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Katsuki had always been a troublemaker.
When he was a kid, moving around the country with his parents because of his mother’s work in the military hadn’t been a chore, but an opportunity to show off. His mother’s work had by far, always been the coolest job around the parents of his many groups of friends over the years.
She was a literal hero. Try to better that.
He always had felt smug at the awed expressions the other kids wore when he told them about her job. It helped him becoming popular really easily when he was a little kid.
His friends didn’t need to know the truth, of course. That his Mitsuki was an overbearing control freak, always trying to meddle in Katsuki's ideas and adventures. She always did that, nagging at Katsuki and grounding him if he did what he had planned.
Not that it ever stopped the boy, he only did it behind her back. So what if Katsuki liked to go up on the biggest trees and ended up breaking his arm? Or the time he rode his bike down the tallest hill, without breaks, and crashed against the curb ending up breaking his front teeth?
It was harmless fun. Nothing too serious.
As he grew up into his teenage years, Katsuki became better at hiding things from his mom and concealing the consequence of his adventures. In the end, he just liked to have a good time, even if she didn't like it, Katsuki was his own person, he should be able to do what he liked. If what he liked was to feel his heart beating up faster, pumping the blood on his veins with excitement, adrenaline, and danger, so that should be. The adrenaline rush he got when he did those things, was usually worth the times his mother discovered what he had been up to. The time she caught him smoking weed? That had been the lecture of a decade.
Now that Katsuki is an adult, he goes to college, lives on campus, has a steady group of friends, and is usually a lot tamer than when he was a teenager. He is up to no good only from time to time. Usually, it involves coming up with the best ideas and places to hang out with his friends.
Like this time.
Katsuki and his friends looked at the bar in front of them. A biker’s bar just outside of town. From what his friend from high school had told him, a party was happening there tonight. The place was owned by the local Moto Club, the Blackwhip Riders. They were celebrating some weird victory over other MC, but really, who cares? Katsuki certainly didn’t.
Personally, he always found the name Blackwhip Riders corny as fuck, not that he would ever say it out loud though. The guys were known for being dangerous when defied, but besides that, pretty tame concerning civilians. Also, Katsuki wasn’t planning to start a brawl tonight, Kirishima wouldn't have come if he did. For tonight, he just wanted to enjoy a few drinks, and make out with some of the hot bikers that were coming from out of state to never seen them again.
Sounded like a solid plan for him.
“Bakubro, are you sure this is a good idea?” Kirishima said laughing to try to hide his nervousness as his grip on his girlfriend tightened protectively. “This place doesn’t look safe.”
He rolled his eyes “Of course it's safe Kirishima. My friend told me that the Blackwhip's parties are safer than most. The guys have sort of a code or some shit like that. Nothing will happen with us here.” The blond smiled smugly. “We are protected civilians.”
Mina only smiled impishly. “Isn’t that the same friend that lied to you and made you help him steal a car when you were in high school, and then your mother had to bail you out of jail?”
He gave her a no-nonsense look but refused to answer her because, yes, it was that guy. Mina smiled victoriously as Katsuki started walking in front of them. “Hurry up losers, this party won’t wait for you.”
Katsuki opened the doors to the bar with Mina and Kirishima hot on his trail. He could feel his expression falling as he looked around. There wasn’t a party. By the look of it, it wasn’t even a busy night. No groupies, no clients beyond a small number of bikers from the Motor Club.
His expression closed off in a frown. They weren’t even hot.
He let out a loud huff crossing his arms over his chest. He had dressed up for this shit. Tight letter shorts that hugged his backside and a crop top that showed a good part of his flat and smooth stomach, pared with his favorite oversized bomber jacket and his knee-high fishnet socks.
He had even put on some lip gloss and body glitter.
He stomped to the bar, making the cute and freckled, slightly out of place, bartender let out a cute squeal when he got closer. “Oe, where is the party?”
The bartender looked him up and down with parted lips, clearly taking in the sexy look. Katsuki could feel his lips tugging up in the corner at the clear praise. But he was still too mad to let it infiltrate his features. He was promised a party. He snapped his fingers in front of the green eyes. “My eyes are up here perv.”
“Oh!” The greenette had the nerve to blush, coloring his freckled skin down to the neck. He was a cute little thing. “Unh… I’m sorry, but the party had to be postponed. Some of the high hanks of the club couldn’t make it so…” He looked at Katsuki and his friends sympathetically. “Have you guys come from far?”
