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POV KATSUKI

“Oi, nerd!” I call to Deku as he and Uraraka are leaving the classroom. 

“What is it, Kacchan?” Deku asks, looking over his shoulder. Uraraka gives him a puzzled look, but he just tells her she’ll meet up with him back at the dorms. The classroom is empty, aside from Mr. Aizawa who’s ushering us out so he can go home. Our sensei glares at us, but I just ignore him. “Can we talk in the hallway?” Deku asks softly. “Mr. Aizawa looks tired.”

“Extra credit for Midoriya for considering my well-being,” Aizawa grumbles, slugging to the door. “But you guys can stay here. I’m going to head home, and I trust that you won’t break out into another jealousy-fueled fist fight.”

“Got it!” Deku says. “See you tomorrow morning, Sensei!” Aizawa just grumbles his response, making it barely audible. He pulls the door closed behind him, making Deku’s face flush red. “S-so what did you need, Kacchan?”

“It wasn’t supposed to be this big of a deal,” I say, averting my eyes. “I just wanted to know if you were training today. I fucking forgot to sign up for a slot, and since you and IcyHot are the only people I can train with, I thought I’d see if you were willing to get your ass beat.”

“I was planning on skipping training today and going to the movies with Uraraka,” Deku says, frowning softly. “Why not ask Todoroki?”  

For some reason, I’m angry. Thankfully, my teacher’s voice echoes through my head, reminding me not to fight in the classroom. So instead I settle for some colorful words. “You know what? Nevermind, you fucking scumbag. Fuck you and your dumb little whore.” I push past Deku aggressively, purposely trying to knock him to the floor like a bowling pin. But he just bounces back up and grabs my wrist.

“Wait!” he squeals, holding me in place. I could break free, but I don’t. “I’ll train with you on one condition.”

“I don’t want your fucking pity,” I growl at him. 

“Just hear me out,” Deku says gently. “And don’t kill me. Today is Thursday. My slot is from four to six, and the movie starts at five thirty. I’ll train with you… if you go to the movies with me.”

I grunt, feeling my face heat up. I turn my head away from him while my shoulders tense. I clear my throat, adjust my stance, blink slower. “That sounds stupid as hell,” I grumble. But flashes of going on a movie date with Deku roll through my mind, and butterflies erupt in my stomach. What the hell, Katsuki? What’s wrong with you? Snap out of it! 

“You don’t have to go,” Deku says a little too quickly. “It’s fine. I mean, it’s Uraraka’s ticket after all.”

“What’s the damn movie about?” I say with a scowl. 

“Uh, it’s a romantic comedy,” Deku squeaks. “But seriously, you don’t have to go. I was, uh, joking. Yeah, it was a joke. I mean, why would I want to go on a movie date with you? Not that it was a date offering. Not that it wasn’t. I mean if you want to go on a date we could make it a date but you’re kind of my bully. You don’t really bully me as much as you did in middle school, but you’re still rude. I’m not bothered, of course! I think it’s hot. I mean- uh- shoot…” Deku’s rambling stops, and the two of us hold a very awkward silence. His freckles are consumed by his blush, and he tilts his head downward just a bit so his green hair covers his naturally teary eyes. 

“Sure, whatever,” I blurt, shoving my hands in my pockets. “I’ll go on a stupid date with you, nerd.”

“Nice,” Deku whispers, his voice quivering. “So, uh, training?” 

“Yeah.” There’s no way in hell that I’ve ever met such an awkwardly adorable person. “What are you just standing there for, you moron? Let’s go! I’ve got a fight to win!” Deku smirks, trailing after me as I leave the room. 

POV DENKI

“Think you’re ready for the final exams?” Shinsou asks as we pack up our stuff. I nod eagerly, feeling my brain growing already. When Mr. Aizawa told me he found someone to tutor me after school before finals, I didn’t think he was referring to his adopted son, Hitoshi Shinsou, but I have no complaints. The last few weeks have been heaven with him. Was I actually studying? Of course. Was I studying things related to my final exams? Absolutely not. But it sure as hell lifted my… spirits. 

“If Momo or Iida hasn’t started dinner by the time you get back,” Mr. Aizawa says, flipping through a book at the island counter, “let me know and I’ll send over some takeout.” 

“Okay,” I beam, dreaming about hamburgers. “Thanks for the help, Shinsou. I’ll see you tomorrow!” Shinsou smiles and waves softly, his purple eyes sleepy and gleaming. 

“Get to class on time, Kaminari!” Aizawa calls as I pull open the door. “And if you try to connect to my wifi at four in the morning again, I’m making you double your training!” 

“Eek, got it!” I squeal, shuffling out of the house. I stumble down the front steps and hurry over to the bus stop. The bus takes me from Mr. Aizawa’s house to the U.A. campus in less than five minutes, and once I’m off the bus, I hurry up to the gate. I flash my school badge and hurry inside to class 1-A’s dorms. I could smell Yaoyorozu’s cooking from down the street. “Hey, guys! I’m back from tutoring!” I call as I throw my backpack down on the couch.

“Kami, dude, what did I tell you about throwing your stuff everywhere?” Kirishima chuckles as he picks up my bag. I go to grab it from him but he just shakes his head. “It’s fine, I’ll take it up to your room. I’ve got to steal a dress shirt from you anyways. Fatgum is taking me and Takami out for some fancy dinner.” 

I nod, giving him two electric thumbs up. I look around for the rest of my friend group, but everyone seems busy. Mina is laughing with Jirou while Sero and Todoroki are reading manga together in the corner. I can’t find Bakugou, and Kiri is getting ready to leave. I sigh, deciding to annoy Tokoyami. 

“What is it that you need, Kaminari?” he asks, not bothering to look up from the thick novel he’s reading. 

“I’m bored,” I whine, plopping down on the floor beside him. “All my friends are busy.”

“How about you do your homework?” Tokoyami suggests, flipping the page. 

I groan, rolling my eyes. “I already did it while tutoring with Shinsou.”

“Did you check with Yaoyorozu to see when the food will be done?” Tokoyami looks at me this time, his bird face shaped in an awfully annoyed way. 

I bolt up, smiling wide. “Good idea. I’m hungry. Momo!” I scurry to the kitchen, slinging my arms around Momo’s shoulders playfully. “Good after noon, Momo. Whatcha making? When’s it gonna be ready? Smells good. I’m bored. Y’know all my friends ditched me and now I’m lonely. I want hamburgers. Are you making hamburgers?”

“Kaminari, while I love your enthusiasm for the meal I’m preparing,” Momo says, passively shrugging my off, “there’s a lot of things over here that could burn you. Why don’t you go talk to Tokoyami? The food will be ready in half an hour.”

“Don’t send him back to me!” Tokoyami calls from the common area. “I just got rid of him!” 

I frown, slumping down on the countertop. “Oh, if only I had a friend… someone to give me attention… sigh…” 

“I could give you attention,” Mineta whispers in my ear. Thankfully, Momo rips him away, and I’m safe from his germs. I drop down onto one of the stools, resting my face on the cool counter. Not too long afterward, at about six forty, Bakugou and Midoriya burst through the door with wide smiles on their faces. I watch paralyzed, feeling a weird twinge in my chest. I excuse myself and head up to my room. 

I flop face first onto my bed, groaning loudly. Bakugou has been making me feel weird lately. Kind of like how I feel with Shinso, but less obvious. I know I have a crush on Shinsou, but there’s no way I could have a crush on Bakugou. He’s mean and crazy and prideful and he doesn’t care about me at all–

“Oi, phone charger,” Bakugou growls, throwing my door open. He slams it behind him and stalks over to my bed, sitting on the end of the mattress. I shuffle around, sitting up so my back is against the wall. “Did you not hear or something, you moron? Momo said the food is ready. Come eat.”

“I’m not hungry,” I say, pouting. “I’m trying to sort through my brain.”

“What could you possibly have in there that needs sorting through?” Bakugou teases, running his fingers through my hair. My breath hitches in my throat, but I just ignore it. I was kind of horny earlier with Shinsou. There’s no way Bakugou is making me feel like this. “I’m serious, dumbass. What’re you thinking about?”

“N-nothing,” I blurt, backing up a bit. But my back is against the wall. Bakugou smirks, climbing over so he’s sitting shoulder to shoulder with me. I decide to change the subject to something that will hurt me because I’m an idiot. “Where did you and Midoriya go after school? I was kind of left hanging by the whole squad.”

“Deku and I went out to see some dumb romance movie,” Bakugou says, the remnants of a blush lingering on his face. I feel sick again, but I ignore it. Smiling. “Where’s Kiri? I know his manly bitch ass doesn’t have a date.”

“He’s at some fancy dinner with Amajiki and Fatgum,” I say with a long sigh. “So… you and Midoriya?” I try to say it like it doesn’t break my heart.

“He’s still a damn nerd,” Bakugou grunts. “And he’s still my rival… but he’s my boyfriend now. Whatever that means. Dumb stupid love stuff. I guess I let him beat me a little while we were training. Y’know he doesn't like movie popcorn? What kind of weirdo…” He keeps rambling on about Midoriya, talking all about how different he is. How strong. How pretty. Am I not pretty enough for you, Bakugou? 

