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When Izuku wandered down to the common room that afternoon, he had expected to get himself a glass of water and then return to his homework. He did not expect Kaminari to be screaming in the doorway while a toddler pulled at his hair and the rest of Kacchan’s friends attempted to separate the two.
“Just put him down!” Mina yelled, “He obviously doesn’t want to be held!”
From his vantage point over the kitchen counter he saw Kirishima harden and then, thinking better of it, unharden his skin before a tiny fist slammed into his cheek. Izuku wasn’t sure whose younger sibling was currently causing mayhem, but it was certainly a sight to see. Sero was holding onto the kid’s feet, barely managing to keep a grip amidst all the enraged flailing and Mina had a hold around the kid’s middle, trying to pull him off of Kaminari without letting her face get too close to the small swinging fist.
“DIE!” the kid yelled, and Izuku’s jaw dropped as a tiny explosion went off from somewhere within the group of struggling teenagers.
“Kacchan?” he hollered.
The room froze and everyone’s head swiveled towards Izuku.
“Let me go, you heathens!”
The kid-Kacchan-seized his opportunity and let off an explosion, kicking Sero in the gut at the same time. He fell to the floor with a small grunt and immediately backed up to a wall, palms raised.
Now that Izuku got a good look at him, it was unmistakably a younger version of Katsuki. His little chest was heaving with the exertion of his hard won battle and his gremlin expression was still in its early phases, but his blonde spikes and proud stance were exactly the same as they’d always been. He was even wearing a smaller version of his skull shirt and old man shoes.
Kirishima knelt down in front of Kacchan without getting any closer.
“It’s alright Bakugou. We’re friends. My name’s Kirishima and what Kaminari was trying to tell you is that you were hit by a quirk.” He shifted so that he was sitting cross-legged on the floor, probably attempting to appear as non-threatening as possible. “You’re at UA right now, in the dorms, and normally you’re big. Like us.” He gestured to the rest of the group, who had made a loose ring around the boy.
Kacchan glared back at him, “You’re a liar! Tell the truth or I’ll explode you all!”
Now that Izuku was older, it was easy to see the fear underneath all of Kacchan’s bravado.
Mina took that as her cue to crouch down. She put on a soothing tone and said, “He’s not lying Bakubaby, we’re your classmates.”
Kacchan only glared harder, nostrils flaring in the process. “I’m not a baby, Pink Face! And you are liars! This isn’t UA!”
Izuku could practically hear the puzzle pieces click together in his own brain. He swiftly moved out from behind the counter before the Bakusquad could launch any more failed attempts at calming Kacchan. He could already see red eyes evaluating the weakest point in their little ring.
As soon as he came into eyesight, those red eyes went as wide as saucers.
“Hey, give him some space you guys.” Izuku shooed the teenagers aside with a reassuring smile and stopped a few feet away from the blonde. “Hi Kacchan,” he said, “You were definitely hit by a quirk. You go to UA, with all of us, and you’re at the top of the class actually.” Izuku’s not sure if it was his familiar presence or the light praise that started to put the boy at ease but, either way, it was working. “They didn’t build the dorms until recently so you wouldn’t know about them yet.”
“Oh,” he said, “Why did they build dorms?”
He was glad Kacchan’s eyes were locked on his own because everyone else either grimaced or blanched at the question. “For safety. And now we get access to some of the best training facilities in the country all the time.” Izuku wasn’t going to lie to the boy, even as a child Kacchan was too perceptive for that, so deflection seemed like the best way to go.
As predicted, little Kacchan’s eyes grew even wider with excitement. He had finally let his palms fall back at his sides, but still eyed the group to his left warily. “And,” he asked, “are they really my friends?”
Izuku nodded and slowly retreated to his perch at the counter, making sure to keep his expression attentive in case the boy had any more questions.
As soon as Izuku brought his cup back to his lips, all hell broke loose.
Mina squealed and tried telling Kacchan how cute he was, which was not well received, and Sero was begging to touch his hair. He’s pretty sure Kirishima was trying to do a ‘manly quirk demonstration’ while Kaminari was recording the whole spectacle with glee.
He hid a giggle behind his glass when Kacchan told them all to ‘Die you stupid friends!’ and exploded them again for getting too close. It was similar to the scene Izuku had first walked in on, but it was obvious how much more relaxed Kacchan was feeling.
