Izuku's class yearbook when he was a third year in middle school, just like Katsuki. Izuku's photos of his middle school self always did something to Katsuki, a warm feeling in his stomach and a fond smile on his face appearing every time he looked at them. Izuku is staring at the camera, no bright smile on his freckled face, instead replaced with a grim look. Dark eyebags are under his eyes that don't hold the brightness Katsuki sees every day in class. His name, age, and class number is below it. Next is a quote from him to mark his last year. 

                     "I'm surprised i made it this far. Hopefully i don't reach next year." 

Katsuki always cracks a smile at this because it sounds so unlike his Izuku to look and sound so done with life. The thought of middle school Izuku whispering things in his ear, going on dates, sharing clothes, acting like a real couple makes Katsuki ecstatic. Not saying that he doesn't love Izuku as he is now, je just wishes they could have gone to school together, grew up together even. Katsuki puts the yearbook back and slowly creeps onto the nicely made bed. He takes off his shoes and gets under the covers, comforted by being surrounded by Izuku's scent, his smell that makes his mind sing. Katsuki takes a deep breath, in and out. All his worries and stress melting away being replaced with admiration and adoration, all for Izuku. 

God, he could just...

 He closes his eyes and relaxes.

 Sleep...

Izuku ruffles his green hair, swinging his towel around his neck and pulling another one around his waist. He opens the door and steps into his bedroom. What he sees on his bed makes him laugh. 

"Took you long enough punk." 

Katsuki is sprawled out on his bed, drool rolling down his chin, his blonde hair flattened and messy with how much he's tossing and turning around. Soft breaths are leaving his mouth and his stomach going up and down slowly. Izuku goes to his closet and changes into boxers and a big T Shirt that goes to his hips and crawls into bed after turning off the lights. Izuku puts his arms around Katsuki, pulling him close and cuddling Katsuki who turns in his sleep and grips his shirt, so small compared to Izuku's built form. Izuku nuzzles into Katsuki's hair and takes a deep breath of that Carmel smell and smoke of burning wood.

 Izuku falls asleep. Katsuki wakes up to the craziest thing has ever even thought of. Izuku Midoriya, holding him close and cuddling him. Katsuki lets out a yell, his heart quickening. He pulls away and scrambles out of the bed, pulling Izuku down with him. Izuku yelps, surprised for a moment but then he relaxes once he sees Katsuki. 

"What are you doing kid, there's no school today why'd you wake me up." 

Izuku's voice is deeper and raspier from just waking up. Katsuki's face turns red, and he feels like he's going to die.