Don't Mess With My Girl

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Category: M/M
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero
Academia
Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku
Character: Jirou Kyouka
Additional Tags: Wank and Tell, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia),
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Top Bakugou Katsuki, Bottom Midoriya Izuku, Chubby Midoriya Izuku
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Stats: Published: 2021-08-18 Completed: 2021-09-01 Words: 12,162 Chapters:

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 Don't Mess With My Girl
by Mikacrispy

Summary

When a scary guy starts stalking Jirou, she freaks out and asks her friend to pretend to be her
boyfriend.

Izuku doesn't think twice before stepping up to help Jirou. He does his best to make sure the
mean-looking dude doesn't bother his "girlfriend" and yet, the guy doesn't stop showing up.

But is Bakugou really after Jirou? And if so, why does he spend so much time talking to
Izuku?

Notes
See the end of the work for notes
 Fake Dating

Fake Dating

Kyoka Jirou isn’t your usual barista. She works in a coffee shop by day, but sings in a rock
band by night. She’s kickass and she knows it. Unfortunately, she isn’t the only one who
knows this.

Being a good-looking, confident young woman means she has to deal with a fair amount of
creeps in both of her workplaces. It’s always the same thing — people trying to get her name,
her number, saying inappropriate innuendos or stupid jokes.

Usually she handles things herself just fine. As said before, she’s kickass and she knows it; so
she kicks their asses to the curb without thinking twice.

But this new guy freaks her out.

He’s big as in big . At least two feet taller than her, biceps bigger than her thighs, tattoos of
explosions and fire covering every exposed inch of skin. Even his face looks mean. He’s
always scowling, a deep frown on his forehead, a snarl on his lips. She doesn’t even
understand half the things he says, because he just growls words under his breath. It’s
terrifying.

And he’s stalking her.

She first met him at one of her shows. He approached, tried to snarl at her, yelling a bunch of
profanities. She ran away as quickly as she could, without answering anything to him,
praying he got a hint and never showed up at her gigs again.

But now, two days later, he showed up at the coffee shop.

He’s by the counter, trying to get her attention. Jirou is doing her best to ignore him, pumping
out lattes as if her life depended on it. She doesn’t allow herself even one second to breathe;
once an order is done, she’s already starting the next. She thought that if she left him waiting
long enough, he’d give up and leave, but it’s already been over an hour and he’s still there,
looking at her with an increasingly angrier face.

So, yeah, she is scared. Very scared.

As the end of her shift comes near, Kyoka gets more agitated. She can’t keep working after
her shift is done, it’ll create a huge commotion of her coworkers trying to understand what’s
going on. She doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it, because the guy may try to demand
explanations from her in one of her shows.

Feeling like she doesn’t have any choice, she goes for the one tried-and-true way of getting
creeps off her — ask for a male friend to tell them she’s his girlfriend. It’s a solution that rubs
her feminist side the wrong way, but she can’t deny that it usually works. Asshole guys just
respect other guys; if she’s ‘taken’, they tend to back off.

Lucky for Kyoka, one of her best friends is also working there that day.

“Hey, Izuku,” she approaches, talking in a hushed voice. “Can I ask you for a favor?”

“Of course,” Izuku beams at her. She knew he would, Izuku is a sweetheart who never says
no to a friend in need.

“There’s a guy here bothering me. Can you tell him you’re my boyfriend so he leaves me
alone?”

Izuku frowns angrily, his chubby cheeks puffing up in indignation.

“Some guys really can’t take a hint,” he says, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this.
I’ll make sure he leaves you in peace. Who is he?”

Kyoka points to the big, terrifying guy by the counter and to his credit, Izuku doesn’t seem to
think twice. He marches towards the hulking figure with purpose, dead-set in sending him
away.

During one glorious second, Kyoka breathes in relief. This should be the end of it. Izuku will
tell the guy to not mess with his girl and she won’t ever have to see that barbarian ever again.

But as Izuku gets close to the man, Koyka realizes what she has done. She has sent the
sweetest, most gentle and warm guy she ever met to face someone who looks like he’s
running away from the police in 4 countries. It’s a ghastly sight.

Izuku is about two feet shorter than the monstrous man. And it’s not only the height
difference — Izuku is a little chubby, has soft, pink cheeks speckled with freckles, wears a
silly superhero hoodie, and looks like the most huggable person on Earth. The other guy is
whatever happens when you mix up Hercules with death metal; all black clothes, chains,
bulging muscles, and thirst for blood.

If anything goes wrong, the guy will smash Izuku like a plump fly.

Oh man,what has Koyka done?!

***

Izuku twists the hem of his apron in his pudgy hands. Sure, when Jirou asked for help, he was
glad to go to her rescue, but now... Well, now he’s facing the biggest, strongest, and most
handsome man he has ever seen and he doesn’t know how to act.

For a second, after she pointed to the blond behemoth, Izuku thought of running. There was
no way he could face that man! But he couldn’t. He couldn’t leave Jirou to fend for herself.
He’s not the type of guy that saves his skin and leaves a friend behind! He’s the type to
protect his friends from annoying guys! No matter how scary they look...
So he steeled his resolve and marched on.

“Ex- Excuse me, s-sir,” Izuku stutters with every ounce of courage he can muster. “Y-you sh-
shouldnt bo-bother our- our staff!”

The guy looks him up and down several times, as if he doesn’t even believe Izuku is talking
to him. It’s unnerving and makes Izuku want to hide under the closest table.

Then the guy says “Oh really?” in the most challenging tone Izuku has ever heard. “And what
are you going to do about it?”

Clearly asking nicely won’t work. Izuku will have to be strict with him.

“If yo-you keep bo-bothering my- my girlfriend, I’ll have to- to ask you to leave!” he says
with a confidence he’s far from feeling.

That seems to put the guy off slightly.

“Girlfriend?” he asks, visibly confused.

“Ye-yes, the- the girl you ha-have been bothering. She- she’s my girlfriend and- and I want
you to back off!” Izuku brings forth every single shred of aggressivity he has when he lands
that line — though, granted, he doesn’t have much aggressivity overall.

“Fine,” the guy answers grumpily. “What-fucking-ever. Don’t need to pull a Detroit Smash
on me, nerd.”

And with just that one line, the big scary guy immediately transforms into a dear old friend in
Izuku’s eyes.

“Do you read All Might?”

“Yeah... I mean, it’s nerd shit, but it’s good,” the guy awkwardly answers, rubbing the back of
his head.

“Detroit smash is actually my favorite move of his! I mean, everyone likes Texas Smash and
surely the United States of Smash is grand but...” And then Izuku starts talking and doesn’t
stop. He delves deep into all All Might’s signature moves and even a few others from other
heroes of the series, and the big scary guy just nods along, offering small comments.

Izuku only comes back to himself when the line in the register gets long enough to reach
them and he remembers he should be manning the other till.

“Oh! I’m so sorry! Look at me talking your ear out!” he says when he realizes what he has
done. “I should go! And you- don’t bother the staff!” he says as a last warning before running
back to work.

Later that day, Izuku thinks back to the interaction between him and the big, blond man and
realizes he might have gotten lucky. That could have easily gone sour and he doesn’t know
what he’d have done.
Well, in any case, now that’s solved and he doubts the blond man will show up again.

***

So, Izuku was wrong. That was not the last he heard from the blond. Much on the contrary.

The very next day, Kacchan (funny name for someone as big and threatening as him, but
Izuku was too polite to question) showed up again. This time Izuku was proactive and went
to talk to him before he could even spot Jirou. And after a few more warnings (“I really hope
you’re not here to bother my girlfriend again!”), they fell in the same easy conversation as the
day before. Kacchan ordered a coffee and they talked while Izuku prepared drinks. It was
quite fun!

And then it became a kind of routine. Every couple of days or so, Kacchan shows up, asks for
a black coffee, and talks to Izuku.

Their conversation quickly goes beyond just talking about comics. They share their works
(grad student for Izuku and firefighter for Kacchan — it explains the fire-themed tattoos!),
their hobbies (mostly comics for Izuku, but Kacchan is in a band), and everything else that
came to mind. But, of course, Izuku never forgets to remind Kacchan that he shouldn’t bother
his girlfriend.

