Chapter 20

                                    

                                          

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Katsuki later brought Izuku to a coffee shop, receiving a teasing "Thank you Kacchan!" From the younger male. They have, least to say- talked. A conversation in coming to terms of what they were to each other, sometimes getting distracted at the sight of how the orange sunlight complimented both their features. One was too shy to admit it, the other still had his ego being a roadblock. But no matter. They'll settle in.
                          
(They we're so engrossed in their own conversation that they didn't hear the subtle click of a camera, the unimportant sound fading into Izuku's cheery laugh when Bakugou almost spills coffee on himself.) 
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It's been a solid three weeks after the fight.
                          
Izuku and Katsuki had resumed to their normal, steady but upbeat lives- considering they're now there to keep each other company. They both have surprisingly gotten their shit together- going into modeling gigs and about three interviews featuring "The Wonder Duo" on-screen for everyone to ogle.
                          
I mean- it's already year 2xxx, same-sex couples are now widely accepted. But of course, there will always be that one bitch that holds up an anti-gay sign and screeching protests that spill out their ugly, creased and chapped lips. Probably demanding compensation.
                          
Izuku was still the cheery asshole he knows, always clasping his hands together in a delighted motion whenever Katsuki came into view. And also how he immediately brightens up like a lit lamp- and blushes scarlet whenever Bakugou lands a stray nonetheless affectionate peck on the nose, cheek, and occasionally- his lips. It admittedly makes Katsuki's smugness shoot up, much to everyone's protests. 
                          
Midoriya Inko's opinion about Katsuki hasn't changed, but she has a growing fondness towards the boy, and under the limelight- you could even say he was practically an adopted son or some shit. 
                          
The public was still going on with the topic, but the fixation on the new "LGBTQ  couple" in the Modeling business has slightly washed away like the waves to a sandy shore. Most articles are like that, so Katsuki wasn't worried. Once a bigger and more interesting issue shows up (whether it be a scandal between actors or maybe a rising star) the journalists' attention immediately deviates towards it.
                          
He was used to being stared and gasped at wherever he goes- starstruck and disbelieving eyes of fans boring into him. Of course- he eats all the attention up like the narcissist he is, a be impressed on his fans pressed on even though he has shown his canines more than once in a threatening manner. It also bewildered him, on how they didn't mind his snarky and off-putting attitude. 
                          
He was used to stares by now, shrugging them off his back like a heavy jacket.
                          
But..
                          
He can't help but feel a subtle tingle at the back of his neck- always there, always watching and covered in the shadows. He had tried casually shaking it off-but it has become stronger over the span of two days, how it sent goosebumps up his arms.
                          
It was.. Unsettling, to say the least.
                          
"What crawled up your ass to make you so jumpy like that?" Kirishima's teasing snapped him out of his thoughts, and as if it were his cue- Bakugou accidentally crushed the thankfully empty, coffee stained cup. 
                          
Sero, who had been next to him the whole time, quirked an eyebrow at the peculiar display of Bakugou murmuring a small "fuck" under his breath. Usually, he would've thrown it at Eijirou's head- an action everyone playfully teased him about since it was almost by instinct. "You alright, man?" Sero took notice, elbows propping up on the dingy lime-colored table, pulling in his metal chair with a screech.
                          
Eijirou, who had been chilling by the counter top, hesitantly plopped his cup of water down as well, looking at the constipated face of Katsuki. 
                          
They were relaxing in the break room- and Katsuki subconsciously runs his hands through his spiky hair, fingers cupping his nape. The stare wasn't there anymore.
                          
He was safe for now.
                          
"I'm fine," he muttered, the bags under his eyes screaming otherwise. "Probably another stupid fucking stalker with no life."
                          
Both their faces immediately twist in shock and concern at the nonchalant tone about such a distressing topic. 
                          
Bakugou has had his fair share of stalkers- all thirteen experiences more unpleasant than the last.
                          
He can't even count how many times he had received some time of severed body part in the mail- and when he checked his mailbox three years ago, he had screamed like a bitch at the sight of a decaying, grey ear with blood splatters.
                          
After that incident, Tsukauchi, a famous detective known for solving heinous crimes, offered to receive his mail from now on to check if there were any bombs or literal body parts chilling in an envelop.
                          
"I.. Um... Shouldn't you be.. More concerned..?" Kirishima blinked dumbly, as if trying to process this information- his black leather jacket shedding just below his shoulders as he propped his right leg onto the counter. His friend- Bakugou Katsuki- had just confessed to being stalked. He had every right to be worried.
                          
Sero pursed his lips. "Yeah, Bakugou. I think you should-" "Shut the fuck up, bitch." His insults weren't as creative, and that somehow struck Kirishima wrong the most. 
                          
Katsuki was visibly antsy, his knee bouncing up and down, semi-calloused hands running through his blond strange endlessly in an agitated manner. He had this wavering look on his face- something weird for someone who kept their heart UNDER their sleeves. "I.. I'm just gonna fucking leave now."
                          
Sero and Kirishima let out surprised sounds of protest- saying something along the lines of "its unsafe!".
                          
But Katsuki has already drowned them out as he pivoted his heel and walked out the room without another glance.