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Izuku doing this trend, sending Kacchan a spicy text with a photo of him in his specially made jockstrap in Dynamight’s colours.
And Katsuki, he coughs the wine he just drank out of his fucking nose. “Holy fuck.”
“Brat, is everything okay?” Mitsuki asks her son,—
katsuki with a hand on izuku’s lower back, paying for his dinner, pulling out his chair, opening doors, picking him up, making him food, at his every beck and call so people just assume they are together which is why it’s such a shocker when katsuki admits that they aren’t.