Kacchan doesn’t like when Izuku mentions Jirou. He always makes an annoyed face when
Izuku tells him to not bother her, but he respects the warnings and that’s why Izuku keeps
giving them.

“Gotta go, Deku. Time to head back to the station,” Kacchan says his farewell that day.

“You know my name is Izuku, Kacchan,” he chastises as does every day.

“I do, but you also do look like a Deku,” Kacchan smirks, devilishly handsome.

“Well, do be on your way! You shouldn’t get late to work!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fucking going,” he grunts half-heartedly.

“And don’t bother my girlfriend on your way out!”

Kacchan huffs and rolls his eyes. “What-fucking-ever,” he grumbles.

“See you soon, Kacchan!”

“See you, Deku.”

Kacchan is kind of weird, but Izuku likes him.

***

“Have youtalked to her?” Mina asks with little to no patience.

“I’m working on it,” Katsuki answers without taking his eyes off his drum set.

“IT’S BEEN OVER A MONTH, BAKUGOU!” Mina screeches.

“I fucking know that, Racoon! I go there every fucking day!” he barks back.

“Exactly! You go there every day and you still haven’t managed to ask her if she wants to
join our band?” Mina asks in complete disbelief.

“I’m working on it!” he yells, angrily.

“Really, dude, this is getting ridiculous,” Kaminari joins Mina. “It can’t be that hard.”

“I told you idiots already, her boyfriend doesn’t let me fucking talk to her!” Katsuki defends
himself.

“I’m so done with this excuse! We need a new vocalist! I suck at vocals! I want back on the
bass!” Mina whines.

“You know you will keep doing back vocals anyway, bitch,” Katsuki accuses.

“Hey, hey! Calm down, everyone!” Kirishima interrupts them. “I’m sure Bakugou is doing
everything he can. Her boyfriend must be super jealous, or strict or something,” the redhead
ponders, and Katsuki looks away to not show the guilt in his eyes.

“Yeah, but after a whole month I’d expect that Bakugou would have managed to convince
him that he isn’t interested in Jirou like that,” Mina huffs. “Come on! You’re gayer than a
feather boa! Why haven’t you told him that?”

“It’s not that simple, bitch!” Katsuki defends himself.

Because, yeah, it’s not that simple.

Sure, from the way he approached her and then followed her to her workplace, it was
understandable that Jirou would get spooked. And sending her boyfriend to deal with a
stalker is a pretty standard move. But that’s when things got complicated...

Because her boyfriend is exactly Katsuki’s type.

Deku is cute and fluffy and soft and squishable and Katsuki wants to eat him up. Their nerdy
talks easily became the best part of his day — and the farewell when Deku reminds Katsuki
to ‘not bother his girlfriend’ the worst.

Trust Katsuki to crush on a straight, committed guy.

And yeah, maybe Katsuki hasn’t been working too hard to convince Deku he’s just interested
in Jirou as a vocalist for his band. But can you blame him? It’d be hard to work with the
girlfriend of his crush! And, after inviting Jirou to the band, Katsuki wouldn’t have any more
excuses to talk to Deku often.
Still, his bandmates are starting to realize that there’s something wrong in this situation and
the pressure is getting heavy on him.

“We have a gig next week,” Mina whines “At this pace, I’ll have to sing in it again!”

“Yeah, even if Jirou agreed to join the band, one week isn’t long enough to get her ready for a
show,” Kaminari agrees.

“Hey! I have an idea! What if Katsuki invites Jirou and her boyfriend for next week’s show?
This way we can all show them this is strictly about music and that no one wants to mess up
with their relationship!” Kirishima offers with his big, dumb, supportive smile.

“That could work,” Mina agrees, nodding.

“Yeah, I guess it’s our best plan, since just letting Explodey talk to the guy hasn’t worked so
far,” Kaminari quips.

For a second, Katsuki thinks of protesting, but he really doesn’t have a good argument for
why he can’t invite the couple to their show. ‘I’ll be too distracted checking out Jirou’s
boyfriend’s ass to play’ isn’t going to go well with the others. So he just agrees to invite them
both on his next visit to the cafe.

Katsuki is screwed.

***

Unfortunately, against Katsuki’s best judgment, the next time he went by the coffee shop, he
talked to Deku and said what he should have said from the get-go.

“So, you know I’m in a band, right?” he grumbled halfheartedly.

Honestly, he was hoping that some other barista would call Deku and cut their time short, but
he was out of luck. And if he came back to the station without having invited Jirou to see
their band, he’d find his bunk bed covered in ice cubes. Mina had threatened to do that before
and he’s sure she’d go through with it.

“Of course! With your coworkers, right?” Deku asked with his usual warm smile.

He looked so damn cute and innocent. Katsuki wanted to bite the smile right off his lips.

“Yeah, those fuckers… So, we’re out of a vocalist and my bandmates were wondering if your
girlfriend would like to join us.”

“Oh, Jirou?” he tilted his head cutely. “Well, I’m not sure… I mean, she’s already in a band.”

“Yeah, but they fucking suck,” Katsuki said straight to the point, making Deku look at him
surprised. “Listen, there’s this gig this Saturday. We’ll be playing. We fucking rock. Way
harder than the pussies she’s singing for today. You two should swing by and check it out.”

And to Katsuki’s infinite astonishment, Deku agreed.

“Sure!” he chirped. “I mean… Sure, I’ll invite her to see you guys playing this Saturday. I
can’t guarantee she’ll want to join, though.”

“She will,” Katsuki grumbled, annoyed. “Once she hears us, she’ll join.”

Katsuki wished that wasn’t true, but he knew his band was good — and the band Jirou sang
for wasn’t. It wasn’t even a competition. That’s why he was postponing fixing the
misunderstanding; if he thought Jirou wouldn’t join the band, there wouldn’t be such a big
mess to begin with.

After Deku’s agreement, Katsuki quickly scribbled the time and place for the show on a piece
of napkin and bid goodbye. Part of him wanted to enjoy his last time talking to Deku without
too much guilt, but another part of him was telling him to cut his losses. Things were about to
turn bad for him and it was in his best interest to not let his friends realize why the hell it took
him so long to figure this shit out with Jirou and her boyfriend.

So, when Saturday arrived, Katsuki had a whole battle plan on how to not let any one of his
friends realize how much he and Deku talked. He’d be his most grumpy and unapproachable
self, stick to the back, don’t make eye contact, don’t say a full word (much less a full
sentence), and basically give every non-verbal cue possible that he wasn’t in the mood for
socialization. If he was lucky, Mina would take over the conversation and, in an attempt to
charm Jirou, not include Katsuki in the conversation whatsoever.

It was a solid plan. His friends know better than to force Katsuki to socialize when he’s in
“one of his moods” as they say. And, in the loud mess that is the pub they play, it’d be easy to
fall back in the shadows and let everything play out without his interference.

Too bad fucking Deku didn’t get the memo.

As Katsuki is distracted, setting his drums, Jirou and Deku arrive — and they go straight
towards him. Katsuki only realizes what happened when it’s already too late to hide.

“Hi, Kacchan! We came!” Deku yells, approaching him with Jirou by his side.

His voice breaks through the noise in the pub and every single one of his bandmates perk up
and look at the newcomers. Katsuki looks in silent panic as Deku keeps getting closer, a big,
dumb smile taking over his whole face as Jirou walks by his side, looking slightly suspicious.

But before Katsuki has to actually do something, Mina takes the lead.

“Hi! You’re Jirou, right? And you must be her boyfriend!”, she greets them enthusiastically.

“Hey,” Jirou says, still side-eyeing Katsuki.

“Hi! I’m Izuku!” Deku says in his usual warm and welcoming way.

There’s absolutely no way in hell anyone will believe this guy was being a hardass and
preventing Katsuki from even talking to his girlfriend. Deku looks like the exact opposite of
“mean and controlling boyfriend”. Katsuki’s lies crumbled to dust the moment he smiled and
greeted everyone.
“This is Kiri, Kirishima,” Mina pulls Shitty Hair to the conversation and then Dunce Face.
“And this is Kami.”

“Hey! Glad you two could make it!” Kirishima welcomes them happily.

