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Zeku was already in a bad mood when he woke up in an entirely white room with no Katsuki by his side. The last thing he remembered was going to bed with his lover, in their bed. Both the bed and his Katsuki were soft and warm, which made for a comfortable sleep since it was winter.
And now somehow he woke up without either. On the cold hard ground in an annoyingly spotless pure white room nonetheless. Everything in here was white. White chairs and white tables, no electronic appliances but the shelves were also white and so were the cups or wine bottles. It was strangely empty too, with a layout that kind of resembled a living room with the way the sofas were set up. The ceiling was also white but it seemed endless, there was nothing there to indicate just how high it went.
He was wide awake the second his back touched the hard floor and the weight of Katsuki’s head on his arm vanished.
It didn’t take him long to realize that he wasn’t the only living thing inside the room.
“Who the–Hey, Suguru! Isn’t that the snob with the dragon from before?”
And Zeku’s mood plummeted even further down the foul side when he saw the white haired bastard who cut off his ponytail from before. His friend with the weird bang was next to him, both still wiping sleep from their eyes. However, their laidback attitudes didn’t mean they were full of openings. Both of the older males could probably snap a regular villain’s neck with their bare hands.
Zeku stood up and he really would rather be dealing with Dazai at the moment. He didn’t have the key on him so he wasn’t sure why he was seeing another Katsuki’s boyfriends (yes, with the plural) from a different world. It wasn’t like his Katsuki cheated on him but Zeku still felt a very strong urge of wanting to purge the world of the nuisances known as Gojo Satoru and Getou Suguru.
“You look ridiculous,” Zeku said quietly. Getou was just in a regular black and baggy long sleeve shirt and sweats, not the most flattering outfit but normal for lounging around at home or sleeping. Gojo, however, was in a fluffy white and blue onesie of that rabbit or dog cartoon character with the really long ears, completed with the ears on the hoodie and a tail in the back.
“You’re just jealous I look better than you even if I just woke up.” Gojo made a face at Zeku.
“Satoru, cut it out.” Getou placed a hand on his best friend’s shoulder. “So where are we?”
He was directing that question at Zeku.
“How should I know?”
“You’re the one with the key thingy and was dimensions hopping.”
“I don’t have the key this time.” Or Katsuki. Zeku didn’t like this. He wasn’t scared of being in strange places but he didn’t like leaving Katsuki unattended. It might be fine for a short while but it was dangerous in the long run. He also didn’t want Katsuki to freak out when he realized Zeku was missing from their bed.
“Satoru?” Getou asked.
“I can’t tell where we are exactly. Might be a dreamland or some dimensional crack.” Gojo sat down on a chair and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Anybody got a pair of sunglasses? Nope? Thought so.”
Gojo reached into the pocket of his onesie and pulled out a piece of rolled up fabric. He wrapped that around his eyes.
The sound of a door creaking open came and they all turned around to see the end of a rifle pointed at them. A teen with an undercut was holding it and there was an unlit cigarette between his lips. He was dressed in full armor, but not the standard military styled one that Zeku had seen on Japanese or foreign soldiers. It was definitely similar but looked like the parts came from different places or were homemade, not the types that were issued through standardized productions. There was also this ring of what looked like a halo over his head.
“I’m going to ask this once, where am I?” he asked with a gruff voice. His eyes were sharp and his finger was on the trigger. However, none of the three other people in the room felt particularly threatened.
“We have no idea,” Getou answered since he knew Gojo was just going to make the situation worse if he opened his mouth and he didn’t trust Zeku to deescalate the situation peacefully. “We were asleep in each of our rooms before ending up here. What were you doing before you ended up here and what’s behind that door?”
The teen didn’t lower his gun but his expression shifted slightly, no longer as serious. “I was…being dead? And there's a bathroom behind me.”
Gojo poked at the halo. “Why is it blinking?”
“...Maybe because I’m not dead dead yet?”