I brush the thought away. I decided a few weeks ago that I like Shinso. I even told Mina! When you tell someone who you like, it’s set in stone. I wouldn’t have told Mina if I didn’t think it was serious. So why do I want to kiss Bakugou so bad? And as soon as the thought pops up, I go for it. I place my hand on the side of his face and press our lips together. It’s electric; his lips are soft and warm, and I nearly die when he places his hand on my lower back. He pulls me onto his lap, and I straddle him, deepening the kiss. 

When we finally break away, we’re panting like crazy. “Sorry,” I blurt, attempting to get off his lap. “Shit, sorry… you were talking about Midoriya, and how much you like him and I just–” Bakugou grabs my hips, keeping me in place. I gasp, and he places his finger to my lips. 

“Quiet,” he says. “Who said I can’t like two boys, huh? I’m the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight. I can have more than one boy.” He presses his lips against mine again, rocking my hips back and forth slowly. I tilt my head back, giving him access to my throat. Bakugou happily takes advantage of this, kissing and sucking on my neck. I wouldn’t be surprised if he left marks. 

“Wh-what if the others get upset?” I squeak out. “I don’t want to make Midoriya sad o-or piss off the rest of the squad.”

“Denki,” Bakugou growls, “we’re just having fun. Don’t overthink it, okay? I’ll talk to Deku about it later. Just… enjoy it. I don’t do this with just anyone.” Bakugou flips us so he’s on top, pulling off his shirt in the process. The sight of his chest makes me weak, and my Adam’s apple bobs in my throat. “Ready?” he says raspily. I nod, melting into his touch.

POV SHINSOU   

9:16 pm

Izuku: Hey Hitoshi! We haven’t talked in a while… just wanted to check up on you :) 

Izuku: How’s everything going? Getting sleep like I told you?

I smirk down at my phone, picturing the green-headed boy typing his cute little texts. “What’re you smiling at?” my dad asks. I don’t answer him and instead type Izuku back a message. 

Me: yeah, I took a nap today during lunch so I was able to actually help Denki during our tutoring session. How’re things with you?

Izuku: Awesome! Kacchan and I were training together today and then we went out on a movie date

Me: That's sweet. Look at you scoring big, Izuku ;p

Izuku: 0///_///0

Izuku: yeah I guess <3 

Izuku: did i mention

Izuku: Kacchan

Izuku: asked me

Izuku: to be

Izuku: his

Izuku: BOYFRIEND

Me: And you said?

Izuku: I said yes uwu so now I have a boyfriend!  

Me: correct me if I’m wrong, Izuku, but you’re pansexual right?

Izuku: *thumbs up*

Me: Are you polyamorus? 

“Hitoshi,” Dad calls, snapping my attention. The blush of embarrassment only grows as Mic and Dad stare at me suspiciously. “Put your phone away. Eri wants to say goodnight.”

“Okay,” I say, slipping my phone into my back pocket. Eri runs over to me, and I scoop her up, giving her a hug. “Good night, Little horn,” I say, spinning her around softly.

“Good night, Toshi!” Eri giggles. I put her down, smiling as she ran over to dad and Mic. “Night, pop-pop! Night Dadzawa! Sugar dreams!”

“You mean sweet dreams?” I tease. Eri just sticks her tongue out at me, running off to her room. “Well, I’m gonna head back to my room, too. Night Mic, night dad. See you in the morning.”

“I hope whoever you’re texting is worth missing family time!” Mic calls as I hurry down the hall. I just chuckle, closing my door behind me and flopping down onto my bed.

Izuku: polyamorus? Like, being in love with more than one person?

I grin down at my phone, feeling butterflies in my stomach. Izuku is a ray of sunshine through my phone. He was the first friend I made at U.A., and to this day he continues to be one of my motivations to keep working hard. 

Me: yeah… like dating more than one person,  and everyone is on board. Have you ever considered it?    

Izuku: I have… 

Izuku: Why are you asking? Is it something you’re considering?

Me: yeah, I guess so. Just wanted to know your opinion. 

The two of us talk some more. We talk about heroes and villains, then about family and friends. We make lists of all the places we want to go–all the amazing things we want to see. I vent about all my problems, and Izuku picks them up and crafts solutions. I do the same for him, but I’m not nearly as good as him at problem solving. Izuku is an angel, bright and gentle and sweet. If I could talk to him forever, I would, but at around two in the morning, he texts me a good night message and I know I should get some rest.

Izuku: okay! Well, I’m gonna head to bed. Get in good sleep! Good night Hitoshi <3

Me: I will. Good night Izuku <3

#

“Hey, Hitoshi!” Izuku calls, flagging me down in the schoolyard crowd. I duck my head, but it’s no use. I’m a lot taller than my peers. Izuku runs over, beaming like the little vibrant ball of energy that he is. “Good morning, Hitoshi! How’d you sleep?”

“Not bad,” I say softly. “You?”

“I slept well,” Izuku says. “Sorry for keeping you up so late. Sometimes I just start talking and I never shut up and it’s annoying but I can’t stop it and–”

“Who said it was annoying?” I blurt. Izuku looks up at me, his eyes wide. “I don’t think it’s annoying,” I continue. “I think your thoughts are smart and well-crafted. You have amazing ideas, and if more people stopped to listen, I’m sure they’d agree with me.”

Izuku’s face blushes red, and he tucks his hands in his pockets. “Ah, well, thanks, Hitoshi!”

“No problem.”

“OI, NERD?!” a familiar, angry voice calls, stomping over. Bakugou glares at me, dramatically pushing me out of the way. “What’re you doing, talking to this fuckboy insomniac?!”

“Kacchan, it isn’t like that,” Izuku giggles. “Um, I don't know if you two have met properly in person. Hitoshi, this is my boyfriend, Kacchan. Kacchan, this is Hitoshi. I fought him at the sports festival, and after that we decided to keep in touch.”

“Hey Kacchan,” I tease. 

“It’s Katsuki,” he growls. “Katsuki Bakugou. Deku’s just stupid. But anyway, stay away from him. He’s mine.”

“Yeah?” I say, lowering my voice as I step closer. I can’t fight the urge to mess with Katsuki’s pride, despite how much trouble it might cause. “Or what, Katsuki? What if I don’t want to leave your boyfriend alone?”

“You- w-well–” Katsuki stammers, his face getting redder and redder. “Then I’ll kill you! Back up! I’m the Great Explosion Murder God DynaMight, and I’ll tear your ass up!”

I lean forward so I’m whispering in his ear. I mumble two words, smirking to myself as Katsuki trembles before me. “Bite me.” Of course, this makes Katsuki jump back and fire a million explosions at me. Thanks to Izuku, I dodge out of the way. No one is harmed, but Katsuki and I earn ourselves after school detention for the rest of the week.

POV KATSUKI

“I’m only going to say this once,” booms Vlad King as he stands up and heads to the door, “If I return in an hour and your assignments aren’t completed, all of you will be running laps around this whole campus until your feet are bruised.”

“Surely you can’t do that, Mr. Vlad King, sir,” squeaks a third year girl with bright blue hair. She’s chewing on a pen cap, so her words come out with a bit of spit.

“‘Course I can!” Vlad King roars. “I’m the only one who can deal with you little delinquents to begin with, so if Nezu wants me to stay, he’ll let me do things my way. Get to work. I’m not going to freak out if y’all are talking, but don’t do anything that got you into this room in the first place. Understood?”

“Got it,” the blue haired girl sings. Vlad King exits the room, and she bops up to the front, smiling wide as if we’re in an after school club and not detention. I look around the room, not seeing any familiar faces. Besides Shinsou, of course, because it was his bitch ass that got us into this mess. The blue haired girl introduces herself as Shinrai Heiwa, but mostly everyone calls her Vixen. The room is filled with third years, and Vixen says it’s because the teachers are the most strict with them. “Not sure why,” Vixen continues, “but it doesn’t matter. Let’s get started on these essays!” 

The room migrates into a bored silence, but as usual, I put all my effort into my work to make it better than everyone else’s. The essays have to be at least five pages, front and back, about what rule we broke, the benefits of why it’s a rule, potential damages from breaking said rule, and how to change in the future. As I’m writing, I feel someone nudge my shoulder. I look up and see Shinsou, his purple eyes sleepy like usual but a sly grin on his face. “What?” I bark at him. 

“Just wanted to apologize,” he says lightly, “for pushing your buttons. I didn’t know you were such a hothead, Katsuki.”

“I’m not a damn hothead!” I snap at him. It’s not that I’m intimidated by this guy, it’s just… he sends shivers down my spine that I really can’t explain. And he seems to have the same effect on Deku. Maybe something to do with his quirk? But I haven’t answered any of his questions… “Was that it?” I spit out. “Can you leave me alone now?”

“So rude,” Shinsou says with a chuckle. God, his voice… I shake the thought out of my head and angle my face away so he can’t see my blush. “Katsuki,” Shinsou teases, his voice still low and raspy. He gently places his hand under my chin and turns my head so I’m looking up at him. “Look at me, Katsuki.” The way he says my name…

“What?” I blurt, smacking my hand away. “You’re a damn pervert, y’know that?! Leave me alone.”

“I just think we should get to know each other,” Shinsou says. “After all, Izuku is your boyfriend now and he and I are really close friends. Plus, I know you’re… intimate… with Denki, and I also know he’s got a crush on me.”

I pause, staring at him with pure bewilderment. “You didn’t tell Deku, right?”

