CH2 Party Begins
"Izuku I love you, but are you kidding me?!"
Uraraka took a deep breath, still attempting to process the words that slipped from Izuku's mouth. She pinched the bridge of her nose in disapproval, while simultaneously shaking her head.
She sat crisscrossed on the soft, plush carpet of Asui's room. — She wore comfy pink pajamas; her pajama pants were light pink and decorated with soft yellow stars. They were paired with an oversized white t-shirt that hung loosely off her shoulder.
Sitting in front of her was her best friend, Izuku Midoriya. He sat, fidgeting with his fingers, his cheeks tinted from the discussion they had just had. — Unlike Uraraka, Izuku was a bright mess. — He wore bright, big, All Might pajama pants; they were bright yellow, red, blue, and white.
Izuku wore a light blue shirt with the words "Sleep Over Shirt " on it. His hair was slightly tousled and held up with a hair tie, Giving him a laid-back appearance. It wasn't his idea; it was Uraraka's.
"Uraraka-san! You don't understand!" He cried, in an attempt to defend himself.
Uraraka huffed out a laugh. "Of course, I don't understand! I'm a sane person!"
Izuku shook his head. "Kacchan is amazing! He really is!"
"No, he isn't!"
"Yes, he is!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
They continued to bicker. — Izuku was desperately trying to defend his childhood friend, but, Uraraka wasn't caving.
Just as Uraraka was about to scream louder, Izuku cut her off. "I admire Kacchan so much! You know that Uraraka-san!" He paused, gathering his breath. "I want to be his friend— y'know, just like when we were kids!"
Each word that slipped out of Izuku's mouth made Uraraka want to strangle some sense into him. — He sounded utterly stupid. There was no way he still cared about that — guy.— his bully.— It was insane to Uraraka.
"I got a better score than Kacchan!"
"So?!" Uraraka dumbfounded.
"He hates me!— A lot! Now, I beat him at something... He wasn't 1st, I was!" Izuku cried. Uraraka scoffed, she looked at her best friend with a look in her eyes that screamed, 'So what? Why does that matter?'
"He doesn't take losing lightly Uraraka-san! He's actually going to murder me!"
Uraraka rolled her eyes dramatically. "Izuku, he's not going to murder you."
Izuku shook his head, disagreeing with his friend. "Yes, he is! — It's Kacchan!"
"All I wanted was to get on Kacchan's good side, and now that I beat him at something — even if it's as small as a test score— he won't even give me a chance to get on his good side! He barely tolerates me right now, do you see how bad this is!"
Uraraka could feel the frustration growing as she threw her hands up in disbelief. "Izuku! Do you even hear yourself right now!?" She cried. "He's your bully Izuku — Your BULLY!" She laughed out, though, there was no humor. "How can you even look at him without feeling hate towards him? — Why would you want to be friends with someone who treats you like shit!?"
She loved Izuku, yes, but she also knew when it was right to argue with him.— He needed to realize his self-worth and leave that bastard in the past. — Uraraka was always protective of her friends; especially Izuku, Asui, and Hatsume.
Izuku pressed his lips together, his shoulders slumped in defeat. "I-I know, but..- he's just—he was my first friend y'know, he's amazing."He mumbled softly, fidgeting with his fingers. "I know he might seem like an egocentric freak, but— Kacchan really is nice."
His friends hate Kacchan — they all did; besides Kuraikage. — They all saw Bakugo as an untamed animal, someone impossible to ever get along with. But, Izuku, always made sure to defend him.
Shinsou was taken aback, he stared at his friend in disbelief. "Midoriya.. Are you serious?" He asked, shaking his head slowly as if trying to comprehend Izuku's devotion to Katsuki.
Izuku let out an exasperated groan.— with a heavy sigh, he threw himself back onto the pile of pillows that were scattered around the floor. — the soft fabric cushioning his fall.
"Guys!" He whined.
"You just don't understand!" He cried, his hands flailing animatedly in the air as he tried to emphasize his feelings. "He's literally amazing!— the most incredible person in this world!— gosh!— he's..." He paused, furrowing his brows as he stared at the ceiling.
"my best friend." Izuku finished with a soft sigh, his eyes sparkling with longing.
Shinsou and Uraraka turned to exchange glances at one another, they both had the same expression on their faces: disappointment, and disbelief. — They weren't the type to agree with one another— but, this was something they both agreed on. — Izuku was fucked.
They shook their heads at each other, they were familiar with Izuku's personal struggles.— They turned back to him, concern written on their faces.
Shinsou sighed, pressing his temple. "Dude, Izuku, Bakugo is—" He started, a pause hanging in the air as he searched for the right words to describe the blonde athlete.
"He's a fucking jerk, he's egocentric, overly confident, and on top of that, he treats you like shit.— How can you even admire someone like that?" Shinsou's voice held a mix of frustration and disbelief, hoping to talk some sense into his friend.
Izuku Midoriya sighed deeply, propping himself back up, his elbows against the cushions. — His hands rested in his lap, awkwardly.— He knew his friends were just trying to be reasonable but— he didn't like how they were talking about Kacchan.
"Guys, stop." He started, a frown appearing on his lips. "Kacchan isn't like that— Why are you describing him as if he's a cruel person," he argued — desperation creeping into his voice.
"He is!" Ochaco Uraraka and Hitoshi Shinsou cried in unison.
Izuku shook his head. "No! He's—" Izuku started, but was cut off.
"Midoriya, Ochaco is right, and as much as I hate to say it, so is Shinsou." Tsuyu Asui interjected.
"Rude," Shinsou grumbled.
"Yeah man, look," Kuraikage sighed, tilting his head to the side. "I don't hate the guy, I mean— he is my captain, but, he's a total jerk— maybe even a dictator.." Kuraikage added. He leaned back, throwing his head back with an annoyed groan. "He's so bossy on the court sometimes— his teamwork is horrible.— and even worse, his communication skills."
"Look, I don't want to let you down, but you need to let go of this friendship fantasy you're trying to cling to."
Izuku pressed his lips together, he wanted to say something back but, there wasn't anything he could say to defend himself. — They were right.
"You idiot." Tokoyami sighed, shaking his head in disapproval as he hit his taller brother in the stomach with his elbow.
"Ow!" Kuraikage hissed. He shot a glare at his brother, leaning closer."I'm going to kill you—Tokoyami."
Tokoyami remained unphased, he leaned back with a bored expression on his face as his brother leaned closer.
Asui shook her head, letting out an annoyed groan. "Both of you, stop. I can't do this if all you guys do is move around." She warned as she lifted her hand, and pointed a finger at the twins.
Tokoyami nodded, sitting back up straight. Kuraikage hesitated but soon followed after. "Sorry."
With a weary sigh, Asui brought Kuraikage's hand closer to her face, carefully applying a coat of glossy, black nail polish onto his nails. — The atmosphere started to shift, turning into one full of amusement.
Shinsou couldn't help but snort.— Seeing the two twins getting their nails painted wasn't something that you would expect. "What the hell are you guys doing?" He asked, raising a brow.