The unnamed guy backed away and he was hiding his surprise at Gojo’s speed pretty well. He hadn’t mastered a poker face but Zeku could already tell this one was the type of person that he didn’t like. He just had that air about him, the kind that Zeku had seen on a lot of the ex-mercenaries or soldiers in Suribachi City. Since those types of people usually live in an environment of high pressure with the majority of their peers being men as well, they had that colloquial rowdiness to them. They were loud and Zeku didn’t like noise.
“I’m Kariage,” he finally set down the gun as he introduced himself. “So does anybody know why we’re here?”
“No idea.”
Zeku felt a shadow over him and he backed away immediately. A man dropped down to where Zeku was standing a second ago and he landed on his feet swiftly. He was in robes and a pair of silk pajama pants like he just came out of a shower, with multiple scars covering his exposed torso. He looked European, with red eyes and black hair and was a pretty large man. He was holding two guns with red X on them and instead of bullets, there was a dangerous red glow starting to gather inside the barrel.
He wasn’t as patient as Kariage.
Two shots were fired simultaneously, one at Zeku because he was the closest to the man and another was aimed up. Dodging the shot, Zeku saw the fire from the guy’s gun being absorbed by the wall behind.
“That’s the best you’ve got?” Gojo’s voice came from above, which was strange since he was standing on the other side of the room as far as Zeku could see.
The man with the guns clicked his tongue but he lowered his weapons slightly as he looked up. There was another Gojo and another Getou descending. These two were dressed in the black uniform that Zeku met them in.
There were two pairs of them now?
Zeku very much wanted out of this place. No matter how large this room was, the existence of one white haired bastard was enough to make his skin crawl and a violent urge filled his heart but two of them? And with two of his black haired friend as well. This was probably just as horrible as that one time of being stuck with Dazai for one afternoon in order to solve a problem.
If this dragged on, Zeku swore that somebody was dying here today.
“What the hell is going on here?”
Someone else was on the sofa and he wasn’t there before. He looked identical to the guy in the bathrobe but had no scars and he was dressed in a suit.
“Looks like we’re the only ones without doubles, bro.” Kariage tried to swing an arm around Zeku’s neck but got slapped away.
“Don’t touch me.”
The other teen backed away.
“There’s another you, Suguru!” The Gojo in the pajamas sounded too excited and to make things worse, the other Gojo was mirroring his excitement.
“Hey, are you Gojo Satoru too?”
“Of course, didn’t your six eyes confirm it for you?”
“It did. For Suguru too.”
“So who are these other guys?”
They turned to look at Zeku and everyone else. Zeku wasn’t sure if they were using that annoying dumbed down speech pattern on purpose but he was feeling a migraine settling in. He moved another foot away from the four jujutsu sorcerers as if he was afraid he’d catch the idiocy germs from them. Two Gojos were the equivalent to five hundred ducks in noise levels and they were pestering the other people in the room for introductions and icebreakers.
“Xanxus,” the European man said and his double also nodded. Neither of them offered a last name.
“Okay, then you’re Scars and he’s Xanxus.” Gojo assigned the names and they settled on the pajama jujutsu sorcerers went by their first names while the other duo would go by surnames.
Zeku absolutely didn’t care but he didn’t want to deal with being called different versions of “Hey”, “Dragon boy”, or some other weird nouns the four idiots could come up with. He said, “Huang Zeku.”
None of them said anything after that. They each picked a spot and fired off their individual attacks at the walls and corners. Nothing worked. Coiled Dragon’s claws couldn’t scratch the furniture and the two Gojos did something loud but the walls remained in pristine condition.
“We’re stuck in a room that is indestructible. Looks like most of us were asleep or getting ready for bed when we got dragged here. So what else do we have in common?” Suguru questioned out loud and his eyes landed on Zeku. He paused for a second then looked as if he found a connection. “You guys all got pro heroes in your worlds? What about a Bakuogu Katsuki?”
The slight shift of everybody else’s expressions told Zeku that they did.
