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“For you,” Katsuki said, shoving an a large, neon green cup into Deku’s hands. It sloshed over the side with the force of Katsuki’s handover, splashing their overlapping fingers with a mixed drink that…
Someone? Had made for him? Who was making the drinks at this party?
Deku startled a bit, wrapping both hands around the cup, looking down into the mysteriously pink drink, then up at Katsuki with those vast fairy-fucking-prince eyes. Who the hell had eyes that color? Katsuki had eyes the color of Murderous Rampage. Deku’s were like –
“Fairy prince.”
Deku blinked.
“Kacchan? Are you – actually, why are you even over here?”
“I can’t be over here?” Katsuki said, eyes narrowing as he thumped an elbow against the wall Deku leaned against, right beside Deku’s head. Katsuki loomed forward, wavering on his feet a little as careened in too close. “You don’t want me over here? Fuck you. I wanna be over here.”
“Oh – kay?” Deku said, his distracting mouth curving in a soft, gentle smile that Katsuki wanted to kiss into oblivion. “I’m not complaining. I’ve got to admit, though, I liked watching you, Kirishima, and Kaminari dancing together. You never let loose like that. It’s good to see you happy.”
Katsuki’s eyes widened, his face going hot as he their gazes held.
“How can you say embarrassing shit like that out loud?”
Deku laughed, and Katsuki couldn’t help but lean in further and catch the intoxicating, summer grass scent of Deku’s lush curls.
“I think I’ve embarrassed myself around you so many times in the last thirteen years that nothing affects me anymore. That, or –“ Deku raised his face to Katsuki’s, his smile faltering, his mesmerizing eyes going dark, pupils blown. “Uh, or – or I’m just that, uh, comfortable with – with you.”
“You’re comfortable with me,” Katsuki said, disbelief stark in his flat voice.
He took a step forward. Their toes bumped. Deku thumped back against the wall and quickly brought the pink drink to his lips and tipped his chin to chug.
“Same,” Katsuki said, nipping the cup from Deku’s hand and taking a long drink for himself. He eyed Deku over the rim of the cup, attention lingering on those wet lips, parted and sucking in a sharp breath.
“What?” Deku said, his gaze flittering all over Katsuki’s face, in search of fuck knew what.
“I mean. Ugh.” Katsuki peered over his shoulder, the crowded room of celebratory chatter, the booming, upbeat music. No one even seemed like they remembered he and Deku existed.
Katsuki looked back, losing his footing as he stumbled against Deku. A thick, hard thigh slipped between Katsuki’s legs by accident, and fuck if Deku’s rock-hard, shapely legs weren’t one of the most distracting things about him.
“You need to stop wearing shorts in the summer,” Katsuki mumbled, his stomach pooling with heat as Deku struggled to move his leg from between Katsuki’s, only failing and rubbing up against him.
“Wh-what?” Deku said, whipping his face up, his round, freckled cheeks a bloom of pink, his eyes gone huge with nerves. “What’re you talking about? What – what are we talking about? I’m so – Kacchan, I –“
“I meant same,” Katsuki said, as if nothing was wrong because he was pretty sure he was up to his eyeballs in mysterious pink drink at this point in the night.
He’d spent the entire fucking evening drinking and staring at Deku from across the room. Then, drinking and getting distracted by the electric slide. Then, drinking and distracted by rolling Kirishima in a rug and throwing him into the bathtub to see how long it would take him to get out. He hadn’t appeared yet, but he probably just fell asleep.
“I mean, me too?” Katsuki said, his face screwed up in a disgusted scowl. Disgusted with himself. Because fuck, he was being really goddamn gross right now, and could someone please put a muzzle on him and drag his feral ass away from Deku before he tore this obnoxious sunshine boy to bits and stole him away.
“Comfortable,” Katsuki said, shaking himself from his reverie. “Around you.”
Deku’s features went still, his eyes narrowing just a little, probing in a way Katsuki recognized as the mental muttering thing.
“Kacchan.”
“What? Whaddaya want?”
“I’m going to risk a punch in the face at this point, because it looks like you can barely stand. But are you hitting on me right now?”
Katsuki looked away, and downed the remainder of his precious liquid courage.
“I’m not not hitting on you,” he said, literally into the cup, his voice muffled.
“You’re being serious?” Deku said, cocking his head and leaning in. Their chests pressed together warmly, sending Katsuki’s heart into overdrive.
Without warning, Katsuki dropped the drink to the carpet, fisted Deku’s shirt collar and dragged him in, nose to nose, breath to shallow breath.
“How could I be anything but serious about your stupid nerd ass?”
It was Deku who threw his arms around Katsuki and caught him in a messy, clumsy kiss of wet, intrusive tongue and a sinful moan from Deku that shook straight through to Katsuki’s toes.
“Fuck,” Katsuki said against Deku’s mouth, barely able to breathe for Deku’s aggressive kiss. “Fff- come here.”
Deku’s needy whimper as Katsuki put space between them was only followed by a distracting giggle as Katsuki took his hand, yanked him around the corner, and through the open bathroom door.
Already hopping back onto the sink counter, Deku used his legs to wrap around Katsuki’s waist and pull him in. Deku’s grin was wide, full, swollen lips stretched across perfect teeth. With a growl that Katsuki didn’t realize could come from his throat, he buried his face against Deku’s neck and sunk his teeth in.
“Yesss,” Deku hissed between his teeth, arching against Katsuki, his hands skittering over Katsuki’s shoulders and down his chest to latch onto the zip of his jeans.
“Deku, you –“
“BAKUGOU?”
Deku shrieked and jumped so high that he ended up standing on the fucking sink, while Katsuki violently stumbled back against the towel rod, effectively cracking it right off the wall. Katsuki caught it on the fly and wielded it at the shower curtain, ripping the entire thing right off the dangling rings.
Kirishima screeched and wiggled in his rug cocoon, his face scrunching up as he winced and waited for the first blow.
“I will fucking skin you alive, you shitsnack!” Katsuki bellowed, reaching in, taking hold of the edge of the rug and pulling with enough speed and force that Kirishima went spinning and flying out of the roll, landing hard inside the tub. His head made a hollow noise as it bounced off the rim.
“Out!” Katsuki said, his voice shaking the walls as he hiked up Kirishima by the under arms and began to drag the useless sonofabitch out of the room.
“But I wanna know what drinking game you guys were playiiing,” Kirishima said, wailing with betrayal as Katsuki left him laying, despondent on the floor.
“We were playing fuck off and mind your business, asshole,” Katsuki said over his shoulder, already scowling as he noted Deku leaning against the doorjam of the bathroom, his arms folded, his smile utterly delighted.
“I hate this fucking dorm,” Katsuki said, riding on his worked-up courage enough to link his fingers in the loop of Deku’s jeans and bring their hips together to lightly bump.
“You love it,” Deku said, his smile bright enough to bring Katsuki to his knees. “Like I said. Never seen you happier.”
“Maybe now I’m happier,” Katsuki said, his mouth automatically pulling a defensive frown, his gaze skirting Deku’s direct one.
“Maybe?” Deku said, leaning in to nuzzle his lips along the line of Katsuki’s jaw. “How about now?”
“Yeah,” Katsuki said on a soft, relieved breath. His arms linked around Deku and didn’t wish to ever release. “Right about now.”