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Katsuki is having The Worst Morning Ever™. If there was an award for awful mornings, this morning would be on stage giving a speech, thanking its parents for supporting it all along.
Not only does he miss his alarm, but when he finally does wake up - fifteen minutes before class - the apartment is freezing cold. Icy Hot probably left the thermostat on again, that bastard.
Katsuki barely drags himself out of his warm blankets and pushes his sore limbs into the first clothes he gets his hands on.
Haphazardly dressed, he runs to the bus station. Luckily enough, the electric sign says the bus should be there in a minute. And then it stays like this for another ten minutes.
Maybe he isn't that lucky after all.
By the time Katsuki gets on the bus, he is already five minutes late for class. Usually he gets there at least five minutes early so he can find a seat in the overflowing auditorium.
So he does the only thing he can think of and turns to his absolute last resort: He asks Deku for help.
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»USELESS NERD - CONVERSATION«
[8:20AM] You: Hey nerd.
[8:20AM] You: Save me a spot in biochem.
[8:20AM] Useless Nerd: sorry kacchan im not going today i have physiotherapy remember?
[8:21AM] Useless Nerd: i told you yesterday i had to move it coz my therapist couldnt do it on monday like usual and i had to email prof aizawa about it
[8:21AM] You: As if I listen to every stupid word that comes out of your mouth.
[8:21AM] You: There's so many of them, how am I supposed to know what information will be of actual use to me later?
[8:22AM] Useless Nerd: thats rude 〒_〒
[8:22AM] You: Wait, where is it? I can't find it.
[8:23AM] Useless Nerd: wheres what???
[8:24AM] You: Where I asked for your fucking opinion.
[8:24AM] You: 🖕
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Katsuki chuckles to himself and looks up only to see he missed his stop. Shit. He got preoccupied by roasting Deku's ass. Like always. Fucking asshole distracting him by being all annoying and pathetic.
Katsuki gets off the bus at the next stop and runs the few extra miles all the way to class, where Professor Aizawa is already mid lecture, giving Katsuki his usual death glare. At least he didn't yell at him to leave. One time, this stupid Pikachu looking guy was late and Aizawa actually paused the lecture just to tell him to get his ass out of the hall. Katsuki swears his eyes were glowing red. He probably cut Katsuki some slack, though, because of his top grades.
Katsuki searches for a place to sit, because of course the one day he's late all of the fuckers who take this class (sans Deku, because of course the universe hates Katsuki) decide to show up.
Finally he spots one single free chair. Free as in no one is sitting on it, not free as in empty. No, some pink haired bitch has all of her stuff on it. Katsuki has to stand there like a dick while she collects her fur coat, and her stupid looking scarf, and her designer's bag and her fucking thermos. Katsuki is this close to going off at her for bringing all of her earthly possessions to class, when he hears Aizawa clear his throat, looking at the two of them. Pinky blushes a little and mumbles a quiet 'sorry', as Katsuki scoffs and takes his seat.
About five minutes later, Katsuki already has his laptop out, opening a new doc, trying to concentrate on the lecture, and of fucking course his phone starts ringing. Through all of the chaos of this horrible morning he forgot to mute it. And to make matters worse, someone (probably Round Cheeks, because who the fuck else?!) changed his ringtone to that awful screaming cowboy meme.
Moonface is dead meat. Later today he is going to kick her ass, and he doesn't care if everyone will think he's a villain for it. As if she's this fragile innocent little flower. That bitch is hella tough. Not a complement, just stating a fact. If she took the risk of pranking Bakugou fucking Katsuki, she is obviously ready for the repercussions.
In any case, Deku is going to have to kiss his girlfriend goodbye, because now the whole class is stifling laughter and the look Aizawa gives him is promising future hardships. Fucking hell.
Goddammit what a stupid awful way to start the day.
If only he hadn't pushed that traitorous snooze button. He's gonna have to find a way to cancel that option. If only he hadn't taken so long savoring the warmth of his bed. No, if only he had stayed in bed.
Yeah. Maybe if the world keeps kicking him in the crotch over and over, he should just take the hint and stay home.
Wait, what the hell is he thinking?! He is Bakugou Katsuki. He can handle one bad morning. Would All Might just give up after being late to class? No. And Katsuki prides himself in aiming to surpass that old bastard. So bitching internally about giving up is pathetic and weak and... Deku-like. Actually, probably not Deku-like. That jerk would drag himself to class on his deathbed.
Katsuki spends the remainder of the lesson just staring daggers at the blinking cursor marking the emptiness of his opened doc file.
And then the rest of the way to his next class cursing himself for it.
He turns a corner, when suddenly what feels like a big hard brick wall hits his head. He loses balance, almost falling straight on his ass, when he feels two largs hands grasping him by the shoulders.
Katsuki looks up to scream at the blithering (extremely tall) idiot that not only ran into him, but dared to hold him as if he's some sort of damsel in distress, but he clamps his mouth shut to the perfect view of a row of blindingly white, sharp looking teeth.
Boy. Hot.
Gay.
Katsuki is gay.
So so very much gay.
His rage dies on his tongue, slipping down his throat as Katsuki raises his eyes two inches looking into dark brown eyes with a tint of crimson concern. Seeing red, Katsuki shakes off his initial hesitant fluster.
"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING ASSHAT!" he yells as he pushes that beautiful jerk and takes a few steps back. His eyes catch the asshole's offendingly red spikes that are probably supposed to be hair under all the layers of products.
"Sorry!" Shitty Hair rubs the back of his neck apologetically, "but you didn't exactly watch where you were going either," he says with a quirk to his brow on the side of an awfully charming smile. What the fuck. How dare he accuse Katsuki of being careless. Whether that is the truth or not is beside the point.
"Shut up. Maybe if your hair wasn't getting in the way of blood flow to your brain, you would notice the arrows on the floor," Katsuki grates through his teeth with his throat still contracting in on itself from before. Probably because he's still angry at the guy. That must also be the reason for his heart palpitations.
Meanwhile, unaware of Katsuki's inner turmoil, the bastard looks down at the hallway's marble floor, decorated with stupidly colorful arrows, and then laughs, as if Katsuki didn't just burn his ass.
"You are hilarious, dude!" He slaps a hand on Katsuki's shoulder. Can't this guy keep his big strong tanned hands to himself?!
Katsuki looks away with a scowl. His face feels hot. From wrath, obviously. But he doesn't shake the dude off of him again for some reason.
"How about I buy you a cup of coffee to make it up to you?" Shitty Hair smirks at him, face getting closer.
What. The. Fuck.
This dickhead first crashes his solid chest into Katsuki's face, then he blames him for it, and as the cherry on top of this crap sundae, he takes the opportunity to flirt with him using the cheesiest line in the history of goddamn romcom tropes???
"Fuck you and your shitty coffee!" Katsuki pushes the incredibly handsome hulk with surprising ease, and walks away. Like any sane person would.
Unlike a sane person, the redhead dumbass follows him.
"Haha, yeah, okay no coffee then," he calls as he catches up. As if Katsuki was refusing the coffee, not the company. Katsuki just ignores him and walks faster. "Hey wait up!" Shitty Hair protests as he tries to keep up with Katsuki's almost sprint.
"What." Katsuki turns around abruptly to glower at that beautiful piece of garbage.
