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Eijirou smiled at his friends, who had started gathering in the common room. They were having a Christmas party, huge tree taking up the corner of the room. Everyone was wearing the Ugliest Sweaters they could find. It was a bit of a competition, but Denki had won with this abomination of a sweater. It was bright red and green striped, with lights and tinsel and these stupid looking little reindeer all over. There was also a piece of mistletoe hanging at the bottom of his sweater, covering his crotch. It was hilariously stupid.
“Kiri, go grab Bakugou please!” Mina shouted over the other voice. Eijirou glanced over to where Katsuki was sulking in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water. He had refused to participate in the ugly sweater contest, despite their attempts to sneak one onto him. They had stopped after he almost exploded Sero.
“You got it.” He nodded and stood, making his way over there. He entered the kitchen and grabbed a glass of his own, filling it with water and leaning against a counter opposite to Katsuki. “Hey, Bakubro.” He said with a wide smile.
“Shitty Hair.” Katsuki said softly, not looking at him. “I’m not putting on a sweater.” He said, with a pointed glare thrown in his direction.
“Yeah, I think we’ve long since given that one up.” Eijirou responded with a laugh. “They want you to come for the gifts, I think.” He explained. Katsuki sighed.
“I told you guys I don’t care about Christmas.”
“That’s okay. But we still got you gifts and we want you to open them, man.” He said with a smile. “Come on.” He placed his glass down and waited for the telltale sigh of reluctance before Katsuki started walking behind him.
As soon as they passed through the doorway from the kitchen, there was a cheer from the couches. Half of the class was pointing and laughing. Eijirou was confused for a moment, before he followed their gazes, and looked up at the mistletoe that was hanging above them now. He turned to Katsuki, who was blushing.
“We don’t have to if you don’t want-”
“Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair.” Katsuki shoved him and then grabbed his arm, yanking him into himself and smashing their lips together. There were wolf whistles from the rest of the class as Eijirou’s hands found Katsuki’s hips. The blonde pulled away all too soon and scoffed, marching over to the couch. Eijirou felt his face burning bright red as he followed behind him.
The craziest part was, they weren’t even dating.