9) Baking on a rainy day, high fives, a first kiss sounds really cute!
THIS CAME OUT A HECK OF A LOT LONGER THAN IT WAS SUPPOSED TO OOPS. But here. :3 sorry if it feels a bit rushed toward the end… T 3 T
The phone call was awkward.
A forced phone call to Izuku’s phone, from none other than his childhood friend.
And Izuku knew it was forced because he could hear Mrs. Bakugou telling her son what to say in the background.
“Tell him.” she said, probably attempting to whisper. “Tell him to come over..and quit being such a grouch, Katsuki. ” she added in.
Izuku had to stifle a laugh as he listened silently, waiting for Katsuki to actually speak up.
“Deku” After about three quiet minutes, he spoke. What a surprise! “Come the fuck over.”
It was more of an order than an invitation. And before the freckled boy had a chance to ask any questions, the phone was disconnected. If it wasn’t a cell phone call- Izuku was sure it would have been hung up with a slam.
A distressed sigh escaped his lips and ran a hand through his curly locks.
“What am I supposed to do?? Why is Kacchan’s mother making me go over there” He cant help the worry that had taken over him, and he paced about his room.
Great. Katsuki’s house. What a way to spend a Saturday evening.
They weren’t on terrible terms anymore, but they definitely weren’t /perfect/. They could at least hold a conversation with out yelling at one another now. And they walked home together sometimes… but they haven’t necessarily ‘hung out’.
Another sigh left him, and he tucked his phone away in his pocket. Well, if he was going, he may as well get it over with. Katsuki wanted to make it a quick visit too, he was sure. He’d never invite Izuku over just because– and it was evident now that for whatever reason, his mother was the one who wanted them to meet.
“I’ll just see what Kacchan wants- And then I’ll come home.”
Fuck. Fuck. /Fuck/.
Izuku was coming over.
Katsuki shot a look at the clock ticking away on the wall. It wouldn’t take him too long to walk over, despite the rain fall. It was only drizzling, so it wouldn’t slow Izuku down.
“Mom. What the fuck??” Katsuki growled, as he watched his mother grab hold of her umbrella. She slipped on her high heeled shoes, and swung a light jacket over her shoulder before making her way to the door. “Why the hell would you invite Deku here?! When you’re leaving, what the fuck??”
“You invited him, brat~” she sing songed, and set a hand on the door knob. “Don’t be such a baby. Do you think your mother is stupid? Take advantage of this! ” she demands to her son, before heading out of the house.
Shit. Dammit. Fuck.
What did she mean by that? The ash blonde leaned himself against the wall of his living room. His bottom lip jutted out in thought, slowly starting to realize what she meant.
“No fuckin way.” He stated, before standing himself up straight. “No fuckin way mom noticed somethin like that.”
Katsuki decided he may as well tidy up as he waited to get his mind off of things, and it wasn’t long before there was a knock at the front door.
In that moment, Katsuki swore his heart jolted to a stop.
His breath shortened in his lungs and he shot a death glare at the door. Almost as if he was hoping to scare off his guest with out having to communicate at all… of course it didn’t help. There was a short pause, before another knock followed; this time it was louder.
His mind started to race all over as he inched himself toward the door. What would he say? For what reason did he even have Izuku come over? He had to think of something before he got to the door. He had to figure it out. Had to think. Had to plot–
“Kacchan!” Izuku called. “Please let me in, its down pouring!”
Katsuki paused as he reached the front door. He swallowed thickly, as his hand hesitated to open it. He could easily ignore Izuku and continue on with his evening. Eventually Izuku would get tired of standing in the rain and he’d just go home.
But then he could also catch a cold. Izuku is dumb sometimes, so he wouldn’t have taken an umbrella for a short walk. Katsuki couldn’t let Izuku get sick. “Kacchan!”
The voice jolted Katsuki from his thoughts once again and he grumbled, before grabbing hold of the door knob.
It swung open with a crash against the wall and it would have bounced back shut, if Katsuki hadn’t stopped it with his foot.
“I heard you the first time- be patient, damn.” His red hues narrowed and looked down at Izuku who was a shivering mess. And at that site, Katsuki swore he hated himself. Why didn’t he just open the fucking door? Now Izuku was soaked.
“A..are you going to let me in or not?” He questioned then, frowning.
The ash blonde, pressed his lips shut, and took a step to the side. His eyes watching Izuku’s every movement. The way his hair stuck to his face from the rain, the way his clothes dripped, how he took awkward steps because his shoes were also soaked through… it was sort of cute.
Shaking away the thought, Katsuki kicked the door closed. He followed Izuku in, and the silence was becoming a bit awkward.
“Why did you want me to come over?"
Finally it was broken, and the freckled boy turned his attention toward his childhood friend. There was a bit of shyness in his gaze.
"Uuuh–” Katsuki paused momentarily. “Uh… to help me bake somethin.” It /sounded/ like he made it up on the spot, but who the hell would care? Although now he had to figure out what exactly he was baking.
