crazy."

"Why are you so normal about this?! How did it happen?"

"He kissed me, and then we made out, and then one way or another we were in the backseat of my car with no pants on."

"Okay, how about the first part?"
"Uh, I don't know, it's been like a couple months so—"

"A couple months?! And you didn't think to tell me?"

"I was busy, man. He's moving in too."

"What the hell. You and I need to start talking more."

"You need to keep up."

"I can't if we don't talk, Bakugou!"

"Sounds like a you problem."

"Okay, whatever, so what else is new?"

"Nothing, really. I'm sure you already know about them breaking up and all that shit."

"Yeah, that was rough. I never took Ochako for a cheater."

"None of us did," Katsuki sighed. "But whatever, she can go fuck herself."

Kirishima heard a door open in the background, and green hair in the corner of Katsuki's camera.

"Hey, Kacchan, I made lunch, it's on the counter," Izuku said in the background.

"K, I'll be down in a minute."

"Hey, Midoriya!"

"Oh, is that Kirishima? Hey!"

"Yeah, Deku says hi."

"How have things been?"

"Better than usual," Izuku joked.

"Cool, cool. Alright, seems like you're pretty occupied with lunch, so I'm gonna head out. Maybe make some lunch of my own."
"K, see ya."

"Bye Bakubro! Bye Midoriya!"

Beep…

The last few months have been way better than usual.

Deku eventually moved in with Katsuki, and they've gotten comfortable in eachother's skin.

Not in that way though.

(For now.)

The only thing causing any tension between them is Deku still wants to stay casual and Katsuki still wants Izuku so bad.

Neither of them had heard from Ochako or Himiko in months, and that was probably for the better.

Yet, there was still parts of Deku that didn't want to reach out.

Or, he would reach out but as soon as he got too close, he'd pull right back.

Katsuki was understanding for a while, and he still is, but goddamn did waiting feel like hell.

All the times that they'd go out to dinner, kiss goodnight, hold hands at the movies, it felt like Katsuki had his finger right there on the pulse.

But as soon as he'd search for a heartbeat, all he got was a flatline.

It hurt a lot to have to live through that every day, but they live with eachother now, what other choice did Katsuki have?

He wasn't going to kick Deku out, because he liked his company.

But he's not gonna ask him what they are either, cause there's no way he's ready for that.

Damn, maybe things aren't as good as he thought.

He took one bite of the sandwich Deku had made, and was rather shocked at how pleasant it tasted.

"Damn, okay Deku Ramsay," he joked.

"Thank you, Kacchan," Deku replied, scratching his neck, blushing.

"So, how's work been?"
"Fine enough, I guess. My students have been really worried about me lately."

"What for?"
"Somehow, word spread around about the divorce."
"Damn, that sucks. Sorry it still has to stay on your mind."
"It's fine, they do it out of love. I'm gonna miss them when they graduate," Deku said with a sigh.

"I'm sure they'll keep in touch when they move onto college," Katsuki reassured.

"Maybe…"

Katsuki continued eating his sandwich when he got a text from Shitty Hair.

Sat, 12:23 PM

Shitty Hair:

Hey man! Sorry if this is last minute, but I wanted to know if you guys were cool with coming to the beach at 2:30 with me and Mina? Text back if you can!

"Oh, hey, Shitty Hair wants to know if we'd be cool to go to the beach at 2:30," Katsuki asked.

"Um," Deku repliedwe don't really have anything else to do, right?" Deku replied, taking a bite of his own sandwich.

"Yeah, I guess. You wanna go?"

"Sure!"

"K, I'll text him back."

Katsuki:

Yeah, we'll be there.

Shitty Hair:

Alright!!!

~1 hour and 30 minutes later

"Kacchan, did you get the towels?" Deku asked, searching for them.

"Yeah, I did, nerd," Katsuki replied.

Deku scoffed sarcastically. "Excuse me for making sure we're prepared!"

"You're just mad I'm more prepared than you."

"Am not!"

"Are too, nerd," Katsuki said, ruffling Deku's hair.

"Okay, whatever! We're gonna be late, let's go!"

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Ochako sat parallel to Himiko inside of a small coffee shop, sipping on a latte that didn't taste quite right in her mouth.

It had been a few months since the wedding, and neither of them seemed particularly keen on talking about it.

Or maybe it was more so boiling up, like they were both waiting to talk about it, but neither wanted to be the first.

But one of them had to do it, and maybe it was Ochako that needed to take that leap of faith.

"I still feel horrible, Himiko," Ochako said, stirring her latte melancholically.

"About what?" Himiko replied, taking a bite of her teacake.

"What do you think?"

"Oh my god, whatever. That was totally not your fault."

"But it was, Himiko. I completely screwed up."

"But did you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You had a lot on your plate, you were stressed, and you needed someone to go to."
"Yeah, but I could've gone to him. It's not like we had bad communication problems."

"Are you sure?"

"It was never rocky until the wedding planning. Then all of a sudden, everything was just so shady. And I can't help but question if it was all my fault."

"It wasn't though, Ochako," Himiko said, grabbing on to Ochako's hand. "You're taking too much credit. I'm sure there's stuff he did as well. Takes two to tango," she continued, before sipping her coffee.

"I guess…"

"Yeah, so lighten up."
"Okay… I love you," Ochako said, kissing her on the cheek.

