Authors Note:
After editing this, I realized that I used their first names instead of last... a little frustrating on my part because I really don't feel like changing Katsuki to Bakugou ect. so I'm sorry about that... anyways after like eight months I hope you like this one-shot! (inspired by the image above; I unfortunately don't know the artist to give credit, but if you do please tell me!)

"Eep!" Izuku cringed the second the un-manly yelp left his mouth, crouching near the ground and holding his knees in an attempt to regain control of himself again.

"Oh my god you're too fucking adorable" stalking over to him was currently the last person Izuku wanted to associate with, the owner of the disgustingly sultry voice himself, Bakugou Katsuki.

Izuku didn't have much of a history with him, but had been noticing that in the classes they shared he always felt like he was being watched, soon figuring out that was Katsuki looking at him. Of course, Izuku would catch his staring and a brief moment of eye contact would be held; enough time for Katsuki's devilish smirk, and enough time for Izuku's face to blush an embarrassing shade of pinkish red.

Leaning down to look closer at the boy, Katsuki almost felt bad about how much he was trembling. Setting one of his hands comfortably but strongly on the greenette's shoulder, he cocked his head to the side in order to better see the cute face belonging to such a cute body.

"Izu~~ why are you hiding your cute face from me?~" watching intently as his trembling worsened, Katsuki lightly took hold of Izuku's chin, gently lifting it in order to really look into those beautiful eyes.

Izuku thought he was going to melt right there in the middle of his school's hallway. Staring directly into the fantastically captivating crimson irises in front of him, he really thought that this was the end - the fluster to end all others. Katsuki was almost unfairly good-looking; those eyes, his body that he worked so hard to keep in fantastic shape, that stupid smirk of his, and most definately how much he was considerably shorter than him yet so much more confident really got to Izuku. (yes, for clarification I am saying that Katsuki is considerably shorter than Izuku is; I love tall nerd x short confident relationship dynamics)

Sliding down from the nervous sweat forming across his face, his glasses no longer could grip to the gentle glide of Izuku's nose, Katsuki reaching with his other hand to push them back up cutely with his pointer finger.

"Can I ask you something?" Katsuki whispered, leaning in a bit closer to Izuku's face as to really cause his mind to go blank. Nodding his head so as to more likely get out of this situation that much quicker, Katsuki smiled at his apparent enthusiasm.

"Can you meet me on the roof after school today? Not for too long or anything, but I want to do something with you..." nodding again, Katsuki realized that Izuku had probably reached his limit of how much his introverted self could talk for the day, so with a pat of the hand still resting on Izuku's shoulder, Katsuki stood up and continued walking to his classroom, well aware he would be reprimanded for taking so long just to "go to the bathroom."

***

Izuku stumbled up the last of the stairs, pushing open the door slowly and scanning the rooftop with worried eyes. He had a massive crush on the confident blond, and really had no idea how to confront those feelings of his. Hiding and waiting till Katsuki inevitably somehow worked his way out of his life in order to continue on his path of loneliness seemed like a good plan, but now it seemed like he wasn't the only one with these types of feelings.

Not seeing Katsuki yet, Izuku quietly walked out into the sunlight, a nice orange and pink lighting everything up nicely. Turning his head however caused him to instinctively flinch at the discovery of Katsuki, standing on a bench just out of sight from his spot in the doorway, facing him with a small smile gracing his face.

Seeing something other than the usual cockiness sent Izuku's mind in circles at how out of character and almost peaceful and ethereal he looked, curling into himself and watching as Katsuki hopped to the bench he was near.

Katsuki himself wasn't exactly short, in fact he was taller then most of the boys he went to school with; being 5'11 in Japan had its advantages. Izuku however, was ridiculously tall for their school at 6'5, comfortably towering over most of the student body.

Standing on top of the bench Katsuki was now a little taller than Izuku, Izuku looking up slightly at Katsuki and how pretty he was in the lighting from the sunset.

"I like you," That fleeting moment of calm that had finally washed over Izuku was quickly dashed away at those words. It really shouldn't have been any surprise after the way he acted with him, but the whole thing still seemed to be some faraway dream to Izuku.

"Wh-why !?" Izuku's arms could not move any closer into himself at this point, trying futility to somehow make himself smaller than he actually was.

Katsuki lips turned down, eyebrows furrowed in anger and sadness.

Reaching his hands outward, Katsuki peeled Izuku's arms away and wrapped them around his torso instead, pulling his red face onto his chest; mimicking the way a mother would hug a child protectively.

"There, you don't have to look at me this way." Izuku was still tense, but his arms did tighten instead against the broad and sturdy chest of Katsuki's, causing the latter to smile and cart his fingers through green curls.

"I like you for a lot of reasons, Izuku" pausing to sigh, he looked towards the darkening sky before continuing quietly.

"I like how you're smart and get flustered easily. Your shyness is so enduring and, god, don't get me started on how pretty you are. Your little freckles, your curls, and those eyes just kill me every time I get to see them. But, you already know these things cause I tell ya all the time. The real reason I wanted to bring you up here is to ask if you feel the same, and, assuming you do, ask if I could be your boyfriend. Can I?"

Based on the fact that Izuku had already practically melted into Katsuki's chest at the head rubs and affection, the quick nod of approval wasn't all that surprising.

Smiling wider than he had in awhile, Katsuki leaned down to press a soft kiss to Izuku's forehead before shimmying out of his hold.

"C'mon big guy," he laughed, hopping off the bench and onto the concrete; lacing their fingers together sweetly before tugging Izuku to the roof exit.