One In The Same

One in the Same

Katsuki’s lazy so his passcode to his phone is just his birthday. Him and Deku apparently have the same phone case. He doesn’t notice it’s not his phone until he already has it unlocked. BKDK minific by GANS

Katsuki is a person who keeps his secrets close to his chest. Not that commonly ones birthday would be considered a top secret or anything. But to him, it was a part of himself that was privy only to people that had no choice but to know.

Which roughly translate’s to his parents, the dorks he knew as kids that were invited to parties that he had no choice of having and a few close relatives that remembered once every couple years or so.

Unfortunately that meant that Deku was included in that list of dorks. In the same way that Katsuki abstractly remembered Deku’s birthday, it would pass his mind maybe a week before, he would sort of idly remember the day of, recall a time when they were small and they were excited because it meant that Deku would undoubtably get a new All Might toy which meant that Katsuki would also get a new All Might toy, because he would take it over everytime they played. And Deku would play along , smiling as Katsuki took over their epic storyline.

The day would pass as he got older, and never once did he tell Deku Happy Birthday. Similarly, Deku would never tell him Happy Birthday either, when the day would come. Not in middle school and definitely not in UA.

At this point, he wasn’t even sure if Deku actually remembered his birthday. Never really cared enough to know.

Whether or not he cares wasn’t a case the universe would take into consideration, it seems.

A rather calm day , despite the many students milling about the commons, would find Katsuki with his group of classmates, cleaning up so that they can gather to watch a movie.

Although he wasn’t very enthused about the idea at first, Kirishima had guilted him into it only after he had promised to be Katsuki’s training partner for the next week. Which everyone knew translated into his punching bag, because let’s face it, he did his best training by himself, throwing someone else in was just so he could let off some steam.

Katsuki had thrown his phone somewhere as he pushed everyone out of the way so he could wash the dishes properly. He doesn’t know how any of these fuckers think they’ll be ready for adulthood by next year with the kind of sub par skills they have now.

He grunts as people pass by, in and out as the dirty dishes stack up. He washes thoroughly but quick, even taking the time to wipe the counter down, idly watching as Deku walks in with a handful of blankets.

Everyone is throwing pillows around, cushions being upheaved from the couch, sheets being set down and everyone generally making a bigger deal out of an hour long movie than they should and making a bigger mess than they would be willing to clean up.

He sighs as the lights dim and all thats left is the glow from the kitchen.

“Bakugou! Come on it’s starting!” Kaminari calls from his spot in between Mina and Sero on the couch.

Katsuki dries his hands on a towel, rolls his eyes and ponders where the fuck he’s gonna sit.

He groped his pants, feeling around for a bulky phone and frowns when it’s not there,after a quick look around it’s not in the kitchen either.

Katsuki flicks the lights off and walks into the commons area, all his classmates backs are turned to face the screen, glowing flashes across their faces.

He catches Deku glancing at him from the corner of his eye but the nerd slouches and faces foward the next second.

He doesn’t like not knowing where his stuff is so he feels around the dining table , smoothing his hands over until he slides a blue case towards the edge. He can’t completely make out the colors but from the little light from the tv he sees blue and grabs it without thinking, moving to unlock it on autopilot he makes his way to the only semblance of an available spot he can see.

It’s a small corner on the floor that’s barricaded by Todoroki’s legs from his spot on the couch, Deku on the other side and glasses laying in front. The space looks too small for him, like he’ll have to fold in his legs and the irritation distracts him enough that he doesn’t even notice the unusual background picture on his phone as he pushes someone’s head to get in the spot and plugs his passcode in at the same time.

“Here.” Deku whispers as Katsuki gets settled, close enough that their legs touch and he grumpily let’s Deku put the edge of his blanket over him. He can’t fucking believe he’s sharing a blanket with Deku and Uraraka on Deku’s other side.

He scowls but nods his head, looking back down at his now opened phone, ready to turn the sound and brightness down when he sees that for some strange reason he has decided to change his background image from his serene sunrise picture in the mountains from his last hiking adventure to Deku’s fucking mom hugging a small Yorkshire dog with an All Might hoodie.

What the fuck.

“What the fuck...” he mutters, staring at the screen for a solid ten seconds. He presses the sleep button, shaking his head in disbelief, because—okay, he can actually understand if Deku and him have the same phone case. It was sturdy and subtly All Might themed. But does Deku really not have a passcode, because that’s the kind of weird , inhuman like behavior that makes him want to bully him.

But as he presses the side button to light the phone up again, he notices the square grey dots and keyboard that indicate that he does in fact, have a password set, like a normal human being.

He can barely be curious about the kind of thing that Deku would be hiding when his heart is beating so hard, holding his breath because he has his own phone passcode set to his birthday because he’s lazy about that sort of thing —so there is no way it could of been a fluke.