“We’re dating Katsuki in a different world too,” Gojo stated without a doubt in his tone, which kind of annoyed Zeku. His Katsuki obviously didn’t end up with the two idiots in every world. “How many times has the demon tried to eat you?”
“Demon? Eat us?” Satoru was puzzled. “What are you talking about? Kacchan’s like the cutest little puppy ever!”
The confusion spread and they ended up finding out that Getou and Gojo’s Katsuki was a demon who lived in Netherland. He made magical deals with people and had demonic adoptive parents. Satoru and Suguru’s Katsuki Zeku had already seen before, he was basically a slightly more physically enhanced version of Zeku’s Katsuki (without The Book’s problems). Oh, and he was every bit of a flirtatious troublemaker.
Now that didn’t sound like the Katsuki Zeku knew. His Katsuki could be lively and a chatterbox (mostly because Zeku was the only one Katsuki could talk to) but a flirt with strangers? Yeah…that would usually mean something was wrong.
Satoru and Suguru were explaining their Katsuki. He was fully human and Zeku basically already knew the stuff they were going to say next. The four of the jujutsu sorcerers were envious of how open the other’s Katsuki was or how cute and cuddly he could be. It started to sound like a competitive debate between themselves.
Idiots. All of them were idiots.
Zeku saw the same thought flashing by both Xanxus’ eyes. Kariage was just listening as if this was some kind of entertaining soap drama.
“So we got a demon Katsuki, a Katsuki that deals with curses, my Katsuki is a Merc,” Kariage stated as he opened a cabinet and pulled out the contents. “What are your Katsukis like? I’m assuming there’s one in your worlds too since that and the heroes seemed to be the things we all have in common.”
Suguru arched an eyebrow. “Why did he become a mercenary in your world?”
“Stuff happened.” Kariage shrugged. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of smokes. “Anybody mind? No?”
He lit the cigarette and popped open a bottle of alcohol.
“Are you sure you should be drinking that?” Getou questioned.
Kariage shrugged. “If whoever got us here wanted to kill us, I don’t think they need to waste effort on poisons. Also, there’s a note on the counter.”
Zeku leaned over to look and the piece of paper just had one thing written on it.
Enjoy the wine talk :)
That smiley face reminded Zeku of a certain ex-mafia detective or the Russian rat too much.
“So they just want us to have a chat over alcohol?” Gojo stretched his neck over Getou’s shoulder as he studied the note.
“There’s also soft drinks and tea leaves in the cabinets.” Kariage pointed to the storage units.
In the end, they managed to sit down in a very loose circle around the room, each with some kind of drink in front of them. Coffee in front of the Getous and orange soda for the Gojos, Zeku poured himself a cup of green tea while the two Xanxus set red wine in front of them. Zeku was pretty sure one bottle had the label of human blood type on it.
None of them actually took a sip though.
“...Is that human blood? Are you a vampire?” Leave it up to Satoru to be the one to break the silence.
“Ghoul,” Xanxus answered curtly. A cruel grin made it onto his face as he bared his teeth. “I eat humans.”
“So Katsuki is also a ghoul in your world?” Gojo rubbed his chine as if he was in thought. “Hey, I guess we are finding other similarities. Our Katsukis both have no problem dining on people.”
“He’s not a ghoul, he’s a wizard.”
The way that Xanxus said that told Zeku he was actually serious.
“Wait, isn’t that the same as a human falling in love with a chicken? Or are wizards a different species from humans?”
“Chicken don’t speak human languages.”
“They'd be a different species if they can't have kids with humans."
…These jujutsu sorcerers always focused on the oddest of stuff.
Before anybody could comment further, a hologram suddenly appeared over their heads. It showed a tall figure dressed in a rather medieval aged dark robe standing under an old fashioned candle chandelier. At least, that was what Zeku assumed it was. He never had the chance or interest in studying European history before.
The person had Katsuki’s face but looked a few years older and his hair was long, coming all the way down his hips. Behind him was one of those large windows found in churches or Western castles. There was gold at the edge of his floor-length robe and he was wearing black lace gloves with floral patterns. His earrings were made of rubies but they glowed in an eerie fashion, reflecting a bluish green tint of the candlelight he was holding.