“Kaminari Denki, my dear friends”, Dunce Face says with a stupid curtsy.

“Izuku here said you guys wanted me to check out your sound,” Jirou says, getting down to
business.

“Yes! Kacchan said they’d like you to join the band!” Deku agrees like an overly-excited
puppy. Never before Katsuki wanted to kiss and kill someone at the same time.

“ Kacchan said, hm?” Mina eyes him with squinted eyes, showing that she’s onto his bullshit,
before turning back to Jirou with a smile as if nothing had happened. “Well, that’s precisely
it! We’re out of a vocalist and I’ve been filling the spot for now. But I really prefer to do
backing vocals and play the bass. We saw you singing one night over a month ago and we
knew you’d be the perfect piece for our band!”

“We sent Bakugou to talk to you that night, but we understand there was some… hm…
misunderstanding.” Every word that comes out of Kirishima’s mouth makes Katsuki want to
strangle him. “But we want to reassure you that there’s nothing sketchy going on! We totally
respect you guys’ relationship and we’d never do anything to jeopardize it!”

“Yeah, dudes! We just want Jirou in the band!” Kaminari agrees.

“Yeah, I got that…” Jirou says, still looking suspiciously at Katsuki. “In any case, watching
you guys play is the best way for me to see if I think this can work.”

“Great! We’re just finishing setting everything up and we’ll start the show in a bit!”
Kirishima says.

“We’ll go down the bar to grab a beer. See you guys at the end,” Jirou answers.

“Good luck, guys! Have a good show, Kacchan!” Deku says, waving happily, before leaving
with Jirou.

And the moment they’re out of earshot, everyone in the band turns to Katsuki with murder in
their eyes.

“What the fuck, Baku?” Mina screeches.

“What?” he snaps back angrily.

“You know damn well what! That guy did not threaten you to not talk to Jirou for a whole
month!”

“He specifically told me to not talk to her,” Katsuki growls through his teeth.

And that isn’t a lie. The issue is that Katsuki never tried to explain himself to Deku.
“Don’t fucking try me, Explodey! You thought we wouldn’t notice that Izuku is just your
type?!”

“And you even gave him your fuckboy nickname, bro,” Kaminari teases. “We know you just
go by Kacchan when you’re hoping to get laid.”

To that, Katsuki has no retort. Yes, he knows he can look a bit intimidating to some people
and, sometimes, when he’s interested in a guy, he introduces himself with his cutesy
childhood nickname to seem more approachable. Understanding that there’s no saving face,
Katsuki turns back to his drums without saying a word.

He’s half-expecting Mina to keep yelling at him or Kaminari to keep making stupid jokes.
But turns out, it’s Kirishima who takes issue with Katsuki’s attitude.

“Bro, totally unmanly,” the redhead says, shaking his head. “He’s Jirou’s boyfriend. You
can’t come between them! Besides, if everything goes right, she’ll be in our band after today
and things can get pretty uncomfortable if she realizes you’re into him.”

“I fucking know, ok?” he hisses. “I’m not doing any fucking thing! We just talked, alright?”

“Talked?” Kirishima squints.

Katsuki should feel insulted by his friend’s skepticism that he spent a whole month chatting
up some guy he had no plans of hooking up. But Katsuki knows he’s not the most social
person and everyone knows Katsuki doesn’t do idle chatting.

“Yeah. Talked. He’s into All Might and shit,” he grumbles, without meeting Kirishima’s eyes.

“I guess he looks the type…”

Though Izuku hasn’t come to the show wearing superhero merch, he still looks as dorky as
ever. He’s wearing his usual khaki shorts, a green plaid shirt buttoned all the way to his chin,
and his big, dumb red sneakers. Side by side with his girlfriend, who seems to be going for
the title of Gothic Princess of the night, it looks like the oddest of couples. But who is
Katsuki to judge? It’s not like his wardrobe has any color other than black with hints of
orange and there’s nothing he wants more than to look weird by Deku’s side.

“Oh shit, you like him,” Kirishima says with doom in his voice.

“What? I don’t-” Katsuki tries to deny, but his friend doesn’t let him.

“No. Don’t even try, bro. I saw your face just now. And I’ve known you since high school
and have never seen you make this face.”

“I’m gonna explode your dumb face,” Katsuki threatens — because if he can’t deny, he might
as well threaten people with bodily harm.

Kirishima doesn’t heed to him, though. “Oh my God, what are you going to do? What are we
going to do? This is the worst situation possible! Mina is going-”
“Are you guys ready to start?” The pub manager approaches the stage and interrupts their
conversation.

Mina and Kaminari who were finishing setting up their instruments, unaware of their
bandmates’ conversation, answer for them.

“Yes!”

“We’re ready!”

Katsuki decides to take this cue to get away from Kirishima’s freakout. “Let’s fucking play.”

“Right, alright,” Kirishima nods. “We can talk about this later.”

Or not. Katsuki would be pretty happy to not talk about this ever again.

Things run smoothly after that, though. Besides what it may look like, his band is quite
professional and wouldn’t let anything get in the way of them performing a good show. Mina
easily takes the front of the stage, greets the public, and then they’re playing.

And to keep things professional, Katsuki does his best to not look towards the bar, where
Deku and his girlfriend are. The only time Katsuki lost hold of himself and looked towards
them, Deku happily waved at him like the complete dork that he is and Katsuki felt the urgent
need to kiss the living shit out of him. So he didn’t make this mistake again during the rest of
the show.

Their band, the Sound Saviors, plays a mixture of classic rock and hard rock. The kind of shit
Katsuki can bang away on the drums to his heart’s desire. And today he takes this
opportunity to release all his anxiety and frustration on his drums. The rest of the band
follows his lead and they put on one hell of a show. The public loves every single second of
it.

So it shouldn’t come as a surprise that, when the show ends, Jirou and Deku approach the
band and the girl seems to be impressed.

“Not bad. I really dig the setlist,” she praises them.

“You guys are really great!” Deku says excitedly, a big smile pushing up his blushing
cheeks.

“I’m glad you guys liked it!” Kirishima smiles back.

“Liked? I think you’re my favorite band now!” Deku answers and Katsuki looks away to
contain the need to smother him in kisses.

“There’s only one thing that could make it better,” Jirou says, making everyone look at her
confused. “A vocalist who doesn’t prefer being on the back vocals.”

“Ahh!” Mina yells happily. “So you’re joining?! You’re joining, right? Please tell me you’re
joining!”
“Yes, I’m joining,” Jirou answers, chuckling.

Oh shit. Katsuki’s life just got way fucking harder.

 Real Struggles
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Real Struggles

Jirou joined the band and Katsuki’s life went to hell.

Or heaven, he’s not sure.

What he knows for sure is that Deku is there. Deku is there all the goddamn time. Since Jirou
became their vocalist, there hasn’t been one fucking rehearsal that Deku hasn’t shown up.

Never before their band had an audience for rehearsals, so you’d think people would quickly
get uncomfortable with the situation. Katsuki was hoping Kaminari would get self-conscious
of fucking up his cues in front of someone new, or that Mina would get annoyed with Deku’s
constant praises. But no, the damn assholes that call themselves Katsuki’s best friends
fucking adore Deku.

It’s ridiculous, really. One goddamn month and Deku is already part of the crew. He created a
special extremely-high-on-sugar frappuccino for Mina and became instantly her favorite
person in the world; he’s the only one to have ever praised Kaminari’s fashion sense, so he
also won Dunce Face for a lifetime; and with Kirishima, it was the stupidest thing Katsuki
ever seen — they didn’t even have a reason to become friends, they’re just two happy doofus
who fit perfectly with one another.

One would think that having your best friends approving of your crush and seeing said crush
at least three times a week would be a blessing. And for a few moments, when Deku looks at
him and praises his performance in any particular song, Katsuki almost believes that himself.

But then he remembers Jirou exists.

She’s always there as well. Granted, she’s their new lead singer and they’re only having so
many rehearsals at all so that she can integrate well with the band before their next gig. So, of
course she’s there. And she has also become quick friends with everyone in the band, which
should be good for band morale.

However, it’s hard for Katsuki to deal with the whole “my best friends adore the woman who
stole the love of my life” situation.

