[All of the oddities Izuku is feeling right now are signs of what should be obvious. Izuku isn't dumb, far from it, but he never imagined that he would present in this way. And being told all his life he couldn't possibly sort of cemented the idea that he wouldn't be able to wrap his mind around it if it did happen. So the assault of smells, the way they're all either making him dizzy or irritated...that's all just coincidence. He's probably getting sick. Maybe...he'll ask Aizawa-sensei if he can go to the nurse before-
Katsuki has a seat in front of him, causing Izuku to startle a little at his sudden appearance. It isn't long at all before the wall of his scent hits him like a truck, all burnt caramel next to a campfire and screaming at him to get closer. Take, take, claim.
His. Make him his.
Izuku reaches up to clamp both hands over his nose and mouth, sweat beading near his temples as his stomach twists itself into a hard knot near his navel, his eyes wide and staring down at the surface of his desk. This isn't possible, this...this can't be happening. The way he feels about Kacchan- the way that's always been sort of bubbling under the surface- surely it's not...]
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Katsuki has a seat in front of him, causing Izuku to startle a little at his sudden appearance. It isn't long at all before the wall of his scent hits him like a truck, all burnt caramel next to a campfire and screaming at him to get closer. Take, take, claim.
His. Make him his.
Izuku reaches up to clamp both hands over his nose and mouth, sweat beading near his temples as his stomach twists itself into a hard knot near his navel, his eyes wide and staring down at the surface of his desk. This isn't possible, this...this can't be happening. The way he feels about Kacchan- the way that's always been sort of bubbling under the surface- surely it's not...]