"Love you too."

"Are we going to the beach after this?" Ochako asked.

"You know it," Himiko replied.

✧°˖ . ݁˖❀˖ . ݁˖°✧

Should've Been Me - Mitski

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They walked along the shoreline for 10 -15 minutes, searching for Shitty Hair and Raccoon Eyes.

Katsuki watched as Deku looked out into the sea of people on the sand looking for Shitty Hair's signature red, spiky hair.

"Do you see them?" Deku asked, squinting his eyes.

"No, let's keep walking."

They continued walking for around five more minutes, until Deku stopped in his tracks.

"K… Kacchan…"

"What? You see a dead fish or somethi—Oh."

Standing barely a few meters from them was Ochako and Himiko, playing beach volleyball.

The two girls hadn't noticed him and Deku, but Deku had certainly noticed them.

He was visibly anxious, shaky, and his shoulders had gone rigid.

His eyes were burning a hole through Ochako that she had yet to see, and he looked like he was about to faint.

Katsuki quickly put a hand on Deku's bare shoulder, which he got immediately flustered by.

"Hey, hey… Did you want to leave?" Katsuki asked.

Deku looked over at Katsuki and saw something over his shoulder.

Red, spiky hair and a pink-haired girl slightly shorter than the other.

Izuku looked back at Ochako, then back at Kacchan.

He could do what he does best and just suffer through the day, for Kacchan's sake.

But part of him wanted to get out so badly.

Being back at the beach again, the same beach that his unforgettable night with Kacchan—

Ahem. Unforgettable wedding, happened.

He had gotten lost in the past few months he spent with Kacchan, he almost forgot that anybody else existed.

This was his first real time going out since the wedding, and it was already totally going south.

"Deku?" Kacchan asked again, bringing Izuku back down to earth.

"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine," Izuku lied. "I think I see them behind you."

Kacchan looked behind him, narrowing his eyes. "Oh shit, that is them," he replied.

"Guys! Over here!" He yelled.

Izuku looked at Kirishima with a smile, then looked back at Ochako with a frown.

Remember My Name - Mitski

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Katsuki picked up the volleyball that he embarrasingly missed a few moments later.

"You suck at this," Mina exclaimed at Katsuki.

"Shut up," Katsuki argued. "This sport is bullshit anyways."

"You're only saying that because you're doing bad at it, dumbass!"

"Yeah, thanks Captain Obvious. You playing, Deku?"

Deku was looking out at the other volleyball net, where Ochako and Himiko continued to play.

"Deku?" Mina called out.

"What? Oh, sorry," said Deku.

"Dude, quit looking at them. It's just gonna kill your vibe."

"Yeah, Midoriya, forget about them," Kirishima chimed.

"Sorry guys, it's just… It's hard to ignore."

"It's whatever, just focus," Katsuki replied.

"Alright, who's serving?"

Katsuki was busy flipping hotdogs on one of the public grills, looking at the scenery.

It was reaching sunset, and the various pinks and oranges painting the sky were quite nice.

The hot dogs smelt great, making his mouth water.

But it was when he looked in the corner of his eyes that he caught Deku looking back at Ochako again.

Seeing him care so much about it after Katsuki spent the last three months helping Deku rebuild his life hurt like hell, all things considered.

The two had barely talked all day, for fucks sake.

And it's not like Katsuki hadn't given Izuku the opt out, he did when they got here.

Izuku was too selfless for his own good, but at what cost?

"Dude, you gotta stop with that," Katsuki said.

"I know, I'm sorry. But like I said, it's hard to not," Deku replied, walking up to Katsuki.

"Then look at us?"

"What?"

"Look at Mina, or look at Shitty hair, or…"
"Or what, Kacchan?"

"Or look at fucking me!" Katsuki hissed. "For the past month all you've ever done is look at me, but all of a sudden when she's in the same damn place it's like I don't fucking exist. What the fuck, Deku?"

"It's not that easy! Do you know how difficult these past few weeks, the past few months have been for me?! I'd look at you any other day of the week, but it's like she's haunting me."
"How? You have nothing to be fucking sorry for, Deku. She's the one that went and fucked you over."

"I don't know, Kacchan. It just hurts to look at her."

"Then look at fucking us! Are you ignoring everything I'm fucking saying? You're choosing to make tonight shitty for yourself!" Katsuki exclaimed.

"What did you just say?" Deku asked, his voice dropping.

"You don't have to look at her."

Tears starting welling up in Deku's eyes at Katsuki's exclamation.

"You're supposed to be the one person who's here for me, Kacchan! How could you say that?" Deku said through his tears.

"Are you fucking serious? You're not the only person in the world with problems, shitty Deku. I've felt like total shit all day too!"

"Over what, Kacchan? The fact that I'm still not over my marriage?"
"Over the fact that I'm literally in fucking love with you, and you don't seem to care!"

"What?"

"Is it not obvious to you, Deku?"

"Kacchan, of course I care! But this night has not been easy!"

"Then go home!"
Deku stared at Katsuki wide eyed at that offer.

"…Okay."

"And you can sleep on the fucking couch tonight."

"Whatever, Kacchan!" Deku yelled as he walked towards the sidewalk.

Katsuki scoffed at the remark as he looked back down at the hotdogs, which were now burnt.

