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In the immediate aftermath of the provisional licensing exam, post-fighting Deku, that wanna-be All-Might impersonator, Katsuki had raged and seethed from the innermost part of himself. He wanted to destroy the sight of his classmates with their gleeful, proud smiles. They were inadequate compared to him. What chances would they have in a battle against him? How could they help civilians if they did not fight off the villains? And those brats from the test, rating his attitude, were whiny babies. Of course, he had seen their minor injuries. Their being incomplaisant was not his fault. How could he save people who were too stupid to be saved?
Initially, he had been frustrated, grabbing for Kirishima’s results. The scoring must have been spewed. Clearly, the Hero commission did not understand what it meant to be a hero – that he actually regarded their ranking system as flawed, popularity votes, and their monopolising of vicious battles instead of helping people feel safe in a society so as to not develop villainous urges was, however, another story.
His deeply infuriated feelings regarding the examination only deepened with time. He accepted his flaws. Apparently, people needed to be babied, and if that was what the system recognised a hero should embody, then he could do that. It would not interfere with his winning every battle. It would just be extra, useless work after battle. He, surely, had never been such a hopeless victim, even after being almost asphyxiated by the sludge villain.
When work studies were introduced, he bared his teeth at the joyous cheer of his classmates. Later that night, leaving for bed even earlier than was common for him, Kirishima followed him upstairs, claiming a need to finish his homework.
Katsuki knew better; they had done their work after classes together, and Kirishima had even explained a few concepts about the days that Katsuki had missed. Not that Katsuki had trouble understanding the concepts, but he felt warm inside when Kirishima jumped to explain something, eyes bright and cheeks flushed with excitement.
Katsuki stalked up the stairs, “Tch, why are you following me, Kirishima?”
“I thought we could watch a movie, maybe one of those All-Might ones you love so much,” he smiled bright and easy, sharp teeth glinting in the light.
“I’m not shitty Deku, and I said I was going to bed,” He was just as big a fan, he only hid it better than the stupid nerd.
Kirishima scratched the back of his head, “Yeah, you said, but seven’s a bit early, even for you, grandpa!” He chuckled a little, dragging Katsuki into his room. Barely a month in the dorms, and after spending weekends and the week before the summer camp incident together, Kirishima was unafraid and often recklessly dragging Katsuki where he wanted him to be. Unafraid of his quirk and outraged, he easily manoeuvred Katsuki into social situations the first few times by sheer surprise, and later by habit.
Nudging him toward the bed, Karishima grabbed his laptop and opened a streaming service, sitting down next to Katsuki. He scrolled through a few movies, watching the trailers a little before either he or Katsuki made a sound of discontent. Eventually, they settled on something and began to watch.
They sat there, leaning against Kirishima’s headboard, legs sprawled out on the bed. The entire length from their legs up to their shoulders touching. Katsuki sighed, relaxing in the familiar position. They chatted while the film played, commenting on the bad writing of funny scenes, when the characters were being plain illogical and of course, how Katsuki would have solved everything in a much more logical and elegant way. Kirishima never disputed this, but he would laugh all the same, his body shaking against Katsuki’s, making the contact that much more noticeable.
Eventually, when there was a lull in the scenes, came the comment Kirishima had surely been waiting to say all evening, “You have to get your provisional license, Bakugou. I can’t have you falling behind.” He had probably waited for Katsuki to lower his guard. Katsuki was reflective enough to realise his pride made him mildly irrational at times.
Katsuki shifted in his seat, which was a mistake because he felt the warmth of Kirishima against him all the more powerfully. It made him look up into his friend’s eye, “I know.”
Kirishima broke out into a small smile, “No, seriously, what will happen if you suddenly need to catch up to all of us. It would be chaos, the order of the world would be out of balance!”
Katsuki rolled his eyes, “You can’t beat me with that attitude, and besides, have you ever seen me fall behind? It won’t happen. I’ll come back, better than any of you stupid losers and be the best pro hero around! I’ll save all those dumb civilians who are too stupid to think, heh.” He even had a slight smirk on his face now.
“For real, though, who am I supposed to look up to if you’re not top of the class? Midoriya? The whole point is that I don’t break!” Kirishima waved his hands in the air, emphasising his very valid and thought-out point.
The irony was not lost on Katsuki. He laughed from his stomach, hearing Kirishima make such a dumb joke. He felt too loose and happy with his friend not to join in the fun, “Be a man, bro, you have to be top of the class. It’s manly to be a good role model for other people,” Katsuki imitated Kirishima the best he could, snickering afterwards at the offended look on Kirishima’s face.