Fine, Jirou had Deku before Katsuki met him. But still! There has to be some regulation
against that in the Bro Code Kaminari and Kirishima are always talking about. They can’t
just accept into the inner circle the one who is responsible for Katsuki’s broken heart.

So, one can forgive Katsuki for not being in the best of moods lately.
Or at least, one should forgive Katsuki. Mina, unfortunately, isn’t one. Neither is Kaminari.
Things aren’t looking good with Kirishima either. They’re all tired of his grumpiness and
constant aggression. Too bad for them, Katsuki doesn’t feel like changing any of this for the
foreseeable future.

“The hell was that? You messed up the tempo, Dunce Face!” Katsuki barks, interrupting the
song they’re playing for the who-knows-how-manyth time.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” Mina whines, throwing her head back in frustration.

“I didn’t! I was just there!” Kaminari tries to defend himself.

“No, you fucking weren’t! I’m the drummer! I know the fucking tempo! And you were as
close to it as you’re to a decent dye job!” he yells.

“Hey! Bro! Chill!” Kirishima tries to intervene. “It’s alright, we can start again.”

“If we keep having to restart because your morons can’t keep up-” he starts growling, but is
interrupted by a cheerful greeting.

“Hi, guys! Sorry I’m late!” Deku’s excited voice puts an immediate end to whatever
complaint Katsuki had. “Professor kept us after the lecture!”

“No biggie, Zuku,” Mina says with an annoyed voice. “You haven’t lost much.”

“Yeah, just us playing the same 30 seconds of a song over and over again…” Kaminari
whines.

“Whatever, let’s just fucking do this,” Katsuki grumbles, focusing on his drums.

For the rest of the rehearsal, Katsuki doesn’t scream as much. Not that the idiots don’t
deserve it, but for some reason, he just doesn’t like yelling at them when Deku is around. So
he keeps his criticism to loud snarls and angry glares — luckily, all of his friends already
know how to read this type of communication.

He also tries his best not to look at Deku or Jirou. The last thing he needs is to catch them
trading loving glances or some shit like it. Katsuki is pretty sure he’d throw up on the spot, or
maybe break a drumstick. He knows his behavior doesn’t make for a good and friendly
environment, but that’s the best he can muster.

Unfortunately, Deku is a goddamn angel and a worrywart. Besides Katsuki’s best efforts to
keep as far away as possible and not talk to him this whole month, Deku stays back and
reaches out to Bakugou when the rehearsal is over.

Everyone else takes a hint of Katsuki’s sour mood and runs away from the garage they use to
play as soon as they end their session. Katsuki always stays back to go over his drum set
carefully, see if any maintenance is needed, put away what needs to be stored, things like
that. He’s used to always being the last one at the garage, so he’s obviously surprised when
Deku’s voice calls him gently.
“Kacchan?”

Katsuki raises his head surprised and frowns. “What are you still doing here? Shouldn't you
have taken your girl home?” he grumbles, looking down again as he tries not to let his voice
betray the bitterness of his words.

“Ah, Kyoka had something to do today,” Deku explains. “And it’s been so long since I
managed to talk to you!” he says with a cheerful voice that breaks Katsuki’s heart.

“You’re always around for band practice,” Katsuki dismisses as if he hasn’t realized they
went from talking almost daily to barely greeting each other.

“Yes, but you’re always so focused! And everyone is around! We really hadn’t had much
time to talk and… I don’t know… I wondered how you’re doing…?” he says with
uncertainty.

“Just fucking peachy,” he grumbles, doing his best to keep his focus on his drum set.

“Are you? Because you seem to be a little stressed, lately? I’m sorry if I’m being nosy, I’m
just a little worried, but I can shut up if you want me to. You probably want me to, right? I’m
always doing this, getting involved in things I shouldn’t. Sorry, you must have talked about
things with your friends already and here I am just being annoying and-”

“Deku, chill,” Katsuki interrupts the man’s rambling as he spirals into mumbling his inner
thoughts. Deku instantly closes his mouth and looks at Katsuki with guilty eyes that pierce
straight through his heart. “It’s- It’s fine, you can ask shit.”

“Then… Are you alright, Kacchan?”

The question is asked tentatively but it shows Deku has noticed Katsuki’s awful mood and
that he’s being ignored. It’d be all too easy to say that no, he’s fucking far from alright, and
dump on Deku everything he has been feeling. But it’d also be terribly unfair. None of this is
Deku’s fault; he never led Katsuki on in their interactions. This whole mess is completely
Katsuki’s fault and he’s the one who has to deal with it.

“I’m fine,” he grumbles, not looking into Deku’s eyes or else it’d be harder to lie. “Just tired.
Lots of work at the station and all this extra practice is killing me.”

“Oh… Yeah! How could I have not thought of that? You told me before you guys used to
rehearse just once a week. Going from that to three is a big change. No wonder you’re tired,
the drums are a very demanding instrument!”

“I guess,” Katsuki shrugs, still not meeting Izuku’s eyes.

“Maybe you all can slow down after the first show next weekend? Kyoka should have a good
grasp of your set by then…”

The mention of Izuku’s girlfriend makes Katsuki’s mood sour even more, and he instantly
starts putting his gear away.
“Gotta finish packing this and get ready for my shift tonight,” he says dismissively.

“Yeah! Right! Sorry! I’m not going to keep you any longer! Sorry to bother you with my
pestering… Hope you can rest before work, Kacchan! Have a good night!” Izuku says,
scrambling away.

And then, Katsuki is left alone in the garage, wanting to bang his head on his cymbals.

***

Friday, the last rehearsal before the show, to everyone’s despair Deku couldn’t go. He had to
take a shift at the coffee shop and this left the band on their own for the first time. Without
Deku around to keep Katsuki’s temper in check, things quickly escalate to the worst
environment possible.

However, unlike the other days, it’s not his friends who are used to him that are Katsuki’s
target.

“Stop!” he screams in the middle of a song, eliciting groans from everyone. “The hell was
that, Ears?”

“What?” Jirou looks at him, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“You messed up the lyrics.”

“No, I didn’t. And why am I ‘Ears’?”

“Yes, you fucking did and your ears look weird as hell.”

Jirou squints her eyes at him and looks like she’s getting ready to rise to Katsuki’s challenge.
Internally, he gets excited. Katsuki has been itching to fight this girl since the moment he
discovered she stole his man.

But then she just sighs and mumbles, “Whatever. Let’s start from the top.”

Fucking bitch. She isn’t even an asshole to make it easier for Katsuki to hate her. That’s just
plain rude. The least she could do was yell back at him when he’s being an annoying fuck
like his other friends do — so Katsuki can keep being annoying without feeling guilty
because he knows the other person is being annoying back. But no, she just takes whatever he
throws at her, making him look like the bad guy. Un-fucking-believable.

But Katsuki isn’t going to bend to her crazy polite ways. No, he stands his ground and calls
out every goddamn syllable she pronounces weirdly the whole damn afternoon.

They end up finishing their session early. Mina jumps on the opportunity when Kaminari says
he needs to pee and everyone rushes out of the garage as if someone just said the closest
convenience store is distributing free ice cream. Kirishima, however, stays behind.

“Bro, that wasn’t manly,” he says in a condescending tone that irks Katsuki to no end.
“Your face isn’t manly,” Katsuki grumbles pettily.

“Not true, and also not cool,” Kirishima says seriously. “You can’t treat us like this just
because you’re crushing on Izuku.”

“I can do whatever the fuck I want. And I’m not crushing on Izuku.”

No, at this point Katsuki is thoroughly convinced Izuku is the love of his life. He wouldn’t be
losing sleep for a whole month if it was just a crush, he wouldn’t be feeling so shitty all the
time if it was just a crush.

“You know what? I don’t care. However you feel about Izuku doesn’t entitle you to be an ass
to everyone else.”

“Well, everyone else is chumming up with the fucker that took Izuku from me!”

“She’s been dating him before you even met him! Bro! Come on! I know you can be
reasonable when you want.”

“Fuck you! Leave me alone!” Katsuki says, quickly packing up his things to leave.

“Bro, alright, I get it. You like him,” Kirishima says, back in the condescending voice. “But
he’s taken and they look happy, or else why would he be here all the time? Maybe you should
try to move on.”