This time, at least, the guy doesn't slam into him, but stops himself just as he takes a step right in front of Katsuki, as if he knew he'd stop there. Those are some impressive instincts. Too bad he hadn't used them beforehand.
"Can I just say one thing, and then I'll leave you alone forever?" Hair for Brains asks way too cheerfully for a guy who was just turned down.
"Fine." Katsuki spits poisonously.
"Your shirt is inside out," he points.
Katsuki looks down to see that his shirt is not only inside-out, but also backwards with the tag facing the front. Katsuki did get dressed rather quickly this morning.
What a joke.
"Alright. I think that's enough to settle my debt for being so clumsy before," the redhead laughs melodically.
Katsuki looks him dead in the eyes with all the hatred he can muster. Which is unfortunately way less than he intends. As Katsuki just stands there staring at him like a helpless idiot in gay panic, the guy conjures that magically gorgeous grin again. "I'm Kirishima Eijirou, by the way", he says, as if Katsuki had asked. Katsuki merely scowls harder in response.
A few moments pass with the two of them just looking at each other. Kirishima with his expectant smile, and Katsuki with what is probably an awkward mix of a sneer and a flustered grimace. "Okay... see ya!" He waves and turns to leave.
What a weird guy.
Yet, Katsuki finds himself thinking about him throughout the rest of his classes that day. Like a leech in his mind that just attached itself to the back of his head. Seems he was just so annoying, Katsuki can't get him out of his thoughts.
Until he sees him again later that same day, because, as Katsuki previously realized, the universe obviously hates him.
~
Katsuki skips the mediation of texting, and goes straight to the source of all his problems (probably): Deku's apartment.
Since he missed their biochem lecture this morning, even though he was physically sitting there, Katsuki has to turn to the assistance of the useless twerp for the second time today. If Deku had anticipated skipping class, there's no doubt he had prepared written material to make up for it in advance.
Katsuki knocks on the wooden door way stronger than he probably should, and hears the telltale tapping of socked feet getting closer. But when the door opens, in front of him instead of unkempt ugly green curls, is the familiar sight of an accurate imitation of a brick wall.
For the first time in his entire life, Katsuki is disappointed to not see Deku.
Katsuki expects the image of the hideous spikes decorating that beautiful face, in addition to the surprised expression clouding it, before he can even lift his eyes to actually look at them.
Kirishima just gapes at him like a goddamn goldfish. Though, Katsuki can't say he's in a much better shape. He checks the door, maybe he got the wrong apartment? Maybe somehow fate itself graced him with the accidental encounter with this pretty stupid mountain of a man twice in the same day? But no, this is without a doubt Deku's apartment. It has the dorky All Might themed sign on the door and everything.
Katsuki isn't sure what in the ever-loving fuck is happening to make him go through this extremely awkward coincidence, but ever so prideful, he decides to pretend he knows what's going on and play it cool. Brushing off his bafflement as impatience, Katsuki clicks his tongue in dissatisfaction.
"Shitty Hair," he says in greeting.
Kirishima mouths the words right back at him, repeating them to himself in disbelief as he absentmindedly touches his so-called 'hair'.
"I know it was brief," Kirishima answers, sounding perplexed, "but can't you at least remember my name?"
Katsuki snorts. He is about to refute the offensive accusations to his impeccable memory, but Kirishima beats him to it. "How did you even find my address anyways?"
Wait.
"YOUR address?!" Katsuki raises his voice, angry and confused and just unbelievably done with this whole misunderstanding. All he wants is to put it behind him and yell at Deku a little into giving him his notes.
"Uh... yeah?" Kirishima mumbles looking to both sides, as if saying 'who else?'
"THEN WHERE'S DEKU?!" Katsuki is now screaming, surely the whole complex is hearing them. Wherever that broccoli looking dick is hiding, he better make an appearance right about five minutes ago.
"Who's Deku?" Kirishima half shouts in determined distress, no doubt starting to lose patience himself.
"That would be me."
Finally the nerd shows his hideous face, popping behind Kirishima.
Has he just been there the whole time, making fun of Katsuki, enjoying the fucking show like a freak?!
"Midoriya! You know this guy?" Kirishima gasps as his eyes jump erratically between the other two students standing at either side of the doorway. Katsuki wants to scream that that's his line. But he can't. He is too upset to open his mouth. He is so enraged he can't even speak. This whole situation is so totally and completely ridiculous, it has reached peak stupidity. In the 20 years Katsuki has been alive, he has never been in a situation this idiotic. He is stunned right into speechless fury.
"Uh, yeah... Kacchan and I go way back..." the nerd manages to sneak a peek at Katsuki's fuming expression for about half a second before he averts his eyes and rubs the back of his neck.
"Kacch- '' Kirishima begins to question, but is interrupted by Katsuki finally breaking out of his seething silence.
"DEKU," Katsuki practically growls. "What is he doing here?!" he throws his arm aggressively to motion at Kirishima.
He is going to get answers, and then murder both of those idiots who thought they could pull this stupid prank. Revenge is due tonight, and Katsuki is done accepting excuses.
"Kirishima is my new roommate," Deku chuckles sheepishly. "What are you doing here?" He tilts his head at Katsuki like a confused puppy.
Roommate? Oh. Oh my god. They were roommates. Of Course they were roommates.
So... this was really just a twisted joke of fate, huh? Jeez. He got all murderous for nothing. Suddenly Katsuki feels extremely embarrassed. Naturally, he isn't going to let it show, or god forbid - apologize. He is just going to continue with this conversation as if nothing had happened.
Wait he was asked a question. Oh. Right. The notes. He almost forgot. "I'm... here for biochem notes," Katsuki grumbles quietly. It's the closest to an apology either of the two dumbasses are going to get.
"Oh! Yeah, of course! Let me go get them and then we can go over them together! I actually had a question to ask you ab-"
"Just shut up and bring your damn notebooks."
"Okay, okay!" Deku calls from his way to retrieve the study material. And just like that the little shit scatters, leaving him with Kirishima at the doorway.
"Wanna come in?" Kirishima smiles his big toothy grin.
Katsuki simply pushes his way inside with a grunt. Not because his mouth suddenly got completely dry. Just because he didn't have much to say.
And so, the two of them are standing awkwardly in Deku's living room, waiting for the nerd of honor to come back. What is Kirishima even still doing standing there like that? Katsuki supposes it's his apartment too, but he doesn't have to keep him company. He should go to his room or back to whatever dumb shit he was doing before this. Katsuki opens his mouth to say just that, but once again, Kirishima is quicker to speak.
"So... Kacchan?" He seems amused. Raising an eyebrow with a smirk, an expression that has no right to be this attractive.
"Do not ever call me that," Katsuki retorts.
"Isn't that your name?"
"No. It's a stupid childhood nickname this nerd won't stop calling me." Katsuki waves in the direction of Deku's room.
"Oh, you mean 'Deku?'" Shitty hair says mockingly. Katsuki would not stand this kind of treatment.
"I don't need sass from some idiot who flirts with every single guy he runs into. Literally."
"Wait, you thought I was flirting with you?" Kirishima dares to look surprised.
"Obviously," Katsuki snorts. He has lost count of how many times he has rolled his eyes today.
"Nah, man. I was just being nice." Kirishima shakes his head apologetically. Katsuki scoffs. Yeah, he can tell that to himself all he wants. He got rejected so of course he wasn't even flirting.
