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It was brought up during lunch one day. 

Katsuki had been trying his hardest to ignore it, staring resolutely down at his food, but of course, his shitty ‘friends’ couldn’t keep their goddamn mouths shut if their lives depended on it. 

“Um- bros?” Plain Face started, setting his tray down at the table and sitting next to Sparky. 

“Is there something you want to tell us?” Pinky finished for him, sitting beside Katsuki and leaning into his space. 

Katsuki grumbled a bit but didn’t make any moves to push her away, even as she boldly rested her elbow on his shoulder. 

The two annoying idiots were referring to the way Shitty Hair and Dunce Face were all over each other, sitting so close that they might as well just climb into each other’s fucking laps. He had just been forced to witness Kirishima wrap his arm around Kaminari so the fellow blond could feed him a piece of sushi from his own plate. Every second, they continued to gaze into each other’s eyes with their goofy fucking stupid faces, made something black and ugly rise up into Katuki’s chest. He stabbed into his chicken a bit too harshly as he tried not to look too interested in the conversation that had started up around him. 

Shitty Hair and Sparky separated enough for their shoulders to no longer be glued together but not far enough that Kiri had to remove his arm from the back of Kami’s chair. They both stared at their friends, completely oblivious, and Katsuki couldn’t believe his life had come to such a low point that he had actually chosen to sit with these fucking fools and allow them to waste his time. 

Kiri raised an eyebrow. “Something like what?” 

Mina made eye contact with Sero before turning her head to look at Katsuki. He tsked, rolling his eyes in response. 

“Umm- are you guys like...finally together now?” she asked the question that had probably been on everyone’s mind since their first month at UA. 

Kami’s eyebrows raised in shock while Kiri’s cheeks turned almost as red as his hair. He finally pulled his arm away from Kaminari, setting both hands under the table. 

They briefly made eye contact between themselves before turning back to the group.  

“Uhh-what?” Kaminari responded stupidly. 

“Yeah, what are you guys talking about?” Hair-for-brains followed up. 

Even Katsuki had to snort at that. 

“Anyone with fucking eyes can see that you two shitheads are into each other,” he said before returning his attention back to his food. 

He knew he was right. As much as he had wanted to ignore it, it was damn near impossible. He couldn’t deny how they looked at each other, how touchy-feely they always were, the whispering and note passing during class, and the time spent together after school. The person they spent the most time with, outside of each other, was probably Katsuki himself which was a double-edged sword considering he liked them both. 

That was something he could only admit in the safety of his mind. 

He liked them both. 

And they were into each other. 

Wasn’t life a bitch? 

Kiri hid his face behind his hands, and Kami finally had the decency to look the tiniest bit embarrassed if the light dusting of pink across his cheekbones was anything to go by.

The other blond turned to Kirishima a bit awkwardly. 

“Wait, Kiri, are they right? Do you… like me?”

After a moment of hesitation, Kirishima half lifted his face from his hands to nod slightly. 

“A-and you? Do you feel the same?” Kirishima asked back quietly, sounding unsure of himself. Katsuki recognized it as the same tone the redhead used on the occasions he allowed his self-doubt to slip into their conversations and questioned his abilities as a hero. 

It was a tone Katsuki hated more than anything. 

But before he could react and completely expose himself for caring about Kiri’s wellbeing, Kaminari beat him to the punch. 

“Of course!” The electric blond smiled brightly, placing one of his hands on Kirishima’s wrist. 

Kiri finally dropped his hands to the table, and they looked at each other with twin expressions that were starting to become too familiar to Katsuki. The very same expressions that made Katsuki’s heart beat so hard and fast in his chest that, for a moment, he couldn’t hear anything else. 

Because they looked at each other as if the other had hung the goddamn stars and moon in the sky for them personally. 

And they would never look at him the same way. 

“I thought only lesbians could be so oblivious,” Ears’ voice suddenly broke the silence, sitting at the last empty chair and effortlessly jumping into the conversation as if she had been there the entire time. 

“Nah, both of them are just dumb!” Mina chimed in. 

“Hey!” they both said indignantly, which caused the other three to laugh. 

Meanwhile, he felt like something had shattered and died inside of him. He had always thought the term ‘heartbreak’ was just a figure of speech, but the pain felt all too real at that moment as if someone had physically reached inside his chest. 

He suddenly stood up, feeling too overwhelmed, too antsy, too much like he needed to blow some shit up to sit there for even a second longer.

“Bakugou?” Kirishima asked, looking up at him, and from his standing position, he could see the two of them holding hands beneath the table.

Katsuki couldn’t stop the grimace that formed on his face, but he hoped it looked like his regular everyday annoyance rather than exposing how agitated and hurt he was on the inside.

“Congratu-fucking-lations,” he said before picking up his tray and leaving the table.  

Only when he placed his tray on the cleaning rack did he realize his hands were shaking. 

He clenched them into fists and walked out of the cafeteria without a backward glance. 

Katsuki didn’t skip class because he wouldn’t let some stupid shitty feelings get in the way of him becoming number 1. He’d rather die than have the damn nerd surpass him because of something so fucking ridiculous. 

That didn’t necessarily mean he was above practically bolting from the classroom the second the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. 

Halfway to the dorms, he heard someone calling out to him. 

“Oi Bakugou!” It was Shitty Hair. 

He didn’t stop walking but did slow down enough for the other boy to catch up. 

“Hey, man, can I talk to you for a sec? I feel like I blinked, and you were gone.”

Katsuki sighed. “What the fuck do you want, Red?”

“You aren’t...like-um-” he looked down sheepishly, nervously running his fingers through his shitty hair. 

“Spit it out, Hair-for-brains,” he said, but not as roughly and annoyed as he tried to act around other people. 

“Uh- you aren’t umm...uncomfortable with Kami and me, right? Like, if we decide we want to date or something?” His eyes flickered up to Bakugou’s face, his sharp teeth worrying his bottom lip. 

Katsuki suddenly stopped in his tracks, and Kirishima skidded to a halt beside him, looking caught off guard by his sudden action. 

Katsuki fought down his natural inclination to glare. 

“What? You think I’m homophobic or some shit?” 

“No! I just want to make sure things won’t become weird between us or anything. You’re one of my best friends, man, and I know Kami feels the same. I just don’t want anything to change.” 

His heart began to hurt. He didn’t know if it was because he had somehow tricked those two sunshine idiots into being his friends, his best friends, or because they only considered him a friend. 

He sighed again, looking away to avoid meeting those damn puppy dog eyes. 

“Kirishima-” He could see the redhead stiffen out of the corner of his eye from the rare usage of his actual name. “Stupid shit like that would never change my opinion of you,” he mumbled before looking up more confidently and giving the other boy one of his smirks. “I still wouldn’t like you either way,” he joked. 

Kirishima laughed, giving Katsuki one of his thousand-watt smiles before throwing an arm around the blond’s shoulders. “Thanks, man!” 

He allowed the contact for a couple of seconds, letting himself take in Kiri’s warmth and the smell of his cologne before he playfully shoved him away. 

“I just told you I don’t like you,” Katsuki said, shooting the other boy a genuine smile, which was probably rarer than using his name. 

“Yeah, yeah. Anyway- today is Thursday, so the training grounds should be open late. Do you want to go with me?”

He shoved his hands deep into his pockets. “Yeah, whatever.” 

Katsuki was either feeling extra nice or extra fucking over everything today, but for some reason or another, he ended up cooking dinner for him and Shitty Hair. This somehow led to Sparky and the other shitty extras that dubbed themselves ‘the Bakusquad’ joining them as well. 