—---
It was the night after his fight with Kacchan at Ground Beta. The first night of their shared house arrest. Izuku couldn’t sleep so he wandered down to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. The little light above the stove was on so he didn’t bother with the big switch and jumped when a voice said, “Trying to break curfew again, nerd?”
Izuku held a hand to his heart while his vision adjusted to the semi-darkness and Kacchan’s figure came into focus. He laughed nervously at his own skittishness. “Ah, just came for a cup of tea.” He nodded his head towards the cup already in the other boy’s hand. “You couldn’t sleep either?”
He grunted in assent. “Chamomile’s in the top left cabinet.”
Izuku smiled, though he wasn’t sure if Kacchan could see it, and started pouring water and piddling around in the cabinet he was directed to.
“Nightmare or insomnia?” Kacchan asked.
Izuku watched the saucepan in front of him, tracking the bubbles that had begun to work their way up the sides. “Nightmare,” he whispered, “And you?”
The shadows in the kitchen wrapped around them like greedy hands, settling over their shoulders and dragging down the miscommunication and insecurity that usually ravaged their interactions with long, raking fingers. Leaving only truth behind to bubble to the surface.
Kacchan sighed. Izuku didn’t think he sounded annoyed though. More like…tired. Weary. “Same for me.”
Izuku stared as the pot simmered on the edge of boiling. He tightened his grip on the edge of the countertop. “What was it about?”
“That night,” he replied, “That hand.” He brought his mug to his lips, “You, watching me disappear.”
Izuku blinked up at the ceiling. “I dreamed about that night, too.”
He heard Kacchan shift to face him. “Your fight with Muscular?” he asked. Izuku wasn’t sure how he knew about that. “You came out of it looking pretty shitty.”
Izuku turned, too. “No. I dreamed about you.” Kacchan’s eyes widened. “Watching you be taken from me and not-” He took a steadying breath. The pot was boiling to his left, demanding his attention and receiving none of it. “Not knowing if I would ever get you back.”
Kacchan slowly walked towards Izuku, giving him time to react until there were only inches between them. He reached for the pot and poured Izuku’s tea. He didn’t move any further away once he had finished. He didn’t look at Izuku, either, as he said, “I’ll always come back to you, nerd.”
Izuku closed his eyes and let his forehead fall on Kacchan’s chest. “Promise me,” he whispered.
A warm hand came up to stroke his hair. “I promise.”
—---
Apparently having grown tired of his friends’ antics, little Kacchan walked into the kitchen. After a short moment of struggle, he situated himself on a barstool and looked inquisitively at Izuku. He cocked his head slightly to one side and Izuku had to resist the urge to coo at him. He really didn’t feel like getting a baby explosion to the face.
“So you got into UA, huh?”
He smiled widely. “Yup!” He really had no idea how this was gonna go. He tried to mask the nervousness in his voice when he asked, “How old are you right now, Kacchan?”
The boy sat up straighter. “I’m six years old and 5 months and two days.”
Having grown tired of giving Bakugou his space, his friends crept into the kitchen and Izuku was suddenly grateful for their nosiness.
Kaminari held up his phone, “Say cheese Bakubro!”
Kacchan looked into the camera and tried his gremlin face again. It was coming along nicely and Izuku imagined he’d get plenty more practice in before the quirk wore off with those four around.
“Oh,” Izuku said, “Did you guys mention how long this quirk is supposed to last?”
“Kami said 4-8 hours.” Kirishima answered while showing off his pointed teeth to a mildly impressed Kacchan.
“Hey Baku!” Sero yelled, “Do you wanna use my tape to fly? I bet we could hook you up to the fan in the common room!”
Kaminari’s eyes lit up with devilish delight, which Kacchan immediately smashed. “I don’t want to use your quirk Elbows! When I’m bigger, I’m gonna use my own quirk to fly!” He glanced towards Izuku for confirmation and received a small nod.
“Woah, mini Baku! Remember I told you his name is Sero. Not Elbows.”
“I do remember you saying that, Shitty Hair.” Kacchan crossed his arms, “I have an excellent memory.”
Mina laughed. “Yeah you do Blasty!”
He looked around the room again with the best expression of smugness his six-year-old self could manage. “Pink Face is my favorite out of you all.”
It wasn’t lost on Izuku that he was left out of Kacchan’s room scan. He’s not sure if it was because he wasn’t in the running at all or because he already knew him at that age, so he didn’t factor into Kacchan’s new friend assessments.
