Secret Admirer [Bakugatsu Day 14]

Izuku frowned when he found the little paper bag in his backpack, pulling it out to examine. He didn't remember putting anything like that in his bag, had it slipped in with his books? Did someone else get their bags mixed up? He turned it over and found a little note scribbled on the outside, squinting to read the crumpled paper.

"Enjoy. From your secret admirer."

He blushed, but peeled the tape off anyway, peeking inside to find a metal object waiting for him. It fell into his hand lightly and he gaped at it, scrambling to hold it up to the light. The metal was shiny and new, etched with dark lines that carved out All Might's likeness. He'd seen pictures of them online, but after thirty blind boxes he still hadn't come across the rare item, and now that it sat in his hand for real he found himself shaking.

Katsuki turned around to scowl at him and Izuku smiled sheepishly, holding it up to show him.

"It's so cool, Kacchan!"

"Fuckin' nerd," Katsuki huffed, turning back to his books. "Stop shaking my chair."

"Sorry!"

He stilled his shaking, glancing at the keychain one more time before he carefully slipped it away to add to his collection.

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The next gift came a week later, left at the door of his dorm. He came across it as he returned to his room, picking up the little box and inspecting it. 

"Relax. -Secret Admirer."

Inside he found a little green gift set, loaded with bathbombs and gels and lotions, and he took a deep breath as he opened the top. It smelled sweet – lime and coconut, he was pretty sure – and he hummed to himself as he paused for a moment to relish it. He was covered in mud from their afternoon classes anyway, the damp weather as of late resulting in a lot of mud and general grossness during training, so what better time to go relax and take a bath?

He added his new possessions to his shower bag, throwing a towel and some clean clothes over his shoulder, and shuffled his way back down to the baths to get clean.

A few of his classmates were already there, scrubbing away their own training messes, and he smiled at the bright words that greeted him. They'd only been apart for ten minutes, but still his friends always seemed so happy to see him, it made Izuku feel warmer than a bath ever could.

"Hi Kacchan," he said softly, as he put his stuff down at the next bench over. "Smell this."

"Haah?!"

Izuku shoved the green bottle under his nose, grinning when Katsuki sniffed it reluctantly. 

"It smells so good, Kacchan!"

"Yeah, whatever."

He looked away as Izuku took the bottle back, sniffing it once more and sighing appreciatively before he stripped and headed for a stall.

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A month later, the scarf showed up. It was blood-red, incredibly soft, and he'd wound it around his neck the moment he found it in his shoe locker. He nuzzled into it happily, humming in his happiness, until Ochako caught him and he stopped to smile sheepishly.

"It was a gift!" he explained. "Feel it!"

She stroked one end, her face lighting up as she quickly brought it to her cheek.

"It's like silk!" she marvelled. "Only warmer!"

When he finally reached for his shoes he was surprised to feel the same material again, but when he saw the attached note he smiled wide all over again.

"To match your nose and ears when you walk home in the cold. -SA"

He pulled the matching gloves on and tucked the note into his bag, ready to add to the collection when he got back to his dorm, and kicked his shoes on to head out.

"Ready?" Ochako asked.

"Super ready! I'll be warm even if it snows now!"

Ochako giggled at his delight, nodding faintly.

"They look good on you, too. You look nice in red!"

"Thanks!"

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It was barely another week before the notebook arrived. Izuku almost cried when he unwrapped it – his hero analysis book was down to its last few pages, and he was conserving every space he could until he could make it to a store for a new one.

"Your notes deserve more than a cheap school book. -SA"

He'd trembled as he peeled off the note, sticking it to the desk in his bedroom, and carefully unwrapped the book. It was a shiny black hardcover, almost too classy for him, with gold letters embossed on the front.

"Hero Analysis" the title read, with another note stuck right beneath, "(for right now)."

He set the book down and walked out of his room immediately, trembling as he waited in the elevator. His fist landed heavily on the door he wanted, vision blurry with his tears, and after a moment the door was torn open on a scowl. 

"Kacchan!" he bleated, throwing his arms around the blond's neck. "You're so amazing!"

"Haah?!" he demanded, cheeks burning. "What the fuck, nerd?!"

"It's so beautiful and I'm so happyyyyy!"

"Haaaah?!"

He tore himself off, rubbing stubbornly at his eyes, looking up at Katsuki with every ounce of determination he possessed.

"I like you, Kacchan. I always liked you."

Katsuki froze, eyes wide as he took in the words, stammering a little as he tried to speak.

"Y-Yeah. Okay." He nodded faintly. "Um. I... I l- l-"

"I know, Kacchan," Izuku smiled, hugging him tight again. "I know."

"Was the notebook too obvious?" he asked quietly, hands tentatively landing on Izuku's back.

"Don't be silly, Kacchan, I've known all along," Izuku giggled. "You think I didn't recognise your handwriting?"

"Haaah?!" Katsuki shoved him off, glaring again when Izuku only continued to laugh. "Why the fuck didn't you say anything?!"

"It was cute!"

"Fuck you!"

Izuku grinned, following Katsuki into his room when he stormed off, and to his delight Katsuki made no move to stop him.

"The bath set was really nice too, it helped me relax a lot!" he praised. "And it had a lip balm in it too, I didn't know how dry my lips were until I tried it!"

"I could have told you that, dumbass."

"You've been looking at my lips?"

Katsuki blushed, and Izuku took a step closer, still beaming as he looked up at deep red eyes. 

"I kept thinking about how it would taste," he grumbled. "It was a mistake to buy it."

"You wanna find out? I'm wearing it now."

Izuku leaned in even closer, and slowly Katsuki tilted his head, letting Izuku press their lips together gently. He could feel the nerd smile into him, but he didn't bother to protest, spreading his fingers wide over the small of Izuku's back to hold him closer.

"Tastes good," he smirked, when they finally parted. "Might have to do more of that."

"Will you still buy me presents if you're already getting kisses?"

"If you insist. Greedy asshole."

"I'd settle for just the cute notes!"

"Presents are easier."

"Kacchaaaaan!" he whined, pouting a little when Katsuki smirked. "Date me, okay?"

"Yeah."

"Really?!"

"Really, nerd."

He flung his arms around Katsuki for a third time, but this time Katsuki didn't hesitate to hug him back, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head as they lingered.

"HOLY SHIT!" he heard from the hallway, looking up just in time to see Eijirou run away. "IT FINALLY HAPPENED!"

"Fuck! SHITTY HAIR! CUT THE SHIT!"

"I'M TELLING EVERYONE!"

He almost pulled away to chase his asshole friend down, but Izuku's grip was just a little too warm to resist. He grumbled to himself, but when Izuku rose to his tiptoes and pressed another kiss to his lips, even that ceased immediately.

"It's okay," Izuku grinned. "If they all know, we can hold hands in public!"

"You wanna hold my hand?"

"Of course I do!"

"Fine. You can. Later. Right now, more kissing."

"Deal!"

"Just let me close the fucking door first."