“Nope,” Shinsou says. “Well, not yet. Cheating isn’t cool, Katsuki. There’s a much easier way to get everything that you want. Romantically and sexually.”

“You’re a psychopath,” I say with a low laugh. “The hell are you talking about?”

“Polyamorus relationships,” Shinsou says simply. “What do you know about those?”

“Like a cheating pass?” I blurt, raising one eyebrow. 

“More like a romantic threesome. Or more, if you’d like. You’ll consensually be dating more than one person. Everyone is dating each other. No cheating, nothing like that.”

“So you want a polyamorus relationship,” I say slowly, “with me, Deku, and Sparky?” My breath hitches in my throat as Shinsou’s smile grows. 

“At first I was just thinking of Denki and Izuku,” Shinsou admits, “but you caught my eye, Katsuki.” He leans in close so his lips brush my ear gently. I freeze, and it takes every fiber in my body not to melt into him. “You act so tough, but I’m sure I can break your walls down if you give me the chance.”

My Adam’s apple bobs in my throat, and I’m frozen even after he sits back in his seat. My entire body is on fire, and I’m sure my whole face is red. There’s a tent forming in my pants, and I can feel the third years looking at me weird. I bolt upward and grab Shinsou’s wrist, pulling him to the boys’ bathroom with me. I push the taller boy against the door as soon as it closes, fury and lust in my eyes. I can’t tell them apart. “You’re a scumbag,” I growl at him as he strips off his shirt. My eyes scan his chest… lanky but lean… and I can feel my legs trembling. 

“I’m guessing you’ve never bottomed before,” Shinsou chuckles, spinning us and I groan as my back slams against the cold wall. “Well, get ready, Katsuki. I’m not going easy on you.”

“For the record,” I say breathlessly. “This stays between us.”

Shinsou smirks, and I melt into his touch.         

POV DENKI

“Hey Shinsou,” I say with a sigh as I plop down at his dining room table. “Did Mr. Aizawa and Present Mic leave already?”

“Yeah,” Shinsou says, cracking out a monster can. He organizes our books and papers on the table, eyes narrowing. “Finals are in less than a month, and you’ve improved a lot from when we first started working together. I think we just have to work on Math. Are you focused enough to start, because this is gonna be a lot.”

I feel my face heat up as he glances up at me. “There’s actually, um, something I wanted to ask you about…” I say softly. 

“Okay,” Shinsou says. “Shoot.”

My blush multiples, and I slam my face down onto the table. My forehead smacks against the wood, and I let out a pitiful groan. “It’s nothing,” I whimper out. “Let’s do Algebra.”

“Don’t be a brat,” Shinsou chuckles. “What is it?” I sit back up and cover my face with my hands, muffling my words. I spit out some gibberish, but Shinsou grabs my wrists and pins them on the table. “Speak, Denki.” 

“I have a crush on you,” I blurt out faster than my brain can process. I just feel the heat of his hand, and I can’t stop my word vomit. “I’ve had a crush on you since you joined our class for training that one day. I can’t get you out of my head, and tutoring with you all these weeks has literally been driving me insane because I– well, that’s not something I’m gonna dive into,” I gasp, laughing awkwardly. Shinsou releases my wrists, and I cover my face, feeling the heat radiate off my cheeks. 

“Alright,” Shinsou says plainly. “Well, if it soothes your embarrassment, I like you too.”

“Wha- what?!” I squeal, jumping up. All my confidence washes back over me as I make electric finger guns and dance around. “Hell yeah! So are we dating? Can we date?”

“You want to be my boyfriend, Denki?” Shinsou says, his voice low and raspy. I freeze, nothing moving but my head bobbing back and forth as I nod. “Sweet. Now sit down and solve these problems. Your algebra grade is horrendous.”

“Rude!” I groan, plopping back down on my seat. “If I do these stupid problems, will you take me on a date?”

“If you do the problems and get them right,” Shinsou teases, “I’ll take you out for laser tag and milkshakes.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, my pencil moves at the speed of sound. I only missed one question, but Shinsou took me out anyway, ‘cause I’m just that good.  

POV DEKU

“Midoriya and Kaminari, you two will be working together for this project since our class’s numbers can’t split evenly into all groups of three. Do you think you can handle the workload?” Mr. Aizawa says, narrowing his eyes at the two of us. The class murmurs a bit, making their predictions. They all think I’m just gonna do all the work, but I know that Kaminari is a lot smarter than people give him credit for. 

“We got it, sensei!” I say proudly. Even Kaminari looks surprised, but I don’t mind. I just smile at him, big and wide. He smiles back pointing electric finger guns in my direction. Butterflies flap around in my stomach, but I dismiss it as hunger. I didn’t get to eat lunch because I was writing. 

“Alright, I’ll give you the rest of class to get started, though it’s only about half an hour. Be productive, but don’t be loud.” Aizawa slumps down in his yellow sleeping bag as the sound of moving desks and scraping chairs erupts around the room. When seats are situated, everyone gets locked in on brainstorming. The project is to create your own hero agency, determine how it functions, and what kind of quirks would help propel it into success. A little bit of business and finance, a bit of battle IQ and analysis, and some creativity!

“Here’s what I’m thinking,” Kaminari blurts as he plops down across from me. “You’ve got a super strength quirk, and I’m electricity. Ready for it? Drum roll please… ELECTRIC POWER AGENCY! Do you like it? I came up with it all by myself!” 

“It’s awesome, Kami!” I beam, writing his idea down. “And I already have a million ideas for how our quirks compliment each other written down in my notebook. I always thought me and you would make a great team, but I guess I never really thought to approach you. I’m happy we get to work together!”

Kami chuckles softly, melting my heart. “Really? Even though I’m kinda a dunce when it comes to battle analysis?” 

“What are you talking about?” I blurt at him. “You’re not a dunce! You’re super strong, and you do a great job controlling your quirk and protecting other people from it. I think you’re amazing, Kami, I really do. Check this out.” I pull out my hero notebook and flip to his page, feeling my heart thump in my chest. His golden amber eyes scan every word, and a blush creeps onto his face. I smile and lean back in my chair, determination in my eyes. “See? You’re a great hero, Kami! And this project we’re doing is gonna be awesome! Maybe when we graduate U.A., we can actually build an agency together.”

“That’d be awesome, Midoriya,” Kaminari says softly. He blinks hard, a big grin on his face. “Electric Power!” 

“Yeah!” 

“Hey, losers!” Kacchan yells, slapping his palms on the table. Jirou and Sero, who are his group partners, roll their eyes at Kacchan’s failure to stay on task. Kaminari and I jump a bit, making Kacchan smirk. “You said you wanna build your own real hero agency after graduation, huh?”

“Yeah,” Kaminari taunts. “And it’s gonna be way better than yours.”

Kacchan glares at him, his brows furrowing. I watch as the muscles in his jaw tighten, and sink into the sound of his voice growing deeper with annoyance. “Well, then, brat, I guess I’ll retract my offer if you wanna make it a damn competition.”

“What offer?” I squeak out, subconsciously putting my hand on Kacchan’s arm. He smiles at me and laces our fingers together. “Please tell us, Kacchan! We wanna know!”

“I was thinking, instead of it just being you two, we could combine agencies. I’m gonna be the number one hero–”

“Debatable,” I blurt out. Kacchan scowls at me and keeps going.

“I’m gonna be one of the top heroes,” he grumbles, “and I guess you guys are pretty strong too or whatever, so we should all just work together to crush everyone else.”

“Bakugou, you traitor!” Sero yells from across the room. 

Kacchan flips him off, a wicked smile on his face. “So how does that sound, nerds? You in?”

“Of course!” Kami cheers. “We’re gonna crush the competition!” 

“Yeah!” I chime in. “This is gonna be awesome!” 

“And I was thinking we could add Shinsou, too,” Kacchan says. “But I’m not sure. He likes to, uh, fight me for power and it’s annoying. But… keep him in mind, alright?” With that, Kacchan walks away, and Kami and I exchange suspicious glances. 

“Kaminari,” I whisper, pursing my lips. “Sus?”

“Very sus,” Kami says with a small nod. “Do you think he’s proposing what I think he’s proposing?”

“If so,” I say. “This hero agency is gonna be a little different than we originally planned.”   

POV Shinsou

“So you’re polygenesis?” Denki asks as he plops down on the couch beside me, wiggling his eyebrows. We just finished math tutoring, and I promised him a movie night with a movie and snacks of his choice. So we’re surrounded by skittles and gummy bears, wrapped up in a fluffy blanket, watching Detective Pichachu for the sixth time.

“Polygenesis?” I echo, confused as hell. “What?”

“Y’know,” Denki continues, making weird gestures with his hands. “Polygenesis. Like, liking more than one person?”

“Polyamourous?” I ask, raising my eyebrows. Denki smiles wide, nodding quickly. “First, those words aren’t even REMOTELY similar besides the first four letters. Second, yeah, why’re you asking?”

“No reason,” he giggles. “Now hush, my favorite part is coming up.”

“Liar,” I tease, ruffling my fingers through his hair. “Why did you want to know? Hiding something, blondie?”

“No!” Denki squeals as I start to tickle his sides. “N-no! Shinsou, quit it!” he cries, laughing hysterically. I tell him I won’t stop until he tells me why he asked, and immediately he blurts out the answer. “I’m sleeping with Bakugou, and I think I’ve got a crush on Midoriya!” 