Having effectively caused discord among the remaining teens vying for second place, Kacchan plopped out of his seat and pulled at the hem of Izuku’s shorts. “Where’s the bathroom?” he whispered. Though, ‘whispered’ was a generous description as six-year-old Kacchan was severely lacking in volume control. Nevertheless Izuku leaned down and whispered back, “Down the hall on your left.”
“Uh..” Kaminari’s head swiveled to follow Bakugou’s departure, “Can you go by yourself little dude?” He turned to Kirishima and whispered, about as well as Bakugou, “How old do you have to be to know how to use the bathroom alone?”
Kacchan paused in his mission long enough to turn around and yell, “I’m not a baby! I’m old enough to use the bathroom by myself so don’t follow me, you weirdo!”
Sero and Mina fell into stitches as Kaminari’s mouth fell open in shock. Izuku’s fairly certain the electric blonde had never been chastised by a child before, let alone one as brutal as Kacchan.
Kirishima placed his arms on the counter and looked at Izuku, “Do you think you could watch the little man for a bit?” he asked. “He seems to like you the best anyways and we have gym time signed out for…” he glanced at his phone, “the next few hours starting right now.”
Izuku waved them off. “Yeah, it’s no problem.”
“Great! Then tell baby Baku we’ll be back in a bit!”
He smiled and watched them go. Spending time with Kacchan, at any age, always took precedence over homework anyways. Unless Kacchan was normal sized, in which case he would make them study together and force Izuku to finish his homework before working on any of his far more interesting personal projects. Izuku chuckled to himself. Kacchan was so responsible.
When the smaller version came back and Izuku caught him up to speed on “where the idiots had gone”, his eyes had definitely sparkled. Izuku resolved to bring him by the gym so he could see it at least once before he went back to normal, but he wanted to give his peers time to do some serious training first.
“You know,” Izuku said, “the big you made me a little cake the other day. Would you like to split it?”
Kacchan pouted. “You know I don’t like sweets.”
Izuku leaned in conspiratorially and Kacchan shifted forward in his seat. “That’s why it’s a spice cake.”
Kacchan smiled wider than Izuku had seen in a long time. “Yeah!”
He was practically bouncing in his seat when he brought out the small, round dish and two forks. “Dig in then.”
He took a massive first bite and, through his mouthful, said something that might have been ‘big me is a good cook’. Izuku handed him a glass of milk which he happily accepted.
He was so much calmer with Izuku now than when they were actually six. Izuku wondered if it had to do with the shock of suddenly appearing in the future or if it was something else...
Kacchan’s voice suddenly snapped him out of his musings. “This is kinda like the cake my old hag always makes for the old man on their an-anversary,” he said, lifting the cake to take a peek at the bottom, “except she always puts a-”
Kacchan blinked. He looked up at Izuku in shock and then back down to the plate before looking at Izuku again, the cake falling back with a soft plop.
“You said big me gave this to you?” he asked, his tone deadly serious.
“Um, yes. Yesterday.” He looked like he was contemplating something important. “Is there something wrong?”
“What did he, uh, I say when I gave it to ya?”
Izuku scratched his head. “I’m pretty sure you said ‘choke and die’ and then placed it very gently in my hands.”
Kacchan’s brows furrowed even further. “But. But you don’t know what it means?” he pressed.
Izuku racked his brain for every possible meaning of cake and came up blank. “I-” he bit his lip, “No, I’m not sure.”
Kacchan got down from his chair and started to pace in the kitchen. He was pulling at a strand of his hair and breathing quicker than he was a moment ago. Izuku’s concern skyrocketed and he reached for the cake, flipping it over to find a small heart branded into the center. Meanwhile, the boy sounded like he was on the brink of tears.
“Hey, Kacchan.” Izuku slipped from his chair and settled on the tile floor, “I-” he bit the inside of his cheek, not sure if this was the right way to interpret it, “I love you. Okay?” With a small sniffle, Kacchan looked up at him. “And I don’t know what the heart means but big you knows that I love him.”
Little Kacchan wandered slightly closer, pulling at the hem of his shirt and trying desperately to hold back his tears. “But-” his voice wobbled with emotion, “but if big me knows then why didn’t I tell you?”
