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When the call came from his agent, Izuku was sitting in his favorite coffee shop, attempting to read over a script for an upcoming play; though he'd compulsively checked his phone every few minutes because truth be told, he was hoping for that call. He’d recently been through several rounds of auditions for the lead role in a new series, one that would possibly change his life and career. And he really wanted the job, even though they told you to never want it too bad.
He was just about to call it a wash and admit to himself that due to the distraction, he couldn’t retain anything he was reading. He began to pack up his stuff, when he heard his phone buzz and he halted, immediately. When he saw ‘Toshinori’ blink across the screen, he gasped, quickly clapping a hand over his mouth and sheepishly looking around the shop to apologize with his eyes to anyone he’d disturbed. But the place was practically empty. He answered the phone with a shaky, yet professional ‘hello.’
“Young Midoriya! They want you. For the lead in the hero drama!” Toshinori didn’t beat around the bush and Izuku could hear the pride in his voice. He’d believed in Izuku when no other agent had seemed to and it meant everything to him.
“Are you serious?!” Izuku squealed, though he knew Toshinori had no reason to lie.
“Filming starts in two weeks in Hakone. Housing will be provided. I’ll email you all the details, of course, so look out for that. It’ll have the contract and all that important stuff. But for now, take the time to celebrate!”
“I will.”
Izuku hadn’t realized, but he’d jumped to standing in his excitement. The baristas stared at him with amusement, but they were used to him and his outbursts by now. It wasn’t the first time he’d received a job offer in their midst.
He rapidly lost every interest in studying the play he’d been ‘reading’ and became entirely focused on the drama at hand. He pulled out the sides he’d gotten at the last audition and thumbed through the pages excitedly.
The story was about two superheroes, Deku and Kacchan, who worked as a team, fighting nefarious villains together. They were also a couple. He found the premise a little cheesy, but it had heart! The dialogue was well-written and the characters were interesting and fleshed-out, with great dynamics. It was a story filled with intrigue, excitement, danger, romance! Plus, heroes were all the rage.
He pulled the pages from his backpack and leafed through them, getting goosebumps at the prospect. The lead! He was playing a lead role in a new drama series! He hadn’t asked which role, Deku or Kacchan. He’d read for both. They seemed pretty balanced as far as screen time, with Deku possibly being considered the main protagonist. Kacchan was his foil; not only a love interest but a rival. It was a 'rivals to lovers’ tale akin to the types he’d enjoyed watching with his mom on TV as a kid. And now he’d be in one.
Izuku paused when he came to the neon yellow bits of the sides; the lines he’d highlighted from his final audition: a chemistry read. With his ex-boyfriend, Katsuki. The process had been strenuous enough without the added stress of reading an intense, romantic, life or death scene across from those smoldering red eyes he knew all too well.
Izuku’s stomach flipped as he remembered the encounter. At first, he’d been worried that Katsuki would try to sabotage his audition, but then he’d quickly felt guilty for the thought, as it would most assuredly mean sabotaging the audition for himself too. And Katsuki would never do that. Katsuki was a professional. Hell, he was a star.
Toshinori hadn’t mentioned who Izuku’s co-stars would be and he hadn’t asked. He supposed the cast information, as well as his own role, would be outlined in the forthcoming email. But a burst of panic shot through Izuku at his newest thought. What if Katsuki did get the role opposite me?
He brushed the thought aside, unwilling to consider the implications of that scenario just yet, and texted his mom and his friends, Ochako and Tenya, happy to bask in their undying support.
“Oh, Izuku, I’m so proud of you!” His mom shouted with glee over the phone as he walked to the train station.
“Thanks, mom. I’m really excited.”
“Well, you’ve worked so hard. It’s nice to see that finally paying off.”
“Yeah,” Izuku agreed.
They didn’t talk about how so many times before his mother had urged him to give up on his dreams of becoming an actor. After so much rejection, she’d told him her heart couldn’t take it, no matter how much he assured her it was all part of the job, that he’d developed a thick skin…that what he needed from her was not practicality or worry. He’d needed her to believe in him. Now at least, after several successes, she did.
Like Katsuki did, once upon a time, he thought. And he couldn’t help that his mind wandered to the husky voice, chiseled physique, surprisingly soft spiky ash-blonde hair, intense crimson eyes, and the fiery, bombastic spirit that still had his entire heart.
**** 🎬
Katsuki blinked his long blonde lashes at the screen several times as he read the name at the top of the cast list. His co-star.
Midoriya Izuku.
He read it again. Yep. Still the same bold type glaring up at him from his laptop
‘My Hero’
Principle Cast—
Deku: Midoriya Izuku
Kacchan: Bakugou Katsuki
Fuck.
Katsuki buried his head in his hands and took a deep breath. It should come as no surprise, really. Izuku had fucking killed it in the audition and despite their history together it had been fun to play opposite him. In what had been a chemistry read, there was no denying they had it—chemistry.
Until that day though, they hadn’t seen each other for several years and the last time had been a shouting match full of tears and pleas and kisses and regrets and misunderstanding and heartbreak. Katsuki’s heart ached to remember it because at the end of the day, at the end of it all, Katsuki still loved Izuku.
So then, how was he supposed to fucking do this? Act in a drama with the love of his life who didn’t love him anymore (and for good reason because he’d fucked it up)? The script was full of intimate moments and passionate declarations of affection amidst dangerous battles. Sure, it was all heightened language and ridiculous scenarios, but that part, the love part , hit way too close to home.
It would either be incredibly cathartic or absolutely brutal on Katsuki’s heart. It wouldn’t be easy, but he’d find a way to work through it, to not make it awkward or uncomfortable for Izuku because Izuku deserved this role and Katsuki was fucking proud of him, even if he didn’t deserve to be, after everything.
He did his best not to replay the events of their awful break-up in his mind or dwell on the litany of grievances Izuku had every right to hold against him. Katsuki huffed, shrugged his jacket on, and shouldered his gym bag, doing the best thing he knew to do in a troubling situation: work out. He texted his friend, Kirishima, asking him to meet. Because he needed a spotter, not because he needed to air out his feelings about his relationship with Izuku. Not because his heart was already hurting.
“Bro, congratulations! The protag in a drama, that’s awesome!” said his friend as they worked through their warm-up routine together.
“Deuteragonist,” Katsuki corrected.
“Still! That’s impressive. And a hero show? You’ll have tons of cool fight scenes. No wonder you wanted to hit the gym right away. I bet you’ll have a special training regimen again like when you did that samurai movie!”