Kuraikage scoffed, shooting an exasperated glare at Shinsou. "What does it look like, dumbass?" He huffed out a laugh. "Clearly, me and Tokoyami are getting our nails done, problem?" he retorted with a hint of a smirk, trying to maintain his street cred even in this situation.
Tokoyami observed quietly, sitting comfortably next to his taller and louder brother. His hands rested on a pillow, his fingers splayed apart.—His other hand was already fully coated.— the other still being painted.
Compared to his twin— Kuraikage.— Tokoyami was unbothered by Shinsou's remarks.
"Uh, yeah, I have no problem with it, if you slide that way I support you." Shinsou snorted, raising his hands. — He earned an intense glare from the bolder twin. Kuraikage clicked his tongue and tilted his head to the side.
"Bitch."
Despite Kuraikage's patience running thin, Shinsou continued to tease the taller brother. "Aren't you supposed to be a fuck boy or something?" Shinsou teased, a smirk creeping onto his face. He lifted his finger and pointed it at the twin. "A fuck boy who can barely survive in the sun."
Kuraikage wasn't the type to enjoy the sunlight—He got bad sunburns.— Sometimes, his personality changed due to how hot it was, if the weather was cool, his personality was confident and cocky. If it's warm, he's more relaxed and calm. — and, when it was extremely hot, he refused to go outside. He hates sunburns.
Tokoyami let out a sigh, his brother next to him was barely holding himself back from attacking the other boy. Kuraikage clenched his jaw, the only thing preventing him from launching himself at Hitoshi was Asui and Tokoyami.
Uraraka sighed, shaking her head— this was a normal occurrence for the group, Shinsou always found a way to get on someone's nerves. "Shinsou, stop, he's going to go feral." She laughed.
"Sorry, sorry, Kuraikage." Shinsou hummed.
Despite receiving an apology, Kuraikage was still ticked off. — He was offended. — "First of all," He began with a hint of arrogance in his tone, "I'm not a fuck boy. — I've only had like— Three girlfriends." He rolled his eyes. "It's not my fault I'm attractive," He boasted, raising his other hand to point it at himself.—His ego was evident.
"Second of all," Kuraikage continued, a playful glint in his red eyes, "I do not slide that way, I'm only getting my nails painted because Asui asked me, and I'm a good friend. Plus," He wiggled his freshly painted fingers in front of his face, a playful smirk capturing his lips. "This shit is fire. I'm gonna attract all the ladies with this, trust—They love emo boys." He whistled confidently.
Shinsou rolled his eyes, unamused. He let out an exaggerated breath of disbelief as he leaned back. — His gaze turned back to Izuku—who seemed clearly upset.
"Anyways, as I was saying, Midoriya, Bakugo— he's not worth the time and effort it takes to be friends with him," Kuraikage sighed, he ran his free hand through his tousled hair, before resting his chin in his palm and staring at his shorter friend.
"Honestly, he's just going to shove you away if you try.— It's like he's wrapped in an unbreakable shell that protects his feelings." He hummed. "Getting along with him is like trying to win a war armed with nothing but a pistol— impossible."
Tokoyami let out another sigh, shaking his head.— His brother was a fucking idiot and didn't realize the situation he was causing.
Asui shot him a glare, her brows furrowing in disapproval.— Kuraikage smiled sheepishly, straightening up.
Izuku bit his bottom lip. "I know, I know, but... I really want to get along with him again," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper as he sighed deeply, his gaze met everything but his friend's.
His gaze stopped at his hands. Awkward silence filled the room as Izuku traced the patterns on his fingers, but eventually spoke.
"We were inseparable."
Uraraka's brows furrowed further, a frown taking her lips. — Her expression shifted to one of sympathy. She leaned closer.
"Izuku-kun, we really don't want to let you down, but you have to face reality.— Bakugo— he isn't exactly the type to build friendships." She gave him an apologetic look.
"In fact," she added, "He barely gets along with his friends right now." She reached her hand out, gently grabbing Izuku's hand, attempting to comfort him.
"I know you care about him—Which, to be honest, is a bit insane to me, given how he treats you.—But, maybe it's time to leave him alone, y'know? move on..." She mumbled. Izuku shuffled in his spot, earning a soft sigh from Ochaco.
"I just can't bear the thought of you getting hurt because of some arrogant jerk." Her voice softened.
Izuku bit down on his bottom lip harder, ignoring the pain it was inflicting— The pain of their words stung far deeper than a small cut on his lip.— He knew they were right, and it hurt to feel the truth of it wash over him.
He didn't know what to say, it was embarrassing.
"Guys, let's leave him alone.— You're all talking by your experiences and thoughts, but he has his own separate feelings about Bakugo."
Todoroki interjected.
"You can't just say things like that, without considering the effect it might have."
Izuku looked up at his friend— Shoto Todoroki— He was holding a steaming cup of tea in one hand, while the other held his phone. Izuku gave him a thankful look which Todoroki responded with a gentle nod.
He crouched down, placing the warm cup next to Izuku, before settling down beside him.
"You okay?" Shoto asked, his voice low and caring.
Izuku managed a small, grateful smile. "Yeah, thank you, Todoroki-kun," he replied softly.
Todoroki returned the smile, before turning his attention to the two others— Shinsou and Uraraka— His expression shifted from soft to stern. "You two should apologize." He said— it sounded more like an order than a request. "After all, Bakugo is Midoriya's friend, not yours, so you can't decide for Midoriya. — He's his own person, so his choices are his."
Uraraka's eyes widened as she took in and processed Todoroki's words, once it hit her like a cold wave she gaped. "Oh my gosh! Izuku! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to come off like that!" She exclaimed, instead of waiting for a response she lunged forward, engulfing Izuku in a warm, tight hug.
"Uraraka-san it's okay! I don't mind— you guys are right about him!" Izuku wheezed as the breath was squeezed out of him.
Shinsou, feeling a surge of guilt wash over him, rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "Sorry about that Midoriya," He paused. "I guess I spoke from my perspective."
"Me too man! I really didn't mean it— shit don't let Bakugo know I was highkey talking shit!" Kuraikage apologized with a laugh.
"Yeah, I'm sorry too Midoriya," Asui chimed in, her voice soft and laced with sincerity.
Izuku looked around at his friends, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him. He flashed them a toothy smile. "It's okay," he replied.
xxxx
Izuku and Uraraka strolled down the hallway of U.A High School, she happily walked beside him before turning to glance at him. "So, Izuku, are you planning on going to Monoma's party?" She asked, her voice was filled with excitement as she took a few steps to walk in front of him.
Izuku adjusted the strap of his yellow backpack, before looking up thoughtfully. He tugged the strap higher onto his shoulder and shrugged. "I'm not sure... I need to make sure my mom is okay with it first." He replied.
Uraraka giggled, "You're such a mommy's boy!" She exclaimed, playfully poking him in the shoulder with her finger..
Izuku could feel the warmth of embarrassment creeping up to his cheeks, a sheepish smile spreading across his face as he rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, I guess so," he laughed softly, brushing off the teasing.
