#bkdksecretsanta2018

“Since we started.” Mina said, wondering if Izuku had been rubbing his weird habit to him. “Where’s Kiri?”

“He went out earlier with Iida to help with the groceries. They should be here by now.” Sero said, checking the time on the Switch’s homescreen.

“Does no one really know what’s going on with him?” Kaminari said, getting up to stretch.

They’ve been playing Mario Kart 8 for almost an hour and ever since they started playing, Bakugo had been pacing around just murmuring. It was creeping the three out, mainly because muttering is Midoriya’s thing.

That’s when a tuft in green made it into their view.

“Midoriya!” The three said in unison, making the poor boy jump, his attention snapping to those who called him. His eyes then landed on Bakugo, his head tilting to the side from the odd sight of seeing him murmuring. He was pretty sure that was his thing.

Bakugo simply glanced towards Izuku before returning to his murmuring, which only got faster and more sulkier in tone.

“H-Hey guys, what are you guys up to?” Izuku said, approaching the three, Kaminari offering a joy-con to Izuku, only for Mina to slap it out of his hand. The joy-con bounced onto the sofa, Kaminari frowning.

“Just playing, although he’s becoming a problem.” Sero said, pointing in Bakugo’s direction.

“Yeah, he’s been in that corner, sulking away-”

“I’m not sulking!” Bakugo yelled, turning their way before locking eyes with Izuku. He casted his eyes downward before getting up to leave the room. Izuku watched his back grower small before feeling a nudge. He looked at Sero, who tilted his head towards Bakugo.

“You know, you’ve been the closest to him since the beginning of school.” Sero started.

“And though it wasn’t of good terms-” Kaminari added, getting a glare from Mina.

“You probably know how to get to him.” Mina finished. “Truth be told, none of us like seeing him like that.”

Izuku stood there for a while, biting the side of his cheek. Sero, Kaminari and Mina looked at him with doe eyes, the game they were playing already a past memory. Izuku let of a soft huff.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Izuku said, turning around to go after Katsuki, but then promptly stopped. “I’ll see if the five of us can play some Kart when we’re done. I have still yet to defeat him in it!” Izuku said, with a smile.

The trio smiled as well, the clouded look in their eyes lifting.

“I still have to beat him too! I just let him win last time.” Kaminari said as he placed his hands on his hips, Sero laughing at his lie.

“As if!” Mina yelled, the three getting into a squabble. Izuku smiled at their shoving. Now it was time to find Katsuki.

Izuku leaned against a wall, pondering about his options.

He realized that the elevator didn’t make any type of noise, so he didn’t go upstairs. He was still on the first floor. Or rather, on ground level.

He had some ideas, rather he had to think about the layout of the dorms. Bakugo could only be in the places that are on the first floor: the common room, the kitchen, the laundry room, the baths, and- Izuku sighed.

And the courtyard.

Izuku got off the wall and made his way towards the courtyard, a bit of him hoping that he wasn’t there. It was winter and that meant cold air and Izuku just came from his room. He didn’t want to go back upstairs to be quite honest.

So there was no choice but to check the courtyard first and get back in as soon as possible. It’s been freezing temperature lately and Izuku knows what it would mean to get sick right now: missing out on training.

Sighing, Izuku made his way to the doors that lead outside.

-

Luckily Katsuki wasn’t there. But where else was he?

Placing his thumb under his chin, Izuku walked towards the baths, kicking the door open with his foot. He panicked when he realized that the door was about to slam into the wall, stumbling to grab the handle.

Thankfully he managed to grab it, only to find Iida standing there, putting a hair dryer away.

“Midoriya! Don't you know how dangerous that was?! What if-”

“Iida! Have you seen Kacchan?”

“Bakugo?” Iida hummed, Izuku waiting for him to say yes. “I haven't.” A whine. “Did something happen to him?”

“N-no! Just wondering that's all. See you later!” Izuku said, dejected that Katsuki wasn't there. He quickly left the baths, walking towards his next destination: the kitchen.

-

The kitchen was a disappointment, not walking into spicy air nor the smell of cooking oil which was usually a sign of Katsuki cooking. Izuku finally found him in the laundry room of all places. At first it was hard to see him since he was out of his line of sight. But when he got closer to the laundry machines, he found him in the corner, sitting there with his arms on top of his knees and his head leaning on them.

Izuku was going to leave the laundry room when he saw that the washing machines were on and an empty laundry hamper lied on the floor. Izuku thought someone simply left it there to come back later. But he stayed when the ever-so-familiar smell of marshmallows hit him.