"Believe me, if I was flirting with you, you would know," Kirishima adds with a determined glint to his deep red eyes. A glint that definitely does not make Katsuki full body shiver.
"Oh yeah? How would I know?" Katsuki folds his arms in an answering challenge.
And then Kirishima uses that expression again; the smirk that Katsuki should really not be this attracted to. The slight tilt to his brow goes right to the bottom of Katsuki's stomach, like he's riding a roller coaster. It's an expression that says 'come and get it'. And boy, does Katsuki want to come and get it.
"Are you asking for a demonstration?" Kirishima asks with a teasing lilt to his tone.
"Am I interrupting something?" An incredulous question is coming from the outskirts of the living room. That squeaky voice mercilessly cuts the thick tension in the air. Of course Deku chooses that exact moment to come back. Goddamn him. In his entire life, Katsuki has never been more disappointed to see Deku. And that's saying something...
Kirishima chuckles in embarrassment. "No, no! I was actually uh- just leaving for my uhm… thing. Yeah," he stutters clumsily.
Katsuki just stares at him, trying to seem impassive. It's not like he cares that their conversation was interrupted. Okay maybe he does care a little, but he shouldn't. He should be focusing on getting the notes from Deku. Kirishima is just a distraction, so it's good that he's getting out of the way.
As Kirishima turns to leave, both Katsuki and Deku are still standing there on opposite sides of the living room quietly, until the sound of the front door locking behind the redhead echoes through the walls.
"What was that all about?" Deku finally chances a question, mouth quirking in inquiry.
"About how you can't keep your nose outta my business, crapbag," Katsuki hisses. It doesn't matter. Deku should let it go. But as Katsuki should have known, the nerd can't let go of other people's business to save his own life (sometimes quite literally).
"Oh, c'mon Kacchan! If you don't tell me I'll just ask him later," he tries to threaten, as if that should matter to Katsuki. Katsuki hufs in response, showing just how amused he is with the intimidation attempt. "Go ahead. Ask him. I don't give a shit. Now shut up, and give me the notes."
Deku relents then. In regards to his inquisition, not giving Katsuki the notes without going over them. At least he stopped asking about Kirishima, distracted by the matter at hand, starting to ramble about whatever question he had for Katsuki earlier, which is the lesser of two evils.
Not a minute later and Deku is already laying the notebooks and papers on the coffee table, taking a seat on the used looking couch. Seems like if Katsuki wants to get a copy of those, he's going to have to work for it.
With a sigh Katsuki sits down on the other side of the couch, far enough to keep a safe distance between them, but not too far so he can still read the notes over Deku's shoulder. Maybe once he memorizes enough of it he can just skedaddle out of there.
After about an hour of Katsuki just grumbling while trying to get a glimpse for himself of the ready made summaries (which Deku makes sure are hidden to him, the bastard), he just gives in and starts going over the lesson.
Another hour or so later, and they both jump to the sound of the door unlocking once again, being too invested in their studies to notice how silent it had gotten.
Somehow, even though it should have been obvious to Katsuki, he still manages to be surprised at Shitty Hair having friends with even shittier hair. As in - the only ones who Katsuki remembers from his biochem class (and a few other classes as well), and that is only because their neon colored hair sticks out like a sore thumb.
Kirishima strides in with the Pikachu looking Dunce Face and her spoiled highness Princess Pinky herself. Oh and some plain face looking dude. Katsuki is going to call him… Soy Sauce. Because he's plain. There's literally no other features to remember that guy by. Seriously, it's quite remarkable how unremarkable that dude is. Katsuki scans him again and… no. Maybe his elbows are a little bigger than average, but Katsuki doubts he'd remember that.
"Hey look, Blasty's here!" Pinky elbows Dunce Face's ribs to get his attention, as she points at Katsuki with her other perfectly manicured hand.
Dunce Face blinks at him a few times, until the penny drops, because of course that empty headed dumbass takes his sweet time to notice what is right in front of his face. Katsuki rolls his eyes. If he keeps this up his eyeballs are going to cramp.
"Oh, yeah!" Pikachu holds his chin in a dramatically intrigued pose. Katsuki can't help the audible growl bordering sigh that escapes his throat. Kirishima, on the other hand, looks slightly bewildered.
"Do all my friends know you?!" he gawks at Katsuki's exasperated groan.
"I don't know, did you befriend every single idiot on campus?!" Katsuki snarks.
The three stooges laugh, as if Katsuki didn't just insult them. Yup, those bunch are all from the same stupid breed, it seems.
"Oh man, you were right, that guy is priceless!" the doubled over Soy Sauce heaves through his hysterics.
"Huh?!" Katsuki roars, feeling his fists clenching in preparation for a punch.
Deku in the meantime looks inquisitive. Katsuki can hear his hushed mumbling as his eyes quickly jump between Kirishima and him. This creep is analyzing the situation as if they were some zoo animals performing a mating ritual, rather than normal people having a goddamn normal conversation. This is not worth the biochem notes. Katsuki prefers failing the class over spending one more second in this custom-tailored hell.
Actually he doesn't, failing isn't in his vocabulary, but Deku is preoccupied and that's his chance to grab the notes and get the fuck out of here. If the nerd has any complaints about this later - he can go bite Icy Hot's ugly ass. Besides, Katsuki's done his part - answering enough of his questions. He earned this bread.
"I'm out," Katsuki punctuates with a slap of closing Deku's study book.
With the notes in his hands he beelines for the door.
Katsuki exits the apartment and walks away as fast as he can without racing down the hallway, but before he can get to the stairs there's a hand wrapped around his wrist. He turns around to scream at Deku in defense of stealing the notes, only to see Kirishima is the one who chased him down.
"Wait!"
"What do you want?"
They both say in unison.
Katsuki clicks his tongue, impatient, as Kirishima chuckles awkwardly.
"Well…?" Katsuki prompts, brow raised, eyes glued to Kirishima's hand still holding him.
"Can I have your number?" Kirishima blurts suddenly.
Katsuki narrows his eyes.
"And why, exactly, should I give it to you?"
"Because I didn't get a chance to demonstrate my grade A flirting." Kirishima grins earnestly.
Katsuki examines him. There doesn't seem to be a single ounce of dishonesty in that gorgeous face. He is completely sincere in his advances.
Katsuki considers his options. He could just tell him to fuck off, and then hopefully never see him again, but that's not very likely since he's Deku's roommate, and then it'll be really awkward when they do end up inevitably running into each other.
Or... he could just give in and let the guy have his number? Kirishima would probably text him some bad lines which Katsuki can then shut down… and then hope to never see him again, which isn't likely, he's Deku's roommate, blah blah awkward.
Or… maybe he could actually flirt back? The very few experiences Katsuki has had in the field were quite disappointing. They never made him feel the same way he did when he was bantering with Kirishima. Never met someone who didn't take his "attitude" to heart, but also rose to the challenge. It was exhilarating.
Then again… there's a reason Katsuki doesn't go on dates often, beyond his "garbage of a personality" as Half n' Half puts it. He isn't exactly interested in a serious relationship. He doesn't have time for that shit.
But maybe something less serious… Katsuki thinks back to the feeling of tight muscles of Kirishima's chest when he felt them against his forehead this morning, as he gazes upon the thick biceps constricted by the sleeves of his shirt, the V-neck showing a little of his collarbone. Okay, maybe it's not that bad of an idea after all.