The first tear finally fell and it ricocheted through Izuku’s heartstrings, pulling at them until he was tentatively reaching a hand out. He made sure to give the other boy enough time to pull away if he wanted to, but when he didn’t Izuku cradled his face and wiped the undersides of his ruby eyes.
“I don’t know, sweetheart.” The tears started falling faster. “I don’t know,” he repeated, “but if you want to, you can tell me now.”
Kacchan nodded and flung himself into Izuku’s arms, sobbing into his chest. Izuku pressed his face into deceptively soft spikes and stroked his back until he ran out of tears and settled himself more comfortably in Izuku’s lap. With chubby, uncoordinated hands he wiped his face and then reached out to wipe Izuku’s too.
He hadn’t even realized he had been crying.
“Don’t be such a crybaby, Izu,” Kacchan muttered.
The older boy laughed. “Tears are okay Kacchan, I promise. They just mean you have strong emotions.”
He perked up at the mention of strength and must have decided that it was an acceptable answer because he didn’t argue. Instead, he leaned his head on Izuku’s shoulder and placed his hand over Izuku’s chest. “The heart cake means I love you forever.”
Izuku held the boy tighter. “Then when Kacchan gets big again, I’ll have to make him a heart cake too.”
Kacchan giggled when Izuku placed a quick kiss on his temple. “I miss my Deku,” he said. “The one who’s little like me.”
Izuku ruffled his hair. “You’ll see him again soon,” he promised. “For now you’ve got big Deku and I happen to know that a certain someone is very ticklish.”
Kacchan’s eyes grew wide and he squealed when Izuku attacked his stomach. They laughed and chased each other around the empty kitchen, both of them feeling lighter than they had in a while.
—---
It was their first free evening after house arrest.
“Train with me.”
Kacchan had cornered him after class.
“Sure! I’d love that Kacchan.” He turned his face away from Izuku. “When do you wanna-”
“Tonight. Meet me in the gym,” he said. Then he walked away with his hands shoved in his pockets and left Izuku gaping at the very pink shade covering the back of his neck and ears.
By the time their training not-date rolled around, Izuku was half convinced he had imagined it. Kacchan was unrelenting with his drills. ‘You have to get stronger,’ he said, and Izuku returned every blow with everything he had. ‘I’ll get stronger,’ he promised.
They whirled in the air and traded hits on the ground with all the grace of practiced dancers. They were an incredible force to witness, leaving nothing of themselves on the mats and instead choosing to pour every anger and frustration and joy their bodies could hold into each other.
Bloodied and bruised and pumped through with adrenaline, they laughed like madmen on the top of the world.
Kacchan pinned Izuku to the mat again. That tied their score. “You’re not getting tired on me, are you?” he teased.
Izuku smirked. “Never.”
Their heaving chests were only centimeters apart and Izuku burned to close the distance. Panting, he reached up to cradle the blonde’s jaw. Emboldened by the sudden stillness that surrounded them, he ran a daring thumb across Kacchan’s bottom lip. “Never,” he breathed.
Kacchan melted into the touch. He turned his face into Izuku’s hand and kissed his palm. “You’re sure?”
His warm breath prickled against Izuku’s skin like fireworks. Without looking away, he used his other hand to press Kacchan’s palm against his racing heart. “I’m sure.”
Then they were both laughing and Kacchan let his body weight fall gracelessly on top of the other boy’s, garnering a strained wheeze in response. Izuku moved them into a sitting position, freckled hands finding a home on Kacchan’s hips while the blonde ran his own hands greedily through green locks. They drank in the sight of each other like travelers in the desert, both of them terrified that hands and hearts would ripple into mirage and they’d be left stranded in sand dunes.
Kacchan grabbed Izuku’s face and bumped their foreheads together. “I want,” he panted, “I want to do this right.” He thumbed over the dimple in Izuku’s right cheek. “I want to do right by you,” he said. Izuku slid his hands to the other boy’s thighs as he leaned backwards to stare seriously into emerald eyes shining with unbridled affection. “Can you wait for me?” he asked, “Until I’ve made enough progress in therapy to do this right?”
“Oh Kacchan,” Izuku whispered, dragging the other boy’s hand to his heart again. “I’ll wait as long as you need, love.”
He smiled wider than he thought possible at Kacchan’s answering, shivering full-body blush.
—---
“Deku!” little Kacchan yelled, “Can we go see my friends train now?”