I stop, pulling my hands back. Denki stares at me, eyes wide. He looks like he’s wracked with guilt, but he shouldn’t be. I knew he and Katsuki were being intimate way before the two of us started dating, and it was always my plan to have Izuku in our relationship as well. Just… hearing him say it out loud felt like a small stab in my chest. “I know,” I say softly. “I just wanted you to say it out loud.” 

“You knew?” Denki says breathlessly. “And you haven’t broken up with me yet? I cheated on you, Shinsou. You should hate me.”

“Why would I do that?” I say with a small chuckle. “I’ve got a crush on both of them, too.”

“Polygenesis,” Denki giggles. “Right, I forgot.”

“Polyamourous,” I correct him, “and yeah, you dofus.”

“So…” Denki whispers. “Does that mean I didn’t cheat?”

“No,” I say, popping a skittle into my mouth. “You 100% cheated on me.”

Denki pretty much throws himself at me, burying his head in my chest. “I’m sorry!” he wails. “Midoriya is just so sweet and adorable and harmless, and… well, I knew it was a bad idea with Bakugou, but he’s so hot and intimidating, I just couldn’t say no.”

“Katsuki? Intimidating?” I chuckle, pulling Denki on my lap. “That’s funny because when he and I did it, he was a mess.”

“YOU TOPPED BAKUGOU KATSUKI?” Denki squeals. “NO FREAKIN’ WAY, DUDE!” 

“Sure as hell did,” I reply. “Why don’t we ask him?” Before Denki can respond, I take out my phone and text Katsuki to come over. 

Katsuki: I can’t, dumbass. I’m with my nerd

Me: bring him, too

Me: Denki wants you guys over here

Katsuki: …For what?  

Me: Sleepover movie night <3  

Me: Don’t keep our blondie waiting, you psychopath :P

“I can’t believe you just did that,” Denki breathes. “What the actual fricky frack fuck. Shinsou, the butterflies in my stomach are eating me!”

“You’ll be alright, babe,” I chuckle, ruffling his hair. “Trust me, I’ve got this all under control.”

Chapter Text

“Oi, Deku,” Katsuki grumbles, tapping Izuku’s foot. The green haired boy is snuggled up in Katsuki’s bed, sleeping off the pain medication he had early for his broken finger. Denki’s Nintendo Switch is loose in his grip since he fell asleep playing Animal Crossing. Katsuki grumbles as he stands up, then sighs dramatically before throwing himself on top of the sleeping boy. Izuku squeals as all of Katsuki’s 80 kilograms of muscle plop down on top of him. 

“Kacchan! What the heck?!’ Izuku screams as he throws Katsuki off the bed. “I was sleeping!” 

“Don’t yell at me unless you wanna fight, nerd,” Katsuki shoots back. 

“Don’t tempt me,” Izuku says under his breath. 

Katsuki snaps his eyes at Izuku, his jaw dropping. He chuckles, grabbing Izuku’s chin to bring them face to face. “What was that, Deku?” Katsuki hisses. 

“I said,” Izuku whispers back, a smile forming on his lips, “I’m always down to spar. Any chance not taken is a chance wasted.” Katsuki smirks, knowing damn well that’s not what Izuku said. Izuku pecks him on the lips then maneuvers around him to hop to his feet. He’s cute when he’s sassy, Katsuki thinks. He doesn’t say a thing and instead just tosses the boy his phone. Izuku catches it easily, reading over the messages. “So we’re heading over to Mr. Aizawa’s house?” Izuku says. “Alright, let me go to my dorm and put on some clothes, then we can head over.”

“Don’t be loud,” Katsuki says. “Mr. Aizawa and Present Mic are here in the dorm with Eri.”

Izuku pauses, his hand on the doorknob. “So there’s no one at their house?” he asks, looking over his shoulder. 

“No one but those damn idiots, sparky and eyebags,” Katsuki replies. He throws Izuku’s shirt at him, growling his words. “Hurry the hell up, nerd! You’re wasting my time!”

“Okay, okay,” Izuku giggles. “Two minutes.”

Five minutes later, Izuku and Katsuki manage to sneak out the back of the dorms. They wait a few more minutes at the bus stop outside, and Katsuki pays for the ride when the bus finally chugs along. When they arrive at Mr. Aizawa’s house, Denki swings the door open before Izuku can knock. “Hey guys!” Denki exclaims. He’s wearing a pikachu onesie, and his face is flushed a bright red color. “Awesome you could make it! C’mon in!”

Denki takes them to the living room where Tangled is now playing on the TV, and Hitoshi is sitting in a pillow fort while sipping a straw plunged into a full bottle of bourbon. “Hey Izuku, hey Katsuki.” 

“Hi Hitoshi,” Izuku beams.

“Not gonna say hi back, pretty boy?” Hitoshi teases Katsuki. Denki and Izuku make awkward eye contact as Katsuki’s face burns red. 

“Hey,” Katsuki sputters out, his whole body stiffening. 

“Good boy,” Hitoshi says. 

“Um….” Denki blurts, tugging Izuku’s arm. “I’m gonna take Midoriya to get a onesie.”

“Yeah,” Izuku says. “Onesies.” Katsuki nods, and Hitoshi gives them a thumbs up as the two scurry away. Once they’re in Hitoshi’s room, Denki closes the door and lets out an insane squeal. Izuku covers his mouth, laughing uncontrollably. “Shh!” Izuku says. “Shh, they’re gonna hear us!” 

“Ah, okay, my bad,” Denki says, feeling the heat of Izuku’s hand on his mouth. Izuku pulls away, leaving the two of them smiling and flustered. “But did you see that?!” Denki continues. “I didn’t know Bakugou could act like that!” 

“And Hitoshi, too,” Izuku adds, feeling shivers run down his spine. “He was so… demanding.”

“Hot, right?” Denki chuckles. Izuku just blushes, covering his face with his hands as he plops down on Hitoshi’s bed. A moment later, Denki pries Izuku’s hands away, smiling down at him. “I’m just teasing,” Denki says. “Look, here’s an All Might one I found. Don’t know when or where I got it, but we’re around the same size, so it should fit. Plus, I know he’s your favorite hero.”

“Thanks!” Izuku says, taking the onesie. He immediately then peels off his shirt, and Denki quite literally panics. He doesn’t turn away, but instead just stares as his body starts to heat up. Izuku, who is completely absent minded, stands up and pulls off his pants, too. He tugs the onesie on and zips up the front, giggling about how the tall hair pieces on the top flops like bunny ears. “I love it!” Izuku sings. “You’ve got a nice fashion sense, Kami!”   

“Ah, it’s nothing really,” Denki says, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. He clears his throat, taking a step back. Is it just me, he thinks to himself, or is this guy, like, totally adorable? “You can keep it, if you want.”

“Really?!” Izuku beams. Denki is pretty sure there’s tears in Izuku’s eyes. 

“Yeah,” Denki says, slinging his arm over Izuku’s shoulders. “It makes you look super cute! But, I mean, you always look cute.”

“You too,” Izuku replies, smiling so wide his eyes close a bit. Denki chokes on air, making Izuku laugh out loud. “C’mon, I don’t wanna miss any more of the movie!” Izuku laces their fingers together, tugging Denki back to the living room. Katsuki had migrated to a spot right beside Hitoshi, so the two of them sat shoulder to shoulder. Hitoshi had given Katsuki the bourbon straw, and now both of them are red in the face. “We’re back,” Izuku says. 

“Sweet,” Hitoshi says. “Come sit down.” Denki wastes no time plopping onto Hitoshi’s lap. Hitoshi grins, snuggling into him and tickling his sides a bit. Denki squirms and giggles before eventually settling down. He pats Katsuki’s thigh, motioning for Izuku to come sit. Izuku smiles hesitantly, sitting down on Katsuki’s lap. The green haired boy wasn’t sure what to expect, but he knows it wasn’t what he received. Katsuki gently snaked his arms around Izuku’s waist, resting the side of his face on Izuku’s back. 

The four of them sank into the movie, passing around the bourbon straw every now and then. When that bottle was empty, Denki or Izuku would race up to get another one, obsessed with the way their boyfriends giggled and kissed them while under the influence– not to say the two of them weren’t tipsy, either. Eventually, the movie ends, and the four boys sit in their pillow fort with clouds in their minds. 

“What now?” Denki hiccups, shifting to face Izuku. 

“I dunno,” Izuku slurs. “My head is foggy.”

“You shouldn’t drink, baby boy,” Katsuki says as his hands roam Izuku’s skin. The green headed boy shutters and melts into the touch. 

“Hey!” Denki squeals. “I want attention too!” 

“How about we play a game?” Hitoshi says, stumbling to his feet. He knocks part of the pillow fort over and laughs about it like it’s the funniest thing in the world. Denki and Izuku stand up after him, and Izuku pulls Katsuki to his feet. “Lots of fun. C-c’mon, help me move these, uh, pillows.”

“Mkay,” Katsuki says, unzipping his pants. “Mkay, but I gotta pee.”

“No!” Izuku squeals between a few hiccups. “Turn around! Don’t pee here! Pee somewhere else!” 

“Kacchan,” Denki giggles, his words slurring together. “I bet you can’t pee in the bottle.” 