Katsuki made a tsk sound sitting on the stools. Kirishima and Mina followed the movement striking a conversation with the bartender. “Actually no, we are students at the local college, someone told us about the party today and we decided to check it out. I’m Eijirou by the way, this is my girlfriend Mina.”
The bartender nodded with a smile and then looked eagerly at Katsuki. “And what is your name?”
Katsuki raised an eyebrow. “What’s yours?”
“I’m Deku.” The freckled man answered with a smile.
Alright, no real names then. Katsuki let a sly smile spread on his lips. The greenette picked his interest. “Then you can call me Kacchan.” He said in a melodic teasing voice.
Beside him, Kirishima groaned and Ashido giggled. That was Katsuki’s tone whenever he found his target of the night. Deku smiled at him, oblivious. “Well, it’s nice to meet you all! What do you think of a drink? Since you guys came all the way here on a weekday only to find that the party was canceled, the least I can do is offer you guys a round of drinks on the house!”
“That would be pretty nice. Thank you.” Ashido smiled at Deku as he left the bar, probably to find the boss and ask him if he could offer the three a drink. Katsuki watched him walk away. Yeah, he was cute alright.
“I can’t believe you want to fuck the bartender. Again” Kirishima groaned letting his head hit the counter.
“Well, I can.” Mina patted her boyfriend on the back grinning at Katsuki. “Kacchan right here has good taste.”
Damn right he had. Even if hidden by his oversized clothing, Katsuki could see at least the outline of a nice body on the bartender. Not even the baggy long-sleeved shirt could hide his broad shoulders. The man looked slightly out of place here, being all cute and shit. He was slightly shorter than Katsuki, with big innocent green eyes and a cute pattern of freckles covering his skin down to his collar. Katsuki found himself wondering how far down those freckles went.
Like Ashido said: good taste.
Deku came back and offered them a round of drinks on the house and struck a pleasant small talk. His smiles were polite, and every time Katsuki did or said anything slightly suggestive, he blushed down to his neck. It was way too entertaining making Deku blush. He also didn’t miss the way the other man's eyes fell to his lips or the exposed flesh of his tighs framed by the socks and the shorts or his smooth stomach, making the cute boy wet his own lips in reflex. When Deku realized that Kacchan realized what he was doing, the bartender averted his gaze, making Katsuki grin.
Shit, the greenette looked good enough to eat.
“The old president stepped out a while ago, this party was to celebrate the election of the new president of the MC, but unfortunately, many of the older members of the club are not…” Deku scratched his cheek wearing a nervous smile. “... available right now.”
“Does this have something to do with the confrontation with the other MC?” Katsuki asked in a low voice, so only the bartender could hear him. He didn’t want to provoke the MC members in any way by asking something like that, since he knew shit about what had happened.
Deku looked at him a little surprised, before smiling and nodding. “Yeah, something like that.”
Katsuki made an acknowledgment sound at the response, taking a sip of his drink. Mina and Eijirou were already lost in their private world. Deku took out his cellphone and sent a message when something caught Katsuki’s attention. He pointed to the little pendant hanging on the bartender's device. “Is that an All Might charm?” Deku’s whole face lightened up at the comment like he had seen the face of God. The cute bartender began rambling about the hero show he loved. Turn’s out Katsuki had also been a fan when he was little, and the bartender’s excitement over it had been a pleasant surprise. He sounded like an overly excited kid, now. Really cute.
It was too much for the blond to hold back. Mina and Eijirou had “went to the bathroom together.” So shamelessly, Katsuki stretched his slender body across the counter touching the bartender’s upper arm over the long-sleeved shirt. "Well if you are that interested in heroes, maybe I could be yours, and save your night? I would give you the night of a lifetime." He said flirtatiously and winked. He smirked when the greenette blushed, letting his gaze fall to Katsuki’s lips again.
"My shift ends in two hours." The man said with his voice a little over a whisper. Still transfixed on Kacchan's lips. " I have a room upstairs".
"Aren't you precious?" Katsuki teased. He brought Deku closer to him by the collar and whispered straight into the other man’s ear. “Are you sure you can hold back that long?” The green eyes looked up at him, flashing. Katsuki felt a thrill running over his spine. Quietly Deku watched him for a few seconds then he finally spoke, in a low voice. “I’m going to close the bar.”