“It’s a romance too.”
“Ha! Jackpot! So you’ll get to make out with someone hot!”
Katsuki fought the urge to roll his eyes. He was sick of explaining to his non-actor friends that it wasn’t usually very sexy to film a sex scene and that it was all just part of the job. Though there were far too many examples of couples who’d gotten together after co-starring for his argument to be perfectly sound. Then there was the matter at hand.
“Yeah, I will,” Katsuki replied. “With Izuku.” Kirishima tilted his head to the side as he attempted to place the name and Katsuki watched in silence as the realization dawned on his friend’s face.
“Wait, your Izuku? Midoriya?”
Katsuki nodded. “Yes. But he’s not my Izuku. Not anymore.”
And here it was, the reason Kirishima was his best friend. He gave Katsuki a hearty clap on the back, a toothy smile and a, “that’s rough bro, but hey, maybe it’ll be a good opportunity for you to reconnect!” And that was it. End of fucking discussion, for now. No plea to further explore his feelings or prying for reminders as to why the two had broken up in the first place. Just rock-solid support. He tossed Katsuki a fresh towel to wipe his sweaty brow and then they moved together to the weight room, Kirishima offering to spot him before Katsuki even had to ask.
Katsuki would talk when he was ready, not a minute before, and it was obviously a ‘blow off some steam at the gym first, talk later,’ kind of day. So that’s what they did. Kirishima understood. Katsuki thought Kirishima understood him better than anyone, save for Izuku, back when Izuku was around to understand him.
***** 🎬
Hakone was gorgeous in a way that exceeded all of Izuku’s expectations. He’d visited before, with Katsuki, actually-a thought that made his heart speed up—but the prospect of staying here for a month, all expenses paid, while doing his dream job? Nothing compared or prepared him for it.
The actor housing was a quaint little cliffside inn with romantic charm and traditional design, though Izuku learned it had only recently been built. He brought his luggage to his room and laid out on the bed like a starfish, basking in the cool softness of the sheets and the luxury of a queen size bed all his own. The view outside his window was incredible. Mountains draped in swaths of foggy mist and the cable car that transported people to and fro for maximum sight-seeing effect. In the distance, a perfect view of Mount Fuji. Where he’d also gone with Katuski once or twice, but now was not the time to dwell on that.
Izuku headed down to the lobby cafe for a quick tea after his check-in. He was just pouring his first cup of gunpowder green when a familiar, gruff voice called his name.
“Izuku.”
“Oh. Katsuki. Hi,” he replied, feeling the blush crawl immediately over his cheeks. He cursed the fact that he’d just taken a bite of mochi and he swallowed it down with a sip of tea. He wiped his face with a napkin and did his best not to appear flustered, though his heart had jumped to his throat.
“How are you?” Katsuki asked. Small talk.
Izuku stood and the two men greeted each other in an almost hug that couldn’t have lasted more than a second, but still long enough to send a jolt of electricity through him.
“Good. Good,” replied Izuku. He tried to appear casual, but he felt awkward.
Katsuki's hands plunged into the pockets of his sweatpants- he always did manage to somehow make sweats look like high fashion- and he nodded his head, even as he gazed at the floor.
“This shoot should be fun,” Katsuki said. Izuku detected no sarcasm, but he couldn’t be sure.
“Yeah,” he agreed.
“Well…it’s good to see you, Izuku.”
“We’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.”
“Yeah.”
***** 🎬
Explosions snapped around them courtesy of the special effects team, some meant to be the aftermath of Katsuki’s character’s superpower and others the result of the villains they were fighting. The blend of both practical and digital effects was meant to make it all more visceral for the viewers.
“Kacchan! Look out!” Izuku called, ducking punches and delivering kicks of his own towards an onslaught of stunt people who somersaulted past him with a deftness and skill he admired.
“I got this, nerd, look out yourself, for once!” called Katsuki, leaping over a pile of fallen debris before taking a purposeful tumble onto the large blue mat and jumping back to standing, striking a heroic pose.
“Gah!” Izuku balked, reacting to a blow in the gut, falling backward with flailing arms until-
“Deku!” Katsuki cried as he reached for Izuku’s wrist and caught him just in time and pulled him in his arms.
“I’m alright, Kacchan. I’m with you.”
Katsuki held Izuku close and brushed his unruly hair out of his face, gazing down at him with loving, relieved eyes. A look that Izuku returned .
“Cut!” called the director. Torino Sorahiko, (known simply as Gran Torino due to his affinity for American films) was tough but warm and he knew how to get what he wanted out of actors, pushing them to make bold choices and think outside the box. He beamed at both Katsuki and Izuku as they moved apart and reset for the scene, stretching, reviewing their lines, taking a moment to rest. They’d already done several takes of this scene. “Do you believe this chemistry?” Gran Torino added to the makeup assistant, Mina, just loud enough for Katsuki to hear. She nodded in agreement as she summoned Izuku towards her. He needed touch-ups on his wounds.
Katsuki let out a quiet, ‘tch.’ upon hearing the comment. Chemistry. Gran Torino-san didn’t know that half of it. Katsuki wasn’t about to tell him either unless they wanted the whole shoot to become about their past relationship.
“Didn’t they used to date?” asked one of the PAs, as if on cue, as she handed out teas and coffees to the cast and crew.
Katsuki felt the air leave the room and his body.
“That’s old news, we’ve moved on,” Katsuki said warily, eyeing Izuku in his periphery.
“Well no wonder you guys click, then!” Gran Torino replied, jovially. “Oh, unless…sorry if there’s bad blood.” He looked between them expectantly. Too expectantly.
“There’s not,” Izuku piped up. “No bad blood. We met in drama school and well, Katsuki-kun is amazing! He got some really great opportunities in Hollywood when we were young and with the long distance, the scheduling, and everything, it just didn’t work out for us, that’s all. It really wasn’t very serious.”
Wasn’t very serious?
Katsuki had a little velvet box with a gold band inside that begged to differ. He tried his best to ignore the absolute gut punch, while also recognizing it was good for both of them if they stuck to this cover story. Izuku had always been a talented improviser. Still, Katsuki couldn’t help but wonder if this was really how Izuku felt about their time together.
“Right,” Katsuki agreed, lingering on Izuku’s green eyes that gave away nothing. Fuck, but he was a good actor. And what he’d said had been rooted in half-truths, anyway. Katsuki’s career had taken off fresh out of drama school and he had taken jobs in L.A. Hell, Izuku had encouraged him to take them.
