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Hitoshi’s boots plodded through the large puddle that had formed outside of their house. The drainage system was shot in this part of town and the city figured it would be easier to ignore the complaints over spending any significant amount of money to fix it. Luckily, it only flooded their basement during the rainy season, and most of the residents on the block couldn't be bothered to know how to recognize foundation rot.
To put it more simply, they lived in the crappy part of town. But it was home to Katsuki and him. It had been for a while now.
The lightning flashed again but the thunder that rolled after was still far away. The storm wouldn’t be in full swing for another hour. It was a big one, but slow-moving. Plenty of time to eat something before settling in.
The summer storms were the only time Katsuki asked Hitoshi to use his voice modulator in the house. He was fine with this, getting the brat to confess what he was wanting during his summertime fits had taken Hitoshi the better part of three years and now that he knew what was happening, it seemed like a simple way to help.
Hitoshi didn’t ask questions, maybe he should. The boy on the voicemail talking to “Kacchan” and gushing a mile a minute about All-Might this and All-Might that had sounded very young. The speech pattern hadn’t been easy to nail down, but the way the tension left his lover's shoulders when he rambled on through the storms was well worth the trouble. And it's not like Katsuki ever asked for anything sexual.
Today Hitoshi had been reading up about the migration patterns of the All-Might butterfly in preparation, and since the storm looked like it would be a bad one, he figured it was the perfect thing to ramble on about.
He held Katsuki through the storm that troubled his heart, and soothed it with a voice that wasn’t his. Katsuki would tell Hitoshi he loved him in the morning, but for the night he was just some childhood friend named Deku.