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Katsuki has no idea how and why he even agreed to come along but there he fuckin’ is. He sits on the couch, surrounded by the brigade of too-loud idiots who call themselves his friends and he suffers. To make things worse he doesn’t suffer only metaphorically (which would be bad enough), but also literally as Sparky and Pinky squish him between them in a poor imitation of friendly affection.
He tries to free himself from the so-called hug but his efforts are futile – these two bastards have grown too strong for the past few months. It’s partially Katsuki’s fault though because he was the one to force them to actually train. He settles for an exhausted sigh and glares at Shitty Hair, who smiles at him with the sincerity of the all fucking world.
“Why the hell?” Katsuki asks and even if the question is objectively unspecific, Kirishima has no problems understanding.
Mina doesn’t either because she chimes in, wrapping her hands around Katsuki’s neck, “We’re celebrating!”
Katsuki breathes out and then he grumbles, “You idiots are celebrating all the fucking time.” Then he tries to push her off but once again he fails. He quickly discards the idea of using his quirk and just exploding his way out. Instead, he adds, “What’s so special ‘bout tonight?”
Denki giggles next to him, and then he leans his chin over Katsuki’s shoulder, declaring proudly, “We passed the exams!”
“In the first term!” Mina adds joyfully.
“With the flying colours!” Denki exclaims and there’s no way in hell Katsuki’s gonna believe it.
“Flying colours my ass,” he growls, flicking Denki’s forehead. Luckily, it pushes the idiot back. “I bet you barely passed. All of you,” he adds, gesturing to the rest of the idiots.
Sero grimaces but it’s Ears who decides to argue with him. “My grades are quite decent, thank you very much,” she says as she leans more into the couch.
“Not everyone can be a genius, y’know,” Denki pouts then, his hands still on the forehead. “It hurt.”
Katsuki smirks. “It was supposed to.”
“Meanie,” Mina comments, pressing her finger into Katsuki’s cheek. He shoots her a look but otherwise, he ignores it. “That’s fine though,” she adds and for some reason, Katsuki really doesn’t like the mischievous grin on her face. “We just need to get you into a better mood!”
“Good luck with that,” Katsuki grumbles, moving Mina’s hand from his face. He doesn’t add that letting him go back to his room would do a great job of improving his mood.
He doesn’t have the chance to focus on her (presumably irrelevant) response because his attention flicks to Sero who magically appeared just next to him.
“There you go,” Sero says with a smile that suggests he plans something undoubtedly wicked, as he offers Katsuki a glass of fancy-looking drink.
“What the hell is that?” Katsuki asks and instead of taking the offered drink, he crosses his arms, looking at the glass cautiously.
“Not gonna poison ya,” Sero reassures but Katsuki isn’t even a bit relieved by that. If anything, he’s even more wary. “Come on, it’s just a drink.”
Katsuki sighs and from the corner of his eye he sees Kyouka sipping a similar-looking drink so, even if he thinks he really shouldn’t, he reluctantly takes the glass from Sero. The idiot grins and disappears somewhere quickly.
It doesn’t even taste so bad.
He’s not drunk. He’s just a little tipsy, nothing more.
“Mhm, sure,” someone says but Katsuki isn’t sure who. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
Katsuki tries to scowl but it turns out more like a pout. He moves his eyes through the room to localize the little shit and tell him (or her) he isn’t drunk. He isn’t drunk even a little – actually, he’s more sober than drunk so everyone can fuck off. Well, almost everyone.
He isn’t able to localize anyone though ‘cause his vision is too damn foggy. This, as well, has nothing with the alcohol he drank. It just happens sometimes, yeah? You get distracted from time to time and you just need some time to sharpen your senses, and…
“Say, Blasty,” someone tells him and Katsuki moves his head to the left. Is it… Denki? It seems so.
“What ya want?” Katsuki asks, leaning into the couch. It’s quite comfortable.
“I wonder,” Denki says then and Katsuki is now sure it’s him because he doesn't know any other person who would drag every single letter in that damn annoying manner. “Do you have someone?”
“Have someone?” Katsuki asks, suddenly dumbfounded. What the hell is that even about?
“Ya know. Like romantically,” Denki explains and someone laughs. Katsuki registers muffled no way, and there is a way because… “Do you have a girlfriend?” Denki asks then, and oh, this Katsuki doesn’t have so he shakes his head.