Izuku felt a pang in his chest, causing him to grip his shirt in his hand.

“Hey.” Izuku started, seeing Katsuki flinch. He didn’t look up. Izuku walked over to where he was, taking a seat beside him. “So, want to talk about it?” Katsuki didn’t move, or at least it didn’t seem like it. Izuku felt something lean into him ever so slightly.

“Next week...next week it’s my grandmother’s meinichi.” Katsuki said, his voice daring to crack and falter. Izuku frowned.

Getting up, he closed the laundry room door and returned to his spot on the floor.

“Meinichi…” Izuku repeated. He took Katsuki’s silence as a yes. The now-and-then distractions during class, the late night run-ins, the missing of training exercises...they all made sense. “Is that why you’ve been acting strange lately?”

“What other reason could it be? Not like I’d hiding a huge ass secret from everyone else.” Katsuki said, getting a weak chuckle from Izuku.

“You’re right.” Izuku said, letting out a deep huff. “Want me to go with you?” Izuku asked, resting his head on top of Katsuki’s. Katsuki simply leaned further into Izuku, almost sliding into Izuku’s chest. Izuku fixed himself, his back against the laundry machines while his chest made for a place for Katsuki to rest his head.

“If you want.” Katsuki simply said, no type of tears running down, just the crack that was tempting to creep into his voice. “Don’t force yourself.”

“I should be saying the same thing.” Izuku said, feeling the irregular breathes and trembles from Katsuki. “Don’t force yourself.” Katsuki remained silent, laying there, listening to Izuku’s heartbeat. A smooth beat that made him close his eyes.

“Idiot.” Katsuki said, slipping his hand into Izuku’s. “I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll just go just to make sure then.” Izuku said, firmly clasping their hands together, rubbing his thumb lovingly against Katsuki’s hand. He ran his thumb over the calluses on Katsuki's hand. “You know I’m always here if you need me.” Izuku said. “By the way, want to play with the others? Kaminari said that last time was a fluke and purposely let you win.”

Katsuki lifted his head.

“Did he?” Katsuki got up, the sound of small crackles and tiny sparks from his hand filled the laundry room. “I think it’s time for a rematch. Let’s go Deku!”

Izuku let out a nervous laugh.

Izuku walked behind Katsuki, explosions rising to the air as the duo walked into the common room. The playing trio turned their heads to see Bakugo, smiles gracing their faces when they saw him back to normal.

“Bakugo!” They chimed in unison, tiny sparkles simmered from the corner of their eyes.

“Alien Queen, hand me a controller.” Bakugo said, walking up to the couch. Mina blinked.

He called by her squad name despite him saying it was a stupid idea to have squad nicknames.

“S-sure.” Mina said, handing him a red joy-con. Taking it, Bakugo walked over to Kaminari. Kaminari simply sat there, sweating buckets of sweat when he saw the grin on Bakugo’s face.

“So Pikachu, Deku told me that last time was a fluke.”

“Fluke? Did I say fluke? I meant to say-”

“Prepare yourself Pikachu. This will become an indisputable win.”

“SOMEONE SAVE ME!” Kaminari yelled as he got up to run away, only for Bakugo to push him back down and jump over the sofa to sit down.

“Let the games begin!” Mina shouted, pumping a fist into the air.

-

Izuku smiled as he stirred a cup of cocoa from the kitchen counter.

“HOW?!” Kaminari yelled, dropping his joy-con in the process. The poor thing landed with a clink.

Link tried to make his round in Rainbow Road only to be hit with various items at the same time.

LAST PLACE

Bakugo grinned as he held his arm high in the air.

1ST PLACE

Bowser made his round peacefully, Mina's inkling riding peacefully behind him.

“At least I'm 4th.” Sero said, Waluigi swerving thanks to a loose banana. “Thanks what you get for messing with-”

“King Explosion.” Izuku finished as he held out a mug of cocoa towards Katsuki.

“You forgot Murder.” Katsuki said, mumbling a ‘thank you' as he took the mug.

“Look! IT'S SNOWING!” Mina yelled as she pointed towards outside, everyone else turning to where she was pointing towards.

“When did it start snowing?” Sero asked, as if hoping someone could answer.

“Probably when you guys started playing.” Izuku said, looking at the piled up snowing outside. Only a few centimeters. “The snow isn't very deep.”