“Hey, that’s too far, bro. That’s some seriously good advice. Stop making it seem like a joke!” He shoved Katsuki a little. When Katsuki only kept laughing, with a smile and an indignant huff, Kirishima said, “You laugh now, but wait until I put you on Crimson Riot, you’ll be all, ,All-Might who?’”
“Nah, All-Might’s the best, even you can’t disagree with that,” though Red Riot was quickly climbing Katsuki’s ranks of the best heroes.
“No, seriously, bro, you really got to be nicer to civilians, though. I know they’re frustrating, but they’re really scared. I heard that one dude saying it’s the worst day of a victim's life, they’re not going to be thinking.”
“Yeah, yeah, be nice to idiots. Don't I have enough practice doing that every day?” Katsuki mumbled.
“Hey, that’s a great idea! Just pretend they’re me. I know you have a sweet spot for me,” Kirishima waggled his eyebrows.
You have no idea, Katsuki thought. He said, “Nah, even you’re not that dumb,” he had not even meant Kirishima.
But his classmates, while he was in remedial lessons, would continue fighting. They would fight without him, develop without him, and learn without him. Most of them had no chance of ever surpassing him as a hero, but with more tools and experience, he would surely be left behind.
They might even be in danger. Stupid and reckless as they were, they could not fight as well as he. Someone might get injured. They were not dumb people; despite their sacrificial tendencies, they would not seek a fight. Some things were unforeseen, a group of villains overpowering someone by sheer numbers and inhumane weapons. Even rocks could be broken, the firmest walls shaken and cracked after earthquakes.
Kirishima could hold his own against a lot, even Katsuki on most days. His full-body hardening was a force to be reckoned with and practically nullified Katsuki’s quirk. But he had a time limit on it. It could not be maintained longer than, at most, a minute. Additionally, Kirishima, though strong and forceful, did not have a quirk that allowed for much mobility. He remained firm through most attacks, bearing the weight of it even though sometimes it would be better to dodge. Katsuki worried, privately, about the sheer mass of an attack, or the endurance of one focused solely on Kirishima, with no one to have his back, if it would be too much?
Kirishima had always gone with Katsuki when he left the group in training sessions. He had always been useful, occasionally even necessary for Katsuki’s success. There was no opportunity for him to repay the favour this time.
In the early hours of the morning, some weeks after Kirishima had debuted as Fatgum’s sidekick, Katsuki heard his friend’s door opening and closing. It was early, even for Katsuki’s standards; he had heard the alarm ringing on Kirishima’s phone and him hastily dressing. During the past few days, he had been distracted, seeking Katsuki out less and less after that meeting he’d been called to with the rest of the work studies students, sans Tokoyami.
There was something big going down, needing Kirishima’s full attention, which left no time for Katsuki to be his friend. Katsuki was supposed to support, to steady and ground him, hell, to go with him like he should have been doing. He should have realised the parameters of the exam more quickly and conformed to it for the sake of the test. He had not even been involved in fighting Gang Orca, which had led to the demise of Half and Half and that wind extra.
So this was his purgatory. Was this his fate? To watch his closest friend, no, the person who knew him the best and had been his rock since the USJ incident, leave for a secret mission where innumerable heroes were involved, where Katsuki could not even ensure his safety and homecoming.
There was nothing to do about it. Katsuki, though infamous for temper tantrums about insignificant rules and norms that dictated daily life, was pragmatic when it came down to it. He knew his limits, those of others, and he knew when he was defeated and there was nothing else to do. Trying to help would only cause more harm.
It only motivated him further in his training for the provisional license exam. Anything he could do to learn to be a better hero, he did in those endless but short days. Luckily, he had a lot of practice trying to be a better hero. If only he could ensure the safety of the others.
Wind rattled the trees, leaves blew from branches with the coming of fall. The dorms were cold, the lingering heat from summer having left in the last week. The temperature drop came with wet umbrellas lining the classroom in the morning, and always mildly wet jackets hanging on the coatrack. Laughter was subdued in the classrooms before lessons started. Four noticeably empty seats spread discomfort like the morning fog among their peers. The absence was deafening; mummers behind Katsuki usually littered his ears in annoyance, or the earnest positivity of Round Face lightened the weight of work each student had to do. Even Katsuki admired the frog’s level-headedness; her clarity and honesty made her strategically insightful with a good overview of the situation. It combated the emotional range of pubescent hero course students well. The unrest of the class grew without her to balance their sensitivity.
