>Katsuki and Deku, they're meant to be together.

>Forever.

>Yet, Deku still talks to other people. He still looks at other people. He's even made friends. Deku doesn't need friends. Deku needs Katsuki. No one else. Just Katsuki. Deku and Katsuki. Forever.

>Katsuki won't let them get in his way. He'll save Deku. He'll make sure Deku doesn't fall into their trap. He won't let them take Deku away from him. He'll stop them.

>He'll kill them.

>He'd start with Uraraka. He'd roast her alive. Watch her skin burn off and hum along to her screams. He'd then murder the half and half bastard, Todoroki. He'd kick him, punch him, beat him. Keep beating him up until red blood was spilled all over the place. Or maybe he should save the best for last. Maybe he'd torture Todoroki. Make him watch as he kills off each classmate. He'd kill him mentally instead of physically. That'd hurt Todoroki more than being beaten to death.

>Once Katsuki was home, he went straight to his room and grabbed the used toothbrush he had stolen from Deku early this morning. He licked all over the bristles. Each bristle tickled against his tongue. He loved it. He loved Deku. He wanted each and every germ from Deku's mouth transferred to his. Kissing all over Izuku's toothbrush turned him on. He slid his hand down his boxers. His fingers wrapped tightly around his cock and he shoved the toothbrush deeper into his mouth. "Fuck! Deku! Izuku!" he let out a shaky moan. If only Deku's cute little ass was squeezing his cock instead his sweaty palms. He imagined Izuku sitting on top of him, riding Katsuki.

>He imagined fucking Izuku right in front of his classmates. Each pump of his hand made his fantasies even more ridiculous. He wanted the whole world to watch him make a mess of Izuku. He wanted everyone to know that Deku was his. He wanted to lick all over every inch of Deku's body. He just wanted Deku. He needed Deku. He thrust his hips forward and let his hands drown in his own cum. He wasn't finished yet. He needed to cum again.

>"Katsuki! What the hell is that noise!?" his mother yelled from the kitchen. He didn't realize how much his noise his bed was making. He pulled the toothbrush out his mouth and reached for some tissues. After cleaning up, he went to take a quick shower before dinner was ready. As much as he loved to fantasize, he needed to snap back into reality. He wanted Izuku so much, but he knows dreams don't come true. If they did, he would be all deserted on an island with his precious little Deku, fucking him senseless until his whole body ached."Dinner's ready, punk!" Mitsuki shouted.

>If dreams did come true, Deku would love him back.