Fic: Behind Closed Doors
For: @twinstarsweek
Pairing: BakuDeku
Day Two Prompt:
Secrets/Protect/Hands/Fear
Warnings: Smut, Angst, Pro Hero Bakugou, Vigilante Midoriya
Summary: Dreams do come true, kids. That’s the message that Katsuki Bakugou has for you. Because listen, he’s had a dream since he was four years old, and you know what he did? He spent his whole life making sure that dream came true. That’s why he’s the number one hero. That’s why, at age twenty-five, Ground Zero is a household name. That’s why his T-shirts sell out in stores, why something as simple as an orange X has become an icon…It’s also why he’s a fucking liar.
[Or: Bakugou’s got it bad for Izuku Midoriya, but Deku ain’t really the name of a hero anymore]
Snippet:
A smile creases over Izuku’s features and Katsuki hates how it makes his heart flutter. At fifteen, Izuku had been cute, with messy freckles and large, green eyes full of dreams that twinkled like the stars above. He’d been scrawny and determined, small but capable, a boy full of heroic ambitions that made him the perfect successor to All Might. Now? He’s taken that power and twisted it, become some kind of vigilante who thinks he’s above the law because he’s got a good quirk and a smile as sweet as honey.
All those years at U.A. and this is what he does?
It makes Katsuki sick, but even sicker is the fact that he always manages to find space in his life for him. It’d be so much easier if Izuku had broken into his apartment, but the truth of the matter is that he has a key, a goddamn key, and a fucking toothbrush on Katsuki’s sink. Because Izuku Midoriya is painfully beautiful now, hair shaved at the side of his head, freckles even more out of control, like someone got too excited about sprinkling dots over a perfect canvas.
“Do we have to have this conversation?” Izuku asks, standing right in front of the raised palm of Katsuki’s hand. He makes sure his face is right in front of it, close enough to smell the smoke from the bursts of fire. “You just got home after a long day of heroism, you probably don’t feel like arguing.”
“Don’t talk to me like we’re-”
“Come on, Kacchan. Stop lying to yourself, just once,” then Izuku reaches over and takes his hand, easing off the glove before he presses his lips against Katsuki’s knuckles. “You know exactly what we are.”
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