Katsuki had barely picked up his chopsticks before Sparky threw out some stupid ass idea. 

“Hey, bros-I think we need to capitalize on Bakugou’s good mood while we still can! How about a squad movie night tomorrow?” 

“Absolutely fucking not,” he quickly replied, barely looking up from his food. 

“Aww, come on! It sounds like fun, man,” Kiri chimed in. 

“Then do it. Just don’t expect me to show up,” Katsuki said dismissively. 

“Come on, please-” Pinky joined in on the whining. 

“No.” 

“Pretty please?” Plain Face this time around. 

“Fuck no.”

“Kiri, try one more time. You’re his favorite-” Plain Face said, elbowing the redhead playfully. 

Kiri froze, blinking before turning to him with a wide smile. Katsuki rolled his eyes and put his hand directly onto the redhead’s face to push him away.

“Save your breath.” 

Ears just snorted, clapping sarcastically. “Good efforts, everyone.”

After some more whining, they ultimately began to plan around him. He pretended to be giving his full attention to his string beans instead of noting that it would be taking place in Plain Face’s room tomorrow at 8. 

Not like he was going to show up or anything. 

Katsuki had showered and done his math homework, trying to take his mind off all the bullshit of the day before deciding to call it quits and go the fuck to sleep. 

He was about to turn off the lights when there was a knock at his door. He would ignore it because, after a year of being in the same class, his shitty classmates should know he liked to go to bed early, and he wouldn’t let anyone get between him and his sleep. 

“Bakugou-” he heard a familiar voice sing out. 

Well, he wouldn’t let most people interrupt his sleep. 

Since he was already by the door, he unlocked it quickly. 

“What do you want, Sparky? Are you also going to ask me if I’m some shitty homophobe just because I didn’t throw you a pride parade when you and Shitty Hair finally got your heads out of your asses?” 

With the door open, he could see that it wasn’t just Kaminari but also Kirishima. They looked ready for bed, Kirishima’s hair down and brushing his shoulders, and Kaminari wearing a Crimson Riot hoodie that could only belong to a certain someone. 

“No, that’s not it at all, but if you’re offering to throw us a parade, I won’t say no,” Kami said, smirking and leaning against his door frame.

“Why the fuck are you two here?” he asked, crossing his arms. 

“We wanted to talk to you,” Kiri said, jumping in. 

“Haven’t we talked enough, Shitty Hair? This couldn’t have waited until tomorrow?” Katsuki asked, rolling his eyes. 

“No, it really couldn’t. Can we come in? We can make it quick,” Kaminari said. 

Katsuki found himself grinding his teeth at how often they had thrown around the word ‘we’ and apparently finished each other’s thoughts and sentences as if they were just one entity now. 

“Whatever,” he ultimately said, turning away from them and going over to sit on his bed. They followed behind him, sitting on the opposite end. He decided not to waste his last dregs of energy pretending he didn’t want them close to him. Even though he was still hurting, he couldn’t deny he enjoyed being in their presence. 

“So- uh... we-” Kirishima started, instantly making him groan. 

“Fuck Hair-for-brains. I can’t deal with this shit again,” he said, running a hand down his face but probably sounding more exasperated than annoyed.

Kirishima had never acted this way around him before. He was almost starting to remind Katsuki of the shitty nerd, a thought that had him suppressing a shudder.  

Kaminari patted Kirishima’s knee reassuringly and didn’t move away, his thumb tracing circles on the other’s skin.

Katsuki tried to ignore the way that made his chest constrict. Hadn’t they put him through enough today? Couldn’t they leave him to sulk and lick his wounds in fucking peace?

“So earlier today, you called us both idiots for not realizing our feelings for each other were mutual, and you were right, but we’ve been talking for a while, and we realized something else-” 

“Like what?” 

“Like the fact that we both like you as well,” Kami supplied factually. 

Katsuki felt like someone had punched him squarely in the solar plexus. He accidentally let off a small series of explosions and quickly clenched his fingers into fists to muffle them, making his hands feel even sweatier. 

At this rate, he was going to explode his entire room. 

His eyes were wide as he looked at them. Shitty hair was blushing from his ears down to his neck, looking a weird mix of uncertainty and on the verge of vomiting. 

Kami looked much less panicked, he still had that damn smirk on his face, but it was smaller than usual. 

“I-” he started and paused at the strained sound of his voice, taking a moment to collect himself. He felt like he was going to pass out. He felt like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, like if he sat there long enough, they would laugh in his face and tell him they were joking. 

But the laughter didn’t come. 

“Are you two fucking with me right now right now?” 

“We wouldn’t joke about something like this, man. We don’t want to make this weird or put any pressure on you, but we thought you should know. It wouldn’t feel right to start anything between the two of us while this door was still open, you know?” Kiri said, gesturing vaguely. 

“So what? Do you want to date me or some shit? Both of you?” he asked, looking back and forth between them. 

Kiri smiled hesitantly, nodding, but Kami ducked his head. His hair fell over his face, concealing his expression. 

“Yeah,” Kami started, his voice uncharacteristically soft and shy. “Though I-uh- I’m not really sure if you like me as much as Kiri…which is fine!” he rushed to supply, holding his hands up placatingly. “But I do really like you, and I’d still be willing to try…if you were too.”

Katsuki felt like he was mishearing things. 

Not once had Sparky ever acted afraid or put off by his personality. Over the past year, he had hung around Katsuki, taking his outbursts in stride and giving them right back to him with a bright smile. Katsuki actually enjoyed their back-and-forth bickering and thought it was a good enough sign of friendship for Kaminari to realize he enjoyed his presence. But perhaps, he had been wrong the whole time, and the necessity to clear up any confusion outweighed any awkwardness or hesitation he would have typically had. 

Before he could register what he was doing, he was reaching out to brush Kaminari’s hair out of his face and then lifting his chin so they would have to make eye contact. 

“Kaminari-” he started, and the other boy froze under his touch. “Who the fuck says I don’t like you?” 

Kaminari’s eyes widened, and he blushed prettily, small electric shocks dancing across his cheekbones. They didn’t hurt enough to make Katsuki want to pull away. 

Kirishima hooked his chin on Kaminari’s shoulder. “Well, you told me earlier today that you didn’t like me,” he joked, successfully cutting the tension. 

Katsuki let out an amused-sounding breath. “Well, I guess I lied,” he took a moment to steel himself, hands once again tightly clenched in his lap. “I like both of you too. I have for a couple months now but thought I would never have a chance with either of you, especially once I realized that you liked each other.”

“Holy shit, Kiri, am I hearing things?” Kami asked, turning his head to smile widely at Kirishima, who met him with a sharp-toothed grin of his own. Kami turned back to him with all signs of shyness gone quickly replaced by mischief. “Are you sure you don’t want to try to confess to us more romantically, Blasty?” 

He tsked, rolling his eyes. “Eat shit and die.”

They laughed at that. “Yes, that’s more like it. I’ll probably never hear anything more romantic in my life. Kiri, you really have your work cut out for you.”

“Be nice,” Kiri admonished lightly. “But anyway, are we going to try this dating thing? The three of us?”  

“I’m definitely not saying no to dating the hottest guys at UA,” Kami supplied, smiling brightly. 

“Don’t say shit like that so casually,” Katsuki snapped back, feeling his cheeks heat up.

“Yeah, man, give a guy some warning first,” Kiri said, hand honest-to-god clutching his chest. 

Kami just continued to maintain that ridiculous smile. “No, can do. Now, what do you say? Do you two want to be my boyfriends?” 

