katsuki choushinhoshi
Kacchan.
Katsuki floats. He drifts in warm water, weightless and limp, letting the waves gently sway him. The water comes up to his ears and it’s like white noise. Everything is peaceful and Katsuki’s mind is blank — he doesn’t ever want to wake up. He wants to stay like this forever, so he doesn’t have to worry about anything— his mother finding him, being trapped in a box, being in a crowded public place, his mother finding him —
Kacchan.
Katsuki sleeps. He is a coconut, traveling across the big blue sea to find a beach to grow and thrive on, growing large and gorgeous, soaking up the sun like Katsuki longs to do. He can almost feel it on his face, warming his cheeks and tanning his skin, and he glows. He glows beneath the hot rays of the sun, and he doesn’t ever want to stop shining — because he finally feels free. Here, in this realm of sleep — he feels complete. He doesn’t ever want to wake up.
Kacchan, wake up!
The world starts to shake, the water ripples — Katsuki can’t help but feel a little disappointed. He’s leaving. He doesn’t want to leave. Katsuki sighs. The scent of flowers greets him like a lover, and Katsuki is instantly calmed — he is no longer annoyed with waking up. As long as the fragrance of flowers lays itself over him like a blanket, soothing and comforting — then he’ll wake up.
Katsuki opens his eyes.
“Kacchan, wake up!” Izuku says again, his voice like windchimes, gently pulling Katsuki from dreamland. Katsuki squints and lets out a quiet groan of slight displeasure. He sits up and groans again when his back pops. Kacchan says something else, but Katsuki is too irritated with himself to pay attention. He knew his back would hurt if he fell asleep. Shit. . . but he was just so tired. . .
“Ka —”
“Shut up, Izuku,” he says sharply, grumpy from the pain in his back and the crick in his neck. He shakes his head and runs a hand through his messy blond hair, messing it up further. He has bed-head hair — or after-sex-hair — which Katsuki prefers. Kinda. “What fucking time is it, nerd?”
“Hey!” Izuku protests, and Katsuki can practically hear the pout in his tone. Sighing, Katsuki looks up at him.
Katsuki’s face floods with heat and his heart pounds. Butterflies swimming and dancing in his stomach, he tries — and fails — not to gape at the absolutely stunning man standing in front of him. Holy shit. Did Izuku get even hotter overnight? Katsuki swallows and eyes him up and down, taking in the large, absolutely raunchy looking biceps and the tattoos that decorated Izuku’s skin like art. And it was — art, anyways. Some of the most beautiful art Katsuki’s ever seen. Izuku was talented, beautiful, and pretty fucking nice. Katsuki was in for a treat, all right.
Oh. Right — Izuku was saying something. Katsuki furrows his eyebrows. “What?” he says.
Izuku blinks his pretty jade eyes at him. “Hm?” Izuku hums, and Katsuki can almost feel the vibrations in his dick. Fuck.
“What time is it, Izuku?” Katsuki repeats. Izuku gives him a look of amusement before he lets out a soft, raspy chuckle like husks from his throat like sandpaper. Katsuki shivers. Fuck, this is dream-Katsuki’s mindset — Izuku is hotter than fucking hell. Katsuki wants to be pinned and fucked brutally by this man — and what does that say about him, huh? So what. Katsuki is sort of a slut. At least, that’s what his mother would’ve called him — has called him. Katsuki remembers it perfectly — it was his first boyfriend. Shinsou. Wonderful guy — they just fell out. Katsuki’s mom was a part of it, and the other half was just that they were kids — high school — and weren’t ready for a serious relationship — trauma and all that fancy shit.