It was like watching something beautifully wicked walk out a dark lore, like the witch in the castle who would butcher tired travelers at night or the sirens leading sailors to drown at sea.
“What the fuck is that?” Xanxus, the one with the scars, swore loudly. Zeku also didn’t like the development. The other Xanxus got up from his chair as he stared at the hologram with a frown.
The hologram vanished.
It went without saying that image probably showed Xanxus’s wizard Katsuki. The two Xanxus were speaking to each other in Italian, which Zeku understood no word of. Judging from their expressions, it probably wasn’t a bad conversation.
Gojo hopped into the chair Xanxus was just sitting in eagerly. “Anything showing up? Oh, there it is.”
There was Katsuki again but Zeku had a strong urge to look away. This one was dressed in bright pastel colors and a lot of bling. He had what teenage girls would consider a cute top and short shorts, boots and hoop earrings, somehow he had a lot of spider themed stuff on him. Also, he had a demon tail and even got a pair of wings to match.
He even had a bright sunny smile on his face.
Satoru laughed and he had to lean on Suguru to make sure he didn’t slide onto the floor from laughing too hard. “Katsuki’s going to dread this version of himself.”
Everything about this Katsuki screamed sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns…despite him being a demon.
But hey, that meant he grew up in a very loving (maybe overly so and twisted in many ways) family. He never felt a shortage of love or support and it made him a very happy child.
Satoru shoved Suguru into the chair next and a very regular looking Katsuki showed up. He was in his hero uniform and Zeku slightly scowled. He was glad that his Katsuki wasn’t here since seeing this would definitely remind him of the horrible experience of getting expelled.
Xanxus with the scars sat down on the chair as if he was a king on his throne. His Katsuki was a vibrant one but not in terms of his fashion choices. The teen was actually dressed rather normally, with a white tank top that had a black logo of what looked like an X with a lion and black shorts. He probably had a bit of makeup on to make his features more feminine and he was playing with a bunch of daggers. His smile was confident and without the hint of gloomy worry that Zeku was used to seeing in the shadows of his lover’s features though.
“Kid’s a model on the side. An international sensation.”
There was something about the cocky way the Italian man talked about his Katsuki that made Zeku want to roll his eyes. He was obviously proud of his younger boyfriend and was confident that he could always beat out any romantic competitions.
“So he’s a pedophile.”
“Pedo indeed.”
“What a gross old man.”
"And a drunk too."
The jujutsu sorcerers scattered when a ball of fire was shot in their direction. The flames vanished as soon as it hit the ground.
“Alright, your turn!”
Gojo pushed Zeku into the chair and Katsuki appeared on the hologram. Katsuki was dressed in a red cheongsam with the pearl jewelry set that Zeku got him. Normal cheongsams weren’t supposed to have splits that far up the thigh but since Katsuki still liked moving around with less restrictions, they had his dresses tailored. The background was the lotus pond they had back home. Katsuki was smiling here too but in a more reserved way, with a bit of a blush.
Kariage whistled. The others look like cats who smelled the scent of fish.
From the short chat that followed, Zeku pieced together the fact that their Katsukis were much bolder than this. They were loud and carefree, bubbling with energy and hope for a bright future or maliciously demanding because others would always tend to their needs.
It made Zeku feel a little frustrated, not because he didn’t like his Katsuki being more gentle or quieter but because he knew that no matter what he did, he wouldn’t be able to give Katsuki the same kind of reassurance that he could express himself the same way as his counter parts.
“Stop ogling my Katsuki,” Zeku growled and Coiled Dragon bumped the jujutsu sorcerer away with its head. It did it hard enough that Gojo smashed into a wall but the bastard just climbed back onto his feet, completely unscratched.
“Oh come on, it’s not like we’re going to steal him.” Gojo made a face at him then turned to the other version of himself. “What’s with this buzzkill?”