Kacchan waited for Deku at the bar counter. The place would still be open for the club members, he would send Kirishima and Ashido a message later. When Deku finished, he led Katsuki upstairs by the hand. Too precious.
He was ready to let the boy ravished by the end of the night.
There was a corridor full of closed doors upstairs, but the place was silent, Kacchan couldn’t even hear the music downstairs. Deku opened the door to his room. It caught Katsuki by surprise, the room was way nicer, bigger, and cleaner than he had expected. But the room had been far from the biggest surprise of the night.
Before he could even fully process the place, the door was closed behind them with a loud ‘thud’, Deku hoisted Kacchan by the waist, hooking the blond’s legs around his back and grabbing his butt, holding him in place.
With one. Fucking. Arm.
Deku’s free hand moved up to Katsuki's neck bringing their mouths together at a rough pace, punishing kiss, bitting down at Katsuki’s bottom lip when the blond tried to end the kiss, keeping their mouths together. Katsuki almost didn't register it as, at the same time, Deku pinned his body against the wall grinding against him.
Deku was hard.
And fuck, he was big too.
Kacchan had the sudden feeling the night wouldn't end up as he had first imagined.
Not that he was complaining. Katsuki grinded back against Deku’s as he felt his own erection growing by the second. Being manhandled by a, surprisingly, strong man was a bigger turn-on than he had ever imagined. Katsuki couldn't hold back his sounds. He felt neglected and overwhelmed by the strong callused hands holding him in place. He wanted them to touch more of him.
He moaned as he shamelessly rubbed himself against Deku, who eat up all of it like a starved man. Suddenly the wall wasn't on his back anymore, Deku carried him around easily like the blond weighted a freaking feather.
Deku’s fingers kneaded harder on his backside before letting go of Kacchan, throwing him on the bed. Katsuki didn’t dare to move, both with heavy breaths as Deku looked down at him from the end of the bed, eyes heavy with lust trailing through the blond slender frame, the exposed thighs, stomach, and the outline of his hard cock. Deku licked his lips, pushing his hair back, before taking off his own shirt.
Katsuki felt his breath catching on his throat.
Holy shit.
The man was built. Under that long-sleeved baggy shit. Deku was a pure wall of muscle. His arms were also full of scars and burn marks that only gave him a dangerous aura. The man's previously innocent gaze had now a predatory flash barely hidden. Kacchan felt a shiver running down his spine at the hedonistic picture in front of him, straight to his dick, making it jump with interest. The greenette smirked. He had caught that.
"Strip" Deku said in a low commanding tone, the voice of someone not used to being denied what he wanted. Katsuki wondered if he should tease the man a little bit, play a little hard to get, but the dark promise in Deku's eyes quickly made him change his mind.
The night would be better if he complied.
Besides, he was way too eager to keep a facade now.
Slowly Kacchan slid down from his jacket, his top, and his shorts, turning around to the bartender and wiggling his butt a little as he took off the last piece. The blond could swear he heard a growl and had to bite back the dumb smile that was threatening to take over him. He felt the large hands turn him around making him fall back to the bed in a rough motion.
The way Deku's gaze zeroed on his pierced nipple felt like a victory so Katsuki let lips curl into a smirk at this. When Deku looked back at his face, he smiled, joining the blond on the bed. He took something out of his combat boots. "When I say for you to strip Kacchan,” Katsuki felt the cold sharp metal against his skin. A pocket knife. "I mean everything.”
In a single clean, clearly practiced movement, Deku cut his new boxers off, throwing them on the floor together with the knife. Katsuki was fully hard at this point, he could hear his heartbeat on his ears. The sudden contact of the cold air on his dick, combined with what had just happened, took the air out from his lungs. But frustratingly, Deku refused to touch the member. His eyes fell to Katsuki tighs, caressing over the stockings with a hand, smiling. “But I think we can keep those, don’t you agree?”
Deku kneeled on the bed, taking full hold of Katsuki’s slender thighs bringing the blond hard against him. Katsuki closed his eyes, biting down a moan as he felt the bartender’s callused fingers tracing a path from his nipple, slightly flickering the pierced one, down to his lower half, but not quite touching where he needed him to.
His eyes suddenly snapped open as he felt the hot breath against his chest. Before he could protest (not that he would), Deku's blazing mouth was over his pierced nipple, sliding his tongs in circles over it, before finishing it in a rough tug. "Ah! Fuck, Deku!"
