This was an actual dream I had last night. I just cast Izu, Zawa, and Kat in it. It’s all cosy feelings, soft touches, and one very well-timed interruption.
“That was fun,” Katsuki beamed, a pleased smile on his face.
Izuku, who was trudging along beside him, only nodded, his gaze distant.
“Don’t tell me you’re still thinking about that,” Katsuki frowned, stopping in his tracks and turning to his friend. “He doesn’t hate you, Izu.”
Izuku looked up. “He was glaring at me the whole time, Kacchan.”
Katsuki smacked the back of Izuku’s head.
“That’s just how he is. That’s just his face. He’s always like that.”
“No…” Izuku whined. “It was different this time. It was like he would eat me alive.”
“Whatever, dude. You’re thinking too much about it,” Katsuki shrugged, turning around and walking away.
“Probably,” Izuku muttered to himself and followed his friend.
They had gone to an amusement park to blow off some steam and indulge in some much-needed fun.
They had run into Aizawa there, which had been a shock in itself, but it was even more surprising when the man silently tagged along with them.
Izuku loved that he was coming along.
What he didn’t love was how Aizawa kept glaring at him the entire time.
Izuku had no clue what to make of it.
It was eating away at him.
He didn’t know what he had done to make his crush glare at him like that.
They arrived at the gazebo where Aizawa was waiting for them.
Izuku’s lips curled into a smile at the familiar sight. Just seeing him made a flutter of butterflies erupt in his stomach.
“Gross,” Katsuki shuddered. “Get that swoony look off your face.” He smacked Izuku again.
“I can’t help it,” Izuku sighed.
Aizawa was just so handsome and intense. Izuku couldn’t help himself.
Katsuki headed to the lockers to fetch their bags, and Izuku walked toward the wooden bench Aizawa was sleeping on, tucked into his yellow sleeping bag.
Izuku sat next to the man’s feet. Not too close, but not too far either.
He stared at the roof of the gazebo, watching the fan rotate lazily.
“Do you think he’ll ever like me back?” he mused.
“What?” Katsuki yelled from the lockers. “I can’t hear you.”
Izuku shook his head. “Nothing,” he yelled back, and lay down on his back.
The fan kept spinning above his head, going round and round, circling the same axis.
Just like Izuku’s thoughts, revolving around the person next to him.
With a sigh, Izuku turned to his side.
The wood under his cheek was rough, but warm. He snuggled further into it, his eyes slipping closed on their own.
There was a slight movement beneath his cheek.
Almost as if the wood was caressing him.
Izuku blinked his eyes open and gasped.
His face heated up, and words got stuck in his throat.
Aizawa was staring at him. His eyes open, hooded, soft.
“Hi,” he mumbled, voice rough and gravelly with sleep.
Izuku’s heart picked up its pace, ready to beat out of his chest.
Aizawa’s gaze flicked between his eyes and… Izuku’s cheek.
There it was again. That movement.
Izuku craned his neck, straining to look under his head.
His eyes widened and snapped to Aizawa, who was now smiling at him.
Aizawa’s outstretched hand had been right next to Izuku’s head.
And when he turned, his head had landed right into Aizawa’s open palm.
There was another movement, and this time, Izuku recognised it. A thumb brushing his cheek.
He looked at Aizawa, but his eyes darted away. He couldn’t look longer than a second.
There was a smile playing on his lips, and butterflies in his stomach.
Izuku thought Aizawa looked beautiful when he smiled.
The rest of the world faded away.
Their eyes were focused only on each other.
Time seemed to stand still.
“What the fuck are you two doing?”
Izuku jolted and sat up. “Kacchan, it’s not what you think,” he rambled.
“Whatever,” Katsuki threw up his hands. “I’m getting away from you two,” and he turned around and left.
Izuku’s shoulders sagged.
He twisted to look at Aizawa, but the man had turned to the other side and gone back to sleep.
Izuku sighed, mouth twisting in a pout.
“Thanks for ruining the moment, Kacchan,” he grumbled.
He looked again at the sleeping man, the memory of his smile and his rough fingers on his cheek still fresh in his mind.
His skin tingled from the warmth of that touch.
Aizawa hadn’t said anything.