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Katsuki Bakugou was completely, utterly screwed. And not the fun kind.
He was currently stood in the middle of his bedroom, closed-mouth kissing Shouto Todoroki, about two minutes after he'd confessed. That's right, fucking Icyhot had managed to get enough courage to confess before he had. Which meant now, as Katsuki attempted to ignore the arms around his waist and, possibly even more distractingly, the lips on his own, he had to figure out what the fuck to do.
“Ah,” He pulled away from the kiss with an embarrassing gasp, unendingly annoyed that he was currently blushing like crazy whilst Todoroki looked calm, effortlessly attractive and thoroughly confident about what just happened.
Katsuki was not feeling confident, which was pretty new to him and utterly unfair. What was happening? Were they dating? Were they just kissing? Was he supposed to deepen the kissing? Did you actually have to go on a date with someone before you could say you were dating? Did Todoroki expect him to ask him out on a date since he'd actually admitted he like Katsuki? Was he supposed to call him Shouto now? Could he still use ‘Icyhot’ and ‘Half’N’Half’ to address him or was that rude?
“Bakugou?” The other asked softly, tilting his head at him whilst Katsuki refocused on the fact that he was still there. “Are you alright?”.
“Uh,” He found himself lost for words, which was usually when he'd start screaming, but right now he didn't feel like he had the energy for that. “Y- yeah, just-” What exactly was he supposed to say? ‘Yo, Halfie, are we fucking dating or what?’- no, that didn't seem right. Maybe he should text Kirishima and ask him, but he doubted he'd be anymore knowledgeable about this stuff than he was.
“Are you sure?” Great, now Todoroki looked fucking concerned and he had that warm, cute look in his eyes- perfect. Katsuki stood by the fact that Icyhot’s eyes were his most attractive feature (but his abs were his hottest).
“Can you fucking go?” He blurted out, and the other stepped back away from him in surprise, leaving him feeling cold and much too alone.
“... I thought-”, Apparently Katsuki had screwed up, since Todoroki was clearly upset as he mumbled to himself, not meeting his gaze. “Do you not want to date me?”.
“Fuck, no! Shit, I mean yes, of course I wanna fucking date you, idiot. Just right now-” He tried to backtrack, tripping over his words and pretty much making a fool of himself, which only served to increase his temper.
He was quickly shut up by a quick peck on his cheek, which caused him to halt his sentence and look up (tall bastard) in surprise. Great, now he was blushing even more. “Okay, I'll see you tomorrow.” Todoroki smiled softly, once again looking confident and cooly happy, before he left the room with a swagger only he could have pulled off.
At least he took the door out, this time, instead of the balcony.
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Katsuki hated admitting when he was bad at something, and he downright despised admitting that someone else was better than him at something. This usually led to him just procuring the title of ‘The Absolute Best’ at everything, so he'd never have to admit either of those things.
Todoroki was obviously a better boyfriend than he was.
It had been ten minutes of him screaming into his pillow since the other boy had left his room, and the more he thought about it, the more indisputable it seemed. Todoroki had confessed first (Katsuki had just been planning to wallow in silence forever, never allowing himself to think about his stupid feelings), Todoroki had gone in for their second kiss (the second kiss was harder than the first, since now there were expectations), Todoroki had immediately been sure in his assumption that they were dating and Todoroki had done that cute cheek-kiss without hesitation or embarrassment.
Clearly he was winning at dating.
“Ughhhhh.” He sighed into his pillow once again, before lifting his head to check his phone, noting the time was now 8:30pm. He had no notifications, which wasn't unusual since he'd muted the stupid ‘Bakusquad’ group chat, but he still started clicking through his phone, trying to find something to preoccupy his mind with.
Katsuki figured that he could text someone to ask for help at being a boyfriend, but practically everyone he knew was either an idiot or a dumbass, and he detested asking for help anyway. He sighed again. Perhaps though…
He opened up Google and typed into the search bar:
How to be the best boyfriend ever
It wasn't really asking for help, he didn't think, since he was just searching up something on his phone- everyone needed the Internet at least once in a while. Katsuki clicked on the first link available; it was Wikihow.
Truly, he had begun a dark path. Still, he had to beat Todoroki at boyfriend-ing somehow, and this was the best he could come up with. The first step said:
Be honest. In any relationship, and with only very rare exceptions, honesty is the best policy. If you're honest from the beginning of your relationship, then you'll be less likely to run into trouble down the line.
