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It’s been two weeks since everything went down, since Katsuki ended his relationship, had his feelings for his two best friends outed, and ended up temporarily moving into his childhood best friend’s apartment to be a third wheel.
A week after the isolation shit was put into place, Katsuki met up with Eijirou and Hitoshi to talk through things, but he still felt like he wasn’t ready to start something new. It didn’t help that his ex kept showing up at Izuku and Shouto’s apartment building to try to convince him to come back, if he was in a good mood, and convince him that he’s never going to be loved in the way that he had, if he was in a bad mood.
Hitoshi and Eijirou gave him time as well as a kiss to his cheeks before leaving him, promising to message him, and his phone still hasn’t stopped buzzing with their messages.
But now? Now, he feels ready for this, to finally take what he’s wanted for so long, and Katsuki walks up to Blakely Hall to wait for them. It’s the building that houses the only shared class that Eijioru and Hitoshi have all week, and it happens to be one of Katsuki’s main buildings too. So, on his day of night classes, he comes to campus way too early with two single red roses and two single lavender blossoms and waits outside the classroom that he knows Eijirou and Hitoshi are in.
Shouto helped him pick out the flowers because he was going to grab some flowers for Izuku as a surprise for their date night. It was important, for Katsuki, to go with Shouto and find the right flowers. He chose lavender because it’s Hitoshi’s favorite flower, he’s obsessed with the smell, and he chose roses because Eijirou has this thing about roses being used during confessions. He says it’s the most romantic thing in the world, and Katsuki just wants to give him what he deserves.
Katsuki's nervous as he waits for their class to get out, tapping his foot while trying to ignore the whispers and looks pointed in his direction.
“Katsuki, my love, what’re you doing here? I thought you only had a night class– Oh, baby, you got me flowers?” Meylin’s voice is loud and as the flowers come into his question, it turns disgusted as he so clearly tries to make a scene. “Oh, you shouldn’t have!”
“I didn’t,” replies Katsuki with an eye roll, holding tightly to the flowers in his hands, not looking towards where he’s certain Meylin is approaching from. His eyes are locked on that classroom door. “Go the fuck away.”
“But– Ugh!” exclaims Meylin loudly, stomping his foot as he steps into Katsuki’s line of sight, blocking the classroom door from view with his big ass head. “Are you seriously giving them flowers? After you caused problems with me, with the fucking cops, you’re giving them flowers?! They don’t want you! They’ll never want you because they have each other! Why are you still trying when you’re better off being my pet?”
“If you don’t get your big ass head out my fuckin’ way, I’m gonna make you move,” sneers Katsuki as he straightens up and glares at his ex, the urge to punch him in his smarmy face growing stronger as he watches Meylin’s affronted look turn sad.
“And you wonder why I had to break things off. Because you’re such an asshole! I’ve loved you this entire time and you’d rather give them flowers when you’ve never given me flowers? I just– I cannot believe you, Katsuki Bakugou!” exclaims Meylin as he pretends to cry, choking on his fake ass sob as he hides his face in his hands.
“You’re allergic to flowers, remember? You get hives, like the ones starting on your hand right there just because you brushed the damn rose. Try the fuck again,” snaps Katsuki before a loud voice comes through with an assignment reminder. “Get out of my damn way.”
Katsuki steps around his ex, ignoring his protests and blubbering as he watches the crowd leave the now open classroom door. His eyes are locked intently enough that he’s stepping forward towards Eijirou and Hitoshi before he even registers that they’ve stepped outside of the classroom hand-in-hand.
“-think he’ll want to meet up?” Katsuki catches the end of Eijirou’s question as he finally reaches them. He smirks when Eijirou looks up and jumps in surprise. “Holy crap! You just scared the living daylights out of me, Kats!”
“Oh, hey Katsuki, what’re you doing here? I thought today was night class day,” says Hitoshi as he tilts his head to the side, seemingly not noticing the flowers that Katsuki didn’t bother to hide.
“It is, but I had something that I wanted to fuckin’ do,” huffs Katsuki with an eye roll as Hitoshi snorts and Eijirou beams at him. He watches as their eyes trail over him, watches them completely miss the flowers before jerking back to them as their lips part on twin gasps. “Yeah, now you see ‘em. Blind asses. Look, we already did the confession thing, and you’ve been giving me space, which I needed greatly. And I appreciate all of that, I really fucking do, but I was being ridiculous thinking we needed to really wait so long. I’ve been wanting to do this since I got your messages, so… Will you two go on a date with me on Saturday at four?”
He shoves the lavender and rose pairs into their chests, ears burning at his question as they gape at him. Katsuki watches in real time as their cheeks go pink and their parted lips curve into blinding smiles that make his heart rabbit in his chest.
“We’d love to,” says Eijirou softly as he holds his flowers tightly against his chest and smiles down at them.
“That was the best way you could’ve asked us out,” murmurs Hitoshi as he gingerly takes the flowers from Katsuki, smiling as he keeps his eyes on him. “Does this mean you’re planning our first date? Or do I need to pull out our first date idea notebook?”
“Tell me you don’t actually have a fucking first date notebook,” groans Katsuki as he looks at Hitoshi, head tilted back lightly in his exasperation.
“Oh, we do, and it is totally Eijirou’s fault because he started the thing. We’ve been adding to it for a while though, trying to figure out what date ideas would be perfect to impress you. There are some pretty great ideas in there,” replies Hitoshi with a smirk as Katsuki drops his head forward to meet his palm with a harsh sound. He’s too amused, and Katsuki doesn’t know how to handle the response.
“Hey! You had the list on your phone first!” exclaims Eijirou as he turns and pokes Hitoshi in the side only to be poked back.
Katsuki watches them with an amused grin as they go back and forth poking each other in the sides using their intertwined hands.
“You’re both dumbasses, sweet dumbasses, but dumbasses nonetheless. I wanna see that shitty notebook, but this date is mine to plan. I already have everything set, and you should dress casual like squad night, but bring a jacket. That’s all I’m fuckin’ giving you,” says Katsuki as he interrupts their poke attacks by grabbing their laced hands and tugging them forward. “For now, you two need to get back home, and I gotta go get ready for this shitty night class.”
“We can’t wait for the date,” says Eijirou brightly as he rocks on his feet, seemingly contemplating something before grinning and leaning forward to brush a kiss to Katsuki’s cheek.
“We both know it’ll be amazing because you’re the one planning it,” adds Hitoshi softly before he carefully tucks the flower stems into his pocket to take Katsuki’s hand and brush a kiss to his knuckles. “Let us give you a ride?”
“I’d fuckin’ like that or whatever,” mumbles Katsuki as his ears burn from their lips touching his skin.
They walk back to the car together, shoving Katsuki in the middle so they can take their hands when he smacks them in the back of the head for asking if they can hold his hands.
“I already asked you dumbasses out on a date, of course you can hold my fuckin’ hands.”
Katsuki couldn’t help but blush as he was pushed into the middle, their hands resting on his thighs for the entire drive. If this is how they are just from being around each other after their confessions and him asking them on that date, Katsuki can’t wait to find out how they’re going to be on the actual date.
Now, he really can’t wait until Saturday.