He checked the time. They had probably had long enough to get in a good workout. “Yeah, let’s go.” They would probably appreciate a little mayhem anyways.
Izuku grabbed his smallest sweater and pulled it around Kacchan.
“I don’t need a jacket,” he whined. “Sides it’s too big for me!” He held up his arms and the sleeves drooped as if to demonstrate his point.
Izuku knelt down to roll up the sleeves. The hem at least fell higher than his feet. “I know but most of our classmates went home this weekend so no one can make or lend you anything smaller.” Kacchan continued to pout, crossing his arms once Izuku had finished with the sleeves. “I’m gonna wear a sweater too, Kacchan. You wouldn’t wanna catch a cold and make your big self miss out on hero training.”
The pout disappeared. “I guess if it’s for hero training then it’s alright.”
Izuku led them on the short walk to UA’s training facilities and Kacchan grabbed his hand halfway through so he could spend more time gawking at the campus.
“This is so cool!” he yelled.
When they got to the gym, Izuku insisted on covering Kacchan’s eyes for the big reveal and after a few protests for show, he grabbed the older boy’s hands to place over his eyes and started walking blindly towards the entrance. Izuku couldn’t blame him, he could hardly contain his own excitement at seeing everything through Kacchan’s younger eyes.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes!”
“Okay, but are you really ready?”
“Yes, Izu,” he groaned.
Izuku chuckled and lifted his hands. Kacchan gasped.
“Woah…”
He spun in a slow circle, taking in the magnitude of the space. There were areas set up for weight training, aerial combat, several different sprawling terrains, and enclosed sparring platforms.
A voice from the nearest platform called out to them. “Hey Blasty!”
Bakugou turned and a wide smile broke out across his face. “Elbows!”
Sero laughed when Bakugou threw himself into the tape user’s arms and started babbling about how cool their school was and how he couldn’t wait to be big again and kick everybody’s butt. Izuku followed with a soft smile.
It didn’t take long for the rest of the gang to appear and in basically no time at all, Kacchan had named himself their leader and was evaluating their quirk demonstrations. He took his new job very seriously and gave them all ratings and critiques ‘so they can all get stronger’. Kaminari had just shown off his directed shots of electricity and earned the highest score yet.
“Why don’t you have Mido go next?” he asked.
Kacchan cocked his head and Izuku panicked. He hadn’t found the right moment to bring up his quirk when they were alone before.
“Izu doesn’t have a quirk dummy, but I bet he’s stronger than all of you anyway!” Izuku’s jaw dropped. “Big me loves Deku forever so of course I made him work extra hard with me. He’s gonna be the number two hero and I’m gonna be number one,” he said proudly.
Four teasing smiles turned towards Izuku’s burning face.
Kirishima wiped an imaginary tear from his eye, “That’s so manly.” Mina and Sero were taking turns swooning into each other’s arms, mouthing the words ‘I love you forever’ and cackling like a bunch of hyenas.
“Oho!” Kaminari laughed, “Well it must be true if he loves you forever.”
Bakugou frowned and stuck out his tongue, “You’re just mad that he doesn’t love you forever! He loves me because I’m really strong and cool and you’re just a weirdo who tries to follow people into bathrooms!”
Izuku didn’t even feel bad for bursting into laughter at Kaminari’s slack jawed reaction. Kacchan couldn’t be teased at any age without significant risk to one’s pride and/or face.
“We’re so talking about this later Midoriya,” Mina shouted.
Wiping actual tears from his eyes, Kirishima said, “You can totally join us if you want to Mido.”
Before he could say anything in response, Kacchan was scooting closer to him and grabbing a hold of his jacket hem. He smiled down at the blonde head who was staunchly refusing to look anyone in the eye. “Thanks Kirishima but I think I’d rather watch today.” Kacchan released his grip at that, but stayed close.
The boy ordered around different sparring matchups for a while, until he was (quite easily) coaxed into sparring against them himself. His explosions lacked the intensity and precision of his older self, but he still managed to get in a few solid hits. His mini manic battle laugh was also way more adorable than intimidating at six years old.
Once they had all tired themselves out, Kacchan jumped into Izuku’s arms and continued to rave about all of their coolest moves. He whipped his head around as they walked to talk directly to each of them about what they could do to be even cooler. Most of his suggestions revolved around yelling ‘DIE!’ more often, but he also talked a lot about acid bombs.