“He’s got a dragon, built a city and a company out of a slum with his Katsuki and now Katsuki’s the crown jewel in his hoard,” Satoru explained. “His Katsuki got expelled by UA and probably has some form of depression though. And he is like a pessimistic grandpa living in a teenager's body. Just look at him, tang suits and tea plus all that seriousness. I betcha he yells at kids for playing their songs too loud or accidentally kicking a ball into his yard.”
“Shut up.”
Honestly, Zeku didn't know what was worse: Being reminded of his lover's pain or having to hear lewd talk about his lover. Even if he knew they weren't discussing his Katsuki in particular, it was still about a Katsuki.
Getting up, Zeku roughly pushed the snickering mercenary into the chair. The Katsuki that showed up made everybody get dead quiet.
He was sitting by a campfire and they could see some snow and the edge of a forest just outside of the large tent. With a first aid kit by his side, he was stitching up a cut on his right leg while it looked like he hadn’t had a decent shower in a day or two.
Also, he had metal for arms and Zeku didn’t need a second glance to know there were a lot of things fucked up about him. It could be seen in Katsuki’s eyes that he had been through worse than war and back.
“I’m not even going to ask what happened to his arms,” Satoru said in a strangely slow fashion and the eccentric joy in his voice was all gone. “But didn’t you say you were being dead before you got sucked here?”
“You left him widowed,” Suguru added. “This is going to sound mean but I wish he moved on already.”
Kariage scratched his head and got up with a sigh. “It’s complicated, you know?”
“Pathetic,” Xanxus spat. “He’s living in a forest like a caveman.”
It seemed like he couldn’t imagine his wizard living in such horrible conditions. To be honest, the wizard looked like the type to not be able to sleep soundly if there was one pea under his forty layers of mattresses. But Zeku didn’t blame him for being baffled, he would never let his Katsuki live that way, not if they had the means to get him better.
Kariage responded by lighting another smoke but he just held it between his fingers. “Not everybody’s lucky enough to or successfully start their own fucking company, born into peace and wealth, or be the son of a mafia Don. Yeah, I understood some Italian, jackass. We made a living and don’t look down on me cause y’all got a better platform or resources.”
Whatever he said triggered something from Xanxus, both of them, and chaos rained down all of them. There was fire shooting everywhere and excited laughter from Gojo to fuel the chaos. Zeku ducked behind a sofa as the violence spread to his area. The ground was quaking and he fired off a round of buckshots at everybody but that just made him a target to be ganged up on. Bullets were fired off and he could hear the metal ricocheting against the wall and Coiled Dragon’s scales.
Again, bunch of idiots. He hated this and all of these bastards.
Suddenly, he almost tripped and when he looked down, his feet were vanishing. The noises stopped and Zeku noticed everybody else had got some parts of them disappearing.
“I think we’re going back,” Gojo said while looking down at his transparent hands.
Zeku just thought they couldn’t have vanished faster.
—---
“We saw the guy with the dragon again,” Suguru admitted to Katsuki over a video call. He went on to explain everything that happened with loads of commentary from Satoru.
“You didn’t cut off his hair again, did you?” Katsuki was very suspicious. There was no way his boyfriends acted in good faith.
“We didn’t do that.”
They have thought about doing some damage, like peeling a scale off the dragon, but didn’t get the chance.
“We were friendly this time,” Satoru chimed as he squeezed his face into the frame. “And I think we’re great boyfriends in comparison to the others. You should have seen the Italian guy, one him had all these nasty scars and the other is a man-eating monster!”
“That’s a fucking low standard.” Katsuki gave them the finger. Grunting, Katsuki threw himself on his bed and they could see a half packed duffle bag in the edge of the frame.
“Packing?”
“Summer training camp. No one knows where we’re going though since Deku and the others ran into a shitty villain at the mall.”
Satoru blinked. “So they still haven’t caught the villains? If we run into one during a mission, can we beat them up?”
