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“Wow, it’s really busy here, isn’t it?” Ochako comments, perusing the room. The joint is filled damn near to the brim with warm bodies shuffling about, loud voices yelling over each other and rambunctious laughter tearing through the many sounds of the pub.

“That’s Quiz Night for you.” Izuku agrees, accepting his beer from the frenzied bartender with a polite smile.

Ochako frowns. “If I’d known I wouldn’t have agreed to come to this thing.”

“It’s not that bad,” Izuku argues. “I mean, it’s quite fun how into it people get.”

“I suppose.” Ochako murmurs, taking her own beer from the bartender. She glances back at the jam-packed room. “It’s just so busy in here, it’s kinda off-putting.”

“That’s why I asked Todoroki to get a table in the back.” Izuku nods his head towards the back of the room where the man is sat with Iida, awaiting their drinks to be brought over to them. “I knew you wouldn’t like being caught in the hustle of it all.”

“That’s sweet at least.” She nods, taking a sip of her beer.

“Just basic human decency.” Izuku shrugs.

“You’d be surprised how many people lack that.” Ochako sighs.

Izuku levels her with a questioning gaze. “You alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ochako nods absently. “Just annoying customers at work. The usual with retail. But I don’t want to talk about that tonight,” She leans against the bar and gives her friend a saucy wink. “Let’s talk about you instead.”

“What about me?”

“How come you’ve not dated anyone since Shinsou?”

“Oh my God, Ochako please.” Izuku groans, pressing back against the counter to allow another patron to press past him. “Not now.”

“Come on,” She insists. “It’s been like, what? Four months? You guys weren’t even dating seriously, so how come it’s taking you so long to get back out there?”

“Because it’s difficult.” He pouts.

“Like fuck it is.”

“It is!” Izuku argues. “It’s not like I can just find a guy I like the looks of on the streets and then flirt with him.”

“Why not?”

“Because he might not be gay.”

Ochako points an accusing finger at him. “You won’t know unless you try.”

“And I might end up getting harassed if I try and the dude’s a major homophobe.” Izuku complains with open arms.

“Surely being hit on by anyone would be flattering? I mean, it’s not like you’re a sleaze who catcalls on the streets or touches people on public transport.”

“Doesn’t matter if I’m ‘appropriate’ with my come-ons,” Izuku states with half-hearted air quotes. “There’s never a good way to hit on a guy outside of gay clubs and dating apps without it having some element of danger to it. I just don’t like taking the risk, Ochako.”

Ochako drops her head to the side, a look of concern coming across her features. “But you always complain about how terrible those apps are.”

“They are terrible!” Izuku groans, throwing his head back. “Everyone on them always introduce sex into the conversation after literally two minutes regardless of whether I respond or not, and all their photos are of nudes of people who aren’t themselves.”

“You’re just not using the right dating app.” Ochako waves away. “What about Tinder?”

“I fully distrust the men on Tinder.” Izuku opposes vehemently. “They’re either awful at holding a conversation or good-looking to the point of being suspicious. You just know someone who is that fit being on Tinder spells trouble; there’s bound to be something wrong with them, like they have a terrible personality or loads of pet snakes.”

Ochako’s brows draw together in confusion. “I’m not sure those are synonymous.”

“In my mind they are.” Izuku defends firmly.

Ochako emits a snort laugh. “Alright. Well, me thinks the man doth over-think it a tad.”

“Doth he?” Izuku challenges with flashing eyes.

“Yes.” Ochako responds immediately. She takes a small sip of her beer and leans closer to Izuku, allowing herself to be heard over the rumble of the crowd. “I know you, Izuku. You’re an over-thinker. You worry too much, and that causes you to stress out way beyond belief. You never really take a chance because you always weigh your options beforehand.”

“That’s not a bad thing!” Izuku protests.

“It’s not bad,” Ochako agrees. “But the problem is that if there are some negatives to a situation, or even the slightest possibility of failure, you don’t take it on.” She hesitates briefly, then concedes a small nod of the head. “Well, most of the time anyway. You’re brave in the strangest of situations.”

Izuku pouts. It’s a half-compliment at best from his friend, and at worst an insult, although probably a well-meaning one. Izuku’s never been great at taking criticisms about his over-thinking, mainly because it’s an aspect of his personality he’s relied on since childhood and kept him safe until this very moment. He doesn’t think it right to knock something that’s done him mostly well in the past, but he understands that for someone like Ochako, who very much believes you miss 100% of the chances you don’t take, that kind of approach to life must be quite mind-numbingly boring. To put it kindly.

He’s about to open his mouth and argue when something knocks into the side of his head.

“Ow! What the hell?” Izuku hisses, rubbing at his temple.

“Watch it, asshole.” A dark voice rumbles.

Izuku swivels his head round to the culprit, eyes suddenly fierce. “Excuse you? You bumped into me.” He spits out over the din of the pub, the loud chatter almost drowning out his words.

The guy, some rough-looking blond, raises a single incredulous brow at him. “Buddy, if you didn’t wanna get knocked into you shouldn’t hog up the bar counter when you’ve already got a drink.”

“I’m sitting here.”

“Well move the fuck elsewhere,” The guy looks over Izuku at the bar and attempts to elbow past him. “Some of us actually want to order drinks.”

“We’re waiting on drinks.” Izuku counters sharply, puffing himself up to appear bigger.

The guy stops. His gaze falls to the drinks and Izuku and Ochako’s hands before returning to Izuku’s with a peevish expression. “You’ve already got them.”

“For our friends.” Izuku grits out. Who does this guy think he is acting all high and mighty? They’re in a bloody pub for Heaven’s sake, not a royal gathering. He’s so very tempted to dump his beer all over the guy, drenching him in foul smelling sticky liquid, but Ochako’s hand on his arm stops him.

“Sorry dude, we didn’t realise we were taking up space.” She apologises with a small smile aimed the blond’s way. It clearly does nothing to ease the situation as the guy still appears to be cantankerous. Ochako gently pulls at Izuku’s arm as she leads him away from the tense situation, a move most foul in Izuku’s eyes. Clearly Ochako doesn’t see this as an important battle to be fought, but she doesn’t seem to realise that he’s more invested and pettier than her.

“What’re you doing, Ochako?” He whispers harshly, carefully extracting his hand from her grip. “I was in the middle of something.”

“While you were chewing his head off the bartender dropped off the rest of our drinks.” Ochako explains, pushing a bright, orange cocktail into Izuku’s free hand. “We don’t need to stick around anymore.”

Izuku grins his teeth and makes to argue, but before he has the chance Ochako points a warning finger at him. “No ‘buts’. We didn’t come here to fight, we came to have a good time, right?”

“Right.” Izuku half-heartedly mumbles, though he doesn’t fully agree. Sure, he doesn’t get into as many fights ever since he graduated high school, but he’s still held onto that scrappy stamina that got him through those years.

