Go Through Me First

A future twitter thread that I've been meaning to write for a while!

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Katsuki watched as a group of young women mobbed Izuku in the street, gushing praise over his fighting skills – trained by fighting Katsuki – enthusing over his new moves – which Katsuki had seen months ago, thank you very much – and telling him how cool he looked as he punched stupid-ass villains in the face – that one was just a flat out lie, Izuku hadn’t looked cool a day in his life. He was so damn fed up with Izuku’s little fanclub, always ready and waiting at the police barricades, waving their green flags and cheering ‘Deku! Deku! Deku!’ like a bunch of stupid parrots who hadn’t learned any other words yet.

“Dynamite, a moment?”

Katsuki balled his hands into fists, but turned around to face the reporter, nodding faintly as she took a wary step closer – they were always so nervous approaching him, not like the way they approached Izuku, but honestly he was kind of glad. He didn’t think he could put up with the way fans and the media spoke to Izuku, day in and day out.

“Can you tell us a little about the villain you just captured?”

“Sure,” he grunted, taking one last glance at Izuku before he turned to give the reporter his attention. “He was pretty wimpy, to be honest. Thought he could use his laser eye quirk to break into a bank vault without being noticed. Newsflash, that’s a pretty damn obvious quirk to anyone walking by.”

“Then what was it about the incident that brought both you and Deku running over?”

“There was a possibility of him having backup,” Katsuki explained, with every ounce of patience he possessed. “He could have been breaking in while his cohorts waited in the shadows, ready to take over and get in there, in which case a single hero could have been overwhelmed, if we’d only staffed for that one guy.”

“That makes sense! But no one emerged on this occasion?”

“No. He just seemed kind of desperate, really. He didn’t put up much of a fight.”

“There seems to have been a rise in this kind of attempted villain attack, recently. Do you think this is a symptom of some larger organisation at work, again?”

“I think it’s a symptom of our society failing them,” Katsuki shrugged. “So many people are working ridiculous hours just to make ends meet, are struggling to feed their families, or working so much that they never see their families, and it’s hard to see any kind of light at the end of the tunnel when you’re just working yourself to death every day with no end in sight. Of course people are going to turn to something like a bank heist, when they’re that desperate.”

“So you approve of these activities?”

“Fuckin’ obviously not, would I be here if I did? I just think we should be doing more to help them and shit, instead of letting them suffer. You been grocery shopping lately? Food prices are insane. No one working a full-time job should be struggling to feed themself. Hell, no one should be struggling to feed themself, regardless of how much they’re working. None of us asked to be born, it just happened, so why are we forced to spend our whole lives working at shitty jobs just to earn the basic necessities?”

The reporter blinked at him, lost for words for once, and Katsuki took a step back, waving faintly at the camera.

“Alright, I’m off to stop some more assholes from making huge mistakes, later.”

He headed over to where Izuku still stood, awkwardly trying to extricate himself from a bunch of big-boobed women trying to get his attention and snap selfies, but when he cleared his throat loudly, the crowd dissipated quickly.

“Come on, nerd, we have work to do.”

“Coming Kacchan!” Izuku grinned, gently shaking off the last of the stubborn fans. “Bye everyone, it was nice to meet you!”

He hurried after Katsuki, only slowing once they were side by side, and bumping their shoulders together lightly as they walked.

“Good job today, Kacchan!”

“You won’t think that once you see the news.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

When they were clear of the cameras, Izuku reached out, linking their fingers together, and like that they walked home – hand in hand, just quietly enjoying each other’s company. They’d been together long enough that they no longer needed anything loud or fancy, just being in each other’s company was enough.

“Dibs on first shower,” Izuku announced, when he stepped through the front door. “I feel gross.”

“Probably all those sweaty boobs being rubbed all over you.”

“Kacchan! That is not what happened. Be nice to my fans!”

“Looked that way from where I stood, nerd.”

Izuku just rolled his eyes, grabbing a towel to head for the shower rather than get into an argument – if he was entirely honest, Katsuki always won anyway, so it wasn’t worth arguing at the best of times. The moment the hot water began pouring down his back, he moaned, savouring the heat that slowly seeped into his muscles. There were few things in life better than standing in a hot shower after a long patrol, and most of them he could get later, courtesy of his boyfriend.

When his stomach began to growl, he limped back out into the world, already lamenting the loss of the shower’s touch – Katsuki would be cooking by now, though, and one of the few things better than a hot shower, was a hot home-cooked meal made by his boyfriend. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he headed for the bedroom, ready to bundle up in comfy clothes for their relaxing night in. He pulled open his underwear drawer, cringing when it squeaked a little – there was one spot in the wood that always seemed to catch, and the noise irritated him every time. Somehow, Katsuki managed to get in and out of the room silently in the mornings, but Izuku couldn’t even figure out how to open his damn drawer quietly.

“What the hell?” he mumbled, digging through the neatly-folded piles of underwear. “Kacchan!”

Katsuki appeared in the doorway immediately, giving him that unfairly gorgeous smirk of his, and Izuku just sighed, holding up a pair of black-and-orange boxer shorts pointedly.

“What is this?” he asked defeatedly. “Where’s all my underwear?”

“Right in front of you,” Katsuki told him, folding his arms and leaning against the door frame. “Put it on, Deku.”

“Is this some kind of weird game?”

“Nope.”

“Some kind of kink?”

“Fuck no.”

“Then why, Kacchan? And more importantly, when?”

“You sleep like a dead man.”

“But the squeak!”

“What squeak?”

“The drawer squeak!”

He pushed it closed again to demonstrate, grimacing as he opened and shut it a few times, giving Katsuki a pointed look.

“Lift the damn drawer, nerd. You’re not pulling it out straight.”

“Nothing in this house is straight, why would I do that?”

“Very funny. Put them on.”

Izuku lifted the handle a little as he pulled, both delighted and infuriated when it didn’t make a sound – he was so damn glad it was over, but the fact that it had been such a simple fix the entire time made him inexplicably mad.

Resigned, he picked out a pair of Official Dynamite-branded underwear, ditching his towel, and Katsuki wolf-whistled at him, making him stumble as he pulled them on.

“Looking good, nerd,” Katsuki teased. “Much better.”

“Why are you like this?” Izuku sighed, cracking a smile all the same. “Really, what’s going on?”

Katsuki stepped closer, his hand hot where it landed on Izuku’s bare waist, and leaned in, his lips right beside Izuku’s ear.

“Your fangirls have been all over you recently,” he whispered. “Not that I can blame them for wanting a piece of this ass.”

“And what, you’re being possessive?” Izuku asked, smiling a little wider. “Kacchan that’s so petty.”

“Not at all,” Katsuki snorted. “But this way, if any of them try to get in your pants, they'll have to go through me first"