"Well, you should go! It would be fun!" Uraraka urged. "Just ask her today, okay?— Then let me know what she says." She encouraged, and her enthusiasm was infectious.
Izuku chuckled lightly, the corners of his lips curving upwards into a smile. "Alright then, I will, are you going, Uraraka-san?"
Uraraka laughed playfully. "Of course" She snorted. " why else would I ask?" her eyes sparkled with eagerness. "I heard Monoma is filthy rich! I want to see what it's like to live that rich lifestyle, even if it's for one night." She paused, smiling sheepishly. " And— I'm a good person." She added, avoiding eye contact with her friend.
Izuku snorted, raising his brow and shooting her a playful, skeptical look. "Oh? Are you sure you're going because you're nice— or is it because he's rich?" He questioned, his doubt evident as they walked. "What's the party even for?"
Uraraka snorted. "Okay, maybe I'm going because he's rich, and I'm poor, and I want to experience something good in life."
"But anyways," She shrugged, "I don't know why he's having this huge party — I hear his parents are out of town, so I'm guessing that's why, " She mused, her gaze turned thoughtful.
Izuku nodded slowly. "That seems a bit wrong, though. I mean— misbehaving without your parents knowing— that doesn't feel right."
Uraraka couldn't help but erupt into laughter, giving Izuku a playful slap on the back of his head. "Loosen up Izuku-kun! We're teenagers, we should experience teenage life," Her voice was teasing, urging him to relax.
Izuku frowned slightly. "I'm a freshman, Uraraka-san. I don't really think we should be acting reckless," he said, trying to maintain his serious demeanor. "What if we become drug addicts."
"Seriously?" Uraraka dumbfounded.
"Izuku, we're not going to become drug addicts, what is up with your mindset." She laughed, shaking her head.
Her smile softened, and she spoke more gently. "Come on, I'm not going to force you into doing something crazy, plus I wouldn't even do that! I love my parents, if I disobeyed them, I would feel guilty forever." She reassured him, before lifting her finger in the air.
"Plus, it's Monoma who is acting up by throwing this huge party without his parents knowing.— So why should it matter to us? Let's have fun!"
She tilted her head, studying his expression. "So, how about it? Are you still going to go?"
Izuku let out a sigh. "Yeah, I guess so, but don't pressure me to drink! I'm underaged." He grumbled, throwing a wary glance at Uraraka.
She snorted, dismissing his concerns with a wave of her hand. "Relax Izuku-kun! Who do you think I am? I'm not planning to drink either.— We can just enjoy the party without going overboard!" Her laughter rang out again as they continued their walk.
"Out of my way, Deku."
Katsuki strode down the hallway, deliberately bumping his shoulder into Izuku, who stumbled backward, nearly losing his balance.— But, Uraraka reached out and steadied him, her eyes narrowing in annoyance, shooting a fierce glare at the blonde who was already walking away.
"Seriously, Bakugo? Don't be such a dick!" Uraraka exclaimed, her voice filled with indignation.
Katsuki slowed his pace down. He scoffed dismissively, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his jacket, his backpack strap dangling lightly off his shoulder.
He turned slightly, casting a contemptuous glare back at Uraraka, his expression showed a mix of irritation and arrogance. "Maybe you should learn to keep your mouth shut, pink cheeks," He retorted, his tone dripped with disdain.
"Kind of pathetic, Deku.— You can't defend yourself, so you have your shitty friends doing it for you.?" He snorted.
Izuku gritted his teeth, his fists clenching at his sides. "She's not shitty, Kacchan!" He shot back, his voice was surprisingly steady, despite the tumult of emotions swirling within him.
"Maybe you should—" He hesitated. "Maybe you should try to learn how to be a basic human being!" He spat, pointing a finger at Katsuki, his determination shining through, despite the looming intimidation of the taller boy.
Katsuki halted abruptly in his tracks. The corner of his lip tugged upward into a smirk. He huffed out laughs, as he began walking towards the two.
He finally closed the distance, just a few feet away from his shorter, childhood friend. "Looks like the nerd can finally talk back." He snorted. "Finally found your voice, Deku?" he taunted, a cocky smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, his imposing figure loomed over Izuku like a storm cloud.
The cocky expression turned into anger, his brows furrowed, and his lips pressed together.— Katsuki grabbed Izuku by the collar of his shirt, his grip was firm. He clenched his jaw in frustration.
"Don't try to act all high and mighty just because your girlfriend is here, Deku." He warned. His brows furrowed further examining the look on Izuku's face.
Despite Izuku clearly being afraid, he stood his ground, he stared right back at Katsuki, his brows furrowed, but his lips were quivering. Katsuki clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"Keep acting like that, and I'll break your fucking jaw. "He hissed, his tone dripping with disdain as Katsuki glared down at his nervous friend.
Izuku's brows knitted together in a frown, he grabbed onto the hand that held onto his shirt tightly.— Katsuki's eyes widened slightly.— Izuku's voice shook slightly as replied. "She's not my girlfriend, Kacchan."
Just then, Uraraka stepped forward, her expression was a mix of annoyance and determination. "Let him go, Bakugo," She commanded firmly, her hand reaching out to grasp Izuku's shirt, in an attempt to pull him back. "Just because he hurt your ego, doesn't mean you have to act like an animal."
Katsuki's scowl deepened as his attention shifted to the shorter girl. Irritation sparked in his bright, intense eyes. "You're talking a lot of shit." He retorted, "Y'know," a sinister smirk painted his features as tugged at Izuku's shirt, leaning closer to his childhood friend. "I can break his limbs right now, and what will you do about it?' He challenged.
Uraraka narrowed her eyes. "You wouldn't do that to him." She said with conviction before she raised a finger, pointing directly at him. "You can act all scary and tough, but you wouldn't actually hurt him, would you, Bakugo?"
For a brief moment, Katsuki's expression shifted. —His eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of something softer breaking through his act. — But, it was quickly buried and hidden beneath a scowl as he let go of Izuku with a shove.
"Well, shit." He huffed a laugh. He stepped back a bit, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "You're fucking smart."
Uraraka raised a brow but didn't let her guard down.
"you're right, I wouldn't."
Izuku pressed his lips together, he doubted those words.
"I don't know Kacchan...— seems like you had no problem doing that for years," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, his gaze downward, refusing to look him in the eye.
Katsuki raised a brow, his expression shifted to confusion and irritation. "Hah?!"
Izuku, however, remained silent, with his gaze still averted.— This only fueled Katsuki's growing frustration.
"Ignoring me now, Deku? — Don't think so fucking low of me!" He spat. "You think you're tough, huh? you think you're better than me now!" Katsuki huffed a laughed. "You beat me once, that's it!" His voice continued to rise as he stepped closer.
Uraraka was quick to intervene, she pulled Izuku away from the erupting blonde, shooting Katsuki a stern glare, her hands on her hips. "Learn to control your emotions, Bakugo!— he doesn't have to reply to you, don't get so ticked off," she snapped, her tone fiercely protective of her friend.