Katsuki doesn’t offer any answer, he simply swings his backpack on his shoulder and leaves
the garage.

It’s not like he doesn’t know any of that already. He knows he’s being more of an asshole
than usual, and he knows that even if Deku wasn’t taken, his behavior certainly wouldn’t be
winning him over. And yes, he’s quite aware that he needs to move on. Katsuki needs to be
better at controlling his jealousy and at making sure he doesn’t talk to Deku at all.

And he’ll try to do all of that. He just won’t tell Kirishima as much to not give the fucker the
satisfaction.

***

During the days before their first show with Jirou, Katsuki doesn’t talk much to any of his
friends. He keeps to himself at the station and doesn’t engage in the group chat. Since he
can’t get over his feelings, he figures the least he can do is not impose them on everyone else.

For the show, his plan is to keep to himself — not talking unless absolutely needed, focusing
on his drums, going home as soon as the show is over. Maybe if he keeps this MO for long
enough, his brain will forget about how Deku’s eyes form cute little wrinkles when he smiles
and how his cheeks look like the most biteable things in the world.

That night, he gets to the pub early so he can be sure to set his drums with calm. Kirishima
and Mina arrive shortly after and keep their interactions with Katsuki to a minimum when
they notice the kind of mood he’s in. Kaminari arrives a bit later and doesn’t have the same
presence of mind.

“What’s crackling, my buddies?” he greets them excitedly. “Mina, excited to be back on the
back? Kiri, ready to rock? Baku, still murderous?”

“Fuck you,” Katsuki growls out.

“You really should use this opportunity to try and get laid with a groupie, Baku. It’d do
wonders for your mood, and your skin!” Kaminari continues, completely disregarding that
he’s quickly becoming the sole target of Katsuki’s murderous intent.

“Leave him alone, Kami,” Kirishima intervenes before Katsuki goes for blood.

“Yes, let’s not poke the beast. We need this night to go smoothly and not have Explodey
bullying anyone,” Mina agrees as she throws a nasty glare towards Katsuki.

Katsuki glares back and readies a retort full of expletives — but the words die on his tongue
when he sees Deku and Jirou arriving. Actually, he doesn’t even see Jirou. His eyes fall on
Deku and suddenly it’s like the whole room dissipates into nothing because Deku looks
fucking hot. Not that he doesn’t always look hot in Katsuki’s eyes, he does. Katsuki loves the
nerdy hoodies and dorky shoes, he even likes Deku’s work apron. But this… This is a whole
new level.

Deku actually is wearing clothes someone who goes see their band play at that club might
wear — skin-tight, ripped pants with fishnets underneath that make his thighs look like the
juiciest thing Katsuki has ever seen, a cropped band t-shirt that shows his cute, soft belly with
a mash shirt underneath, and eyeliner that makes his green eyes pop even in the pub’s dim
lighting. Deku looks like Katsuki’s walking wet dream and a small whimper threatens to
break from his lips just from looking at him.

“What’s up,” Jirou greets them.

Everyone answers excitedly except Katsuki, who is still mesmerized by Deku.

“Hi,” Deku waves shyly.

“Oh my God, Izuku! I love the outfit!” Mina cheers.

“Th-thank you,” he answers, looking at his feet and awkwardly pulling at the hem of the t-
shirt. So embarrassed and so freaking cute. “I asked Kyoka to help me get dressed… Last
time I didn’t look the part to be hanging out with the band…”

“Oh, don’t say that, dude! You’re welcome to hang out with us no matter how you dress!”
Kirishima reassures him.

“Yes, but also, you’re looking great! Good job, Jirou!” Kaminari says, raising his thumb for
Jirou.
Jirou puts her arm around Deku’s shoulders and says proudly, “He does look hot, doesn’t
he?” And to make matters worse, she kisses Deku’s cheek and gives him a little wink.

Deku blushes a bright red and stutters, “Ky-Kyoka!”

“You two are so cute!” Mina coos.

Katsuki also goes red, but his is made of envy, jealousy, and rage. Fucking bitch! Now she’s
showing off! And fucking stupid friends that support this bullshit! Fuck everyone! And even
fuck Deku for teasing him like this! Katsuki is so fucking tired of all these shitty feelings
stirring up inside him! It’s not fair that the world just goes on as if he wasn’t having an
internal meltdown!

Probably sensing the volcano that is his best friend about to go off, Kirishima tries to
intervene. “Hey, guys, maybe let’s head to the back to get ready for the show? We don’t have
much longer now.”

“I’ll be by the bar,” Deku says to Kyoka. “Have a great show, everyone!”

“Thanks, Izu!”

“Have fun, dude!”

As they go to the backstage room to pick up the instruments and make sure the sound table is
good to go, all Katsuki can think of is Deku. However, his thoughts are a whirlwind, going
from happy thoughts about everything he’d do to Deku if they got some time alone (biting
that freckled shoulder, squeezing those thighs), to remembering who dressed him like that
was his fucking girlfriend, and then getting pissed at Jirou for showcasing everything Katsuki
can’t have like that.

Jirou didn’t seem to mind, but when Deku said he’d be by the bar, Katsuki’s mind starts
imagining how many sleazy bastards are going to try hooking up with him. How can she not
care? How can she literally dress Deku like a goddamn snack and let him loose for anyone
else to see and try to have a taste? If she’s going to be so careless with Deku, she might as
well let Katsuki have him! He’d take good care of Deku and make sure no one bothered him
during the show.

So caught up on his own head as Katsuki was, he didn’t even see the other band members
getting ready for the show. When he realizes, they’re already on stage. From his spot behind
the drums, Katsuki can see Deku sitting all pretty by the bar. He’s so fucking cute and hot
that Katsuki wants to go over there and steal him away. He’s even drinking cutely, a pink
cocktail with a dumb umbrella on it.

When their first song ends, Deku claps loudly, a huge smile making his cheeks look even
more squishy than usual. His curls bounce around, all soft-looking — what Katsuki wouldn’t
give to be able to bury his hands on them.

As the third song rolls around, Deku is in his second drink and Katsuki can see his flushed
cheeks even from this distance. So the little nerd is a lightweight and shitty Jirou just left him
to hang by the bar on his own. Katsuki just knows this will be trouble soon.

And he’s right. By the sixth song, a drunk-looking guy tries chatting Izuku up. Katsuki’s fury
soars like wildfire on dry grass. His hands tighten around the drumsticks until his knuckles
are white as he controls the urge to go down there and do something about it. When the shitty
drunk dares touch Deku’s shoulder, Katsuki almost gets up from his stool — but Deku has
things under control. He pushes the guy’s hand off his shoulder and shoots him a nasty glare.
The drunkard seems to get the message and quickly gets lost.

Katsuki doesn’t even know how he doesn’t miss a beat on the songs since he’s way more
focused on what’s happening to Deku than on his drums. If any of his bandmates was this
distracted, Katsuki would rip them a new one. And yet, Katsuki couldn’t care less; his mind
is filled completely with Deku and, for a moment, he almost believes that when this shitty
show is over, he can go over there and kiss the living shit out of that cute nerd.

But when the show comes to an end and Deku gets up to cheer for them, Katsuki remembers
he’s not the one Deku is clapping for. Jirou stands in front of the stage happy and triumphant,
and she’s the one who is taking Deku home that night.

If Katsuki could, he’d explode that whole damn pub to smithereens. Angry, ugly jealousy fills
his senses and he feels ready to blow up on anyone that gets too close. He doesn’t even stay
for the whole applause, stomping his way backstage as soon as possible before he makes a
scene.

In the little room backstage, Katsuki paces around like a caged tiger. He’s furious; his mind
keeps coming in circles about how fucking unfair this all this, how he finally finds someone
he truly cares about and doesn’t even have a chance, how shitty Jirou doesn’t even take
proper care of Deku and Katsuki would cherish him so much more.

As the applause dies out, the rest of the band enters the room to gather their stuff. Seeing
Katsuki’s irrational mood, everyone makes a point of rushing away as quickly as possible,
not wanting to be a target of the volcano of rage about to go off.

Everyone, except Jirou.

Completely disregarding her well-being, she dares to speak to Katsuki.