My Happy Ending - Avril Lavigne

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Kirishima and Mina came back from the bathroom say, 8 minutes after the argument, holding hands—which Katsuki nearly threw up at the sight of.

"How are hotdogs looking?" Kirishima asked, looking at the grill.

"Burnt to shit."

"Oh, damn."

Mina looked around at the beach in confusion, before turning to Katsuki.

"Um, where's Izuku?" She asked.

Katsuki's face faltered at that question before he snarkily commented, "Ask Ochako."

"What does that mean…?"

"Dude, did you two get into an argument?" Kirishima asked.

"Whatever, Shitty Hair."

"What was it even about?"
"He wouldn't stop staring at Ochako, which was pissing me off, so I told him off."
Shitty Hair looked at Katsuki in confusion, and almost disgust.

"Dude, that's really shallow."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"He's literally falling the hell apart right now, and you're supposed to be there for him. You just made a big mess for yourself," Shitty Hair said, firmly.

"Dude, he's the one that's been totally fucking dry and ignorant this whole time."
"He's going through a divorce, Bakugou. That can't be easy. You need to apologise, like, now."

Katsuki thought about what Shitty Hair was saying, and wondered if maybe he was at fault too.

He had such an intense thirst for the damn nerd that him looking at any other possible muse made him damn near see red.

But now he was wondering, would that mindset tarnish his relationship with Deku aswell?

Yeah, fuck that.

The sky started to turn grey, and people around them had begun to pack up.

"Anyways, we're gonna go. It's getting late, and it's supposed to rain. You need to own up to Midoriya. Later."

"Bye, Katsuki," Mina added, before the two walked away.

Katsuki didn't like to be wrong.

He especially didn't like to apologize for being wrong.

But this time, he could admit that he was being a dick to Deku.

And as hard as it was going to be, he had to apologize for the sake of their relationship.

God, was this going to be difficult.

The Story of Us - Taylor Swift

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Izuku walked through the large parking lot during the heavy rainfall in tears.

He counted his steps as he walked into various puddles on the pavement, watching his tears spill into them.

The sky was dark, cold, and unforgiving with every step he took.

He was shaky, head clouded with anger, sadness, and confusion all at once.

He thought just being in the same place as Ochako was bad, but now his own roomate—his, boyfriend, not boyfriend, whatever you wanted to call it—was mad at him too.

But at the same time, Kacchan made the choice to not take two seconds to empathize with him. So, him being mad was his problem.

But Izuku doesn't work like that, he never has.

Izuku didn't get mad at people easy, he always tried to see the good.

But Kacchan had made it ridiculously hard for him to see any reason why he decided to be so cruel.

Maybe he'd talk it out with Kacchan tomorrow, but for now, he just wanted to be left alone.

He continued walking on the pavement, through the rain.

"Deku," came a deep, raspy voice from the shadows.

Izuku stopped in his tracks, feeling the cold rain trickle against his skin.

"Not now, Kacchan," Izuku said, beginning to walk again.

"Please."

"No. We have nothing to talk about."

"Deku, make this easy for me."

"Why? Why should I?"

"What?"

"After you spent the entire day getting pissed off because I can't handle seeing my ex-wife, I'm supposed to make this easy for you?"

"I—I know that I blew it a bit out of proportion, but—"

"A bit? You were being a total peice of shit, Kacchan. And that's putting it lightly."

Kacchan's facial expression changed at Izuku's claim.

"I was being a total peice of shit? You made me feel like I didn't fuckin' exist the entire fucking night, Deku. Are you ignoring that on purpose or what?"

"You're the one who's totally ignoring how I feel!"
"Oh, I know how you fucking feel. And I get that that fucking sucks, but I don't have to be at expense for that."

"You really don't get it, do you, Kacchan."

"Deku—"

"No, Kacchan. I've spoken enough with you."
Izuku went to turn around.

"Do you not remember what I said to you?" Kacchan asked, voice low.

"Besides all of the horrible things you don't feel like owning up to? No," Izuku replied.

"I told you I was in love with you. And you've already forgotten."

Izuku turned back to face Kacchan, everything rushing back to him.

He couldn't tell if the blonde was crying, or if that was just rain on his face.

But then Izuku heard a slight, rare, frail sniffle escape him.

Kacchan's voice was breaking. "T—that's how this entire fucking night has felt, Deku."

And in that moment, Izuku finally realized how selfish he had been.

He took a step forwards.

"Kacchan—"
"No… No, it's fine. You enjoy the rest of your fucking night, Izuku."

"Wait—"

But before Izuku could say anything, Kacchan had turned around, and dissapeared into the shadows of the heavy rainfall.

Izuku stood there absorbing in the atmosphere, the air silent, for you could hear nothing but the rain hitting the cold, dark, concrete.

He felt a shiver down his spine as he looked around and saw nothing but dark clouds and homes with barely any lights on.

And he found himself right where he left him.

Alone, small, and docile.

A House In Nebraska - Ethel Cain

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It took Izuku another hour of empty wandering around in the downpour until he finally recongnised Kacchan's house.

Only difference, all of the lights were off, the roof was dripping wet—and the only car in the driveway was Izuku's.

He stood there and studied the empty visual of the home, curious as to why it seemed so lifeless.

The door was locked, but thankfully, he remembered his keys that time.

He unlocked the door, walked in, and took off his soaking wet shoes.