Okay, honesty, he could do that.
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The next day, Sunday, he woke up at a halfway decent time with the express purpose of having an honest, mature conversation with his boyfriend. Easy peasy. Katsuki headed downstairs and searched the unusually empty common room with his eyes for Todoroki, finally spotting him on a crappy chair, eating cereal. He wandered over, about to kick him to get his attention, before realising that that would probably be counted as mean; instead he nudged him in the shin with his foot.
“Hi-” Icyhot looked up at him with that stupid soft smile (that thing would be the death of his poor, gay heart, he swore to God), ignoring the cereal that was bound to go soggy.
“I don't know what to fucking call you.” He interrupted gruffly, crossing his arms and trying to frown without inadvertently pouting. He was above pouting, at least.
Todoroki looked momentarily shocked, before blinking and doing that idiotic head tilt again. Damn, did he want to kiss him. “What do you mean?” He asked pleasantly, putting his bowl of cereal to one side as he gazed up at him questioningly. Katsuki, shuffled his feet a little and averted his eyes, pissing himself off with how cowardly he was being.
“Like, now we're fucking dating or whatever,” He seriously wished he'd read a tutorial on how to be honest because this was fucking hard. “I don't get if I'm supposed to use your given name, or your family name, or if I can just keep going with the shitty nicknames.”.
“Oh,” Todoroki nodded, looking thoughtful for a silent second before speaking again. “I don't mind; I quite like the nicknames, I think they're cute.” Katsuki attempted to force down the blush that was spreading over his cheeks through sheer force of will. “But, I was going to call you Katsuki, if that's alright?”.
He made a strangled sound in his throat that he hoped wasn't audible, but judging by Todoroki’s (or, Shouto's, he supposed) smug expression he guessed it was. Quickly nodding, he escaped from the conversation significantly more red in the face than he'd been before.
Once he was back in his room, he scrolled down to the next step of the Wikihow article, hoping it would be easier than the first. He scrolled through all of method one, but the basic takeaway was to communicate more and compromise, as well as being trusting of each other. Katsuki decided that ‘compromise’ was where he could use the most improvement, and focused on that one.
Learn to compromise. Compromise is a big part of successful communication. If you and your girlfriend can't disagree without getting into a big fight or without one person immediately giving in to the needs of the other, then you have a problem. To be good at compromising, you should be able to talk about your needs and wants while understanding where your girlfriend is coming from, instead of ignoring her side of the story.
Aside from all of the heteronormativity, Katsuki decided it was good advice. Only now he needed to get into a situation where compromise was possible, like an argument- except he knew enough about being a boyfriend that he knew purposefully starting fights probably wasn't the best idea. He groaned into his pillow.
“Hey, Bakubro, wanna catch a movie?” Kirishima called from the other side of the door, as if they hadn't just had movie night two days ago.
“Fuck no, Shitty Hair.” He replied, loud enough to be heard even though the pillow over his mouth muffled his words.
“I'll take that as a yes!” He said before barging into his room, unfortunately unafraid of death via explosion to the face.
“I'm not in the mood, Kirishima.” He turned so he was no longer face down on the bed, now staring at the opposite wall resolutely.
“Wow, Kirishima, huh? Must be serious. What's up, buddy?” The other boy sat down on his bed, impervious to Katsuki’s kicking of his leg, and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder that he quickly shrugged off. “Come on, I'm not leaving until you tell me.”.
He'd unfortunately known Kirishima long enough to recognise that it wasn't an empty threat. “Uhhh, fine, you fucking idiot.”.
He held up his phone, still not looking at the red head, but letting him read the article. Kirishima let out a snort, before snatching the phone and scrolling through the rest of it.
“Wow, why’re you even reading this… Unless…” Without warning, the boy sprawled on top of Katsuki, effectively pinning him down, whilst he laughed half manically- the blonde would be one to know.
“What the fuck?! Get off me, asshole!” He stretched sideways to put his right palm on the other’s nose, setting off several explosions that only made the laughter worse.
“Dude! Todoroki-kun confessed! You're dating! Why didn't you say anything about it?!” Kirishima choked out between snorts, eventually calming down enough to actually get up and face Katsuki like a normal, sane human being.