“Well, we’ve already talked about this, but my answer is yes, of course, a million times yes.” Kirishima threw his arms around Kaminari, resting against him for a moment, and for the first time today, Katsuki didn’t feel awful seeing them like this. 

Instead, there was a smidgen of hope flickering in his chest. 

“Yeah, whatever,” he said impassively.  

Kami snorted. “Wow, try not to show all your excitement at once, man.”  

“I’m already sick of you.” 

Kami stuck his tongue out at him. “It’s too late now. No take-backs.” 

Katsuki bared his teeth, leaning into the other blond’s space when Kiri held up both hands.

“We all literally just started dating. Can you guys save your bickering for tomorrow?”

“Fine,” Katsuki huffed out, crossing his arms. 

“I guess-” Kami agreed, with a shit-eating smile. 

“Good. Now Bakubro, get closer. There’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a while,” Kirishima said, waving him forward. 

“Like what?” he asked hesitantly. Was Shitty Hair going to try to kiss him or some shit? Was he ready for that? He didn’t want to acknowledge how often his mind had drifted off to Kirishima’s lips, how soft they looked, and what it would be like to kiss him, but this was real life. What if he was a bad kisser? What if Kiri was a bad kisser? What if he just didn’t like it? 

Kirishima placed his hands on Katsuki’s shoulders, and he tried to stay as relaxed as possible as he waited to see what the other boy would do.

The redhead practically threw himself at him, wrapping his arms around Katsuki’s neck, pressing their bodies together in a bear hug, and falling backward onto the bed with Katsuki on top of him. 

He felt his brain short circuit for a moment, his heart beating so hard he was sure Kirishima could feel it. His natural inclination was to push away and threaten to explode the other boy, but...Kiri had asked if they could drop the bickering tonight, so maybe he could drop the bravado too? Because this felt...nice. 

Not restrictive in a way that reminded him too much of being captured by a slime monster or chained up and muzzled like a rabid dog. This was just Kirishima. Kirishima’s warmth, and Kirishima’s smell, and Kirishima’s laughter ringing in his ears. 

Katsuki sighed, letting himself relax into the hold. 

“Ooh- me too, me too!” Kaminari’s voice rang out excitedly. Kirishima lifted one of his arms, a pressure he found himself missing immediately, but then Kami laid down next to him on Kiri’s chest, his face close enough that Katsuki could feel his breath against his lips. 

The other blond gave him a broad smile, not a teasing one or a smirk, but a genuine smile so big he had to close his eyes. 

Katsuki felt his heart skip a beat or two in his chest. These two wouldn’t be good for his health, but at least right then, laying in their little cuddle pile, he didn’t seem to mind. 

Katsuki’s morning started as it usually did. 

Mostly. 

The only difference is Kaminari lying on top of him and Kirishima at his side, arm draped across them both. 

He unconsciously rubbed his hand up and down the line of Kaminari’s spine, causing the smaller boy to sigh contentedly. 

Katsuki couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe that his two closest friends, whom he had had a crush on for longer than he probably realized, were here in his bed, cuddling him. 

He hadn’t suspected he was a cuddler in any way, shape, or form, but he liked it. He was surprised by how much he liked it. 

They were boyfriends now. 

He had multiple boyfriends now. 

The moment of peace was promptly interrupted by the blaring sound of his alarm going off and Kaminari zapping the shit out of him. 

“Fuck!” Katsuki bellowed, sitting up and nearly throwing the other blond off the bed. 

Kirishima also let out a loud yelp. “Ow- Kamibro- what the hell?” 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Kaminari said quickly, flapping his hands in a panic. 

“Goddammit, Sparky, I’m never letting you sleep in my fucking room ever again.” 

“Ugh-” Kami groaned, running his hands through his messy hair. “Don’t be like that, man.” 

Kirishima sat up, running a placating hand up and down his back. Kami gave him a shy smile in return, his cheeks coloring slightly. 

Katsuki found himself biting down on his lip to stop a smile of his own from forming. 

He liked them both so much. 

They turned to look at him. 

“He did the same when he slept in my room for the first time. You just need to change the sound of your alarm, and it will be fine!” Kirishima said, smiling reassuringly. 

“Yeah, promise!” Kaminari said, nodding and leaning further into the redhead’s hold. 

“Wait…you two were having sleepovers?” Katsuki asked. 

He felt his spark of happiness suddenly darken into something much more like jealousy. The thought of those two cuddling together as close as just next door to him but without him had Katsuki grinding his teeth. 

“Uh- sometimes?” Kaminari responded before sharing one of those glances with Kirishima that made it look like they were reading each other’s minds.

Which did nothing to quell his jealousy. 

“You two were sleeping in the same bed for god knows how long but still didn’t realize you liked each other? Fucking idiots,” he said, throwing off his blanket and climbing out of bed. 

“But we’re boyfriends now, so looks like you’re also an idiot,” Kaminari said, sticking out his tongue. 

“Whatever,” he mumbled, moving to his closet, unable to think of a meaner answer while these confusing feelings still clouded his brain. 

He could not picture himself knocking on Kiri’s door demanding cuddles or anything but…

Shit, but what? 

“Anyway, I’m sorry again. I hope I didn’t hurt either of you too badly,” Kaminari said. Katsuki turned his head to catch the slight pout on the other boy’s face. 

“We’re fine, bro! No worries!” Kirishima replied brightly before placing a small kiss on the other blond’s temple. 

Katsuki returned to his closet, grabbing the first shirt he could find and whipping it over his head. 

“Don’t be stupid, Spark Plug. As if you could hurt me with such a shitty attack,” Katsuki practically growled, unable to stop the negativity that wanted to bubble up. 

He felt a light touch on his back before a small hand settled on his shoulder. He met Kaminari’s golden eyes. 

“I wasn’t ‘attacking’ you, dude. But thanks,” Kaminari gave him one of those shy smiles, and Katsuki briefly wondered what it would be like to kiss him as casually as Kirishima just had. 

But then Sparky was playfully shoving him, and the moment was gone. 

“I’ll leave you two to your homoerotic bro time now,” he said before heading for the door. “See you later!” 

‘Homoerotic bro time’ referred to Katsuki and Kirishima’s early morning runs. 

Like usual, Shitty Hair rambled on about random shit, and like usual, Katsuki pretended like he wasn’t listening but was secretly hanging on to every word. 

He was glad things appeared to be normal between them, that they could fall into their same routine even though the nature of their relationship had changed. At the same time, though, he couldn’t get the fact that those two were sleeping together in the same bed out of his mind. 

Kirishima suddenly stopped running, and Katsuki could barely stop himself from crashing into the other. 

“Why did you stop, shithead?”

“Are you alright, man?” Kiri asked, biting his lip. 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he replied, raising an eyebrow. 

“You have your ‘Midoriya face’ on.”

Katsuki felt himself sneer, his expression tightening. “What does that shitty nerd have to do with anything?”

“That one!” Kirishima furrowed his eyebrows, his lips forming a grimace that looked wrong on his face. “‘Fuckin' Deku,’” he said in an imitation of what Katsuki supposed was him. 

The redhead had long since stopped trying to get Katsuki to be nicer to the shitty nerd and moved on to teasing him, which surprisingly proved to be more effective.

He felt a small smile form on his lips and gave Kiri a playful shove. “Fucking idiot,” he said without any actual malice. 

The redhead smiled as bright as the sun, and Katsuki once again marveled at how easy it was to please him. That Katsuki was the cause of such a bright sign of happiness.

He felt his heart doing the weird flipping thing again. 

“That’s better, but what were you thinking about?”