Ochako picks up the last drink, a green cocktail, and shoots him a beaming smile. “Good. Now let’s head out, this area is making me claustrophobic. Why is everyone so goddamn sweaty, ugh.” With a shiver she turns and begins to weave her way through the crowd.

Izuku begins to walk after her, but before he disappears into the swarm of jostling bodies he turns back towards the blond and yells, “Next time try being polite, asshole!”

The blond in question barely acknowledges his words with a flip of the middle finger before continuing to push his way to the bar. The reaction only fans Izuku’s flames of anger, but he manages to clench his fists around the drinks in his hands and resolutely turn on his heels. He miraculously manages to make his way through the jostling crowd without spilling anything and arrives at their table in the back mere moments after Ochako who has already handed one of the cocktails off to Iida.

Izuku follows suit and hands his orange cocktail over to Todoroki. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.” The man nods.

“No problem.” Izuku takes a seat next to him. Iida has already started in on his drink which causes a laugh out of Ochako.

“Guess you lot are more ready for the drinks than the quiz, huh?” She jests.

Todoroki takes a long sip of his bright cocktail. “As ready as can be.”

“Calm,” She grins, raising her glass. “So are we, right Izuku?”

“Hm?” He responds absent-mindedly.

Ochako heaves a small sigh. “We’re also ready for the quiz, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, we are.” Izuku murmurs, eyes narrowing at the bar in the distance. There are too many people milling about for him to accurately direct his displeasure at one specific person in mind.

“So get your mind off of the blond.”

Izuku instantly turns to Ochako, “I’m not thinking about that douche.”

“You were glaring daggers at him just now.” She drawls, unimpressed.

“He was just so rude.” Izuku mutters in a foul tone. “So aggravating, you know? With a stupid and annoying face too.”

Todoroki throws Ochako an inquisitive look. She rolls her eyes in response and clarifies, “Some guy told us to get away from the counter because we weren’t ordering.”

“Which wasn’t true!” Izuku immediately defends. “We were waiting for your drink orders.”

“Which we got like a second after the dude bumped into us, so no harm done.” Ochako states calmly.

“But he was rude! You have to admit he was rude.”

“Yeah, he was rude, but that’s that. No need to get hung up over someone you won’t be seeing again.” She shrugs and takes a sip of her beer.

Izuku sits back with an aggravated sigh. He wishes he was better at letting things go like Ochako, especially insignificant, petty things like this interaction. To be fair, Izuku would have been over this as soon as they settled back at their table, but there was just something about the guy that rubbed him the wrong way. He had a real punchable face. Looked real cocky too, acting all tough and dismissive. God, it irked Izuku.

The sudden sound of the microphone shrieking jolts Izuku out of both mind and seat.

“Goooood evening, everyone! I hope you’re all seated and ready to wrestle this beast of a quiz tonight!” A voice bellows.

Izuku looks to its source and finds a man stood on the slightly elevated stage of the pub with papers in one hand and a microphone in the other. He has dark shades on and a smile that looks to go for miles.

“Alright, alright, alright! My name is Present Mic, and I will be taking on the wonderful role of announcer for this event! Let’s make tonight a night to remember, shall we? Let me hear your excitement!”

The announcer holds his hand up to his ear with an expectant smile. It’s too wide and eerie for Izuku’s liking, but he manages a small clap. There’s some additional hoots and claps along with his own, but that seems to be all the noise the announcer will be receiving.

The man drops his hand and shakes his head in disappointment. “Well, well, well… Seems like you guys suck at showing your excitement, but that’s alright! I’m plenty excited for tonight and possess enough charisma to make up for your lack of! Now let’s get this party rolling!”

“Damn, dude is loud.” Ochako comments with a wince.

The rest of the table nods in agreement, a sudden feeling of fear for their eardrums coming over them.

“Now, I must ask everyone who will be partaking in the quiz to join their teams as we’re about to get this boat rocking shortly! And for those of you who aren’t joining us, make sure to follow the laws of the pub and drink!”

The room suddenly shifts, the din of the crowd increasing as people sort themselves into their teams or get ready for a night of full-blown, leisurely drinking. Izuku’s eyes hook onto a recognisable head of spiky blond hair splitting from the bar, and against his better judgment closely watches their every move. He watches the man hustle through the throng of people with his drink clutched to his chest, watches him shoot dirty looks at everyone pressing around him, and watches him break through the cluster to head towards the table right next to theirs.

It’s only when the blond takes a seat that the situation really registers with Izuku.

“What the fuck?” He yelps, turning in his chair to glare at the guy. “Sit somewhere else.”

The exclamation immediately catches the blond’s attention, and he turns to peer his over his shoulder. The irritated look colouring his face suddenly transforms into a gratingly satisfied one.

“Well, what do you know?” The guy drawls. “If it ain’t Hog Boss himself.”

“I’m not a Hog Boss.” Izuku splutters indignantly. “Why are you sat there of all places?”

The blond appears to contemplate his response before smirking. “I wanted a front view seat of your crying face when our team crushes you.”

“Yo, Baku-bro, you know this guy?” A foreign voice pipes up. Izuku looks to the source to find a guy with an eye-searing shade of red hair looking between the two of them with a raised brow.

“Nah, he’s just some lil’ bitch from the bar.” The blond comments as he nonchalantly takes a sip of his drink without breaking eye contact.

Izuku’s shoulders tense up and he grinds his teeth. “Listen—“

But he doesn’t get far before Ochako sharply interrupts. “Hey pal, maybe cut down on the asshole attitude just a tad?”

The blond’s gaze cuts to Ochako, a brief look of disdain twisting his mouth down. He opens it to presumably argue and escalate the situation like the dickhead he probably is, when the redhead quickly cuts in.

“Hey there! I’m so sorry for inconveniencing you. My name is Kirishima, and just let me say that I’m sure whatever transpired between you guys is entirely Baku-bro’s fault and I apologise on his behalf. I swear the rest of us are actually decent human beings.” He gestures back at the group with a friendly smile, displaying his canines. “This here is Mina, she’s a real fireball and one of the spunkiest people you’ll have the pleasure of meeting. Dude sitting next to her is Denki, the greatest guy and laughs real easy,” The redhead places their hands on the blond’s shoulders. “and this little ray of sunshine here is Katsuki.”

The blond— Katsuki, or whatever— clearly does not like the action as he immediately shrugs off Kirishima’s hands. The redhead just shakes his head fondly and turns his gaze back on Izuku and the gang. “Nice to meet you, basically.”

Izuku remains suspicious of the whole ordeal, but Iida seems to have decided that this Kirishima guy is reliable enough. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Kirishima. I am happy to find that you seem to possess slightly better finesse than your boorish friend.”

Katsuki slams his drink down on his table and growls, “Whassat?”