“Bet,” Katsuki mumbles. “Hold it,” he says to Denki. Denki nods, holding the empty bourbon bottle, still with the straw in it. Katsuki positions himself, dropping his pants to his ankles. “Fucking king explosion murder type shit,” Katsuki says as a steady stream starts to flow. Hitoshi is laughing his ass off while Izuku is completely baffled, stuffing his face with food; Denki is cheering Katsuki on as if they’re at his sports event or something. With little to no spills, Katsuki finishes, holding his fists up to prove his victory. “Fuck yeah!” he says. 

“You’re an idiot,” Hitoshi laughs, buckling over. “C’mon, c’mon, let’s go put it in the neighbor’s plants.”

“Oh my god,” Denki blurts. “Yeah, man, let’s go.”

“You guys are evil!” Izuku whines, but the other boys are already stumbling to the door. He hurries after them, almost tripping on pillows. They sneak out of the house single file with Denki and the piss bourbon bottle (complete with the straw) leading the way. They manage to get to the porch beside them, but not without whispering and muttering and laughter. On the porch is an assortment of pottle plants, but what catches Denki’s eye is the small bowl of milk next to the door. 

“Dude,” Denki chuckles. 

“Yuh,” Hitoshi garbles, coming up behind him. “What?”

“The bowl, my guy!” Denki says. “What’d you think’ll happen if I put it in there?”

“We might get arrested,” Izuku says. “Oh my gosh, what if she drinks it and dies?”

“Shut up, nerd,” Katsuki slurs. “She wouldn’t drink it out of the bowl.”

“Then let’s go get a cup,” Hitoshi says. “She’ll drink it if it’s in a cup.”

“Nah, she’ll drink it if it’s in a bourbon bottle,” Denki says, placing the bottle down on the ground. The other three boys look at him with bewilderment. “Think about it,” Denki says. “People drink alcohol. People have pee. If she looks at this bottle, she’ll drink it.”

“Yo,” Katsuki says, tapping Hitoshi’s arm. “That kinda makes sense if you think about it.”

“I can’t think, man,” Hitoshi replies. “I’m fucking hammered.”

“No, because then she’ll get drunk because Kacchan was drunk when he peed,” Izuku continues. “Then she’ll be happy, so we’re like, giving her a present. Seriously, Kami, you’re so smart.”

“I know,” Denki says. “C’mon let’s go. I’m hungry.”

-the next morning-

Aizawa rings the doorbell, his scowl deepening. Katsuki, Hitoshi, Izuku, and Denki– who are all dying because of their massive hangovers– cower under said scowl, realizing how deep they are in this shit. “Good morning, ma’am,” Present Mic says. “We’re so sorry for the inconvenience last night with the bottle filled with urine. We brought the boys here to apologize.”

“Go on,” Aizawa snaps. “We don’t have all day.”

“Sorry,” Katsuki grumbles. 

“It’s fine–” the woman begins. 

“Not sincere enough,” Aizawa says. “Try again.”

“I’m sorry,” Katsuki says, looking up at the woman. She seems more scared than she is grateful. 

“For?” Aizawa presses. 

“For peeing in a bottle and putting it on your porch.”

“The rest of you apologize, too.”

“I’m sorry for telling him to pee in a bottle and put it on your porch,” Denki says, shielding his eyes from the sun. “It won’t happen again.”

“I’m sorry, too,” Izuku says, “for not stopping them.”

“And I’m sorry for laughing,” Hitoshi says from the back. “I mean, it was funny as hell, but I’m still sorry.” Aizawa smacks Hitoshi on the back of the head, making him spit out another “I’m sorry.” 

“Thank you for your apologies,” the woman says, closing the door. “Have a nice day.”

“I hope you boys had fun,” Aizawa growls, “because today you’re going to clean more than you’re going to spend the entire day cleaning. My house, the dorms, and the classrooms.”

“Don’t be too hard on them, Shouta,” Present Mic sings. “Remember us when we were in high school? Me, you, and Oboro were just the same! Getting drunk, causing trouble. Doing what high school boys do when they’re young, in love, and sexually confused.”

Katsuki, Denki, Izuku, and Hitoshi nearly choke on their own livers. They sputter about how they have no idea what Mic is talking about, denying accusations that they haven’t even received yet. Aizawa smiles at this, patting Hitoshi on the back. “I guess you’re right,” he sighs, “and punishing you guys would be a lot of work. I’ll let you all off the hook, but next time you want a date night, don’t stay in my house, alright?”

“Yessir!” Izuku yips.

“Got it!” Denki cheers. 

“Whatever,” Katsuki grumbles. 

“You’re the boss, dad,” Hitoshi chuckles. “You guys want to go out for milkshakes?” Present Mic slips Hitoshi a fifty dollar bill, and the two exchange wicked smiles. “Breakfast and go karts?”

“Yeah! Awesome! Let’s go!”   

“Go get ‘em, Deku!” Uraraka cheers, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. “Text me the deets!” Izuku chuckles, tucking his notebook into his crossbody messenger bag. His feet, like always, are covered by All Might themed socks and his dirty, red, trademark sneakers. He’s dressed in faded black jeans and an oversized red sweater with a button up shirt beneath it; just the white collar peeks out, and it’s his favorite part about the whole outfit. 

Izuku walks quickly, up on his tip-toes even though he doesn’t have to be. As he hurries to the elevator, Sero and Todoroki give him a questioning look. “Where’re you hurrying to, Mido?” Sero asks, hopping in the elevator as well. Shoto tags along, of course, because it’s Saturday– or, in other words, it’s Seroroki’s-chill-and-read-manga-and-eat-soba day. Though, Shoto really is in his own world right now. 

“I have a date planned,” Izuku says a little too quickly. “But I’m a bit nervous because it’s my first official date with my boyfriends. Our last ‘date’ ended with us getting chased down by the cops, and we had only been dating for a few hours.” He chuckles softly, feeling those butterflies once again.

“Oh, that’s right,” Sero says. “You, Kats, Shinsou, and Denks. Wow, what a group. Whaddya have planned for today?”

“Um, I’m going to take them to the mall so we can go on a shopping spree. My birthday was just a few days ago, and Toshi's was just two weeks before mine, so we have some money to spend. So the mall, and then we’re going to go to this drive-in movie down in X town. Kacchan will only watch a movie if it's a drive-in, and they just happen to be playing one of Kami’s favorites, so I thought it would be fun.”  

“Sounds great,” Sero says. “Hey, if you have any date ideas for Shoto and me, let me know. I can’t get him to go anywhere with me.”

“I don’t see the need to travel in order to have a romantic appointment,” Shoto says gently. “We can enjoy one another’s time while reading manga in your room, Hanta.”

“I know, mi vida, but you can’t stay cooped up forever,” Sero says, ruffling his fingers through Shoto’s hair. 

“I suppose,” Shoto sighs. The elevator pings, and the three of us exit as the door opens. “Have a nice time, Midoriya,” Shoto says. Izuku nods, clutching his bag as he hurries to the door. He pauses, looking back over his shoulder.

“Kacchan!” he calls, cupping his hands to project his voice. “We gotta go! We’re gonna be late!”

“Shut up, nerd!” Katsuki grumbles, shoving his hands in his pockets. He’s got on casual black cargo pants and an orange hoodie, and as he and Izuku exit the dorm house, he pulls on a black leather jacket to go over it. They walk hand in hand toward Aizawa and Mic’s house to pick up Shinsou and Denki, and Katsuki can’t stop his eyes from tracing Izuku’s figure. “You look good,” he mumbles, turning his head away.

“Hm?” Izuku hums, looking up at him innocently.

“N-nothing,” Katsuki snaps. “Nevermind.”

Izuku chuckles, swinging their linked hands back and forth. “Thank you, Kacchan,” Izuku teases. “You look good, too.”

When they arrive at Aizawa’s house, it’s Eri who opens the door. “Deku! Kat-Kat!” she squeals. “Hello!” 

“Eri!” Hizashi calls, rushing to the door. He picks her up, setting her on his hip as he opens the door wider. Katsuki and Izuku enter cautiously; it’s still a bit awkward that their teachers are also their soon-to-be in-law parents. “What did I tell you about opening the door, Eri? What if it was a bad guy?”

“Then I’d blow them up like Kat-Kat!” Eri exclaims, holding her hands out to mimic Katsuki’s quirk. “Like POW, POW, POW! And then I’d spark-shock ‘em like Kami! And I’d smash ‘em like Deku! And I’d tie ‘em up like Toshi!” 

“Fuck yeah!” Katsuki laughs, giving her a high five. Hizashi can’t hold back his pride, so Aizawa takes Eri and scolds the rest of them. 

“Hitoshi! Kaminari!” Aizawa calls down the hallway as he places Eri in a seat at the table. She immediately grabs an apple from the fruit bowl in the center of the table and begins munching. “Bakugou and Midoriya are here!”

“Coming!” Denki blurts, basically tumbling down the hall. Shinsou hurries behind him, both of them with big smiles on their faces. Shinsou is dressed in black distressed jeans, a black hoodie, and black combat boots; Kaminari twirls around, smiling brightly as he shows off his high waisted jean shorts, baggy yellow sweater, and yellow Converse. “Sexy, right?” he chuckles. 

“You guys look amazing,” Izuku breathes out. Katsuki just turns his head while his whole body heats up. 