Kirishima’s absence disrupted the cohesion of the class. His friendly chatter and easy laughter was a warm fireside for people to rest. The determined spirit that Katsuki so admired, his genuine desire for friendship was personal to Katsuki, bringing him like a hypothermic wild animal to the hearth. Many years of superficial praise and expectation had developed a paranoia in Katsuki. Everyone was always undermining him, looking for faults; only Kirishima, in his naive, trusting way, had been able to come close to Katsuki. Now, despite everything, Katsuki could admit to a certain trust with the rest of the class because of it, even the loss of lingering anger towards Deku.
After experiencing multiple traumatic events together, class 1A could rarely be found disbanded when tensions befell one or some of their class. Nearly being murdered together had shown with clarity and trust that they would do anything for each other.
Each student not involved in fighting the Shie Hassaikai thus waited, attempting calmness in calamity, for news of their classmates’ status. Katsuki was among them, bouncing his leg unnecessarily, lips pinched, restless with the extras.
The clock ticked, it was a slow pace, every minute noted. Hours passed from when they were expecting the others. No one left but to use the bathroom. Homework was done, quietly, unfocused, every loud movement brought a jerk of the head from each student.
The doors opened. Four students walked in. Tired, a little injured, small smiles forming at the sight of their class welcoming.
Kirishima’s eyes met Katsuki’s. He could see a glint of sharp teeth as his friend moved in his direction. The smirk on his face, meagre compared to his usual dental display, was still teasing Katsuki in that friendly way only Kirishima could. He could almost hear the, “Honey, I’m home,” coming from Kirishima’s lips.
Before either could make headway to the other, their classmates interrupted to bombard the day's heroes with questions about their mission.
Katsuki could not hear a word over loud exclamations coming from all people. He stayed where he was for a while, during which everyone poured their anxieties over the four work studies interns. He stayed back, assessed their physical health, glared at the mimic of their facial muscles until he was satisfied with their superficial wellbeing.
It surprised no one when he went up to his bedroom closely following their arrival. He was not known for being sentimental.
The bedroom door beside his finally closed after a desperate half hour. Katsuki had not slept after he went up to his room, dressed for bed as he already was; he lay there waiting until he heard Kirishima retire for the night. He needed to know his friend was safely in bed. That he was home.
Restless yet, it took him five minutes of shuffling noises through their shared wall to determine a need for more tangible proof of Kirishima’s repose to find sleep himself.
He wandered over, his feet dragging despite the physical inactivity of the day, a pillow stuffed under one arm. A few knocks revealed Kirishima’s face, hair down presumably after he showered, eyes weary, their lids drooping low. He was wearing a pair of boxers and a sleep shirt, the colour faded, bearing holes from the red heads' quirk.
“Bakugou?”
Katsuki pushed the door wider open, his resolve strengthening with each passing moment. “Are you done getting ready for bed?” he asked, pressing Kirishimia further into the room before shutting the door behind them.
Kirishima seemed to get the memo, nodding before asking, “Are you staying tonight?”
“What’s it look like?” Katsuki muttered, shuffling towards the bed. He looked up after a pause without a response. Kirishima’s mouth was pressed together, the corners angling dangerously far down. His face was turning a splotchy red. “If it bothers you so much, you could have just said something, Kirishima!” Katsuki huffed in indignation, turning around. He had been wrong to assume; his best friend had just witnessed a pro hero die, and Katsuki had come over for cuddles to reassure himself that one of the most important people in his life was safe. It was selfish and egotistical in a way even Katsuki could not defend.
Before he could take even a step, he heard the trembling, “Stay, please.” Kirishima was breathing loudly, forced, even his eyes arched downwards in the corners. His shoulders were slumped, he looked small with his hunched posture and scared eyes.
He pushed Katsuki into the bed, following him only a moment later. Warm, strong arms wrapped around Katsuki’s waist, holding him like a child holding a stuffed toy after a nightmare, tight and frigid. His face was shoved in the crook of Katsuki’s neck, breathing slow, deliberate breaths.
They held onto each other, feeling the strong, steady beats of life echoed in each other's chests. It took a while for agitated hands and shivering muscles to loosen.
“You’re alive, Kiri, you did so well,” said Katsuki, combing his hands through red hair.
Beside his ear, Kirishima muttered something into the pillow. He pushed his neck up a little before saying, more clearly, “I broke, I couldn’t hold it. He - Rappa, he got me in one blow. And then, when Fat Gum almost went down protecting me, it took him almost dying to get back up.” He let out a shuddered breath before supplanting his head on the pillow once more.
