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#bkdk #ktdk #bakudeku Izuku has been dropping by the same flower shop every day since the grumpy florist let him take shelter in it one rainy night. This morning, though, it was Valentine’s day, and Izuku was getting tired of their little will-they-won’t-they.
Or, Izuku pulls a prank to get a certain someone’s number.
If anyone asked, Izuku would say it was all Mina’s fault. Honestly, he did nothing to encourage this behavior. Everyone in Izuku’s friend circle and then some knew about his pathetic crush on the owner of the flower shop near their campus.
All it took was one rainy night and a backpack full of camera equipment. Izuku didn’t have enough money to invest in one of those cool, clunky, waterproof bags. So whenever the sky decided to open up, he was forced to take shelter.
Luckily, he hadn’t wandered very far from campus. And though it was nearing eight o’clock at night, the florist’s orange welcome lights still flashed: OPEN.
He got an earful for trailing rainwater all over the shop and a foldable umbrella tossed at his head for all his troubles, but at least the grumpy florist had let him stay until the wind was more forgiving. He was angry, and blond, and not built like a florist at all.
Izuku would find out later that the guy was taking over for his parents while they traveled the world together. The blond merely had time on his hands, being an off-season hockey player.
With a promise to return the next day with the borrowed umbrella (that the blond insisted he take with him, which would have been cute if it wasn’t accompanied with several expletives), Izuku went on his merry way. And then he came back again. And again. And again.
Somewhere around the second time Izuku came over, he had learned that the florist’s name was Bakugou Katsuki. Izuku always tried to find an excuse to return to the flower shop; whether it be to pick up something he had left behind,
or some fictional friend’s graduation flowers, or yet another rainy night. Et cetera, et cetera. Because Izuku liked their banter. He liked the back and forth. Sometimes, it was flirtatious, with Katsuki teasing him about his curls or his freckles or his cheeks.
Other times, miraculously, Izuku would make Katsuki blush. Like when he went around taking pictures of the shop for a photography class about atmosphere, and had accidentally captured Katsuki looking at him with so much fondness.
When Izuku showed it to him, the blond had simply huffed, red-faced, and said, “That’s just how I normally look, dipshit.” Sometimes —and these times were Izuku’s favorites— Katsuki would even send him off at the end of the day with some flowers.
“Leftovers,” he would say. “They’re gonna die tomorrow. If you don’t take ‘em they’ll just end up in the dump.” Which Izuku doubted, yellow as they were, but whatever. All of this, and they haven’t even exchanged phone numbers yet.
And so after many sleepovers lamenting over this to Ochako and Mina, they decided to make him do something about it. Mina hopped on his bed and declared. “People like that can only be taken down using one method!” “I don’t really want to take him down—”
“Make! Him! Jealous!” She bellowed, Ochako nodding furiously beside her. And Izuku had to admit, a part of him stirred in interest at the concept, but he quickly shook the feeling away. “I don’t think it’s a good idea—”
“It’s almost Valentine’s Day, right?” Mina said. “Pretend you have a date!” “What?!” Izuku flushed. “He wouldn’t believe that!” “He’ll be too busy panicking to think about it!” This time, it was Ochako who pitched in. “Don’t encourage her!”
“Trust and believe, ‘Zuku.” Mina nodded sagely. “That’s how I helped ‘Chako bag Toga, after all. She went ballistic when I told her someone was thinking of asking Ochako out.” “I know what happened to Iida.”
Izuku sighed, remembering the time he got absolutely mauled by the blond girl. “Really, he was an unnecessary casualty.” “No, he was very necessary collateral damage.” Ochako said solemnly. “It’s okay though. I bought him dinner after.”
Izuku groaned. “I don’t even know if Kacchan likes me back!” “I can help you find out! ‘Zuku, I swear I will never pester you about this ever again if you give it a shot.” Mina leaned forward and gave him the biggest puppy dog eyes known to man. “Please?”
Izuku thought about it and sighed. Hell, what did he have to lose? “Tell me what you have in mind first, and maybe I’ll consider it.” Mina’s lips stretched into a wide, creepy grin. “Your mom’s birthday is on Valentine’s, right?”