But just in case...

Katsuki’s fingers zoom over the touch screen , automatically entering in his birthday and watches in mild panic and bulging eyes as it makes a soft click sound and it zoom’s out to the home screen. He swipes a couple time’s, the icons passing by in a blur as his mind reels.

He’s still trying to figure out the coincidence. How?What does the numbers in his birthday share with anything that Deku would know? Anything that he would care about? Anything?

No, no, then what? Why? Is he sure this isn’t his phone? He clicks on messages just in case and sees several threads under names like “mom” instead of “old hag” and Uraraka-San instead of “round face” and Todoroki-kun and Katsuki didn’t even have that shit stains number so....

What the fuck, he swallows, his face swinging to look at Deku next to him.

Deku feels his stare, looks vaguely uncomfortable and gives him a weird look, hands on his drawn up knees and fidgeting.

“Kacchan? What’s wrong? Not enough room?” He asks, scooting over a bit to give him space.

Katsuki takes a moment to watch Deku, really take him in. This little freak that he has spent a good while kind of despising but the last two years really coming to terms with their strange pull towards eachother. Childhood friends go a long way, have a deep uunderstanding even if they don’t want to, comes with knowing someone since before they ever had the mind to hide themselves.

Deku is looking back at him in conern , his hair is fluffy and looks sort of metallic in the glow of the screen, his eyes shadowed, a glimmer of unease entering the longer he gets stared at.

Katsuki shuts his gaping mouth, his eyes land on the phone in his hand and Deku looks at it in confusion.

It’s confusion, that is until Katsuki swings it one handed until the screen is facing Deku’s side, he shoves it into his chest.

“Not mine. Same...same case, I guess.” He says and doesn’t let go as Deku scrambles to grab it from his own sternum.

“Oh, oh okay, thanks Kacch—“ he freezes, the phone is still in messages when he looks at it and there is only suspicion when he gradually moves his head until they are eye level like he’s in a horror movie.

Katsuki bites his lip, a smirk shining through for reasons he doesn’t know, and his eyebrow raises like his amusement as he lets the phone go and watches Deku’s face transform once again, this time in a shade of red he’s never seen on him before regarding Katsuki, anyways. It’s a red usually reserved for girls, funnily enough.

“Same passcode too, apparently.” He mumbles , though he tilts his head in question because he wants Deku to confirm it.

“I...” Deku tries, but fails to conjur up a denial. It makes Katsuki’s guts squirm.

“Um...”

“Uh-huh” Katsuki reassures him, seeing the way Deku’s face starts to weaken into a sort of weary, regretful scrunch.

He’s not sure why but he doesn’t want Deku to think he’s mad about it. Because he’s really not, confused maybe, baffled definitely, but not mad. And he sort of doesn’t want Deku to change it.

Katsuki sighs, a glint coming from in between the cushions beside him and without bugging Todoroki too much he slips his hand in and grabs his phone. There that sucker is.

Katsuki taps in his code, shaking his head lightly and trying not to let his lips break into a grin. He goes to his setting’s and quickly types in his new code.

Without looking up he whispers to Deku, “July fifteenth, right?” He says hesitantly , not because he’s not sure of the date. He’s known Deku’s birthday since they were kids, unwillingly maybe but it’s seared into his brain. But more because Deku never confirmed that he used Katsuki’s birthday as his code on purpose.

But, well, he didn’t deny it either.

He’s spent so long pushing Deku away —but every single day Deku proves to him that he’s not willing to let go. That despite their problems Deku has never actively tried to distance them, that instead, he’s thought of in Deku’s everyday life like he’s someone special.

He doesn’t know what he should do with that knowledge some days. But he thinks that the least he can do is to show Deku that he’s willing to give him back what he receives.

Being Deku’s friend doesn’t sound particularly fun, being his enemy feels like a rocks in his stomach though. He was ready to put rivals on the table proudly. Though he gets the sense that Deku won’t settle for anything less than friends.

It makes Katsuki want to choose none of those options.That’ll show a Deku who thinks he can predict Katsuki’s every move.

He finishes setting up his new code and then he pushes his phone into Deku’s face, a little too close and the nerds eyes cross before settling on his locked screen.

“Now we match.” He says softly, with laughter in his voice.

Deku swallows, his green eyes are wide and he’s darting them from his screen to Katsuki’s face in disbelief.

Katsuki looks down, getting an anxious tingle in his chest, his spine. He was thinking about how All Might thinks him and Deku are like two sides of the same coin, or some shit. They were a reflection, a good balance , or so Katsuki was trying so hard to see.