“You stopped him, you saved Fat Gum, without you, he could have died,” Katsuki leaned away from Kirishima to see his face better, gently turning the others head towards him. “You beat your own unbreakable, what more could you have done, idiot?”
But Kirishima was shaking his head, “Midoriya, Mirio… Nighteye, they kept fighting. They didn’t stop after one battle. They kept going, I did nothing, I was knocked out. When that big monster was defeated, Uraraka and Asui joined them against Overhaul,” he was crying now, fast, silent tears that burned his eyes red in the pale night light. He was looking away, not meeting Katsuki’s gaze with a slight, panicked look on his face.
“Eijirou,” Kirishima froze at that, eyes wide, caught in his most vulnerable state. “Eijirou, you were so brave, look at me, Eijirou,” Katsuki urged, his unwavering eyes never leaving the other boys. Kirishima obliged with shaky breaths. “You were braver than all of them. You sacrificed yourself so they could get the girl. You went in expecting to fight those two alone to give the others the chance.” Kirishima remained silent. Katsuki continued, “You did what you had to do so the others could continue. Aizawa-sensei said the girl already trusted Deku and the others because she had met them. You held off the villain. You were a hero.”
Kirishima grumbled nonsensically into Katsuki’s sweater at the analysis. Katsuki knew Kirishima still saw that dark-haired kid who hesitated at a villain while Ashido saved the day. “I still broke my unbreakable,” Katsuki might have enhanced the stubborn side of Kirishima, only for him to look down on himself with it.
“Tch, and then you unbroke, or whatever, you got back up. And if you think we’re not going to work on your endurance, you have another thing coming for you, you’re my built-in target practice!” Katsuki grumbled.
Kirishima laughed quietly, a smile gently spreading across his face. Katsuki took it to mean he felt better, at least for the night.
“We’re going to work on my endurance,” Kirishima waggled his eyebrows, smirking with sharp fangs glinting.
“Ugh, if you’re going to be like that, go back to crying for all I care!” Katsuki shoved him away, only for Kirishima to encompass his back in a warm grip, both boys falling asleep moments later, exhaustion drenching their limbs.
The coming of the school festival brought endless distractions to each class at UA, particularly to those students who needed some remedial lessons in inconsequential tomfoolery. Responsibilities were organised between students in 1A, and soon each group was off working on their part of the performance.
Separated by their designated roles in the band and special effects team, Katsuki and Eijirou only spent time together going over missed work from Eijirou's work studies.
After the first night sharing a bed, they fell into their usual routine of synchronised habits, their closeness only limited by maintaining platonic distance from each other. It wore down languidly, holding each other placid through lingering gazes, wandering hands, eventually taking up each other's space.
Eijirou, in particular, found joy in getting a little too close to Katsuki, evidenced by his glinting eyes and repressed laughter. He would take a step just a little further into Katsuki’s bubble, smirking the entire time when Katsuki got jittery, his breathing picking up pace.
Privately, Katsuki was not sure if he wanted to punch Eijirou every time he teased him, or shove him into the nearest broom closet to finally relieve the tension that was building.
Neither student lasted long in their game of love and friendship after that. Eijirou started going to bed earlier than his usual eleven pm by an hour or more, claiming good rest was essential for developing muscle mass and quirk growth. Sometimes he would find Katsuki in his bed by then, waiting with a book in hand; other times, Kirishima knocked on his door. He was always quickly let in when the blonde was awake, though sometimes he would get no reply, the other boy having already fallen asleep. It quickly became a routine. No matter whose room or how much they got up to before falling asleep, they would spend early mornings and late nights curled around each other, enjoying the company.
On such an early Saturday morning, when their class were using the time to sleep in, Katsuki rose for a morning run and some quirk training. Beside him, Eijiriou grumbled, “It’s not even seven yet, what are you doing?” Only to shove his face back into his pillow and fall asleep. Katsuki was careful after that to be quiet, collecting his things and changing before heading out.
Soon after Eijirou found him outside in the frosty morning, breathing puffs of white smoke after finishing up some sprints on the track. Katsuki was dressed in ratty old gym clothes, not prepared to be seen by anyone and was amused to find Eijirou in similar garb. On closer inspection, the shirt he had on with the skull was most definitely his, evidenced also by its tight fit around the shoulders and the gleam of abs when Eijirou waved over to him
“Thought you were sleeping, Eiji,” Katsuki said in greeting, appreciating the early morning sun shining down on the boy.
