The Deku-Shaped Hole - Chapter 13

When Katsuki woke up, it was with soft hair tickling at his nose and lips, with warm hands up the back of his singlet, with legs tangled around him tightly. There was a damp spot forming near one of his nipples, with Izuku snuggled in so close that he'd been drooling on Katsuki during the night, and Katsuki immediately went to war with his own thoughts.

So what if he was fucking cute? He promised.

"Oi, nerd," Katsuki growled, gently untangling himself. "Are you alright?"

"Huh? Kacchan? I'm fine." He rubbed at his eyes, pulling a face. "We don't have an outdoor bath today, let me sleep."

"You did the thing."

"What thing?"

"Fucking cuddled."

"I'm sorry! I didn't know you would hate it so much!" Izuku apologised. "I won't do it again, I promise."

"It's not that you stupid fuck. You're gonna hurt yourself."

"Huh?"

"I told you. I don't want to roll over or some shit and hurt you by accident!"

"But you didn't," Izuku pointed out.

"I said to wait until you're healed, asshole."

Izuku pouted, stubbornly moving closer again, tangling his fists in Katsuki's shirt. 

"I'll heal faster if I get cuddles."

"Bullshit. Show me the medical science behind that load of crap."

"Positive thinking!"

Katsuki snorted, but he didn't pull away when Izuku leaned in, resting his head lightly against Katsuki's chest.

"You won't hurt me, Kacchan. I know you won't. And even if by some rare, stupid chance, you did, it would be so worth it for all the cuddles it came with prior."

Katsuki let out an exasperated sigh, tilting Izuku's head back gently to meet his eyes.

"Not while we sleep," he said firmly. "On the couch or whatever, you can do what you want and I will never complain. But not when I'm asleep and have no control of my actions."

"But-"

"I'll even stay a little longer now, and cuddle you while you sleep, but not when I'm asleep. Got it?"

"Okay," Izuku conceded. "Thank you for caring."

"Of course I care, dumbass."

"So I can sleep some more? Just a little? Here with you?"

"As long as you want."

"You're the best."

He smiled as he curled in, positioning himself just right to use Katsuki's arm and chest as a pillow, closing his eyes as he breathed in Katsuki's warmth and sweet scent. He always smelled so good, even when they'd been working out. According to his completely unreliable internet research, pheromones could do that to a guy – compatible genetic partners, or something. He was pretty sure it was just a Katsuki thing, though. His Kacchan just smelled nice all the time.

"Caramel," he murmured, taking a long breath in. "That's what it is."

"What what is, nerd?"

"Your smell," he explained, unabashed. "It's kind of sweet and warm, like caramel or toffee."

"Oh."

"Oh?"

Katsuki paused, then brought his free hand in to his chest, poking Izuku's cheek lightly.

"And now?"

"Huh?" he breathed in, immediately humming happily. "Yeah! Definitely caramel!"

"It's my hands, dummy. Nitroglycerin."

"What? Nitroglycerin smells like caramel?"

"Like burnt sugar, which I guess is caramel that's been overcooked?"

"Amazing!" Izuku gushed, reaching for the hand and fumbling it to his lips. "Does it taste like-"

"Do not lick my hands, asshole."

"But I-"

"Are you gonna fuckin' sleep or not?!"

"Aww, Kacchan is embarrassed," Izuku teased, still not bothering to open his eyes to see the flushed cheeks. "I bet they taste really good. You've tried it, right? You must have, at some point."

"It's toxic, shithead."

"Is it?"

"Yes! In big doses, but don't willingly take it in, that's just asking for trouble!"

"Gonna taste it."

"Fuck off."

"Gonna lick the hand," Izuku insisted, reaching for it and trying his best to pull it back to his mouth. "Gimme the hand, Kacchan."

"You're not licking my fucking hands."

"Gonna lick it!"

He dissolved into giggles as they fought, Izuku trying his damnedest to get the hand back, Katsuki doing his best to keep it away without risking injuring the man further. He couldn't help but smile at Izuku's insistence, at the sweet way he kept fighting as he giggled, still not opening his eyes.

"Fuck off!" Katsuki insisted. "If you want your damn cuddles, you gotta quit with the fuckin' hand licking! I'll leave!"

"Kacchaaaaaan!"

"Your choice, fucker. Cut it out or I'm getting up."

"Fine," Izuku pouted, conceding his grip and dropping his face into Katsuki's chest again. "No licking."

"Good boy."

They were silent for an entire minute before Izuku finally cracked an eye open, peering up at Katsuki's stubborn expression with a cheeky smile on his lips. Katsuki gave him a warning look, and Izuku smiled, rolling over to press his back into Katsuki instead. 

Just as Katsuki was beginning to think the nerd was falling asleep, was beginning to curl his grip around the thick waist, he realised his mistake. Izuku leaned forward, tongue darting out, licking a long stripe up Katsuki's exposed palm.

"You little shit!"

"Bleh. Burnt."

"Fuck you."

He climbed out of bed immediately, wiping spit on Izuku's back before he reached for his clothes, and Izuku whined as he rolled over again, reaching his arms out with a pitiful look on his face.

"I gave you your fucking cuddles and you ruined it, face the consequences."

"Don't wanna," Izuku whined. "Kacchaaaaan!"

Katsuki grabbed a hoodie from his bag, pulling it on over his singlet, scowling as he zipped it up.

"Kacchan?"

"What, asshole?"

"Is that my hoodie?"

Katsuki froze, realising his mistake far too late, and his silence was all the answer Izuku needed.

"You're wearing my clothes!"

"Shut up."

"Did you take it from my room?"

"No, asshole! What do you think I am, a fuckin' thief?!"

"B-But... I mean... I didn't give it to you, did I?"