The girl at the table— Mina— claps her hands in delight. “Damn dude, you’re so well-spoken! What do you do, cultural radio shows? Theatre? I bet it’s something dignified.”

Katsuki whips his head around with a hiss. “No, stop, don’t fraternise with the enemy.”

Kirishima waves him off and directs his bright grin at Izuku all of a sudden. “Never mind him, his bark is worse than his bite. But I wonder, who exactly are you? Baku-bro clearly hates you which naturally means I love and respect you.”

The admission startles a laugh out of Izuku. “I’m…” He starts, but quickly trails off. A frown pulls at his lips as he registers that he’s talking to the enemy here. He begins to turns back to his own table. “We should get back to our teams, I think the quiz will be starting any minute now.”

Ochako throws a thumb in Iida’s direction and announces, “This guy here is called Iida Tenya and he works as a member of the Democratic Party in our state.”

“Ooooh, politics!” Mina exclaims, eyebrows rising high on her forehead. “Politics! Now that is dignified.”

“Debatable.” The remaining guy in the group snorts.

Izuku barely has time to recall his name before Ochako is hooking her arm over his shoulders and aims a luminous grin at Kirishima. “And this guy here is Izuku Midoriya and he’s a friggin’ doll.”

“Ochako!” Izuku yelps.

Kirishima laughs good-heartedly and raises his hands in defeat. “No sweat, buddy, I’ll let you go. I can tell when someone wants to exit a conversation. Just want to leave you with a ‘good luck’,” he nods at Izuku, then turns to the rest of his gang and does the same. “And a ‘good luck’ to you guys too. May the best team win.”

With that final announcement Kirishima turns back to his own table which immediately erupts into chatter. Izuku throws a sceptical look their direction before jumping to the blond who hasn’t said a single word these past few moments. The guy levels him with a pensive look before turning his back to Izuku.

Izuku jerks back at the action, oddly miffed.

Ochako turns back to their own table and smiles brightly. “They seemed nice.”

“Do not dance with the devil, Ochako.” Izuku mumbles as he takes a swig of his beer.

“Jesus, you’re dramatic.” She huffs with a roll of the eyes.

Izuku attempts to surreptitiously glance back at the opposing table, but he’s caught off-guard by the blond already peering back at him. The sight causes a shiver to run over the back of Izuku’s neck, and he does the first thing that comes to mind. He sticks his tongue out. Surprisingly it causes the blond to snort.

“Mature.” Ochako comments from beside him.

Izuku turns back to their table. “I’m not talking to you.”

“That sounds like talking to me.” Todoroki chimes in. Izuku looks to his friend with a look of utter betrayal. Et tu, Brute?

He can sense a pair of eyes prickling at his back, and Izuku can hazard a solid guess as to who they belong to. Instead of turning to face Katsuki face on he decides he won’t give the man the satisfaction of having been acknowledged and instead squares his shoulders as he forcefully ignores him.

Todoroki seems to have clued onto his behaviour because he throws Izuku a worried look. “Izuku. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” He replies tersely. “Let’s just play the quiz.”

*

What followed was a whirlwind of trivia, loud shouting, and competitiveness Izuku has never before experienced in his life. He’s not antagonistic by nature, not at all, but when the sudden appearance of the cocky, blond asshole comes into play he suddenly seems to be hell-bent on winning.

“Alright ladies and gents, riddle me this! In which city did famed gangster Al Capone operate?” The announcer bellows.

“That’s not even a riddle.” Todoroki points out.

“Eh, semantics.” Ochako waves away, pulling the answer sheet and pen towards herself. “Do any of you actually know the answer?”

“Yes.” Iida speaks up. “I believe Al Capone operated in Chicago.”

Ochako aims the pen and a wink at Iida. “Wouldn’t expect anything less from our resident politician.”

“Can you whisper it next time?” Izuku adds, gaze darting to the table beside them. They can’t afford to have their answers stolen, not by someone as dickheaded as Katsuki who keeps fucking glancing over at him. What is the dude’s problem?

Iida frowns. “I am not yet a politician, Ochako.”

“Just a matter of time.” She responds as she furiously scribbles down the answer.

*

“According to legend, who rode through the streets of Coventry naked and was seen by someone called Tom, leading to the phrase ‘Peeping Tom’?”

Izuku slams his fist onto the table, rattling the drinks. “Tom Jones!”

A sudden boisterous laugh erupts from the table next to them, and Izuku looks over to see Kirishima hunched over with shaking shoulders.

“Tom Jones?” Katsuki repeats incredulously. “Did you seriously just fucking say Tom Jones?”

A slap on the arm immediately draws Izuku back round to his own group. A furious Ochako snags him by the front of his shirt and pulls him forward. “What’re you doing?!”

“Throwing them off the scent.” Izuku replies in a hushed tone, attempting to pry her off of him.

“By shouting out Tom Jones of all people? The singer?” She hisses. “Who the hell would do that?”

Todoroki shrugs. “It’s not unusual.”

Ochako releases a hold of Izuku and directs her dead gaze on him instead. “I… despise you.”

*

“What is the chemical name of ‘laughing gas’?”

“Shit, what’s the chemical letters for gas? Is it C?” Izuku mutters, rubbing the back of his head.

“That is Carbon.” Todoroki corrects. “And I believe the announcer said we needed to give the chemical name, not element.”

Izuku’s eyebrows crease together. “What’s the difference?”

“’Scuse me,” A voice interrupts. The whole table peers up from their huddle to latch onto Kirishima who is stood over them with a smile. Izuku immediately throws his hands over their answer sheets and covers it with the majority of his upper body. They can’t reveal anything to the enemy. No surrender.

“Sorry for interrupting, but I was wondering if I could have a word with you?” Kirishima aims the question at Ochako.

Her eyebrows crawl up her forehead. “Me?”

“Just for a moment, I swear. Then you can return to your team straight away.”

“Don’t do it.” Izuku fails to hiss in a low tone. “You don’t know what he’s capable of.”

Kirishima barely lets out a snort of laughter before he covers it up with a cough. Shaking his head he holds up his hands and says, “I promise I come in peace. Nothing suspicious, just a quick 30-second chat about something completely unrelated to the quiz.”

Izuku narrows his eyes at the guy. That sounds awfully suspicious to him. “Are you going to ask her out? Because she’s not interested.”

“Izuku!” Ochako gasps.

“I’m really not.” Kirishima declares quickly, looking more than just mildly amused. “My boyfriend and girlfriend are both sat at my table, I’ve got more than enough love in my life, bud.”

“Oh.” Izuku breathes, but his scepticism still remains. The sound of a chair scraping against the floor catches his attention, and he turns to see Ochako in the process of getting out of her seat.

“I’m all ears, dude, but let’s just make it quick, yeah?”

Kirishima nods kindly. “Sure thing.”

