Work Text:
Katsuki has always worn long sleeves around who’s opinion he cared about and he’d even easily covered it by having long gloves on his hero costume.It was a bit harder to convince the school to let him wear long sleeves under the gym uniform but he managed that too, once his mom explained the situation. He didn’t like to talk about it and he didn’t want anyone to see them long enough to mention them. But then that stupid fucking shark boy had to make him feel confident.
Eijiro was the one person he wanted to feel comfortable wearing tank tops around and it was driving him crazy because he couldn’t bring himself to take off the shirt. He sat down on the couch in the middle of the common room and picked at a hole in his pants while he waited for Eijiro to come out of the showers. He just wanted to go back up to the dorm rooms and relax but he promised to walk Ei back so that he could show him his new punching bag.
Why did it have to be so fucking hot in here though? He grumbled, holding the cuffs of his sleeves tightly in his fists while he waited.
“Hey! Sorry about the wait baby I had to deal with some problems in the shower” Eijiro finally walked out and Katsuki grumbled as he stood up in response, grabbing his hand.
“Whatever let’s just go so I can see your punching bag and then relax. It’s really fucking hot down here.”
Eijiro laughed and laced his fingers in Katsuki’s with a hum. “Well that comes with wearing a long sleeve shirt. You not wearing a tanktop underneath?” He asked.
“I’m not taking it off” Katsuki grumbled and he looked away from him. He was almost regretting saying something now though because he looked over at Eijiro’s face and could see the concern. “What is it shitty hair? What is that face for?”
“Katsu you realise it’s like 27 degrees in here? Why are you wearing a long sleeve shirt?”
“It’s not that fucking hot if anything it’s like 18 and it’s fine that I’m wearing a long sleeve shirt okay don’t fucking worry about it”
“Katsu”
“Drop it shitty hair”
“Okay okay Sorry. Come on let’s go check out my new bag okay? You can still have my old one if you want it though it’s pretty beat up.”
“Yeah whatever” Katsuki grumbled heavily and sat on Eijiro’s bed to wait for him to pull out the bag. He was uncomfortable and really aware of how hot it was now. He looked up when he saw the new black and orange bag and rolled his eyes. “You’re a cheesy bastard this is why you wanted to see it?”
Eijiro shrugged. “It reminded me of you. Katsu I love you and I want you to know you can tell me anything okay?”
Katsuki grumbbled and fell back onto the bed. “If this is about the shirt”
Eijiro shook his head. “No it’s not just that. I mean I can tell you are hiding something but I’m not going to pressure you to tell me what it is. I just want you to know i’m always gonna be here for you no matter what because I love you and I’ve never felt this way about anyone before and you mean the world to me Katsuki, flaws and all so if you ever want to talk about anything at all I’ll listen”
Katsuki grumbled and ran his fingers through his hair. He didn’t want to talk about it. He’s never wanted to talk about it. But he wanted to show him. He wanted someone to know. He sat up again and gripped the hem of his shirt, taking a few deep breaths and pulling the shirt off slowly. “Don’t fucking say anything okay?” He muttered.
Eijiro blinked, not expecting it to happen right away. He sat down next to him on the bed, knowing what it was. He had always had a feeling but he didn’t want to say anything to Katsuki, especially if he was wrong.
Katsuki wiped the oncoming tears away quickly. “I...I don’t know” he muttered. “I don’t know the answers to any of the questions in your head because I don’t know the answers to any of the questions anyone ever asks. I’ve never known why. I started because I thought I deserved to be hurt for all the times I’ve hurt everyone else and then I...I just kept going because it helped me feel better and I became numb to it and I’m so ashamed of all these scars-”
“Don’t you dare be ashamed of them” Eijiro stopped him, gently taking his hands and folding his own into them. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s okay. I won’t ask and you don’t have to tell me about them. But I want you to feel comfortable. I’ll forget about them and you can go back to wearing that shirt or you can wear your tank tops in my room but I will never ask you about them unless you want to talk about it okay? I don’t care that you have scars I don’t care that you have a hard time expressing yourself. I love you and I always will. So don’t worry so much about it okay?”
Katsuki sniffled and pressed his face into Eijiro’s chest, nodding slowly. “Okay” he whispered. “I love you too”