Eijirou scratched the back of his head, “Eh, I was up after you left, figured I could join your training.”
“You sure you can keep up?” Katsuki raised an eyebrow apprehensively, looking Eijirou up and down as if assessing his form and athleticism.
Instead of answering, Eijiriou stalked closer, two paces away, lifting his hands and moving his legs in a fighting stance. He smiled raffishly, “Come at me, bro,” and then he winked.
Katsuki, short temper, even shorter patience, lunged with all the fury and precision of a wild cat leaping on prey. His palms shot out, letting off small distracting blasts Eijriou’s way, before accelerating over him to attack him from behind. Eijirou saw the move before it was placed out, having watched it happen a hundred times before since the first training with All Might, hardened and swerved, ready to face Katsuki’s incoming blasts.
His hands hardened into fists, he aimed fast, strong punches towards Katsuki, who, less so evaded than counteracted with volatile explosions. The blasts rained down forcefully, backed up with intensive speed and power. Nothing was held back between the boy, both aware that their quirks nullified each other. It was a question of strategy and endurance.
On and on they went, dancing around each other in circles, Katsuki never getting a good hit on Eijirou, stable in his quirk and never breaking long enough for Katsuki to make it count. Eijirou was similarly struggling with the distance Kastuki was able to keep with his quirk, being much more suited to close combat himself. Neither were able to surprise each other, both knowing the style of fighting and quirk of their partner too well. Evenly matched, it was a coin toss who would win a simple one-on-one spar on any given day. Though in real battle, it was very reliant on terrain and situation.
Thirty minutes later saw both panting, sweat trickling down the sides of their foreheads and shoulders, heaving big, lugged breaths. “Fuck, you’re fast,” Eijirou complained, wiping his brow. He gazed up at Katsuki through thick dark lashes.
“Fucking slowpoke, since when can you harden for that long?” Katsuki, equally frustrated, groaned. He caught a smirk on Eijirou’s face, “Shut up, perv, you know that’s not what I meant!”
“You said it not me, baby,” he grinned, “Besides, I don’t hear you complaining often about my hardening,” audaciously winking at Katsuki.
The redhead was too cheery that morning for Katsuki to handle, with his knowing eyes and his playful inclinations. He was growing especially fond of teasing Katsuki. Every time the blonde didn’t retaliate, it only motivated him more. Katsuki would flush deliciously to the roots of his hair and down his neck instead.
“Knew I shouldn’t’ve gotten involved with your stupid face,” Katsuki moaned to himself.
Eijiriou’s face dropped a little, breaking Katsuki’s heart with each millimetre his smile sank. “You don’t mean that,” he said.
“Fucking, duh, otherwise I wouldn’t do it,” Katsuki felt like yelling, his heart was thuddering dangerously loud in his ears, the morning was too vivid in the early sun. Colours of autumn mingling with Eijirou’s hair to create a vivacious set behind his partner, setting the stage for the conversation Katsuki knew must come.
Eijirou’s face widened modertly in a smile, “Oh, so we’re talking about it now?” He shifted slightly, though his breath was evening out, he looked calm and steady towards Katsuki, like he knew the answer that was coming.
“Do you have any questions about what we’re doing, Shitty Hair?” Katsuki fumed, shifting, suddenly unable to look into Eijiriou’s wanton eyes.
“Katsuki, b-” Eijiriou stopped at the blonde's glare, “Katsuki, what are we doing?” he finished calmly, unmoving before the other boy.
Katsuki let out an enraged cry, throwing his hands up before pacing in angry stomps. “What the hell do you mean? ,What are we doing’! Do you think I sleep in anyone else’s bed? Do you think I make anyone else food? Do you think I just casually give blow jobs out to the other extras in this school? The fuck are you talking about?”
Eijirou’s smile, already wide from the angry proclamations of the boy he loved, grew immeasurably wider. His face lit up so brightly, Katsuki might have thought he had developed a fire quirk in the last few minutes. His dimple was so visible and all his teeth on show for examination, Katsuki was sure his cheeks must hurt. “Sounds like you really care for me.”
Breathing heavily, despite having finished exercising minutes or ages ago, Katsuki wanted to rip at his hair; he wanted to cry and run, he wanted to be held in place by the boy in front of him. All the possibilities of being seen like this, all the actions he could respond with, made his feet leaden on the ground, his arms weighing tons by his side. “I care!” He exploded, his voice box uncontrolled and shaky, breaking with the words. “I fucking love you, okay.” The next sentence was calmer, the pitch restrained as his eyes darted to the side.
