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“Hey!” Katsuki shouted, sitting up from where he’d had his head in his Very Fucking Awesome Boyfriend’s lap and causing half of the students around them to jump. Katsuki twisted to point at Eijirou (he was allowed to call him that now. Hell yeah). “Hey!”
“Yes?” Eijirou looked at him with pinched brows and a concerned smile.
Katsuki glared at Eijirou’s hair spikes. Eijirou had found his hair gel in the evening after Katsuki had asked him out, so he’d only skipped the hedgehog look for one (very good) day. It’d been a couple of weeks since then, and only now had it occurred to Katsuki that he’d been cheated. “You did your own ponytail!”
“What?” Eijirou asked, looking a little baffled. Ugh. He was too cute. What the shit.
“I was supposed to put your hair up for you,” Katsuki complained. “But you arrived with it already done!”
Eijirou’s face broke into a Stupidly Bright And Charming Grin. “Oh! Well, you were taking such a long time to get ready, I kinda panicked?”
Katsuki raised an eyebrow. “Panicked.”
“Yeah!” Eijirou said. “I’d kissed you on the cheek the night before, remember?”
Boy did Katsuki ever. Wait. “What the fuck’s that got to do with panicking?”
“Well, I, uh, I thought we were gonna end up having a Moment,” Eijirou said, scratching at the back of his head.
“A-” Katsuki started, but then he noticed all of the eyes on them. Ah. They had a Nosy Audience. “Hey! Fuck off!”
“We were sitting here first, dude,” Kaminari said, head propped up by his hand as his elbow dug into the back of the sofa.
“Don’t mind us, anyway!” Ashido said, eyes way too sparkly and an arm (belonging to a slightly pained-looking Aoyama) grasped in her hands. “Continue, continue!”
Katsuki narrowed his eyes.
He stood, tugging Eijirou up with him. “I’ve had enough of this peanut gallery.”
“Oh, uh, okay!”
They only really went far enough that they were out of sight of the others behind a corner before Katsuki’s curiosity overwhelmed him. “Whaddya mean a ‘Moment’?”
Eijirou shrugged. “Well, you know like, one of those like, fleeting snapshots of time where we were both feeling the gay but we were letting it go in order to preserve the status-quo of our relationship as it was because neither of us wanted to threaten the stability of what we had with each other even if we were craving more?”
Katsuki stared at his boyfriend. What the fuck? “What? No, that’s not a thing.”
“Huh?” Eijirou pouted. “It is too, dude! Don’t tell me you never felt it.”
“I realised I liked you after you kissed me on the cheek,” Katsuki declared. “And then I spent all fucking night rehearsing how to ask you out. I don’t fuckin’ dawdle.”
Eijirou pulled a face. “What? Aw man. So like, I missed out on the only possible Moment, huh?”
“Nah, ‘cause I was gonna ask you out anyway,” Katsuki said. “An’ I did. Fuck the status quo.”
“Oh, yeah, I guess,” Eijirou huffed.
“Hey! I’m the one who’s supposed to be disgruntled here,” Katsuki said, gesturing at Eijirou’s hair.
“Wh- Well I’m not abbout to mess it up just so you can get your hands on it, I still got a couple hours left on these babies.”
Eijirou pouted again as he pointed at his spikes, and Katsuki had a sudden, brilliant, fantastic Idea that was Beyond Better Than Any Idea Before.
“No, no,” Katsuki said, grabbing for Eijirou’s hands as he let the Idea billow out to fill up his mind. “I’ve got another plan for how you can make it up to me.”
Eijirou laced their fingers together and tilted his head. Fuck he was cute. “Yeah?”
“We should kiss,” Katsuki said, watching Eijirou’s eyes bug out.
“They haven’t kissed yet?” Someone around the corner muttered a little too loudly. There was the sound of a light slap. “OW, ASHIDO?”
“Shut up Sero! They’ve gone quiet! They probably heard you!”
Katsuki leant around the corner to glare at the sofas. Several heads whipped around to look anywhere but at the spot he and Eijirou were at. Katsuki clicked his tongue and turned back to his boyfriend. “Right, where were… we…?”