Katsuki lays his palm open between them. Kirishima blinks at it in confusion. "Your phone, dumbass."
The dumbass in question flounders to put his phone in the offering hand with a small 'oh!'. Katsuki quickly types his number and gives the phone back. His fingers burn as they lightly brush the other's in the exchange.
"Can I save you as 'Babe'?" Kirishima asks hopefully. Katsuki gives him a disdainful glare. "You're going to have to work a lot harder than that."
And with that he turns to leave.
"I'll do my best!" He hears Kirishima call behind him as he goes down the stairs and out the building. The redhead's voice echoes in his ears, and his fingers still burn in the pocket of his jacket all the way back to his apartment.
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» ONE (1) NEW MESSAGES FROM UNKNOWN-NUMBER «
[7:34PM] Unknown Number: hey angel 😘
[7:39PM] You: Two hours.
[7:39PM] You: I'm impressed you held up this long.
[7:39PM] Shitty Hair: really???
[7:40PM] You: No. Way to seem too eager.
[7:40PM] Shitty Hair: :(
[7:43PM] You: That's it? That's all the flirting you were going on about?
[7:43PM] Shitty Hair: no
[7:47PM] You: Well…?
[7:48PM] Shitty Hair: did it hurt?
[7:48PM] You: …
[7:48PM] You: Are you shitting me?
[7:48PM] You: What, when I fell from heaven?
[7:49PM] Shitty Hair: no…
[7:49PM] You: From the vending machine…?
[7:49PM] Shitty Hair: no!
[7:49PM] Shitty Hair: when I hit on you
[7:52PM] You: That's more like C-
[7:52PM] Shitty Hair: cmon it took me forever to think about that one
[7:52PM] You: What, two hours?
[7:54PM] Shitty Hair: yes!!!
[7:55PM] You: Okay, then D-
[7:56PM] Shitty Hair: what???
[7:56PM] Shitty Hair: that's so unfair!
[7:57PM] You: Deal with it.
[8:01PM] Shitty Hair: it's not like your game is much better ykno…
[8:02PM] You: Yeah, well I wasn't flirting.
[8:02PM] Shitty Hair: YOU WEREN'T???
[8:05PM] You: No, I was just being nice.
[8:05PM] Shitty Hair: I REALLY WAS JUST BEING NICE!!!
[8:10PM] You: In what world does touching a stranger's bicep and offering to buy them a drink is just "being nice"?
[8:11PM] Shitty Hair: the same world making fun of someone's flirting is being nice smh
[8:12PM] You: …
[8:12PM] You: Point taken.
[8:13PM] Shitty Hair: :D
[8:19PM] You: Your flirting still sucks.
[8:24PM] Shitty Hair: D:
[8:26PM] You: Your cute emoticons won't help you raise your grade.
[8:28PM] Shitty Hair: will making true to my promise to buy you a drink help?
[8:28PM] You: Negotiable.
[8:29PM] Shitty Hair: over coffee…?
[8:33PM] You: Try scotch neat.
[8:35PM] Shitty Hair: it's a date then ;)
[8:38PM] You: Fine.
[8:54PM] Shitty Hair: I know this is… a little last moment but…
[8:54PM] Shitty Hair: how's tonight?
[8:54PM] Shitty Hair: I'm going to a friend's show
[8:57PM] You: Oh god. Is it one of the morons I met today?
[8:57PM] Shitty Hair: oh yeah! it's Kaminari's band
[8:58PM] You: I have no idea who that is.
[8:58PM] You: Wait, is that the Pikachu looking asshole???
[8:58PM] You: If so, I'm not going.
[8:59PM] You: Actually I'm not gonna come anyways.
[9:00PM] You: You're gonna have to buy me a lot more drinks before I meet your idiotic entourage.
[9:03PM] Shitty Hair: I gotta tell ya
[9:03PM] Shitty Hair: you have a much bigger vocabulary than I thought you would...
[9:03PM] You: What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!
[9:06PM] Shitty Hair: there it is!
[9:07PM] Shitty Hair: anyways gtg
[9:07PM] Shitty Hair: ttyl bout a date plan 😘
[9:18PM] You: Fine.
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Katsuki is rudely awoken by the buzzing of his phone.
The room is completely dark, except for the blinding blue light coming from the screen. It can't be morning time yet.
Whoever is calling him better have a very good fucking reason.
Katsuki scrambles for the device, hand bumping into the various contents on top of the bedside table. He squints at the numbers of the digital clock shining offensively at his sleep muddled eyes. It's almost three in the morning.
With the phone in his hands he frowns at the name on his screen, mutes the call and tosses back in an attempt to fall asleep again.
However, his anxiety decides against it. What if he left the door bolted? What if he forgot to lock the door altogether and someone robbed them? What if he left the rice cooker on and now the whole apartment is on fire?
It’s probably none of the above that prompted this call, but he should probably check just in case, right? Katsuki groans and turns back to look at his phone lying inconspicuously quiet on his nightstand. And then as if summoned just by looking at it the phone starts buzzing loudly again. Katsuki groans louder and picks up the phone.
“This better be a goddamn emergency,” Katsuki grumbles against the screen.
“Katsuki?” Todoroki sounds all kinds of muffled.
“Who else?!” Katsuki huffs impatiently.
There’s a sharp breath intake on the other line that sounds suspiciously like a sob. Katsuki is suddenly a lot more awake. He sits up in his bed ready to take action. Is this a real emergency? Thank fuck Katsuki decided to answer the phone.
“Finally you answered,” Todoroki’s voice quivers, “I really thought I was gonna die here,” he says and then hiccups.
Alright, never mind, the bastard is just drunk out of his ass. Katsuki flops back down into his bed and curses himself for having high hopes for his roommate.
“Then perish,” Katsuki spits and turns to hang up, but before he can click that big red button he hears Todoroki’s dramatic whine.
“No! Nonono please don’t hang up on-” he hiccups again “-me!”
By some sort of miracle Katsuki doesn’t hang up. Not that Katsuki believes in miracles. Everything he ever achieved was hard won with sweat, sweat and even more sweat. But that’s just it - Katsuki knows that Todoroki is the same way. For him to beg like this… he must really need help.
“What the fuck do you want?” he blurts before he has the chance to second guess himself.
There’s a shaky sigh of relief. Todoroki really sounds like he’s crying. Gross.
“I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere. Please come pick me up,” Half n’ Half manages to get out. If he’s this articulate, maybe he’s not that drunk, which means he should be able to get over himself and find a way to get home. Or not, he can rot as far as Katsuki cares.
“No,” Katsuki is about to hang up again, but Todoroki somehow senses that and wails: “Wait! I’ll owe you!”
That makes Katsuki pause. He likes the sound of that. To show his interest he indulges in the kindness of not hanging up in Todoroki’s face. Luckily, the boy knows him long enough to understand the meaning behind such an act of benevolence.
“Anything you want,” Todoroki continues, “house chores, favors. Anything.”
Interesting. Katsuki likes having this type of power over people. Especially his stubborn roommate who otherwise would never admit he needs help. Not sober, that is. However… “you’re fucking hammered, Halfie. You’re not gonna remember-” Katsuki starts, but Icy-Hot interrupts him: “I can write an IOU.”
An IOU. Todoroki can’t ignore that the next day. Katsuki can totally abuse it to no end. Maybe he can even have the apartment a normal temperature for once. He feels a maniacal grin taking over his face.