“I just…” Katsuki started, looking toward the ground. “I wish we had figured out this shitty feelings thing sooner,” he said, feeling vulnerable, which he fucking hated. Still, if anyone could draw this out of him, it was Kirishima. 

Kiri’s smile transformed into something softer, and Katsuki suddenly found it difficult to make eye contact with the other boy. 

His gaze settled somewhere near the redhead’s ear, and he tried to will away the blush that wanted to form on his cheeks. “What do you want, Shitty Hair?” 

“Nothing. I just wanted to take this in for a moment. I’ve liked you for a long time, y’know?” 

“Could have fucking fooled me,” he said, grumbling at how much time they had wasted. 

“Well, I never wanted you to know. Either of you, but I’m glad you finally do.” 

Katsuki hummed noncommittally, rubbing the back of his neck and looking at the ground. 

Kiri seemed able to read his reaction and let out a loud laugh in response. 

“Can I hug you again?” 

“…Sure.” 

Katsuki tensed as Kirishima walked toward him but melted as soon as he felt the other’s arms settle around him. 

It took him a moment to reciprocate, but he hesitantly reached up to rest his hands on Kirishima’s lower back.

The other boy let out a content hum and leaned his head against Katsuki's temple. In the past year, Kirishima had grown several inches taller and broader than him and was well on his way to looking like a brick shithouse. First-year Katsuki definitely would have found this version of Kirishima threatening, but right now, it made him feel secure and protected. 

Suddenly overwhelmed by the emotions rising inside him, Katsuki pushed him away lightly. 

Kirishima smiled kindly and softly ran his fingers over Katsuki’s knuckles.

“I’m really happy we’re going out. Not even meeting Crimson Riot right now could make my day any better.”

“Your sappy shit is going to make me vomit, asshole,” Katsuki said, but he felt like his body was betraying him. His heart rate was picking up, and he could feel the beginnings of a blush spreading across his cheeks. 

He was happy too. 

Not that he would be able to say it. 

“Sorry, not sorry, bro,” Kirishima said with a wink. 

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “We’re going to be late for class if we don’t finish up soon,” he said before running ahead, the sound of Shitty Hair’s laughter following him. 

Katsuki hesitated for a bit, considering whether he wanted to turn the fuck back around before taking a deep breath and knocking on the door to Plain Face’s room before he could change his mind.

After only a moment, the door swung open to reveal Dunce Face, who looked equal parts excited and surprised to see Katsuki on the other side of the threshold. 

“Bakugou?” he asked, tilting his head. “What are you doing here?” 

He huffed in annoyance. “Didn’t you shitty extras say you wanted to have a movie night or whatever?” 

“Well yeah, but you also said you weren’t going to come.” 

Katsuki folded his arms across his chest defensively. “Just let me inside before I change my fucking mind, Sparky.”

At that, Kaminari smiled at him, the wide one that took up his whole face and scrunched up his eyes, the one that did weird things to Katsuki’s heart. He would usually get annoyed at himself for being affected, but now that they were dating or whatever, he supposed it was alright. 

He tsked, pushing past the other blond into the room. 

The others looked up from their positions around the room, faces all in some iteration of surprise. 

“Woah- Bakugou is here? Is it going to snow or something?” Black Eyes said from her position on Sero’s bed. 

“Shut the fuck up, Pinky,” he said before practically stomping over to claim the desk chair in the corner. 

Kirishima, who was on the side of the hammock closest to him, smiled widely. “Hey, Bakubro!” 

He murmured a greeting in return as Kaminari plopped himself down next to the redhead. Kiri automatically moved to wrap his arm around Kami’s thin shoulders. 

Things had already begun to change between his two favorite shitheads. Truthfully, Kaminari and Kirishima could have easily been mistaken for being a couple at any point in their friendship, but now there was no room for doubt. 

They had somehow managed to become even clingier. Hanging all over each other at any given moment wasn’t new, but he had seen them kiss each other on the cheek at least five separate times earlier today. Each time he found himself wishing he was brave enough to do the same, but instead, he had turned away, finding literally anything else to look at. 

There was another knock on the door. 

“Bakugou, the one who got here last, gets to open the door,” Sero chimed from his spot next to Mina, not even looking up from what he was showing her on his phone. 

He stood up, grumbling incoherently as he went over to the door, throwing it open for Ears, who practically flinched away at the sight of him. 

“Bakugou is here? Is it going to snow?” she asked, walking into the room. 

“That’s what I said!” Black Eyes yelled back excitedly. 

Katsuki felt his eye twitch. “One more shitty comment and I’m never helping any of you with your fucking homework ever again,” he said, returning to his position in the corner. 

At that, Sero looked up, raising a placating hand. “Alright, everyone, enough of that. I can’t afford to fail math.”

“Crap, you’re right,” Sparky said, leaning across Kiri and patting Katsuki’s shoulder. “I, for one, am glad you’re here, Blasty,” he said, winking.

“Touch me again, and I’ll kill you,” he growled back, purely because of habit. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Kami said, brushing him off, before ruffling his hair. 

Katsuki bared his teeth and set off a series of small explosions in one of his hands. The familiar tightness of his skin was comforting and helped to calm him down since his heart was freaking the fuck out over those tiny casual touches. 

Kami jumped away from his explosions, easily laughing him off, but instead of straightening up, he chose to drape himself across Kiri’s lap. “Alright, the squad’s all here. What should we watch tonight?” 

“Hmm-” Black Eyes started, “It has to be something iconic.”

“Like what?” Sero asked. 

“How about Your Name or something?” Ears suggested. 

Katsuki scrunched up his eyebrows. It sounded familiar, but he hadn’t watched it. “Iconic, my ass. I’ve never heard of it,” he said, playing it off. 

Sero snorted. “Uh, yeah- full offense, dude, but on your path to becoming number one, have you had time to watch a movie like...ever?” 

He crossed his arms as the fucking idiots started to cackle like that was the funniest joke they had ever heard in their lives. 

Katsuki ground his teeth together, letting off another explosion more prominent than the last, but all their shitty laughter drowned it out.

Kiri’s hand reached out and settled lightly on his shoulder. “Bakubro, you’ll hurt your jaw if you keep that up. There’s no need to be upset. I haven’t seen the movie yet, either.” 

He smiled reassuringly as if Katsuki was some child that needed to be calmed down. 

And fuck him if it actually kind of worked. 

He unclenched his jaw before tsking and turning to stare resolutely at the wall.

He heard someone, or maybe multiple someone’s, gasp.

“Kiribro, what?” Sero asked. “We have to solve this problem immediately. Ashido, it’s time to bust out the popcorn!”

She jumped up from the bed, pulling Jirou with her. “Leave it to us!” she said, gliding out the door. 

Plain Face started typing away on his laptop, trying to find the movie by the time the two girls came back carrying two giant bowls of popcorn. 

Kami quickly sat up to make grabby hands for one, and when Jirou passed it off to him, he took Kiri’s hand and dragged him to the floor in front of the bed. 

“Bakugou, come sit down!” Kami called, patting the space between them that they had left open for him. His heart skipped in his chest at the gesture to make him feel included. He wanted to go and sit with them, but his ego wouldn’t give in so easily. He pulled his lip back in a grimace but otherwise remained silent. 

“Come on, man, you won’t be able to see from there!” Shitty Hair said, smiling at him softly. He looked amused by Katsuki’s antics, as if he knew the blond would give in sooner rather than later. 

“Fuck off,” he said, willing to play along with what felt like a challenge that had been thrown down. 

