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“Everyone make room for the nation's hottest couple!“
Katsuki just rolls his eyes at Sero's slurred words, not moving an inch while everyone else shuffles around so Momo and Shouto can sit down with them. The blond is not entirely sure when this became a thing一everyone and their mum calling Shouto and Ponytail the nation's hottest couple一and to be honest, he doesn't fucking care. It's been way too fucking long, that he is more than sure of.
It had started with Momo and Shouto having been invited as special guests for a fundraiser and ever since the two of them had been invited to various events, either as guests or as hosts. And that's great, it really is. But at some point between then and now Kaminari had started to refer to them as the nation's hottest couple and it just一stuck.
They both stand out in this run down bar, looking very much overdressed which means they both rushed here directly after finishing their job. Momo in a tight black dress that shows less skin than her hero outfit but looks more revealing somehow, Shouto with his hair slicked back and a red and black floral suit that should look ridiculous considering Shouto's hair colours but absolutely doesn't. Katsuki wants to take a million pictures of him. And if he saved a couple of pics from Shouto's official Twitter account that's no one's fucking business.
The heterochromatic takes the empty seat next to Katsuki, his left hand squeezing Katsuki's thigh under the table.
“You guys look hot,“ someone says. He thinks it's Kaminari but Katsuki is too busy peeling the label off of his beer bottle.
“Seriously, you guys were great! Congrats again!“
“Next round is on me!“
“Thank you, everyone,“ Momo says and Shouto nods. “We're both very exhausted, though, so we won't stay long but we wanted to at least drop by and say hello.“
And this is another thing that somehow happened.
Them showing up everywhere together. Going home together. Being a we, an item. Although they most definitely weren't actually fucking dating or anything like that but everyone acted like they were a married couple and it pissed Katsuki off.
“Okay buuut,“ Mina starts and Katsuki can already feel a headache creeping up on him. Whatever gossipy shit she's gonna talk about is sure to annoy the fuck out of him. “That kiss, huh一You wanna talk about that?“
Katsuki takes in everyone's reactions; Ochako gasps, Deku looks absolutely scandalized, Eijirou gives him a weird look that Katsuki chooses to ignore. Jirou just shrugs. Mina, Denki and Sero look absolutely delighted, whereas Momo and Shouto look utterly confused.
“What kiss?“
“Ha, I knew you'd act innocent so I came prepared!“
It takes Mina approximately 0.2 seconds to whip out her phone to show a picture of Shouto leaning towards Momo, his hand or her hip. His face is blocked by Momo's hair and yep, that looks like a kiss alright.
“There were cameras everywhere, did y'all really think people wouldn't see you?“
The blond feels Shouto's grip on his thigh tighten while he studies the picture before his hand relaxes again.
“I think it's just the angle,“ he says, not sounding entirely sure.
“Yeah, right,“ Denki wiggles his eyebrows and Momo's cheeks turn red.
“I'm getting another beer. Anyone want anything? Because I don't fucking care.“
Katsuki heads towards the bar without waiting for anyone's reply. When he returns 20 minutes later both Momo and Shouto have left already.
* * *
Katsuki silently closes the door behind himself, not bothering to turn on the lights. He heads in the direction of the kitchen on socked feet to get some water but stops when he notices the small light turned on in the living room.
Shouto is sitting on the couch, a headband holding back his hair while he stares intently at the book he's reading. He's wearing his stupid avocado shirt that says 'avocadorable' and reaches almost down to his knees as well as fuzzy shark socks that look like they are eating his feet. A white cat is curled up on his lap, purring ever so softly. The other menace most definitely is currently claiming Katsuki's pillow because she's even more specific about her bed times than Katsuki. Cats are weird.
“You know it'd be easier to read if you'd wear your fucking glasses.“
Shouto's body doesn't give anything away but the blond can see in his eyes that he's actually surprised and didn't hear Katsuki enter the apartment.
“Thought you'd stay with Ponytail.“
“I drove her home then came here,“ Shouto says, closing his book without putting a bookmark in because he always just fucking remembers the site he's on. Or the one Katsuki stopped at. What the fuck, who does that. “Did you drink?“
The blond shakes his head. He doesn't really drink, neither of them do but Katsuki will occasionally have a beer or two.
Shouto hums in response, gently picking up the cat and placing her on the floor to get up and walk towards Katsuki. Not without kissing the cat's head beforehand, obviously.
“Sorry, Sugar, you'll get more cuddles in a bit.“
Katsuki used to think talking to cats一or any other animal一was stupid, considering the language barrier and all that. He also thought talking to a deaf cat was extra stupid and they may or may not have gotten into an actual argument that lead to Shouto not talking to Katsuki for 4 entire fucking days and ended with the blond apologizing for 15 minutes straight to Sugar. He's been on speaking terms with cats ever since.
“You okay?“ Shouto asks, reaching for Katsuki's hand. “You seem一angry.“ That's because he is fucking angry but he still lets Shouto intertwine their fingers. Or maybe not angry, not exactly. It's something else but Katsuki refuses to acknowledge it. Bakugou Katsuki does not get jealous. He doesn't.
“Fucking peachy.“
“Is this about earlier in the bar? The kiss? Because I didn't一“
Katsuki doesn't even let him finish. “I know you fucking didn't kiss her, I trust you Shou,“ he says, because he does. He really does.
“Okay,“ Shouto says, heterochromatic eyes staring into crimson ones. “Okay,“ he repeats, “Then一I don't understand?“
Katsuki groans, his free hand pinching the bridge of his nose. He averts his gaze, opting to stare at an invisible point at the wall behind Shouto instead because no way in hell is he gonna say this while looking at him. This is so fucking stupid.
'It's just一It should be us. It is us“ he says and he can practically hear Shouto's gears turning. “The nation's hottest couple,“ he adds.
“We're pretty hot, yeah,“ Shouto agrees. “I still don't understand, I'm sorry, Katsuki.“
Katsuki continues staring at the wall.
“It should be us,“ he repeats and he hates how desperate he sounds. “People should refer to us as the nation's hottest couple. Or they shouldn't, I don't fucking care but it's you and me. Us. Not you and Ponytail.“
“Oh.“ There's something in Shouto's eyes Katsuki can't quite make out. “But you said一“
“I know what I said,“ Katsuki interrupts again. “I fucking know, okay.“
Shouto's hand find Katsuki's chin, turning his head towards him so their eyes meet again and for a moment Katsuki can't speak. Shouto does that to him sometimes. He's so breathtakingly beautiful Katsuki sometimes just stops functioning.
“What do you want, Katsuki?“
Katsuki licks his lips.
“I want everyone to know you're mine.“
Katsuki barely has time to finish the sentence before Shouto's lips are on his. Shouto is eager, desperate. They both are. Shouto's hands find Katsuki's hair and his grip is tight in that mean way he knows the blond likes. It elicits a small moan out of Katsuki's mouth.
His lips chase Shouto's when the other pulls slightly back, pressing their foreheads together.
“Are you sure?“
He sounds hopeful and for a tiny moment a small part of Katsuki's brain wants to backtrack.
They agreed on this; this was their thing, the public didn't need to know. But that was before Katsuki constantly got Momo's and Shouto's non-existent relationship shoved in his face. Before he had to read about Who Is Hero Shouto Dating every 2 fucking days. Before the group chat constantly got bombarded with Shouto's dating rumours. And most importantly一before Katsuki was ready.
He closes his eyes.
“I'm sure, Shou,“ he says, his lips almost touching Shouto's. “I'm ready. Let's fucking do this.“
He can feel the other smile against his lips.
“Let's fucking do this, Katsuki.“