Katsuki scoffed in disdain, rolling his eyes as he turned on his heel, making his way down the hallway. "Next time, don't talk back, Deku!" I don't know how long I can continue to tolerate your useless ass!" He called over his shoulder, anger still palpable in his voice.
Izuku and Uraraka watched as Katsuki's figure disappeared into the distance. — The tension was still hanging heavy in the air.— After a bit, Izuku let out a long, weary sigh, fiddling with the strap of his backpack.
Uraraka huffed out a frustrated breath, shaking her head in disbelief. "Man! He's such a bitch!" she exclaimed as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Izuku couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Yeah, but—"
Uraraka rolled her eyes dramatically, cutting him off." Yeah, yeah, I know— he's amazing.— I know Izuku." She replied, a smirk creeping onto her face. — Izuku always talked about Kacchan, so at this point— she was used to it.
Izuku chuckled again. "Yeah, I guess I've said that too many times," he admitted sheepishly. There was a fond smile playing on his lips as he thought of Katsuki Bakugo.
Uraraka nodded emphatically, her disbelief shifting into a playful exasperation. "Yes, yes you have." She paused. "I can't believe you still want to be friends with that guy!"
Izuku pulled his backpack strap up. "He's really nice, it's just.. he bottles up his emotions, Uraraka-san," Izuku said with a frown, attempting to defend Katsuki's harsh behavior, his voice softening as he spoke.
Uraraka sighed. "I really want to believe that, but all I've seen is him acting like a dick."
Izuku laughed. "I know, but— he's trying."
Uraraka blinked, tilting her head to the side, and her expression shifted to one of confusion. "He's trying to what?"
Izuku grinned, turning his head to look at Uraraka, tilting his head to the side.
"He's trying to change.— I know that."
xxxx
Izuku Midoriya hurriedly grabbed his phone from his nearby bedside table. He quickly tapped onto the group chat that included him and his friends, mindlessly clicking the call button.
The phone continued to ring, waiting for someone to join. — The first person to join was Shoto Todoroki, his voice raspy and sluggish as if he had just awoken from a deep sleep.
"Midoriya?" Todoroki mumbled, there was a hint of confusion and sleep lingering in his voice.
"I'm really sorry, Todoroki-kun! Were you sleeping?" Izuku asked, quick to apologize.
There was a brief rustling sound on Todoroki's end; he seemed to be propping himself up, sitting up in bed. "Mhm," he murmured, then paused for a moment. "But, 'ts alright, I don't mind"
A soft yawn escaped him, echoing the lethargy that clung to his voice
"So, you need something?" Todoroki asked, his tone shifting to one of curiosity.
Izuku hesitated, feeling a wave of guilt for waking up his friend.—Shoto was always a busy person, so he usually slept a lot.— "Well, ah— now I feel bad for interrupting your sleep." Izuku said sheepishly. "It's nothing that important, really," he added with an awkward laugh while scratching the back of his head.
"Hm," Todoroki replied. It was clear he was still half-asleep.
"Well," he paused. "I'm awake now, so go ahead and tell me." Todoroki laughed softly.
"Ah— I feel so bad," Izuku sighed, "I just need some help with an outfit. y'know..— for the party today," he admitted, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink as he laughed at his own nervousness. "Sorry to bother."
"You don't bother me,—"
"Woah! you're going? Izuku, I'm coming over right now!"
Uraraka's enthusiastic voice suddenly burst through the speaker, cutting Todoroki off, and cutting Izuku from his thoughts.—Her excitement was palpable.
Izuku winced slightly at the high-pitched sound that abruptly boomed inside his ears. "W-wait, Uraraka-san!" Izuku stammered. "W-when did you even join!?"
Uraraka let out a giggle. "Just now, I'm so glad I did." There were some rustling noises, then her voice sounded farther away. "I'm heading over right now!."
From the background, she could be heard rummaging for her keys, and taking other necessities— organizing them.— "Todoroki! Get your butt up, we're meeting at Izuku's" She ordered.
Izuku's eyes widened in shock. "W-wait! What?!"
Izuku was about to protest, but before the words could slip out of his mouth, she had already left the call and was on her way.
Izuku gulped. "Oh."
Todoroki chuckled softly, clearly amused. "See you soon then, Midoriya, I guess I'm going to the party now too," he said, his tone was light, but it also sounded teasing.
xxxx
Kuraikage leaned back in his chair, his fingers brushing thoughtfully against his chin as he studied his friend — Izuku Midoriya.— "Okay, look, Izuku," He began, his brows furrowing slightly, focusing on the shape of Izuku's face. "So, you've got a baby face, and honestly that makes things much harder for us."
Izuku frowned, his hands trailed up, as he instinctively reached up to pinch his cheek, which had fat. He bit the inside of his cheek as if to will away the implication of his baby-like features.
A soft sigh escaped his lips, and Kuraikage immediately sensed the shift in the atmosphere. He cleared his throat and added, "However, it's not a bad thing!" He ran his hand through his hair. "It just means different styles work better for different face shapes, so please, don't take it as an insult."
Izuku nodded, chuckling softly. "It's okay," he reassured, his voice soft and light, quickly lightening the mood.
Uraraka, ever enthusiastic— She gently cupped Izuku's chin with her thumb and forefinger, tilting his head upward. She examined his features, a twinkle in her eye appearing. "You're so cute!" She exclaimed, lifting her other hand to pinch his cheek.
"I think— Instead of a 'hot guy' aesthetic— like Kuraikage— we should lean towards something more— casual." She grinned. "That seems more like your style than a 'fuck boy' style."
"I could never imagine you as a fuck boy," she snorted.
Shinsou chimed in, with a yawn. "well shit, maybe just a plain t-shirt and some comfy pants." He stretched lazily as if he hadn't just invited himself into a fashion debate.
Uraraka let out an exasperated groan staring at Shinsou with an irritated look in her eyes. "Seriously Shinsou? That's so boring.." She scoffed, before turning back to Izuku. "Let's see.. we can't make you too girly— like, you're definitely not a twink.—" She snorted. "but— I think you would look cute in light, pastel colors."
"So a fucking twink." Shinsou snorted.
Uraraka shot him a glare. "Pastel doesn't make you a twink."
Shinsou stuffed his hands into his pockets, raising a brow. "Uh yeah, so it makes him a soft boy then.." He furrowed his brows. "Same fucking shit."
Uraraka huffed.
Kuraikage suddenly laughed. "What if we just dress him up like a total fuck boy." He offered. "Imagine the look on everyone's faces." He snorted, leaning back.
Asui intervened. "As much as that sounds hilarious, Kuraikage," She rubbed her temples in a gesture of frustration, "We want Midoriya to have an outfit that he is comfortable in— it also has to look decent.— it can't just be a joke."
"Maybe something close to my style?" Tokoyami suggested, his voice low and gravelly. However, he seemed somewhat unconvinced that his aesthetic would fit his friend— Izuku.
"Nah, that wouldn't suit him at all." Kuraikage retorted as he leaned forward, his hands together, elbows resting on his knees. "His baby face makes that hard." He added, pointing at Izuku, who felt his cheeks heat up under the scrutiny.