Ochako steps around her chair, but before she follows Kirishima she aims an irritated look at Izuku. “I can’t believe you called him out like that. That’s so rude.”

“But he—“ Izuku doesn’t get an opportunity to defend himself before she strides away. Not having an Ochako to explain his reasoning to Izuku turns to the other members of the table to listen to his totally non-paranoid woes. “It sounded like he wanted to ask her out.”

“It did.” Iida agreed. “However it was not your choice to reveal that to all of us, regardless of his true intentions.”

“It’s not,” Izuku breaks off in a huff. “It’s not mean or anything to ask though, is it?”

“It is not.” Iida concedes as he pushes his glasses up his nose. “However I know I would not enjoy being the source of scrutiny if I were to show an interest in an individual, especially not by that individual’s friends.”

That was basically a more articulate and politic way of saying that Izuku shouldn’t have called out Kirishima’s intentions aloud, even if he did end up being wrong. Heaving a sigh Izuku takes a long swig of his drink. This night really is taking a toll on him.

Movement beside him catches his attention, and he sees Ochako is already back in her seat.

Izuku abandons his drink in favour of interrogating his friend. “What did he say?”

“What?” Ochako asks faux-innocently. He can see her lips curving up into a mischievous smile, and a mischievous Ochako does not bode well for him.

“What did he say?” Izuku presses.

“Nothing.” She singsongs before taking a sip of her beer.

Izuku’s eyes narrow further. “Seriously, what?”

Ochako swallows her mouthful and playfully tilts her head in his direction. “I know something you don’t.”

“I know, that’s why you were whispering it.” Izuku says, feeling ruffled. “What is it?

“I’ll tell you after the quiz.”

“Why not now?” Izuku frowns.

“Just… trust me on this one.” She answers evasively.

Izuku sits back in his seat with a pout. “You’re a terrible friend.”

“I’m sure you won’t be saying that by tonight.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’ll tell you later.” She repeats, but the grin pulling into her cheeks doesn’t fill Izuku with any sense of confidence. He takes another chug of his drink and stares down his ‘friend’. He’s so fucking curious.

*

“Alrighty you lot, next up: what, pray tell, is a Zepplin?”

Izuku snatches the pen and answer sheet from the centre of the table and begins scrawling. “Don’t worry, gang, I got this one.”

“Calm!” Ochako exclaims with a clap on his back. Izuku barely manages to hold back a pained wince only because he’s preoccupied writing down the answer.

“What do you mean it’s a ‘led’? Are you an actual idiot?!” A voice shrieks from their neighbouring table. Izuku manages to look back in time to see Kirishima swiftly avoiding a slap to the head by Katsuki. The scene causes him to chuckle darkly and he returns to their answer sheet with renewed effort.

Good. If they fail that means Izuku’s team wins. That’s how it’s supposed to be.

*

“Now can you all tell me what exactly is ‘dry ice’?”

Ochako touches a finger to her bottom lip and hesitantly asks, “Is it… is it not dry ice?”

Todoroki looks equally doubtful. “You would think so since it’s called ‘dry ice’.”

“Perhaps it is a trick question.” Iida offers.

Ochako snaps her fingers at him. “That could be it!”

“We’re running out of time, guys.” Izuku hurries, tapping his pencil against the table top. He’d made the mistake of glancing back at their opponents and they looked to have already noted down their answer. Damn it.

“Shall we come back to it later?” Todoroki proposes with a glance around the group.

Uraraka and Iida make to nod, but Izuku interrupts with a, “No. We’ll just end up debating it too much. I’ll just put down ‘dry ice’. It probably is a trick question.”

Izuku’s so busy scribbling out his response that he misses the worried exchange of glances between his team members.

*

“Moving on! What common name is given to a puppet controlled from above by using wires or strings?”

“Anyone in the government.” Katsuki quips.

The joke startles a laugh out of an eavesdropping Izuku, but he immediately slaps a hand over his mouth before it can get loud. No. Katsuki doesn’t deserve his laughter. Besides, maybe the guy didn’t even notice.

Katsuki peers over his shoulder and lazily drawls, “I noticed.”

Izuku whirls around with eyes aflame. “Fuck you.”

*

“In mythology, Romulus and Remus were brought up by which animal?”

“I’m out.” Iida declares as he passes over the pen and answer sheet to Todoroki. “I believed Romulus to be a planet on Star Trek.”

“It is a planet on Star Trek.” Todoroki confirms. “Although it seems the name was taken from mythology.”

“I did not realise that.” Iida nods slowly.

“…Yeah, me neither.” Todoroki admits. He holds the pen and answer sheet up towards Izuku and Ochako. “This one’s on you two.”

The two of them look from the items in Todoroki’s hand to each other. Yeah, this’ll most definitely be a loss for their team.

*

“What is the capital of Hungary?”

“Bucharest.” Izuku overhears Katsuki state confidently.

He emits a derisive snort. “That’s Romania.”

The blond drapes his arm over the back of his chair as he looks over his shoulder. “Oh, right, it is. The capital of Hungary is Budapest, not Bucharest. They sound pretty similar, don’t they?” His lips twitch up into a shit-eating smirk. “Thanks for the help.”

“Oh, I gave you that one!” Izuku yells crossly.

“And hopefully in the near future I might give you something in return.” Katsuki drawls lazily with a wink thrown Izuku’s way.

The action has him blushing something furious. “Seriously, fuck you.”

A gentle tap on his arm pulls Izuku’s directed anger onto whoever interrupted him. “Deku, sweetie,” Ochako begins. “I think you might be getting a bit too invested in this quiz.”

Izuku grabs Ochako by her shoulders and pulls her close until she’s a mere inch away from his face. “I want you to bring me his heart on a platter.” He growls lowly.

Todoroki places an offended hand against his chest. “Oh my.”

*

Eventually the quiz does draw to its inevitable end. The answer sheets from each table are gathered up by a representative of the pub and the points accumulated before being announced. It’s a tense twenty minutes where the pub starts up into loud chatter, the element of competition having been replaced with good-natured banter and drinking once more.

Izuku spends the majority of the waiting period pulling faces at Katsuki and trading vicious barbs with the man. Infuriatingly enough it does nothing to deter him from being an ass. If anything, the guy seems to be taking immense joy in their interactions, and that just incenses Izuku even further.

“Who the fuck does he think he is?” Izuku hisses tightly, completely unaware of his team congregating behind his back.

“You guys think we should hold an intervention?” Ochako proposes. It’s met with twin nods of agreement from Todoroki and Iida, but before they can create and execute their most likely amazing and successful plan, an ear-shattering voice pierces the din of the pub.

“Aaaaaalright! Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention please!” The voices of the pub slowly die down as the attention is focused on the very flamboyant announcer. “We have now completed tallying up the points of the quiz and can let you know that the winner tonight is— drum roll, please,” The announcer mimics drumming with sticks for a brief moment, “The winner is— Halal, Is It Meat You’re Looking For!”