A low satisfied sound was produced against his neck, as the greenette placed sloppy open-mouthed kisses on the exposed flesh. Katsuki let out a long moan, only to be followed by Deku’s chuckles.
"You look so beautiful needy like this Kacchan." Despite the personality shift, Deku's voice stayed the same. The flush on his face spread to his chest, his eyes flashing. "So beautiful and ready for me. You've been ready all night, right?" Deku whispered at Kacchan’s earlobe, tracing its contours with his tongue. Katsuki squirmed and Deku laughed, biting the flesh.
"Shit Deku... Touch me… Fuck..." He asked again moving his hips up from the bed looking in vain for more contact. Deku ignored his pleas.
"You've been eye-fucking me all night. Shamelessly. In front of your friends. In front of the whole bar. I should've taken you there and then. They already could smell your heat.” His hand gripped tighter at Katsuki’s inner thigh and pressing down at his flat stomach. Too close to where he needed them to go, but Deku refused to give it to him. “We might as well have shown them." Katsuki whimpered at the thought. Deku smiled. "Would you have liked that Kacchan,? Being claimed in front of the whole club? Having your friends watch as you whined on top of my cock?"
“Shit, Deku!” He groaned out, frustrated. He wanted those hands on him, on his dick, the teasing was driving him insane. He needed Deku’s hands on him. “Need your hands on me Deku! Give it to me, babe.”
Deku shook his head, smiling. The fucker was having fun with this. His eyes were full of heat that pooled at Katsuki’s stomach. “Tsk, tsk, tsk… My hands are already on you Kacchan.” The man feigned exasperation. “You have to be more specific if you want something different.” Deku engulfed Katsuki’s dick with his big warm hand, but only for a second, before leaving to stroke the blond’s inner thigh again. Katsuki let out a loud cry. “Use your words. Clearly.” At the last word, he moved the hand down to tease Katsuki’s hole.
"Fuck! I want you to touch me! I want you to fuck me, I want your dick inside me, Deku, I need you inside me, dammit! Please..." Katsuki’s voice came out pleading, dammit, he never pleaded for anything in his life, but the glint on the other man’s eyes showed that there was only a way of getting what he wanted. He was entirely at the other man's mercy tonight.
As soon as the word left his lips, the smile Deku wore was handsomely devilish. "Okay, Kacchan. I can do that for you."
Deku stretched over him reaching for his nightstand taking a bottle of lube and a condom. Deku's hand was hot rough and big, his fingers were larger the Katsuki’s own. He could only expect how they would feel inside him. Deku coated his hand and his entrance with lube before he started teasing the blond’s hole again. Katsuki greedily sucked the finger in, letting out a long and satisfied sound. Finally.
Deku’s voice was breathy and heated over him. He looked at the man, his eyes were glued to Katsuki’s expression, his smile was feral. “Such a good boy Kacchan. It’s gonna be so good inside you. You’re so tight. Such a greedy body you have, sucking me in like my fingers were made to fill you.” He inserts another finger and Katsuki almost howled on the bed. Deku’s fingers had found his sweet spot, pressing against it mercilessly. “Does it feel good Kacchan? it’s going to feel even better.”
Their lips met in an open encounter, the bartender sucked Katsuki’s tongue and they tangled in the space between them as the shorter man fucked Katsuki with his fingers.
“I should have dragged you here earlier.” He bit down the juncture of Kacchan’s neck. “Fuck, I should have brought you to your knees behind the bar and kept you there as I served your friends, for the entire night, Your lips would look so good around me Kacchan. Do you think they would notice? Do you think it would turn them on?” Katsuki whined and Deku’s left out a child-like giggle. “You like the sound of that? Your pervert~~” He sang the words as he inserts another finger inside Katsuki.
The blond didn’t know what to do. His hands flailed around the sheets without grasping his hold onto anything. Deku’s hands and touches were overwhelming. With the free hand, Deku enveloped his dick and started with teasing pumps. Katsuki wanted more, he needed more, but whenever he tried to move his hips against Deku’s touch, increasing the pace, the hand left his dick, and moved to the waist, focusing on keeping him in place. It was torturous.
Deku's toothy smile gleamed under the dim light, at the mess he had already made of the blond. The bartender kept saying the filthiest things to Katsuki in that innocent-sounding voice he had, a full contrast with the picture painted in front of the naked man. "You have to be patient Kacchan. Being a good boy is the only way to get what you want from me..."