“Everything alright there, Bakugou? You seemed a little off on the show.”

And that’s it. That’s how Katsuki loses it.

“I don’t fucking know, Shitty Ears,” he roars. “Maybe I was having issues with the fact you
abandoned your fucking boyfriend to the vultures!”

“I did what?” she asks, raising an unimpressed eyebrow.

“You dressed Deku like a goddamn doll and left him to fend for himself against a bunch of
creepers! Or were you too busy pretending to be a rockstar to pay attention to Deku?” he
screams. “He was groped the whole fucking night!”
“I honestly doubt that,” the girl answers just to piss Katsuki off even more.

“Who the hell are you to fucking doubt me? Were you even watching him during the show?”
Katsuki yells, shaking in anger.

“No, not really,” she shrugs. “I know Izuku can take care of himself.”

“THAT’S NOT THE FUCKING POINT! A GOOD PARTNER WOULD TAKE CARE OF
HIM EVEN IF HE CAN HANDLE HIMSELF!”

“Oh really? And I suppose I’m not a good partner for Izuku?”

“FUCK NO, YOU AREN’T!”

“And you’d be better for him?”

“EXACTLY!” Katsuki screams and, the moment the word comes off his mouth, his eyes
grow huge in the realization of what he has just done. “Fuck.”

Jirou taps his cheek with a finger, pretending to be in deep thought as Katsuki watches in
silent panic.

“You know? I think you have a point, Bakugou,” she says calmly. “This would have been
bad… If I was his girlfriend.”

“Say what?” Katsuki asks, dumbfounded.

“Izuku and I never dated,” she says simply. “He’s just a very dear friend who pretended to be
my boyfriend to get a creep to stay away… Too bad that the creep decided to prey on him
instead, so I decided to keep the lie a little longer until I was sure the creep was a cool guy.”

“I’m the creep,” Katsuki whispers in realization.

“You? The guy who was just attacking me for ‘abandoning’ Izuku in a perfectly safe place
within my sight? Yes, you are,” she says matter-of-factly and Katsuki shrivels in himself.

He was being absolutely unreasonable because of jealousy. He knows that, he’s always
known that. But tonight he really blew up. And even if Jirou isn’t Izuku’s girlfriend, they’re
close enough friends that Izuku would do so much for her, and she for him.

Katsuki clicks his tongue, “Whatever. Didn’t have a shot anyway…”, he mumbles, resigned.
Considering he treated the girl like trash for no good reason, he doubts she'll feel inclined to
vouch for him.

“Unfortunately, I wouldn’t say that,” Jirou says, breaking Katsuki once again. He just looks
at her with surprised eyes as she continues, “You see, Bakugou, you’re a bit weird and have
quite a temper. But if Kiri, Kami, and Mina stick by you, I know it means you can’t be that
bad. And though it was a bit too much and you have to work on your jealousy, I feel you’re
coming from the right place and just want to make sure Izuku is fine.”
 “So you’ll help me get a date with him?” he asks, hope blooming in his voice.

Jirou chuckles, grabbing her purse to leave. “Don’t think you need much help, Bakugou.
Never once have I asked Izuku to come to rehearsals with me or even to this show. Actually,
Izuku has never seen me play before this all started. So I can’t help but wonder for who he
wanted me to dress him up today…”

And just like that, Jirou exits the room, leaving Katsuki’s head in turmoil.

Chapter End Notes

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 Coming Clean
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Coming Clean

“Bakugou wants to talk to you in the backroom,” Jirous tells Izuku when she approaches him
and the rest of the band.

Izuku has been doing his best to not let anyone know how much of a goner he’s for the
drummer, but the mirth in Jirou’s eyes tells him that he hasn’t managed to fool her. Not that
this surprises Izuku much — he knows that him showing up at rehearsals and asking her to
dress him up for the show would eventually come back to bite him in the ass.

“Oh, Baku is in a shitty mood,” Kirishima says with a forced chuckle. “Maybe let him be for
the night?”

“I’m sure Izuku can calm him down,” Jirou insists.

“I’ll- I’ll just congratulate him for the show,” Izuku stutters awkwardly before starting to
walk backstage.

Feeling more self-conscious about the daring clothes Jirou convinced him to wear, he tries
pulling the crop top down. The clothing, however, doesn’t budge and he feels awfully
exposed with his big belly out in the open like that. He shouldn’t have asked Jirou for style
advice — sure, he wanted to look cool, but he knows Jirou has a very sexy sense of style and
that’s not him at all.

Still, nothing that can be done now. And it’s not as if Kacchan doesn’t know Izuku is chubby.
And it’s not as if Izuku has any chance with the adonis rockstar anyway. Izuku is being
terribly stupid and he knows that.

With a deep breath, Izuku tries to calm his nerves and enters the backroom.

“Hi, Kacchan! Jirou said you wanted to talk to- YEEP!”

In one swift move, Izuku finds himself pinned against the door. Kacchan’s big arms cage him
and there’s a deep growl coming from the drummer.

“Ka-Kacchan?” Izuku whispers, shaking like a leaf.

“Deku,” Kacchan growls. “I’ve heard you’ve been lying to me.”

Kacchan’s deep red eyes look straight into Izuku’s soul and it’s hard to try and make up any
excuse when he’s feeling so exposed. Still, he tries.

“Li-lying? I- I’d ne-ne-never-”

“Spare me!” Kacchan barks. “Don’t you dare fucking lie to me again!”

“Ka-Kacchan…”

“Do you know what your lies have been doing to me?” Kacchan asks in a whisper near
Izuku’s ear. “Been driving me fucking crazy… Did you like to see me struggling?”

“What-? No! I didn’t mean-” Izuku tries defending himself.

“You didn’t mean?! You lied to me for fucking months! ”

“I- I was just trying to be a good friend,” he whines, eyes filling with tears. “Jirou asked and-
I’m- I’m sorry, Kacchan… I know you really like her and I got in the way…”

Katsuki clicks his tongue dismissively. “Like her? You think I fucking like Jirou?” he spits.

Izuku suddenly starts himself and scrambles to find any explanation. “Y-yes? I- I mean why-
why would you come to the coffee shop so- so often? And- And you’ve been in a weird
mood… And-”

“For fuck’s sake, you’re so goddamn dense,” Kacchan interrupts him, rolling his eyes. “I
don’t care about Ears. She was the one getting on my goddamn way.”

“Wha-what? Do- do you want to be a vocalist?”

“Fucking-” Kacchan starts cursing but whatever he planned to say stays a mystery since he
decides to do something that takes Izuku’s breath away.

Literally. He kisses the living daylights out of Izuku.

Izuku gasps in surprise and Kacchan’s tongue wastes no time. He takes everything Izuku has
to offer in a commanding, enrapturing kiss. Izuku can’t believe what’s happening, but he also
doesn’t want to stop to discuss it. He lets himself be swept by Kacchan’s lips, enjoying the
chance to taste his crush.

Time seems to stop and Izuku doesn’t know how long they stay there, kissing against the
door. Still, it’s over all too soon and when Kacchan pulls back, Izuku mourns the loss.

“Do you get it now, nerd?” Kacchan asks, sounding a bit winded.

“Wha- Get it?” Izuku parrots, confused. There’s not enough blood flowing in his brain for
him to get anything. He tries, though. “You- You kissed me!”

Kacchan chuckles and cups his face gently. “No shit, Sherlock. And you kissed me back.”

“Of course, you’re hot,” Izuku blurbs out without thinking.

With a sly smirk, Kacchan answers “Right back at you.”

“You- You think I’m hot?!” he asks in disbelief.

“I’ve been wanting to eat you up since the moment I fucking saw you,” Kacchan growls near
his face.

And then, they’re kissing again.

This time, however, it’s not only Kacchan’s lips that get Izuku gasping. The drummer’s big,
callused hands dig into his midsection, squishing Izuku’s belly like a stress ball. It’s crazy
how Izuku has felt like a big guy his whole life because of his weight — but now, as they get
so impossibly close, he feels tiny compared to Kacchan’s gargantuan size.

Kacchan is big all over. His hands feel huge in Izuku’s body; he has to lean over for the kiss,
and even like that, Izuku is on his tippy-toes; Izuku’s hands trail Kacchan’s back and get lost
on the overdeveloped trapezius. Even Kacchan’s dick is huge and Izuku whines when he
discovers that by the feeling of the hard length digging on his thigh.