“To /bake/?” Izuku’s eyes widened slightly, before he nodded and looked down at his wet clothes. “Thats unlike you Kacchan, is this some kind of prank?” He smiled crooked. It was that uneasy, unsure smile that Katsuki really disliked for many reasons.
“No- no seriously! I gotta bake somethin and Im not fucking good at it! So thats why I wanted you over. ”
“Your mom made you call me” Izuku stated. “But. Let’s get it over with, okay..? Um.. I’m sure you want to get this done as soon as possible. ”
Katsuki’s brows knitted at that. It hurt to hear that Izuku felt he wasn’t wanted there… because that wasnt true.
“Sure. But I’m gonna give you some dry clothes first.”
“Just take the damn offer!”
Now that Izuku was in a dry set of clothes, (Katsuki’s shorts and hoodie), the two of them could get started. Izuku’s cheeks were flushed red wearing them. It felt weird.. but nice. They had only shared clothes one other time, and that was when they were children.
Katsuki however, regretted his choice of allowing Izuku to use his clothing. Because God /dammit/, he looked really cute wearing it. The sweat shirt and shorts only showed off how much smaller Izuku was than Katsuki, despite not looking much different standing side by side. Sure Katsuki was taller, and more built, but he never realized how much.
“What are we making?” Izuku questioned, finally looking up at the other. Katsuki’s gaze was disturbed then, and he lifted a hand to rub his neck. His eyes darted around the room. He had to look anywhere but at other.
“Uh.. Apple pie. My mom wants it for dessert tonigt..” A lie. But a good one, he hoped. They had the ingredients for one so how hard could it really be? “I gotta recipe.”
With that, he made his way to the kitchen counter and started to dig through the small box that held his mother’s different recipes.
“You dont seem like the type to enjoy baking, Kacchan” Izuku commented, trying to keep things calm. They were having a decent conversation so far… no yelling. No annoyance. Just talking- about pie and baking! Perhaps it was the start of something… something normal. A genuine friendship, possibly. The chances were slim, but Izuku could be hopeful couldn’t he? He never hated Katsuki, and lately they had been on good terms. The latter hadn’t even bullied or talked down on Izuku for a while. Izuku could almost safely say that his childhood friend was becoming nicer. Not to others per say, but to him personally. It felt good. It gave Izuku a tickle in his stomach.
“I never said I / enjoyed/ it. It just has to be done. ” Katsuki replied, and held up the recipe he was looking for. “And here it is- lets start workin on this and get it done. Maybe by the time we’re finished the rain will stop." He offered a slight smile before setting the paper down on the counter.
Was he actually trying to make conversation? Izuku could hardly believe it, but thats what it seemed like. He wouldn’t let the opportunity slip from his fingers and he nodded; his green curls bouncing a bit as he did.
"I hope!” And he smiled. It was genuine, and there was no hint of unsureness to it.
Katsuki could swear his heart stopped. The sight of a smiling Izuku was so rare to him, and it was precious. Something he’d treasure for the rest of his life if he were able. “Read off the ingredients, Kacchan. I’ll start to gather them.”
Katsuki blinked, waking up from his daydream. (He had been doing that a lot that day. He needed to stop).
“Yeah, yeah. First things first is obviously the apples”.
“What the fuck?!”
“It doesn’t look right..” Izuku muttered.
“Seriously, what the fucking shit??”
Katsuki growled, as he stared at the pie they had baked. It was cooling off on the stove top, but the top crust had sunken in, and the inside was liquid instead of caramelized. “What the hell did we do wrong??” He questioned, grabbing hold of the recipe. It looked like they did everything right. So why was it coming out that way?
“Maybe we mis-read a step” Izuku mumbled, as he lifted a hand up to play with his lower lip. “We should give it another try.. this time Ill read the directions and you add ingredients! Its still raining anyway- it’ll be a fun way to pass the time..” Suddenly, Izuku’s voice grew unsure.
Katsuki shifted his gaze to the other, and felt a wave of something (happiness was it?)take over him. Izuku said it would be fun to pass the time baking with Katsuki. That meant he enjoyed it the first time. That meant he didnt want to leave yet.
The blonde felt his cheeks redden, and he piped up finally. He couldn’t let Izuku be doubtful.
“Sure- why the hell not. Im no quiter. We’re gonna make this damn pie right, no matter what. ” he smirked, and started to gather the ingredients once again.
The second time around seemed to be going more successful, in more ways than one.
To both their surprise they were talking.
It started off about the pie- but it slowly moved away from that. Katsuki swore they were having fun. Izuku laughed a few times. Katsuki was finding it easier to joke around with him, and it was refreshing.
Izuku couldn’t remember the last time he / laughed/ with Katsuki… it felt warm. It made his heart pound in his chest, and his stomach do flips.