"Kacchan?" He called out.

"Kacchan, are you home?"

He assumed that he wasn't, considering the absence of his car, but it was always good to check.

Izuku walked into the bathroom and saw his reflection for the first time in a few hours.

His eyes looked near death, bloodshot, with dark circles under them. His face was red from crying, and lips cracking, stinging, but he was practically immune to the hurt.

Or maybe he was just used to it.

He went upstairs, and began to change into his pajamas, looking in the mirror.

He stared at his body, which was once warm and full of life, was now numb, shaky, and cold.

The way his entire body trembled upset him, and he just didn't know how to cope.

He sat against Kacchan's bed, loathing in the deep, dark, coldness pulsing through from his head to his feet.

The uncertainty in the air, combined with the shivering down and the dissonance between him and Kacchan, it just made him feel worse.

Maybe all he needed was a bit of a pick-me-up, and something to get that warm feeling back inside of him.

He was still half-naked at the time, and started to bring his mind back to the day at the beach.

The good parts of it, at least.

He thought about the beautiful sunset backing the bouffant waves, the smell of the burgers on the hot grill, and Kacchan, who was cooking them.

Kacchan was always fit. Like, really fit.

Sometimes, he'd come home from the gym on a weekend and he had so much muscle mass it looked like it hurt.

Izuku was pretty toned in comparison, he was pretty proud of his figure, but he had nothing on Kacchan.

Kacchan always knew he was hot, and wasn't afraid to flaunt it.

And earlier today, the way the sun perfectly reflected on his abs, and the slight sweat coming off of his pecs, he just looked so…

So…

So sexy. That's the word.

Izuku looked down at his body and seemed to notice a significant change in his, err, structure.

His dick was like, rock hard.

Well, if anything was going to bring him back to life, it would be this.

Picture You - Chappell Roan

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He started to direct his hand toward his cock, slowly bringing his hand back and forth.

Shuddering and shakily exhaling with every stroke, he started slowly bringing his eyes back.

"K—Kacchan…" He moaned out loud.

His train of thought of every time he would see Kacchan in less and less clothes continued as he began to move his hand quicker and quicker, moaning and grunting with every move.

His body began to sweat as he was feeling up his nipples and brushing his other hand through his hair.

The warm feeling in his face and body began to escalate as he felt himself beginning to climax, when he heard the door open.

"Oh, fuck, Kacchan…" He moaned as white streaks of cum escaped his dick.

"What the fuck are you doing—Oh shit," Kacchan said, eyes wide open in shock.

Izuku quickly turned around, face tomato red, knees weak as ever.

"Kacchan! Oh god, you didn't hear that did you?!" Izuku cried, scrambling to put his underwear back on.

"Only like, half of it," he said, turning his lamp on, and the ceiling light off.

"Shit, I'm sorry."
"It's… It's fine."

"Um, right—where were you?"

"I stayed on the beach for another hour, thought about things."

"Oh, okay..."
There was an awkward silence between them, the both of them knowing exactly what they should say next, but they both wanted to tiptoe around it.

Eventually, Izuku gave in.

"Uh, so… Are we good..?" He asked, putting a hand on Kacchan's bare shoulder.

Kacchan looked back at Izuku with an uncomfortable expression, as if he really didn't want to answer that question.

He sighed. "Look, we'll talk about it later. For now, let's just go to bed."

Kacchan began to walk to his closet, when Izuku grabbed his hand.

"No, Kacchan, we need to talk about this. I don't like you mad at me. You just said that you were thinking about things for an hour. Did you really not think of anything to say?"

"No, I did, but—"

"Then say them! There's no reason why you can't."
"Deku, can you stop fucking pushing me?"
"No! We're talking about this, now.

Kacchan sighed again, turning around. "Why the fuck should we? I just want to get the hell to sleep, I'm nowhere near in a place to talk about this right now."

"Because I have things I want to say. And I swear they're not the same as they were earlier tonight."

"And why should I believe you? After all that time you spent saying the same thing over and over, so clearly missing every fucking point I was making."

"I was the one missing the point? You were ignoring everything I had to say!"

"You were ignoring me in fucking general, Deku! Can't you see that?"

"Yeah, and if you'd just hear me out, you'd understand why!"
"I know the fuck why, doesn't stop me from feeling like shit!"
"We're going in circles, Kacchan! But that could stop, if you'd just listen to me!"
"What if I don't fucking want to listen to your bitchass?"

"Then maybe I should just go!"

The last thing Izuku yelled sent shockwaves throughout their entire room.

Even he was shocked by what he said, and it was his thoughts that came up with it.

Kacchan had a wide-eyed, shocked expression on his face, as if he had just seen a ghost.

"What is it you said," Izuku stammered. "Make this easy for me."

Kacchan stood there in the dim light, his lips quivering and hands shaking in dismay.

The pregnant pause between the two was cracking at it's edges, waiting for something to happen.

Izuku stood with his head down and waited for an answer for what felt like forever, just wanting this to be over with.

"Maybe you should," Kacchan said, voice soft yet low.

Izuku looked back up at Kacchan, eyes wide open in horror.

"What...?"

"Maybe you should go. Come back whenever the fuck you want to, but I can't fucking do this right now."

Izuku quickly walked up to Kacchan, reaching for his shoulders.