When the lack of oxygen becomes too much, Kacchan’s lips take on exploring new places,
like Izuku’s neck and the back of his ear. The hot breath gets Izuku quivering and whining.

“Kacchan,” he moans.

“Yeah, just like that, Freckles,” Kacchan whispers sinfully. “Let’s see how many noises I can
pull out of you now that you're being honest.”

If there’s something one can say about Kacchan is that he takes everything as a challenge.
Izuku knows that from their many conversations-turned-banter about All Might, but now he
feels it in a much more personal way. Kacchan’s hands decide to completely ignore the little
cropped top Izuku’s wearing to fondle his chest.

“Ahh…” Izuku moans as Kacchan’s thumb brushes his nipple over the mash shirt he’s
wearing underneath.

“So soft… I bet you even taste good…” Kacchan mumbles.

There’s no time for Izuku to question that belief — Kacchan decides that ignoring the crop
top is not enough and pulls the clothing completely out of Izuku. He yeeps in surprise but in
the next second, it’s a moan that breaks through his lips because Kacchan is already licking
his nipples.

“Kacchan! Ah- What are you-?” Izuku tries asking but it’s hard to make full sentences when
he’s feeling as horny as he is.

“I knew you’d taste good,” Kacchan says more to himself than to Izuku.

The sensations overwhelm Izuku. It’s crazy to feel Kacchan’s warm, wet mouth on his nipple
at the same time the mash shirt rubs against his skin. And to make sure there’s no way Izuku
can focus on anything that isn’t Kacchan, he pinches Izuku’s other nipple with his hand.

Izuku has always felt self-conscious about his chest. Because of his weight, he has some
small man boobs that used to get people making fun of him during high school. Now that he’s
an adult, people don’t comment on it, but he knows it’s not a desirable trait in a lover.
However, no one seems to have told that to Kacchan. He squeezes and gropes Izuku’s small
tits while nursing on one of his nipples as if he could actually draw milk. Never before Izuku
has played with his chest in a sexual way and now he’s wondering why did he miss out on
this pleasure for so many years.

A string of broken moans and pleads spills from Izuku’s lips without him even noticing it.
“Kacchan… Please-... Ah! So- Ah! So good! More-... I need…”

“What do you need, Freckles?” Kacchan asks without taking his lips from Izuku’s chest.

“I- I…” Izuku tries talking but fails. All he can do to express the desire burning inside him is
to rub his painfully hard cock against Kacchan’s thigh.

“Shit, you’re hot,” Kacchan growls as his hands run down to squeeze Izuku’s ass. “I’ve been
dreaming about this ass for so fucking long…”

“I- I was dreaming about you too,” Izuku confesses in a breathy voice.

“And what did you dream I’d do to you? Eat your ass? Fuck you hard? Make you cum on my
cock?”

Little whimpers escape Izuku’s lips at each one of Kacchan’s suggestions, and he can’t help
but rub his erection against Kacchan’s groin.

“Tell me, Deku… Don’t you dare lie to me anymore,” Kacchan demands in a teasing voice.

“Yes!” Izuku confesses, completely overwhelmed by everything. “I dreamed of Kacchan

fucking me!”

Kacchan smirks at him. “As you wish, Freckles.” And then, with unbelievable strength,
Kacchan hoists him up and pulls him away from the door.

“Ah!” Izuku cries, surprised. “Kacchan! What are you doing?”

“Giving you what you want,” Kacchan says, plopping Izuku down on the ratty couch. “And
taking what I need.”

Before Izuku can understand what happened, Kacchan flips him belly-down on the couch.

“Sorry. Honestly, I planned on being a fucking gentleman or whatever, taking you on a nice
date. But you drove me crazy for weeks pretending to date Ears. And then you show up
looking like a goddamn groupie. There’s no way I can take it slow now,” Kacchan says,
rutting his clothed erection against the crack of Izuku’s ass.

The feel of Kacchan’s massive cock so close to where Izuku wants it makes every single
rational thought leave Izuku’s mind. A deep, uncontrollable need burns in his groin and all
Izuku can think of is how much he wants Kacchan to just take him.

“I- I want to be Kacchan’s groupie,” he whines, pushing his ass against Kacchan’s cock.
“Fuck,” Kacchan groans.

And in one quick move, Kacchan pulls down Deku’s pants, fishnets, and underwear all in one
go. It’s a wonder there was no ripping sound by how harshly they were taken off.

“Ahh!” Izuku cries in surprise — and immediately moans when Kacchan gives a loud smack
on his ass.

“Shit, you’re fucking perfect,” Kacchan hisses under his breath.

Izuku’s heart beats in the rhythm of a hummingbird’s wings. Kacchan is about to fuck him on
a couch in the backstage of a pub! All his friends are just outside this door, waiting for them.
Actually, is the door even locked? Izuku remembers it closing when Kacchan shoved him
against it, but he doesn’t remember if it had a key and-

Whatever line of anxiety-inducing thought Izuku’s brain was following is instantly broken by
the sensation of something warm and extremely wet prodding his asshole. It’s- It’s Kacchan’s
tongue! Kacchan is eating him out!

“Ahh!” Izuku moans loudly.

It feels so good! His legs go weak and Kacchan’s strong hands need to keep him in place by
holding his thighs. Izuku feels his whole body relaxing and spasming at the same time. It’s so
incredibly hot and it feels so amazing that he can’t control his voice, moaning and crying as
Kacchan spreads him open.

“Yeah… That’s what I needed,” Kacchan whispers before giving a small bite to Izuku’s ass
cheek.

After the bite, Kacchan pulls away and Izuku whines, missing the sensations the second
they’re gone.

“Don’t worry, Freckles. This was just a sample,” Kacchan teases. “I’ll eat this gorgeous ass
whenever you want. Now let’s get you ready for the main event.”

Kacchan gets up from the couch and rummages through his backpack for a second. “I knew
this was here,” he whispers before going back to Izuku.

There isn’t time for Izuku to wonder what ‘this’ was. The telling sounds of a cap being
opened and something being squeezed are enough for him to have a good picture. And if he
still had doubts, the slicky fingers slowly breaching his hole would make things clear.

Kacchan goes in gently, but Izuku is so relaxed after being eaten out that his two fingers go in
and out easily. He also goes back to kissing and biting Izuku’s ass, which gives a nice
distraction for when the third finger goes in with slightly more resistance.

“That’s it…” Kacchan coos at him. “You’re doing so well… I’m going to make you feel so
good…”
And just on cue, he finds Izuku’s prostate and gives it a gentle rub. It’s like electricity
running through Izuku’s body. He arches his back, mindlessly chasing Kacchan’s touch. A
broken cry echoes in the small room as Kacchan presses the spot again, gently abusing
Izuku’s sanity.

It’s hard for him to tell if he wants even more or less. On one hand, he wants more of
Kacchan’s maddening touches. On the other, he already feels way too close to cumming and
he doesn’t want this all to end before he gets his prize.

“Kacchan,” Izuku moans, sticking out his ass even more. “Need mo-more...”

“Are you ready for more, Freckles?” Kacchan asks, pushing against his prostate again. “Or
are you just being greedy?”

“Need you, want you,” Izuku begs, wiggling his ass invitingly.

Maybe it’s a little rushed, but all Izuku’s brain can focus on at the moment is that if
Kacchan’s fingers already feel so good, his dick will be even better.

“Fuck…” Kacchan hisses. “Alright… I’ve got you, baby.”

Another telling sound, this time of a foil package being ripped open, makes Izuku’s stomach
flutter. He wants it so badly he’d not be above begging even more. Luckily, Kacchan seems
to want it just as much as he does and soon enough he feels the blunt head of Kacchan’s cock
touching his hole.

“Yes,” Izuku cheers when he feels the light sting of something thick entering him.

“Fucking- Ugh- Tight,” Kacchan chokes.

As Kacchan slowly dives in, the tension in their bodies grows higher and higher. Izuku’s
hands dig into the couch’s cushions, and his legs shake. Katsuki’s hands sink into his ass so
hard that Izuku is sure he’ll have the marks for days to come — and he absolutely loves it.