One gig turned into another and when Izuku came to visit, things had unraveled between them. Izuku seemed changed, less confident rather than more, despite some prominent roles back home in Japan, and he appeared on edge. Katsuki had accused him of being jealous of his career and that had been the final nail.
“Alright, back to one,” Gran Torino called, bringing Katsuki out of his reverie. He jumped up and down a few times to get the blood pumping and then—“ACTION!”
***** 🎬
The beer and the conversation flowed freely in the hotel bar, later into the night than was strictly advisable considering he had to be up early for training in the morning. Nonetheless, after a successful two weeks of shooting, the mood was celebratory and the connections made with coworkers was one of Izuku’s favorite things about working on something new.
“...No, no, that’s why I’d never work like that again. It was a nightmare!” the sound mixer named Jirou was saying. Izuku nodded along but was only half paying attention, there were too many conversations going on at once and he was trying to be a part of all of them.
“At least you know your worth,” said Mina, from makeup.
“Exactly.”
“Speaking of someone who’s always known his worth,” Jirou nodded to where Katsuki sat at the other end of the table.
“He’s perfect for this role! Though he’s much mellower than I expected, given all the gossip. He gets around, ya know! A K-pop star, a footballer, that model!”
“I mean, if I were a guy and had the opportunity, I wouldn’t say no.” The two women dissolved into giggles and fervent nods of agreement.
Izuku’s face grew hot. He cleared his throat absent-mindedly and took a long sip of his beer, suddenly wishing he could be anywhere else.
“Um, oh. Sorry, Midoriya. You two used to date, right,” Mina said. She looked at him like she had a million questions, mostly on the inappropriate side, but luckily she kept them to herself.
“It’s fine,” Izuku replied. Lied. He hated thinking of Katsuki with anyone else, but it was difficult to ignore his exploits when they were often plastered across fan magazines and websites. That doesn’t mean any of them were real, he thought. He knew how the PR machine worked. Still, it was something he’d rather not think about. His own dates had been few and far between and nothing very lasting.
Izuku tried not to feel jealous at the sight of Katsuki down at the other end of the table, clearly in deep conversation with several of the crew members. He knew Katsuki had worked with a number of them before on previous projects and so of course they were extra friendly. But Izuku longed to know what made Katsuki’s eyebrows scrunch up with interest and made him talk so animatedly.
He’d spent the whole day filming with Katsuki, many moments right up close, acting like a happy hero couple, and yet here they were off-screen, feeling just as far apart as they’d been for the past few years. It wasn’t until now that he realized just how much he’d been hoping things would change, that they’d maybe actually talk again on friendly ground. And it wasn’t until someone called him out, that he realized he’d been staring.
“He’s handsome right?” said the man next to him, propping his elbows up on the table so he could rest his chin on his palms. Aoyama Yuga, Izuku thought his name was. He worked as a gaffer. A flamboyant character with a very bright personality that ‘cannot stop twinking’, he’d say.
“Oh,” Izuku responded, heat rising in his face. “Katsuki looks like he could use another drink, that’s all. You do too. I know I need one,” he offered weakly. A bad excuse, but he was an actor, after all. And although Aoyama wasn’t one, he acted like he believed Izuku and happily accepted the promise of another beverage.
Izuku swayed slightly as he stood up. Another drink was really the last thing he needed at this time of night when he should be winding down, but he had to follow through, dammit. Like hell he’d admit to anyone here he’d been staring at Katsuki because there were still very real feelings there and that working together only served to agitate them. He was a professional here to do a job and that was it. If he could use the stirred up feelings in his performance, great, otherwise there was no room for them.
Katsuki looked up at him in surprise as Izuku hovered over him, drink extended towards him.
“You were empty,” Izuku explained, setting the drink down on the table in front of him when Katsuki didn’t take it.
“Uh, thanks, Izuku, but I was just about to head up to bed actually. Big day tomorrow. Early training.”
“I have early training too,” he replied, feeling defiant all of a sudden.
“Then you should know better,” answered Katsuki, with a yawn. He pushed the drink across the table to Kaminari Denki, one of the electricians he’d met on a previous film. “This one’s on Izuku,” he said with a nod. Kaminari waved at him with an approving smile.
Katsuki stood and stretched, clapped Izuku on the back, offering a light squeeze to the shoulder, which was just enough to send him into an internal fit. Why was he like this? How could he allow this man to get under his skin again? And so quickly? Suddenly, Izuku felt his legs buckle beneath him and he swayed, right into Katsuki’s arms.
“Hey? Woah, you okay? Were you seriously gonna have another?”
“I’m not drunk,” Izuku answered, even as the room spun slightly.
“You’re slurring,” Katsuki said. God, but he sounded so disapproving. Izuku hated that. He wanted to argue but something clicked in his brain that told him it wouldn’t help his case. “Let’s get you to bed, huh?”
“Huh?” Izuku repeated.
“Come on, I’ll go up with you. Make sure you get tucked in.”
Izuku’s heart lept. What was Katsuki saying? He could have sworn he saw Katsuki turn and wink at Kaminari.
“Hey, we’re heading to bed,” Katsuki announced. “Early call time.”
Everyone nodded in understanding as if the majority of them didn’t also have one tomorrow and every day during the shoot. Izuku allowed Katsuki to guide him out of the bar towards the elevator, hand hovering just at the small of his back. What the hell?
“Katsuki, what are you doing?” he asked as they exited the elevator.
Katsuki shrugged. “What? I want my rest. You need yours too.”
“No, I mean why were you talking like that, and in front of everyone? Tucking me in? Really?”
“I’m just teasing you, Izuku.”
“Well don’t. You can’t…say things like that.”
“Why not?” Katsuki asked, moving in closer. Too close.
“Because I don’t like it!” Izuku yelled. He liked it too much. “And I’m not drunk.” He pointed a finger and poked at Katsuki’s chest.
“But you’re tipsy.” Katsuki grabbed Izuku’s finger and held onto it loosely.
“I’m…”
“Look, I don’t want a scene partner who’s hungover. I need you at your best,” he said. “One of us has to take this seriously.”
“Excuse me?!” Izuku’s face grew hot and he felt angry tears building behind his eyes. At least Katsuki had the decency to look conciliatory, but it was too late.
“Izuku, I’m sorry, that’s not what I—”
“You think I don’t take this seriously? What, because I’m not as successful as you? I’m still just an amateur in your eyes, is that it? Fuck you, Katsuki!”
