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Bkdk - Deku sits on ‘straight’ Kacchan’s dick ❗️cheating (not bkdk), bkdk endgame, angst w happy ending, internalized homophobia Katsuki has been dating Ochako for 6 months, resulting in the most miserable half-year of Izuku’s life.
“Grab me a beer, baby?” Katsuki asks Ochako during one of their group movie nights, slapping her ass as she walks away, the brunette rolling her eyes playfully. Izuku holds his hands between his thighs awkwardly, shy eyes watching Katsuki as he talks to Kiri.
“Can you grab /me/ a beer, babe?” Kiri asks Mina, only to be flicked on the side of the head. - It’s one of their rare days off, and Izuku sits on one of Katsuki’s kitchen island stools as the blond makes dinner.
“Can I stay over tonight?” Izuku asks hopefully, swinging his legs as Katsuki passes him a spiked lemonade. “Nah,” Katsuki replies easily. “Ochako’s coming over, so unless you wanna hear her moaning all night…”
“Oh,” Izuku whispers, his voice much too quiet for his own liking. Izuku thinks back to all the times he was /this/ close to admitting his feelings to the blond. All the times he chickened out. All the times he just accepted that Katsuki didn’t like him back.
“It should’ve been me,” Izuku blurts out, squeaking in alarm when he realizes he just said that out loud. Katsuki’s back is suddenly frighteningly still, and Izuku contemplates which route of escape would be fastest.
“What?” The blond asks, turning and leaning against the counter, quickly back to moving around like normal. “We should be together, not you and her,” Izuku says, voice quiet, because the band-aid’s already been ripped right off. Might as well go all the way down, right?
“Izuku,” Katsuki says, his voice low. “I’m straight.” “That’s why you never so much as looked at a woman until we were 20, huh?” Izuku asks bitterly, tears forming in his eyes. God, he hates how much of a crybaby he is.
“I didn’t look at anyone,” Katsuki points out. “I was focused on being a hero, not fucking around.” “Hm,” Izuku hums sadly, ignoring the streaks of tears he know are falling on his cheeks.
“You’re my best friend,” Katsuki continues, this weird look on his face. “Don’t ruin that. Please.” “I can’t help the way I feel, Kacchan,” Izuku sniffles sadly, wiping his eyes with his sleeve.
Katsuki walks over, the food sizzling as he wraps Izuku up in a big hug, the smaller man’s chest aching at the soft scent of his masculine cologne that he’s grown to love so much. Izuku clutches at his shirt, nuzzling into his chest.
“What about Shindo?” Katsuki asks when they pull apart. “He eye-fucks you every time you’re in the same room.” Izuku laughs through his tears, slapping Katsuki’s chest lightly. “Ew!” And just like that, it’s like nothing happened.
- “You look amazing tonight,” Shindo says, wrapping a muscular arm around Izuku’s waist without consent. “Your ass looks fucking great in that dress.” Izuku laughs awkwardly, sipping at his champagne as he weasels out of Shindo’s grip.
“Thanks, Shindo,” Izuku says, tucking a strand of his curls behind his ear. Shindo’s eyes are lidded, shamelessly roaming over Izuku’s tight little body like a lion eyeing a piece of steak.
Shindo isn’t unattractive by any means, he just has the personality of a wet napkin. But maybe Izuku doesn’t need personality. Maybe he just needs to get this whole one-sided attraction to Kacchan out of his system.
“You look good, too,” Izuku says, not lying, because he can easily imagine himself beneath Shindo. “Let me get you a drink?” The taller man asks, and Izuku lets the arm that makes its way around his waist stay this time, the two of them chatting as they walk to the bar.
- “Baby, what are you looking at?” Ochako asks as she finds her way back to Katsuki after slipping away to ass-kiss some investors. The blond’s jaw is set as he watches Shindo Yo lean against the bar as he chats up a giggling Izuku, the green-haired man blushing cutely.
“Izuku’s finally letting that fuckboy hit it, huh?” Ochako laughs, plucking the drink from Katsuki’s hand to steal a sip. “They wouldn’t make a bad couple.”
“He’s gonna hit and quit,” Katsuki seethes, taking his drink back to swig it down angrily. “If he fucking breaks my best friend’s heart, I swear -,” “They’re coming this way,” Ochako whispers, elbowing her boyfriend in the side.
Shindo approaches with this smug air about him, and it takes everything within Katsuki to stop himself from breaking the fucker’s jaw. His hand rests on the small of Izuku’s back, the smaller man sipping his Moscow mule shyly.