“It only happened yesterday.” He kicked the redhead in the stomach, completely pushing him off of his bed, before growling down at him angrily. “How the fuck did you know that shit anyway?!”.
“Uh,” Kirishima looked stubbornly at the window, like it was his escape plan, before turning back to Katsuki with a nervous smile. “... There might have been a group chat trying to get you two together…”.
It's unfortunate to say that Kirishima’s jacket did not survive the rest of their conversation, along with several of Katsuki’s pillows.
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He decided that choosing not to attack Shouto for blabbering about his crush, on the premise that at least his new boyfriend hadn't started the fucking group chat, counted as a compromise. Then, after very little deliberation, he decided that Wikihow was completely useless and he'd just have to wing it, lest he be forced to do anymore annoying things such as ‘opening up’ and ‘attempting to compromise’. Katsuki also chose to stop overthinking everything in his life, holed up in his dorm like a fearful failure, and instead went downstairs to actually eat something, since he'd forgotten about breakfast and it was now almost 1pm.
Cooking, like fighting, always helped calm his nerves, so he decided to prepare a needlessly complicated meal. He had to pass through the common room first though.
“Congratulations!” Uraraka cheered as soon as he got downstairs, standing in front of him and blocking his beeline to the kitchen.
“Shit.” He muttered, sincerely hoping he wasn't about to deal with what he thought he was about to deal with.
“You and Todoroki-kun! Todobaku!” Ashido joined the conversation that Katsuki refused he was having, also crowding his personal space as he glared at them.
“Who kissed who first? There's a bet running.” Asked Kaminari, annoying him even more than the girls even though he wasn't getting up in his face.
“You made a fucking bet?! No way I'm telling you idiots!” He scowled furiously, about to shove through the middle of Uraraka and Ashido, when Jirou also manifested in front of him like a punk-rock poltergeist.
“That means Todoroki kissed first.” She smirked knowingly, and Katsuki felt his palms sparking. “Calm down, it's okay if you're a bottom-”.
“I FUCKING KISSED HIM FIRST, BITCH!” He yelled, grabbing her earphone jacks and tugging them to the right, whilst he used his left arm to sweep the other two girls to the side, storming further towards the kitchen.
“Blasty didn't correct the whole bottom thing, huh?” Muttered Kaminari, loudly enough to Katsuki to hear, causing him to blow up the lamp next to the kitchen door, before entering the other room.
He slammed the door shut with so much force that he was surprised it stayed on his hinges. Taking a deep breath and counting to ten (that stupid therapist Aizawa had made him see after Kamino told him to do it whenever he got too angry) he started prepping the ingredients he'd need, thankful that he was the only one in there. By now he was used to the arrangement of the dorm kitchens, since he'd reorganised it at 3am on their second night there, so he could sweep around the place easily, grabbing stuff out of the cupboards as though it were second nature. Yet before he could actually start cooking anything, he was not-so-rudely interrupted.
“Hey,” Shouto pressed a kiss into the back of his neck, making him drop the (thankfully plastic) jug he'd been holding in surprise; he hadn't even noticed him coming in.
His boyfriend’s hands then trailed down from his shoulders, finally stopping at jus hips. Katsuki at least celebrated the fact that he'd been right- Shouto really was a better boyfriend than he was, especially if he could easily reduce his insides to mush in under ten seconds. The blonde then felt himself getting spun around, too startled to stop it from happening, until he was facing the other whilst pressed up against the counter.
“I wanted to try something.” Shouto said simply, as if he hadn't just barged into the kitchen and interrupted Katsuki’s cooking.
“I need fucking food.” He mumbled, but by then the other was already pressing chaste kisses to his neck, thoroughly distracting him. It was almost impressive, really, that he managed to be suave even though he had to bend down a good bit for his mouth to reach the other’s neck (once again: tall bastard).
“Just a minute?” It was not a question, since Shouto didn't pause at all in his mission to reduce Katsuki to a pile of blushing goop.
Weighing out his options, the blonde decided food could wait. Humming appreciatively, he let his own hands find their way into Shouto’s hair, pulling his head back enough to be able to lean forward and kiss him on the lips. At first it was just as innocent as their first one, closed mouth and just a few seconds at a time… Until the bastard decided to suck at his bottom lip, scraping his teeth over it a little, practically making Katsuki’s knees give out through the shock of it all.