“Or a boyfriend?” Someone else asks. This person has a really nice voice, so it’s Kyouka probably. Someone gasps dramatically at the question and Katsuki has no idea why. What’s so damn strange ‘bout it?
“Yeah,” Katsuki nods, smiling slightly. “I do,” he adds.
Suddenly, it’s absurdly quiet in the room that was so vivid just a moment ago. It’s kinda disturbing. Katsuki doesn’t really get why everyone is silent out of nowhere but he doesn’t have to worry about it too much because soon enough the room erupts with incoherent noises and an enormous amount of questions.
Normally, Katsuki’d tell them to tell to fuck off because that’s none of their business but… He’s actually in a pretty good mood and it seems rather harmless. So why not?
“Oh my god!” Someone yells way too close to him. “Who’s that?! I need to know! You need to tell me!”
“Damn,” someone else says. “That’s surprising.”
“Do we know him?”
“He’s from UA?”
Katsuki thinks there are too many questions at once and he doesn’t know on which he should focus so he just blurts out, “He’s fucking pretty.”
Someone squeals, again too close to him, but he doesn’t care. Because it’s true, his boyfriend is fuckin’ pretty. The prettiest, actually. And it’s an objective fact, not Katsuki’s opinion.
“Prettier than me?” Someone asks and Katsuki doesn’t need to know who this is to answer.
“Way prettier,” he replies and judging by the reactions, he smiles like an idiot.
“Rude,” the same person says but Katsuki knows there’s no real bite to it.
Besides, he’s not rude, he’s just fuckin’ honest.
Some time passes and Katsuki feels like he’s a little more alive. He can actually see without narrowing his eyes painfully and he recognizes voices quite well. It’s all good and he has the fun. Maybe celebrating isn’t so bad. Maybe Denki actually passed his exams with flying colours. Who knows?
“So… This boyfriend of yours,” Sero says and Katsuki nods, prompting him to continue. “You said he’s pretty.”
“Cause, he is,” Katsuki replies and it should be fuckin’ obvious by now. But maybe it isn’t. “Doesn’t believe me,” he says, playing with the glass in his hand. It looks like water but maybe it isn’t. “when I’m calling him that.” Then, he actually drinks the possibly-a-water. He’s still not sure. “Fuckin’ bastard,” he adds, because his boyfriend is pretty. Why he doesn’t believe Katsuki with that?
“Maybe you’re a little biased,” Eijirou says and Katsuki wheezes. If not for his current state, he’d stand up and punch the idiot in the face. He’s not fucking biased.
“He is pretty,” Katsuki says, teeth gritted.
“Don’t break the glass, please,” Kyouka says and well, maybe his hold on the glass is a little too firm.
“I won’t,” he says, huffing. He’s not an idiot. He’s not breaking the glass. He still considers breaking Kirishima though.
“What’s so pretty ‘bout him, then?” Denki inquiries and he truly must be an idiot if he needs to ask.
“Everything,” Katsuki says before he even has the chance to think about it. But then he actually reconsiders and… “His face,” he mentions, with a dreamy look. “It’s squishy. And so fuckin’ soft.” He adds and then he smirks. “Makes me want to bite him.”
“Do you?” Kyouka asks then, grinning. “Bite him?”
Of course, he does. Every chance he has. But it’s not that important now so he ignores Kyouka and goes on, “His fucking eyes too. So damn pretty. And he has long eyelashes, ya know?”
“That’s so?” Someone indulges him but once again Katsuki decides to ignore it.
“He has really soft hair too. Fuckin’ messed up in the mornings.” Katsuki likes to play with them but he doesn’t say that. Not like it isn’t obvious already.
“You’re fuckin’ whipped,” Kyouka says then and she chuckles. Katsuki can’t be even mad at her. She’s a good friend and she’s right so there’s no need to bother.
And Katsuki isn’t sure what happens for the next few minutes but suddenly he finds himself rambling about this one time when they went to the aquarium.
“We can’t go to these damn cat cafes all the time,” he explains. “They’re fine, yeah, sure, and he fuckin’ loves these furballs. Probably more than me but!” He stops, a little dramatically, and then he gestures chaotically. “That’s not the point at all!”
Extras seem to be more than invested so he goes on, “So we went to the frickin’ aquarium, right? It was nice, actually. He liked penguins. And seals too.” Someone asks what he liked and Katsuki stills. “They had some nice seafood. Fuckin’ ironic if you ask me,” he says and then, “And he smiled a lot. Like a really fuckin’ lot.”
