To Whom He Belongs

Izuku collected every piece of the posters which still could show the №1 hero’s shape and put them in the corner of the locker, took the door and put it back, and now he was holding his sports uniform. why couldn’t he put it back? why? Izuku stood frozen. it smells like Kacchan. the T-shirt had a strong cologne smell that belonged to Katsuki.  no, Midoriya couldn’t put it back. but.. why? maybe, because this smell was so disgusting and bad, so associated with Kacchan that… Izuku loved it.  “this can’t be real…” – Midoriya looked at the T-shirt, but at the same time – into nowhere.  a school bell that ment the start of lessons distracted the curly one from all his thoughts. the boy threw the T-shirt back into the locker, closed it and ran to the classroom. pulling out notebooks and pencil case from his big yellow backpack, Izuku lost in his thoughts again, not even listening to teacher and that was really different from an ordinary “nerd”.  “no-no-no, I do not like that smell. I don’t… of course, not. it’s just so… stupid, damn it! Kacchan’s mean, he just cannot smell so… um… — Izuku kept staring at one point, not knowing, how to continue even his own thoughts. — nice?.. — the boy frowned and covered his head with hands. — ugh, okay, it is just a cologne, I like how it smells, but I definitely don’t like Kacchan!..” the last 5 words made something flare in the stomach, blood rushed to the head and breath quickened. it felt like his body knew all the truth. but why is it a lie? isn’t it true? no way the dumb Deku could be in love with his Ka… bully. this is not normal, this is weird and stupid. but, damn all of it, so real.  Izuku raised his head and looked at Katsuki. he was just like usual Kacchan: still the same always-grumpy idiot who couldn’t see past his own nose; but, honestly, for some reason this guy looked… especially handsome.  his deep, bright scarlet eyes, the color of fresh blood; light, a little golden, painfully sharp and unique hair; rude, but so cute facial expression; beautiful, strong arms with which he often blasted Deku’s stuff; even that simple school uniform fit him perfectly… Midoriya didn’t notice how he was staring at the blond and at some moment realised that he was looking at him back. Izuku flinched and turned away, grabbing his hair with hands. however, when Kacchan looked right into Deku’s eyes, he didn’t seem annoyed or mocking – there was something on his face, something that Izuku wasn’t used to see. it was soft, but rough and wild at the same time… and then Izuku finally understood that he really loves Kacchan. loves that insane fire in his smile, loves his rude treatment, loves his hard touches, loves his attention and loves, when he called him “Deku”.