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To an outsider, it looked like Eijirou had his whole life together. A good group of friends, a strong quirk, a student at UA, average grades, and a happy exterior. This was mostly true! Eijirou gave himself a pat on the back for how put together he was. He always had a smile on his face, and about ninety-eight percent of the time, it was a real smile.
Unfortunately, he had a huge crush on his best friend. It was a slight inconvenience when it came to acting normal in the locker room or when Katsuki would change into casual clothes in front of him, but otherwise, he was able to ignore his feelings completely. Honestly, fuck feelings. They’re only making his life more complicated. They make him feel extra warm and fuzzy in a way he can’t get anywhere except with Katsuki. It’s like an addiction. An addiction that he has to keep a secret.
A week ago, someone told him that they thought Katsuki was in love with him. This, naturally, freaked Eijirou out, causing him to hyper analyze every situation ever. The lingering touches, glances, and the red flush that would cross Katsuki’s face whenever Eijirou would lose his shirt while they were hanging out. That happened more often than not. Katsuki’s room was particularly hot.
But even when he started to become aware of those things, Eijirou refused to believe it. They were best friends! Nothing more. Nothing at all. There was no way that Katsuki could love him like that. He spent hours just staring at his ceiling and debating what he should do. Should he confess? Keep it to himself? Be a little less subtle about his feelings? Be more subtle? His mind was constantly spinning for the next week, and it was starting to hurt his brain.
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Katsuki and Eijirou were simply hanging out in Katsuki’s room. Well, Eijirou called it hanging out, Katsuki called it studying. Same thing. They both sat on the bed, Katsuki leaning over a textbook while Eijirou looked at random meme pages on the internet, waiting for his counterpart to be done.
They did this every night. Katsuki would eventually get bored of studying and toss Eijirou a controller so they can shoot each other in a video game, and then they would get bored of that, so they would both just lay there in silence. Sometimes, the silence would lead into conversation, sometimes as stupid as, “Do you eat or drink soup?” Sometimes they would actually talk about, you know, feelings.
Eijirou was scrolling through his phone, mind blank as he waited impatiently for Katsuki to stop being a perfect student and actually talk to him. He scrolled and scrolled, the assignments he should probably do still sitting in the back of his mind. He ignored them. He would get them done eventually. He didn’t want to waste the time he had alone with Katsuki on doing homework.
So he settled for watching him out of the corner of his eye. He got flustered every time Katsuki bit his lip in concentration. He tried not to think about the fact that he wanted to lean over and kiss him right now, no matter the consequences. But fortunately, Eijirou had some self-control, and he kept his hands and lips to himself.
When Katsuki finally closed the book shut with a snap, it was a miracle. Eijirou’s eyes were droopy and he’d slumped down onto the bed, half lying half sitting. His upper back was against the wall and his phone was consistently slipping out of his hand, even when he tried to focus on whatever was on his screen. He felt a tap on his shoulder, and he blinked himself fully awake to see Katsuki next to him.
“Sleeping, already?” Katsuki asked, his voice raspy from being unused for the past hour. Eijirou had a habit of falling asleep in Katsuki’s bed.
“Nah, man, I’m awake, I swear,” Eijirou muttered, forcing his eyes wide open. He refused to fall asleep and end the night quickly. He treasured the quiet, peaceful moments with Katsuki that didn’t involve other people or him yelling at their classmates. He reveled in being the only one who got to see this side of Katsuki.
“I’m not feeling up for video games tonight,” Katsuki said, before shifting and laying down next to Eijirou on the bed. He scooted down further to join him, finally laying fully on the mattress instead of half slumped over. He sighed, rubbing his neck to get rid of the stiffness.
“You sat like that for a long time, dumbass, no wonder your neck feels like shit,” Katsuki said. “Turn over, I’ll massage it.” Eijirou halted. Katsuki. Said he would massage his neck?
Eijirou paused for a second too long. “Hurry up or I’m revoking my offer.” He turned over quickly, laying on his stomach and burying his face in a pillow. He was wearing a thin tank top, so Katsuki’s hands connected with bare skin and muscle.
Eijirou really, really resisted the urge to moan. Mostly out of pain. Katsuki dug into the knots in his neck and kneaded, ridding him of his tension. Eijirou grit his teeth. Pain before pleasure.
After a while, it started to feel good, and Katsuki moved from his neck to his shoulders. Eijirou shivered, suddenly feeling cold. The heat in his face was extremely contradicting. He could feel the stress being physically pulled from his body, and he tried not to think about the fact that Katsuki was straddling him. He could feel his thighs on either side of his abdomen, squeezing lightly. Fuck. He does not need to get a boner right now.