A sudden explosion of shrieking and cheering erupted from the table beside Izuku’s. His eyes immediately jumped over to the scene to catch their four enemies engaging in hugs all around, save Katsuki who looked to be keeping his distance with a look of disdain.

Izuku’s insides drop. Fuck. “We lost.”

“It’s alright.” Ochako coos, quick to rub comforting circles into his back. “We didn’t do too bad ourselves.”

“We think.” Todoroki adds. “We do not yet know our scores.”

Ochako shoots him a silencing look. “Read the atmosphere, man.”

“I’m so sorry.” Izuku murmurs miserably, burying his head in his hands. “I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have said the Bucharest answer out loud. I got too cocky. I caused us to fail. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault!” Ochako stresses, pulling Izuku’s head out of his hands. “You win some, you lose some. It’s not that complicated.”

“It’s all my fault.” He sighs deeply, lolling his head back and dropping his arms at his side.

“Deku…” Ochako hums, pressing her thumb into the base of his neck. “It’s fine, it’s just a dumb quiz. There’ll be another one next week.”

Izuku doesn’t deem that with a response but just continues to sit in stunned silence. They lost. He can’t believe they lost. He should’ve done better. God damn it.

Ochako’s hand migrates from his neck and starts in on massaging the back of his head. The motion of her fingers digging into his curls helps soothe some of his anguish, but it’s not nearly enough to make him feel better.

“Hey, Izuku?” Ochako asks.

“Mm?”

“You know that thing I was going to tell you about later?”

Izuku tilts his head to look at his friend. The action causes her hand to slip out of his hair. “Yeah.”

She indicates her head towards the bar. “Go sit on that stool over there by the bar.”

Izuku’s brows draw together. “Why?”

“Just do it.” She nudges, gently shoving him out of his seat. “Trust me.”

“But I don’t trust you…” Izuku mutters, all the while still vacating his chair and heading towards the bar. Throughout his trek he keeps throwing her curious glances over his shoulder, and each time he’s met with the image of her shooing him away. Finally Izuku reaches the bar and slides into one of the few empty stools available. Once sat he turns to face Ochako once more, raising a single questioning brow her way. All he gets in reply is a bright grin and two thumbs up.

Izuku’s barely been sat at the counter for a minute when he registers the presence of someone else nearby. He turns round just in time to catch a figure sliding into the seat next to him. It’s Katsuki.

Izuku immediately freezes up.

The blond levels Izuku with a long, silent look. His blood red eyes seem to demand attention, and Izuku struggles to tear his gaze away. “So we won, huh?”

That seems to break Izuku out of his trance. He instantly turns in his seat to face the bar, arms crossed on the counter.

“You must be feeling pretty bummed.” Katsuki hums.

“I’m fine.” Izuku replies sharply.

A deep chuckle reverberates through Katsuki’s chest. “Sure sounds like it.”

“What’re you even doing here?” Izuku snaps. He keeps his gaze resolutely focused on the shelves of alcohol lining the wall across from his seat. “Aren’t you gonna celebrate with your members? Enjoy your legally won prize?”

“They can celebrate just fine without me.” Katsuki replies, also turning to face the same direction as Izuku. “Lemme buy you a drink.”

“What?” Izuku’s head whips to the side. “Why?”

“As compensation for losing.”

“Oh.”

Katsuki’s lips stretch into a leer as he looks to Izuku. “What? You expecting something more?”

“No!” Izuku denies instantly. “I wasn’t.”

“Alright, then let me buy you a drink.”

“I don’t want it.” Izuku huffs.

Katsuki ignores his words and raises a hand at the bartender working behind the counter. “Could I have two Southern Comforts with lemonade.”

“Sure thing, sir.” The bartender smiles politely at him before reaching for two tall glasses beneath the bar.

Katsuki throws them a nod then turns back to Izuku. “Your friend tells me you have a penchant for liqueur.”

Izuku doesn’t know which one of his friends it is, but they’re dead to him now.

“Wouldn’t have expected that from someone as scrawny as you.” Katsuki comments.

Izuku’s shoulders tense up, but he keeps a lid on his anger. He knows the guy is just trying to rile him up. He know this, and yet it’s so incredibly difficult to keep himself from kicking Katsuki’s ass six times into Sunday. The guy just has such an abrasive presence. He’s loud without saying much. He’s proven to be full of himself in such a short amount of time. He’s so fucking bothersome Izuku just wants to scream, but he doesn’t.

Instead, the two of them just sit in relative silence until their drinks arrive. Katsuki accepts them both with a grunt, possibly his version of a ‘thank you’, and slides one of the glasses over to Izuku.

“Here.”

Although Izuku currently despises Katsuki with almost every fibre of his being, he’s not that much of an idiot that he’d waste alcohol, especially not alcohol he likes. Besides, he saw it being made and knows it’s not been tampered with.

With a reluctant sigh Izuku accepts the drink and takes a sip. His eyes slide shut. Damn, that’s good.

“Like it?” Katsuki drawls.

Izuku’s eyes open just a sliver as they seek out Katsuki’s crimson ones. He maintains eye contact for an awkwardly long time before shrugging.

Katsuki takes a careful sip of his drink and shakes his head. “Not gonna lie. Thought you’d be a lot mouthier from that show I saw earlier. You strike me as the kind of guy who gets easily riled up.”

The words hit a nerve with Izuku, and he glares over at Katsuki. “And you strike me as the kind of guy who probably wishes he could self-fellatio.”

The proclamation has the blond coughing out a laugh mid-sip. “Damn.” He thumps his chest with his fist a couple of times before wiping at his mouth, lips stretched into a wide grin. “That one was good. I ain’t even mad.”

Against his better judgement Izuku smiles. “Thanks.”

“You know,” Katsuki begins, briefly running a hand through his fringe. “You shouldn’t feel too bad about losing. You could still win the grand prize of the evening.”

Izuku’s face pinches into one of confusion.

Katsuki throws him a wink. “Me.”

Izuku continues to level Katsuki with a perplexed expression, eyebrows drawn together and mouth hanging slightly agape. Time seems to trickle by as the two of them continue to stare off, Izuku with his look of disbelief, and Katsuki with his self-satisfied grin.

After what seems like an eternity Izuku announces, “You should apologise for that joke because it was atrocious.”

Katsuki’s grin widens. “I stand by it.”

That forces a huff of laughter out of Izuku. He catches onto it immediately and hurriedly masks it up by taking another sip of his drink as an excuse to form his features back into a disapproving scowl.

“So,” Katsuki drawls, eyes never leaving Izuku. It should be unnerving, but if anything it just adds an element of volatile tension to their interaction. “If you’re not going to accept my very generous and well worth offer, could I interest you in something else perhaps?”

Izuku snorts. “No.”

“A rematch.” Katsuki barrels on.

