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Izuku was having the time of his life!
Until he wasn’t.
His agency had given him a year long mission in America; where hopes and dreams, and the best debuts occur. He needed this. He needed to publicity, as a hero fresh out of U.A., still a youngster in the world of heroism.
So yeah, when the opportunity showed its face he was over the moon! He started planning immediately. Hell, he even downloaded duolingo (the app was a tad scary, but it was nothing he couldn’t deal with… right?)
… There was just one problem.
His crush wouldn’t be going with him. Kacchan, that is.
He didn’t get the same offer he had.
Go figure, it was a one person job! He’d be under the wing of multiple heroes as a glorified intern of sorts. There just wasn’t enough room for anybody else.
The above leading him to his current situation. Him and Kacchan, together , at a bowling alley. No, don’t ask him why he wanted to go bowling. He was just in the mood, alright? He’s never done it before, so why not give it a try! It might be fun!
“Ha! Look at that Deku! A straight zero? How the fuck did you manage that one?” Kacchan teased, leaning over their- frankly way too large- table, prodding at the straw in his water.
Izuku could feel the warmth of a blush spread up to his cheeks. So what if he was bad at bowling? Kacchan was so heartless, so callous to him… but he couldn’t lie and say that the smirk on his face wasn’t cute. Because, holy guacamole, was it cute.
“I’m not that bad…”
“Yes. Yes you are,” Kacchan giggled.
Oh holy night, he just giggled . Since when did he do that? Why is it that today is the day that he has to do that? Be as cute as… cute . Izuku wouldn’t be able to take it. He’d break. Literally. He’ll accidentally break his bones. Again. It was like he was 15, back in his first year of U.A.!
Izuku sulked back to his spot on the blindingly red couch. Kacchan stood, stretching out in a way similar to that of a cat.
Izuku watched Kacchan pick up the heaviest ball of the bunch, and step in front of their row. He leaned down into a crouch, almost bending all the way to the knee and threw the ball. Or at least it seemed like it by how fast the ball rolled down the wood and into the pins. His roll was completely straight, serving to prove his mastery over bowling. Which of course, was stunning. As per usual.
Kacchan told him this was his first time bowling. Of course he wasn’t lying, but this just wasn’t fair anymore.
“Strike!” Kacchan shouted, pumping his fist into the air. “Betcha can’t even get one pin out!”
Ok, so maybe he felt a little mad at that statement. Was that a challenge? If so, challenge accepted! He can at least get one pin, can’t he?
Izuku glanced upwards, letting his eyes bore into Kacchan. He only got a smirk in turn.
He smiled. “Alright! I’m sure I can get one pin down!” He stood and made his way over to the rack.
His eyes glanced down at the ball rack, and then up above him to the glowing television screen showing both his and Kacchans names. Kacchan had 90 points, while he had… well, zero. But he was going to change that! Right now! He grappled with the purple-ish ball. It was the largest.
Then, he decided to mimic the move Kacchan had made. He leaned down, looking like a track star about to run, and brought his hand up in front of him with the ball to gain more momentum and power in the roll he would make.
The yellow light poured into a glisten on his back. He was the star of the show, and the people in the red couches behind him were the audience waiting still, silent compared to the adrenaline rush in his mind.
Kacchan shifted upwards in his seat.
Izuku swung his arm backward, prepared to make a strike, if only just this once-
And like a newbie playing Wii bowling for the first time, accidentally lost his grip and threw the ball behind him, if the gasps of shock were anything to go by. Now, don’t get him wrong; Izuku knew he was a strong guy. He knew.
He knew that the ball was gonna ‘Detroit Smash’ its way into the light above.
Izuku nearly collapsed when he heard the light shatter, Kacchans shrieking laughter, the children crying and their mothers yelling (protective) profanities.
And then he actually did collapse when he was told that he had to leave the premises, as well as pay the fines soon to show up in his mailbox. How is he going to explain this to his mother?
But worst of it all was Kacchan.
The two of them were now exiting the bowling alley.
And it was raining cats and dogs, holy shit. It was pouring. Luckily, neither of them seemed to care about getting wet.
Kacchan couldn’t seem to stop laughing, further embarrassing Izuku. It wasn’t that funny. It wasn’t! Kacchan always had a rather mean sense of humor. Izuku failing at something like this definitely fit in. He pouted, crossing his arms.
“Ok, ok I get it-”
“And- and then you-” Kacchan burst into a flurry of snorts and giggles “ wham. It went flying so fa- So fucking fast into that light! Oh- oh my god! I thought you were-” He took a large breath in. “I thought you had it for a second there!”
“I- I know…”
“Maybe it wasn’t meant to be, loser…” Kacchan said teasingly. At least the laughter had stopped.
“Shush up!”
“‘Shush up,’ what are you, twelve?”
“Maybe!” Now he had to get defensive. He didn’t typically like cussing, mainly for the fact that when and if he did it had more power. People would take it more seriously when he got angry or upset. Unlike Kacchan, who always seemed angry or upset.
“That’s cute,” Kacchan… blushed? Wait. Did he just call him cute? Holy shit, was this happening? Izuku could wring this for all it’s worth! Kacchan still thinks he’s cute! Even after that… mess…
“Me? Cute? You shouldn’t have!” Izuku bumped into his side, so his shoulders nudged him a little. Two could tango with the game of teasing!
“... Don’t act like you haven’t called me cute before, nerd…” The blonde mumbled, looking anywhere but at him.
Since when had Izuku called him cute… out loud…
Oh no.
“You, uh,” Kacchan continued. “Called me cute earlier. You were mumbling about it? Did you mean that?”
Of course he did.
“Of course I do!” He smiled. “Do you?”
“What do you mean?”
“When you called me cute earlier,” they had both stopped at a stop sign by now. The sky was bleary and dark. Stormy. Kacchan had no sharpness to his hair. It was squished against his forehead, strands sticking to his cheeks. He kinda looked like a wet cat. Izuku would bet money that his appearance matched, though.
“Well- Yeah. I do.” Kacchan seemed more confident in his answer, meeting Izuku’s eyes. The same red as they always have been. The same red they always will be. Fiery, even during a storm. Warm, even in cold weather like now.
And the next thing Izuku knew, Kacchans lips were on his own, and his hands were holding his cheeks together. Izuku felt himself melt into the kiss, pushing back into it with his own lips.
And everything felt more right than ever before.
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