“How are you so fucking good at this?” Is what he tried to say, the first time he'd ever admitted to Shouto that he was good at something, but the other boy took the opening of his mouth as an invitation to deepen the kiss, licking into his mouth with his tongue.
Katsuki most certainly did not moan at that, not at all. But two could play at that game, even if he'd never done this before, and he copied Shouto's movements, careful not to clank their teeth together. It was getting sort of annoying, having to look up constantly as they kissed (or made out, he supposed, at this point) and apparently the ice user could read minds on top of everything else since he picked up Katsuki like it was nothing and sat him on the counter, not breaking the kiss whilst he did it.
“Ngh…” He leaned away to gasp for breath, now having to look down a little at Shouto, and smiling genuinely at how debauched the other looked with his red lips and messied hair. They were also now in a pretty suggestive position, Katsuki’s legs spread to make room for his boyfriend to stand between them, so that they'd be close enough to kiss properly.
“Now,” Shouto fucking smirked and he was sure he was about to die via implosion of the heart. “I can get to your neck better.” And he started sucking a fucking hickey into the juncture of his collar bone.
Still, he refused to acknowledge that that was a moan that escaped him. Katsuki pulled on his hair harder, gripping it like a lifeline and thanking God that he was sat on the counter otherwise he'd be on the the floor by now. His legs, not content to dangle uselessly, also wrapped around the other’s waist to pull him even closer- though how that was possible he wasn't sure. Shouto finally stopped sucking his neck, and the blonde wasn't even mad about the four marks that would probably be there for the next few days, instead meeting his lips again. This continued for about five minutes more, and Katsuki decided they were possibly the best five minutes of his sixteen years on Earth.
“Hel- ah!” Iida’s shocked voice interrupted their make out session, causing the two boys to turn to him slowly- one angry and the other looking neutral, but with an air of cool disdain.
“Yes, Iida?” Shouto squeezed one of his hips, as if to say ‘let me handle this’. Katsuki only wordlessly agreed so he'd be able scowl constantly at the class rep, his arms now crossed over his black tank top rather than his hands staying in his boyfriend’s hair, as he'd prefer. He was just compromising so much today.
Iida was looking at them, face completely drained of blood, his eyes glassy as he stared. His arms had frozen halfway through a chopping motion, and his mouth was still open, part way through a silent scream, it seemed.
“I-” Iida blinked, coughing a little and averting his eyes, before continuing in a strained tone. “I think we will have to update the dorm rules with a PDA section.” His focus was now trained on the floor, looking at it as though he were praying it would swallow him up “An- and, Bakugou-kun, I've told you, sitting on counters is a sign of disrespect to-”.
“Oh, you fucking-” Before he could jump down and punch Iida in the face, Shouto's hands moved down to his thighs and he squeezed the muscle in them, effectively shutting him up as he groaned.
“Sorry about the counter, Katsuki and I will move this somewhere else.” The ice user was nodding at the class rep politely, but the blonde could see an (abhorrently attractive) threatening look in his eye as he spoke, digging his nails through the fabric of his much-too-tight jeans.
With that, Shouto blinked at Katsuki as though he were asking a question- one which the other did not understand- before turning back to Iida, his expression still neutral.
“Is there anyone in the common room?” He asked, a touch impatiently and the blonde found himself agreeing, because if they didn't start making out again soon he was going to fucking lose it.
“... No, they all went to the gym to play dodgeball, but that doesn't mean you can just-” Before Iida finished his sentence, Shouto lifted Katsuki once more, but this time kept him in midair, legs wrapped tighter around his waist on instinct, hands clutching the back of the other’s shirt to stay up.
He began walking towards the common room, apparently deaf to whatever Iida was blabbering on about, much like Katsuki himself.
“Hey!” He poked the other a tad aggressively, refusing to sit about and let himself be manhandled- no matter how much he was secretly into this.
“Sorry!” Shouto said, even though he wasn't putting him down. “Are you okay with this? We haven't been dating for very long at all and I just sprung all of this on you.” He blinked at him with concern, not moving and instead just standing in the center of the common room.
“Ye- yeah, I'm fucking okay with this, idiot, otherwise I would have stopped you. It's just…” Honesty was what that Wikihow article had said before he gave up on it, right? “This is fucking embarrassing.”
“Would you rather stay down here or go to one of our rooms?”.