They continued to work on the pie, and it wasn’t long before it was in the oven.
The duo wasted time waiting for it to bake by telling stories. They touched back on a lot of their past memories together, majority from when they were young. They avoided any of the bullying memories as if they didn’t exist and focused solely on the times they played or went by each other’s houses. Katsuki was surprised that they actually did so much together.. he had forgotten about the peaceful times between them.
Finally the timer went off, and it was time for the moment of truth.
Izuku watched eagerly, as Katsuki put on the oven mits and went into the oven. The crust wasn’t caved in so that was a good sign. But the real confirmation of their success would be in the filling.
“Ill bet its okay!” Izuku chimed, as he watched the pie. They waited patiently together for it to cool.
“We’ll see. If it isnt right, we’re going to the store for more god damn apples and we’re makin it again” Katsuki stated and he picked up the knife. “Ready?”
As the knife sunk into the pie, a grin formed on Katsuki’s face. He finished cutting the slice and it was perfect. The inside was caramelized just right, and the apples were soft.
“Fuck yeah!” Katsuki looked at the other quickly. “Look at it! ”
Izuku smiled wide, seeing their sucess. Apparently adding too many apples and not enough sugar was their downfall last time.
“We did it Kacchan!” He laughed again and lifted a hand up, waiting. “Ill bet it tastes as good as it looks! ”
The blonde glanced at the raised hand and lifted his own up. He slapped their hands together for a satisfying high-five, though his hand lingered there.
He still couldn’t take his eyes off Izuku. Especially because he was smiling now.. it was such a tender smile, Katsuki never realized how warm it made him feel. How much he actually longed to see it. And he didn’t realize how nice it was to be the cause of it.
The freckled boy looked puzzled, as Katsuki stared at him. He tilted his head slightly, and as he went to move his hand away it was grabbed. Fingers laced and suddenly… he was being tugged forward.
It all happened so fast after that. Their bodies were closer than they’d ever been. Izuku’s eyes widened, as Katsuki's feel shut. Their lips collided together only for a few moments before it was over.
Katsuki pulled back relatively quickly, looking just as surprised as Izuku did.
“K..Kacchan you…” his cheeks grew dark red at the realization.
“..Shut…shut up, Deku.”
“…Kacchan why did you-”
“You k.. kissed… kissed me!”
It was finally said. And the two stared at each other in silence for a few moments. “… why did you..?” Izuku said softly.
Katsuki thought it should be more than obvious as to / why/, but Izuku seemed confused. He appeared to be looking for some type of reassurance, and he was holding himself back from reacting. Katsuki stayed quiet for a few moments before parting his lips to speak.
“I’m…” his voice grew quiet. “..I think I… love you. ”
“.. you /think/..?” Izuku didnt sound too pleased with the answer. He definitely sounded confused and weary. His brows furrowed, and he huddled into himself. It was that look that Katsuki couldn’t stand. The look that displayed his fear. The look that was especially for Katsuki in the past. “A…Are you…making some kind of joke?”
At that, the ash blonde stiffened up. That was the last thing he wanted. This wasn’t a joke, it was real. And he had to make sure he displayed that.
“No– no its not a joke. ” he lifted a hand up to touch his forehead. God, he hated being bad with words. “Its not a joke- I said it wrong. I meant that I.. agh.. I.. really..” It really wasn’t like Katsuki to mix up his words, but when it came to Izuku nothing made sense. He couldn’t form a sentence, and it was killing him inside. “I love you, okay? I love you– and I’m absolute shit at trying to put this into words. I dunno when it started- I dunno what made me want to tell you right now. But I did. And I fucking kissed you, and I did it because I love you. This isn’t a joke- Im serious! ”
There was silence between them then. Izuku’s green hues stared intently into Katsuki’s red ones. They stayed like that for a few moments before Izuku spoke.
“….Kacchan.. I… I also have feelings for you..” it was weird to admit. “ But!”
Katsuki blinked, waiting eagerly. He felt his heart palpitating fast.
"..I can’t trust you fully yet. I’m sure you know why..“ Izuku played with his hands then. "I need you to show me.”
Katsuki swallowed hard, but nodded a bit. Of course Izuku couldn’t trust him all the way. He knew the reasons as to why, but it still hurt. It fucking sucked. But Katsuki’s not a quiter. He took in a deep breath, before closing the distance between them.
“I’ll prove it. I don’t care how long it takes. I don’t care if its years or whatever. I’m gonna show you and prove it. Im different than I was..”
Izuku’s, face softened as he listened. He gave a gentle nod before reaching out to lace their fingers together.
“I know you are.”
They kissed again, this time it was mutual. Their lips moved together slowly, before parting. Katsuki then pulled the other in for a firm hug.
It was going to be a journey together. It was going to be a bumpy road, it was going to be hard, and it was going to be long. But it was worth it. To be able to see Izuku smiling as bright as the sun, just for him. It was worth everything to Katsuki.