Id Hate To Be That Guy KACCHAN......... - Tumblr Posts
The Little Things
BKDK - 1452 words (SFW)
Katsuki downed the rest of his beer, thudding it on the table.
“You sure you’re okay, man?” Kirishima asked.
“Yeah,” Katsuki grunted, running his hair through his hands irritably, “Just had a rough week ‘n need to unwind.”
“Alright buddy, let me know if you want to talk!”
“Will do. I’m gonna grab another beer.” Katsuki stood, making his way to the bar. It had been a rough week. Rough month. Rough forever since he came to one stupid ass conclusion:
He was in love with Izuku Midoriya.
It wasn’t some big grand event (like dying for Izuku during the war) that caused him to realize, either. No, it was infuriatingly normal. He and Izuku had been hero partners for the better part of a year now, and as Katsuki predicted, they worked flawlessly together. They were a perfect duo and had been flying up the ranks ever since they joined forces. It was perfect.
So why did Katsuki have to go and ruin everything with feelings?
It had been an ordinary patrol that day, when Katsuki and Izuku had returned to their agency. After changing Katsuki flopped onto the sofa of their joint office with a groan.
“We didn’t even fight anybody worth remembering today, so why the fuck am I so tired?”
Izuku entered the office with an understanding smile, “That’d be because you’ve been putting in extra shifts in lately, Kacchan.”
Katsuki waved him off, “Endeavor’s agency needed help with that kidnapping case. It was dumb extra work, but I couldn’t let that asshole stay in his number 1 spot.”
“Sure,” Izuku grinned, knowing Katsuki would have helped out regardless of Endeavor’s ranking.
“Shuddup, nerd,” Katsuki threw an arm over his face. Izuku giggled, plopping on the couch next to him. Katsuki slung his legs over the other’s lap like it was normal.
They sat like that for a while until, “Hey Kacchan.”
“Hmm?”
“What are you doing for dinner tonight?”
Katsuki lifted the arm from his face, eyeing the green haired man, “Same thing I do most nights. Whip up something from whatever crap I have in my fridge. Why?”
“I was wondering if you’d like to come over? I was working on a recipe and wanted to show you,” Izuku scratched his chin, looking almost nervous.
Katsuki raised his eyebrows at that. Izuku wasn’t a bad cook by any means, but he was not a recipe type of person. He was a throw together ingredients and hope they taste good type of guy. “You? A recipe?” Izuku’s wide eyes met his own and he felt his breath catch. This seemed to mean a lot to him. “Sure. It better fucking taste good, though. I don’t want to put out any fires when I’m off the clock.”
Izuku beamed at him and Katsuki knew he made the right choice.
Katsuki was sat on Izuku’s couch watching some dumb soap opera after Izuku kicked him out of the kitchen, saying it was a surprise. Katsuki didn’t go without a fight but was eventually commandeered to the couch. “You almost done?” he asked in a huff. He heard Izuku laugh from the kitchen, and he grumbled.
Finally, Izuku came out of the kitchen with two steaming bowls of curry. He placed them gingerly on the kitchen table, and beckoned Katsuki over.
The blonde sniffed the air. It almost smelled nostalgic.
“I hope you like it,” Izuku smiled.
Katsuki took a small bite, and he gasped at the familiarity of the taste, “Oh my god. No way.” The spice curled around him like home, “My favorite curry house. The one that closed down. Did you get the recipe from them?”
“You were able to tell?” Izuku was practically glowing, “I’ve been working on trying to get it up to par for a while, but honestly, I just got too excited and had to show you!” Izuku continued to ramble on about how he had to call around and get info for different parts of the recipe, while also try several different spice combinations to get the taste just right.
Katsuki just stared, eyes wide.
Izuku had done that for him. He knew that they would do anything for each other, heck Katsuki knew firsthand they would even die for each other. But this, seemingly one of the many things they’ve done for each other, this was different somehow.
This was such a small thing in the long run, learning a new recipe for someone, but Izuku did it because he knew how much it meant to Katsuki. And in that moment Katsuki knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this man.