“You’re going to regret this, Two-Face.”
~
Katsuki hates his car. It's an old piece of shit that belongs in a museum rather than on the streets. But he can't really afford a new one anytime soon without asking his parents for help, which is something Katsuki would rather eat the car than do. Also, it's not like he really has to use it all that often anymore. The campus is only a few bus stops away and it takes longer to find parking than wait for a bus.
In the rare cases when he does have to use it, though, like the occasional large grocery shopping trip, or if he needs to pick something up from somewhere, Katsuki curses this metal crap the whole time. Tonight is no different.
"Motherfucking useless shit ass garbage machine," Katsuki grumbles as he gets in the damn thing and slams the door way too hard. Maybe if he'll actually break it then the stupid mechanics will finally bother to try and fix it. Last time Katsuki went they said there was nothing wrong with it, it's just old. Assholes charged him for checking it too.
As normal, when trying to ignite the engine, the car makes some pathetic wheezing noises like an old man trying to get off his comfy chair.
Aaand it won't turn on. But of course, today's been shit so far, why should Katsuki have anything going smoothly for him.
One more time Katsuki tries to turn the key in the ignition and prays inwardly for it to work while the stupid engine rumbles loudly.
Still it won't budge. Katsuki sighs and already imagines having to call Icy-Hot to explain that his dumb old car won't work.
Katsuki attempts to get the engine started one last time before calling it quits. And lo and behold - just when Katsuki is about to accept his fate, the stars seem to align just to defy his expectations as if out of spite. The car comes to life with a groan.
Well, third time's a charm.
By the time he's finally ready to start driving, Todoroki has already sent his location. Katsuki inputs it into the navigation system and puts the car in reverse to get out of the parking lot.
Katsuki's brain just kind of goes into autopilot mode as he navigates the city's narrow streets. At least in the dead of night they're rather empty, especially on a weekday
Soon enough, he finds himself pulling in front of a night club, spotting the distinct stupid looking half red and half white hair on the fucking ground. The idiot is lying on the goddamn sidewalk.
"What in the everloving fuck are you doing, Halfie?!" Katsuki shouts as he exits the car and walks towards the body of his roommate.
"I'm contemplating my entire existence and every single decision that led me to this very moment." Somehow, despite how eloquent he is, Todoroki still sounds absolutely wasted as he speaks against the floor.
"C'mon asshole, it's time to go home and then spend the rest of your miserable life paying me back for picking you up today." Katsuki motions for him to join and almost turns to leave when he hears Todoroki answer: "No."
"What do you mean ‘no’?! You're the one who called me to come get you!" Katsuki bristles.
"What's the point?” Todoroki murmurs in return, still not even turning to look Katsuki in the eyes, “I have nothing left in this world."
Damn, that’s depressing. What the hell happened to him to get him this pathetic?
"What the fuck, Icy Hot, get over yourself and come cry about it in your own bed," Katsuki tries to convince him again. He steps closer and nudges Todoroki’s side with his foot a little.
"Why should I?” Todoroki sniffs and finally turns his head. His eyes are bloodshot red and his voice is shaky, as he starts weeping again. “Like you said - all I've got left is spending the rest of my miserable life paying you back."
"Fuck.” That’s fucking depressing. Why is he even telling Katuki any of this? What the hell is he supposed to do?! He’s not the guy you come to cry on his shoulder. Crying is Deku’s specialty. “What about the broccoli head, huh? Last time I checked you dedicated yourself to being glued to his side. Why couldn't you call him to come get you? Or one of the other nerds?"
Not that Katsuki cares or anything, he’s just trying to get this moron to calm the fuck down enough so they can both go home and sleep.
"They were here,” Todoroki replies, “Iida was supposed to be our designated driver, but he had a family emergency and had to leave early. Then Izuku and Uraraka went back to her place since it's a walking distance from here."
The last part of the sentence is a bitter tone that is almost mockingly quoting. Smells like drama. Yikes. Also it’s another reason to kill Round Face later, now that Katsuki remembers the screaming cowboy incident. She keeps digging her own grave, huh?
"Damm and they just abandoned you here all by yourself? That doesn't sound much like Deku." Katsuki isn’t interested in this story. He’s not. He’s just… talking to his roommate so they can go… yeah.
"Yeah, he didn't want to at first. He wanted me to come with them, but like hell I'll sit there watching the love of my life and his girlfriend trying to keep their hands to themselves in front of me, so I convinced him that I'll be fine and I told him I got a cab. I was really going to get one but there were none. So I just sat here and cried until I called you."
That was… a lot more information than Katsuki asked for. "TMI, Candy Cane. I know you're drunk but can't you have at least some dignity. Damn." Katsuki scoffs.
"No,” Todoroki says again, “just leave me here. You can go home. I’ll give you the IOU regardless.”
That sounds like charity. More than anything, Katsuki hates getting things handed to him without working for them. If he’s already here, he’s gonna do what he was asked to come here for.
"Yeah, not happening. Come on."
Katsuki shoves Todoroki’s side with his foot again, but with a little more force this time.
"No,” Todoroki exclaims stubbornly. He sounds like an overgrown toddler.
Fine then. If words won’t work, then Katsuki will use force. He’s best at that anyways. He grabs Todoroki’s arm but the bastard maneuvers out of his grip. Oh is that how he wants to play it? That's just fine by Katsuki. He has mixed martial arts training (and so does Katy Perry over there, but Katsuki can still kick his ass even when they're both sober).
They start wrestling like children right there on the sidewalk in front of a random club in the middle of the night. Half n' Half is usually a decent challenge when he actually bothers to put up a fight, but in his inebriated state he's no match whatsoever and Katsuki has him in a headlock shortly.
Suddenly a door opens and for the third time that day Katsuki's eyes are abused by the sight of pointy red spikes.
Well, third time's a charm.
Katsuki doesn't even realize he lost his hold on Todoroki, but the other doesn't seem to pay much attention to their fight either as they both look on to the two figures who step out of the same club Todoroki was lying in front of.
"But Serooo I don' wanna go hoooome," Kirishima whimpers. He's being basically carried along by his plain faced friend, Sero apparently. Shit what did Katsuki name him again? Elbows? Whatever.
"Well, they're gonna close here soon, and all of our friends are gone, and I'm tired so you really should-" Elbows is interrupted in the middle of his lecture, as Eijiro shrieks. Katsuki has been noticed.
"Bak’gou! whatchu doin here?!" Kirishima slurs his words and attempts to leave Elbows' side to run over to Katsuki, but trips over his own feet. It's instinct and nothing else that makes Katsuki catch him by the shoulders.
Dammit now he has two drunk idiots to deal with.
Before Katsuki can prepare himself he has an armful of red hair and its owner clinging to him like his life depends on it.
"What the fuck?!" Katsuki certainly doesn't yelp.
Sero is catching up to Kirishima, jogging at a normal human speed, as opposed to his friend, who has just flung himself onto Katsuki like a fucking jet.
"Sorry about him. He gets really clingy when he's drunk." Sero rubs the back of his neck apologetically.
"No kidding." Katsuki replies in a flat tone.
Meanwhile on the floor another whine erupts from the sad mop of white and red. "Even Bakugou is going to get married before me…" Todoroki sniffles.