“No, Izuku—”
“We can’t all be hot shit like you! Some of us actually have to work hard, not just rely on our pretty faces,” growled Izuku, shocking himself even as the words spilled forth. Katsuki pulled back with a sigh.
“I’m going to bed. Goodnight, Izuku. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And Izuku heard the door slam down the hall, even as he stood in front of his own room with the tears finally falling.
***** 🎬
Katsuki was a true idiot, that much he knew for certain. He’d fucked up everything with Izuku before, so of course, he was doing it again. He’d been handed a golden opportunity to forge a new path with the man he still very much adored and instead, he’d chosen to act cold, aloof, and arrogant, when really all he wanted was to make Izuku happy.
Shit shit shit shit shit.
He rubbed his hands over his face as he lay awake, replaying their disastrous interaction over and over again until he started fading in and out of consciousness, but then he was met with images of them tearing through debris and rubble, bouncing from rooftops, dressed as heroes, loving each other.
“Kacchan is amazing! I love you, Kacchan!” Izuku crooned, leaning into Katsuki’s chest.
“Stupid Deku, don’t you know you’ll always be mine” admonished Katsuki, lovingly, as he grabbed Izuku’s face and claimed him with a deep kiss.
His alarm jolted Katsuki awake much too soon and he cursed everything, but mostly himself as he dressed for the training in his preferred basic black sweats. He filled his water bottle and ordered a coffee in the lobby before heading out to the gym.
He nearly turned to bite the head off of someone unfortunate enough to tap him on the shoulder as he waited for his Americano, but that someone was Izuku and he immediately softened at the big green eyes gazing at him with something like embarrassment.
“I wanted to say, ‘I’m sorry.’ You were right, I guess I did have a little too much last night. I’m not hungover though, thank goodness.”
“Izuku. I’m the one who should be sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m over it. I was just feeling…”
“What?”
“Emotional.”
“Well, I didn’t accept your drink last night, so how about I buy you a coffee this morning.”
“I already had tea in my room, but I’ll wait with you and we can walk over together. If that’s okay.”
“Tch, why wouldn’t it be?”
“You tell me.”
So, they’d made amends from last night but the cavern between them was more than one petty tipsy argument. The tension certainly hadn't lifted. Katsuki felt it permeate the very air around them as they walked to the gym complex in total silence. Maybe Izuku had only offered an apology to make the work less awkward. Even so, would that even be successful?
Things had been going fine on camera, at least. Yes, pressing up against each other in faux battles, shouting lines of admiration, and looking at each other with loving eyes was doing a number on Katsuki, but he’d so far been able to handle it and the work wasn’t suffering. It was a pleasure to immerse himself in the explosive hero character. Embodying Kacchan allowed him to blow up in ways he rarely did in real life. That part was satisfying.
The training went well, Katsuki thought, with each of them doing their own stretches and warm-ups before the fight choreographer arrived to review the day’s work. It was meant to be a full day of fight scenes, but when they got to set, it was a different story.
“We had to move the schedule around a bit,” said Gran Torino as he sipped a coffee and bit into a taiyaki. Katsuki shuddered thinking of all the sugar in the morning, but to each his own, really. “We’ll be filming episode ten, pages fifteen and sixteen.”
Katsuki consulted his script. A love scene. Shit. He and Izuku locked eyes for a brief instant before each of them turned away with slightly redder faces. You knew this was part of it, Katsuki reminded himself. Be professional, dammit. It’s just like any other scene. Didn’t you just tell Eijiro that these weren’t particularly sexy, anyhow?
Sure, filming sex scenes wasn’t particularly sexy with the crew watching and the creative ways in which they covered their private parts were usually funnier than anything. Oftentimes Katsuki was in these scenes with women, who didn’t interest him in the least. But filming one with Izuku? He suddenly felt extremely insecure.
***** 🎬
Izuku gulped. Just because he knew this was required of him for the job, it didn’t make it any easier. He had relatively little experience with love scenes outside of the theatre and those had been relatively tame. He’d been dreading this moment, but he’d be lying if he said there wasn’t a part of him that didn’t mind having an excuse to be close to Katsuki, miming the throes of passion. He cursed himself for thinking such embarrassing things about his work, for god’s sake, but he wasn’t thinking it on purpose. This was the occupational hazard of working with an ex, especially one you still wanted.
Izuku dressed in his costume or undressed, rather, and he attempted to hold himself proudly and hold himself together as they set the scene. He lay back on top of a pile of soft cushions and they tested the light around him as Katsuki sauntered in. Izuku’s heart nearly burst from his chest as a shirtless Katsuki slid on top of him, a stoic expression on his face.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” Izuku answered, his voice shakier than he cared to admit. It was hard to ignore the fact that Katsuki’s dick was covered in a fluffy black modesty sock with little orange X’s sewed on. A gag gift from his crew friends, no doubt, but one he’d clearly accepted. It was both hilarious and simply too much for Izuku to handle. He himself had been giving pretty standard briefs to wear.
“Turn to your left a little, Katsuki. There you go. Izuku, put your right hand on the side of Katsuki’s head…other side, perfect.”
They held like that for a moment, before Gran Torino called ‘Action,’ and it was a moment filled with hundreds of unsaid things, untapped feelings. Even though it was all completely fabricated, it felt so real to Izuku, muscle memory from their years together. They’d been close like this before, so many times, in earnest, and acting or not, feeling Katsuki’s skin pressed against his made Izuku long to have it in earnest again.
Oh, God. No, no, no, no, no no !
Izuku’s body was betraying him. As Katsuki whispered his lines, soothing words of love, in his ear and ran his big hands over his torso, all for the camera to capture, Izuku felt a familiar twitch between his thighs. There was no denying, he was on his way to getting hard. And that could absolutely not happen. He’d have to break before that occurred. He could always corpse, break out into laughter so they had to call ‘cut’ but dammit, it seemed shitty to pretend to corpse. This was people’s time and they were on a strict schedule already.
‘I love you, Kacchan, we’ll always be the best duo,’ said Izuku, pulling Katsuki’s lips to his, hovering there ( oh god ) before taking the plunge. More intense than the one they’d filmed before, much longer, and with much fewer clothes between them.
Izuku tried his best to think of the least sexy things he could, like falling off a cliff, the ear-infection medicine he’d had to take as a kid, cleaning out his cat’s litter box. He prayed these decidedly unsexy thoughts weren’t showing on his face, ruining the performance. He needed to be truthful in the scene but being too truthful would mean a disaster.