"Wait, Kacchan, I was—I didn't—"

The blonde pushed Izuku back with a small, timid, yet powerful force.

"No. Just leave me the fuck alone, Deku."

Izuku stared at the floor in defeat, tears streaming down his face, loathing in the shattered tension between them, right behind the door.

He wanted to try one last time, to beg and plead for Kacchan to not put eachother in jeopardy again. He wanted things to be over. He wanted it all to be over—but the blonde definitely didn't.

And for now, all Izuku could do is just take the loss.

He took a deep breath in.

"…Okay."

Izuku turned around, opened the door, once again unsure if he'd ever turn back.

Chapter Text

We Hug Now - Sydney Rose

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Izuku didn't sleep that night.

He parked his car outside the local Dairy Queen and cried for hours.

Cried in the backseat of his car into his extra large Oreo Blizzard he impulsively bought out of stress.

Getting lost in translation with Kacchan was like being unable to solve a puzzle you had been working on for hours, never quite being able to finish what you started.

And Izuku already didn't like fighting, but fighting with Kacchan was something else he just couldn't stand.

But what could he do in this moment? The blonde was way over pissed at him, and there was nothing he could do about it, for the time being.

Why was it that every single time Izuku finally thought he had it all together, life had to come crashing down?

He thought about the night before, the screaming, the crying, and the rain that's now caused the back of his throat to be a bit sore.

He wanted to make every word he spoke last night unsaid, but that just couldn't happen.

Nothing he ever wanted to do to make his life positive could just happen.

He remembered what Kacchan said.

Kacchan was never one to sugar coat, he always said what he thought, when he was thinking it, how he thought it.

And there wasn't much room for interpretation.

But Izuku retraced one specific thing in his memory.

Over the fact that I'm literally in fucking love with you, and you don't seem to care!

Huh.

He did say that, didn't he.

Izuku had totally blocked that out from his memory, and he didn't know why.

Or maybe…

Maybe it was that it felt so normal to hear it from the blonde, that Izuku had just totally disregarded it.

Maybe, Izuku had felt the same.

And he had felt the same for so long, he didn't need it to be validated.

Funny how that works, doesn't it?

The thought of being in love with Kacchan didn't sound so scary when he thought of it.

The thought of being in love at all didn't make him shudder the way it used to months ago.

Maybe…

This was the start of something new.

He stared at the sky through the sunroof of his car next to his melted Blizzard, with crusty eyes as the sun came up, when he heard a text come from his home.

He got up quicker than he preferred, slightly seeing stars as he brought his head upwards.

Contrary to his melancholic mood barely a moment before, he giddily picked up his phone, awaiting to see who had sent him a text message.

He had hoped it was Kacchan who sent him a text, he pictured an elongated message about how they were both in the wrong, and that he wanted to put it past them.

But when he turned his phone over, he saw a notification from…

…Ochako.

Sun, 7:47 AM

Ochako:

Izuku?
Huh, it went through.

Okay, anyways, I know this is sudden, and that you probably don't want to see my face, but I'd love to meet up for coffee.

Text me back if you're up for it.

What?

Meet up for coffee? Is she crazy? Izuku thought, beginning to type.

Izuku is typing…

Izuku:

Do you think I'm crazy?? Literally what the hell is wrong with you to think|

But then he started to think himself.

What did he have to lose? Was it really that bad if he heard Ochako out once?

It's not like this meant he wanted to get back together, did it?

Maybe this was a good opportunity to get his mind off things.

Izuku is deleting…

Izuku:

Meet at the cafe by the mall at 8:15.

Izuku turned off his phone and put his key into the ignition.

Ring…

Ring…

Ring…

"Hello?" said a sweet voice coming from Izuku's phone.

"I'm here," Izuku said, pulling into the parking lot of the cafe.

"Okay, I already got a table."

Happier Than Ever - Billie Eilish

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Izuku walked into the small, empty cafe to see Ochako sitting alone by a window on her phone.

Seeing her in person again chilled every bone in Izuku's body, turning him pale, making him really want to turn around in that moment.

But as soon as he began to back away, Ochako looked up.

"Izuku! Over here!" She yelled.

Crap.

"Ochako! How have things been?" Izuku asked, nervously chuckling whilst walking over to her table.

He sat down paralell to Ochako, looking at the menu.

"Things have been fine," she said, sipping her coffee. "What about you?"

That question struck a nerve inside Izuku.

Because, to be honest, he didn't really know.

He didn't know what anything going on was going to mean.

Whether it's the fact he's talking to Ochako like this is all just normal, like they're just old friends.

Or that he's not talking to Kacchan, which was eating him alive.

"Um, things have been great, yeah."

"Well, that's great."

Awkwardness lingered in the air as the two flipped through the 3-page menu under bright fairy lights.

Izuku would take occasional looks at Ochako as she casually studied the words on each page, wondering what she brought him here for.

They had nothing to speak on, nothing to rekindle, and nothing to rehash.

Nothing that Izuku wanted, at least.

"Is the spinach omelette good?" Ochako asked.

"Uh, I don't know, I haven't tried it," Izuku replied.

"Oh, okay."

The two continued scanning the pages in pregnant silence.

Ochako cleared her throat. "Um, so, what do you think you're gonna—"

"What did you bring me here for?" Izuku asked, his words cutting through the air.