Kuraikage rolled the chair he was on back, turning to look for his other friends. "Hey, Hatsume! Iida" He called out to their friends, who were a few paces away.
Hatsume was seated on a rolling chair, surrounded by a flurry of blueprints that she had brought with her. Her pink hair framed her face as she scribbled notes.
Iida stood with a serious expression, stroking his chin in deep contemplation.
Kuraikage furrowed his brows, pressing his lips together. He quickly reconsidered. "Or.. maybe not..."
"Honestly, why are we thinking so hard about this," Shinsou said. "I think we should just go with a plain outfit," he added, eyeing the chaos around him.
"No way! That's too lame! Let's pick something cute!" Uraraka countered, her eyes sparkled with determination.
"Forget that cute, soft boy shit.— He would look amazing in my style," Kuraikage insisted. He punctuated his words with a low whistle of approval.
"Guys," Izuku interjected. He could feel the pressure rising as the excitement crescendoed into a loud debate on what outfit he should wear. "This isn't going to work!— you all have different styles— different opinions— and this is really overwhelming!" he added, fidgeting with the fabric of his pants.
As the three of his friends— Shinsou, Uraraka, and Kuraikage— began a spirited argument, voices rising and overlapping one another.— Tokoyami remained unimpressed, he let out a tired sigh, refusing to engage in their debate.—He instead, stayed back and focused on his own thoughts.
The back-and-forth bickering continued.
"Or we could try out all the styles, and then let Midoriya choose?" Shoto Todoroki suggested, his voice cutting through the bickering that had filled the room.
Almost as if there wasn't an argument happening, the tension faded instantly and Uraraka's face lit up with pure excitement.
"Oh wow! you're so smart, Todoroki!" She exclaimed, laughter bubbling from her as she grabbed Izuku's wrist, and then tugged him to his feet.
"Okay then! my choice first!" She declared.
Izuku stood in a pastel green sweater decorated with white stripes, the cozy fabric hugging him comfortably. It was paired with beige, baggy cargo pants that gave him a relaxed look, accented by a few colorful bracelets that jangled softly on his wrist.
His usually messy hair was brushed up, framing his face and revealing his forehead, while a set of white headphones hung around his neck, clearly more for decoration than function they were not charged at all.
"See! it's cute!" Uraraka laughed, her pride was evident as she glanced at Izuku, admiring the transformation.
Shinsou rolled his eyes. "He literally looks like a fucking twink."
"No, he doesn't" Uraraka retorted.
Shinsou brushed off her words. His expression was teasingly skeptical. "My turn," he declared.
Now it was Shinsou's turn to style Izuku. — He dressed him in a simple white long-sleeve shirt layered under a dark gray short-sleeve t-shirt, an understated yet stylish combination. Around Izuku's neck hung a necklace that displayed his initials, adding a personal touch. This outfit was paired with well-fitted blue jeans. Shinsou playfully tussled Izuku's hair, pushing it up in a way that mirrored his own edgy style.
Shinsou backed up, as he began to scrutinize Izuku. He stroked his chin in thought, tilting his head to the side. "Something's off," he mused.
Kuraikage, who was growing impatient, rolled his eyes before shoving Shinsou aside with a cocky smirk on his lips. "Move aside, let the master do it." He snorted. "The only thing that ruined your little outfit was your terrible idea of messing up his hair to look like your bird's nest."
Shinsou shot him a glare.
Izuku could feel a mix of amusement and exasperation at being treated like a living mannequin. — He cherished his friends, but their competitive spirits were overwhelming him.
"Ah, never mind, don't let the master do it," Kuraikage admitted with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his head.
Shinsou let out a snorted laugh, clearly entertained.
Izuku's hair was styled in a slick back, not unlike Kuraikage's, though his curls were more untamed. He wore a compression shirt that clung snugly to his torso, accentuating the shape of his muscles and providing an athletic vibe.
His grey sweatpants sagged just enough to offer comfort, and on his neck lay a stylish chain and necklace that complemented his outfit.
His wrist was decorated with a watch, and his fingers were embellished with a few rings, giving him a relaxed yet fashionable look. It was finished with a backward hat, adding to the casual look.
"Okay so.." Kuraikage trailed off. "The slick back is not for you.— so, make sure to never try, I warned you."
Izuku chuckled at his friend's critiques.
"Guess it's my turn— Unless you want to go, Asui," Tokoyami said as he turned to look at Tsuyu who was observing quietly.
She shook her head, waving her hand dismissively. "No, it's okay, I'm good, so go ahead, Tokoyami," she replied.
Tokoyami nodded and sighed, rubbing the back of his head nervously. "Alright, I'll try.."
Tokoyami dressed Izuku in a long-sleeved white t-shirt layered under an affliction t-shirt. — The shirt was paired with black, baggy jeans that were being held up by a spiky black belt.
Izuku's hair was even more tousled— if that was even possible.
He wore rings that clustered around his fingers, bringing the outfit together.
"That's all I got," Tokoyami said, stepping back, feeling unimpressed with his work. — He liked the outfit, he was just unsure if it suited Izuku.
Uraraka bounced over excitedly. "So Izuku!" She beamed. "What are you going to wear? mine right?" She teased, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Izuku gulped nervously, backing away as Uraraka leaned closer. "I— I don't know..?" he stammered, feeling the pressure mounting.
Kuraikage shook his head in disbelief. "are you— serious?" he laughed, taken aback. "After all of that."
"This is a waste of time." Shinsou groaned.
Uraraka looked as if she wanted to scream, releasing a heavy sigh. She turned her attention to Todoroki, her eyes pleading. "Okay, rich boy, you do it now, work your rich boy magic."
Todoroki blinked, slightly taken aback. "What?" he replied. He was momentarily confused by the request.
Uraraka marched over to Shoto, grabbed his wrist, and dragged him towards Izuku. "Izuku can't choose an outfit— somehow..— so, you're our last hope, go on," she insisted as she gave him a slight push.
Todoroki adjusted his stance. "Uh— okay..'' he agreed, still a bit confused.
He styled Izuku in a classic plain white t-shirt layered under a dark green long-sleeve, loose-fitting button-up shirt—leaving the top two buttons undone for a relaxed look. The sleeves were rolled up slightly, revealing Izuku's arms, which were adorned with a few bracelets.— He paired this with black baggy pants and Izuku's well-worn red shoes which added a pop of color.
For the finishing touch, Todoroki adjusted Izuku's hair back to its more natural, messy, yet charmingly curly state, avoiding the chaotic look from earlier.
Todoroki finished the outfit off by slipping a watch onto Izuku's wrist. "So..?" He asked, as he lifted his head to look at Izuku's eyes. "Is that good?"
Izuku couldn't help but smile, a wave of comfort washing over him. "It's comfy," he replied with a soft smile on his lips. "Thanks, Shoto."
Shoto seemed shocked a bit— his eyebrows raised, his eyes widened, and his lips parted slightly. "Uh— you're welcome.." he murmured, rubbing the back of his head.
