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Katsuki set the food down at his and Eijirou’s spots, before sitting down to eat. It was a rare night off for both of them and they had a quiet night planned just for the two of them, dinner, then snuggling in front of a movie. Eijirou almost seemed nervous, there was something he had said he wanted to talk to him about for a while. It was nerve racking, but Katsuki was determined to work through whatever his boyfriend needed to. As they tucked into the food, Katsuki’s phone rang. He took a second to look at the caller I.D. then sent it to voicemail.
“Who was it?” Eijioru asked with a smile.
“Just Deku, If it was important he’ll call back or leave a message.” There was something in Eijirou’s eyes as Katsuki responded. He had been really lucky, the two of them Eijirou and Izuku had confessed to him at the same time. He would be lying if he said that there was nothing there for Izuku, but Eijirou? There had been a spark there from the beginning. It was obvious him choosing the red head had hurt Izuku, but the green haired boy was as gracious as always, wishing them all the happiness and still being their friend despite how he must be feeling.
“That leads into what I wanted to talk about. Izuku.” If katsuki was being honest he would have expected his boyfriend to be jealous of the friendship he shared with Deku, and his stomach twisted because he was scared that he was about to be told to cut off his friend, someone who had been so supportive of him. “I have been thinking about this for a while, and I decided it wasn’t fair to ask you to choose between us. Especially since, if I am honest, you aren’t the only one I had feelings for. I just didn’t think until recently–” He paused and took a breath.
“Ei. Baby. What are you trying to tell me?” Fear gripped his chest. Was his boyfriend about to break up with him?
“I think you have feelings for Izuku. And I think that I, too, have also developed feelings for him.” He reached down and picked up a book from where it had apparently been hiding. He raised his eyebrows at the title. The Ethical Slut, A guide to polyamory. At his look Eijirou blushed deeply. “There aren’t a lot of books on the subject, but it could work. The three of us.”
“The three of us.” Katsuki repeated as his fingers caressed the book. Izuku would certainly appreciate the thought Eijirou had put into it. “I think that is a great idea.”
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Meanwhile:
God he was so stupid. Why didn’t he wait for backup? Or better yet just go home when he should have and not come on this last call. But he was a hero and people were in danger. That wasn’t much consolation as the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. Smoke stung his eyes and his lungs as he struggled to breathe, and as he looked down at the length of rebar that was sticking out of his chest he knew even if he called for help now, no one would get there in time. The fact that he felt very little pain despite the horrible injury attested to that. So he pulled out his phone and dialed the number that he had memorized by heart. If he was lucky they were both there and he could say goodbye to both– It rang once before the voicemail kicked in. He laughed bitterly, blood dripping from his lips.
“Hey Kacchan–” He would have winced at the sound of his own voice if it wouldn’t have killed him faster. “I–” Fuck. What could he say? In his last moments all he wanted was to hear the voices of the two people that meant the most to him, but that wasn’t happening. “I don’t blame you for picking Eijirou. I would have, over me too. He’s–” he wheezed pain flashing down his body. “He’s amazing. You both are. I love–” God his vision was fading, and he was slurring. “Both of you. I need you to know that. You deserve–” The phone fell from his hand and tears filled his eyes. He heard other heroes coming closer, but he knew in his heart that it was too late.
“Izuku!” For one second he thought that his silent prayer had been answered, but it wasn’t Kacchan coming out of the smoke screaming his name. He tried to give a reassuring smile, but from the look on Denki’s face it was more horrific than anything. He willed himself to reach out, happy that he wouldn’t be alone in his final moments but his arms wouldn’t cooperate. The blackness expanded in his vision, and he closed his eyes.