Ochako pursed her lips. "I don't know," she muttered. "I just thought it would be nice to catch up."
Izuku looked at her in confusion. "What for? We have nothing to talk about."
"We don't?"
"No! We don't!" Izuku exclaimed. "You're the one that messed all of this up, the reason I haven't gotten sleep for weeks. Why are you so normal? Oh wait, I know why. Cause none of this fucking affected you. You don't actually acknowledge the gravity of this situation because none of it did any damage to you. You were perfectly fine doing whatever with Toga. So what's the real reason you dragged me out here?"

Izuku stared at Ochako with tears fogging his vision as he saw nothing but red.

Ochako looked back at him with her face twisted in sadness.

"Toga had to move to Tokyo for work."

"What?"

"We haven't spoken in a month, and I don't even know if she wants to acknowledge my existence."

Izuku looked at Ochako offendedly that she was actually trying to make him feel bad.

"Are you serious?"
"I know, it's terrible."

"No, you're seriously trying to make me feel sorry for you?"

Izuku heard the door chime go off, as a hooded figure with blonde hair sticking out walked in.

He cleared his throat. "Ochako, everything that has happened since the wedding, my sleepless nights, your sob story, are products of your demise and what you did. Don't come running to me because things didn't work out how you wanted them to."

Ochako stared at Izuku, speechless.

"Do you have any more bullshit you'd like to spew out?" Izuku hissed.

A blonde lady in a black and white dress and apron walked over. "Hi, my name's Melissa, and I'll be your waitress for today. Would you like anything to order?"

"No, actually, I think I'm gonna go," Izuku said, starting to get up from his seat.

Ochako followed, grabbing Izuku's arm. "Wait, Izuku, you don't have to—"
"No, but actually, I do. Goodbye, Ochako."
Izuku got up and stormed out of the booth, tears starting to form in his eyes.

"Um, Ochako was your name?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"I'm gonna give you a few more minutes."
Melissa quickly walked back to the kitchen.

Izuku started to walk towards the door when he saw the person who had walked in mere minutes previously, drinking a black coffee with a tired expression.

And in that moment, he realised who the person was.

It was Kacchan.

It wasn't long before the two made eye contact, Izuku's eyes filled with horror, and Kacchan's filled with betrayal.

"Oh my god," Izuku said, softly.

The look on the blonde's face looked close to tears, body visibly aching, and timidly shaking.

He couldn't remember a time he saw Kacchan this upset and vulnerable.

"Kacchan, I—"

"Save it," Kacchan said, sternly.

"Wait, no—"

He paused when he heard a sniffle come out of Kacchan's hood.

"Please, Izuku. Just go."

Izuku stared at Kacchan, the worst guilt sinking into his stomach, making him feel like he was going to puke.

He started to feel tears slowly drip down his face, as he continued to look at Kacchan in despair.

Izuku tried to come up with something, anything to say, but nothing came to him that wouldn't just make things worse.

Tears were fully running down Izuku's face, as he walked out the door in shame.

⊹₊ ˚‧ ˚ ₊⊹₊ ˚‧ ˚ ₊⊹

Katsuki woke up in his bed alone, for the first time in months.

His alarm screeched out of his phone at 7:30 AM, for him to go to the gym.

But he was just so fucking out of it that he didn't feel like going.

What was one day off from the gym gonna do?

For Katsuki to lose the muscular body type he had been working towards for years of his life, he'd have to not go to the gym for a long ass time.

The night before kept him awake for a long time, and he was in dire need of a coffee.

He left his room, heading for the kitchen, stopping at his pantry to search for coffee grounds.

To his demise, when he grabbed the big container of Folgers on the top shelf, it was close to empty, certainly not enough for even half of a cup.

Fucking great, he thought to himself.

He really didn't want to fucking go out right now.

Especially to a grocery store, where literally everyone and their mother would be.

But damn, did he need that coffee.

He continued to search his cabinets for a possible pack of instant coffee lying around somewhere, but was met to no avail.

But then he found a buisness card for this one cafe he used to go to all the time in college, because it was the only one that was open on Sundays, when he was balancing classes and work at the same time—which caused Sunday to be his only off day, majority of the time.

Katsuki hadn't been there since those days, but was pretty sure it was still open.

Well, if anything was going to get him a damn cup of coffee, it would be this.

Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

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Katsuki left his house in a black sweater and sweatpants, with his headphones on.

It had begun to rain, so he lifted his hood on to his head.

The last time it had rained, he had an unforgettable encounter with Deku.

It didn't help at all that Katsuki had taken note of Deku's car being absent from the driveway since last night.

He didn't quite know how he was going to resolve that. He didn't know how anything was going to revolve, nor did he want to think about it.

Maybe he'd form a more coherent thought on what to do when he finally got his damn coffee.

Katsuki started walking against the sidewalk towards the cafe, feeling every drop of rain against his head.

"Traitor" by Olivia Rodrigo echoed into his ears from his headphones, and as much as he'd never admit this around anyone he knew, this was his favorite type of music.

Based off of his looks, you'd never guess that artists like Adele, Olivia Rodrigo, or Ariana Grande were amongst his favorites.

But even if people did find out, they could go fuck themselves. Like their music taste is just so much better.

Katsuki continued walking through the suburbs, until he eventually reached the cafe.

The lights were still dim and slightly ran-down, the same way they were years ago.

