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Hi there!

So, with TWTS over halfway done, I need to start focusing on my next big #BakuDeku Ao3 story!

My Driver/Passengers on Patreon, please check out this post (linked ⬇️) and give me some insight into which story I should do next.

Wanna try to narrow down to 3 choices!

It's Katsuki's B-day! His story (and lots of big things) will be on Patreon, so join us!

Here's the #BakuDeku✍️Schedule

Tu: Next Ao3 Story Poll (Patreon)
Wed: Exclusive Monthly Story (Patreon)
Th: Sneak Peek TWTS (Patreon)
Fr: TWTS Ch13
Sat: Winter Cute meet 🧵
Sun: LH Ch27

The end! Again, this is a semi-late b-day present for Roasty, so I hope they're happy.

From now on, most of my threads for twitter will be on @saptwilight, so if you liked this story, follow me there!

But obviously they're gonna be the same here! haha just in case you're on both platforms!

But then a hand knocks the phone onto the mattress. A gravely voice skims his ear while newly familiar skin presses to his back. "Oi, Freckles. Stop ignoring me for your damn phone."

He squeaks when he's tugged back, lips and mind distracted by Kacchan.

And their story begins.

Izuku's ears steam the whole walk to the restaurant.

In the morning, Izuku wakes up to find him and Kacchan's date all over social media. Some are happy, others crying. Few are furious a 'quirkless nobody' takes Kacchan off the market.

No matter their reaction, it's a lot.

When they leave, Kacchan's back in his turtleneck, fingers linked casually between Izuku's. He locks the door, realizing after what's on the counter.

"Oh, Kacchan, your shirts are-"

"It's fine." Lips brush his nape, Izuku feeling his grin. "I'll grab them... in the morning."

Finally, the eye-contact is too much, the exchange too deep. Izuku snaps his eyes shut and falls into the moment, simmering in the warmth of Kacchan's body around him.

And the hero keeps his word; he kisses Izuku long enough that his mouth aches pleasantly as he goes to change.

The shock and excitement swirl together, and Izuku clumsily kisses back. He's never shared a kiss with his eyes open, but he's a little scared he'll blink and everything will go away.

Maybe Kacchan's nervous too, cause he keeps his relaxed gaze as he slides an arm around Izuku.

So he does what Uravity says; he takes a shot.

He wraps his arms around Kacchan's shoulders, whispering. "Only if you'll kiss me after dinner, too-"

Kacchan doesn't wait for him to finish, kissing the words right off his mouth.

Izuku's eyes widen, Kacchan's going half-lidded.

In this moment, it's not Dynamight, the pro-hero who saved the world, and Deku, a quirkless cafe owner trying to avoid burning himself with coffee.

It's just Kacchan, a guy who (for some reason) likes Izuku enough to ask for a kiss.

Just two people who... maybe feel the same.

'Oh'. Izuku suddenly sees what Uravity meant before about Kacchan. How he's bold and brash, is perfect at showing off his skill.

Kacchan can obviously see how bright Izuku's face is, and can probably hear his pounding heart. Still, he asks.

Like Izuku's worth the soft caution.

Izuku isn't sure where he gets the strength to speak. "W-what's the question?"

Kacchan leans close, nose brushing Izuku's. Their eyes stay locked, and Izuku trembles when a palm slides over his jaw. A hand that saves lives with its power holds his face gently.

"Can I kiss you?"

"I'm gonna ask something. Then I'm gonna kiss you." Kacchan's words make Izuku's head spin. He grabs the counter to support his weak knees. "After that, I'll kiss you again and again, until the waitress at our table sees how pretty your bruised lips are."

That... sounds amazing.

"Well, I didn't want to assume, a-and you said you wanted a t-shirt!"

Before he can logic away his stupidity (Kacchan IS wearing the shirt, after all), Kacchan storms around the counter, ignoring all protocols about clients when he crowds Izuku against it.