He knew he was sweating profusely and hopefully, he wasn’t too shiny for the camera. They’d have to cut and come fix his makeup surely and then they’d have to do this whole thing over again. Oh god, he hadn’t even considered the fact that of course, they needed to do multiple takes, multiple angles, shit, shit, shit, shit shit, so unprofessional. Maybe Izuku just wasn’t cut out for this.
“Cut!” shouted Gran Torino. “That was beautiful! We need one more just like that from the other side and then we’re golden.”
Huh, thought Izuku, Gran Torino was pleased with that? I was barely holding myself together, certainly not making any great choices about my performance.
Katsuki jumped off of Izuku and moved away, stretching, shaking it off. Obviously, he wouldn’t want to be pressed up against Izuku for any more than was necessary either. At least, Izuku’s worst fear hadn’t come to fruition, so that was a blessing. He’d willed himself out of it, thank god. He felt a little more relaxed for the second take. But still, as his lips met Katsuki’s, his heart fluttered, his thoughts roamed. It ached, his heart. God, he missed this, missed Katsuki. He so wished it could be real.
When they cut again, Izuku had tears in his eyes. Fuck. Decidedly less embarrassing than an erection, but still.
“Izuku,” Katsuki said softly, eyes boring into him. He looked genuinely concerned and hadn't lept off of him so quickly, like the first time.
“I’m alright, I just got a little caught up,” he replied, wiping the tears with the back of his hand. Katsuki moved as Izuku sat up and they waited for further instructions. Katsuki was quiet, but his eyes didn’t leave him. “What?” Izuku challenged.
Katsuki shook his head, then finally moved away.
“We got what we needed here, let’s break for an hour and we’ll meet on Lot A for the cable car fight,” said Gran Torino. The crew was already dismantling this area of the set to get ready for the next thing.
“I’m gonna get a coffee,” said Katsuki. “Wanna come?”
Izuku froze. Yes, of course, he did. He couldn’t speak, just nodded, and followed Katsuki, who was putting on sweatpants and an orange hoodie: one Izuku had given him.
The PA handed Izuku a robe with the ‘My Hero’ logo on it, which he gladly shrugged into and they made their way to craft services together.
“You still have that sweatshirt,” Izuku remarked as he scanned the array of snacks, taking some melon and cheese onto a small plate. He wasn’t all that hungry, but who knew when they’d get another proper break.
“Yeah, well it’s a good one. I wasn’t about to discard it. Just cuz you discarded me.” Katsuki mumbled the last bit under his breath. Then, “Do you still take your coffee with too much fucking sugar?”
Izuku blinked in hurt and disbelief at the comment. “What did you just say?”
“I said do you still put too much sugar in your damn coffee?”
“Not that part! You…you think I discarded you?”
“Yeah, well we aren’t together anymore, are we?” muttered Katsuki.
“That’s not what—” Izuku choked, at a loss for how to continue. Where the hell was this coming from? Hadn’t Katsuki just asked him to grab coffee with him. Did he really still think about their break up like this?
“No, I get it, Izuku. I was a real asshole back then, right? Arrogant, cocky, all that shit. Here,” he said, pressing a coffee into Izuku’s hand. Absent-mindedly, Izuku took a sip. It was too fucking sweet.
“Actually, I don’t take any sugar in my coffee anymore. Just a little milk. And you’d know that if you hadn’t ghosted me. I tried to reach out to you, Katsuki, even after, I did. But, I heard nothing from you!”
“When you left L.A., you said ‘don’t contact me again,’ so I didn’t,” Katsuki said, shrugging. Like it was nothing. Like it was really that simple.
“Yeah, I said that because I was mad, Katsuki, not because that’s what I wanted.”
“Well, you sure fooled me, Izuku. Some of us don’t say things we don’t mean.”
“Uhhhh…guys. Are you okay?” Izuku turned from Katsuki’s fearsome face to see Sato, the head Craft Services staring at them.
Katsuki walked away, leaving Izuku to clean up the mess. As usual, Izuku thought.
***** 🎬
Tears stung Katsuki’s eyes as he admonished himself for being an idiot for what had to be the millionth time in just these few very short, long weeks. What the hell was he thinking, yelling at Izuku like that? Well, clearly, he wasn’t, thinking.
Great plan to win him back, Katsuki, stellar stuff, he should jump into your arms in no time. Maybe all he knew how to do when it came to Izuku was alienate him. Where the fuck had all that come from? The swirl of emotion from filming the sex scene had clearly addled his brain. Too many bad feelings and too many good ones, all of them bubbling up and over, exploding outward.
And shit, he’d nearly gotten an erection. That would have been a nightmare scenario from which there could be no return. At least Izuku hadn’t seemed to notice or pretended not to, oh god that was somehow worse! He just needed to make it through the rest of this damn day and then he’d figure out something, some sort of apology worthy of Izuku. Katsuki didn’t want to just say the words and have them ring hollow. He needed to show Izuku, through his actions, just how sorry he was and how much he still cared, even if it meant being rejected. Izuku at least deserved to know how Katsuki truly felt. He didn’t deserve whatever the hell that just was.
***** 🎬
Izuku sighed with relaxed pleasure as he entered the area near the onsen, grateful for the warmth and quiet. He liked the feeling of the stones against his bare feet and the softness of the towel slung loosely at his hips. After the day he’d had, he needed this time to decompress and he’d do his best to relish it. But as he turned a corner he froze at the sight of someone already sitting in the bath. Katsuki. Izuku’s face and mood fell instantly. So much for relaxation.
“Oh,” he sighed. He hated the way his body tensed, that Katsuki even had this power over him at all, but it was undeniable that he did, even after today. Especially after today. “I’ll go.”
Izuku turned to leave, his face growing red, whether from the steam or from the presence of the other man, he wasn’t sure. Okay, that was a lie. He knew full well.
“Stay,” Katsuki said; his voice gruff, yet gentle in a way that sent goosebumps over Izuku’s skin. A tone that held so many memories. Good memories. Izuku felt Katsuki’s red eyes boring into his back. He turned, bracing himself for the sight of a naked Katsuki, expecting to see him rising from the water to give him his space, but he hadn’t budged.