Uraraka grumbled softly. "My outfit was comfy too," she retorted, half-joking.
Shinsou rolled his eyes. "Whatever, we're finally fucking done, let's just go." He groaned, a playful grin on his face.
xxxx
Izuku clutched his stomach. "I think— I'm going to be sick," Izuku mumbled. His green hair fell over his eyes, and his brows pinched, giving him a distressed look.
Shinsou raised a brow, his hands stuffed into his pockets.—An amused smirk crept onto his face as he stared at his distressed friend. "Izuku, we haven't even entered the party yet.." He started, "How could you already be feeling sick?" He asked, amusement dancing in his voice as he pressed a finger to his temple as a mock exasperation.
Izuku's face flushed with embarrassment and frustration. He shifted his feet to quickly turn around, now facing his taller friend. "First of all," He started. "Kuraikage was driving like a crazy lady!" He exclaimed. His voice continued to rise as he cast Kuraikage an accusatory glance.
Kuraikage gave a mock frown. — He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head in disapproval. "Midoriya, that's so mean... I'm offended." He replied. His voice was dripping with mock sincerity, though the playful smirk on his lips betrayed him.
He raised a brow, his smirk still intact. "It wasn't that bad, Izuku."
Izuku furrowed his brows. "Not to mention," He continued, taking a step closer to his friend, before taking hold of the collar of Kuraikage's shirt, pulling him down to his level, "You were fu— flipping— spinning us in circles for five minutes! — five!"
Kuraikage merely snorted, waving his hand dismissively as a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Still can't curse at your big age?" He teased as he brought his face closer, which only irritated Izuku even more. " plus, so what if I was spinning us around? It's not like anyone died."
Izuku shook his head as disbelief washed over him. — He released his grip, backing up as he pressed his temple. "We could've died!" He turned to Uraraka. "Next time, Uraraka-san is driving."
Uraraka chuckled awkwardly from the sidelines, rubbing the back of her neck, avoiding eye contact with her friend. "Well— bad news, but— I don't actually know how to drive," she admitted bashfully.
"What," Izuku dumbfounded.
Shinsou snickered beside him. "Bold of you to assume she even has a car.— She's broke remember?"
Izuku blinked in realization. "Oh."
He continued with a dramatic sigh, "Alright I guess you're right." He stared at Shinsou "But— It's not only Kuraikage's reckless driving—"
"Good driving," Kuraikage interjected, unable to help himself.
Izuku rolled his eyes playfully. "Shut up— well, I also feel sick because there's going to be a lot of people at the party— It's just kind of overwhelming for me," Izuku admitted with a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his head.
"Have you ever been to a party?" Asui asked, tilting her head to the side curiously.
Izuku's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. "Well, yeah— but they were all like— little kid parties... y'know, like seven-year-olds— celebrating birthdays and all that.."
"What!? So you've never been to a real party?— Like— a teenager party? — where everyone dances and gets drunk." Uraraka asked, her jaw practically hitting the floor.
Izuku shuffled his feet awkwardly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah.."
Shinsou stretched his arms overhead, letting out a yawn. "Yeah— well, I figured. I mean, the last birthday party we had with you— it was what, All Might themed? — I already knew from that," He laughed, shooting a teasing glance at his shorter friend.
Izuku only felt even more embarrassed.
"Shinsou's not wrong. — That made it quite obvious," Tenya Iida chimed in as he adjusted his glasses with a neutral expression.
Tokoyami nodded, agreeing with the others. "Yes, I already knew as well—I'm surprised it wasn't obvious to you, Uraraka."
"I never really focused on that, I just thought he was a huge fanboy," Uraraka stated.
"Who cares about that? let's just go already!" Mei Hatsume interjected with enthusiasm. She wrapped an arm around Izuku's shoulder, then pushed him towards the entrance. The rest of the group soon followed.
"Why is she so excited?" Tokoyami asked.
"Y'know that Higari guy— or Power Loader— whatever you want to call him, he's at this party as well, and builder lady saw him post about it," Shinsou explained, with a drowsy tone.
Tokoyami nodded in understanding.
Izuku's eyes widened, a sparkle in his eye forming. "Woah? Isn't he the guy with all the amazing inventions? He's incredible!" Izuku exclaimed. "He's really smart, I can see why Hatsume admires him so much!"
"Isn't he like forty? Why the fuck is he at a teenager's party?—seems kind of weird." Kuraikage snorted, crossing his arms.
Shinsou shrugged in response. "Well shit, he looks really fucking young for his age, and he's a nice guy— pretty chill too. — So, it's not surprising that students invite him to their parties."
"Pretty privileged," Kuraikage snorted, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. "Whatever, let's go." — With that, he pushed the door open, letting his friends step into the chaos that awaited them.
Once they entered, they were immediately engulfed by a cacophony of noise.— There was music blasting from the speakers and lights flickered and danced over the wave of bodies moving to the beat. — There were some people engaged in conversations while others were in arguments.
Izuku gulped as he felt a wave of anxiety wash over him from all the noise, lights, and people talking." I think I'm going to die," he murmured. — He felt small amidst the crowd of students.
Kuraikage threw an arm around Izuku's shoulder before giving him a playful nudge. "Come on, Izuku, loosen up a bit, yeah?" He leaned down, the teasing smirk returned as he looked at his nervous friend. "You'll be alright, if it's really that overwhelming, let us know."
Izuku took a deep breath, giving his friend a nod. — Suddenly, he blinked in realization. "Wait— where's Hatsume?"
Kuraikage straightened up, glancing around the group, scanning for a pink-haired girl. "Ah— crazy lady must've run off to find Higari," he laughed.
Izuku nodded.
"So! Where do you guys want to go first?" Uraraka asked, her bright smile lighting up her face as she jumped in place, impatiently.
Kuraikage shrugged nonchalantly. "Well shit, I'm good with whatever, but I kind of want to go see some fights."
"I was thinking of just taking a damn nap," Shinsou groaned, stretching his arms overhead with a yawn.
Uraraka shook her head. "Why would you even bother coming to a party if you're just going to sleep?"
"Dunno," Shinsou replied with a smirk.
Asui piped up, "Let's just separate for now, we can meet up later."
"Fine by me," Kuraikage agreed, stretching once more.
Uraraka nodded in agreement. "Okay! here's the plan then— let's form groups of two!" She suggested.
"Okay," The group agreed.
"Alright!" Uraraka turned to Asui. "I'll pair up with Tsu," she declared, Asui nodded her head.
Izuku blinked, "Are you sure? " He asked, there was a mix of concern and surprise mingling in his voice. "You guys have to be careful!"
Shinsou placed a reassuring hand on Izuku's shoulder, gaining the shorter boy's attention. Hitoshi Shinsou laughed lightly. "They'll be just fine, Izuku. They can handle themselves— They don't need a 'man' to protect them," he smirked, casting a knowing look at the two girls.
Izuku blinked, his expression shifted to one of understanding. "Ah— you're right." He smiled.
Uraraka giggled softly, "Thank you for worrying Izuku! But— we'll be fine."
