@deerop0: Bkdk - car crash meet cute 🚗 q...

Bkdk - car crash meet cute 🚗 ql!izu/ph!katsuki

Bad things always happen to Izuku in threes.

1. He cracked his phone screen after tripping down a flight of stairs on his way to a statistics lecture, the phone flying out of his hand in slow, dramatic motion.

2. He got fired from his serving job after some asshole complained that he’d gotten their delivery order wrong - /and/ the guy was too much of a coward to do it in person! If Izuku ever catches the miserable man with the initials ‘BK’, he’ll give him a stern talking to.

Who orders curry-spiced pizza with anchovies and extra hot sauce, anyways?

Izuku spent the next week terrified for his life, as one does. A superstitious person can never be too safe, and he’d looked over his shoulder and under his bed enough times to last a lifetime.

Hey - maybe this time was different!

But then - oh, then - Izuku finds his heart dropping to his stomach, his eyes wide as he stares at the car in front of him, his hands gripping his steering wheel in terror.

He just rear ended somebody. Somebody with a nice, /expensive/ sports car.

The other driver angrily pulls onto the shoulder, and Izuku nearly passes out as he follows, his heart pounding hard enough to take flight.

He doesn’t have /insurance/, oh god, he’s going to get sued and spend the rest of his life paying off this guy’s rear bumper that probably costs more than Izuku’s entire car -

Izuku is shaking as he slides out of his driver’s seat, swallowing as he watches the other car’s door swing open dramatically, and oh - oh no.

That’s Bakugou Katsuki. Dynamight. Number two hero at only twenty-three years old - /that/ Dynamight.

Forget being sued. Izuku is going to be publicly shunned, outcast. Once his hero fanclub catches wind of this, he’ll be demoted from presidency and cast to the wolves. Will his platinum member status be revoked?

He feels feint, suddenly.

Why’d it have to be his favorite hero? That couldn’t it have at least been Froppy, or someone else who doesn’t have a raging crush on? Someone who isn’t tall, muscular, tiny-waisted and sharp-eyed -

“Hey - you,” Dynamight shouts, slamming his car door closed behind him with a loud, angry /bang/.

At least Izuku is about to die in a hot way, right? He’d made a few posts about wanting to die between Dynamight’s legs. This is pretty close, right?

Dynamight’s handsome face is twisted into a near-snarl, but then something happens as their eyes meet. His features soften. He blinks erratically a few times. And then he /stops frowning/.

Dynamight never stops frowning. Izuku’s brain nearly short circuits.

“Are you okay?” Dynamight asks, coughing slightly. And then, as if to keep up appearances, “Watch the road, dumbass.”

“I’m okay!” Izuku immediately says, much too loud. “Are you? Um. Okay? Are you okay? Mr. Dynamight.”

Yeah. Izuku knows how to talk like a normal human being.

“Yeah,” Dynamight confirms. “And don’t call me that ever again.”

Oh god. This is awkward. Dynamight is right there, menacingly handsome. He looks expectant, and oh - right.

“I guess this is where we exchange insurance information and stuff,” Izuku says, cheeks burning with hot, dreadful humiliation. “But, um, okay. Okay, don’t hate me. But I don’t have… it? Insurance.”

Dynamight stares. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Izuku echoes, contemplating running for his life, but then he remembers that this man is literally the number two hero and would catch him in a heartbeat, and probably break him in half not a moment later.

“I mean, it’s barely any damage,” Dynamight says, eyeing his very clearly bent bumper. “I can get it fixed. Don’t worry about it.”

Oh no. Izuku already feels the guilt bubbling in his stomach.

“I can pay you back!” Izuku shouts, too /fucking/ loud, again.

Why did he say that?

He has no money. He’s a (very) broke college student who lives off of ramen and nature. The only way he could ever pay Dynamight back is with his personality. Which is awkward, but sometimes his friends say he’s funny.

Does Dynamight need a personal jester?

“No need,” Dynamight waves him off. “I can help you fix yours, too. If you need.”

Is Izuku suddenly in an alternate universe where Dynamight /isn’t/ the archetype of good-bad boy with anger issues? What is happening?

“What is happening?” Izuku says, and oops - he said that out loud.

“I offered to help you fix your car,” Katsuki says slowly. “Are you sure you didn’t bump your head?”

“Maybe I did,” Izuku quips. “Gonna pay my medical bills, too?”

Oh god, why does he say bravely out-of-pocket things at the worst time?

But Dynamight - laughs. He laughs and almost snorts. It’s /cute/.

“Nice try, loser,” the hero says, holding his hand out expectantly, and Izuku stares at his long fingers for much too long.

“Huh?” Izuku blinks.

“Oh my god,” Dynamight groans. “Your phone, dumbass.”

“Oh!” Izuku squawks, pulling his phone from his pocket and holding it out in front of himself like an idiot.

“You’re a mess, aren’t you?” Dynamight commentates, eyeing the thoroughly cracked screen.

“You could say that,” Izuku breathes, watching as the other man deftly types into his own phone number - /Dynamight’s/ phone number. In his phone.

“I’ll text you later, yeah?” Dynamight says, handing the phone back.

Electricity shoots through Izuku’s entire body when their fingertips brush as he grabs the phone with an eager nod.

“Okay,” Izuku says, hoping he’s not grinning too hard. “Yeah.”

TBC

Izuku definitely does /not/ check his phone every three minutes for the following week. He doesn't.

Who cares if he jumps five feet in the air every time his phone vibrates with a notification?

Who cares if he sighs in disappointment every time he unlocks his phone only to see that it's just another post from his favorite hero news app?

He'd texted the number that Dynamight had put in his phone under the name "Katsuki" a quick /hi!! This is Izuku! :)/ a few hours after the fact, but he'd never received a response.

Dynamight is a busy man. A very, very busy man - he's the number two hero, for fuck's sake.

Izuku is just another fan, one who hit his car and didn't have insurance at that. What kind of crappy first impression -

Izuku frowns, looking at the abysmal ingredients lining his fridge. Looks like ramen tonight, again.

It's Friday night, and Izuku resigns himself to the confinement of his rickety old studio and the sound of his neighbors arguing through the thin walls.

Lovely.

Wrapping himself in the threadbare blanket his mother had gifted him a few Christmases ago, Izuku cozies himself up on his desk chair and boots up his laptop that's barely hanging on, ready to pull up his favorite streams and make some (hopefully not expired) hot cocoa.

And that's when his phone buzzes. He doesn't jump, just pulls it to his face and unlocks the screen with droopy, bored eyes - and, oh.

A new message from Katsuki. Oh, god. Izuku's heart immediately begins pummeling against his chest frantically.

And then he throws the phone onto his bed, too terrified to check what the hero had just sent. What if it's a message about how it was a mistake to give Izuku his phone number, and to delete it?

What if it's something worse?

Izuku paces around his room a few times, his blanket billowing behind him like a cape as his stomach twists with anxiety.

It's been a week since he met Dynamight. A week. If the man truly wanted anything to do with him, he surely would've messaged him sooner - right?

What's if the message has something to do with repairing his car - and how he now wants Izuku to pay for the damage he caused?

What if -

Izuku takes a deep breath, grabs his phone with a shaky, sweaty hand, and looks at the message.

/Sorry for taking forever to reply. Dinner tn?/

TBC (sorry for the late&short update, work is killing me + im job hunting for something different! next update will be sooner/longer!)