He practically lost his mind when Mina told him his hero costume had explosive grenades powered by his stored up sweat.
Despite all the excitement of the evening, Izuku noticed how his blinks were slowly getting longer so when the rest of the group headed for showers, Izuku set Kacchan beside himself on the couch and turned on an old All Might movie. Kacchan was asleep before they had even gotten ten minutes in.
Izuku hadn’t realized he also fell asleep until a gruff voice startled him awake. “Izuku.” Rough hands gently shook his shoulders. “Izu, c’mon. You didn’t even have to play babysitter for a full 24 hours.”
“Huh?” He yawned and cracked open his eyes, bolting upright when he saw Kacchan-his Kacchan- standing in front of him. “You’re back!”
He scratched the back of his neck and gave Izuku a smile that was almost sheepish. “I’m back.”
Izuku felt himself waking the rest of the way up. “And you love me forever.”
Kacchan rolled his head back with a groan, “Quit it with the sappy shit.”
“You’re the one who said it!”
“When I was fucking six!”
Izuku clicked his tongue. “But you gave me the love cake yesterday.”
“Izu,” he groused.
“Okay, okay!” he held up his hands in mock surrender, “I’m just really glad to have big you back.”
Kacchan responded by bumping their heads together, leveling Izuku with the softest most magnetic smile possible.
Izuku licked his lips. “Please kiss me Kacchan.”
The blonde’s expression grew conflicted and Izuku reached up to cradle his cheeks. “I’m not saying we won’t make mistakes, and I’ll wait if you want me to, but,” he dropped his gaze to the scars littering his hands, “I know that I love you so why wait?” He lifted his eyes to red ones that had long since etched themselves into his mind and heart, “Why don’t we make and fix our mistakes together?”
Kacchan brushed their noses together. “Are you sure, you fucking smoothtalker?”
“Never been surer of anything else,” Izuku whispered.
Kacchan brought their lips together gently and Izuku hummed into his mouth. When they parted, Izuku crashed their lips together again, and then a third time. He pushed Kacchan back into the couch and climbed onto his lap, leaning down to run his lips up the other boy’s throat, pressing a featherlight kiss to his adam’s apple. He traced his mouth down Kacchan’s jaw and nipped at his ear before returning to any exposed skin he could find. He kissed his cheeks and his nose and his eyelids softly, lovingly, before returning hungrily to his mouth.
He licked a stripe across the other boy’s bottom lip and slipped his tongue inside when Kacchan gasped at the sensation. He ran his tongue down the roof of his mouth and parted for a breath only to crash right back.
“Mm,” Kacchan said, “Izu.”
Izuku brought their lips together again, pausing the dance only long enough to mumble, “Love you Kacchan,” against swollen lips.
He continued to press against him, determined to map his mouth. Kacchan nipped at his bottom lip and Izuku gasped. “Love you too but we have company.”
He chased the retreating warmth and had half raised his middle finger to whoever had walked in behind him when Kacchan grabbed it.
“Not the kind of company you want to flip off.”
Izuku froze.
“Good to see you boys are getting along.”
Izuku used One-for-All to leap off of Kacchan as fast as humanly possible. He immediately scooted closer and shoved his face behind the blonde’s shoulders. “Uh, h-hi A-All Might,” he stammered. He punched Kacchan’s arm and hissed, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner!”
Kacchan rubbed his arm with an affronted expression. “I fucking tried to! You kept…distracting me.”
In other words, kept being turned to putty beneath Izuku’s touch.
All Might cleared his throat, and probably not for the first time since entering the dorm. “Anyways,” he said, “I had heard about Young Bakugou’s predicament and wanted to see if he was alright but you seem to have it covered young Midoriya.”
Izuku whined and held his arms in front of his face.
Kacchan smirked. “Yeah, he’s got me covered alright.”
“Kacchan.”
All Might chuckled. “Well, I’m glad you’re okay. I’ll see you boys on Monday then.” He turned to leave but not before hollering, “Don’t forget to use protection!” over his shoulder.
Izuku was only half convinced it wasn’t possible to die from embarrassment.
Kacchan placed a chaste kiss to his cheek. “What was that about making mistakes?”
Izuku laughed. “Shut up, you.” He closed his eyes and pushed his head into the crook of Kacchan’s neck. “And never stop telling me you love me forever.”
Kacchan pulled him closer. “I wouldn’t dare, love.”