Kaminari leaned around Kirishima, smirking in a way that was all too familiar, like he had caught on to what was going on. But before he could say anything, he was drowned out by the griping and shitty whining coming from the three on the bed. 

Katsuki tsked and rolled his eyes, accepting that he had lost this round, and stood up from his chair to sit in the space between his two new boyfriends. 

He could feel multiple pairs of eyes zoning in on him. No doubt, the three on the bed were surprised at him choosing to be close to multiple people at the same time rather than having to be forced into it. 

Kami slammed the popcorn bowl into Katsuki’s lap as if to stop him from escaping or some shit. 

Katsuki shoved some popcorn into his mouth. “Well? Are you going to play the shitty movie or not?” 

“If by ‘shitty’ you mean a classic, then yes. Hit the lights, Jirou,” Plain Face said, and once Ears used one of her ear jacks to flip off the lights, he pressed play. 

When they finished the popcorn, Kami swapped the bowl for a big knitted blanket for them to share. 

Within a few minutes, Kirishima shifted to press their legs together, and on the opposite side, Kaminari leaned over to rest his head on Katsuki’s shoulder. 

He didn’t have it in him to be upset by this. Instead, he found himself hesitantly reaching out to them both. 

Were his hands shaking? He was Bakugou fucking Katsuki. He refused to believe he was nervous about touching his boyfriends. 

They were both casual-touch people, but Katsuki, unfortunately, was not. He hadn’t even really touched them during their impromptu cuddle session in his bed yesterday. 

Katsuki had nearly stopped paying attention to what things felt like since his quirk began to claim the sensation in his palms. It had mainly stopped bothering him, but at this moment, he was suddenly overcome with the need to see what Kirishima and Kaminari felt like while he still could. 

He reached out to place a light hand on Kirishima’s leg, feeling the other boy’s warmth through his sweatpants. He pressed down with his fingers, chasing the sensation, and heard the redhead let out a tiny gasp. 

On his other side, he wrapped his arm around Kaminari’s shoulders so he could touch the ends of his hair. It was soft. He moved his hand higher to rest against Kaminari’s neck and play with the hair at his nape. He felt a small zap as the other blond reacted in surprise, but the shithead didn’t make a big deal out of it for once. 

It was nice. It had been a while since anything had felt nice. And here he was, experiencing it two days in a row. 

Katsuki almost allowed himself to get distracted by the sensations, but he was the fucking best at everything, so of course, he could split his attention between his boyfriends and the movie. 

The movie, which he found to be surprisingly enjoyable. He was usually able to determine where a movie was heading, but even he hadn’t seen that plot twist coming. 

Shitty Hair had physically reacted by straightening up and grabbing Katsuki’s hand underneath the blanket, even letting out a ‘what ?’ which caused a few snickers around them. Still, Katsuki couldn’t deny he felt the same. 

When the film ended, Kami immediately moved away before the credits even came on. Katsuki brought his hands back to rest in his lap. 

When someone turned on the lights, Kami elbowed Katsuki playfully. “Well, what did you think, Blasty?”

“It was fine.” 

“Wow. Big compliments from this one,” Ears snarked back. 

“I’ll take it! I’m just glad he stayed the entire time!” he turned his head to see that Mina’s smile looked genuine. 

“Yeah, whatever. It’s not like I had anything else to do.” 

Kaminari and Mina snapped to look at each other as soon as the words were out of his mouth. They only had to make eye contact for half a second before turning to him with matching looks. 

Sparky smiled at him mischievously. “If you have nothing else to do, do you want to stick around and do face masks with us?”

He sighed and crossed his arms. “I’m already here, so fucking fine.”

“Woohoo!” Sparky threw both arms up in the air out of excitement, and Pinky leaned over so they could do a double high-five. Katsuki definitely did not feel a tiny fluttering of happiness in his chest because they were excited he was staying. 

They all paired off to help each other apply the clay face masks. 

Kiri and Mina took the hammock, and Jirou and Plain Face remained on the bed, leaving him with Sparky on the floor. 

The other boy leaned toward him with a look of concentration on his face, and Katsuki once again did not feel his heart flutter in his chest at the close proximity. 

Kami pulled away, smiling. 

“Wow, your pores are like nonexistent, bro. I guess your mom wasn’t joking when she said nitroglycerin is great for the skin.” 

“When the hell did you get a chance to talk to my fucking mom?” 

“Me, Mina, and some of the other girls watch her live streams sometimes.”

He groaned. “Why would you do that?” 

“Oh! Aren’t your parents famous or something, dude?” Plain Face asked from the bed. 

“No,” he responded dryly. 

“Famous adjacent,” Kaminari clarified. 

“Very well known,” Pinky agreed, nodding. 

Katsuki groaned again. 

“Alright, enough of that,” Kaminari said, tapping him on the nose. “Are you going to be able to stop glaring at me for the 20 minutes this mask takes? Geez, man, you’re too attractive to give yourself premature wrinkles and frown lines.” 

Katsuki froze at the comment, too thrown off to even think of a response. Sparky was stupidly ridiculously flirty with anyone and everyone, and he supposed he would only get worse now that they were dating. 

“He does have a point, bro,” Shitty Hair said, not even opening his shitty eyes as Mina applied a bright blue face mask to his skin. 

The others hummed out their agreement, and his lips pulled back to form a grimace more out of embarrassment than distaste. 

“What did I literally just say?” Kami murmured, moving forward just the tiniest bit to speak directly into Katsuki’s ear. “Relax.” 

He pulled back to look into Katsuki’s eyes meaningfully before winking. 

“Die,” he growled in response with no real heat behind it. 

Kaminari had that damn smile on his face while he waited for Katsuki to relax his face. Kami squirted some gray clay onto his fingers, leaning forward again to place a bit on his cheek. Katsuki jumped slightly at the cold clay meeting his skin but quickly grew distracted by the feeling of Kami’s fingers softly running across his skin. 

He didn’t close his eyes like he had seen Shitty Hair and Plain Face doing, instead focusing on the smattering of freckles across the bridge of Kami’s nose and the different flecks of gold in the other boy’s irises. 

Kaminari also smelled so good, and he was so close. Katsuki had never let anyone get this close to him until his two idiots barged into his life and broke down all his walls like it was their damn job.

Kami had been focusing on applying the clay, but as he moved to the opposite side of his face, he caught Katsuki staring and smiled at him softly, making Katsuki’s heart beat so fast he wouldn’t be surprised if the whole damn room could hear it. 

He felt heat rise to his face, and he usually would have looked away, denying the emotions building up inside him, but this time he decided to hold the other’s gaze. 

It was more intimate than he was expecting, everything else falling away until there was just Kaminari’s warm smile and Kaminari’s soft fingers moving on his face. But then Kaminari’s smile grew, and he suddenly tapped Katsuki on the nose, making the moment less intimate and more silly. 

“Okay, you’re all set, dude. Me next,” he said, pressing the bottle of clay into Katsuki’s lap and wiping his hand off on a napkin. 

He picked it up, squirted a tiny bit onto his fingers, and began applying it to Kami’s face. Kaminari had said his skin was poreless or whatever, but so was his. His face routine must have been extensive if he watched the old hag’s live streams. 

He was a bit self-conscious as he applied the clay to the other blond’s face. Kami’s fingers had been smooth and soft, while his were rough and calloused. Thankfully, the other boy didn’t seem to mind. He couldn’t smile as widely with Katsuki applying this shit to his face, but his lips were still quirked up, and Katsuki felt his hands lightly settle on top of Katsuki’s knees, a couple of fingers slipping into one of the small rips of his jeans. 

Their moment was cut off by Pinky letting out an obnoxious coo. “Aww. Bakugou’s so cute with that face mask on!” 