When Kacchan finally bottoms out, they both take deep breaths, trying to not let this all end
too soon. It’s so good that Izuku wouldn’t be surprised if he actually had cummed just from
the first penetration. Kacchan is big, way bigger than anyone Izuku has ever slept with and he
feels so full that he might split apart.

It’s too much — and yet, when Kacchan starts fucking into him, Izuku wonders if he’ll ever
get enough of this. He’s ruined for life having tasted what the most amazing sex feels like.
Nothing will ever compare to Kacchan’s big hands pulling him by the rolls on his waist while
he impales Izuku on his cocks over and over again. Each time harder and faster than the one
before.

There’s nothing Izuku can do but take everything Kacchan is giving him. He gasps and
moans at every new thrust that rubs perfectly on his prostate. Kacchan’s thighs slap loudly on
his ass, and the way he mutters a string of foul-mouthed compliments to Izuku come together
in a debauched symphony.
“Shit-... Just- Ah- Look at you… Taking my cock so fucking well… Look at this fucking
ass… I’m gonna wreck you, make you my slut…” Kacchan groans between thrusts. “I can’t
get enough of- Ah- looking at my cock inside your ass.”

Kacchan’s words barely register in Izuku’s brain. He’s been fighting off an impending orgasm
since Kacchan started eating him out and, by now, the tear streaks on his face show that he’s
hanging by a thread. Any friction on his cock would certainly send him over the edge, forcing
Izuku to do his best not to reach out between his legs and end everything.

So when Kacchan asks, “Is it good taking my cock? Are you ready to cum on it?”, Izuku
feels like rolling his eyes and being sassy.

He can’t though because he already lost the ability to form sentences. All he can do is moan,
“Kacchan! Ah! So good! Cl-close!”

This seems to be the wrong thing to do. In the next second, Kacchan pulls out and Izuku
cries, mourning the loss. But that lasts just a moment. As quickly as possible, Kacchan flips
him on the couch and hikes Izuku’s legs up against his chest.

“I wanna see you cumming on my cock,” Kacchan growls as he sinks inside Izuku once
again. “Fucking look at you. So fucking sexy…”

In this new position, Kacchan doesn’t go as deep. However, seeing those red eyes burning on
him makes Izuku forget about anything else that isn’t Kacchan right now. Kacchan glistens
under the dim light of the badly lit backroom. He’s all sweaty and his black tank top is
sticking to his wet skin; Kacchan’s tattooed arms are bulging from the exertion of keeping
Izuku exactly how he wants him; and his pants are clumsily pushed down his knees, leaving
only his groin exposed as he fucks Izuku.

It’s a sight Izuku will never forget.

Or at least, he hopes so. Because soon after flipping him on his back, Kacchan wraps his
hand around Izuku’s cock and starts jerking him off. Izuku’s eyes roll to the back of his head
as pleasure floods every one of his senses and he loses the ability to tell which side is up and
which is down.

“Cum for me, Freckles,” Kacchan commands him. “Show me how much you like taking me.”

And Izuku does. It takes barely a heartbeat until he’s spilling his seed on his own belly and
chest as he cries loudly. The whole world becomes static and Izuku gets lost in a sea of
endorphins. He barely notices Kacchan’s hips stuttering and the man cumming deep inside
his ass.

What he can’t not notice is the way Kacchan collapses on top of him, making a disgusting
mixture of body fluids on his tank top. Kacchan is big and heavy; Izuku feels smothered in
the best of ways. He likes how solid Kacchan feels, it’s grounding after the whirlwind that
just happened. Izuku didn’t expect to have sex tonight, he certainly didn’t expect to have sex
with Kacchan, and much less to have sex in the tiny backroom without a lock on the door.
Without a lock on the door!

What if someone came in when they were doing it? Izuku was too out of it to have noticed!
And they were being too loud for them to hear anyone entering!

They were being too loud!

Izuku just wailed his pleasure for everyone to hear when there are dozens of people just
outside that unlocked door!

“Chill, Freckles” Kacchan mumbles on his neck, letting Izuku know he was probably
mumbling his freak out. “The DJ should be playing loud enough to drown out our noise. And
if anyone saw us fucking, we should just charge for the show.”

“I’m not sure people would be willing to pay to see that, Kacchan.”

“You’d be surprised. I’m sure we’d be able to make a living fucking for the cameras.”

“Good to know that in case the college thing doesn’t work out,” Izuku jokes.

“Hell no,” Kacchan scoffs, raising his head to look at Izuku. “Just because fuckers would be
willing to pay, it doesn’t mean I’d be willing to let them look. I already spent way too fucking
long thinking you were someone else’s, so I’m not going to let any other extra get a piece of
you.”

Izuku feels his cheeks burning with embarrassment, never mind the fact he’s still mostly
naked and their genitals are still touching.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I’m actually single. I just wanted to be a good friend and-”

“Fuck that. You’re not single,” Kacchan interrupts him.

Looking confused, Izuku asks, “But I thought Jirou told you-.”

“Yes, Ears told me about you two’s sham,” Kacchan says dismissively. “But if you think
you’re still single after all of this, I’m gonna whoop your ass and not in the fun way!”

“Does this mean Kacchan is my boyfriend?” he asks, not even believing in his luck.

“Yeah… I mean, I don’t want this to be a one-time shit or whatever,” Kacchan answers
awkwardly as if he hadn’t boldly professed they’re together just a second ago.

Izuku hugs him tightly and mumbles against Kacchan’s neck, “I want to be Kacchan’s
boyfriend for real.”

“Fuck yeah, that’s the only way I do it,” Kacchan says, hugging him back. “How about we
put our clothes back on and go to my place? I can cook us something.”

“And then can we have more sex?” Izuku mumbles again against Kacchan’s neck because
he’s not brave enough to ask that looking the other in the eyes.
“We can have as much sex as you want as long as you sit your pretty ass on my face,”
Kacchan answers with a smirk, getting up from Izuku.

“I don’t think that’s very safe,” Izuku frowns, also getting up and fixing his fishnets and
pants.

Kacchan shrugs as he pulls his pants back up, “If I die, I’ll die a happy man.”

Chuckling as he grabs his crop top from the floor, Izuku says, “Let’s just go get what you
promised me.” Then he stops to put on the top, smirks, and finishes, “the food and the ass
whooping.”

Kacchan’s eyes grow huge and he chokes on his own saliva before crowding Izuku’s space
again and grabbing two handfuls of his ass.

“You’re very cheeky for someone so fuckable,” Kacchan whispers, before biting Izuku’s
cheek.

Before Izuku can think of an answer, the door opens up and he almost jumps out of his skin
from the surprise.

“Oh, good, you two are dressed!” Mina says, her head poking inside the room.

“What do you want, Pinky?” Kacchan grumbles, annoyed. “We were in the middle of
something!”

“I’m quite aware of what you two were in the middle of, Explodey,” she says, eyeing the wet,
white stain on Kacchan’s tank top. “Lucky for you Kyoka explained the whole thing and I
didn’t barge in to stop you two earlier.”

“We didn’t-” Izuku tries denying the undeniable, but Mina just waves her hand dismissively
at him.

“The second band needs the room to get ready for their set and we’re thinking about going
out to get ramen,” she says. “Are you two in?”

“No, we’re going home,” Kacchan answers, grabbing Izuku’s hand to drag him out of the
pub.

“Alright!” Mina chirps as they pass her by. “Have fun! Use protection!” she screams, making
the whole pub look at them.

“Oh god,” Izuku cries as soon as they get to the street. “We can never come back here ever
again… Everyone knows what we were doing!”

Kacchan chuckles and pulls him into a quick kiss.

“You’ll have to get over this, Freckles. We can’t stop showing up at every public place we
fuck or else we’ll run out of places to go.”
 “We will?” Izuku asks, eyes huge in disbelief.

“Oh yes, we will,” Kacchan smirks, pulling him to another kiss.

Maybe everyone else was right. Maybe Kacchan is a dangerous man who will do
unspeakable things to Izuku. But, honestly, Izuku just can’t wait to suffer through all that
Kacchan has in store for him.

Chapter End Notes

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