And then, somehow but Katsuki has no idea how exactly, he comes swiftly from the aquarium date to ranting about his boyfriend’s poor eating habits.
“He eats shit all the time,” he exclaims, almost furious, but not really. “If he remembers to eat at all. If not for me and ‘Yumi, he’d starve by now!” Someone asks then who Yumi is, and Katsuki doesn’t care enough to explain. Instead, he mentions, “She’s a damn decent cook. Send me recipes sometimes.” He stops for a moment here, and after a moment he continues, sharing his brilliant conclusion with the extras. “It’s even weirder like that. The idiot would burn the damn water if I’d let him anywhere close to the kitchen. But it’s fuckin hazardous to this planet so he’s banned from it.”
“Wow,” someone whispers and Katsuki doesn’t really get what’s so wow in his boyfriend being an incompetent spoiled brat. Not exactly his fault though, Katsuki was the one who spoiled him. Not like he regrets it or somethin’. He doesn’t. It’s all good. Fucking great, actually.
“So… How long do you have this mysterious boyfriend of yours?” Kirishima asks then and Katsuki needs to really focus. He remembers, of course, he remembers, he just needs to gather his thoughts and…
“A few months?” He says but it comes more like a question. “Not long enough,” he adds then. It’s a good answer, he supposes.
And then, Katsuki feels a little dizzy all of a sudden, but it doesn’t stop him from going out about… something. He’s not so sure what’s he even talking about.
“And then he said…”
“I’m not sure if you should tell us this all,” Kyouka interrupts him suddenly.
“Why not?” Katsuki asks, not seeing a problem. Then, he goes back to where he stopped. “The damn pillow princess,” he grumbles as he turns to Denki and even if he doubts that Pikachu will understand him, he complains, “You believe it? I need to do all the job! Every single time!” He huffs and after taking a sip of the water (the content of the glass was officially confirmed at some point), he tsks. “Spoiled bastard.”
Denki nods encouragingly at him so he decides to continue. “Even the last night! He…”
He’s interrupted abruptly as some people come into the common area.
He sees mismatched hair in the mix.
The Glasses immediately approaches them and he doesn’t waste even a second. He’s fuckin’ furious in his own freaky way and starts his lecture. Katsuki isn’t very interested in whatever in hell he says. Instead, his eyes gravitate towards someone else.
“Hey,” Katsuki calls, gesturing for Shouto to come closer. He does.
“Bakugou,” Shouto says, his eyes fixated on Katsuki. Normally, it's fine when Shouto looks at him like that, focused and so damn pretty. Katsuki likes the attention. Still, something's wrong.
“You mad at me?” Katsuki asks, grabbing Shouto's hand. Shouto tries to take his hand back but Katsuki doesn't allow him, keeping hold of it. Their looks meet then and Shouto has an odd expression on his face. Katsuki doesn't know why though. Maybe he's really mad?
“I'm not mad at you, Bakugou,” Shouto replies and he sighs. Katsuki frowns because if Shouto's not mad, then why he's calling him that? It doesn't make sense.
“You sure?” Katsuki asks further and he presses Shouto's hand to his lips. Someone squeaks in the background.
Katsuki ignores the noise though because he has a more important matter to take care of right before him. He pulls Shouto closer swiftly and when they're just inches apart, their breaths almost mingling, Katsuki says, “If you're not mad, then why do you keep calling me that?”
Shouto supports himself on Katsuki's arm as he whispers, “You stink.”
“Rude,” Katsuki replies, on his face something almost like a pout. But not exactly because he doesn't pout.
It's Shouto's job – Shouto pouts like the damn princess every time Katsuki denies his something and then Katsuki kisses it better. Actually, Katsuki thinks, it doesn't matter who's pouting. He still can kiss it better. So he does, pressing his lips to Shouto's. Shouto seems to try to break away, but he doesn't eventually, leaning more into a kiss instead.
Then, the chaos ensues around them. Someone is yelling, someone else is squeaking, and someone else is even crying. Katsuki doesn’t give a single fuck though. He’s busy here.
He stops kissing for a short moment, just to pull Shouto even closer, seating the boy in his lap. Shouto attempts to stand up and Katsuki can hear him complaining even before Shouto opens his mouth. When he does exactly this, Katsuki seizes the opportunity to kiss him again.