“If you’re ready to go,” Mic says, nodding to the door, “my keys are in the first drawer in the side table by the door. And I’m pretty sure there’s fifty bucks in there, too.” The four boys nod, smiles of anticipation gleaming on their faces. “Have fun!”

“And for the love of god,” Aizawa says, “don’t get into trouble!” 

“Bye Kat-Kat! Bye Deku! Bye Kami! Bye Toshi!” Eri squeals, waving her arms around with glee. “Bring me back candy apples, please!” 

“Will do!” Izuku says. 

“Seeya!” Denki calls. 

“Whatever,” Katsuki says with a small smirk. 

“We’ll be back by 1 am,” Hitoshi jokes. 

“Eleven!” Mic shoots back. 

“Midnight! Got it!” Before either one of his dad could fire back, Hitoshi closes the door, jogging up to his boyfriends. He stands between the two blondes, with Izuku on the other side of Katsuki. Like always, Hitoshi drives and Denki controls the music. Katsuki and Izuku sit in the back, either play-fighting, teasing, or cuddling. The drive is nice, Hitoshi notices, and he sinks into the company of his partners. 

Denki rolls down the window and stretches his arm out, giggling about the wind pressure on his palm. “Hitoshi! Step on the gas!” Denki laughs. “This feels so cool!”

“You’re so beautiful,” Hitoshi says softly. He doesn’t really notice that he said it at first, but even when he does, he doesn’t regret it. The sight of Denki’s face burning to an adorable reddish-pink is so worth spitting cheesy lines. 

“Thanks,” Denki chuckles, giving the driver a sly wink. “You’re pretty good looking yourself, Hitoshi.”

Meanwhile, in the backseat, Katsuki and Izuku are arm wrestling. “Damn nerd!” Katsuki growls. “I’ll kill you!”

“If you love me,” Izuku laughs, “you’ll admit defeat.”

“Never!” The veins in their arms are popping, but determination won’t let them quit. The bumpiness of the road makes their playing field uneven, so the boys have to grit their teeth and clench their hands even harder to not slip up. 

“Kacchan,” Izuku cooes. Katsuki looks up at Izuku’s green eyes, mesmerized for just a moment. Izuku takes the opportunity to lean forward and press their lips together. Katsuki’s face heats up, like it usually does since he’s so easily flustered, and Izuku slams his hand down on the leather seat. “Yes!” he screams. “I won!”

“THAT WAS CHEATING!” Katsuki barks. “THAT DOESN’T COUNT! YOU CHEATED!”

“I did not!” Izuku laughs. “I simply thought of a creative solution.” he taps his temple, smiling widely. “Big brains, Kacchan. Learn from the best.”

Katsuki growls, grabbing the front of Izuku’s sweater and jerking him forward into a deep kiss. 

When the four boys arrive at the mall, everything that could go wrong, goes wrong. Like usual, it started with the blondes. “Where to first, Hitoshi?” Denki asks, his golden eyes nearly popping out of his skull as he marvels at the stores’ displays. 

“Why’re you asking me?” Hitoshi replies, yawning. “It’s ‘Zuku’s date idea. Ask him.”

“Don’t give the nerd too much power,” Katsuki scoffs, ruffling Izuku’s green curls. Izuku yips, kicking Katsuki’s shin full force. Of course, because Katsuki always has to win, he shoves Izuku back by the shoulders. Before the two can break out into an outright sparring match, Hitoshi breaks it up, grabbing Katsuki’s collar. “Whatever,” Katsuki blurts. “He started it.”

“Did not,” Izuku fires back, snuggling into Denki’s side. “It was Kacchan! He was screwing with my hair!”

“Fucking whiny ass piss boy,” Katsuki growls. 

“Stupid big-headed meanie-pants,” Izuku says, jabbing Katsuki in the ribs with his elbow. Katsuki hisses, snatching Izuku’s wrist and lacing their fingers together. 

“Adorable little bratty fuck face,” Katsuki grumbles. Izuku smiles, bouncing up on his tippy toes to give Katsuki a kiss on the cheek. Hitoshi swoops over and kisses Katsuki’s other cheek, grinning at how red his face is. Feeling left out, Denki jumps up on Katsuki’s back, forcing the taller blonde to give him a piggyback ride. He wraps his legs around Katsuki’s waist, looping his arms around Katsuki’s collarbone. 

“How do you guys feel about GameStop?” Izuku asks, swinging his and Katsuki’s connected hands. 

“Sounds good,” Hitoshi says. 

While in GameStop, Denki “accidentally” tries to steal a new game for his Switch, making the alarms go off. The manager comes out to assess the situation, threatening to call the police because Denki pretended like he didn’t know English. “ ¡No! ¡Esperar! ¡No hablo inglés! ” Denki squeals, jumping behind Izuku as the manager stomps over. “Eek! Mido, Ayuda!” 

“When did he learn Spanish?” Hitoshi chuckles to Katsuki as they leisurely browse the Playstation games. Meanwhile, Denki is frantically scrambling away from the manager while Izuku laughs his ass off. 

“Probably from Sero,” Katsuki says. “Fucking moron.”

“Should we help him?” Hitoshi asks, “or should we buy Call of Duty: Vanguard?” 

“Vanguard,” Katsuki says, nodding quickly. “Deku can figure that idiot out.”

The next store was Build-A-Bear Workshop, upon Izuku’s request. “I wanna make a stuffie!” he protests, dragging Hitoshi by the wrist. “C’mon! They’re so cute!”

“This is dumb,” Katsuki huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. The store is filled with children no taller than his elbow. 

“Don’t be a party-pooper, Kats!” Denki giggles, prodding Katsuki’s side with electric finger guns. “We can all get matching stuffies. C’mon, follow Mido and Toshi.”

“Hello,” an employee says, standing at the first area of the four step building process. “My name is Rebecca. Are you four here to build a bear?” Izuku nods, squeezing Hitoshi’s hand with excitement. “Alrighty, so are each of you are making your own? Partnering up? Or just one bear?”

“We’re all gonna get our own,” Hitoshi says, looking at his boyfriends. “You guys all want one, right?”

“Yes!” Izuku beams. Hitoshi chuckles and ruffles his hair. Denki bobs his head, nodding, while Katsuki just rolls his eyes. 

“Great,” Rebecca says. “We’ll start here at the touching stage. Here you’ll pick out the stuffed animal you want to make. We have a bunch of choices, including superheroes , Frozen , Star Wars , and other themed bears–”

“Heh,” Denki chuckles. “Touching. Touching deez nuts.”

“Pfffft,” Hitoshi blurts, covering his mouth. 

“Sparky,” Katsuki sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose; he can’t stop the smile that creeps onto his face.

“I’m so sorry,” Izuku says. “Just ignore him.”

“Ignore me and I’ll screw your mom,” Denki declares. “I want attention.”

“Sir, this is a family friendly store,” Rebecca says. “If you continue to say inappropriate things, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Denks, you’re gonna have to shut up,” Hitoshi says through bits of laughter. “Zuku wants a bear.”

“Fine, fine,” Denki grins. “I’m done. Carry on.”

“Thank you,” Rebecca says, rolling her eyes subtly. “Anyway, please pick out the stuffed animal you want to make.” 

Izuku immediately reaches for the fuzzy brown bear, snuggling his hands into the material. Hitoshi grabs a kitten, black with dark pink ears and eyes. Denki gets a frog, laughing about how far apart the eyes are, and Katsuki picks out a T-rex. Rebecca leads them a few steps to the next stage. “Here at Build-A-Bear workshop, you have the option to give your stuffed animal a smell and a sound. Stage two is the smell. Our options are birthday cake, freshly cut flowers, lavender, chocolate, strawberry, bubble gum, cotton candy, mint–”

“Do you have marijuana scents?” Hitoshi asks, a little too casually. Rebecca just stares at him, baffled. “Serious question,” Hitoshi says. “Yes or no?”

“N-no,” Rebecca chokes out. “We don’t sell anything drug-related.”

“Bummer,” Hitoshi sighs. “Well, I’ll get cotton candy, then.”

“Chocolate for me,” Denki says. 

“I’ll have bubble gum,” Izuku says, “And Kacchan wants lavender.” Katsuki grumbles but nods, turning his eyes away.

“How’d you know that?” Denki asks. “You got a mind-reading quirk, too?”

“No,” Izuku giggles. “Lavender’s always been Kacchan’s favorite scent, ever since we were kids.”

“Cute,” Hitoshi smirks. 

“Alright,” Rebecca says. “Next stage is sound–”

“Ah! This is my favorite!” Izuku squeals.

“Deku, shut up,” Katsuki growls. 

“Sorry,” Izuku beams. “I’m just excited.”

“We have little buttons with pre-recorded sounds like giggling or roaring, or you can make your own sounds. We also have the option to place a beating heart button in your stuffed animal so when you squeeze its chest, you can feel a vibrating beat.”

“God, I love vibrators,” Denki hums. The employee just stares, unable to comprehend what the hell is wrong with these teenage boys. “What?” Denki squeaks. “Don’t kink shame. Everyone’s different. Stop staring at me like that. What, are you a virgin or something?”

“Denki Kaminari,” Katsuki blurts. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Don’t cuss, Kacchan,” Izuku says. “There’s kids around.”