He felt his body shudder from annoyance. “Shut the fuck up, Black Eyes. In no world will I ever be fucking cute.” 

“It’s too late. That world is this one because she’s right. You are really cute, man,” Kami supplied, winking. 

“I’m going to take this shit off right now,” he said, crossing his arms. 

“Come on, dude, they’re just messing with you,” Kiri called over from the hammock. 

“To commemorate this occasion, I think this calls for a group selfie,” Ears said from the bed.

Katsuki wasn’t sure which one of them he wanted to strangle first. 

“Oooh, yes!” Kami said, already jumping up and bouncing onto the bed between the two already there. 

“Absolutely fucking not,” Katsuki said from his position on the floor. 

“Come on, dude, you can’t have a squad night without taking a squad selfie,” Sero said. 

“I’d rather fucking get kidnapped again.”

Kiri pouted. “You don’t mean that, man.” 

And he was an idiot for looking at the stupid redhead because he softened just the tiniest bit, and these fuckers could smell weakness. 

Pinky grabbed his arm. “Come on, Bakugou, don’t be a party pooper. It’s just a couple of selfies!” 

He yanked his arm back, growling, but it was too late because now all of them were looking at him expectantly. 

He sighed. “If any of you post these anywhere, I’ll fucking skin you alive.” 

They all smiled, even Ears. He fucking hated every single one of them, and their shitty friendship, and squad nights, and how ridiculously happy they looked when he participated in things.

One squad selfie turned into ten which splintered off into different combinations and groupings, including a couple of him and his two new dumbass boyfriends. 

If he happened to save one of them as his phone background, that was nobody’s business but his own. 

Kaminari had asked the two of them if they wanted to hang out more because he wanted to talk, so they ended up back in Katsuki’s room for the second night in a row. 

Kiri and Kami took his bed as if they owned the place, so he went to sit at the desk, propping his face up with his hand. 

“Dude, what the hell was that during the movie?” Kaminari asked. 

“Did you not…like it?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. That was something he hadn’t considered. 

“I didn’t just like it-it was great, and you can feel free to do that whenever you want,” he said, winking. “It got me thinking, though, that everyone already knows about Kiri and me because of our whole dramatic moment in the cafeteria, but not about you. Do you want people to know that we’re also dating you?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” 

“Because you are very secretive about your personal life,” Kaminari rebutted. 

“He does have a point, dude,” Kiri said, jumping in. 

“Do you two shitheads not want people to know you’re dating me?”

“No, of course not, man!” the redhead clarified. 

“Yeah, I already told you yesterday that I think you are one of the hottest catches at our school,” Kaminari reminded him.

“Then I don’t give a shit. I don’t want to half-ass this, and I definitely don’t want to sneak around trying to hide. That would be exhausting.” 

Kami and Kiri made eye contact with each other for a brief moment before turning back to him with twin smiles. He wasn’t exactly sure what the fuck he was supposed to make of that. 

“What?” he asked. 

“Nothing,” Sparky was quick to reassure. “You are just very surprising.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “Surprising?” 

“But in the best of ways, dude!” Kirishima said, giving him a thumbs up. 

“Yeah, the best of ways!” Kami said, nodding enthusiastically. 

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “You two shitheads are acting weird, but sure, fine, whatever. I’m tired.” 

“Aw, is it past your bedtime, Bakugou?” Kami teased. 

Katsuki sneered. “Shut the fuck up or get out of my damn bed.” 

“Are you saying that if I shut up, we can have another sleepover?” Kami smirked, waggling his eyebrows. 

“Fuck no, I’m not going to put up with another night of you poking me with your boney fucking elbows.”

“You love my boney elbows.” 

He snorted. “Keep telling yourself that.” 

Kami blew him a kiss, not looking put off in the least, before jumping up from his position on Katsuki’s bed and brushing off his pants for nonexistent lint. 

“Fine- I guess I’ll just go back to my boyfriendless existence downstairs,” he started dramatically. “Try not to have too much fun without me up here.” 

Kiri laughed, reaching out to grab Kami’s shoulder. “Hold on, man, if Bakugou doesn’t want us in his space, you can still stay in my room if you want?” 

Kami’s eyes lit up, which was answer enough, before nodding enthusiastically. 

They both turned to look at Katsuki. Kiri raised an eyebrow. “Do you want us to leave? I want to respect your space, and I don’t want you to feel forced to do anything you don’t want to.” 

“Yeah, bro. No hard feelings. All jokes aside, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable in your own room,” Kami said, smiling reassuringly. 

He looked down at the floor, suddenly feeling heat rise to his cheeks. “You don’t make me uncomfortable,” he said, surprising himself by how much he meant it. “If you want, you can stay…” 

“Are you-” 

“Don’t ask me if I’m sure. I don’t do anything I don’t want to.” He looked up at them, glaring defiantly. “So if you two are going to have a shitty sleepover, you might as well do it here-” he mumbled, stomping over to his closet and resolutely trying to ignore how his heart was happily beating away in his chest. 

Katsuki was led to Kaminari’s room the next day after Saturday classes. 

Kami quickly opened his door, letting them all in, and it was still as much of an eyesore as it always was. He had changed his curtains to giraffe print ones, his bedspread was zebra, his rug was a bright red fake fur, his shelves were still crowded with random shit, half of which Katsuki had never seen him use, and his clothes were practically falling out of his closet. 

Katsuki scoffed in disgust. “How the fuck do you live like this, Sparky?” 

“You mean fabulously?” 

“If that’s what you have to tell yourself,” Katsuki said, smirking at Kami’s pout. 

“You know I like your room, Kamibro. It’s super manly!” 

“Thanks, bro. I can always count on you.” 

And then they fucking fist-bumped. 

They were in the strangest fucking relationship, and Katsuki didn’t understand why he liked them at all.

“Like you can talk Hair-for-brains.” 

“Yeah, whatever, man. I’ll keep pretending I don’t notice all the All Might merch in your room,” Kaminari said, sticking out his tongue. 

“Die,” he barked out, making them laugh at him. “Fucking whatever,” he said, flopping down on the tacky bedspread. Kiri quickly flopped down next to him. 

“Can we play a game?” 

“Fuck no, the only reason I came here is because you shitheads asked me for help with your chemistry homework.” 

“Only reason?” Kami asked, batting his eyelashes. 

“Yes,” Katsuki replied flatly. 

“Once again, you are so romantic, Bakugou. Please marry me now,” Kaminari said sarcastically, rolling his eyes but still plopped down at his desk and taking out his school materials without any shitty whining. 

After about an hour or so, Katsuki looked up from his nearly finished homework. 

“Oi, shitty extras 1 and 2, let me talk to you.” 

Kami looked up from his book, and Kiri looked up from where he was dicking around on his phone. 

“You know, I could have sworn you had stopped calling us that even before we became boyfriends, right Kiri?” 

“I think you’re right!”

“Shut up.” 

“What’s up, man?” Kirishima asked, leaning closer to him. 

“We should go on a date.”

“Really? You mean it?” Kaminari asked, snapping his book closed and wheeling to them with stars in his eyes. 

Katsuki rolled his eyes at their reactions. “Why wouldn’t I? You both made me admit to these shitty fucking feelings, and I already told you I don’t want to half-ass this-” 

Kiri and Kami made eye contact, matching smiles on their faces.  

Katsuki barreled on before he lost his nerve. “Anyway, do you want to go on a fucking date or what?” 

“I would love to,” Kaminari said, unnaturally earnest. 

“Me too!” Kiri said. “So, where do you guys want to go?”

