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[OOC:]     HE’S MY DAD OOGIE BOOGIE WOOGIE!!

im not allowed to touch my inbox today

“Hey! Iida-kun!” Izuku called making his way over, he wasn’t ENTIRELY SURE why Kaminari wanted him to ask Iida this particular question, but he supposed there was a GOOD REASON!

EVERYONE IS FRICKIN BORN BETWEEN THE 16TH AND 19TH OF NOVEMBER WHAT IS THIS POWER SUCTION TO THOSE DAYS YOU ARE TOO STRONG

fun fact my household has three birthdays in that week?? my dad is the 13th, little sibling is the 16th, and i’m the all powerful 18th 

                           He knew it’d be slippery, what with how much it had been snowing --- and he thought he had been walking carefully enough to avoid any kind of slip and fall.                                 But it seems like the elements pulled a quick one on him as he felt his feet slide out from under him, barely giving him enough time to catch himself.

                and back slams into the ground with a grunt ---                                            Maybe this was a sign telling him to go back home. 

            But looking up at the cloudy sky, a rather defeated look on his face he finds large worried eyes staring down at him.  

                           “Midoriya! ---” he feels a light shade of pink dusting his cheeks.  This was embarrassing, to have his student witness such a thing. 

     Their lips meet.

     In two, maybe three, seconds, a crimson warmth began to spread all the way from Katsuki’s core up to the tip of his ears and down to the tip of his fingers.  The palm he had pressed into the nape of Izuku’s neck was quickly pulled away as he recoils a full step back, as though he’d been punched.  With the back of one hand pulled to cover his lips, he held his other hand down to his side, as tiny explosions began surfacing from it.

     “Deku...!  Asshole!!”  Not the most charming nicknames for the boy that just kissed him, but they were all he could manage.  “It was s’posed to be me!!”

     It was supposed to be his victory  --  and even just a little while back, he would have seen this as an affront to his ego.  This one loss could have sent him spiraling into a pit of anger.  But the Katsuki of today?  The Katsuki of today knew that Izuku wasn’t the kind of person to sit idly by and let his childhood friend run ahead.  He knew this, he admired this, and he was already focused on how to claim the  next  victory from Deku.

     “C’mere!”  He immediately steps right back in Deku’s personal space, close enough that their chests were pressed together and that he could count the number of freckles across the two, squishy cheeks he had cradled between his palms.  “To a hero, it doesn’t matter who wins first  --  what matters is who’s standing in the end, right?  Just you fucking watch  --  m’gonna kiss you so damn hard and so fucking many times  --  it’ll be undeniable that I’m the winner!!”

IT’S A SOBERING MOMENT  when Katsuki begins an interaction with Izuku that doesn’t start with some kind of expletive.  This time it begins simply with an insulting-nickname-turned-hero-name, said in a tone so calm it was disconcerting:  “Deku.”

     Here’s the thing about Katsuki  --  he can read between the lines just fine, he just chooses to ignore the message he finds.  All that stuff All Might said about him being similar to Endeavor and all that stuff Deku said about Todoroki and Endeavor...  he wasn’t blind to the similarities.  Katsuki’s dislike for Endeavor was clear as day  --  and, well, part of it was because the old man reeked and because the old man was a shitty person overall.  BUT, the real reason Katsuki hated Endeavor was because All Might was right.  Endeavor and Katsuki were two shitty peas in a pod  --  assholes with too much pride who fucked other people over for their own shortcomings.

     “Y’said... that half n’ half was revving himself up to forgive the old geezer, right?”  He doesn’t even skirt around the topic, diving straight to the heart of it.  “What’s that say ‘bout you?”