The bastard rubbed himself against Katsuki's leg, like a dog in heat, pressing the weight of his rod against his thigh. Katsuki wanted to feel that inside of him, but Deku hadn’t even unbuttoned his pants, way too pleased with fucking Katsuki on his fingers.
"No..." He almost cried. "I want to feel you Deku... I want you to fuck me with your cock, not only your fingers... Give it to me..." He felt the shiver coursing through Deku almost immediately. Great, now he had riled up the beast.
Oopsie.
Deku was grinding against Katsuki’s thighs while fucking him slowly and more purposefully with his fingers now, hitting his prostate with every thrust. His lips were focused on tracing the path from Katsuki’s nipples to his belly button, slowly pumping Katsuki’s dick. A tongue passed over his gland, swirling on the top only to find the way back to the blond’s torso. Kacchan wanted to cry in frustration.
"So beautiful Kacchan, such a good boy for me." He caressed the boy pierced nipple twisting it with his fingers, before letting go of the blond to unbutton his pants. The sudden absence of the greenette touch left Katsuki empty and cold, but he barely noticed, fully focused on the movement of Deku’s hands.
He let his pants fall to his tighs and Katsuki realized the man had gone commando. He was bestowed with Deku’s cock for the first time that night in all its glory.
It was gorgeous. Katsuki was most definitely be coming to this shitty bar again. Flawless customer service.
Deku gave his own cock a few trying pumps before rolling the condom, lining up with Katsuki's entrance. He knew his cock was big and that Kacchan would need some time to adjust even with all the preparation. He pressed only the tip inside and the hole already felt too tight. He tried taking some deep calming breaths as he slowly pressed inside, controlling his raging desire of just claiming his way in.
Katsuki was bothered, First, the guy teased him with torturous touches fucking him to oblivion with his fingers and now he was being that cautious? He could handle it. He already had sex with big guys down there (even if, not for a long time now) and he was a big boy himself. His body tensed up, he needed Deku inside him, fully, now.
He snapped.
"Put it all in already. I'm not some fragile girl." He snarled the words out before he could even think them through. “Or what? You're only good at talking big, huh?”
Deku stopped, not looking up at Katsuki. His whole body tensed up before the greenette let out a loud and disappointed exhale. "Ah, Kacchan..."
Katsuki considered if he might have fucked up.
Unfortunately, he didn’t have enough time to come to a real conclusion since Deku slammed the entirety of his length inside the blond with one powerful thrust. Katsuki felt the air leaving his lungs as he almost choked at the sudden intrusion.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Kacchan... You were being such a good boy before." He said with a feigned sadness to his tone. Pulling it almost entirely out before pushing in again, and again. Tears were starting to pile up at the corner of his eyes. The bartender shook his head, looking way too pleased with the current situation, even if he pretended to sound disappointed "Now I will have to punish you."
Deku quickly flipped Katsuki on the bed leaving his ass facing the air. He stopped for a second to look at the plump, round flesh. He ached to spank the snarky little bottom until he knocked some sense into him. But not tonight.
Tonight he would fuck some sense into the blond.
Taking hold of Kacchan’s waist, Deku thrust into the blond again at a crushing, punishing pace. You could hear the sound of their bodies slapping together at each full contact. Kacchan’s mouth hunged open, speechless, not for the first time tonight. The blond could only look at him over his shoulders, eyes filled with tears and a light pink flush on his cheeks.
Beautiful.
Unable to hold himself back Deku used one of his hands to keep Katsuki’s head in place as he laid his body on top of him licking the trail of the blond’s neck before forcefully bitting down. The tears started falling down the blond’s eyes and Deku smiled almost maniacally at this. So beautiful.
He fucked Kacchan at this relentless but teasing pace, He slammed into the blond with purposeful deep thrusts, picking up his pace, only to slow down when Katsuki started tensing up getting closer to climax. Katsuki usually wasn’t a begging man, but he already had passed that point tonight. Now, he only babbled for his release between broken hiccups.
Katsuki tried to touch his dick, to get to the sweet point of release, but when Deku realized it, he held Katsuki's arms behind his back with one of his powerful hands "No, no, no, Kacchan, this is punishment remember?"
"Deku~..." He cried out loud looking at the man with imploring eyes. The greenette thrusts had lost some of their rhythm, his breath was hitched, and his flush was deep red by now. He was close, Katsuki could feel it. Let me cum too, your shitty nerd. "I will be good... I want to... Together..."
