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Izuku’s POV:
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Here I am, standing next to Kacchan and holding his hand! What a dream! My heart pounds in my ears, why is he holding my hand?! I mean, there must be some kind of explanation since he never displays physical affection towards anyone. I look up at him, blushing hard. He has an annoyed scowl on his face, his gaze towards Kirishima-kun. Kirishima-kun looks nervous but confident at the same time. I stutter, “W-what’s going on, Kacchan?” I say in a hushed voice towards Kacchan’s ear.
“Whatever shitty hair says, don’t listen to him.” He says back to me, but his gaze never wavers.
“Can we talk later Midoriya?" Kirishima-kun says, looking at me with a weak smile. What was going on?! These two are confusing, and I’m not appreciating it for a second. Before I could respond, Kacchan picked me up princess style with ease. I gasp softly, my face instantly becoming a strawberry. All I could think about was how comfy it felt with his arms wrapping around me… and then Kacchan walked away from Kirishima-kun with me in his arms, leaving Kirishima stunned.
Kacchan walks into the school, and I begin to panic. People are going to think we’re dating if he doesn’t put me down now! Not like I’d mind… whatever, but still! People in the hallway stare, and I whisper in his ear. “Put me down! People are looking!” He doesn’t say a word, but as he walks he looks at my lips for a fraction of a second. This makes my heart explode! I hide my red face in the crook of his neck, wrapping my arms around his neck too. I can smell his cologne, and I’m already addicted to it. I could stay here forever, in his arms. Next thing I know, we’re in a dark room and I hear the door shut. He takes one arm off of me and locks the door, but he doesn’t turn on the lights. He sets me down more gently than anything I’ve experienced before with him, then again, I’ve never experienced anything like this from him. It seems like we’re in an empty classroom.
“I did all of that because shitty hair was going to tell you something that’s not true, and I don’t want him to fill your head with anything false.” He explains. I smile and nod my head.
“It’s okay, I understand.” I told him. I leave out the part where I enjoyed him holding me.
“Good.” He adds. We stand in awkward silence, and I can’t help but zone out and look at his perfect lips. God, I wonder what they taste like.
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Katsuki’s POV:
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As we stand in awkward silence, I notice him looking at my lips. It makes my heart beat faster, but I’ll never admit it. When I was carrying him, the only thing going through my mind was two things; One, shitty hair can’t talk to Izuku anymore so the only way to get them to stop interacting is to separate them. And two, the feeling of Izuku in my arms feels almost like he was made to fit in them, like a missing piece of a puzzle. When he had buried himself in my neck and wrapped his arms around me, I almost had a heart attack. He looked like a little bunny, a cute one in fact. Why the fuck did I just say that… whatever, all that matters right now is that I’m in an empty dark classroom with Izuku. What an image. He’s still looking at my lips, but I feel like it’s just because he’s zoning out. It’s not like he actually wants to kiss me… right? “We should… go to class…” Izuku says, breaking our buzzing silence.
“O-ok, you go first.” I say, mentally slapping myself for stuttering. He walked out of the classroom and I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Fuck, I really wanted to kiss that nerd.
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