The bricks looked like they had decades worth of paint slathered of them, some spots showing its age more than others.

Finally, he could get a goddamn motherfucking cup of coffee.

'Till life said, 'fuck that.'

Katsuki walked into the small cafe, and his face instantly dropped.

There, sitting in a booth together, were Pink Cheeks and fucking Deku.

He stops talking to Katsuki for one fucking day, and he's already back on speaking terms with her? What the fuck!

But for some reason, Katsuki didn't feel… Angry.

As much as he was thinking like he was angry, and his face probably looked angry, masked under his hood, he wasn't mad.

There was a weird, unfamiliar ache in his chest.

One that he had never quite felt before.

His knees were weak, his head felt like it was spinning, and he was…

He was close to crying?
What the fuck was going on?

Katsuki rushed to a booth nearby, and tried to evaluate whatever the hell he was experiencing.

Is this…

Is this what heartbreak is?

He could feel his heartbeat in his ears, his stomach in the heels of his feet, everything worsening with every second he spent looking at the two conversate—

"Hi, my name's Melissa, I'll be your waitress for the evening," came from the sudden voice of a blonde lady infront of him. "What would you—"
"Black coffee," he managed to breathe out.

"Oh… Uh, okay…"

Melissa walked back to the kitchen, notepad in hand, grumbling something alone the lines of 'Why is everyone so pissed off today?'

Which, what did she mean everyone?

He continued to stare in disbelief at the passion in Deku's words when he spoke to Ochako.

Voices in his head kept asking questions, like "Does he look like that when he talks to you?" or "Is he in love with her again?" and "What the fuck is wrong with him?????".

Melissa came back with Katsuki's coffee, also seemingly holding a crossiant.

"Sorry about your day," she said. "This one's on the house."

Katsuki rampantly chomped on the crossiant the moment Melissa had placed it on the table.

"Oh… Okay, you have a good day."

The freshness of the crossiant, combined with the energy the coffee was giving him slightly brought him back down to earth.

But still, every time he looked over at Izuku, something in his chest shattered into a billion peices.

Eventually, after, say, five minutes of Katsuki melancholically sipping his coffee in complete silence, until he heard Izuku get up from his seat.

When Deku reached the door, the loud footsteps stopped, as if he had just seen a ghost.

Katsuki looked up shakily, nose stuffy, close to tears.

"Oh my god," Izuku said, softly.

Katsuki sat there, vulnerable, distressed, and defeated.

"Kacchan, I—"

"Save it," Katsuki said, shakily.

The two continued making eye contact with eachother, tension rising, preparing to bubble over.

Katsuki didn't like crying, but he was so close to in this moment.

If Deku kept pushing, who knows how long until the blonde would tip over.

"Wait, no—"

Katsuki let out a sniffle.

To the average person, a sniffle wasn't much. Just a sign of human emotion.

But Katsuki didn't do that.

He always kept his guard up, having a fearless mystery to his poise and personality.

So, that sniffle wasn't just emotion to Katsuki, but it was a signal that Deku was pushing too fucking far.

"Please, Izuku. Just go," Katsuki let out, a single tear falling down his cheek in a bead.

The two continued to stare at eachother, each stripped of any strength in themselves.

He didn't know when, but eventually, Deku had just dissapeared.

He didn't hear the door open, the bell ring, or the door close.

But he kept staring into nothing, as he was left alone.

Left alone, with the one exception being Ochako.

Katsuki death stared at Ochako from across the room, as she sat with her head down, her coffee gone cold.

She was clearly distressed, and—

Wait, was she crying?

"Fuck are you crying for?" Katsuki muttered under his breath, passive agressively.

Clearly, she must've heard him, because she looked up directly at Katsuki with a thousand-yard stare.

"What did you just say…?"

"Oh shit, you heard that?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Oh, well, I was asking why you were crying."

"What? Did you not hear anything Izuku said?"

"I heard everything. Does not mean you should be sobbing like a damn baby right now," Katsuki said, sneering at her.

"Excuse me?" Ochako replied, scoffing. "Yeah, cause your sniffling is just so righteous."

"I didn't cheat on my fucking husband."

"I was stuck between a rock and a hard place!"

"And you executed it in the worst way you possibly could've, dipshit."

Ochako got up from her seat.

"You wouldn't know, would you, Katsuki."

"Stop acting like you're all fuckin' misunderstood," Katsuki hissed. "You're just an asshole, Ochako."

Ochako snickered. "At least I was dating him in the first place."
That fucking did it.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?"

"I'm not an idiot, Katsuki. You wanted Izuku just as bad as I did."

"Yeah, and I fucking waited. Can you say the same?"

"I didn't have to wait, can you say the same?" Ochako dragged out her words, as if she was really trying to get it under Katsuki's skin.

And oh, was it working.

Katsuki raised his fist at her, his death stare expanding.

"Motherfucker—"

"Freeze!"

Katsuki's timing was horrible, as an officer who probably just wanted a cup of coffee walked in the second he raised his fist at Ochako.

Katsuki turned around, the anger in his eyes quickly turned to horror.

"Wait, hang on—"

"Arms behind your back! Right now!"

The officer pulled out a pair of handcuffs, reaching for Katsuki's wrists.

"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law."

Katsuki's mind was going at a million miles per hour, his head reeling, eyes holding a terrified expression, as Ochako stood there in shock.