"Married?!" Bakugou hisses at the same time as Kirishima whisper-shouts "Hell yeah!"
Alright, this is enough.
"Get off me, you overgrown labrador," Katsuki tries to shake Kirishima off unsuccessfully.
"Yeah, Kiri, come on. It's time to go home." Sero attempts to help separate Kirishima from Katsuki but even the two of them are helpless against the redhead's stubborn grip.
After a few moments they pause, breathing heavily and trying to regain their strength.
Katsuki spares Todoroki a glance. He looks up from his position on the floor. The asshole seems amused. At least he's calmed down and is finally facing up. It'll be easier for Katsuki to intimidate him into coming home when he has eye contact.
"What the shit are we supposed to do now?" Katsuki looks at Sero who seems really tired all of a sudden. Not that he looked the picture of vigor before this pseudo wrestling match, but now his expression conveys utter desperate exhaustion as he shrugs.
Katsuki tries to come up with a plan. This whole thing with Kirishima seems to distract Todoroki from his bleak existence, probably making him more willing to cooperate. Also with another member on team "sober enough to take care of drunk toddlers" - if Todoroki plays dead again, at least there would be someone to help Katsuki carry him.
Deku's place isn't too far from Katsuki's. He could probably drop Kirishima and Sero off there and then head back to his own place. Yes, that seems like the fastest way for Katsuki to get back to bed.
"Oi, Shitty Hair," Katsuki nudges the massive man that has taken to wrap himself around him like a damn koala. The koala in question merely blinks up at Katsuki innocently with his long black lashes. "If I take you home, will you fucking let me go so I can drive?"
Kirishima's eyes lighten up at the suggestion, and then suddenly darken suggestively. "Hoped you'd buy me dinner b'fore takin' me to bed," he slurs in a low pitch that is way more seductive than it has the right to be, considering it was fucking slurred damnit.
Katsuki is too busy being flustered to reprimand him for that or to yell at the crowd of two assholes laughing at the show. Instead he just scoffs, face still hot. "Whatever. Just get in the damn car."
Kirishima doesn't seem to need any further incentive, and rushes to the passenger seat of Katsuki's car.
One drunk idiot down, one more to go.
Katsuki looks down at Icy Hot who's sitting with his legs crossed on the pavement and has regained most of his gloomy aura. At the exact moment he is about to let his body fall back down, Katsuki leaps forward and catches him by the shoulder.
"Oh no you don't." Katsuki growls, and then motions with his head to Sero, "Hey asshole, help me carry him. Don't think he's sober enough to walk."
Sero nods and grabs Todoroki's other shoulder.
Together they manage to get the second drunk idiot in the car. Half n' half immediately glues his face to the car window, his heavy breathing steaming the glass. He's back to crying and mumbling to himself about his broken heart or whatever. Katsuki doesn't really care, as long as he's in the car. Sero looks a bit worried, (even though he doesn't really know Todoroki as far as Katsuki's aware) but he doesn't say anything.
"Alright dickwads. First stop: Deku's and apparently now also Shitty Hair's place." Katsuki says as he turns the engine on, luckily without issue this time.
"Will ya stop callin' me Shitty Hair? My hair ain't that shitty." Kirishima pouts.
"No. Also I'm doing you a favor here. All of you." Katsuki rants as he starts driving, "I'm the only sensible person in this car who hasn't gone out drinking himself shitfaced on a goddamn school night like an imbecile. That includes you too asshat." Katsuki directs the last part at Sero, glaring at him through the rearview mirror.
"What'd I do?" Plain Face (was that the name Katsuki decided on?) asks defensively.
"Nothing. That's exactly the problem. Your mere existence is a pain in my ass." Katsuki grunts, "and by that I mean I'm leaving you with Shitty Hair here. I don't give two shits about how far is the craphole you call your home."
"Fine by me. I'll just crash on Kiri's couch." Sero shrugs.
He's a pretty easy going dude, Katsuki notes. Hasn't really complained about Katsuki's language like most people, and didn't even seem to take any sort of offense by it. Good to know there's one more person who passes to the bare minimum standards of the entrance to Katsuki's list of people he tolerates being around.
They stop at a traffic light. Katsuki almost turns right to go home, brain on autopilot. At the last moment he manages to get into the left lane, with his car in an awkward diagonal position on the road. Katsuki grunts irritably. It's fine, there's no other car in sight at this hour, but he still hates when motherfuckers do this shit. "Make up your damn mind," he always says to them. Now he's the motherfucker. What's fucking new.
"I don't feel so good," Todoroki mumbles a little louder than before. He is running his hands around the door of the car frantically, probably looking for the switch to open the window. Katsuki will grant him this one extra favor since he's already feeling so generous tonight, and decides to open the window for him.
Right as the window opens Todoroki shoves out his half and half head and vomits all over the road and also the side of Katsuki's car.
"For the love of fuck!" Katsuki shouts. That's what generosity gets you. You open one window and get puke all over your car like a sucker. "You're paying for that." Katsuki adds bitterly, but Icy Hot is a bit too busy to notice. Whatever. Katsuki will tell him again later. It's not like Todoroki is lacking in cash, so it probably won't be a problem. He's always trying to cover expenses anyways like an asshole as if Katsuki can't take care of himself or something.
All the while Kirishima is snoozing peacefully next to him. Lucky bastard.
"I guess we're changing course. Don't wanna get puke all over my car more than there already is." Katsuki announces to no one's protests, and changes lanes again back to the right lane instead of the left one. He even has to drive in reverse for a bit. What an embarrassment. At least almost no one is here to witness this shitshow, and the few that are (namely - the occupants of the car) aren't sober enough to pay any mind.
Miraculously Todoroki manages to hold on until Katsuki brings the car to a stop right on the curb in front of their apartment building. He doesn't survive a second longer, though, and continues to empty the contents of his stomach right out the door of the car. At least it's not on the car this time, or god forbid - in the car.
For some reason, Sero gets out as well and rushes to Halfie's side.
"The fuck're you doing, Soy Sauce?" Katsuki questions. That's right - it was Soy Sauce! His hair also kinda looks like he's got soy sauce spilled on his head. Katsuki mentally gives himself a pat on the shoulder for coming up with such an excellent name for this dumbass.
Soy Sauce doesn't comment on the nickname other than a raised eyebrow, as he turns his head to Katsuki for a second before turning right back to Todoroki who is hacking another wave of stomach acid.
"I'll take care of him," Sero answers offhandedly and rubs the other's back. It reminds Katsuki of when he was young and sick and his father stayed home with him. "Mine and Kaminari's place isn't far from here, I can walk. You go get Kiri home."
Katsuki scoffs. "Whatever floats your damn boat." And to his idiot roommate, he shouts "You still owe me, though."
He doesn't get an answer, but honestly? Katsuki doesn't care all that much. Not that he doesn't want Todoroki to pay up, but the real reason he did it was to make sure he got home safe. Not because he cares about him or anything, he just needs that rich daddy's boy to pay his half of the rent. Yup, that's all there is to it.
Karsuki gets back in the car and starts driving. The sooner he gets this over with the better. He just wants to get back to bed damnit. Is that too much to ask?
Apparently - yes.
The drive to Deku's and Kirishima's place is thankfully uneventful as Kirishima continues to doze against the headrest of the car seat. But this is just the calm before the storm, Katsuki knows.
He parks the car, opens the passenger's door and stares at a sleeping Kirishima.