Izuku’s heart pounded at the thought of sitting in the bath with Katsuki. He not only felt exposed because he was about to get naked, but because he was certain Katsuki could see right through him, into him, sessing that his thoughts were still filled with him. Their kiss earlier, that scene . It hadn’t all been acting. Not to Izuku. He wasn’t ready to face the consequences should Katsuki figure that out. They still had so many more scenes to film. And Katsuki had started a fight with him, why?! Ugh! Opportunity be damned, maybe he should never have taken this job. Was it too late to back out? It would be unfair for the cast and crew if he did. Surely he’d never get another chance like this one if he quit in the middle of the shoot.
“Oi!”
“Huh?”
“Are you getting in or what, nerd?”
Izuku gave a weak smile and turned his back as he removed his towel.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Katsuki muttered. “I’m about to see it all anyway, aren’t I? I’ve seen it before, ya know.”
“Yes, I know,” Izuku answered, trying to hide the ache in his voice. “I’d still prefer some privacy.”
He heard the shift of the water and peeking over his shoulder, Izuku saw Katsuki turn his body away, resting his head and arms on the ledge. Izuku smiled in spite of himself. It felt like an olive branch of sorts, and Izuku folded his towel and neatly placed it to the side before stepping into the bath.
“You can turn around again,” Izuku offered when he felt he was properly submerged. Katsuki did and their eyes met briefly before Izuku had to look down, away, the ferocity and fire threatening to burn straight through him, otherwise. Izuku moved his hand through the water creating little ripples around him, breathing in the steam, still attempting to relax despite the proximity of Katsuki.
They didn’t speak. Katsuki leaned back against the ledge and closed his eyes with a deep sigh, so Izuku did the same. If he ignored the fact that a naked Katsuki was nearly within arm’s reach, he found he could relax, and the steam eased some of the tension he’d been holding.
Izuku did his best to meditate, to focus on his breath and let the weather of his thoughts pass him by the occasional white fluffy cloud of a memory or a task that needed doing, but then lightning struck as he landed on the events of the day, filming such an intense, romantic scene with Katsuki. A storm of feeling threatened him as he recalled the dramatic dialogue and the feel of Kacchan’s warm lips on his. All too inviting and familiar. And then the storm of their fight afterwards.
“Hey,” Katsuki whispered, bringing Izuku back to reality. Katsuki shifted his body, moving slightly closer. Izuku bristled, pressing his back against the ledge. He inhaled sharply. “I won’t bite,” said Katsuki, stopping short when he noticed Izuku’s discomfort. “Though, as I recall, you used to like it when I did.”
“Katsuki,” he said firmly. About as firm as jelly.
“What? Don’t you ever think of all the good times we had?”
All the damn time, that’s the problem, Izuku thought.
“Of course I do,” answered Izuku, blushing furiously. Thank god for the excuse of the heated pool.
“Me too,” Katsuki replied. “Listen, I’m so sorry for what I said today. I was being a petty dick.”
“Yeah, you were,” Izuku agreed, but he offered a grin. His own olive branch.
“Actually, I’m sorry for everything,” continued Katsuki. “I’ve missed you, Izuku.” And it sounded so sincere, Izuku wanted to believe him. But Katsuki was a great actor, wasn’t he? Katusuki moved closer still, a few inches only, but enough to send Izuku’s heart into a frenzy.
“You know, honestly...sometimes...I don’t even remember why we broke up, not really,” Izuku admitted. “I just know I was mad because that’s easy.” He spoke quietly. Katsuki seemed to take that as a signal to continue moving closer. Izuku wanted to regret his statement and would have immediately had Katsuki not slid right up next to him, bare thighs touching underneath the warm water. His defenses fell away, little by little. Had there ever been defenses?
“Me neither,” said Katsuki. “Stupid, childish reasons.”
Izuku nodded and closed his eyes. He tilted his head back, just so. It was an invitation. One Katsuki would recognize and Izuku knew the gesture would mean Katsuki’s lips on his neck. Knew or hoped. They were one and the same. And he wasn’t disappointed.
Katsuki indeed showered light kisses on Izuku’s skin, now and then grazing his freckled skin with his teeth, leaving little nicks that sent waves of desire all through Izuku, who couldn't help the small groans of pleasure that escaped him. And before he knew it, Katsuki had him enveloped in a tight embrace, their bodies pressed together, the absolute bliss of this skin to skin contact sending Izuku into a kind of delirium. He’d played this type of scenario in his head numerous times since Katsuki had wandered out of his life, never expecting him to wander back in.
“Katsuki, what are we do—?”
“Izuku. I want you,” Katsuki answered steadily, sweeping a thumb across Izuku’s temple and pressing a feather-light kiss there. Izuku shivered. He could indeed feel that Katsuki wanted him, the growing evidence more than clear, and his own interest was surely obvious too.
He didn’t have time to contemplate what this would mean for them, for their relationship, the work; Katsuki’s mouth was on his, fervid and deep. Izuku couldn’t resist, didn’t want to resist. He sank into it with a kind of relief, years of tension and hurt and longing melting away with each very real kiss. Izuku felt that surely heaven existed and he was in it.
***** 🎬
Katsuki ’s heart raced as he pulled Izuku along the dimly lit hallway towards his room. This was happening, really happening. It wasn’t just some conjuring of his heat-soaked imagination. He could hardly believe it; Izuku back in his arms after so long. He wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, it was so overwhelming. And to think, before tonight he’d given up hope of ever reconnecting with him.
As soon as he opened the door, Izuku pounced on him, pushing him against it with a strength Katsuki didn’t recognize, but sure as hell welcomed. Katsuki felt torn between wanting to pause to relish the moment and the urgent desire that spurred him on, willing him to never let go of this man again.
Katsuki gained the upper hand, pulling Izuku’s legs up around him as they continued to kiss with Izuku’s back against the door. Almost unconsciously, Katsuki drifted in towards the center of the room until he was close enough to toss Izuku down onto the bed. He immediately crawled over him, pinning his wrists with a firm grip and grinning wildly as he kissed up and down Izuku’s torso, dusting every freckle with his lips.
“Katsuki.” Izuku’s voice was wrecked and needy. Katsuki knew that tone so well; he’d missed it so much.
“I’m right here,” he said. He pushed Izuku’s unruly curls away from his increasingly sweaty forehead, kissing the soft skin there.
“I need,” Izuku whimpered. Soft, but not shy. The desire lacing his words was oh so clear and it was music to Katsuki’s ears. Like a symphony played only for him.
“Need what?” Katsuki teased, moving his hands deftly in ways and places he knew would elicit more of those pleasant little sounds.