“Who cares?” Mina shouted with gee. “It's snow!” With that, she jumped over the sofa and ran towards the glass doors that lead outside, squishing her face against the glass.

“Bakugo!” Kaminari shouted, gaining said boy's attention.

“What?”

“I want a rematch!”

“Fine, but-” Bakugo started, walking towards the glass doors. “Let's change the game.”

“Eh?”

“He better not be doing what I think he wants to do.” Sero said, slowly creeping away from Kaminari and planning an escape route.

“He is.” Izuku said, sipping at his cocoa. “Two steps ahead though.” Izuku slipped on an All Might winter coat.

“-we're fighting with this!” Bakugo  growled, throwing a snowball straight onto Kaminari's face, making him fall backward.

“Hey! That wasn't fair!” Mina yelled, puffing her cheeks.

“Yea!” Sero chimed. Izuku paled.

“Whoever said there's fairness in a fight?” Bakugo said, crouching to gather more snow. “Then again, this is war! Die!”

The common room was then filled with screams, Sero placing some tape near him to prevent the snow from hitting him while Mina used her acid to burn the ice to water.

Meanwhile Izuku sat behind the kitchen counter enjoying his cocoa.

The earful the five were about to get from their teacher.

But then again, everything always worked out in the end.

“Hey Izuku!” Katsuki yelled, almost making Izuku drop his mug.

“Yea?” Izuku replied, realizing Katsuki had managed to knock out Mina and Sero.

“Thanks and,” Katsuki slowly trembled. “Suki.” Izuku flushed.

“T-thanks was very unfair.” Izuku said, slumping on the kitchen counter while hearing Katsuki chuckle.

Izuku got bored quickly after he talked to the criminal about his Quirk, finding out that the man never thought about undercover Hero work until Izuku had mentioned it.

How did it not cross his mind before?

Izuku continued to sit there, waiting for backup when a shadow towered on him. He looked up, straightening himself when he saw who it was.

“What are you doing here?” Katsuki asked him, Izuku giving him a small smile, knowing what will happen if he told him.

“W-Well, there was an incident and-”

“Whatever happened to Recovery Girl’s instructions! You’re not suppose be involved into any type of fighting until your wrists recover!” Katsuki yelled, grabbing his arm and showing him his wrapped-up wrists. Izuku frowned, placing his hand over Katsuki’s.

“I didn’t do anything serious.” Izuku said, rolling his eyes. Katsuki huffed, tiny clouds forming under his nose. Izuku snorted.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” Izuku said, suppressing a laugh, his grasp on the capture cloth on the villain still tight. He gained focus when a slight series of blue and red lights made themselves known to the two young heroes.

“Yeah right nothing’s funny.” Katsuki said, seeing Detective Tsukauchi from the corner of his eye. “Seems the old man’s friend is here.”

“For the last time Kacchan, All Might isn’t that old.” Izuku said with a slight pout. Katsuki looked at him with a straight face, cocking one of his eyebrows. Izuku sighed. “Fine. He might be...old.” It was at times like these that Izuku wished that Katsuki wasn’t so blunt about All Might.

Ever since Izuku let him in on the OFA secret, Katsuki had been more blunt and bold about anything with All Might. The respect was there along with the shade. “Just don’t say it in front of him. He’s still hurt about the whole-”

“-but it was true.” Katsuki said. “He has a bad sense of fashion. You would think that he would change that damn yellow mustard suit once his secret was out, but no.” Katsuki simply scowled. “He still wore it!”

“Listen, not everyone lives with a very fashionable person, okay?” Izuku pointed out. “And besides, all the girls like it.” Izuku said, hoping that Katsuki didn’t know why exactly.

“Because it’s dorky.” Izuku let out a weak laugh. So he knew. “But not as dorky as yours.”

“Hey!” Izuku said, elbowing Katsuki’s side, earning a chuckle from him.

“I’m not saying it doesn’t look good.”

“True.” Izuku said, averting his gaze from Katsuki. Katsuki simply looked to the side, seeing Agent Tsukauchi approaching the two. A odd, yet comforting silence sat between the two. Without permission, Katsuki grabbed hold of the cloth bind in Izuku’s hand, his fingertips ghost over Izuku’s hand. Izuku quivered.

“I’ll hand him over. You rest up. It looked like one hell of a fight. Also,” Katsuki took off his coat with a single hand, not losing his grip on the villain and handed Izuku his coat. “Put this on. You’ll catch a cold.”