“So you’re gonna correct me and not the fucking dunce face over here talking about vibrators?! Damn, Deku!” 

“Put your claws away, tiger,” Hitoshi says, lighting smacking Katsuki’s face. “Please carry on, Rebecca. We need to get this over with.”

“Gladly,” Rebecca says. “So, would you like to record your own sounds or pick from the ones available?”

“Let’s make our own,” Izuku says. “We can each make one for each other! I want each of your sounds in the paws.”

“Ooh, me too,” Denki says, rocking back on his heels.

“Yeah,” Hitoshi adds. “Me and Katsuki will get one, too.”

“Sounds great. Here’s the recording buttons,” Rebecca says, handing out the buttons. Each of them get three so they can record their own voices and give one to the other three boys. “Just press this, talk into it, and release when you’re finished. We’ll insert them into the stuffed animals when you’re done.”

“Guys, do mine first,” Denki says, smirking wide. “I wanna hear what you’re gonna put in it.”

“Okay,” Izuku says, holding the button up to his mouth. He presses down on the record button, smiling like a moron. “I love you, Kami! You’re electric.”

“That’s corny,” Katsuki grumbles, holding his button. He presses record, and says his message. “Damn Spark Plug. You’re… cute or whatever… Die.”

“Adorable,” Hitoshi comments. He does his next. His recorded message was “Be a good boy, Denki,” making Rebecca question life just a little bit more. Next was recorded messages for Katsuki.

“I love you, Kacchan! We should fight again.” -Izuku. 

“Are you a campfire? Because you’re hot, and I want s’more.” -Denki

“Smile, pretty boy.” -Hitoshi. 

And then for Izuku:

“Damn pretty nerd! Fight me!” -Katsuki.

“If you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber.” -Denki.

“Speak your mind. It’s adorable.” -Hitoshi. 

And finally, for Hitoshi, his boyfriends said: 

“I love you, Toshi. Please get some sleep.” -Izuku.

“Stupid fucking fuck-face, if you don’t kiss me when you see me next, I’ll kill you.” -Katsuki.

“Roses are red, violets are blue. I’m using my hand, but I’m thinking of you.” -Denki.

Rebecca sighs for the final time, snatching the recording buttons. “I don’t get paid enough for this. Let’s go to the final stage. It does cost extra money to stuff your own animals, so I’m just going to use the foot pedal and do it for you. That way you’ll be out of my way and I can add in your sound buttons. Go wait by the counter over there, please.”

“Yes ma’am,” Denki says, dragging his boyfriends away. 

After about fifteen minutes, they receive their stuffed animals, marveling over how adorable they are. They pack them all into Izuku’s bag and go get something to eat. It’s getting late, and Izuku is yet to tell them what’s happening after they leave the mall. Still, he keeps his lips closed, buzzing with anticipation. Like the dork he is, romantic movie dates warm his heart.          

 “Where the fuck are we going, nerd?” Katsuki growls from the backseat. Hitoshi, sitting beside him, ruffles his hair playfully and tells him to be patient. “No! Fuck you! I wanna know!”

“Yeah, it’s no fair that Toshi gets to know and we don’t,” Denki huffs in the passenger seat. “What’s up with that, Mido? You love him more than me and Kats or something?”

“It’s not like that,” Izuku says gently, grabbing Denki’s hand while keeping the other on the wheel. “I love you all the same. It’s just Toshi can’t have surprises because of his anxiety, remember?”

“Oh that’s right,” Katsuki scoffs. “The dumbass is refusing to take his meds.”

“Watch your mouth,” Hitoshi growls, grabbing Katsuki’s face in his hands. Katsuki stops breathing, obsessed with Hitoshi’s dominance, but the trance only lasts a second. The angry blonde breaks free of the grasp, grumbling to himself while Hitoshi keeps talking. “And anyways, it’s not that big of a deal that I know. You blondes, on the other hand, wouldn’t shut up until we got there.”

“I second that,” Izuku chuckles. “Don’t worry, we’re almost there.” Silence falls over the four of them, but only externally. None of these boys can keep their minds quiet for long. 

“Are we there yet?” Denki blurts out, tapping on the window. 

“Not quite,” Izuku says. 

“It’s getting dark,” Denki continues. 

“Mhm,” Izuku replies. 

“What if we get eaten by a bear?”

“We’ll be alright,” Izuku assures him. “Why don’t you put on some music? Toshi has an aux cord somewhere in here.”

“Nah,” Hitoshi says, petting Katsuki’s head gently. Katsuki had fallen into a light sleep with his head on Hitoshi’s shoulder, and Hitoshi couldn’t help but let him like a kitten. “Sorry, Sparks.”

“Ughhhhhh,” Denki whines. “But I’m so bored!”

“I’m sorry,” Izuku says. “Just a few more minutes, I promise. How about we play eye-spy?”

“Okay,” Denki huffs. “But can I go first?” Izuku nods, a smile so wide on his face that it pulls at his freckles. Noticing this, Denki blushes. “I spy with my little eye… something brown.”

“Tree,” Izuku blurts. Denki shakes his head. “Uh… I’m not sure.”

“Zuku’s bag,” Hitoshi says, nodding to the little crossbody bag sitting in Denki’s lap. Denki smiles but shakes his head again. “C’mon, Denks, what the hell is brown?”

“Mido’s freckles!” Denki squeals. “You’re telling me you don’t look at his freckles?! They’re so cute!”

Immediately, Izuku’s face burns red. “Heh, um, thanks, b-but… they’re not really–”

“I think they’re adorable,” Denki declares. “Right, Toshi?”

“Absolutely adorable,” Hitoshi grins. “You’re the cutest, Izuku.”

If it was even possible, Izuku’s face gets even brighter. His hand on the steering wheel gets so tight that his knuckles turn red, and his foot that’s not on the pedal begins to bounce. Seeing this, Denki lays his hand on Izuku’s knee, smiling genuinely at him. Izuku quite literally internally explodes. 

When they arrive at the drive-in theater, Hitoshi gently shakes Katsuki awake while Izuku and Denki hurry off to get snacks. “Katsuki,” Hitoshi whispers. “Time to wake up, pretty boy.”

“Hrmmmghh…” Katsuki groans as he rubs his eyes. “Wha? No, I- don’t call me pretty, stupid eyebags.”

Hitoshi chuckles, gently caressing Katsuki’s face. He snuggles into it, too tired to really think about what he’s doing. “But you’re so pretty, Katsuki,” Hitoshi says, rubbing Katsuki’s cheek with his thumb. “Don’t you like it when I tell you how pretty you are?”

“Mhm,” Katsuki hums, “but shut up.” Katsuki yawns and rolls his shoulders back, peering out the window. “That fucking nerd brought us to a drive-in theater?!”

“Yeah,” Hitoshi says. “What about it?”

“...I really like drive-in theaters,” Katsuki grumbles. 

“Hm,” Hitoshi smirks. “If you tell Zuku thank you and give him a kiss, I might just reward you.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki hisses. He crosses his arms over his chest, kicking the back of the passenger seat like an angry child. When the driver’s door opens and Izuku slides in with snacks in his arms, Hitoshi gives Katsuki a knowing look. Katsuki groans again, leaning forward and fisting Izuku’s collar. He kisses him gently on the lips, an obvious contradiction to his feisty grip on the freckled boy’s shirt, and then sits back in his seat with his cheeks burning red. “Thanks, nerd,” Katsuki mutters. “It’s a nice date… or whatever, I guess…”

“You’re welcome, Kacchan,” Izuku giggles. “I remembered how much you liked drive-ins back in middle school. It was so cute how you’d beg my mom to take you with us even if you didn’t like the movie–”

“Shut the hell up!” Katsuki blurts, covering his face. “I didn’t do shit!” 

“Aw!” Denki squeals, crawling into the passenger seat. “Kats, you’re so cute when you blush!” 

“I’ll kill you!” Katsuki screams. 

“Kinky,” Denki teases, failing to hold back his laugh. “I’m just playing with you, Kit-Kat. You’re super pretty. Isn’t he pretty, Mido?”

“Absolutely the prettiest,” Izuku cooes. “And y’know what we got for our pretty boy?”

“What?” Katsuki growls. 

“Pop rocks!” Denki cheers. “And Pixie Sticks for Toshi. Here!” 

“Thank you, Denks,” Hitoshi says gently, kissing the back of his hand. He takes the pixie sticks, winking at the two boys in the front seats before ripping open the paper with his teeth and downing the sugar. Poor Denki is left squirming in the front seat while Izuku is compulsively biting his nails. Hitoshi leans over to Katsuki, so close that his lips brush Katsuki’s ear. “You’ll get your reward later, pretty boy. Good job following instructions.”

Katsuki absolutely flares red. 

As the movie begins, Denki nudges Izuku, whispering way too loudly. “Mido, can we sit on the top of the car?” Denki asks. “I wanna be outside.”

“Sure, Kami,” Izuku says, giggling gently. He turns back to Hitoshi and Katsuki, keeping his freckled smile. “You guys okay if me and Kami sit on top?”

“So straightforward,” Hitoshi teases, pulling at his belt. “You wanna do this now? Fine with me but—“

“Ah! No! I meant— I mean, n-not no, b-but! Urgggggh, Kami! Help!” Izuku squeals.