Shit. Okay, there was something way too intimate about their bedrooms that Katsuki decided he didn't want to explore at least until they'd gone on a proper date. The common room seemed like the better option, plus he kind of liked the idea of showing off to all his idiots (re friends) that he had a hot boyfriend and they didn't.
“Here.” He breathed out, before leaning down to kiss Shouto a little more, deciding that this was his relationship and if wanted to spend twenty minutes making out in the common room then so be it- if someone else got back from dodgeball and were embarrassed then they'd have to leave.
The ice user nodded into the kiss, before walking a couple of steps and collapsing so that he was sat on a random deck chair they used for movie night, Katsuki in his lap with his legs straddling him.
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Katsuki was at least glad that he didn't have to spend all of his time at school lamenting over how Shouto was better at boyfriend-ing than him; practically nothing had changed during class. Sure, now they walked together (which they did because apparently that was something the ice user fantasised about? Handholding?) in the mornings but they didn't speak during lessons anymore than they had before, and they didn't sit sit together at lunch. This was good, since Katsuki did not want his entire life to begin revolving around his relationship when he was still aiming to be the No1 hero. Homework also managed to keep them preoccupied during their ‘free’ time, as well as his and Kirishima’s daily gym visits.
That meant that, by Wednesday, the two still hadn't technically gone out on a date, and Katsuki was realising that he should be the one to plan it.
“So, you want to take Todoroki-kun out on a date?” Kirishima asked annoyingly as they headed back from the gym, just finished with an hours training straight after their afternoon hero exercises- let's just say both were glad they had showered.
“Fucking whatever.” He growled, which meant ‘yes, I do, but how the fuck do I do that?!’.
“Hmm,” The redhead hummed, now fluent in ‘Bakubro’, as he called it, and clearly thinking more than he was used to. “Just do something simple- dinner, maybe. You know what he likes.”.
This was true: Katsuki was fully aware that Shouto’s favourite food was cold soba, and he knew about the little restaurant just a mile away that was supposed to sell the best cold soba in all of Eastern Japan, according to Welp.
“That's so fucking unoriginal- I have to beat him.” He kicked some leaves as they walked over them, frowning angrily.
“You still want to beat your own boyfriend at being a boyfriend? Isn't it in your best interest for him to be the better boyfriend?” Kirishima gently nudged him, before hardening his entire body for protection. When it became clear that Katsuki wasn't going to do anything more than scowl at him, he deactivated his quirk. “And damn, I know I'm gay but that was a lot of saying the word ‘boyfriend’, even for me.”.
Rolling his eyes, he continued stomping over the late Autumn leaves on the ground. “I just want to be the fucking best, okay?”.
The redhead looked like he was about to say something that would surely get his head blown off of his body, but they then reached the doors to the dorms.
“After you.”.
Katsuki went in second, just out of spite, and was met with a full common room, all looking at him disapprovingly, with Iida at the front. Shouto looked uncomfortable and cornered on the first row, with Uraraka and fucking Deku on either side of him, and the ‘Bakusquad’ were staring at the blonde with faux disappointment, Ashido and Kaminari barely containing their laughter.
“What the fuck is this?” He didn't blow anything up, an accomplishment really, since this kind of annoying stuff happened almost hourly, and he had to reserve explosions for special occasions else his classmates would become acclimatised.
“An intervention!” Hagakure stood up (judging by her clothes) and yelled, from her place next to Ojirou.
“Tell me invisigirl is lying.” It was not a request, and he turned to Iida and Yaoyorozu to glare at them until they backed down.
“... Sort of?” Yaoyorozu smiled in her most placating manner, ignoring Hagakure’s shouts of ‘that's not my name’ (as if he didn't fucking know her name; they'd been classmates for almost seven god damn months).
“We’re revising the dorm rules.” Oh right, what Iida had been mumbling about on Sunday. He couldn't believe his time was getting wasted like this.
The ‘dorm rules’ were a list of rules that their two class reps had put in place after they'd all moved in, in an effort to make the place more comfortable for them all. They went something like this:
- No damaging others’ property
- No blowing stuff up
- No lighting anything on fire
- Never move the fire extinguishers
- No blowing people up
- No fighting in the dorms
- Label all food in the fridge
- No porn
- No putting sharpies in the washing machines
- No explosions period.
- No alcohol
- No boy/girl baths
- No homophobia and/or transphobia
- No sitting on counters and/or tables
- Seriously, Bakugou, no blowing anything up.
