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Small squint… then he just… might as well hold his hand. Why leave Mineta out? So– cue Katsuki holding the idiot’s hand.

EW

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((Boy oh boy friend I hope you’re ready for this BOOK you gonna get because I’ve been shipping BakuYuki for a while and you have given me the chance to write this mess. I know these are meant as starters but this is a NEED!)) 

Really, the day hadn’t started out as anything special, nothing out of the ordinary. Yukio had woken up, prepared his morning routine, got dressed and gathered his school supplies, and headed into class bright eyed and bushy tailed, like most days. Only few differences, mainly being that he didn’t have to work his night shift at his job, so after school he would have had the day to himself.

Classes went on as usual, with the bonus of one training exercise. It was pretty simple, with teams of three completing several challenges. He had been paired with Kirishima and Katsuki, both of which he could confidently say he was on friendly terms with. Especially Katsuki (Who actually let Yukio call him by his first name these days), who Yukio often found himself hanging out with after school, whether that was seeking the explosive teen out to ask for his aid in helping Yukio develop his hand to hand combat a bit better. Or even cooking together, or studying. Seemingly mundane things that Yukio had begun to appreciate as Katsuki really did keep to himself mostly, and the fact that he was sharing his time with Yukio like he was meant that he at the very least respected him.

Which is why Yukio was willing to store away and cut off any wandering thoughts of advancing their friendship, forcing himself to remain content with what it was. He was studying to be a hero after all, so relationships shouldn’t be a priority for him. Plus, Katsuki probably had romance the furthest away from his thoughts, so Yukio should as well. Even though he could admit to himself that Katsuki was very attractive, and with work put in, could become a strong and resilient partner for whoever he ended up with. He would remain steadfast and sturdy, and pull them through anything…

Yukio quickly cut these kinds of thoughts off, sealing them away and continued about his day, which meant finishing up his classes and walking to the dorms with his friends. Chatting with Kirishima and Midoriya about the training exercise, with Katsuki loitering in the background. Cooking dinner and serving it with the few people that tended to stick around the dorm kitchen whenever Yukio decided he wanted to cook.

Even Katsuki approaching him about wanting to spar out in the fields wasn’t too much of an oddity, although usually it was Yukio asking the other for such requests. But the shifter had shrugged it off, even though he had to admit that Katsuki hadn’t been as boisterous today as he usually was. Perhaps it was just an off day.

And that is how Yukio found himself in his current situation. Lying flat on his back with Katsuki straddling him. They had started out practicing basic punches and kicks, and then strafe movements before actually engaging one another with what Yukio had learned. All while taking notice that Katsuki remained quiet and oddly focused on Yukio through most of the night. Staring so intensely he might as well have been looking through the shifter.

So after failing to avoid a lunge from Katsuki, Yukio was forced onto his back, an arm shoved across his chest and a knee digging into one of his thighs. This was a pin down maneuver, and if they had been using Quirks Katsuki was in high position to win with his, as the damage from this close a range would have been detrimental.

So here they were, with Katsuki hovering above him, both breathing heavily from their sparring session, and Katsuki once again looking at him with that expression. The same one Yukio had caught on him earlier, one that he couldn’t even begin to decipher.

“Kats-”

“Kiss me on the mouth and set me free…”

The sentence was barely above a whisper, one that even Yukio’s keen sense of hearing would have almost missed. It had no volume or inflection put into it, no emphasis, as if it was just a passing thought. Before Yukio could question the other further, Katsuki’s head lowered, his face inching closer and closer until-

(Spoilers: the friend is Katsuki-san. He’s currently stuck on the ceiling.)