What now?
"Alright fucker, time to go. Get up." Katsuki tries, but of course - the idiot doesn't rouse, so he puts a hand on Kirishima's shoulder and starts shaking him. "Oi, Shitty Hair. Wake up."
Only then Kirishima semi opens one eye, and then has the audacity to mutter something that sounds an awful lot like "five more minutes". If that isn't enough he then nuzzles Katsuki's hand. Like actually with his cheek against the back of Katsuki's palm.
What the fuck.
That's when Katsuki finally loses every last ounce of his patience and shakes Kirishima harder. "Don't 'five more minutes' me! You're not late for grade school and I'm not your mom!" he yells.
Finally Kirishima does him the honor of fully opening both of his gorgeous eyes. He looks up at Katsuki, who feels like his short lived anger was snuffed out like a candle in the wind, and says "which one?"
It takes him a second to register the question and understand what Kirishima's referring to.
"You've got more than one?!" Katsuki hisses incredulously.
"I've got three, actually." Kirishima yawns and tries to get up, only to fall back into the seat.
Katsuki takes a step backwards to give Kirishima space to get up. "What do you mean three?"
"I've got three moms." Kirishima explains, like it's the simplest thing in the world. He makes another attempt to stand, and almost falls right on his face. On instinct (and for no other reason) Katsuki catches him.
This kind of feels like deja vu.
"You've got three moms and none of them taught you how to drink properly?" Katsuki scoffs as he wraps an arm under Kirishima's shoulder to help him walk.
"They sure did," a fond sleepy smile spreads on the redhead's face.
Katsuki rolls his eyes at that. They don't know each other well enough for him to ask any follow up questions, but he can't deny being curious.
As far as Katsuki knows most people have two parents and usually those two consist of a mom and a dad. He knows that sometimes people have two moms or two dads, but he has never heard of anyone who has three moms. How does that even work? How did growing up like that shape Kirishima into the person that he is today?
It's interesting. Kirishima is interesting. Katsuki can't figure that guy out. One second he's flirty and seductive, the next he's energetic and clingy and then he's like now - soft and sincere. Katsuki doesn't even know him for 24 hours and he's already defied his expectations more times than he can count on one hand.
As they walk to Kirishima and Deku's place from the car, Kirishima holds on to Katsuki's waist and Katsuki holds on to Kirishima's shoulder.
He's just helping the guy up to his apartment. It's the decent thing to do. He can't just leave him out here when he can barely walk. He'd do that for anyone… right? Yeah, even Katsuki isn't buying that bullshit. Kirishima's arm encircles his middle, his warm hand holding onto his other side in a grip that is way too gentle to actually be supporting him as they walk. With each step closer the hand moves on him, almost caressing him through his shirt. From the corner of his eye, Katsuki looks at Kirishima, who makes the most obvious attempt of hiding his grin. His addled brain must think he's so sly for feeling Katsuki up in the guise of leaning on him. However, Katsuki doesn't mind that much. Okay, that's a lie. Katsuki certainly minds, he quite enjoys it if the way his stomach flips in reaction to every move of Kirishima's hand is anything to go by.
When they reach the stairs Kirishima finally lets go of Katsuki's side, but only to cling to Katsuki's arm again, resting his head on Katsuki's shoulder. This does not make climbing the stairs any easier, yet Katsuki doesn't say anything nor does he push him off.
Kirishima keeps readjusting, hanging on Katsuki in different ways to touch different parts of his body. His shoulders, his arms, his hands, his hair. By the time they reach the front door the two of them are breathing heavily. Katsuki tries, and fails, to pretend it's from climbing up the stairs, as he stands in front of that door with Deku's ugly sign for the second time that day.
Kirishima doesn't move to unlock the door, at this point he is basically hugging Katsuki's side, one hand on his collarbone and the other on the dip of his back. For a breath neither of them say anything. Katsuki knows he should pull away from Kirishima, or say something like 'here you fucking are, home sweet home', but he can't bring himself to. He can still feel Kirishima's hands all over his body and he wants more.
It's wrong. He can't take advantage of Kirishima's drunken state, so he reluctantly peels himself out of Kirishima's grip. As he turns around and sees the redhead's face way too close to his own, Katsuki freezes.
The expression on Kirishima's face can only be described as hungry. Katsuki feels like he intends to eat him whole, and all he wants to do about that is to splay himself on a silver platter and put some garnish on his own ass while he waits to be fucking devoured.
But no, he can't let Kirishima do that. He's drunk, and for all Katsuki knows he might regret this in the morning while Katsuki would be no doubt satisfied. He can't have that. If he's going to be with someone it has to be mutual. Katsuki likes when they're enthusiastic, he likes to be worshiped in bed. While Kirishima may seem at the moment like he's ready to appreciate every part of Katsuki's body very thoroughly, Katsuki can't trust that he is in sound judgment in this state.
And so, he awkwardly tries to convey just that, but all he manages is "uh-" which he feels fanning over Kirishima's lips as he is about to lean over.
"Shitty hair-" Katsuki tries again, but it comes out shaky. Katsuki feels unsteady, like he's the one who's drunk, and not the other way around. Kirishima's eyes fixate on his mouth, and Katsuki knows what happens next. If he lets that happen it's all over. He can already see the whole scene plays out, with hungover Kirishima hurt and Katsuki losing the first person he ever- What? The thought stops in its tracks and Katsuki puts a firm hand on Kirishima's shoulder, stopping him a moment before the point of no return.
"I really don't think we should do this." Katsuki grits out bitterly.
The moment is broken and Kirishima steps back, his expression morphing to a ridiculous pout in a matter of milliseconds.
"Why not?" he whines, like a goddamn toddler, rather than the sensual creature he was resembling before.
Katsuki scoffs. "I thought you wanted me to 'buy you dinner first' or some bullshit," he quotes.
Kirishima giggles and leans on Katsuki again.
"Well?" Katsuki asks and gestures to the door.
Kirishima blinks up at him from where he rests his head on Katsuki's shoulder.
"Open the damn door!" Katsuki growls impatiently. This night could not end sooner.
A mischievous smirk spreads on Kirishima's face. "We would need keys to do that."
"Yes, that is how doors work." Katsuki scrunches his face in irritation.
Kirishima dares to giggle again.
"So where are your fucking keys, Shitty Hair?!"
"My back pocket…" Kirishima says between snickers.
Katsuki rolls his eyes and does not blush. "What are you, ten?" he grumbles as he leans back to look at Kirishima's ass.
"No, but if you ask me, you're a ten!" Kirishima declares with a big grin.
Katsuki will give it to him - that was pretty smooth.
He fishes the keys out of the back pocket of Kirishima's jeans and unlocks the door to the apartment.
Finally Kirishima walks in and Katsuki readies himself to turn tails, but before he can Kirishima leans down and tries to take his shoes off without even closing the door behind him.
Katuski has to rush and put a steady hand on Kirishima's bicep before he topples over. Fuck. Seems like he really does have to put Kirishima to bed, huh?
"Woah I almost floor," Kirishima exclaimes eloquently, and starts laughing.
Katsuki huffs through his nose in amusement and pushes Kirishima upright to lean against the wall as he kneels down in front of him to untie his sneakers. Suddenly Katsuki feels a hand pulling his hair. It isn't gentle, but it isn't painful either. Katsuki's breath gets caught in his throat as Kirishima's flirty smirk is directed at him again, towering above him. He suppresses a shiver, and gets back up too quickly. That would explain his dizziness.