They were mostly fairly stupid rules, from what Katsuki could remember, and there was no clear punishment given to those who broke them. Still, they existed for some reason and Iida was always annoyingly serious about them.
“We need to talk about PDA in public areas.” Iida explained, pulling out a fucking clipboard. “Rules relating to affection in the common spaces weren't necessary before since only Tsuyu-chan and Uraraka-san were dating, and neither of them are particularly… Forward when they're not in private.” The class rep smiled at the two girls, who both held thumbs up, as if he were a proud parent. Clearly, they were his favourites. “But now that you and Todoroki-kun are together, it's obvious that rules need to be put in place.”.
Katsuki used to think that if he ever murdered anyone, it would be fucking Deku. Then, he decided that he'd rather kill that shitty Shigaraki for kidnapping him. Now, he's going to kill Iida for putting him through this. But before he was able to leap at the taller boy, Kirishima grabbed him from behind with his quirk activated, trapping him no matter how much he struggled.
“Get the fuck off me, Shitty Hair!” Struggling and explosions were useless, with the redhead’s iron grip. Still, he kept fighting furiously.
“Look, we know this is probably quite embarrassing for you both,” Yaoyorozu began, as if she cared at all. “but it's uncomfortable for the rest of us to walk in on you sharing… Intimate moments…”.
“Th- they just want to add one little rule, Kacchan, can't you ju-” Deku did not finish that sentence, since Katsuki made a large enough explosion to make a hole in the floor and sent both him and Kirishima, who had not relaxed his stubborn grip whatsoever, flying into the ceiling with the force of it.
He groaned once they'd landed, now in a crater whilst the singed carpet managed to catch alight, and Shouto had to send frost over it in order to extinguish it. Katsuki attempted to get up, but the redhead was still holding into him, so instead he just laid back down- pretty bruised from the impact. He'd not meant to make such a big explosion, but he'd been pissed and then Deku started talking and, sure, maybe he didn't completely despise Deku anymore but he still managed to annoy him at every possible opportunity. Now they'd have to fix the floor, again, and he'd have to have another shower to get all of the dust off of him.
“Katsuki? Are you alright?” Shouto looked at him with concern, but didn't reach out to help him up, probably understanding that that would just make him feel weak and then even angrier.
“Just fucking peachy.” He kicked at Kirishima, who finally let go of him, and struggled to his feet, brushing his clothes down.
“Perhaps we should discuss this at a later date?” Suggested Iida quietly, from the crowd of their classmates who were huddled together, now all standing, watching the events unfold.
“If we're going to fucking talk about it, do it now- I'm only having this shitty conversation once.”.
Katsuki let Yaoyorozu and Iida ramble on for ten minutes about their class, the benefits that would come with a new rule banning anything more intimate than a closed mouth kiss on the lips in public areas. Now over his initial, and intense, embarrassment over the subject, he didn't blow anything more up until what Iida said afterwards.
“Of course, we'll also have to regard the rules pertaining to when a couple, let's say, advances their relationship to the next level. Sexual intercourse-” At least the class rep had the decency to look uncomfortable whilst he spoke, stopping when he heard Katsuki choke..
Shouto also looked, for once, embarrassed, completely red in the face and like he might catch on fire- which was a definite possibility. “We should probably not talk about that until… Later , if you'll excuse me.” The ice user got up and left, to much less resistance than Katsuki had had.
“If this torture session is over, I'm fucking going too.” The blonde stormed out as angrily as he possibly could, leaving the dorms building entirely to avoid his classmates.
He went on a walk around campus to clear his head, and drain some of his leftover fury, not coming back until he was sure everyone would've dealt with the crater in the floor.
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On Thursday night he was googling fifty different date ideas, attempting to figure out the perfect first date for him to ask Shouto on. In theory it shouldn't have been very difficult, but in practice he was acting like as much of an anxious mess as fucking Deku.
Katsuki was lost on how to make it both special and fun, without seeming like he was trying too hard. Dinner, like Kirishima had suggested, was a classic but bland, and just going to the cinema had been done a million times before too. A picnic in the park was romantic, and he could even prepare the food himself, but it would probably be all cheesy and embarrassing. Kaminari and Mineta, who had only found out about his struggle through stupid Shitty Hair, both just told him to let Icyhot ‘fuck him’ (that's a direct quote) which he steadfastly ignored after exploding them both through a fence.