Katsuki let out a breath he hoped didn’t sound too relieved. 

“It’s our first date. It should be something all three of us like, right?” Kaminari said contemplatively. 

Katsuki cleared his throat, and the attention was back on him. He tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, as if he hadn’t been thinking of a way to platonically ask them to go somewhere for the past week before their dramatic feelings revelation. 

“Actually, there’s supposed to be a festival this weekend…we can go tonight… if you want or whatever,” he said, averting his eyes. 

“Will there be stalls?” Kiri asked excitedly. 

“Yes.” 

“And fireworks?” Kaminari asked, placing his hand on Katsuki’s knee.

“I think so.” 

He knew so, but it’s not like he could tell them he had clicked through the entire fucking website for the itinerary of the whole night. 

“Alright, I’m in,” Kiri said, fist-pumping.

Kami smirked at him. “You really are a big softie, Blasty.”

“Say that again, and I’ll cut your fucking tongue out,” he growled. 

Kaminari stood up from his desk chair to cup Katsuki’s face. He ran a thumb along his cheekbone like he had done yesterday at their movie night before leaning in to press a feather-light kiss to the opposite cheek. 

“I like it,” Kaminari said sincerely. 

Katsuki felt himself blush again, and he fought the urge to place his hand over where he had just been kissed. What was wrong with him? This was nothing more than a damn peck. 

“Now scooch over! I need a break from all these numbers before my brain starts leaking out of my ears.” 

Katsuki did, moving away from where Kirishima had been leaning on him. 

Kami climbed onto his garish sheets and threw his legs over Kirishima’s lap without preamble but hesitated when it came to Katsuki. 

He gave Katsuki a shy look before asking, “Is it alright if I put my head in your lap?” 

Katsuki froze momentarily before clearing his throat and choking out a strained, “Yeah.” 

Kami smiled before lying down, looking straight up at Katsuki before closing his eyes. 

Katsuki reached out a hesitant hand before placing it in Kami’s hair. He was once again pleased to feel how soft it was. He hated that his quirk would take away his ability to do that one day. 

In the meantime, Kami made little happy noises at Katsuki’s ministrations, curling closer like a cat. 

Kirishima reached out to grab Katsuki’s free hand and brought it to his lips to kiss his knuckles softly. 

Katsuki’s eyes widened, and he felt himself blush all the way down to his toes. It took every ounce of self-control in his body not to accidentally set off an explosion. 

What would a kiss on the mouth feel like if he felt like this over some cuddling and some small pecks? And what if they ever went beyond a kiss? His heart might beat out of his fucking chest.  

His first inclination would have been to say he hated this, but in the privacy of his own mind, he could admit he wouldn’t trade this for the world. 

When they got to the festival grounds, Kaminari was practically vibrating out of his skin. His hands gripped Katsuki’s elbow before giving it a light tug.  

“Will you win me a stuffed animal, babe?” Kaminari asked, batting his eyelashes prettily. 

Katsuki froze, his brain working overtime to compute what he had just heard. “Babe?” he choked out.  

Kami grimaced, looking over his shoulder at Kiri. “Oh- do you not...like it?” he asked casually, but Katsuki caught a hint of nervousness from how he bit the corner of his lip. 

Katsuki cleared his throat and shrugged, trying to appear casual and totally normal about this. “I’ll allow it, I guess,” he said, continuing to walk. 

From the corner of his eye, he could see Kami’s sunshine smile. Was he happy just because Katsuki had let him be nice to him? His two idiots were so ridiculously easy to please. 

“Aww- no fair. I want to be called sweet names, too,” Kiri suddenly whined. Katsuki turned his head in time to see the redhead practically smothering the smaller blond in a bear hug, pouting. 

Kaminari patted his cheek placatingly. “Sure thing, honey.” 

Kirishima preened under the attention, his smile so big it looked painful, and Kaminari kissed his cheek before turning back to Katsuki. 

“Wait, so will you do it, Bakugou?”

He raised an eyebrow before remembering the other blond’s question. 

“Oh yeah- sure,” he said dismissively. 

Kami practically squealed. “You are the best boyfriend ever. Kiri, you really do have your work cut out for you now,” he teased. 

Kiri laughed, loosening his hold on Kaminari to give the blond a kiss of his own, making Kaminari giggle. 

“Hey, that’s not fair! You didn’t even ask me. How about I win you two?” 

Katsuki sneered. “Don’t enter a competition you know you’re going to lose Shitty Hair.” 

“Though he does have a point, I will not turn down any stuffed animals either of you would like to give me at any point during this date.” 

“And what about you, Sparky? What are you going to be doing for us, hmm?” Katsuki asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“I am the eye candy. I stand here and make everyone around us envious of you. You’re welcome, by the way,” he said, winking before leading Kiri forward. 

They didn’t get far ahead of Katsuki before Kaminari stopped at one of the food carts. 

“Ooh! I could kill for some takoyaki right now!” he said, reaching for his wallet. 

Katsuki batted his hand out of the way. “I invited you, Sparky. At least let me cover this.” 

“Aww babe-” he said, batting his eyelashes. 

Katsuki waved him off, trying to stop himself from blushing. 

Katsuki ordered a large box, tapping his fingers impatiently as he tried to ignore the two shitheads cooing at him for being uncharacteristically nice or whatever. 

He practically shoved the steaming takoyaki at Kaminari before stomping over to the seating area. 

They followed him, Kami sitting beside him and leaning into his side. Kirishima took up the bench across from them, his leg settling between Katsuki’s own. 

Kaminari picked up one of the takoyaki with a toothpick, blowing on it thoroughly before brandishing it to Kirishima. 

“Here, Kiri, open your mouth!” 

The redhead did so without question, chewing while maintaining his bright smile. 

“And you too, Bakubro-” Kaminari said, holding one up in front of his lips. 

He looked down toward the table, embarrassed, but opened his mouth. 

To his absolute horror, Kiri cheered at the showing- that dick. 

He swallowed his food before moving into the redhead’s space, foreheads nearly touching as he sneered. 

“I’ll fucking kill you, Shitty Hair.”

“Try it, Blasty-” Kiri said, shifting so that he could kiss Katsuki’s cheek. 

“Oi!” he cried, slapping a hand to his cheek as if to wipe it off. “Don’t try to suck up to me. I’m still going to crush you tonight!” 

“You two are so cute,” Kaminari cooed, watching them. 

“Shut up, Sparky!” Bakugou yelled, feeling his cheeks heat up. 

The blond stuck his tongue out at him, eating his takoyaki and feeding his two boyfriends between bites. 

As much as Katsuki felt out of his element with this whole dating thing, he felt right at home competing and dominating his way through festival games, able to win twice as many plushies as Kirishima did. 

He was glad the redhead was such a good sport, taking all of Katsuki’s half-hearted threats in stride and laughing them off as he usually did, simply buying a bag for Kaminari when the number of prizes became too much to carry in his arms. 

Even though he had planned this date, he had to admit he was pretty shit at this romance thing. He was pretty sure other people didn’t curse and threaten their boyfriends as much as he did. But he was glad he had found two people who seemed to understand him. They could see past his hard exterior and laugh at him, still tried to give him hugs and kisses even when he growled and snapped at them. He wasn’t exactly sure what he had done to end up with them, but he was grateful to be here with them. 

Eventually, Kaminari led them to the Ferris wheel, insisting it would be the best place to view the fireworks. 

The other blond took up one of the benches, placing the gigantic bag of plushies next to him. 

“You two can sit on the other side. We have no room for you over here.” 