“For you to fuck me,” answered Izuku bluntly, no holds barred. Katsuki grunted. Well shit. He had not expected such an answer. He’d needed to brace himself just to hear a simple ‘you’ from Izuku’s mouth, but this nearly destroyed him. He tamped down the pang of jealousy that swept across his mind thinking of the lovers Izuku must have had in the interim, from whom he’d learned and gained this confidence.
“Direct, hah?” he asked, more than ready to oblige.
“Please, Katsuki.”
Begging. That was the only way Katsuki could describe what he was hearing and by god he would deliver. He’d give the little nerd exactly what he wanted because it was what he wanted too. In the moment, Katsuki did not care if this ruined future chances of them becoming a couple again, or if it made filming awkward. His heart was so full of Izuku and he’d take what he could get because there was no guarantee in life that it wouldn’t be fleeting. And so for now, because he had somehow been blessed with this chance, he took and took, and gave Izuku everything.
***** 🎬
Izuku woke up feeling sore in his body and in his heart. Katsuki’s strong arms still held him around the middle, blonde head resting against his chest, even as he slept. Izuku knew right away he’d made a colossal mistake. Yes, the sex had been amazing, it had fulfilled a need, and it had made him forget the giant rift between them, convinced him that Katsuki could somehow love him again, but it was foolish to let himself go there. The residual feelings of filming the scene together had clouded both their judgments, that was all, and now in the cold light of day, Izuku had to face reality. Tears stung his eyes as he replayed all the tender, playful, needy moments from the past night and from nights past.
He didn’t want to wake Katsuki because then the spell would be broken. But he couldn’t stay like this. It was too much for his poor heart and they had work later. He attempted to extract himself from the other’s grasp, but just as he began to pull away, Katsuki held on tighter and pulled him back in with a groan.
“Where do you think you’re going, nerd?” Katsuki asked, biting at Izuku’s earlobe.
“Katsuki, I have to shower and get ready for the day.”
“When’s your call time?”
Izuku paused. He wasn’t called to set until the evening for a night shoot. Neither of them were. Dammit.
“They don’t need us until tonight,” Katsuki replied, answering his own question.
“Yes, but I still have things to do to prepare.”
“Like what? What better way to prepare for your role as my love interest than to stay here in bed with me?”
Izuku sighed. Why was Katsuki trying to make things so impossible?
“Sorry, but I’m not a method actor. And I believe you ’re playing my love interest,” Izuku retorted.
“Bullshit. I’m the lead!”
“Keep telling yourself that,” teased Izuku, smiling in spite of himself. This banter was too easy.
Surprisingly, Katsuki laughed and lifted himself up just enough to cup Izuku’s face with his hands and kiss him reverently. Izuku squirmed under the touch and Katsuki pulled away with concern.
“Izuku, what- are you crying?” Yes. He was now. There was no hiding it. Katsuki rubbed at the tears with his thumbs, the loving look on his face threatening Izuku’s composure. “Did I hurt you?”
And then Izuku lost it, crumbling right into Katsuki’s arms, even as they were the very thing that made him ache.
For his part, Katsuki didn’t try to quiet him, but he did attempt to soothe, running gentle hands across Izuku’s back, burying his head in his hair, planting chaste kisses along his jaw, while Izuku sniffled and blubbered.
“What’s wrong?” Katsuki asked, speaking soft and low, right into Izuku’s ear. He shivered at the intimacy.
“Katsuki.”
Izuku searched Katsuki’s eyes for understanding, but he genuinely looked confused, concerned, and caring. shit, shit, shit.
“I don’t think I can do this again,” said Izuku. He still struggled to regain control of his breath. “Not that this is anything, I know it was just sex but I don’t think can’t do that with you either.”
“Just sex?” Katsuki repeated. And something shifted. “You think that... l ast night was just sex?”
“Katsuki.”
“Stop just saying my name like that! FUCK!”
“I’m sorry!”
Katsuki buried his face in his hands, digging at his eyes with the heels. “I should have known better,” he said.
Izuku removed himself from Katsuki’s lap and swung his legs around to the side of the bed, suddenly very aware that they were both still naked.
“Better than what?” asked Izuku, tentatively, not daring to meet the other’s eye. His head spun circles, nothing made sense, and since yesterday, Katsuki’s every action gave him emotional whiplash.
A long silence fell between them and then Katsuki let out a deep sigh. Izuku felt the pressure of Katsuki’s warm hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly, whether to anchor himself, to console Izuku, or both, he didn’t know.
***** 🎬
Katsuki thought carefully about how he wanted to answer. He had a strong sense of self-preservation, yes, but also something about this man-made him completely vulnerable and he didn’t altogether hate it.
He knew exactly what he wanted: to get back together with Izuku. But that wasn’t solely his decision to make. It would require Izuku to give him another chance and the man had just said he couldn’t. Presumably because of how bad he’d been burned in the past.
It hurt Katsuki then, beyond reason, to think that Izuku had known he didn’t want to give their relationship another try, and yet he’d kissed him like there was no tomorrow and been so open in expressing his desires. To hear him assume it meant nothing to Katsuki, well that hurt most of all. Katsuki was an actor, but he wasn’t a liar. He never did anything he didn’t want to do. He sighed. Hadn’t he already decided to be honest?
“Better than to think you might still have feelings for me,” Katsuki said, finally. “Maybe I shouldn’t have initiated anything with you last night, but I don’t regret it, Izuku. I guess I was just fooling myself.”
Izuku turned to face him with watery eyes and Katsuki choked back tears of his own.
“Katsuki, do you...do you still think of me in that way?”
“Every damn day,” he answered. He brought a hand up to caress Izuku’s freckled cheek. He wanted Izuku to understand just how much he meant it. “Izuku. I still love you.”
Izuku made an indiscernible sound, between a whimper and a laugh.
“I love you too,” he said. “Katsuki, I never stopped.”
And then, Izuku tackled him so fast the back of Katsuki’s head hit the headboard with a crack.
“Acgh,” Katsuki winced.
“Sorry, I’m sorry!”
Katuski rubbed at his skull for a brief moment, but he couldn’t be bothered to notice the pain for long because a naked Izuku was straddling him.
“Don’t be.”
He pushed a strand of green hair out of Izuku’s face and just gazed at him. Izuku smiled, tears glowing in his eyes, but different then before. And before Katsuki knew what hit him, Izuku captured him in a bruising kiss.
Katsuki melted into it, happily, shifting his hips in a way that caused Izuku to let out a delicious little moan.
