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Eijirou bounces impatiently in the elevator shaft.
There’s only one thing on his mind.
It’s finally Friday night.
He’s been waiting a few days for this to finally come. Usually, nothing significant happens on Fridays, aside from the occasional hangout with friends as a way to wind down from a strenuous week.
This time though?
He was going as fast as he could to Katsuki’s room to attend their first ever sleepover as a couple. It took weeks of convincing for Katsuki to finally hear him out, but Eijirou won over his boyfriend’s stubbornness with his persistence.
As the elevator dings and unclasps the door, Eijirou quickly makes his way to Katsuki’s room. He arrives, knocking on the door rhythmically. He hears shuffling from behind it, then a low creak from the doorknob being opened.
“Who the fuck is— Oh,” Katsuki’s shoulders are a bit hunched, his jaw tense.
“Hey!” Eijirou’s tooth goofily sticks out as he smiles.
“Get in here,” Katsuki sticks his head out from the doorway, making sure no one is walking the halls.
“Coming right in!” He marches straight into Katsuki’s room, the door quickly locking behind him.
Although Eijirou finds it a bit humorous that Katsuki’s premeditated caution is only making him look more suspicious, there is a reason why.
Their relationship is still a secret.
Despite the challenges that’s come with that, they’ve somehow kept it under the wraps.
That’s why he kept his reasoning for declining a movie night with his other friends vague. Eijirou is known to be pretty open about himself, so him being secretive was unusual to the others. So much so that conspiracies about Eijirou’s true whereabouts sprang up.
The squad speculated that Eijirou was off on some covert mission.
For Katsuki, making their love public is something that he hasn’t tried. At least no one will question if Eijirou praises or gets touchy with him, as he’s like that with any of his friends. If’s it’s not Eijirou doing it, then Katsuki usually has an aversion to any unnecessary touch.
Though Eijirou is secretly a little disappointed that they still haven’t reached that point, despite dating for a while now, he understands why.
Katsuki’s nervous of how others will perceive him in a relationship. Plus, this is his first one. For someone who’s usually so headstrong, he still carries his reservations like anyone would. Eijirou wouldn’t want to plunge Katsuki into ice cold water suddenly and expect him to like it. He’ll just get out immediately and never attempt it again.
So putting aside his own wants for now, Eijirou doesn’t mind being patient for Katsuki. It’s worth it anyways.
And as Katsuki stands, Eijirou wraps his arms from behind him, burying his face into Katsuki’s neck. Eijirou inhales deeply, taking in the warmth. He’s silently urging Katsuki to realize there’s nothing that could threaten their quality time.
It’s just them here.
As if he sensed Eijirou, the tension washed away from his body. Katsuki straightened himself out, his jaw unclenching.
“Hi,” Eijirou greets him again, his voice small. “Miss me?”
“Mmh.”
“Let’s go then,” Eijirou unwraps him and takes his hand, leading Katsuki further into the room. Katsuki’s bedroom is neat, but practical. He sits on the edge of his bed.
Eijirou makes a beeline for Katsuki’s closet, opening it up and diving straight into it. He could hear the latter scoff.
“You just couldn’t wait to get your greasy mitts on my clothes, could ya?”
Eijirou pops out momentarily, responding, “Obviously!”
“That’s not the only thing I need. I’m also getting my toothbrush and toothpaste,” He continues as he scavenges for what else he was looking for. Well, neatly scavenging because Katsuki will have his head if he leaves a mess.
Eijirou had moved some of his belongings, including his toiletries, into Katsuki’s closet for ease of access prior to the sleepover plan. Eijirou expected this to become a normal occurrence for both of them, and Katsuki begrudgingly agreed with him.
“You know with the amount of shit you put in my closet, I could probably open up a store themed after you,” Katsuki mentions offhandedly. “Make some extra cash.”
That gets Eijirou to remerge straight out of said closet, but with everything that he needed. There’s black sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt bunched up in one hand, with the toothpaste and toothbrush in his other hand. He glowers at Katsuki with this incredulous look on his face.
“As if you need more money. You paid for those night vision goggles that one time, remember?”
“Oh yeah. I did do that,” Katsuki’s acting as if he forget he did that to get under Eijirou’s skin. And it’s working.
“I’ve just decided that I no longer want your shit crowding in my room. I need to get rid of this overstock somehow,” Katsuki says smugly.
In that moment, Eijirou drops Katsuki’s clothes onto the floor.
“Fuck you.”
Katsuki lets out a loud, but short laugh. Eijirou rolls his eyes.
“Are you done acting like a bastard?” Eijirou deadpans as Katsuki moves to pick up his clothes and hand them back without any objection.
“Maybe.”
”That sounds like you’ll still keep acting the same.”
“And would it be such a bad thing if I did?”
Actually, Eijirou could never imagine Katsuki acting any different. A world in which Katsuki wasn’t himself would be dystopian.
“Nope. Not at all.”
“I figured. Now, go put on my pajamas. After all, you do look better in them anyways,” Katsuki smirks.
Taking that as a cue to get ready, Eijirou nods and opens the door, being careful to not close it too hard.
——
With freshly-cleaned teeth and a set of borrowed pajamas, Eijirou returns from the communal bathroom feeling all cozied up. The shirt he’s wearing has been washed recently, the faint scent of detergent still there.
He feels a buzz from his phone that’s stored away in his pocket. A single notification appears on his lockscreen. Having to carry his toothbrush and toothpaste in one hand, he tucks them under his arm so he can in respond to the message.
Katsuki ♡: Are you done brushing those shark teeth?
He chuckles, replying.
Me: yeah!（＾∇＾）i’ll be there shortly
Katsuki ♡: Hurry the fuck up.