“I already told you that, Kacchan. It’s almost 7:00. I usually get to the parlor at about 6:45, and I saw your shop on my way there, so I parked my car out front, greeted Ochako and the others, and walked all the way here to see you! I got your text last night and can I just say — that kind of made me tear up! Kyūseishu?Savior? Kacchan, that was so sweet, I have to give you a new last name now —”
“I made you cry?” Katsuki chokes out, overwhelmed and flattered and embarrassed and horrified all at once. Izuku was a whole sensory overload — fuck. “I —”
Izuku waves his hands around wildly. His voice is quick and rushes out in one gulp of air when he speaks. “No, no, no! It was good tears, Kacchan, good tears! It was really nice of you to give me a new last name like that.”
Katsuki blinks. His heart gallops and his pulse pounds in his ears. Blood rushes to his head and butterflies roll around in his stomach. What the hell. “I — okay.” he breathes out deeply and clasps his hands together and squeezes them. He’s pretty sure he looks like a fucking Blushing Bride — all rosy and pink and shit. Fuck. But that flower was fucking gorgeous, so he finds that he doesn’t care all that much — he does. “Oh —” his voice cracks and he clears his throat. His mouth is dry, and his stomach is so fucking empty.
The half-consumed apple still sits on the desk.
“Oh, and about the ‘new last name’ crap,” Katsuki begins, directing his gaze down, unable to meet Izuku’s blazing gaze without blushing like a high school girl. “You don’t have to give me one — really. It — It doesn’t matter. It’s fine. I don’t really —”
“Kacchan.” Izuku says tenderly. His eyes are soft as he catches Katsuki’s scarlet gaze. Katsuki swallows and his body feels warm and fluffy at the gentle tone of Izuku’s voice — his head pounds and he feels hot. “Kacchan, I want to give you a new last name. Can I? Please?” Izuku bats his eyelashes, staring down at Katsuki, eyes hooded and gleaming like emeralds. Katsuki almost passes out.
This fucker knows what he’s doin’. He thinks, clenching his thighs together. He bites his lip and looks away, unable to meet Izuku’s intense gaze. It burns through his soul, through his mind and heart and engraves itself in Katsuki’s very core. It turns his blood into molten lava and makes him squirm — “Okay,” Katsuki whispers, albeit shakily. Izuku beams at him. He glows brighter than Katsuki ever could beneath the sun.
Fuck. Is this some Disney-shit or somethin’. . . Katsuki thinks as he tries to calm his racing heart down. Jesus, what the fuck —
“Oh, was this apple yours?”
Katsuki blinks and he looks over at Izuku who’s pointing at Katsuki’s unfinished apple. Katsuki swallows down the bile in his throat and nods slowly. Izuku frowns. “You didn’t finish it.” he says, like it was a big deal.
Katsuki shrugs. “I wasn’t hungry.” is all he says. Izuku’s frown deepens and his eyebrows furrow to match the downturn of his lips. Katsuki wants to kiss that upside down smile from his mouth.
“Kacchan —” Izuku begins, looking worried.
“Look, I just wasn’t hungry, okay? I just grabbed it before I left my apartment, and I thought I would be able to eat it. Turns out I wasn’t as hungry as I thought I was, and I was just exhausted.”
Izuku still looks skeptical. Katsuki sighs and rests his chin in his hands. His eyes droop with tiredness as he takes, the pull of sleep lingering in the back of his head. “I ate a big dinner last night before I went to bed. Your text reminded me to eat.”
Izuku stares at him, but his frown is less intense, and his eyes aren’t burning into Katsuki’s very being. Katsuki swallows again.
“I promise,” he whispers. Izuku seems to finally let him off the hook at that, his frown flipping the right way. With a grin, he picks up the apple and hurls it at the trashcan in the corner like it was a basketball, landing it perfectly — dead fucking center — in the trashcan. Katsuki blinks at him, surprised and Izuku seems to read his mind.
“When I was in high school, I played basketball. It was really convenient for me because I was like, 6’3 by the time I was 17 — and because I really enjoyed the game. Even after high school, I played. For my first two years of college, I played basketball.” Izuku finishes with a reminiscing expression on his face, his eyes gleaming. Katsuki gawks at him. Izuku catches him staring and turns a bright rosy color — so pretty and perfect. He tilts his head and smiles at him, his wild green curls falling into his freckled face.