“Katsuki…” Izuku sighed.
“Stay with me. For the rest of the day,” Katsuki requested breathlessly in a brief pause between hungry touches. He held the sides of Izuku’s face in his hands, red eyes searching needfully. “Please.”
A small smile cracked on Izuku’s face. “Now who’s begging?”
***** 🎬
Morning came and went. Katsuki ordered them room service and they ate right in the bed, draped in the silky hotel kimonos, laughing and talking easily, reminiscent of their past selves.
“I was jealous of you and your career before,” Izuku admitted after their late breakfast. He nestled into Katsuki’s chest, running circles over his defined abs with the tip of his pointer finger. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so content.
“Izuku,” Katsuki said, lifting himself up on an elbow to face Izuku more squarely. He looked disappointed.
“But I was also proud of you. So proud,” Izuku added quickly, patting Katsuki’s cheek. “ And I missed you. That’s what hurt me most of all. I felt like you were leaving me behind.”
“I came home. I always meant to come home.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry, Izuku. I pushed you away.”
Izuku hated the hurt in Katsuki’s voice. He sounded so raw, but also entirely open, which was what he wanted if they were really going to try this again. He shook his head from side to side and wound his hand through Katsuki’s blonde locks, pulling them closer still.
“Neither of us is to blame and neither of us is blameless,” he said. And to his surprise, Katsuki started to laugh.
“What?!” Izuku exclaimed, lightly slapping Katsuki on the shoulder.
“That’s a line from the show,” he answered.
“No it isn’t!” Izuku said. Wait, was it?”
“It fucking is!”
Katsuki sprang up from the bed and moved to the desk where he rummaged around for the pages, Izuku chasing after him.
“Look. Read it and weep.”
Izuku pulled the papers from Katsuki’s grip and perused them, muttering the words at a whisper as he read.
Kacchan: Deku, we won.
Deku: We couldn’t save them all.
Kacchan: Neither of us is to blame.
Deku: And neither of us is blameless,
Kacchan: Deku. The villain’s gone. His ass is in Tartarus for good thanks to us. Hey…we’re both still alive. So we keep fighting. Together.
“Oh my god!” Izuku exclaimed. Katsuki continued laughing and Izuku turned red.
“Hey, at least it shows you’ve been studying up. Of course, a nerd like you would be so prepared, you start talking like the characters.”
“Shut up,” Izuku said, even as Katsuki’s arm wound around his waist.
“Make me!”
“Gladly.”
Izuku stopped Katsuki’s mouth with a kiss, and they tumbled back onto the bed with full, yet open hearts. They made love again, feverishly, drunk on each other. Now that Izuku knew exactly where they stood, he let himself feel the full experience of being with Katsuki, mind, body, and soul. And Katsuki’s reactions were a pleasure Izuku never wanted to miss again.
***** 🎬
Once again they snuggled up in post-coital bliss, and the power of contentment made Katsuki bold. He moved from lightly coiling his fingers through Izuku’s green curls to gripping the hair at the back of his neck, bringing their faces closer.
“I was gonna propose, ya know,” Katsuki admitted.
“I kinda figured. We talked about it like it was a given,” replied Izuku.
“I still have it.”
“What?”
“The ring. I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it.”
“Katsuki, you bought a... I—” Izuku shifted and pressed his palms against Katsuki’s chest, but he didn’t move away. He worried his bottom lip with his teeth and Katsuki noticed a distinct blush growing over his cheeks.
“Izuku.” Katsuki cradled the side of Izuku’s face with his hands. “I want to be with you again. For good.” He watched Izuku’s eyes go impossibly big, so he added, “This isn’t a proposal, don’t worry! But...can we? Can we be together again?”
The answer came in a crash of lips, fueled with unmistakable passion.
“Yes, Katsuki. I want that too. You really couldn’t tell from earlier today?”
“Tch. I’m through guessing. I want it in writing,” Katsuki teased. Izuku rolled his eyes and play-punched him in the shoulder. It was the best thing ever.
When they arrived on set together later, clearly glowing and unable to hide their very real affection, despite being actors, they were greeted with claps on the back, congratulations, and wolf whistles. Katsuki was also certain he saw money change hands. Kaminari gave him a wink. Mina whisked Izuku away, presumably for a makeup test, but undoubtedly for gossip as well. And the next time they filmed an intimate scene together, neither of them was acting, not a bit.
***** 🎬
Izuku sat at his favorite coffee shop, poring over the script for an upcoming play. He was so immersed in the work, he almost missed the call from Toshinori, and it wasn’t until he felt the glares of the coffee shop employees and the smattering of customers that he realized it was his phone ringing.
He mouthed a sorry as he answered the call, but he knew they were used to his behavior of getting lost in his work.
“Young Midoriya!”
“Hi!”
“I just wanted to say congratulations on the reviews for My Hero!” He said.
“Thanks.”
Izuku listened, a burgeoning smile on his face as Toshninori read off some of the highlights.
“‘ Hero Couple sizzles and sparks in this new romantic drama,’ ‘The Chemistry is off the charts in this one, you won’t want to miss it!’ ‘Midoriya Izuku is a charming protagonist in ‘My Hero.’ It may be the character of Kacchan with the explosive power, but Midoriya explodes into our hearts in this series.’ ‘My Hero is most certainly a star-maker for Midoriya Izuku.’ ‘We can’t get enough of this duo. Series two can’t come fast enough!’”
Izuku didn’t know how to respond. He was beyond grateful for the opportunity for many, many reasons, and without Toshinori’s support, it would never have been possible.
“Toshinori, I…”
“I know, I know, please don’t cry on me. I hear the tears in your voice, young man! You deserve all the praise, you and young Bakugou both.”
“Yeah. Thanks for believing in me.”
“Hey, now you’ll make me cry!”
Izuku hung up feeling energized, but unable to concentrate on his work anymore. He was just packing up when he received a text.
Kacchan 😉: Another one! They fucking love us. 😏💥👊
Attached was an image of Katsuki holding up a magazine article with the headline ‘Wonder Duo captivates with their chemistry on and off the screen.’
Kacchan 😉: I guess the cat’s out of the bag, huh? Not that we’d be hiding it for much longer. Anyway, come home, I’m making curry tonight and I need you to pick up some things. I love you.
Izuku rolled his eyes and shook his head, even though Katsuki wasn’t there to see. And as he gathered his belongings, he smiled at the gold band on his finger.
🎬
The End