Izuku stumbles in his response, caught off by the blond’s offer. “Th-the quiz is over.”

“I know.” Katsuki angles his body so he’s facing Izuku fully. “But this pub has got a quiz game machine.”

Izuku’s frown deepens. “Where?”

Katsuki nods to his left and Izuku instantly looks in the direction. Sure enough, perched up against the end of the counter is a huge game machine. It looks to be rather old and similar to the original Pac-Man machines, but the flashing buttons on its surface promise it’s good to go.

Izuku turns back to Katsuki who is already looking straight at him.

“Winner buys the loser drinks.” The blond declares.

“Shouldn’t it be the other way around?” Izuku points out.

“Listen,” Katsuki sighs, rubbing at his temples. “The only reason I can think of you back-talking me so much is that you’re afraid of losing.”

“I’m not scared.” Izuku defends quickly.

“Sure as hell doesn’t sound like it.”

Izuku’s eyes flash dangerously. “I’m not scared.”

Katsuki’s hand drops from his temple. He peers at Izuku for a long, stretched out moment. Finally, a smirk lifts up the corners of his mouth to reveal his pearly whites.

“Bring it, bitch.”

*

They both end up cramped into the tight space before the machine, hovering over the screen and alternating between asking and answering questions. Unlike the pub quiz, the game machine is multiple choice which reduces the element of competition somewhat whilst simultaneously strengthening. Either that or maybe Izuku wants to beat Katsuki at this a lot more than he was aware of.

“Rikki Tikki Tavi was what kind of animal?” Katsuki reads off the screen.

“Mongoose.” Izuku declares confidently.

The blond presses the choice. The machine chirps and the ‘mongoose’ option flashes green. Katsuki shoots Izuku a grin. “Nerd.”

“Shut up, you’re no better.” Izuku counters, leaning over the screen to read the next question. “Now, which person has won the most number of Academy Awards?”

“Easy.” Katsuki takes a quick swig of his drink before responding, “Walt Disney.”

“And you call me the nerd.” Izuku teases as he chooses the answer. Katsuki hadn’t even looked at the screen.

“Listen,” The blond points an accusing finger at Izuku. “Name one motherfucker who doesn’t like Disney? Go on, name one. I dare you.”

“Chill, man.” Izuku chuckles, lifting his hands up in surrender. “Didn’t realise you were so sensitive about Disney.”

“I’m not, I’m just saying it’s factual. And now that they’ve bought Star Wars that’s a whole other fan demographic they’ve gained.”

“Whatever,” Izuku dismisses, but hides the smile at the corner of his mouth.

*

Katsuki ends up winning the quiz which just rubs salt in Izuku’s already fresh wounds. He can’t believe he failed. Again. He’s so not on top of his game tonight.

The only saving grace is that he doesn’t have to buy the drinks this time around, which eliminates any guilt he has about spending money on alcohol to drown his sorrows in. He sips his drink in silence while mulling over his losses in silence, the occasional grumble falling from his lips. He’s surprised the rest of the patrons aren’t evading him where he’s sat at the bar when he feels like a literal cloud of anger is hovering above him.

An elbow nudging him in the side brings Izuku out of his musings. He looks to the source and finds Katsuki staring at him. Similar to Izuku he’s also got a second drink in his hand, except this time he’d opted for a rum and coke.

The blond inclines his head back at the quiz game machine. “One more round?”

Izuku could be forlorn. He could be sad. He could deny the offer of another game when he’s already taken two beatings. He could, but he doesn’t. Instead he downs his drink in one fell swoop and slams the empty glass onto the counter.

“You bet your ass one more round.”

*

“What is the minimum amount of time it can take for a fire to spread into a major fire?”

“Thirty seconds.” Katsuki answers immediately.

Izuku presses the chosen button and sure enough, it’s the correct answer. He whirls around on the blond. “How the fuck do you know that? You didn’t even look at the options.”

Katsuki simply shrugs. “Need to know this kind of stuff in my line of work.”

“As an arsonist?” Izuku hedges seriously, but Katsuki just laughs.

“That was gonna be my second career path.” He jests as he rubs his chin. His eyes flash to Izuku, a smirk pulling at his lips. “I’m a fireman.”

Izuku’s cheeks suddenly feel hot and he instinctively touches at them. They weren’t this hot before. At least he doesn’t think they were. Why are they growing hot? Must be the alcohol. He is on his third drink, after all.

“I bet you’re imagining me in my uniform right now.” Katsuki says.

“No, I’m not.” Izuku defends far too quickly. Fuck. Shit.

Katsuki’s smirk stretches into a grin. “But I bet you are now.”

Izuku’s cheek grow even warmer, and he knows for sure that this time around it’s due to the unprecedented image that’s popped into his mind. Seriously, fuck Katsuki.

Katsuki bites his lower lip and Izuku’s gaze instantly jumps to it. He inwardly scolds himself for it and breaks the contact, angling himself towards the game machine’s bright screen.

“What’re you thinking about?” Katsuki’s voice rumbles deeply, sending a slight shiver up Izuku’s arms.

“None of your damn business.” He grumbles as he takes another sip of his drink. Goddamn his hot face for giving him away, goddamn Katsuki for being such a dick, and goddamn the blond particularly for getting the image of him in a fireman’s uniform stuck in Izuku’s head.

*

Eventually Izuku gains the victory for the first time that night, but he’s not quick to celebrate. No, as soon as he’s been crowned the victor he allows himself one cheery ‘whoop’ before pointing straight into Katsuki’s face and challenging, “One more round to make it even?”

Katsuki grabs Izuku’s wrist and pulls it down and out of his face. Izuku may be a little tipsy so he’s not entirely sure what he’s feeling, but he’s almost certain that the weight and heat of Katsuki’s calloused hand wrapped around his wrist makes his insides feel warm.

“It’s cute how you think you’re gonna win.” Katsuki grins.

*

Izuku does end up winning the round, and this time he allows himself to celebrate properly.

“Fucking finally!” He hoots, pumping his fist into the air as his head lulls from side to side. “That’s an even win now! I did it!”

“Sure did.” Katsuki drawls, attempting to cover up a yawn.

Izuku squints at him. “Are you… are you tired?”

“No.” Katsuki denies, shaking his head lightly. “Just had quite a bit to drink. Feeling sluggish.”

Izuku nods along to the explanation. He’s not exactly sure why, but his body is seemingly moving on autopilot.

“Anyway, congrats on finally scraping by.”

The words force Izuku to lift his head up properly and look Katsuki straight in the eye as he gives his most sincere, “Thank you.” He scratches his chest and nods at Katsuki once more. “Thank you. I tried my best and it paid off. Guess we’re both champions now.”