He was about to give up and go back to Wikihow, since figuring out date ideas on his own was clearly impossible (he liked doing difficult things, not completely unattainable things), when Katsuki heard a knock on his balcony door that scared him shitless and caused sparks to fly from his palms.
At least he knew who it was this time.
He dragged himself across the room, phone still in hand, and opened up the door to see Shouto standing out there. He looked different from last time, when he'd climbed down onto his balcony to confess his feelings, now in blue plaid pajama bottoms and a (too tight for Katsuki to handle) white vest top, instead of baggy sweats. He wasn't wearing shoes or socks either, and his hair looked damp from showering, so the blonde was forced to pull him inside before the November air gave him a cold.
“Are you fucking stupid?! Or do you just want to catch the flu?!” He slammed the door shut behind the ice user, purposefully ignoring that the other could just heat himself up with his flames, and letting him pull him into a cuddle on the edge of his bed.
“Katsuki,” Shouto murmured into his ear, whilst his arms were wrapped around his waist. The blonde pulled his duvet up to cover their shoulders, leaning into his boyfriend's touch. “I wanted to talk to you.”.
“Mhm,” He mumbled back tiredly, dropping his phone onto the mattress. “Is there some rule I don't know about that says you can only come in here if you ‘have something to talk about’? Cause that's fucking stupid.” Katsuki nuzzled into the other boy’s hair, easily reaching since the ice user was slouched against him.
“No…” Shouto shifted so that they were facing each other. “But if I came here without something to talk to you about, then would you be okay with what would end up happening?”.
How he kept a straight face whilst saying that, Katsuki did not know, especially when just hearing it made him blanche. He let out a stuttered breath, realising for the first time how close they still were, even now they were facing each other.
“What did you want to talk about, Halfie?” He managed to get out without choking, no heat behind the nickname. No fondness, either, but he hoped Shouto still knew it was there.
“We haven't gone on a date yet, so I wanted to ask you-” Great. Fan-fucking-tastic, this was just perfect. Now the blonde had lost the one way he was going to prove himself to be at least a moderately good boyfriend.
“Seriously?!” He whined, embarrassingly, he was sure, before flopping back onto his bed, taking the duvet with him. “Why?!” Shouto was looking at him with mild surprise, which for him meant huge shock, and the explosive boy covered his face with his hands.
“Don't… Don't you want to go on a date with me?” Dammit, he sounded so upset and hurt- fuck.
“Shit, no, of course I want to go on a fucking date with you. I just wanted to be the one to ask, bastard!” He sat up on his elbows to glare at him, but glad to see the sadness had been erased from his features.
“Oh,” The other breathed out, a small smile making its way onto his lips. Damn, he was too attractive for his own good. “That's really cute.”.
Shouto ignored Katsuki’s indignant noise, instead climbing over so that he was straddling his waist, smiling down at his face from just an inch above. He looked smug, whilst the blonde attempted to keep frowning, before leaving a chaste kiss on his lips, forcing him to lean up for more.
“It's really sweet that you wanted to ask me.” He said, breaking away from their third kiss and looking at him like he was a puppy. “You're even more adorable than I thought.”.
“Oi!” He attempted to kick the other off of him, failing since he didn't actually want Shouto to get off. “I'm not fucking adorable.”.
“Hmmm.” The other hummed disbelievingly, still smiling softly from above him. He reached out to play with Katsuki’s hair and the blonde let him.
“What was your fucking date idea, anyway, since I guess that's the one we're doing.” He complained with a sigh, even though he was actually curious about what Shouto had come up with.
“Well,” The ice user started confidently, “There's this paintball place only an hour away by bullet train, so I booked for us to go on Saturday. Its pairs- the last team alive wins.” Fuck, that was a great date idea- way better than anything the blonde had come up with.
It was fun and unique and full of action and catered to Katsuki’s competitive side without being too violent. It was also an activity, which meant it would be okay if there were long silences where neither really knew what to say.
It was perfect.
“You're perfect.” The blonde accidentally muttered aloud, gaining a soft chuckle from the boy above him.
“You too.” And with that, Shouto leant down to kiss him again, smiling softly into it.
Maybe, Katsuki thought, it wasn't too awful that his boyfriend was the best one ever.