“We can have fun later, you little hornball,” Kami says, poking Hitoshi’s nose. “Mido and I want to sit on the roof of the car.”

“I know, I was just teasing. Is it cool if Katsuki and I join? Enough space?”

“We’ll make it work,” Izuku says. “C’mon! Before the movie gets good!”

Up on the roof of the car, Kami snuggles into Hitoshi’s right side and Izuku snuggles into his left with a blanket draped over all their shoulders. Katsuki sprawls out over their legs with a huge blanket over him. Snacks bags and candy wrappers are all over the blanket, but Katsuki couldn’t give two shits. He’s never been more comfortable. 

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“Oi, dumbasses!” Katsuki called to two of his three boyfriends, Izuku and Denki. The two were sprawled out on Katsuki’s bed, leaning on one another with eyes glued to the game on the TV. The controllers tight in their grasp made clicking and clacking noises almost as loud as Katsuki’s growling voice. “Hey! Are you listening to me, you morons?!”

“Yep,” Denki chirped. 

“Of course, Kacchan,” Izuku added, though neither of them pried their eyes from the screen. 

Katsuki rolled his eyes. Part of him was pissed that he wasn’t getting the undivided attention that he wanted, but another part of him, a much bigger part, was happy the two ADHD boys found something to bond over. “I’m getting a ride from Mirio and heading down to see eyebags at the cafe. If you wanna come, get dressed quick. Five minutes tops.”

Izuku and Denki nodded, finishing up the level they were on before scurrying off to their own rooms to change. Usually, Saturdays were the students’ lazy days, lounging around and spending quality time together. But since Hitoshi started working on the weekends, his three boyfriends were missing time with him. 

Thankfully, Katsuki is a problem solver. If the three of them showed up for breakfast, Hitoshi didn’t have a choice but to sit down and enjoy it with them. 

“Ready!” Izuku yipped, grabbing Katsuki’s and Denki’s hands excitedly. The three headed outside, piling into Mirio’s white Honda Civic. “Thanks for the ride, Mirio,” izuku said, pulling his seatbelt over his chest. Katsuki didn’t bother with his, but Denki was fumbling with the buckle, and Katsuki had to show him how to do it. 

“It’s not a problem on my end,” Mirio said, pulling out of the dorm house’s driveway. “I just don’t understand why you don’t just drive yourselves. Each class has their own designated car they can use on the weekends, you know. You just have to ask your home room teacher for the keys.”

“Kacchan got his license suspended,” Izuku blurted, “and Kami can’t be put behind a wheel for humanity’s sake.”

“What about you?” Mirio asked, peering at him through the mirror. 

Izuku shrugged. “I didn’t have time to take the test, and I didn’t renew my permit.”

A few minutes later, Mirio dropped the boys off outside of Courtney’s Cafe where Hitoshi was working. Denki bolted out first, but Katsuki grabbed the back of his shirt before he could trip and embarrass himself. “Thanks for the ride, weirdo,” Katsuki growled. 

“My pleasure! I’ll be back after Nejire’s shift is over, if you want to catch another ride!” Mirio replied before happily driving off. Izuku and Denki skipped inside, with Katsuki stomping behind them, trying to hide how ecstatic he was. 

“Hey, if it isn’t my favorite U.A. students!” Nejire exclaimed, basically floating over the counter. “How’re you, boys? You look fantastic, Midoriya, I love the incoming muscle. And Kaminari, you got your braces off? You look adorable. Ooh, and Bakugou! Gosh, I heard you almost beat Aizawa in a sparring match, is that true? You truly are the best—“

“It’s nice to see you too, Nejire,” Izuku said with a nervous laugh. “We’re actually here to see Hitoshi. Is he free at the moment?” 

“For you three?” Nejire smirked, “of course. SHINSO! YOUR BOYS ARE HERE!”

Hitoshi hurried out of the employee’s only room, grumbling about the bright teal uniform shirt and matching visor he had to wear on the job. When he was done tugging at the clothes, he looked up at his boys, eyes beaming. Hitoshi’s smile was a rare thing for most, but Izuku, Katsuki, and Denki knew it all too well— Hitoshi’s smile could light up the whole room if he really wished for it too. 

“Hello, my loves,” Hitoshi said, giving each of his boyfriends a peck on the lips. “What brings you here?”

“We missed you, Toshi,” Izuku yipped. 

“And we heard you make killer pancakes,” Denki added, flicking finger guns in Hitoshi’s direction. 

“Only when we let him in the kitchen,” Nejire snickered. She hurried back behind the counter as an elderly couple came in, asking for tea and chocolate croissants. 

“Don’t let them fool you,” Katsuki growled, crossing his arms over his chest. “These two morons were going to waste their shared brain cells on video games today. I had to drag them out here.”

“He’s exaggerating,” Izuku said, playfully shoving Katsuki’s shoulder. Katsuki shoved back, of course, and the two went on like that until Hitoshi and Denki pulled them off to a booth. They got to talking, mainly about things that had no real importance in the world. It started with the wheels versus doors debate, with Izuku and Hitoshi on team doors and Denki and Katsuki on team wheels. Then it moved to which horror movie character is the most dangerous, and then to the hypothetical question of “how many kindergarteners could you take in a fight before they knocked you out?” 

“250 easy,” Katsuki chuckled. “Just blast their rib age out of their bodies.”

Izuku grimaced. “Jesus Christ, Kacchan. They’re children.”

Katsuki shrugged. “It’s hypothetical.”

“I agree with blasty,” Hitoshi said, sipping his French vanilla coffee (spiked with 5 hour energy). “No less than 200 for sure. Just grab them by the legs and swing them around. Knock ‘em down like bowling pins.” 

Izuku slumped over on the table, defeated. Denki swallowed his mouthful of chocolate chip pancake and playfully ruffled Izuku’s hair. “It’s okay, Mido! Just pretend they’re robot kindergartens, programmed to take over the world.”

“In that case,” Izuku said, perking up. “If they were surrounding you colosseum style, it’d be best to wipe them out in a circle, kind of how Toshi said. Of course Kacchan’s explosions would be most efficient, ruining whatever technology was used to—“

Kacchan rolled his eyes, letting out a dramatic groan. “You. Are. Such. A. Nerd!” 

“Be nice, pretty boy,” Hitoshi teased. Before Katsuki could reply, two people strolled over. One was tall and lanky with long unwashed hair and a white beanie; the other was shorter but much more buff, sporting a black tank top and loose jean shorts. They swaggered over, stopping right by Denki. Katsuki and Hitoshi glared while Izuku took the opportunity to assess possible strengths and weaknesses. 

“Sup dudes,” the beanie dude said. The reek of weed made Hitoshi fight back the urge to ask for some. He was a pothead by nature. “My bro Dylan here wanted to know if the little blondie here wanted to, like, suck his cock.”

Dylan smacked the beanie dude, glaring. “Don’t make it sound weird, man!”

“Oh, right,” the beanie dude chuckled. “I’m Tyler by the way. Haha, they/them, stoner by day and… stoner by night.” 

“Thanks for the offer,” Denki laughed, “but I’m not interested.”

“C’mon, don’t be like that,” Dylan said, leaning on the table. “Those shorts you’re wearing let everyone know how bad you wanna get dicked down.”

“He said back off,” Katsuki growled, raising his fist.

“Nobody was talking to you,” Dylan scoffed. “Mind your damn business.”

If Izuku’s reflexes weren’t just as fast as Katsuki's, this Dylan boy would’ve had his face blasted off. Instead, Izuku pinned Katsuki’s arms to his sides. “Respectfully,” Izuku said, “he’s not looking for a hookup. It’s best if you leave before things get bad.”

“You can join too, pretty boy,” Dylan cooed. “I’ve got a thing for freckles.”

Katsuki was going to explode if Izuku didn’t release him. On the other hand, Denki looked like he was going to cry; Tyler was on Mars. 

“What about me?” Hitoshi teased, “or are you a pansy that can’t take dick?“

“What?!” Dylan erupted. But as soon as he responded, it was over. 

“Break your arm,” Hitoshi sneered. And because he was under the influence of Hitoshi’s quirk, Dylan snapped his arm at the elbow. The cracking sound would haunt Denki’s dreams for the next month. 

“Aw, man, ew!” Tyler laughed. “Dude! C’mon I’ll drive you to the hospital or whatever.”

“I’ll drive you,” Nejire chirped, hurrying over. “You can’t drive when you’re that stoned, darling.” She ushered the two to the door, winking at Hitoshi over her shoulder. “You’re covering for me while I’m gone, Mr. Trouble Maker!”

“Worth it,” Hitoshi chuckled. He turned to Denki, giving him a little kiss on his temple. “You okay, Sparks?“

Denki wiped his tears away, beaming uncontrollably. “I love you guys so much,” he squealed. 

“We love you too, Kami.”

“So fucking much.”

“Yeah, whatever. Love you, dunce face.”

Denki bit his bottom lip. “But… are my shorts really…”

“No, darling,” Hitoshi said gently. “You look perfect.”

“Agreed,” Izuku added. 

Katsuki didn’t answer. Instead, he bolted to the door, chasing after Dylan to break his other arm. Like usual, Izuku followed to keep him out of trouble. And because nobody trusted those two alone, Hitoshi ran after them. Denki came along too, because he couldn’t stand being without his boyfriends.

Of course, after that, Hitoshi was fired.