The blond gives a small hum of agreement, or perhaps just hums for the sake of it. Izuku can’t tell right now. He’s so hot he can’t help but fan himself slightly with his hand. It helps reduce the heat a little bit, but not near enough that he stops feeling woozy too. He also can’t feel his cheeks entirely, but when he touches them the feeling seems to return momentarily. It’s weird. Still, all of that doesn’t stop him from his subpar shit-talking.

“Guess we’re both equally good at answering questions about things.” Izuku mumbles with a shrug. It’s meant to come off as a cool gesture, but he’s not sure he’s pulling it off.

Going by Katsuki’s sudden snort he probably didn’t. “We sure are.” The man drawls lazily, looking Izuku over. His eyes are glazed over slightly, the red hue of his eyes having darkened considerably. Izuku’s not sure if his eyes are the same, but he imagines they most definitely are. “But bet you can’t answer this question.”

Izuku lifts his glass to his mouth. “Try me.”

“What’ll it take for you to come home with me?” Katsuki holds his gaze when he asks the question. It’s unrelenting, and if Izuku were in any other state than his current one he’d probably duck his head from the sheer force behind it.

Izuku tilts his head to the side as he contemplates how much he’s willing to sell himself for, and eventually settles on, “Buy me a plate of nachos.”

The response forces a dry chuckle out of Katsuki. “That’s it? Man, how easy to please are you? You’re basically just a dog.”

Izuku narrows his eyes at the insult. “Buy me two plates of nachos.”

*

Strong hands grip onto Izuku’s hips as they continue to slam him back, forcing startled gasps and deep moans past his lips. He can feel the pressure building in the pit of his stomach, the slide of Katsuki’s dick in and out of his hole creating the most amazing sensations that shoot through every bit of his body.

Izuku doesn’t even need to wonder how he ended up like this. He knows exactly how he ended up like this.

It hadn’t even taken that long, nor had it been difficult. If anything it had been too easy, and sure, Izuku wasn’t exactly a struggle to get into bed, but he wasn’t this easy. Except, when it came to Katsuki, apparently he was. The guy hadn’t even bought him the two plates of nachos like Izuku had requested, but instead one along with a platter of mozzarella fingers. So sure, he hadn’t adhered to Izuku’s demands, but he’d given him something equally great.

They’d chatted aimlessly as they shared the plates, occasionally having decent conversation but mostly roasting each other. It had been great. Izuku may have been blinded by his desire to win earlier on in the evening, but as it had droned it he became more mellow and agreeable. Although, that could have something to do with the fact that he was being wined and dined without paying a single cent himself, which honestly, was the dream. Atop of that, the man who was treating him so generously may have an asshole attitude, but damn, if he weren’t a handsome asshole.

Izuku hadn’t fully taken in Katsuki’s appearance during their rivalry period, but on closer inspection he couldn’t believe he didn’t appreciate the man’s good looks. He had spiked blond hair that suited his fiery personality to a goddamn tee. Amazing bone structure and enviably symmetrical face. He was tall too, strong-looking, and when he removed his shirt from feeling too hot to reveal his absolutely stunning arms, Izuku couldn’t fathom why on earth they were wasting time ribbing each other in the bar when they could be doing much more pleasurable things in bed.

How often did someone like Katsuki, who was hot, attracted to men, and challenged Izuku in ways he didn’t know he enjoyed being challenged, just fall into his life?

And since Katsuki’s offer still stood… Well.

A hand suddenly digs itself into the back of his head and forces his face further down into the pillow.

“Hey,” Katsuki pants. “Don’t get distracted.” He punctuates his command with a deep roll of the hips. The motion has Izuku choking out a moan, and his fingers twist up the sheets further.

“F-fuck,” He hisses. He can feel Katsuki tighten the hold on his head and force it to the side. Izuku licks his lips and breathes, “You must not be doing a good job of keeping me entertained then.”

Katsuki comes to a sudden halt. Izuku’s heartbeat races, beating hard against his chest. He can feel the promise of something coming very soon. Something dark, and primal, and so inherently Katsuki.

In the next moment Izuku’s being pressed down fully against the bed until he’s prone, with Katsuki pistoning into him from behind. The change in angle gives the blond more room to move freely and he seizes the opportunity to turn Izuku into a quivering, whimpering mess. Izuku abandons the sheets in favour of grabbing onto the pillow underneath him and hugs it tightly, using the object to muffle his moans.

“Don’t you dare.” Katsuki growls, yanking his head back. “I want to hear you.”

“Oh God,” Izuku mewls, shoulders shaking. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Katsuki holds his head back with one hand as he grips Izuku’s hips with the other. He clenches his thighs around Izuku, each thrust driving him deeper, and deeper, and fucking deeper into Izuku’s tight, hot body. The sensation is remarkable, it’s pure bliss, and Izuku is shaking from the force of Katsuki’s thrusts. He gasps out loudly at a particular hard jerk and attempts to push himself back against the hard body atop of him.

Without any warning Katsuki releases his hair and pulls out of him.

Izuku emits a guttural moan at the loss. “No.”

He hears shuffling on the bed and can feel the weight of Katsuki moving about. He peers to the side, sweat nearly blocking his vision, to see the blond lying on his back.

“What…” Izuku gulps in a breath of air. “What are you doing?”

Katsuki lazily glances over at Izuku. “I’m tired. You do the work.”

Izuku frowns at the blond. “Excuse you?”

“Well,” Katsuki starts, folding his arms behind his head. “If you’re gonna keep criticising my technique, might as well let you take the lead.”

The words spark annoyance in Izuku, but it’s short-lived. Katsuki’s sudden nonchalant attitude has incited some sort of challenge in him, another he didn’t know he possessed, and he’s keen to show what he’s capable of. Izuku gingerly crawls back onto his thighs with a huff and turns to Katsuki. He’s laid peacefully on the bed, eyes slipped shut and arms behind his head. Izuku’s gaze trails over the blond’s body as he takes his time absorbing every firm muscle, angle, and hair that makes up Katsuki Bakugou. God, he really is divine. Infuriating, but divine.

Izuku begins to shuffle towards Katsuki, one leg lifting over and to the other side of the blond. Katsuki blinks his eyes open and lifts his head slightly, watching as Izuku straddles his thighs while facing away from him.

“The fuck are you doing?”

Izuku peeks over his shoulder with a mischievous look. “Giving you a good view.”

He can pinpoint the exact moment realisation dawns on Katsuki’s face. “Fuck yeah.” He hisses, biting his bottom lip as his hands slide up Izuku’s ass and squeeze the cheeks. “I must’ve been a goddamn saint in my past life.”

“More like the Devil himself.” Izuku murmurs as he sits up and lines Katsuki’s cock up with his hole. He slides down easy, taking the blond’s length inside him in one go. The drawn-out moan that Katsuki emits as Izuku completely bottoms out has his dick twitching with pleasure. He wouldn’t say he was a dominant partner, but hearing Katsuki’s lascivious sounds as Izuku works him into a state is like music to his ears.