He was not scared of Eijirou’s response; he knew there was mutual love to be found in the other boy. That was what placated him instead of fleeing or retaliating. The fact that it was he, Eijirou, who had probably never felt a malicious thing in his life, who wanted to help people and be a good hero, who never saw Katsuki with all the expectations their peers all had for him and was never disappointed in him. Eijirou, who saw Katsuki every day for who he was and not who he had to be, who took what came at him and always just wanted to share memories and experiences with him. Eijirou allowed Katsuki to be vulnerable, his own self in front of other people. He allowed him to learn how to forget the expectations of others because of his quirk and strength. He made Katsuki’s life so full of vitality and joy that Katsuki forgot what it was to be friendless, only driven by ambition and the need to prove his worth.
All other people besides his family, and realistically probably Deku, had always needed him to be someone worth following, a leader, the best. They needed him to be a hero and perfect because with the quirk and the intelligence Katsuki showed early on, he was bound for success. That was all he had been reduced to, from the development of his quirk and headstrong attitude, until he fought with Eijirou at USJ. No one had ever bothered to look beyond, to see the boy hiding behind detonations and a mimicking attitude.
Eijirou, read and studied in Katsuki’s mannerisms, saw the fright and hesitation in the other's attitude. He reached towards the boy, by the hand and cheek, bringing him closer and tilting Katsuki’s cheek up to meet his gaze.
“Katsuki, I love you so much.” His steadfast gaze held Katsuki in place. “You are so amazing. You shine so brightly. You’re honest and hard working and such a good fucking person. I want to be anything you let me be, your boyfriend or your best friend. I want to laugh with you and cry with you; I want to grow together, and I want to grow up beside you. Whatever happens or whoever we face. I could do it without you, it would be fine, but I want you so bad- to be in your life. I want to be by your side as often as I can. I want to share all the parts of myself with you and be there in all your evolutions and phases. Let me approximate your time and space, Katsuki.”
A broken sob was heard. Katsuki felt like his heart burst into pieces with all the love he felt for this boy in front of him. All the times he’d only felt valuable if he was perfect, and the best relinquished itself from him. Instead, he was craddled warm and whole as everything he was; all the mistakes he had made and all the bad parts of him included. He clasped Eijirou’s head in his hands and brought his face down to his. The kiss was wet with tears and a little snot, Katsuki hiccuping every few minutes, but it did not matter, because he was loved no matter how sloppy or emotional he was under the layers of pride, fear and anger.
Katsuki kissed him so fiercely, with so much bravado that they stumbled onto the damp grass, Eijirou catching their fall with a hardened hand, keeping them both safe from bruising. He laughed softly at the blonde's enthusiasm, sitting up and wrapping his arms tightly around him, kissing him behind his ear and down his neck.
The other boy responded just as ferociously in his affection, craddling the head of soft, dazzling red hair in his hands. “Eijirou, be my boyfriend, please.” Katsuki’s body was subtly shaking, whether in overwhelming love and emotion, or letting go of all his barriers for the boy he loved, he did not know. “I’m not good with words, I can’t say things you deserve to hear, but I want to be with you while we grow up, too. You make me a better person; you’re the best and most genuine person I know. I don’t deserve all your goodness, but I am selfish, and I can’t let it go, so let me experience my life with you by my side and allow me to be by your side while you experience yours. Let me be egotistical some more and have you be my boyfriend, please.” Eijirou was a red sun, warm and giving life to Katsuki on a cold, early morning with the coming of winter foreseen.
Eijriou rolled them over, both of their backs wet from the grass. He pressed his leg between Katsuki’s and gripped the boy with all the strength his muscles could muster, “Baby, of course I’ll be your boyfriend. Just be my boyfriend as well.” He scarcely waited for agreement before his tongue found its home in Katsuk’s mouth.
As the air started warming up around them and the first windows were opened by their classmates in the early morning, they left behind their training spot to shower and get ready for the day. They cycled through their chores of the day, a little closer than usual.
The casual touches between them were not missed by their classmates. A few inquisitive glances were shot their way, but the general closeness of the two and the lack of obvious PDA stopped any questions from being asked. They already knew the extent of the care Eijirou and Katsuki felt for each other, whether romantic or not, they had a special bond. When something did slip, eventually, between the two boys, no one was surprised by the development of their relationship; it only clarified their habits of following each other to their bedrooms and the occasional rumpled looks they sported, as well as the soft tones and words they saved for each other.