iris fics

Fuck, I can’t believe it’s almost closing time… I wish he would just never finish that beer…

“Sounds like enough time for me to do another karaoke song! Be right back!” The green-haired boy took off just as the final words left his mouth towards the DJ booth.

I can’t believe he convinced me to come to a damn karaoke bar…

Izuku returned nearly as quickly as he left. “So what song are you doing this time?” I ask with a genuine curiosity. “Just like heaven! I do it at the end of the night every time I go to karaoke. I know all the words from memory!” A grin grows on my face before I realize it as I watch the boy take another sip of his beer.

What a fitting fucking song…

I grumble internally at my own thoughts, knowing how close they were to slipping out. The beer lowering my inhibitions was only part of the problem. For the past couple of weeks leading up to this night, I laid in bed staring at our old photos from UA.

While we stayed in contact, it was less frequent than I wanted. However, I wanted constant contact. I wanted the lost time back and to make up for it, but I still couldn’t work up the damn nerves to tell him. Tell him, fuck, everything. So instead, I laid in bed stalking his photos on the internet.

But for some reason, going back to the photos of our UA days reminded me just how long I've been too stubborn. Us two, sitting together in the bar, him smiling: I’d always dreamed of this. But there was still a piece missing…

“My song is up!” Izuku chirped excitedly as he waved to me before taking off to the stage.

I watch him sing. As he begins, my gaze becomes locked onto him. He looks like a fucking angel. I try to shake the thought off and blame it on the beer. But as I listen, I realize how desperately I want him to think of me while singing this song. While seeing him standing on that stage I can’t help but think I know exactly why he wrote this song…

————

I awoke with a slight headache growing, however the pain fades when I think about Izuku last night. However, my reminiscing is cut short by a sharp ding! ringing from my phone on my nightstand. With a grumble I reach over to grab my phone only to sit up straight when I read Izuku’s name attached to a text. “Wanna train together at 1? - I”. I immediately text back agreeing to the plan. Then regret creeps in, realizing how desperate I most likely came across from my quick reply.

However, the excitement of seeing the boy again so soon dissipates any other emotion. I quickly check the time and get ready.

———

Fuck…

As Izuku walks into the gym to meet me I immediately have to shake off the blush I know is currently on my face. How I forgot how muscular he is is beyond me. He walks towards me with a wave after spotting me while wearing a black muscle tank, black basketball shorts, and his usual red shoes. “Kacchan!” He calls over as he continues to make his way towards me, “I’m so glad you could make it so last minute!” And with that statement he wears his signature smile, making my stomach filled with butterflies to the point I feel like I might throw up. That smile… because of me…

“Let’s start training,” I attempt to get myself and the plans on track before I manage to embarrass myself by staring at his smile. That gorgeous smile… I shake the thought and lead us towards the back of the gym where the sparring area is.

Before long, we’re back in our old rhythm. Left hook, right punch to the gut. Right hook, sweep the legs. It’s like we never stopped training together with how in tune we are.

Oh shit!

During a moment of distraction, Izuku manages to pin me on the mat. He’s on top of me and I’m looking dead into his eyes. So pretty… I quickly regain my self control and move to get up. Izuku looks a bit out of it while regaining his stance while getting up.

“Wanna call it a day?” He suggests. No. “Sure,” I reply. While packing up Izuku turns to me, “How about I walk you home? I’m in the mood to walk around and we could take a scenic route so we can catch up more!” I blink. “Sure.” Only if we can walk slowly… “Great! Are you ready to head out?”

I grab my bag and look back towards him, “Let’s go.” I turn to begin walking but I catch a glance of a smile on his face. I’m seeing things…

———

The walk is calm and spent catching up with each other more. We make our way through the city streets and eventually end up in front of UA. “Want some gum?” I offer up my pack of gum to Izuku and he smiles while taking a piece.

“You know Kacchan, I have so much stuff I want to know. About you.” I turn and look at him, “You know pretty much everything I’d say.”

“Have you ever traveled farther out in Japan? Or Gone to Europe? France?” I chuckle, “I’ve been as far out in Japan as you have for missions. And no, I’ve never been to Europe, Deku.”

We continue our conversations as we walk, talking about everything from my recent missions, to Izuku’s students, to reminiscing about our past. However, throughout the entire time I can’t help but wish I could be closer to him. Everytime I glance down and see his hand swinging between us I feel the overwhelming urge to take it in mine, but I remind myself that that would be ridiculous. But maybe I could drop hints. I begin to brush my hand against his every couple minutes but it seems like Izuku is completely oblivious to the advance. Naturally…

I continue to try and subtly hint my want to hold hands the rest of the walk until we arrive at my apartment. Once we step directly in front of the building we both turn to face each other. “This was nice,” The green-haired boy smiles.

“Come inside,” I blurt out before I realize what I’m saying. Izuku looks at me with an unguarded look of surprise. “Really?” He asks. “I mean, only if you want to,” I add quickly.

“I want to.”

———

Inside my apartment Izuku takes a seat on the couch as I go to the kitchen to grab us water. As I return, I pause in the doorway to confirm that I really have Izuku in my home. I take a deep breath before continuing walking to him and hand him his water. He accepts the glass with a smile and a thanks. I quickly nod and take my seat beside him.

“Deku, I-” I start only to be cut off by Izuku placing his hand on top of mine with a slightly nervous expression. “Is… is this okay?” He asks. For a moment I freeze, unsure what his next move would be. Then, I watch his eyes flicker from mine to my lips and back up.

I swear Izuku… If you kiss me, I might drop dead.

Suddenly a wave of confidence washes over me, realizing he could beat me to making the full first move. With that, all nervousness I previously held is out the door. I nod and turn my hand to properly take hold of his. I scoot closer to his spot on the sofa and lean towards him till our faces are now about six inches apart. “Is this okay?” I ask. “More than okay,” He nods. Without a second thought, I close the distance between us and kiss him.

My lips press against his with an insatiable need. I pour all these years of waiting for the right time, all these years of yearning, into the kiss. His lips press against mine with the same intensity, signaling he’s been waiting for this too. We finally separate and each try to calm our own labored breaths. “Wait- wait,” I speak up, “I don’t want this to be a passing thing. Izuku I think- I’ve thought, for a long time, that we might go really nice together,” I watch him blink, taking in my statement. “Despite our past. I want to go steady, If you’ll give me a chance.”

Izuku stares at me as he processes what I've said and his face begins to grow a smile. A more genuine one than I’ve ever seen. “Dammit, Kacchan. I thought I was gonna be the one to actually make the first move!” I laugh, “In your dreams, Deku.” I kissed him again. This time with the same amount of emotion, however, gentler. When we finally separate again I grin, “You know… since you’re already here you could just stay and spend the night.” Izuku grins back, “What an offer. However if you let me stay the night I might just have to stay forever.”