Izuku begins by riding Katsuki slowly, rocking back and forth on his cock until the familiar sensation of pleasure nipping at his heels appears. He then increases his speed, sliding up and down, up and down, up and down. He gyrates his hips every few thrusts which seems to throw Katsuki for a loop. Izuku can feel the blond’s body tensing up beneath him whenever he pulls one of those manoeuvres, and it does little to deter him from doing it again.

His pace increases bit by bit, just increases and increases until it’s damn near frantic. He’s bouncing on Katsuki’s dick at this point, riding him hard, and fast, and deep. Izuku loves hearing the curses pulled from the man’s mouth, all dark and laced with lust. It drives him mad. Izuku can feel himself nearing completion, and even though it’s selfish of him to focus on himself rather than Katsuki, he can’t help but chase his pleasure.

He keeps his pace, thighs shaking from the effort of riding the hard dick currently buried deep into his ass and god-fucking-damn it, he wants it deeper. So deep, so hard, he wants all of it. Izuku can feel the sweat beading between his shoulder blades and sliding down his back. He can feel Katsuki’s hands switching between tightly gripping Izuku’s calves to spreading his ass open and panting at the sight of his cock delving inside Izuku’s hot body. It’s insane. It’s hot. It’s so fucking hot, and the image of Katsuki losing his composure watching himself fuck Izuku does him in.

Izuku falters in his pace and hunches over, coming with a long groan. His cum strips the bedsheets beneath Katsuki, just barely avoiding his legs. The tightening of his muscles as he came clenches around Katsuki’s dick, and he too cums suddenly with a hissed curse. Izuku feels Katsuki’s thighs ceasing up beneath him, the strong muscle beneath his palms shaking almost as much as Izuku himself. He’s a sweaty, panting mess, and a quick glance over his shoulders shows that Katsuki too appears to be in the same state.

The blond is breathing heavily, his hands laced and resting on his forehead. Izuku assumes he’s trying to gather the tattered pieces of his mind and cool down some. It doesn’t sound like a bad idea.

Izuku gingerly pulls himself up off of Katsuki. He feels the man’s limp dick slowly slide out and hit his thigh. With a soft sigh Izuku uses his hands to move onto the space next to Katsuki and falls back. The mattress jumps slightly from the action, causing Katsuki to jerk.

“What the fuck?”

“Just me.” Izuku assures him with a half-hearted pat on the shoulder. “Tired.”

“Yeah.” Katsuki breathes. His chest continues to rise and fall at a speed faster than usual. “I get it.”

They lie together in silence for several moments, their panting the only sound to fill the room. Katsuki is the first one to get out of bed. He slides his legs over the side and removes the condom from his dick, making sure to tie it properly before disposing of it in the nearby bin. He then pushes himself to his feet and stretches, bones cracking throughout his body. Izuku feels no shame in enjoying the beauty that is stood before him. Katsuki looks fantastic, from his strong calves and firm thighs, all the way up to his wide back and muscled arm. God, he really is a peak specimen.

Katsuki turns to the nightstand by the bed and squats down. Izuku can hear him tinkering about for just a few seconds before he reappears beside him on the bed. He watches as Katsuki uses some tissue paper to wipe down the remnants of his semen before offering some clean ones to Izuku.

“No thanks,” Izuku waves away. “Didn’t get any on me.”

“What about here?” Katsuki asks, tapping at a spot on his inner thigh.

Izuku lifts his head to squint down at his thigh. “…Oh. Guess I got some there.”

He reaches for the proferred tissues in Katsuki’s hand, but the blond bats him away. “I got it.”

Izuku’s head falls back in relief. It’s not like he’s so lazy he can’t wipe himself down, but there’s just something comforting about being taken care of. A sudden wetness on his flesh has him jerking. He instantly sits up on his elbows and catches sight of Katsuki grinning filthily at him.

Izuku frowns. “Did you… did you just lick me?”

“Wanted to taste you.” Katsuki hums.

“That’s disgusting.”

“Well, aren’t you a little bitch.” Katsuki chuckles. He makes his way back towards Izuku who scoots a bit to the side to make room for him.

“I’m not, I just don’t always swallow.”

“Hm.” Katsuki responds absently. “Guess that’s something we’ll have to work on.”

The statement causes excitement to flutter through Izuku’s chest. His heart seems to be thumping at a faster pace again.

“And just so you know,” Katsuki says with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “There are more intimate places I’d like to lick you.”

Izuku’ cheeks instantly colour. “Perv.” He accuses half-heartedly.

Katsuki huffs out a laugh. He reaches over the side of the bed and tosses the crumpled up tissues into the bin before lying back down and turning on his side. He shimmies back until he hits Izuku’s chest, then drags his hand over until its placed securely over his hip.

Izuku lifts his head. “Huh.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” Izuku replies. “Just, didn’t peg you for a ‘little spoon’ kinda guy.”

“Who the fuck doesn’t want to be the little spoon?” Katsuki accuses. His voice is rough, but Izuku can see his expression is peaceful. “You feel protected in this position, and also you don’t get someone’s hair all up in your face.”

“It’s alright if they smell nice.” Izuku defends, then takes a sniff of Katsuki’s hair. “Unlike you.”

That earns him an elbow to the gut. Izuku utters a groan which quickly changes into a rumbled laugh. He readjusts his hold on Katsuki and snuggles in closer, resting his head on the guy’s shoulder. Although he may act tough and look hard as nails, seems like he’s actually quite the softie. Izuku finds he rather likes the disparity. He might just be convinced to leave his number with the guy. Just might.

A sudden chirp jolts Izuku out of his relaxed state.

Katsuki grunts. “Not mine.”

“What?” Izuku mumbles.

“Your phone.” Katsuki clarifies around a yawn.

“Oh.” Izuku looks to the nightstand where his phone is perched. Gingerly he shifts Katsuki’s weight so that he can just barely reach the phone with his fingertips. Once he’s got it he lets out a small sigh and leans back into his previous position. Katsuki snuggles back against him with a hum. The action weirdly enough reminds Izuku of a cat, and he can’t help but smile at the comparison.

Using his free hand Izuku alights his phone to see that he’s got a message from Ochako.

[Received 00:04 24/04/2018]
From: My Main Gal

Yoooooo

Izuku frowns at it momentarily before swiping his lock screen open. Just as he’s about to reply with multiple question marks in a row, his phone chirps again.

“Turn that shit off.” Katsuki mutters, and this time he does sound more vicious than previously.

“Sorry.” Izuku whispers. He presses a quick kiss to the back of Katsuki’s head before putting his notifications on mute. He then swipes open to his messages and clicks Ochako’s name.

[Received 00:07 24/04/2018]
From: My Main Gal

Aren’t you glad you listened to me? ;)

Izuku stares at the screen for several long seconds before her words register with him.

Little shit.