But as Deku does nothing but stare at him like he’s a fucking freak he starts to regret his uncharacteristic action. Maybe it really was a coincidence...

Well, even if it is, Katsuki has already made his decision. Besides, maybe this is his chance to start reaching out to Deku first.

He clears his throat, reaches his hand around so that Deku can still see the screen and he types in Deku’s birthday one digit at a time, slow and steady so his fingers won’t shake. He thinks they do anyways.

He gulps back the embarassment, the uncertainty, he forces a smirk but it’s sort of small, more of a weak smile than he’d like to admit.

Deku inhales like Katsuki just sucker punched him, his eyes are reflecting blue from the movie that’s playing, enhancing the swelling tenderness threaten to seep out of his every pore. Deku’s pushing his syrupy sweet adoration at him like they’re four years old again, it’s startling, it’s been awhile.

Though he hates when he gets all weepy, he figures he’ll let this one slide. He rolls his eyes when Deku’s bottom lip starts to wobble.

The nerd sniffles, his head is tilted and Katsuki feels warm from their shared blanket. Deku’s head starts to inch foward, he can feel his heated breath on his face.

Katsuki abruptly breaks out of his softened, vulnerable state and jolts , pushing his palm into the nerd’s forehead.

“Deku.” He admonishes, panic in his words but not wanting to alert the others. The moment seemed too private.

Deku jerks back in just as much alarm, slaps a hand over his mouth, he whines pathetically like he knows he fucked up.

What the fuck was that? See, now this is why he doesn’t ever attempt to be nice to Deku. Because when he does Deku always takes the full mile.

Katsuki’s gives him an offering of friendship and Deku tries to kiss him.

Katsuki growls a little, shaking his head to rid himself of the embarassment that is engulfing his head in its scorching flames.

“J-just watch the fucking movie.” He spits out, angrily crossing his arms and ignoring Deku to focus his eyes on the screen in front of him. He can’t see a thing. Replaying what just happened over and over again. He can’t friggin believe Deku made him stutter.

“O—o-okay.” Deku replied, turning to watch the godawful movie as well.

Their arms are still touching, Deku’s cotton shirtsleeve is soft in comparison to the solid muscle he can feel underneath.

Just when Katsuki is starting to pay attention, when his shoulders start to relax he flinches at the rough fingers that slide over his hand on the ground, they barley skim over his knuckles, hovering for a second before settling in between eachother.

Deku squeezes , quick and hard like he’s scared but he’s doing it anyways.

“Deku!” He scolds him again, though his heart is beating so fast he’s dizzy, can’t even move from his grasp.

Deku huffs, grinds his shoulder unpleasantly into Katsuki’s. His fluffy hair tickles his neck as Deku rests his head on his shoulder, he holds Katsuki’s hand tighter. The little shit even has the nerve to reach his other hand to grip Katsuki’s forearm in a full on koala hug.

“Oh my god, Deku.” Katsuki repeats, uncharacteristically flustered, strangely deferent in the face of Deku’s honest actions.

“Watch the movie, Kacchan.” Deku tells him with a pout in his voice.

“How can I do that when you’re—“

“You’re the one who was being cute.”

Katsuki blood rushes , vision swirling, “W-what! Who the fuck are you calling—“

“Would you two please stop whispering?” Jirou says, a chorus of agreements resound in the room.

“Sorry!”

“Shut the fuck up.” Katsuki’s voice strains , ignoring how that seems to piss Deku off and quickly turns his hand over until Deku and him have their palms together, he doesn’t stop to think before he threads their fingers together once again, squeezing so hard that Deku winces next to him.

The nerd gurgles something stupid next to him before he pulls himself together, once again slamming his thick skull onto his shoulder and slumping into Katsuki’s side. He even puts their hands in his lap and buries his face into the junction of his neck , rubbing , rubbing his little nose like he’s trying to scrub off his features.

A moment goes by where Katsuki stares in blankness at the action going on in the streets of Paris from the tv.

A small, moist kiss is pressed into his neck, it tickles.

Without thinking he smacks the shit out of Deku’s head.

“Ow!”

“Shhh!” The class hushes them.

“Goddamnit.” Katsuki grits his teeth, he knows this is all his fault. Literally the second that he tried to reach out to Deku he didn’t just take the mile, he took the spaceship straight to the milky way.

God, and Katsuki’s just letting him.

Well, fuck if he’s going to fall behind, it’s not like he’s fucking scared of Deku or anything. He slumps further into the ground, resting his own head onto Deku apple scented curls.

Deku sighs dreamily, Katsuki scowls.

He doesn’t even want to know what happens the next time Katsuki extends a peace offering.

He doesn’t even want to know how far he’s gonna fall into Deku’s hands.

At least he knows he won’t fall alone.