“They’re not curse manipulators,” Getou said while pushing his best friend away. “It’d be a hassle if we accidentally caused a fatal wound or severe damage. If you really want to fight them, just break a few bones and call it a day.”
Satoru grumbled unhappily but still accepted it.
Suguru ruffled Satoru’s hair and pulled the hoodie over him. Smiling into his phone, he wished Katsuki luck. “We’ll see each other after your training camp.”
Katsuki beamed and forgot about the demon and wizard or supermodel, to the strongest duo, they had the best Katsuki of all.
—---
“Where did you two go?”
The end of a triangular demon tail slapped lightly on Gojo’s face. Katsuki was floating upside down and he landed between the two jujutsu sorcerers. He had an apron on and the apartment smelled heavenly.
Katsuki leaned in close against Getou. “You smell like fire and coffee…and is that gunpowder? Was there a villain attack on your way over here?”
They shook their heads and explained what happened to the demon with sharp senses.
Katsuki visibly lit up at that. He pushed them towards the dining table and told them to sit. As they did so, he started dishing out plates of food in front of them. “Eat and tell me more. What was the ghoul like? Did he have fangs or green skin?”
Gojo stabbed his fork into the orange stuff that was trying to escape his plate while Getou pretended to not see the floating eyeball in his cup.
“Something wrong?” Katsuki sat down across from them with a cup of bubbling…whatever the hell that was.
They both smiled.
“Not at all!”
—---
“Xanxus?”
His wizard husband was outside the door. Before he got snatched away to the white room, Xanxus was taking a nap in his office. Katsuki came in, already in his vintage nightgown.
“If you’re going to sleep, then at least come to bed.” The wizard tapped the end of his wand on the edge of Xanxus’s table and the items in the room started organizing themselves. Pens sorted themselves and books flew back on the shelves while wine cups were cleaned and neatly stored away. “Why is your kagune out? Are you hungry?”
Xanxus didn’t say anything as Katsuki’s hand landed on his kagune. Pale fingers caressed the dark tentacle, trailing along the red streaks on the flexible organ. Katsuki sat down on the armrest of Xanxus’s chair and gave his husband a kiss.
“What happened?”
“You got any of those moving photos of you when you were still in school?” Xanxus asked. His husband was beautiful, enchanting as the first day they met. However, the difference between this one and the teen model the other him had was still striking. The wizard carried himself with more poise while the model was more energetic.
Basically the difference between a spoiled princess and an evil queen.
“Of course I do. Why are you suddenly interested in my school days?”
“Just curious.” It was right for Katsuki to be suspicious. He had told Xanxus about the school of magic he went to before and Xanxus already concluded that they focused too much on the magic side of things and lacked behind on physical training. It was an understandable curriculum since they were wizards, just like how people wouldn’t be expecting a pastry baking school to teach how to butcher chickens but for Varia, the standards were higher.
“I will have an elf house go fetch it from the Bakugou manor then. In the meantime, how about a morning session,” Katsuki whispered while pulling Xanxus closer and his clothing changed. White shirt, dark gray trousers, and a robe, the wizard slid himself onto Xanxus’s lap. A green and silver tie was hanging loosely around his neck. He purred,“Professor?”
Xanxus accepted the invitation.
—---
“Bel! Stop right there you little shit!”
Xanxus could hear Katsuki shrieking before he even got all his proper bearings back. Bel’s laughter soon followed and the two blond teenagers were chasing each other through the halls, sliding down the handles of the stairs and leaping off railings like they were in the circus.
“Hey Boss!” Bel yelled while dashing towards Xanxus. For some reason, the prince was carrying a two layered chocolate cake that had a boot stuck in it.
If Xanxus was a responsible adult, he would have asked what was going on and try to resolve a conflict but no, that wasn’t how they rolled in Varia. Also, he couldn’t give less of a fuck about what weird pranks Bel was attempting to pull or had already committed.
“Do I need to know?” Xanxus yawned.
“Nope.”