"Your mother did, asshole. I got cold while I was there with her one day. You got a problem with that?!"

"No," Izuku shook his head, sitting up on the edge of the bed. "But that must have been weeks ago. And you're still wearing it."

"Fine, have your fuckin' hoodie back, see if I care."

"No! Don't!" Izuku insisted, shaking his head violently when Katsuki began to take it off. "It's super cute, Kacchan, that's all! I thought if I said that you'd get grumpy though!"

"I'm already fuckin' grumpy!"

"No kidding," Izuku grinned. "I'm taking one of yours!"

"Haah?"

"Gonna take your hoodie," Izuku hooked his crutch under his arm, hobbling over to the wardrobe. "Hoodies, hoodies, warm hoodies..."

"Fuck off, nerd, they won't even fit you."

"I'll make it work!"

"You can't just make clothes work!"

"I can! I just won't zip it!"

His eyes shone when he found four identical Bakushinchi hoodies on one end, dark fabric with huge orange slashes across the front, a slightly more stylized version of the X on Katsuki's uniform. He snatched one immediately, and Katsuki sighed as he watched the nerd pull it on, already fanboying over the design. At least it fit him almost decently – they were too big for Katsuki, design proofs that he initially kept for long winter days, to layer over another jacket, but instead they became his snuggly lounging-at-home clothes. 

"Perfect!" Izuku declared, not risking an attempt at zipping it, but managing to not pop any seams. "I feel so cool, Kacchan!"

"Still look like a big dumb nerd to me."

"But that's why you love me," Izuku grinned, limping closer to wind an arm around Katsuki's neck. "Big dumb nerd who loves you unconditionally and owns soft snuggly hoodies you can steal."

"Shut up."

"Am I wrong?"

"Fucking dumbass nerd who licks hands even after being told no."

"I had to know, Kacchan!"

Katsuki hugged him back finally, using his position to pick his nerd up and dump him back on the bed with a scowl. 

"Go back to sleep, asshole. You said you were tired."

"I am."

"Then sleep."

"I want Kacchan."

"Ugh!" Katsuki growled, crawling back under the covers all the same. "You're a fucking persistent little bitch."

"Yay!" Izuku grinned, snuggling in immediately, resting his cheek against the soft grey fabric of a hoodie that was once his own. "I win!"

"You always fucking win, I'm too damn soft."

"I loooove youuuuu"

"Yeah, yeah. Shut up and sleep."

"Kay!" He closed his eyes again, finally sinking into him with a soft sigh. "Thank you Kacchan, I'm sorry I'm a pain."

"You're not sorry at all," he grumbled, pausing for a moment. "But you wouldn't be you if you weren't."

"You love me even when I'm annoying?"

"Yeah," Katsuki agreed, pausing again while Izuku waited knowingly. "I love you because you're annoying sometimes. That's just who you are."

"Really?"

"Stop making me say it, nerd."

"But I like falling asleep to happy things."

"I know," Katsuki sighed again, pulling Izuku in a little tighter. "I love you, Deku. Get some sleep, I'll be here."

"Call me pet names again?"

Katsuki blushed, thinking back to his momentary lapse of self-control, but all the same he found himself conceding.

"Sweet dreams, baby."

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"Finished this box!" Izuku called, taping it up and sliding it across the bench. "Where's the pile?"

"I'll bring you one, hold up."

"I can get it myself!"

"Sit your ass down, Deku."

Izuku pouted, but waited obediently for Katsuki to bring him a new box to assemble, helping hold it in place as he taped it together. With a little ruffle of Izuku's hair, he turned to leave again, halting when the little voice squeaked at him.

"Say again?"

"Sh-should I cut it?" he asked awkwardly, hand roaming to his curls. "You do that a lot and I always think- I mean, yours looks so good short, and I just- I know I look like a kid or whatever and- Sorry, I don't-"

"Deku," Katsuki cut in finally, leaning down to press a kiss to Izuku's head. "I think your bird's nest is cute."

"That didn't sound very convincing," Izuku grumbled.

"I'm sure you'd look hot with it short, too, but if I hated it that much I would have said so. I certainly wouldn't be playing with it and sleeping against it if it bothered me, alright?"

He tangled both hands in the locks, messing them up roughly, and Izuku squeezed his eyes shut, choking out a laugh finally.

"Tell me, okay?" he requested, opening one eye to peer up at Katsuki's grin. "If you want me to change anything or try anything. I want to look good enough for you."

"You do, you're gorgeous."

"You think so?"

"Would I date you if I didn't?" he snorted. "I like your dumb face with its stupid freckles and those big shitty eyes that look at me like I'm the best thing in the world. I mean, I am, I know, but still."

"Kacchaaaaan."

"And I like that tight little butt and those sexy abs. And those thighs. You could probably crush my head between those thighs."

"I'm not an object, stop ogling me."

"You literally asked, nerd."

Izuku smiled when Katsuki took his hands back, reaching up expectantly.

"I want to touch too," he explained, when Katsuki stared at him blankly. "Let me touch the fuzzies."

"Idiot."

He leaned down all the same, letting Izuku comb his fingers through short blond hair, and Izuku grinned to himself happily.

"Feel better now, nerd?"

"Uh-huh. I probably do need a hair cut though, right? I know you're trying to make me feel better."

"You could use a trim," Katsuki agreed. "But don't stress about it, you look cute."

"Kay. Next week, then."

"Sure. Right, gonna get back to packing now. You good?"

"Uh-huh!"

"We'll go get lunch when I finish the living room. I know a place you'll like."

Izuku's stomach growled, and Katsuki couldn't help but laugh, giving Izuku a flash of a gorgeous smile that made his heart flutter.

"Okay, let's go get food now," he amended. "I'll finish after we eat."

"Coming!"