Kinky

Maybe if it was anyone else, maybe if Izuku wasn't Izuku and didn't know Katsuki inside and out, he'd be scared. Scared for harsh hands and rough tugs when he ran his hands through his hair to carefully rinse away all the dirt. Maybe if he wasn't Izuku he'd be rougher. But as it stands, the hands that scratched at the base of his scalp and worked the warm water into each and every curl were soft and gentle in a way very few people had ever been to him. He had to hold himself back from releasing a pleased sigh from his lips as the grime and sweat of the day worked itself down the drain. He rubbed his hands up and down the sides of his arms, relishing in the warmth of the water as they worked over some of the aches that never truly went away. He tried not to shudder as Katsuki's hands scrubbed the dirt off his back, his hand heavy with just enough force to scratch all of the itches he didn't know he had.