Before Kirishima can go back to seducing him some more, Katsuki grabs his wrist and pulls him towards his bedroom.
"Come on, dumbass." Katsuki says, his voice not quivering.
The sight of Kirishima's bedroom hits him like a train. It's just so… him. The flames on the curtains, the camo bed sheets, the big motivational poster, the punching bag and- does that clock have biceps?!
Usually Katsuki finds stuff like this cheesy and childish, but all he feels right now is… endeared. Everything in this room has Kirishima Eijirou written all over it. Katsuki has barely known him for 20 hours, but he can already tell. Kirishima has been so open about his personality, so genuinely enthusiastic about everything. Katsuki feels like he's known him for years, but he yearns to learn more. It's a mystery he feels like he knows the answer to, it's just on the tip of his tongue, yet he's on the edge of his seat to learn the solution.
It's all so different from what Katsuki is used to. He himself keeps any personal information close to his chest. No one (for the most part) knows about his hobbies and interests. All of his figurines and comic books are hidden, whereas Kirishima displays them proudly. Just like Deku. Katsuki wrinkles his nose. But he's not like Deku. Deku hoards them, he won't stop talking about them, he's obsessive and annoying about it. It's like he overcompensates for his insecurities of being too plain. It's like everyone in Katsuki's life is holding onto masks to hide their weaknesses, including Katsuki. But Kirishima isn't. He just acts as himself, no overthinking, no mask to be seen. Kirishima is… he's like a breath of fresh air.
"Bakugou…" said breath is tickling Katsuki's neck now, as Kirishima takes advantage of Katsuki's moment of introspection to get their bodies pressed together again. This time Katsuki doesn't manage to hold back his shiver, which seems to encourage Kirishima further. He pushes Katsuki lightly until his back hits the open bedroom door, and touches his lips to Katsuki's pulse point.
It's too much. "Kirishima-" If he doesn't stop him now, he won't be able to stop himself. "This is a very bad idea."
"No, it's not," Kirishima protests, and punctuates with an excellent argument against Katsuki's neck.
"Yes, it is." Katsuki gently pushes Kirishima away from him and levels him with a resolute stare. "If you really want this tomorrow, then yeah, maybe. We can talk about this or whatever, but right now you should go to bed."
It's the last of his willpower to keep eye contact with Kirishima's captivating gaze.
He seems to deflate at first, as he contemplates Katsuki's words. Then he smiles back at him. Uh-oh.
"'Kay I'll go sleep, but only if you give me a goodnight kiss!" Kirishima exclaimes proudly, as if he just came up with the answer to all the questions of the universe.
Katsuki groans. This can't lead to anything good. But… he looks in Kirishima's eyes and he doesn't find any deceit there, only genuine want. He's not trying to trick Katauki into getting in bed with him. He really is just craving physical affection. And again he's putting himself out there, showing vulnerability in front of Katsuki in a way no one has before.
"Fine," he finds himself sighing. If this gets him to sleep faster then so be it. Katsuki just wants to go home and sleep for the few precious hours he has left before he has to wake up and do this all over again.
Kirishima's eyes almost sparkle in the dark as he leans in only for Katsuki to stop him in his tracks. "But you gotta get into bed first," he smirks victoriously.
Kirishima is all too happy to oblige as he starts to strip right then and there in front of Katsuki, who manages to avert his eyes just in time to miss any more than the smallest glimpse of rock hard abs. He hears the sound of rustling sheets and turns to see Kirishima tucked in bed and looking up at him with sleepy, yet expectant eyes.
Katsuki feels the soft smile that must be displaying on his face. It's the type of smile that no one ever associates with Bakugou Katauki. The sensation is kind of distantly familiar, though. Katsuki can't really place it, especially not when his mind is so full of Kirishima. How can someone be so cute and so hot at the same time?
Before he can change his mind, Katsuki leans down and gives Kirishima a soft kiss on the forehead. Kirishima whines, and Katsuki can see small tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he grasps Katsuki's shirt desperately. "Please" Kirishima whimpers, and that's the last straw.
Katsuki moves his head a few inches down to hover over Kirishima's lips, to give him enough time to come to his senses and push Katsuki away. But he doesn't, and Katsuki connects their lips oh so slowly.
It's soft and chaste, but as Kirishima sighs happily against him, Katsuki can feel his entire body filling with something he has never felt before. It's only a few seconds of their mouths pressed against each other, but it's enough time for Katsuki to feel as if his whole world turned upside down by the time he pulls away and sees Kirishima's eyes stay closed with a relaxed smile on his beautiful face.
Katsuki just stands there, looking at him. Kirishima, true to his words, seems to doze off right away. But Katsuki is glued to his place for who knows how long, as the dawn lights start to filter into the room through half closed blinds, illuminating Kirishima's sleeping face.
Katsuki has kissed people before. He's gone on a few dates, had a couple of hookups. He doesn't have lots of experience in the field, at least not as much as most people his age, but enough to have something to compare it to.
Never in his life has a kiss so chaste (or any kiss at all) made him feel like… like he was flying. Like his hands were burning with the need to touch, to the point it felt like they were going to explode. And it wasn't just a physical attraction thing, it was a need that came downright from his soul. This isn't the casual thing Katsuki thought of when he gave Kirishima his number, which feels like a lifetime ago, but was actually on that very same day.
What Katsuki felt during that kiss, and if he's being honest with himself the whole time leading up to it, isn't what you feel when you want a casual relationship. Yes, so he hasn't been interested in looking for something more serious before, but maybe if it's Kirishima it wouldn't be such a bad idea. Maybe it's time to reconsider this whole 'short term dating' thing. He'll still have to think about it, and see what Kirishima wants first, though.
Well, there's no point in dwelling on it here, watching Kirishima sleep like a creep. With one last glance at the mop of brilliant red hair splayed on camo, Katsuki manages to get himself to walk out.
The way back to his car passes in a blur, and so does the drive home. Before he knows it, he's parked and is getting out of the car. As he walks the path to the front door he sees the sun rise in the same shade of brilliant red, and the soft smile from before returns to his face.
Katsuki pauses his steps and watches as the colors wash over the sky. It's not often these days that he has time to just stop and think, looking at nature doing its thing. With the stress of school, he doesn't get to go hiking as much as he'd like. Oh. That's where he knows that sensation from. It's the same kind of peace he gets when he watches the view after a climb. This is the first time a person has managed to elicit it within him.
Even though Katsuki only knows Kirishima for less than a day, and he was a drunk idiot (and also a sober idiot) for most of that time, Katsuki can't deny that he's been feeling things he has never felt before. Actually he can and will deny it. At least on the outside. But on the inside… he can't quite explain it. They just click in a way that happens so rarely to Katsuki. He can just tell that this relationship, or whatever it is, is here to stay. That very soon this idiot will be his idiot.
The sun is already all the way up in the sky by the time Katsuki walks inside. The house is freezing. Apparently Icy Hot wasn't drunk enough to forget about his weird temperature preferences. Katsuki has about an hour before his alarm clock is set to go off. Just long enough for him to squeeze in a quick nap.
Katsuki lies down. As he closes his eyes, he can still see the leftover auras of the red lights behind his eyelids.
That's one hell of a morning.