Izuku looked at Katsuki and then at his coat, a smile gracing his lips.

“Thank you.”

“Shut up and put it on idiot. I seriously don’t want you getting a cold. You know how well that turned out last time.” Katsuki said, walking over to Detective Tsukauchi. Meanwhile, Izuku wrapped the coat over his body.

“So warm.” Izuku whispered, sinking into the warmness of Katsuki’s coat.

-

“So where exactly did you place these damn things?” Katsuki asked, blowing into his hands.

This is why he hated winter. While he was used to the stupid coldness, not being able to use his Quirk to warm up was a downside. He glanced over to Izuku who was shivering as he walked. Idiot. He was even wearing his coat. He should be warm by now. Unless the cold was entering through the gap at the bottom of the coat. He was smaller than him after all. Both in height and frame.

“I...I don’t actually remember.” Izuku confessed, scratching his cheek. Katsuki’s hair puffed up more than usual, causing Izuku to flinch. Ochako was right. He did look like a pomeranian when he was angry.

“What do you mean you don’t remember?” Katsuki yelled, his palms crackling. The smell made Izuku’s stomach growl. How long has it been since he’s eaten roasted marshmallows? “How long have you been outside?” Katsuki asked upon hearing the rumbling. Izuku’s face turned red.

“M-Maybe a good...6 hours?”

“Idiot.”

“I had a lot of things to buy!” Izuku defended himself with. “And with the curfew being earlier than last time, I had to forget about eating if I wanted to get the things I wanted in time!”

“That’s not a reason for neglecting food. You should know that you damn nerd.” Katsuki said, slightly regretting helping Izuku look for the gifts he had misplaced. “Are you sure you came from this direction?” Izuku nodded his head.

“Pretty sure, although I’m not sure where exactly I launched myself from.” Izuku said with a sigh, glancing at Katsuki. He was wearing a turtleneck. Just like his winter hero suit.

“Well, where exactly was the last place you remember being or shopping at?”

“Remember that place that I was talking about that sells Red Riot merch?”

“Yea?”

“Well, that's the closest place I remember to being at, so-”

“Let's go.” Katsuki said, grabbing Izuku's hand and tugging him along as he picked up the pace.

“Eh? Why there?”

“If it's the closest place, then we don't have to waste time looking around. We'll just scan the rooftops until we see them.” Katsuki said. Izuku smiled.

“That's a great idea Kacchan!”

“Of course it is.” Katsuki said, making sure to not let Izuku see his face.

“Then let's go!” Izuku said, scooping Katsuki into a bridal carry and activating his Quirk.

“Idiot! What are doing?!” Katsuki said, trying to get down despite the tight grip Izuku had on him. Izuku laughed.

“It'll be faster this way!” Izuku said, jumping into the cold air, Katsuki’s shouts ringing throughout the dark night.

-

Luckily, the duo was able to find the presents, somehow able to bringing them all up to Izuku's room.

Katsuki placed the bags down on the ground while placing the boxes he carried on Izuku's empty desk. Izuku placed the boxes he was carrying on his bed, going back to close the door. He removed Katsuki's coat and places it to the side, besides his own.

“So that's everything. Sure went on a spending spree.” Katsuki said, looking at the red and green lying around Izuku's room.

“Well, there are a lot of people I wanted to give gifts to.” Izuku said, picking up a few bags, placing them on the center of the room.

“What are you doing?”

“I'm going to start wrapping them.”

“Now?”

“Yea.” Izuku said, walking to his closet and taking out some tubes of wrapping paper.

“What about dinner?” Katsuki said.

“I'll eat later. I want to wrap them now. Since break is around the-”

“Later? You said you accent eaten since you left this morning!”

“Yea, just let me start wrapping and then I'll head downstairs. A few more minutes won't hurt.”

“Yes it will.” Katsuki said with a growl.

“It won't if I go within an hour. That's all I'll take. I promise.” Izuku said, about to sit down when Bakugou grabbed his arm.

“I promise?” Bakugou looked at Midoriya straight in the eyes. “I always hear you say that to All Might and Recovery Girl and yet what to do you go and do?” Bakugou jabbed his finger at Midoriya. “You go and do the opposite of what they tell you to do.”

“We can't keep all promises!” Midoriya said, tugging his arm from Bakugou's grasp.

“Then why do you make them?”

“It makes the other person feel reassured.”

“Reassured? So apparently making broken promises is what you like to do?”

“It's part of the job whether we like it or not!”