"Anyway, she added, clapping her hands together. She turned to the black-hair twins. "Tokoyami, you'll be with Kuraikage, of course."
Kuraikage threw his head back dramatically. "Great, I see him every day, morning and night, and now I'm stuck with him again," Kuraikage grumbled with exaggerated sarcasm.
Tokoyami rolled his eyes, though he couldn't hide the slight smile that was on his face.
"Iida, you can go with Todoroki— wait, no, Shinsou," Uraraka said before quickly revising her groupings.
Iida shook his head. "Ah— apologies, but I believe it's better if I go with Hatsume, so I can ensure that she's not alone."
Uraraka nodded in understanding. "Ah, okay," she replied before adjusting the plan. "Well then," She turned to the three— Shinsou, Todoroki, and Izuku.— "Looks like all three of you will be together since we have an uneven amount."
"Okay," Shoto Todoroki said, his voice low.
Shinsou yawned again, stretching as if he could hardly be bothered. "Great, just what I wanted.— Stuck with the guy who can't seem to get over his childhood bully." He snorted, shooting Izuku a teasing look.
Izuku furrowed his brows as he put up a playful front. "Do you even like me?"
Shinsou turned to him with a teasing smirk, he tilted his head to the side, his smirk growing. There was a twinkle of mischief in his eye that left Izuku puzzled.
"I do."
xxxx
"No."
Shinsou's expression hardened, his glare becoming more intense as he stared at Todoroki and Izuku, a vein throbbing in his forehead. His hand was clenched tightly into a fist, knuckles turning white under the pressure of his frustration.
Izuku chuckled playfully, his laughter ringing out. "Come on, Hitoshi!"
The three of them sat outside, sitting at a small circular table. — Sitting in a pile in front of them, there lay a pile of colorful Uno cards, the original game box was tipped over to the side. — On the top of the pile was a '+4' and beneath it was another— and another..
Todoroki, attempting to suppress a smile, leaned back in his chair. "Go on, grab 12 cards," he said, his tone teasing.
Shinsou's brows furrowed in annoyance, his irritation evident. His voice was laced with exasperation. "Bitch."
With an exaggerated scoff, he reluctantly reached toward the deck, dramatically pulling out 12 cards. He let out a frustrated huff the moment he leaned back in his chair.
Izuku erupted into laughter, a wide grin spreading across his face and crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Hitoshi, it's your fault!" he managed between breaths, wiping away tears that threatened to spill.
Todoroki joined in on the laughter, a rare smile breaking through his usually stoic demeanor. "Yeah, it's not our fault you decided to put down a plus four," he chimed in, amusement shining in his eyes as he glanced at the deck, and then the irritated freshman.
"I'm going to smack you, rich boy," Shinsou snarled. — He looked as if were going to explode.
Todoroki raised a brow, tilting his head to the side. "Why? It's not my fault, I put plus four after you, meaning the one I placed was originally towards Midoriya— he was the last one to place a plus four, meaning it's his fault."
"Nerd," Shinsou scoffed in exasperation.
"The reason I'm picking on you and not Izuku is simple. — For one, smacking Midoriya is impossible.— It's a death wish.— If I even attempt to raise my hand near him, Uraraka will lunge at me and then proceed to beat the crap out of me."
"And, don't even get me started on his mom— I know she'd hunt me down and make sure I never see the light of day again." He said, a chill running down his spine as he shivered at the thought.
"And secondly, you just make me fucking mad, so I want to punch you," He continued, glancing behind them, an amused smirk slipping onto his lips. "And third.." He paused.
"Looks like childhood friend is glaring right at us," Shinsou remarked. There was a hint of mischief in his voice as he tilted his head slightly, gesturing towards the figure standing a few feet behind Todoroki and Izuku.
"If I were to smack Midoriya right now— even if it was playfully, I have a feeling he wouldn't take it so lightly, might get annoyed and try to fight me." He snorted, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he thought of the possible outcomes.
Izuku felt a wave of paralyzing fear wash over him. He stood frozen in place, refusing to look in the direction that Shinsou was motioning to.
However, Todoroki was unphased, he turned his body around fully, facing the blonde who stood across from them. — Katsuki was sitting slouched on a cooler, his legs were spread apart and his arms hung limply between them.
Standing beside him were his friends, Kasiga and Tesaki, who were busy making terrible attempts to win some girls over.
Despite a girl who was trying to capture his attention sitting next to the blonde, he paid her no mind. Instead, his focus was solely fixed on Todoroki and Izuku. His intense gaze locked onto them.
When Todoroki and Katsuki finally made eye contact, the tension in the air became greater, making it palpable. Katsuki Bakugo's glare intensified, the scowl etched on his features deepening. He seemed to shoot Shoto a silent warning that only made Todoroki blink in confusion.
Shoto Todoroki quickly shook off the warning, turning away. "Oh yeah, he is."
Shinsou snickered. "Way to be unnoticeable, Todoroki," he remarked, his voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Thanks," Todoroki replied.
Izuku could feel the weight of dread heavy on his chest. He burst in a panicked whisper, "This was a really bad idea going here, Kacchan's going to kill me, and I mean that literally." He cried, the fear he showed was evident in his eyes.
Shinsou laughed, slightly easing the tension. He threw an arm around Izuku's shoulders, pulling him closer. "Relax, just avoid any interaction with him, let's go find somewhere else to hang out."
With that, Izuku felt a slight sense of relief wash over him as they turned around and made their way back indoors. — Inside, they found and joined the twins— Tokoyami and Kuraikage.
"Ah— there you guys are, what's up?" Kuraikage greeted/
"I and Tokoyami were watching some fights and shit, we almost got fucking caught up in the middle of it." He laughed.
Tokoyami with his signature brooding demeanor, let out a sigh. "I'm never going with you again," he muttered as he crossed his arms.
Kuraikage snorted.
"Sounds like fun!— well, I mean- other than the part where you guys almost got dragged into the fight," Izuku chimed in.
"Sounds like you guys had a better time than I did," Shinsou remarked with a hint of bitterness in his tone. He was leaning against a nearby wall.
Kuraikage raised an intrigued brow. "Oh yeah? What were you guys doing?" He asked, chuckling.
Izuku smiled widely. "We were playing Uno!," He paused, "Hitoshi ended up getting plus 12, and he got so mad!" He laughed, giving Shinsou a playful nudge.
Kuraikage snorted. "Damn, that sucks, he must've been fuming," he exclaimed.
Shinsou rolled his eyes, brushing off the comment with an exasperated expression. "You just fucking wait, I'll get my revenge in the next game," He warned playfully, nudging Izuku.
Izuku laughed in response, refusing to take his friend seriously.
"Anyways—" Shinsou yawned, stretching his arms above his head. "We were outside and shit, we saw—"
"Yo cap!" Kuraikage interjected as he called out to someone behind them. — There was now a blonde figure with spiky hair that began to make his way towards them.
Izuku could feel his heart drop, as he froze in place. He recognized that presence all too well.
Shinsou let out an audible sigh. "Well, shit," he grumbled under his breath, shaking his head.