Eijirou was staring at him with the Sparkliest Fucking Eyes in the whole damn world. Katsuki felt his mouth go slack and a little like an idiot as they caught him like a very gay fish.
“You wanna kiss me, Katsuki?” Eijirou breathed.
“Duh,” Katsuki said. “We’re boyfriends.”
Eijirou beamed at him. “Yeah! Uh, I just have a question?”
Katsuki nodded for Eijirou to ask.
“How?”
Katsuki blinked. “How… do we kiss?”
“I’ve never done it before!” Eijirou said. “Have you?”
“Of course not,” Katsuki scoffed.
“Then, uh, so,” Eijirou frowned slightly. “Do we just like, do you wanna put a hand on my cheek? The left one?”
“Whose left?”
“This is painful,” Jirou said from around the corner. “Can we not just give them pointer- MINA BACK OFF!”
“LET THEM WORK IT OUT,” Ashido bellowed.
“You have to tilt your heads!” Kaminari chirped. “Don’t worry about tongue ye-ASHIDO! LET GO! THEY NEED OUR HELP!”
“IT’S TRUE LOVE AND THEY CAN WORK IT OUT FOR THEMSELVES AT THEIR OWN PACE! SHUT UP!”
“YOU NEED A GIRLFRIEND!”
Katsuki counted backward from ten as the common room descended into Utter Chaos. He counted a second time.
Eijirou swallowed. “So uh. Are you ready?
“I don’t fucking know. I mean, yeah about the kissing,” Katsuki said shrugging. A steely look of determination settled over Eijirou’s features. “It’s just the techn-”
Eijirou interrupted him by grabbing his face and pulling their lips together. Oh.
Oh.
Oh shit. Katsuki didn’t know where the fuck to put his hands but this was good. He settled for bunching his fingers in the material of Eijirou’s shirt to pull him a little closer as Eijirou’s mouth moved against his own.
It was kinda disjointed and a little damp and their noses were sort of pushing against each other, but it was still fantastic. Katsuki was kissing Eijirou, and Eijirou was kissing him back, and they’d be able to get better at this ‘cause now that Katsuki had had one kiss he was planning on having a whole fucking lot more.
They parted and Katsuki was pretty sure he was matching Eijirou’s goofy grin.
“How was that?” Eijirou asked. Gorgeous stupid beautiful Eijirou.
“Again,” Katsuki said, feeling all the Really Gay Swirly Feelings whirling around in his chest. “Kiss me again.”
Eijirou smirked, goddamn him, and raised an eyebrow. “Was one not enough to make up for the hair?”
Oh, right, that had been the initial reason for asking, huh? “I don’t give a flying fuck about that anymore, just connect our mouths again immediately.”
“Connect our mouths?” Kaminari cackled above the general noise of whatever brouhaha. “Oh man. That was awful.”
“I will melt off your ears!” Ashido hissed.
“Aw, come on! Even you can’t find the romance in that!”
Katsuki scowled as he peered around the corner again, just in time to see Ashido plant her hands on her hips and shoot Kaminari a very impressive glare.
“It’s not about us, Kaminari! Romance is subjective! What matters is that they are happy with their relationship,” Ashido’s mean look twisted around the gathered students. “And that we stop trying to butt in on them having a private conversation!”
“But cherie,” Aoyama said. “You are eager to eavesdrop, non?”
“Well yeah, if they had a real problem with that they’d’ve moved further away.”
Katsuki had to admit to himself that maybe Ashido had A Point.
“We still shouldn’t interrupt them or like, comment on what’s going on over-” Ashido had pointed at the corner and seen that Katsuki was giving them all an irritated look. “Oh! Now I’m the one interrupting! Sorry!”
The rest of the students mumbled out their own half-hearted apologies and Katsuki shook his head. Whatever. He turned back to Eijirou, who was smirking.
“What?”
“You’re cute,” Eijirou said, but before Katsuki could protest such a Blatant And Embarrassing Lie, he was being pulled into another kiss. Hm. Well. He could let it slide, he supposed.