I love him.
Katsuki choked on his curry.
“Oh! Are you okay? It’s not too spicy, is it?” Izuku ran into the kitchen, grabbing some extra napkins.
“No,” Katsuki forced himself to say when Izuku came back, fussing over him, “It’s perfect.”
So yeah, Katsuki Bakugo was in love with Izuku Midoriya. And it was ruining his life.
He turned away from the bar, umpteenth beer sloshing in his hands.
“Kacchan?”
Katsuki almost groaned, turning towards the source of his misery, “Hey.”
It was just his luck that the love of his life would be at the same stupid bar as he and his friends were.
“Oh, it looks like Tsu and Ochako already found Kirishima and Mina. Do you mind if we hang out with you guys?” Katsuki reached out and flicked Izuku on the forehead, to which the other yelped, “Hey!”
“They’re y’r friends, too. Y’ don have to ask to sit with us.”
Izuku’s eyes widened, a small, surprised smile on his face, “Oh. You’re right. Thanks, Kacchan.”
“Jus c’mon,” The blonde dragged the green haired boy over to their table and into the seat next to him.
As Izuku greeted their friends, Katsuki took a generous sip of his beer. He let the music in the bar roll over him, and allowed himself to just sink for a while. Just watching the love of his life.
“-achan. Kacchan?”
Katsuki picked his head up from where he’d apparently laid it down on the table, “Mm-what?”
Izuku was looking at him worriedly, “Are you okay? Did you have too much to drink?”
“Sh’dup,” he slurred, pushing an accusatory finger into the other’s chest, “It’s y’r fault.”
“My fault?” Izuku eyebrows shot up, “How’s that, Kacchan?”
“It’s y’r stupid face! I can’t stop thikin’ bout it!” Katsuki bemoaned, glaring at the other, “It’s so stupid and I just wanna squeeze it and kiss y’r dum fuckin’ freckles all the time. Lovin’ you is so annoying; I swear to God.”
Izuku gasped, gripping onto Katsuki’s arm, “What did you just say?”
“’Re ya fuckin deaf?” Katsuki growled, leaning next to Izuku’s ear, “Your. Face. Is. Stupid.”
“Not that,” Izuku rolls his eyes. When Katsuki just kind of looks at him, Izuku relents, breathing out, “You said you loved me.”
“Shit.” Katsuki’s ears reddened, “Don’ tell sober me that I told you that. It was s’posed to be a secret.”
“Don’t tell- Kacchan!” Izuku grabbed his shoulders as the blonde tried to escape, pulling him back into his chair, “How long have you known? How long were you planning on keeping this a secret?”
Katsuki sighed, resting his head on Izuku’s shoulder, “Forever, maybe. I don’ know.”
“Why?”
“Didn’t want things to change. Didn’t want you to hate me.”
Izuku exhales, resting a hand in the blonde’s hair. Katsuki leans into the touch. “I could never hate you. Pretty much the opposite, really.”
Katsuki leans back, meeting Izuku’s eyes. He whispers, looking nervous about the answer. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
Katsuki smiles, resting his head back on Izuku’s shoulder happily.
“I will be having some words with sober Kacchan, though.”
“Shit. I’d hate to be that guy,” Katsuki mutters. Izuku laughs, running his hands through blonde strands once more.
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Katsuki drags himself from unconsciousness with a groan, feeling around blindly for his bedside lamp. God he feels like death. He flicks on the light, and sees his phone plugged in, which is honestly better than he expected. He goes to grab it, then pauses when he sees a full cup of water, some aspirin, and a note.
“Hi Kacchan!
Hope your headache isn’t too bad this morning! I left you some extra strength aspirin, so make sure to take them, okay?”
Katsuki rubs a hand down his face. So Izuku was the one who brought him home.
Izuku was the one that saw him drunk.
Fucking Fantastic.
Memories of the previous night come flooding back as he reads the last couple lines.
“Oh, and don’t forget about our little talk you promised me, alright?
XO Izuku”
Katsuki pales.