Todoroki, who had been observing quietly, blinked in confusion, he nudged Izuku with his elbow, giving him a look that screamed. 'what's wrong?'
Izuku managed a hesitant smile in response, despite being caught off guard by a feeling of nerves and awkwardness.
The distinctive sound of three pairs of footsteps grew louder and louder as they approached. — Katsuki's heavy, decisive strides signaled a confident presence, while Tesaki's lighter steps contrasted sharply, almost skipping with enthusiasm. Hasiga's pace was measured, which added to the mix.
"Hey, man!" Hasiga called out cheerfully, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. He stood a few feet away from Izuku.
Shinsou leaned back slightly and could sense the discomfort that was radiating from his friend. He sighed, stuffing his hands deep into his pockets. With a subtle nudge, he edged closer to his nervous friend, offering some silent support. — Katsuki's presence was intensifying Izuku's turmoil; it was a reminder of the unresolved tension that lingered between the two.
Todoroki was observant, he was quick to notice the subtle shift in Izuku's posture. He noticed how the boy's shoulder slumped as if he were trying to hide away in a shell— just like turtles— It looked as if Izuku was wild prey, trying to avoid a threat.— His green eyes darted anxiously, deliberately avoiding any contact with Katsuki. — It was as though he were trying to become invisible, desperately aiming to shield himself from the emotions that tied the complicated history they shared.
With furrowed brows, Todoroki stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on Izuku's shoulder. His touch was light and comforting. — His gesture was simple, but it spoke volumes.
"So, are you guys enjoying the party?" Kuraikage asked, his voice playful as he leaned his head back to gaze at the ceiling, his hands still buried deep in his pockets.
"Hell yeah! we were just about to grab a drink, want to join?" Tesaki chimed in.
Kuraikage tilted his head back down, there was a smirk forming on his lips as he raised an eyebrow teasingly. "Well fuck, look at you, cap— finally ready to let loose a little?"
Katsuki's face turned into a scowl full of irritation. "Fuck no, I'm not a fucking idiot who drinks alcohol all day, then gets fucking drunk," the blonde shot back, crossing his arms tightly across his chest.
Kuraikage, clearly amused, let out a chuckle.
They continued to talk and Izuku could feel the undeniable weight in the air— He could feel intense eyes fixed on him. — Unable to resist, he finally glanced up to meet Katsuki's gaze. Kacchan's eyes were fiercely locked onto his, exuding a mix of emotions that were hard for Izuku to comprehend.
A nervous gulp escaped Izuku's throat as he held the stare, both of them seemingly frozen. The party soon blurred into the background. — Izuku could feel his cheeks heating up, as a rush of warmth cascaded over him.
After what felt like an eternity, Katsuki's eyes drifted away, it was now scrutinizing Todoroki who stood Beside Izuku, then shifted to Shinsou. His focus switched between the three. There was an agitated look on Katsuki's face, that left Izuku feeling anxious; he knew that Kacchan was angry.— His jaw was clenched tightly, brows furrowed in frustration, and there was a fiery glint in his eyes.
Their moment of unspoken tension was then interrupted by the sound of familiar voices. — Both Izuku and Katsuki were shaken from their thoughts. "Well, we'll catch up with you later, yeah?"
"Yeah, make sure you don't stay out too late! Cap needs his nine hours of beauty sleep," Kuraikage teased, a playful smirk still plastered onto his face as he waved goodbye.
Kasiga laughed, before turning and walking away, the others beside him.
Izuku was relieved, yet unsettled. He shook off the strange feeling rising in his chest.
Shinsou, breaking the momentary silence that followed, groaned in exasperation. "Alright back to what we were talking about— Kuraikage," He turned to the taller twin. "We went inside because we saw Katsuki.." He said, pressing his temple.
Kuraikage snorted.
"Well, shit."
xxxx
"Never expected someone like Midoriya to be at a place like this," Hasiga remarked, pouring himself a colorful cocktail, his eyebrow arched in disbelief as he glanced at his friends.
Tesaki nodded in agreement, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, and he even brought friends along." He took a hearty gulp of his drink, causing the vibrant liquid to splash down his jaw, trailing like a reckless ribbon of color.
"Man, Kuraikage needs to hang out with different people.. Hanging out with that nerd is going to put his popularity at risk," He added.
At this, Katsuki scoffed sneeringly. "Why does it even matter? He's friends with Deku—so what?" His tone shifted, brimming with a surprising defensiveness that drew the others' attention.
Tesaki raised an eyebrow, suspicion glimmering in his gaze. "Relax, man. I was just joking. Why do you seem so worked up?"
Katsuki quickly grabbed onto the collar of Tesaki's shirt pulling him closer with a harsh yank, his grip tightening, but he remained silent. His eyes sparked with irritation. "You have a fucking talent for pushing my damn buttons," he snarled, frustration lacing his words.
Tesaki was used to Katsuki's temper, he chuckled and raised his hands in mock surrender. "Calm down," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"You're really protective of Izuku, aren't you? What's this? Turning soft?" He laughed sarcastically, his tone light-hearted, yet probing.
"I don't give a shit about him," Katsuki snapped a bit too quickly, the words tumbling out like a reflex rather than conviction.
"Oh? Then why do you get so defensive whenever we bring him up?" Tesaki pressed, his voice laced with sly amusement.
Katsuki clenched his jaw, his brows drawing together in a fierce scowl, tightening his grip on his friend's shirt.
In an attempt to diffuse the situation, Hasiga interjected. "You guys think that Todoroki has a thing for Izuku? I mean, they seem pretty close," he suggested, shifting the topic, though it did little to lighten the mood.
Instead, the atmosphere in the room changed, heavy with an unspoken challenge, and an unmistakable tension crackled around Katsuki.
Tesaki laughed, his voice ringing out playfully. "Well, I doubt that. Izuku's pretty plain-looking, and Todoroki is, you know, he's just too cool for that."
He paused for a moment, considering his words. "But then again, you never know."
Hasiga chuckled. "Or maybe Shinsou; he's been spending a lot of time with Midoriya too." He paused again, a teasing laughter threading his tone. "Or Kuraikage, perhaps?"
Tesaki snorted dismissively. "Nah, definitely not that."
"Or maybe they're just friends?" Katsuki shot back, his voice sharp and laced with irritation.
Tesaki raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained. "Oh? You seem a bit mad... Don't tell me you've got a thing for Izuku," he joked, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Katsuki remained silent.
Hasiga laughed nervously. "W-well! It's a good thing that Izuku is gaining friends right?" Hasiga attempted to change the topic.
"I mean Katsuki, you always complained about him following you around when we were younger— now that he has friends, maybe he'll finally leave you alone."
" you can get rid of that annoying leech, just like you've always wanted."
Katsuki gritted his teeth, the muscles in his jaw tightening as he let go of Tesaki, the fire in his gaze intensifying. —Without uttering another word, he turned on his heel and stormed off, leaving the playful tension hanging in the air.
Tesaki and Kasiga looked at each other, confused.