Katsuki’s hands were working magic on his upper back. Eijirou buried his face further into the pillow. Keep it innocent, keep it innocent, he doesn’t even know how Katsuki feels about him. His mind was running wild. He hated not being able to control his feelings. This was his best friend, for god’s sake. He didn’t want to confess and ruin what they already have. He pretended to be content keeping it all inside.
He could hear a sigh from above him, and then he felt a light pat on his shoulder. Katsuki moved off of him and collapsed next to him again.
“Feel better?” he asked. Eijirou just nodded, afraid of his voice cracking if he tried to respond. Katsuki was staring up at the glow in the dark stars on his ceiling, the one touch of personality Eijirou liked the most in the blonde’s bedroom. It was almost completely dark, the clock creeping up on eight-thirty. Eijirou stayed quiet, waiting for Katsuki to restart the conversation. Luckily, he did. Not that the silence was awkward, no, just because he wanted to hear his voice again.
“I had to teach myself how to give good massages, so I can do it myself when my muscles get too tight,” he said. “It comes in handy.”
“Yeah, that felt really good,” Eijirou said. Katsuki hummed in response, running a hand through his hair. He looked nervous. The tips of his ears were tinted red, and he could see him pursing his lips. He opened his mouth like he was about to say something, and then he snapped it shut again.
“You okay, man?” Eijirou asked.
“Do you ever want to, I don’t know, hang out with someone until you die?” Eijirou blinked.
“What?”
“I don’t know! Do you ever want to hang out with someone until you die? Like, you only want to hang out with them for the rest of your life.” Then Eijirou started laughing. Katsuki continuously smacked him on the shoulder, face a bright red.
“Shut up you fucking loser! I’m just asking!” Eijirou tried to catch his breath.
“Sounds a lot like love, Kats,” he said. That made Katsuki pause, and silence filled the room once more.
“Love?” he asked. “It’s not just, aggressive friendship?” Another laughing fit on Eijirou’s end, and another round of whining and smacking from Katsuki.
“What even is aggressive friendship? That’s called love, dude. Wanting to spend all your time with someone, be close to them constantly, and wanting to be together forever? That’s love, for sure,” Eijirou said.
“Huh,” Katsuki responded, resuming his staring contest with the ceiling. Eijirou just watched him, appreciating the sharpness of his jaw but the softness of his cheeks. He was way too whipped.
“Who do you want to hang out with until you die? There must be someone,” Eijirou said.
“You.”
“...”
“What?”
“Me?” Eijirou squeaked, turning away and covering his entire face with his hands. Katsuki didn’t know what he was talking about, he didn’t say he loved him, he just said he wanted to hang out until they die, it was not a confession, it was not a confession, it was not a confession, it was not-
“Why are you freaking out? Don’t you love me back?”
“Oh my god! Of course I do!” Eijirou exclaimed, turning around only to catch the insecurity slip off Katsuki’s face. “I just didn’t think you did.” Katsuki raised an eyebrow at him.
“I literally can’t stop staring whenever you take off your shirt. Were you really that oblivious?” he asked. Eijirou groaned. Of course he noticed, he just thought it was… friendly staring?
“So, you love me? Like, as more than a bro?” Eijirou asked. He just needed confirmation.
“Yeah, I do. Are you gonna kiss me or just stay there like an idiot?” Katsuki said. Eijirou didn’t need any more, he just leaned forward and connected their lips.
He immediately felt better, could feel the rest of the tension in his body slowly leaving him, and he relaxed completely into the kiss. It was messy, both of them trying to get used to each other. Eijirou’s hands cupped Katsuki’s cheeks, and he felt Katsuki’s hands on his waist. He could stay in this exact moment forever. Till he dies, to be exact.
Katsuki took the initiative to slide his tongue into Eijirou’s mouth. Eijirou inhaled sharply, and he pressed himself closer to Katsuki. He moved his hands from his face to his chest, feeling the warmth of the skin through the thin fabric.
They parted slowly, both looking at each other in amusement.
“How much sooner could we have done that?” Eijirou asked.
“Probably way fucking sooner,” Katsuki replied. They kissed again, and again, and again, and again.
“I think we should do this until we die,” Eijirou said, his voice breathy and teasing. Katsuki flicked him in the forehead.
“Yeah, let’s make out until we die.”