Under His Skirt (BakuDeku)

Five - Silly Insecurities

Katsuki chuckled, seeing at how Izuku struggled to keep up with him. The two had been running around in circles for nearly an hour, for their gym class. It was clear that Bakugou had more endurance than the greenette.

"Stop laughing! It's not funny. Have you seen yourself? You look like someone who hits the gym every day. Meanwhile, you've got me- Who's as limp as a noodle." The Omega panted, eventually catching up. Katsuki laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You are built like a noodle, though." He chuckled, earning a violent nudge from the other. 

"Oh stop- Only I'm allowed to say that!" Izuku laughed, fixing his T-Shirt. The two snickered for a while, before taking a seat on the side of the field. Katsuki took a sip of water, sharing it with his friend as they spoke of their day's activities. It was Friday, and the boys had planned on seeing each other on Sunday, to go eat together. 

Almost like a date. 

A friendly date. 

Izuku seemed quite excited, since Katsuki had told him to dress comfortably. Which meant he was free to wear whatever he wanted, since they were going out of town to eat. Which also means nobody from school was going to see them. They would finally be able to be their true selves together, out in public. 

The two rambled on, both suddenly getting interrupted by the sound of their coach's whistle, which meant they're last class of the day was over. Katsuki sprung up, followed by the Omega as they made their way back inside the school. All students made their ways into the locker rooms, to get changed into their normal clothes. 

Bakugou found his way to his locker, removing his T-Shirt as he took out his bag. He placed it on a bench, fiddling through it for his deodorant. He eventually found it, popping off the lid as he looked up to a familiar blonde boy. He recognized him from a few of his classes. Denki Kaminari. They had hung out a bit before, too, when he had just gotten there. He seemed like a nice guy, overall. 

"Hey." Katsuki spoke, nicely. He immediately received a smile from the other. 

"Yo- Bakugou! What's up?" Kaminari asked, taking a seat next to the Alpha's bag. Katsuki shrugged, applying his body spray. He looked down, seeing the other's eyes glued to his body in curiosity. A wave of uncomforting feelings came across the blonde, not knowing why Denki was staring at him so much. 

"Bro- Why is your chest so big? Like- DAMN! Like a pillow- Fuck, your girlfriend must be lucky to be able to rest her head on you. They look like they have stretch marks too-" Kaminari chuckled, admiring his friend's body. Katsuki smiled nervously, seeing multiple people stare at him. Some of his fellow classmates approached him, agreeing with Kaminari's statement. He also noticed Izuku, staring at him from the other side of the room. 

A sudden sentence suddenly snapped Bakugou out of his trance.

"What's that?" A certain black-haired boy asked, running his finger on the underside of Katsuki's breast. The blonde looked down, feeling Hanta's finger trace over his discrete surgery scars. They had healed nicely, but not 100%. They weren't that visible, from afar. Up close was a different story, though. 

The blonde Alpha panicked, smacking away Sero's hand. The dark-haired teen looked offended, flinching in response. 

"The fuck? That hurt-" He whined, shaking his hand. Katsuki suddenly looked down, realizing he had hurt one of his classmates by accident. He looked through his bag, struggling to find a shirt to cover his torso, but had a hard time doing so. He wanted to disappear. He felt uncomfortable, almost dead. Lightheaded and dizzy. Only, this all changed when a bubbly, yet angry voice resonated throughout the locker rooms. 

"Hey- Come on guys! Give him some space- Did you ever hear of personal space? Jeez- Do you want me to run my fingers all over you? I'll point out some shit you aren't comfortable about, too! You have no reason to point out random facts about somebody's body!" Izuku spoke loudly, pushing past the crowd of masculine teens. He eventually reached Bakugou's side, waving his hands around to disperse the crowd. Katsuki smiled at how Izuku treated his classmates like a herd of sheep. By the time the green-haired boy turned around, the blonde had managed to put on a T-Shirt, smiling awkwardly. 

"Thanks." He mumbled, making sure nobody overheard. Izuku smiled cutely tilting his head to the side. 

"No problem. I've got your back, as long as you've got mine. We're friends, right?" The small male asked, hesitant. Bakugou smirked. 

"Yeah, we're friends." He snickered, making another smile beam on the freckled male's face. 

"Good. Having each other's backs is something every friend is supposed to do. And I'm good at everything. So, I'm going to be a good friend too." Izuku proudly whispered, fixing on a shirt. He watched as the taller teen turned around, smiling as he put his bag back into his locker. 

"You're not good at everything, dumbass. You're the one who completely sucks at any kind of physical activity." Katsuki teased, earning an offended look by the short boy. 

"Oh, come on. Shut up." The Omega whined, rolling his eyes as he walked off towards his own locker. Katsuki chuckled, looking down to his chest. A blush spread across his cheeks, making his dizzy as he smirked. 

Izuku had made him feel happy, in the past weeks. But now, he was definitely starting to feel something way more intense, compared to normal happiness.