He stood there in handcuffs, muttering various obscenities under his breath as the officer called for backup.

"We're taking you downtown," the officer said with a smirk.

The blonde was nothing shy of pissed the fuck off.

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Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

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Ring…

Ring…

"Hello?" Came a timid, male voice from the phone.

"Yes, this is Izuku Midoriya."

"Uh huh, uh huh."

"Yeah?"

"Arrested?!?"

Izuku walked into the police department, hands shakier than an earthquake, sweating like he just ran a marathon.

There was a young, female receptionist at the front desk, typing up some sort of report.

"Hi, um, is Katsuki Bakugou here?" He said frantically.

The young, tired secretary stopped typing, looked up at him with a furrowed brow.

"Yes, he is," she said, beginning to type again.

"Could—could I visit him?"

"Sir, I'm going to need you to calm down."

He took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions.

"Sorry, but yeah, I need to visit him."

"You'll need to sit down, we'll be with you in a moment."

"O—oh, okay."

Izuku shakily sat down in an open seat, taking out his phone to what felt like a million unopened messages.

NEW NOTIFICATIONS:

Sun, 8:30 AM:

Kirishima:

Do you know what happened to Bakubro??

Sun, 8:33 AM:

Kaminari:

What's up with Bakugou?!!!!??!?!?

Sun, 8:45 AM:

Ochako:

I'm sorry.

He reached for the third message like it was muscle memory, but then remembered what he came for as his thumb hovered over it.

He clicked onto Kirishima's message, frantically typing on his phone.

Sun, 9:03 AM

Izuku:

I don't know!!! I'm at the police station rn, waiting to visit Kacchan. I'll update you with what happens.

Kirishima:

Alright. Take it easy, man.

Minutes felt like hours, and hours felt like years as he sat inside of the gray, cold waiting room.

He anxiously waited for his name to be called out, with a million thoughts accumulating inside of his head at once.

Hopes that maybe this was all just a big misunderstanding, and that Kacchan would run out of one of the dark hallways with a smile on his face, his arms opening to warm embrace.

Other thoughts that Kacchan would be sentenced to life, that Izuku would never get the chance to tell him about his newfound true love for him.

The theories wrapping and twisting around his brain made him shudder in fear, causing his lips to purse and his breath to quicken.

But amidst his woes, he heard an officer call out his name.

"Izuku Midoriya," the big, burly, male officer called out. "You're good to visit now."

"Oh, okay, thank you," Izuku replied, getting up from his seat.

The officer led him into a concrete hallway filled with various holding cells.

There were plenty of people being held, some crying, some snarling at him as he walked by.

But when he got to Kacchan's cell, he was doing nothing.

His face was deadpan as he sat with his arms in his lap, eyes tired, and his fists clenched.

"Bakugou, your visitor is here."

The second Kacchan looked up to see Izuku standing awkwardly, his eyebrows furrowed in a worrisome expression, Kacchan's face lit up.

"Deku?"

"Hi, Kacchan," Izuku said, holding onto one of the metal bars.

Katsuki got up from the bench. "Deku, this is bad. Like, really fucking bad," he exclaimed. "They told me the earliest I'll get out is 4 years, on good behaviour."

"What?!" Izuku exclaimed. "What did you even do?"

Kacchan's face slightly faltered with a worried expression.

"They… They didn't tell you?"

"No, what was it?"

Katsuki's face grew immensely in more fear, as the shaking in his body grew more rampant.

"Kacchan, you're scaring me, what was it? It couldn't be this bad."

Kacchan stayed deadpan, barely reacting to Izuku.

"…Could it?"
Kacchan finally opened his mouth."I tried to punch Ochako."

"You what?!" Izuku yelled.

"I don't fucking know! One moment she was being a total dick, the next my fist was raised, the next I was in handcuffs."

"Kacchan, why would you do that! You don't have to do things on my behalf!"

Izuku could hear his heart beating faster and faster in his ears as he paced around the hallway.

"If you knew what she was saying—"
"I don't care! You know how bad this is for you? You could lose your job!"

"I know that, Deku—"

"Kacchan, this is worse than bad! This could ruin your life!"

"Deku—"

"Oh my god, what are we gonna do?! I—"

"Deku!" Kacchan exclaimed.

"What!" Izuku cried out, his pacing coming to a pitstop.

"They also said that I could pay a fine of ¥500,000 and be on probation."

"Okay, then do that!"
"Deku, I don't just have ¥500,000 that I can just pull out of my ass. I'm in a bit of a lose-lose situaton right now."

Izuku stared at Kacchan with a dissapointed expression, pursing his lips in anguish.

He sighed. "So what happens now?" He asked, resting a hand on one of the metal bars.

Kacchan sat in thought for a moment, seeming unsure of what to say.

"I… I guess I'll just take the 4 years," Katsuki sighed, sitting back down.

"Really? You're just gonna give up that easily?"

"Well, if you have a better fucking idea, Deku, I'd love to hear it."

The security guard behind Izuku's walkie talkie started to go off, before the guard walked up to Izuku.

"Hey, visit's over. You only get 15 minutes."

"Oh, ok. Bye, Kacchan."

"Farewell, Deku."

Kacchan's tone stuck in Izuku's head as he left the concrete hallways, with his arms hugging his ribs.

And once again, he didn't know if he'd ever come back.