Bel ran off, disappearing around the corner and Katsuki appeared up the stairs. He was in an oversized black hoodie and dark green cargo pants…also looking extra pissed. Xanxus stopped him by wrapping an arm around the teen’s waist. Squeezing Katsuki’s face with one hand, Xanxus pinched his lover’s cheeks and caused a little bit of pink to form on that white skin.
His Katsuki was younger than the wizard one and it showed. There was still baby fat on his cheeks and more warmth in his eyes. He was more lively too, moving about with larger swings of his arms and a bounce in his steps. It was much easier to tell his mood with how animated his expressions could get.
“You really are a brat,” Xanxus observed. He could see the appeal of why the other version of him would be willing to marry a wizard from a long line of noble traditions. Man-eating monster or not, they were still the same person and the mafia in Xanxus said that marrying the wizard would definitely be more beneficial than taking a hero student.
However, this brat was his and Xanxus would still much rather take a noisy hero-in-training over a magical prude.
Katsuki made a string of intelligible noises that Xanxus was sure was some kind of confused protest. Scooping Katsuki up, Xanxus started going back to his room. Somehow, the weird dimension spat him out in the hall instead of in his bathroom.
“Let go of me, I have to go murder a stupid fucking prince.” Katsuki scratched at Xanxus’s back but he didn’t put too much force into it. “He ruined my cake and then stole it.”
“Just make a new one.”
“No, I’m pieing that thing in his face and then I'll make him make me a new one.”
“Bel’s baking is shit.” Technically, the price could follow the very simple instructions on the back of a box of cake mix but that would bore Bel so he usually would get creative in the bad way.
Katsuki started ranting and Xanxus said nothing. Usually he never got involved in the quarrels between his little boyfriend and his subordinates, especially for something so trivial. Xanxus dropped them both on the bed and pushed him down. The kid always smelled sweet and today he carried a scent of chocolates with a hint of blueberry.
Another difference.
Not that Xanxus hated it.
“Xanxus?”
“Just sleep.”
Katsuki snuggled up against him and said nothing else.
—---
He was back in his bed with Katsuki in his arms. Zeku tucked Katsuki closer and pressed a kiss against the latter’s forehead. Katsuki woke up and blinked the sleep in his eyes away.
“Did something happen?” he asked quietly.
Zeku told him about what happened and Katsuki immediately sat up to turn on the lights. Katsuki checked Zeku over for any injuries.
“I didn’t sense anything,” Katsuki said with a frown. He was fidgeting with the hem of his T-shirt, nervous about the situation. His lover disappeared and he didn’t even feel it! That was obviously a giant red flag of something was wrong.
“It’s alright, I don’t think whoever or whatever did it meant any harm.” Besides being slightly irritated and annoyed, Zeku felt fine. He would go run some tests later but it didn’t seem like they needed to be overly panicking. It wasn’t like it would achieve anything at this point. “You should go back to sleep.”
Katsuki gave it a thought and then shook his head.
“It’s almost morning anyways.” Katsuki pulled him off the bed. “Let’s start on breakfast. I think we still have enough ingredients to make your favorites.”
He swept Katsuki off his feet and the latter laughed while wrapping his arms around Zeku’s neck. Coiled Dragon followed behind them, carrying a pair of slippers. After he sat Katsuki down, the blond went to the fridge and started pulling out vegetables and chicken. It was still dark out, with a thick layer of dark gray clouds still looming over the city, perhaps it was going to rain today.
Zeku went over to the sink and washed the rice while Katsuki fired up the stove and got the cutting board out.
They had music on, a slow Chinese opera singing about a love story. Coiled Dragon wrapped itself around the kitchen island and propped its head onto the counter under the warm yellow lights. Its tongue darted out when Katsuki fed the scraps to it. Everything was normal. There were no annoying detectives, Hunting Dogs with fake smiles, or idiots trying to bomb the city.
This was their home.
He wasn’t sure how the others interacted with their Katsukis but here? He would make sure his Katsuki had the best of everything in peace.