“You’re full of surprises, Izuku Kyūseishu.” Katsuki says softly. Izuku blushes beet red, all the way down to his collarbone. Katsuki sighs.
“A-Ah, well! You’re — you’re full of surprises too, Katsuki — uh, uh, OH! — Katsuki Choushinhoshi!”
Katsuki inhales sharply. He stares at Izuku with wide eyes, his breath caught in his throat and his brain whirling. “Really?” Katsuki says, breathless and flattered. “Supernova?”
Izuku rubs the back of his neck. “Kacchan, it was either that, or hoshi.”
Katsuki snorts. “Star? What’s up with you and astronomy?”
Izuku opens his mouth to speak but then he pauses, looking hesitant, before chuckling softly to himself, shaking his head. Katsuki blows out a sigh.
“Tell me.” he demands. When Izuku just stands there and bites his lip, his cheeks bright pink, Katsuki adds, “Please?” He makes his voice breathy and airy, sighing out the word while looking up at Izuku through his eyelashes, summoning all of his emotions for Izuku into his red eyes. Payback, Katsuki thinks, smirking internally.
Izuku stares at him — his eyes go dark with something, and his chest expands huge as he exhales deeply. Izuku licks his lips and darts his eyes around shifting where he stands. “It’s just —” Izuku’s face screws up and he stops again. Katsuki indicates for him to go on when Izuku glances at him. Katsuki softens his eyes and tilts his head in the universal “continue” sign, a small smile twitching at his lips. Izuku breathes out and then says it all in one big gulp.
“It’s just that you remind me of a supernova! With how bright and beautiful you are, and how you’re a burst of everything lovely and wonderful all at the same time! You’re everything a supernova is — you’re a spectacular explosion of a star, everywhere, all at once. You can outshine the universe for just one second — though I believe you could light it up for an eternity. You’re stunning, Kacchan — just like a supernova — and you’re so. . . alive. And I’ve only met you yesterday, but already I feel like I’ve known you for a lifetime.”
Oh.
Oh.
Oh fuck. Oh god, shit shit shit, fuck, what the FUCK. WHAT THE FU —
Katsuki hiccups. Immediately, Izuku is dashing forward, arms flailing everywhere, his expression pinched with urgency and worry. “Kacchan!” Izuku cries, “Oh, Kacchan, please don’t cry! Oh no — Kacchan!” At this, Katsuki just sobs harder. Izuku panics a little more. He mumbles frantically under his breath, hands hovering over Katsuki like he wants to pull him in for the tightest embrace but is fighting against every instinct within himself. Katsuki bows his head and cries, cradling his head in his hands. He’s so overwhelmed, he can’t even think, can’t even breathe, can’t move, can’t do anything but wheeze and cry all because Izuku said —
Nobody has ever said anything like that to Katsuki. Ever. No one’s ever. . . said all those nice things about him — not about how he’s a supernova, specifically, but still — Katsuki is in shock. No one has ever shown that much. . . kindness towards Katsuki. This is all new.
“N-No one,” Katsuki whimpers, “No one has e-ever ssaid an-anything lllike that t-to me b-before —” Katsuku cuts himself off with another choked, strangled sob. Izuku goes quiet, his waving arms going still. Katsuki doesn’t notice, he’s too busy stumbling over teary, gasping words, crying enough to flood the Earth. “No one has ever said anything nice about me like — like that. I-Izuku, you —”
“Oh, Kacchan.” Izuku sounds heartbroken, teary-eyed himself. He sniffles and Katsuki lets out another sob as Izuku wraps his arms around Katsuki’s shaking frame. Izuku rocks him back and forth slowly, carefully patting his back, telling him in a soft voice to “Let it out, Kacchan — it’s okay. You’re okay, Kacchan. It’s okay. Let it out.”
The last thing Katsuki registers is the press of something soft and plump against his temple.