"Kacchan, what are-"

He isn't sure if he's smitten or offended. But he has a thing for sweet and sour candy, so maybe it's the same for men-

Izuku's heart leaps into his throat when Kacchan looks at him. "I asked to meet you alone. Texted you all week. Changed and showered before coming here."

"Dinner?" Izuku says it like it's a foreign word.

Kacchan rolls his eyes, arms crossing. "For our date."

Izuku feels like they're speaking different languages. "Da-Dat-Date?!"

"Oh my God." Kacchan's head drops back, staring up at the ceiling. "Had to be the cutest dumbass."

"Did you want me to get you a bag for the other shirts?" Izuku asks, glancing to the crumpled up turtleneck on the counter. "I don't know if you're planning to wear that home or-"

"Hah?" Kacchan scowls at him. "What do I look like, Dunce Face? I can't wear this to dinner."

After shaking his head to clear out the fuzz, he takes in Kacchan and smiles. "Oh, wow. The orange looks great."

"Obviously. I picked it." Kacchan moves, as if checking the range of the shirt. "Nice job, Freckles."

He didn't do anything, but he still flushes at the praise.

"Don't pass out," is the cocky tease as he lifts his arms, probably flexing his stomach on purpose while he wiggles on the shirt.

It's honestly a perfect set of abs, so Izuku doesn't blame him.

But they vanish under the orange fabric, and Izuku feels like he can breathe again.

"Ka-Kacchan!" Izuku covers his eyes... kinda. Okay, maybe his fingers part a bit, but its only to double-check that he's not dreaming.

But nope, all the beautifully scarred skin looks just as mouth-watering as it did the night Izuku found him.

Except Kacchan's watching him now.

"Thanks." Kacchan takes the three shirts, looking between the orange and the two black options before he tosses the latter onto the counter.

Izuku's confused, about to ask what's wrong with them, but his brain stalls.

Kacchan's tugging off his turtleneck in his book cafe.

The fingers curling on his shoulders are warm. Izuku wants to melt under the touch. He manages to keep his composure, finally breaking out from the hold to stumble around the counter.

"I got you the same size from last time." He pops up from his crouched position. "Here!"

It takes him a second to realize what might be implied by the color choices. "They just looked nice! And I a-already have the green and orange, so-"

"Yeah, yeah." Strong hands turn Izuku around and guide him deeper into the book cafe. "Give me my damn shirts, Princess."

"Duh. That's half the reason I'm here." Half? Uravity's words from before and his own hopeful dreaming cheers at the implication.

For now, he tries to stuff it down. "I also got black shirts with orange or green lettering, if you'd want those."

"Green, black, and orange, eh?"

From Kacchan's growing grin, he knows it. "Yeah, course you didn't. Ya little hero nerd."

Refusing to admit the nickname makes his stomach erupt with butterflies, Izuku glances away, thumb hiking over his shoulder. "I... I got the orange shirts in, if you wanted to see them."

"Um," Izuku swallows, unsure why he feels even more nervous than he had when he was practically naked their first meeting. "Hi, Kacchan."

"Freckles." Kacchan reaches out, tugging on his spotted cheek. "What, you forget about me?"

"Of course not!" he protests far too loudly.

Kacchan's not wearing his uniform, which surprises Izuku. He knows the hero had a shift today that went pretty late into the evening.

For Katsuki to be in the nice slacks and the form-fitting black turtleneck, he had to go home just to come back out again.

So why did he...

A knock on the cafe's door makes him jump, almost dropping the broom he's holding from his panic. Luckily, he snags it back, and when he looks up, he sees Kacchan watching him with a smirk.

Cheeks blazing, he rushes to lean the broom on the counter before moving to let him in.

And then, Kota is flipping the 'closed' sign around on his way out, Aizawa comes by to bring Eri home, and then Izuku is left alone.

Normally, he would be getting ready to take a shower and relax for the night, probably with some ice cream and a hero documentary.

But tonight-