"Awn, you want to cum together?" The bartender tried to sound sweet, but his voice was too thick with arousal and his sadistic pleasure at seeing the sobbing boy breaking down in front of him, to sound like anything else. The greenette picked a pillow from the top of the bed depositing it between Kacchan’s legs. "If you want o cum so bad, why don't you be a good boy and keep rutting at this while I finish?"
Katsuki could feel the embarrassment heating up his face. It was a humiliating request, even more, because Kacchan immediately took the opportunity to search for his own release. He tried to find a good angle to press himself down on the pillow to get off, but Deku was still holding his waist up, making it impossible. He could only lightly rub his dick against the smooth silk. It was way too little stimuli on his cock to force the climax out of him. He cried out loud, hopeless.
But Deku kept whispering how of a good boy he was being, and how he would be rewarded. The angle of the greenette cock inside him was the most delightful thing Katsuki could be experiencing right now, so he focused fully on that. The teasing of the pillow against his cock now was only more fuel to his sex-haze-induced mind.
The freckled man’s hips stuttered against him. He could feel his heavy breath against his neck. The greenette pressed a slop tongue trailing a path down his shoulder blades, before biting down. Hard.
Deku’s last deep thrusts, combined with the overwhelming sensation of the hand wrapped around him and a particular feeling brush of his cock on the pillow as the body on top of him pressed down, and the fresh new bruise was enough to send Katsuki over the edge. He came in a silent scream, with overstimulation tears running down his face. Deku followed right after him. He could still feel the other man pulsing inside him as he came down from his post-orgasm high.
Katsuki tried to catch his breath. "Holy shit, that was..." He laughed out loud, and the greenette chuckled against his neck before turning his head and pressing a soft kiss on his cheek, smiling.
"Yeah, that was something alright".
Kacchan was ready to make another comment when he felt it. The bartender was still hard, poking against him. He barked out a laugh. "Oe, how the hell are you still hard after this shitty nerd?"
Deku looked at him taken aback for a second, before letting out a whole-body laugh, startling the bond. The bartender shook his head. "I thought that I had fucked you into a good boy already Kacchan, but apparently my job was lacking." The dangerous glint was back at Deku's eyes. "Should I make you come only from your nipples this time? Would that be a good lesson, Kacchan?"
The blond didn't answer, just let out a smirk before jumping on top of Deku for another round.
The next morning when Katsuki woke up, he was tired, full of bite marks, feeling a crying headache, and thoroughly fucked.
The greenette still asleep on the bed, looking way more like the cute innocent bartender than the sex God Katsuki faced that night. Talk about judging a book by its cover, he thought.
Quietly, he got up and started dressing up. He looked through his phone when he picked his shorts from the ground. A message from Kirishima.
KR: Bakubro u alright? they forced us to leave right after you left.. they said the boss was closing up for a “private business” wtm. are u okay? did u leave with Deku?
That is weird. From what Deku had said to him all the higher-ups weren’t at the bar yesterday. Did something happen after they left? He shrugged it off, whatever happened, it didn’t matter now. He sent both Eijirou and Mina a text telling them was alive and okay.
After he finished dressing up, Katsuki looked back at the bed where his hook-up still slept peacefully, considering if he should leave his number behind when something caught his eyes.
There was a biker vest sitting on top of a chair in the corner.
Had the bartender used the room of one of the club members? Would Katsuki or the greenette get in trouble for this? Quickly he went to examine the leather jacket. It had the MC colors and patch. Definitely from someone high-hanked in the club. Which explained the nice room they were in. Should he wake the bartender so he didn’t get in trouble before he left?
Katsuki turned the jacket around on his hands, finally making a stop as his eyes fell to the front of the jacket. He read it, then read it again more carefully, closed his eyes took a deep breath, and proceeded to read it again. The words he found had not changed. The blond let out a loud snicker before quickly covering his mouth, careful to not wake the other man up.
Sitting on the chest of the vest was an identification tag patched down. The tag contained the words that made Katsuki laugh.
Deku, President
The little shit was the president of the Motor Club.
He shook his head holding back his laughter, before carefully looking up for pen and paper. After he found them he wrote down his number with the following message:
-I think I'm still no good. Why don't you try harder to make me into a good boy next time? it could be fun ;)
-Kacchan-
Deku called him two hours later that day, Katsuki had been in class, and because he was a brat, Kacchan only picked up the second call.
It would be fun alright.