“That's not what makes a Hero and you know that!” Bakugou yelled. Midoriya grabbed him by shirt collar.

“I know that, but you act like you don't do it yourself.”

“Your right, but at least I'm always consider about other people and their worries. I'm not the one who disregards warnings.” Bakugou said, Midoriya loosening his grip on him.

“You're wrong.”

“Remind me who went and fought despite being told to recover?” A silence. Bakugou pushed Midoriya's hand away, walking towards the door, picking his coat along the way. Before leaving, “Not everyone can have the luck you have you know. Not everyone has access to what you have.”

Izuku was left with those words hanging around him as he heard the door shut. He let himself plop onto the floor, picking up where he left off as the built up tears threatened to fall.

An hour and a half had passed while Izuku wrapped the gifts he had bought. The rumbling of his stomach interrupted his wrapping and the only reason why he bothered to look at the clock.

Katsuki was right.

He shouldn't be saying what he can't up hold.

Since he had stopped, might was well take a break.

Izuku got up, almost toppling over the small clutter of wrapped gifts around his feet. He quickly caught himself, balancing himself and stepping over his mess. He thankfully made his way towards his bedroom door without stepping on any of the precious gifts. He opened the door to his bedroom, only to be met with ruby eyes.

“Kacchan.”

“No, its Santa.” Katsuki said, causing Izuku to blink before averting his gaze to the side. A small scowl made itself known across Katsuki’s face. “Hurry up and make a way for me to get in. I brought drinks and a few other things.” Katsuki said, motioning to the small tray with 2 mugs and a plate of cookies.

“You brought these for me?”

“If you want them, hurry up and make a path before everything becomes mine.”

“R-right!” Izuku stammered, looking behind himself, commencing to pick up the gifts and placing them on top of his desk or any place besides the floor. Some went to his bed while others barely made it to the bed, toppling over towards the abandoned chair in the corner. Quickly, Izuku caught the gifts, placing them down more gently than the first time. “Everything’s good.” Izuku said, even though there was still a mess on the floor.

Katsuki carefully made his way into his bedroom, careful to not slip on any loose gift wrapping or anything that can cause him to go flying. Izuku closed the door behind him, watching him make his way towards the back the room with familiarity.

Thankfully he made it to where he wanted, the middle of the room. He carefully placed the tray down and sat on the floor, his back pressed against the bed frame. Katsuki then signaled him to come over.

Izuku walked over and stood next to him, only to be pulled down into Katsuki's embrace, sitting over Katsuki's crossed legs. Izuku felt Katsuki lean slightly over, his chin resting on Izuku's shoulder.

“Sorry about earlier.”

“No, you were right. I shouldn't be saying things I can't uphold.”

“And you shouldn't be skipping meals.” Katsuki said, handing a mug over to Izuku, a waft of cocoa crossing under their noses.

“Cocoa?” Izuku said, his stomach growled with pain.

“The old hag sent some the other day. Thought I should share some with you. Since you're starving and whatnot.” Katsuki said, grabbing a cookie from the tray he brought.

“That makes sense. That's why it smelled so familiar.”

“What?”

“She used to make this for us when we were kids.” Izuku said, smiling as he looked at the chocolatey drink in his hands, the warmth of it like that of a mother's.

“Guess you're right. Never realized it though. I've always drank it whenever she made it.”

“Think we can visit her over the break?” Izuku said, taking a sip from the mug. He looked over at the tray of cookies, noticing that there weren't many left.

“Why should we?”

“Don't you miss her?”

“The old hag?” A scoff. “Not really. I have you.” Katsuki said, gaining a series of giggled from Izuku. “W-what?”

“That's the corniest thing you've said to me.”

“Whatever. I meant it.” Katsuki said, taking his mug and chugged half of it down. Izuku placed his down, his stomach singing in satisfaction.

“I know you do.” Izuku said, letting out a yawn. He leaned back into Katsuki.

“Hey! You're going to make me spill my cocoa! And there isn't much after these two!”

“Sorry, just got a bit drowsy. The cocoa really hit the spot.”

“Maybe I should ask the had to teach me how to make it. I don't always want to rely on her like a kid.” Katsuki said, feeling Izuku lean more into him. “Hey.” No response.

Tiny snores filled the quiet room.

Katsuki sighed. He drank the rest of his cocoa and placed the mug down. Wrapping his arms around Izuku, Katsuki placed his head on top of Izuku's and drifted to sleep.