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“Kacchan, please ?” Izuku begged. “I want to go to this concert so bad.”
“You can totally go,” Katsuki said, his gaze not wavering from the screen in front of him. He leisurely sipped his tea, huffing whenever he read something stupid on the news.
“I don’t want to go alone!” Izuku said, leaning on the counter next to him. He was tapping his fingers against the countertop relentlessly, like he couldn’t seem to sit still. Katsuki couldn’t stand the sound, but he tried his best to ignore it. He’d gotten used to Izuku’s restlessness.
“Someone should probably go with you then,” Katsuki said nonchalantly. He didn’t want to give Izuku what he wanted, not yet. Even though he also really, really wanted to go to that concert.
“Yeah, probably,” Izuku said, voice trailing off. He stilled for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. Katsuki watched as he started tapping his fingers together, moving, but making no sound.
“Will you go with me, Kacchan?” Izuku asked. His grin was almost blinding, since it was all teeth. Katsuki sighed, pretending that answering him was some sort of chore. It wasn’t. Not even close.
“I guess ,” Katsuki grumbled, but then he let a small smile peek through his lips, and he watched as Izuku’s face lit up in return.
“Yes!” Izuku yelled, punching the air like he just got the new high score on an old arcade game. Katsuki shook his head, putting his teacup to the side.
“Have you bought tickets?” he asked.
“Nah, not yet. They’re not super popular so I figured it wouldn’t be an issue? They went on sale yesterday,” Izuku rambled, pulling up the site on his phone to show Katsuki that they were, in fact, still available. Katsuki was going to be severely disappointed if he’d gotten his hopes up and the tickets were sold out. It would also mean he’d have to deal with a disappointed Izuku, and that was honestly ten times worse. He’d see nothing but sad puppy eyes for days.
“They’re not even that expensive,” Izuku commented. Like it would matter anyway, with their salaries.
“Cool,” Katsuki said. He watched as Izuku clicked away and then he heard the confirmatory ding when Izuku finished purchasing the tickets. A second later, he got a notification on his own phone when Izuku emailed him a digital copy of the receipt.
“Don’t pay me back though,” Izuku said hurriedly, “it’s on me.”
“Whatever.” Katsuki would pay him back later. Maybe slip the cash in his wallet when he wasn’t looking. He was never going to admit that to him, though.
“Wait, when is it even?” Katsuki asked. “I don’t even know what the fuck I just signed up for.”
“I.. showed you the tickets. It said it right there -”
“Okay, well, I didn’t fucking pay attention!”
“Clearly,” Izuku huffed, but he pulled the website back up anyway. “It’s this weekend. We both have that night off.” Katsuki just rolled his eyes and said nothing. Izuku leaned over and flicked him in the forehead. Ow.
Katsuki reached out and snatched his wrist playfully, twisting it into a standing arm bar. Izuku struggled a little, but eventually gave up, laughing. Serves him right. No one flicks Katsuki’s forehead without getting beat in return. Not even Izuku.
“I’m gonna go shower,” Izuku said. Katsuki waved him off. He found himself watching as Izuku walked away, and he mentally slapped himself. He needed to get some sleep.
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The day of the concert came, and Katsuki thought he was prepared. Izuku did not think he was prepared.
“What are you wearing?” Izuku asked. He sounded downright offended. Katsuki glanced in the mirror at his sweatpants and hoodie.
“It’s an outdoor venue. You’re not gonna catch me fuckin’ shivering like a little bitch,” Katsuki said. Izuku put his hands on his hips like he had any sort of authority over Katsuki or his clothes.
“And you look like you just woke up,” Izuku said. “We have to leave and you look like you just woke up!”
“I didn’t know there was a dress code!”
“It’s a concert , Kacchan.”
“Is that supposed to mean something?” Izuku didn’t respond and instead turned on his heel and walked out of Katsuki’s room. Katsuki didn’t move, still contemplating how quickly he could escape before Izuku would notice. Izuku returned a minute later, a pile of clothes overflowing in his arms.
“Oh hell no,” Katsuki said once he spotted the first pair of jeans.
“I think what you meant to say was, hell yes,” Izuku said.
“Don’t put words in my mouth.” But Katsuki complied anyway, because comfortability be damned, he wanted to know what he would look like in a pair of tight jeans.
He almost didn’t think the pants were going to fit over his thighs, but after an excessive amount of jumping, he eventually zipped and buttoned them over his waist. Izuku whistled as he admired himself in the mirror. Katsuki couldn’t help the light blush that spread over his face, but he kept his eyes averted downward.
“Shut up,” Katsuki groaned. Izuku stammered for a moment before falling silent behind him. Katsuki picked up a red shirt from the pile Izuku brought in and tossed it on. It was a normal t-shirt, but it was v-necked, revealing even more of his toned muscles, as if the skin tight pants weren’t enough.
“Can we go?” Katsuki asked, turning around. Izuku just nodded and basically ran for the door. Katsuki didn’t even get a glimpse of his face. He grabbed his wallet and phone and followed Izuku to the car.
“I didn’t realize concerts required sexy attire,” Katsuki mumbled as he slid into the passenger’s seat.
“Uh, they don’t require it, I guess?” Izuku said, “It’s just kind of an unspoken rule.”
Katsuki pulled out his phone and opened his camera. He fanned it down himself again, making sure that he actually looked okay. Who knows, maybe Izuku was trying to deceive him. Katsuki finally let himself look at Izuku’s outfit, now that the man himself wasn’t paying attention.
Izuku was wearing similar jeans, just as tight, but black, while Katsuki’s were light colored denim. Izuku’s had multiple rips, revealing some of his upper thighs. His shirt cut off right at the waistband of his jeans, and it was also black, v-necked, and tight . Katsuki could tell that the second Izuku raised his arms up, the shirt was going to go with them.
Katsuki angled the phone so it captured both of them.
“Smile, Izu,” Katsuki said, sending a smirk of his own towards the camera. Izuku shot the camera a smile. Katsuki was in for a long night.