“You’re drunk,” Shouto whispers, pulling away and Katsuki doesn’t appreciate the accusation. He decides to chase Shouto’s lips instead of explaining this terrible misunderstanding though and Shouto lets him.
Then someone yells at them and Shouto breaks the kiss. Katsuki’d be probably fuckin’ mad if not for the simple fact Shouto starts to pet his hair from frickin’ nowhere. He shoots a glare at Iida (the audacity of this asshole!) because of course, he’s the one who has some kind of problem with him and Shouto. No one else seems to mind.
Katsuki decides that Shouto can handle his nerd friend on his own perfectly fine so he nuzzles into his neck, inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla and cinnamon.
“It’s unacceptable!” Iida exclaims loudly. Too loudly for Katsuki’s liking.
“Is it?” Shouto asks because of course he does.
“He’s drunk.” The response comes and Katsuki hisses under his breath. He’s not drunk. The fucking asshole and his fuckin’ stupid ideas. It makes Katsuki want to break something or punch someone, or just cause some big, nice explosions. Shouto wouldn’t rather appreciate it tough so Katsuki settles for nipping his neck.
“It’s not that bad,” Shouto says, not sounding too convinced himself. Like he also thinks Katsuki’s drunk. Un-fucking-believable. He bites down. Maybe a little too hard, judging by Shouto’s muffled whimper.
Before Iida manages to comment on it – besides his shocked gasp – someone chimes in, “We passed the exams!”
“They passed the exams,” Shouto repeats and Iida sighs. “You should be a little more... proud of them.”
“Proud?!” The question comes and Iida doesn’t sound like he knows how to breathe properly. Katsuki doesn’t feel even a little bad for him.
“They fail usually. It’s kind of… accomplishment.”
“Accomplishment…” Iida repeats absently and judging by the noises, someone drags him away. About the fucking time.
Katsuki bites on the Shouto’s neck one more time and then he pulls away. He leans into the couch and cupping Shouto’s face with his hands, he says, loudly and clearly, “I fuckin’ love you.”
When Katsuki wakes up the next day, his head hurts like a bitch and he really wants to kill himself from the past. What the hell was he thinking? He’s such a goddamn idiot sometimes.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he grumbles, trying to free himself from the sheets and… Oh, and from Shouto’s limbs apparently. “What ya even doing here, huh?” He asks, ignoring the fact that Shouto is currently sound asleep. He ruffles two-toned hair as he sighs quietly.
The gentle touch seems to be enough for Shouto to wake up because suddenly Katsuki hears muffled mornin’. “Hey there, princess,” Katsuki says, smirking.
Much to his surprise, Shouto smirks back. “Did you sleep well?” Shouto asks as he sits up.
“Yeah, kinda,” Katsuki replies, slightly confused.
His confusion only increases as Shouto leans towards him. “You seemed to have fun yesterday.” Katsuki frowns because he doesn’t remember even a single thing from the night before. He just hopes he didn’t do anything stupid. “Much fun,” Shouto adds, planting a kiss on Katsuki’s cheek.
“Yeah?” Katsuki asks, wrapping his arms around Shouto’s waist. “Didn’t know you were invited, princess,” he adds.
“I don’t think it really matters,” Shouto replies, his slender fingers going through Katsuki’s hair. “If you make a party in the common area.”
“No shit,” he growls. Did they really throw a fuckin’ party in the common room?
“Iida was mad,” Shouto adds. “Especially when you started to… uhm, engage in inappropriate activities.”
“Engage in what?” Katsuki repeats dumbfounded.
Then Shouto leans closer and whispers, straight to Katsuki’s ear, “You heard me.” Katsuki swallows audibly. Hell, fucking hell. “You kissed me,” Shouto goes on and Katsuki’s sure the bastard enjoys it way too much. “In front of everyone.”
Then he pulls away, a beautiful pout playing on his mouth, and he asks, “Do you even know what you did to my poor neck?” Katsuki shakes his head and his hands trail absently through Shouto’s thighs. “I look like I’m dating a vampire.”
Katsuki hums then and he should worry about this all shit much more. For some reason though, he can’t force himself to care. Shouto doesn’t seem to mind so why bother?
“Oh,” Shouto adds suddenly. “You also said you fuckin’ love me.”
“Did I?” Katsuki inquires, smiling. Shouto nods and then Katsuki says, “I really fuckin’ do.”