Katsuki leveled him with an unimpressed look. “Sparky, do you really need all of these?” 

“I do, actually. My boyfriends got these for me, so back off,” he teased, sticking his tongue out playfully, and Katuski wanted nothing more than to have that tongue in his mouth. 

Wait, what?

Katsuki cleared his throat as they began to rise into the air. “I have a question for you, shitheads.”  

“What is it, man?” Kirishima asked. 

“You two…have slept in the same bed, right? Have you ever…kissed? On the mouth, I mean.” He felt like he sounded like a goddamn 10-year-old on the playground. But it was something that had been on his mind ever since he found out about their little sleepovers.

Just how far had they gone? 

All while he might have only been one wall away. 

“Nope!” Kaminari replied quickly. 

“Yeah, we only ever slept,” Kiri supplied, shrugging. 

“Well, that’s…anticlimactic,” he said but secretly felt relieved. He wasn’t exactly sure how he would have been expected to react if they had been fucking all this time. 

“Lame, I know, but this is something that can be easily rectified,” Kaminari said, standing from his army of plushies and causing the carriage to rock a little bit. 

Kirishima also stood up, and Katsuki assumed they would kiss right then and there. 

But then, without saying a singular word, they begin to…play rock-paper-scissors of all things. 

Katsuki was still confused by the weird ass telepathy thing they had going on. Maybe that was why he liked them both. They definitely shared a brain cell. 

Kaminari won, quickly slapping his hand over Kirishima’s fist before looking over the redhead’s shoulder at Katsuki. 

“So what do you say, Bakugou? Do you want to kiss me?” he asked with a smirk. 

“That’s what that shit was about?” he replied with a raised eyebrow. 

“Yeah, of course! Like you said, we’ve been sleeping in the same bed for a while, so I think we can wait a little bit longer, right Kiri?” 

Kiri nodded enthusiastically, sitting down on the bench with Kami’s plushies. 

Katsuki wasn’t exactly sure how to reply, looking between the two of them for a moment. 

“It’s alright if the answer is no!” Kami tried to reassure, flapping his hands nervously. 

“No- it’s not. No- fuck just-” he tsked, giving up on trying to express himself through his words, and stood up. He cupped Kami’s face between his hands, tilting up his chin. 

“I want to,” Katsuki said softly before closing the distance between them. 

Kaminari hesitantly placed his hands on Katsuki’s hips and kissed him slowly and gently as if he were something precious and breakable. Katsuki had never considered himself a soft person, but standing in Kaminari’s embrace, with the other rubbing small circles onto his lower back, he wanted to try. 

When they pulled away, Kaminari gave him a shy smile, and Katsuki couldn’t resist the urge to plant a small kiss between his eyebrows. The other blond blushed prettily, a soft pink color across his cheekbones. 

The moment was broken by Kirishima rocking the carriage by standing up. 

“My turn!” he said excitably. 

Kaminari moved out of the way, gesturing to Katsuki with a ‘go ahead’ motion. 

Kirishima practically threw himself at Katsuki, draping his arms over the blond’s shoulders.

Katsuki had memorized the look of Kirishima’s broad smile, but now he could feel it. His happiness was palpable in the kiss, lips insistent like an excited puppy. All Katsuki could do was let himself be kissed breathlessly until Kiri had had his fill. 

When they broke apart, Katsuki took his cue to sit down and finally give the two shitheads a chance to kiss each other. 

They kissed like two people who had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Their kisses had vastly differed, but Katsuki had enjoyed them both equally. Where Kaminari was more intimate, Kirishima was more passionate, and he could see how those traits combined, like oil and fire. Their kiss dragged on for what felt like forever, probably longer than the prior two combined. 

Katsuki was some mix of turned-on and borderline envious for not being a part of the action. Before his feelings could tip one way or the other, the two turned their attention back to him. Kirishima sat beside him, and Kaminari plopped himself down on Katsuki’s lap to make them all fit on the cramped bench. 

They began raining kisses onto his skin, forehead, cheek, chin, and down the line of his neck, making him shiver all the way down his spine. 

“I’m so glad to be dating you two,” Kaminari suddenly announced, so uncharacteristically earnest that Katsuki’s heart skipped a beat in his chest.              

“I’m happy too!” Kiri added in, nuzzling against Katsuki’s side. “I never thought I would be lucky enough to have two amazing boyfriends.” 

Katsuki hummed. “Yeah, whatever-”

“Bakugou-” Kiri started, but Kaminari jumped in before he could get too far.

“No, Kiri, I want to see what kind of next-level romance he pulls out. Keep going, Bakugou-”

“Be nice,” Kiri chastised kindly before leaning back to make eye contact with Katsuki. “You don’t have to say anything back if you don’t want to. We already know how you feel.” 

If Katsuki blushed any harder, he was convinced he would pass out. These two weren’t good for his health. 

“…Me too...I’m…also happy…I guess,” he murmured, eyes stubbornly focused on the bag of prizes across from them. 

He heard the sound of Kami cooing, and suddenly both were moving into his space to try to kiss him again. 

They laughed as they realized what they were both doing and turned to kiss each other before Kirishima captured Katsuki’s lips, quickly followed by Kaminari. 

Katsuki felt like his heart was just about ready to melt through the goddamn floor. 

He had liked them both for so long and had imagined what it would be like to be with them more times than he could count, but the reality was a million times better than anything he ever fantasized about. 

He couldn't have asked for a better first date.

Katsuki watched as Kaminari slid into the last empty chair at their lunch table beside Kirishima.  

He had been kept late after class and, judging from the minimal amount of food on his tray, had just missed the lunch rush. 

“Hey, everyone! Holy crap, was Aizawa pissed at me! But I convinced him to let me turn in my assignment tomorrow. Oh, Bakugou! Why do you have gyoza? I thought you hated it, man.” 

Katsuki was startled at the sudden topic change, not expecting to be put on the spot so soon. 

He knew Aizawa’s chewing out would take long enough that Kaminari wouldn’t be able to grab his favorite food, so he had made sure to get it for the other boy. 

Not because he was worried Kaminari wasn’t eating enough, but to make sure he didn’t have to listen to his shitty whining later in the day. 

Katsuki had been hoping to sneakily slide the plate over while the shitheads chattered around him but leave it to Kaminari to completely blow up his plan within seconds of sitting down. 

He grunted noncommittally. “Got it for you,” he said, passing the plate in front of Kirishima to hand it to the other blond. 

Kaminari took it with a bright smile before setting the plate down and grabbing Katsuki’s hand. He brought it up to his lips to kiss his knuckles softly, and Katsuki felt blood rush into his cheeks. 

“Thank you!” he said cheerily before popping one into his mouth. 

Katsuki pulled his hand away as if he had been burned but was too shocked to make a singular sound. 

The rest of the table was dead silent. 

Katsuki stared down at his food resolutely, not wanting to see the kinds of expressions his friends were making. 

The silence was broken by Sero clearing his throat. “Umm- Kiri?” he started, looking between the redhead and Kaminari like they were a puzzle he couldn’t figure out. “Are you guys alright? Haven’t you only been going out for like a week? What’s going on?” 

Kirishima smiled brightly, looking up from where he had been happily stuffing his face to kiss Kaminari’s cheek, then turned to his other side to kiss Katsuki. 

“Yep! Things have never been better, bro!”  

The table once again fell into silence, and Katsuki knew his face was probably the color of Kirishima’s hair at this point. 

He looked up to see Mina and Sero gawking at the three of them, wearing matching surprised expressions as the realization fell over them. 

Jirou snorted. “Both of you owe me 3000 yen.”