Obliging without skipping a beat, Eijirou puts his phone away and follows the path back to Katsuki’s room. Before that though, he quickly opens the door to his own room and chucks his worn clothes into it, shutting it.
He’ll deal with it later, along with Katsuki’s potential nagging about cleanliness.
Knocking Katsuki’s door the same way Eijirou did earlier, it opens up to reveal him in loungewear as well. He’s dressed in gray sweatpants with a faded All Might shirt.
“I’m bac—” Eijirou lets out a yelp as Katsuki quickly pulls him inside, wasting no time to give no one a chance at seeing them together. As always, the door locks.
Eijirou stumbles to his feet, regaining his balance. He almost dropped his stuff.
“You could have at least warned me that you were gonna do that over text!”
“And risk being seen by anyone? Hell no.”
Katsuki conveniently disregards Eijirou’s solution to not take him by surprise like that. Yeah, he could have warned him over text.
But internally, he was desperate for Eijirou to be right there at his side. And Eijirou knows this, finding that unspoken fact endearing. To Katsuki, it didn’t matter if only a few minutes had passed since he left to go get ready for the evening.
Katsuki sits right back down on his bed, swinging his legs, but not hard enough that it would send his slippers flying. Eijirou puts his stuff away, leaning against the wall as he watches Katsuki.
Katsuki speaks up and breaks Eijirou out of his thoughts.
“Anyways, I was right.”
“About what?”
Katsuki casually eyes him up and down, staring at how the fabric clings onto Eijirou’s body.
“About you looking good in my own clothes.”
Eijirou flushes, his heart pounding a tad faster. He’s always caught off-guard when he hears something like that from Katsuki. It’s not like he doesn’t, but it’s more understated when they’re both around other people.
“Get over here,” He takes off his slippers and moves to lean against the headboard, patting a spot for Eijirou. “You can use the firmer pillow.”
“Are you serious? You never let me touch it. You say that it’s only for your neck.”
It’s true that’s why he was so protective of that specific pillow. Even with the brace that’s mounted near the collar of his costume to support his neck when he’s making complicated movements, Katsuki gets ocasional pain in that area. Eijirou was surprised how easily he was giving it up.
Not like he can complain.
“Just quit your yappin’ and accept my generosity.”
Snorting at Katsuki’s offer, Eijirou excitedly joins him in bed, throwing himself on the unoccupied side. They’re both parallel to each other. He eases into the spot, closing his eyes as he tilts his head back on the pillow. Opening his eyes, he refocuses his view to the graphic on Katsuki’s shirt.
“Where did you get that shirt from?”
“Oh, this thing?” Katsuki pinches the shirt’s fabric and lets it recoil. “It’s a limited edition shirt from a popup shop a few months ago. The nerd dragged me out against my own will.”
“You’re only saying that because you went with Midoriya. You’re as much of an All Might fan as he is.”
“No, but you need to understand. He never specified at what time he wanted to go. Then he texts me at the asscrack of dawn to get ready.”
“Didn’t even have the damn decency to tell me beforehand,” Katsuki huffs.
“Maybe he forgot?”
“That was his excuse. He apologized to me a million times. I got sick of it.”
“But in the end, I guess I had an ok time.” Katsuki raises his fist, observing his nails. “Don’t tell him I said that,” He says quickly.
“Noted.”
There’s a beat of silence.
“I’m glad that you spent time with him, despite your objections,” Eijirou tacks on.
“Yeah whatever.”
Stretching his arms until he feels a slight burn, Katsuki smacks his lips and takes a look at the time on his alarm clock. It’s not late by any means, considering it’s the start of the weekend, but he wants to start winding down for the night ahead of them. He moves to lay down.
“Turn off the lamp. You’re closer to it.”
Eijirou nods, pulling on the cord to shut the lamp off.
Both of them lay there, Eijirou making out the silhouettes of his surroundings that are now ensnared by the dark. It helps him remain grounded. He sees the desk near the left side of the room, a comfortable office chair pushed into it. On the other side, there’s a medium-sized shelf with an assortment of items, namely books and some hero memorabilia.
And of course, there’s Katsuki right next to him. Without thinking, he speaks.
“You’re so pretty, you know that?”
Eijirou stares at the ceiling, unaware of how the darkness of the room was masking the blush on Katsuki’s face.
“Do you really think so?” He asks, twiddling his thumbs over his stomach.
He knows that he's attractive and strangers have complimented him before, but he doesn't take them seriously. Those compliments are only based on that alone: his looks. Those people don't really know him, so their words feel so vapid and superficial. In those circumstances, he feels like a statue in a museum, awed at for purely aesthetic reasons.
But when it comes to Eijirou, there's sincerity behind the way he talks, even down to the way he compliments Katsuki.
"Of course," Eijirou replies, turning over to face Katsuki.
But instead of facing him too, Katsuki gets up and walks around his bed, turning on the bedside lamp to the lowest setting. The soft light illuminates the room with warmth.
“Why did you turn on the light?” Eijirou asks from behind him.
Katsuki flops back down on his pillow, “Don’t fucking worry about it.”
“Alright!”
There's a considerable amount of distance between them on the bed. Katsuki also adjusts himself so he's staring at Eijirou too. Without even saying anything, both of them inch even closer, that distance being swallowed up much more.
Here, Katsuki could make out the fine details on Eijirou’s face. The small, faded scar above his eye, his dusky eyelashes. But most importantly his those red eyes. His eyes were always so brilliant, full of this child-like wonder. Never really swayed or flickered by any force. He could stay like this forever, studying Eijirou until he could memorize every bit of him.
Unfortunately, his plans weren’t going to last. Katsuki’s pure, unbridled adoration for Eijirou’s features came to a screeching halt when he noticed what his boyfriend was up to.
“What are you doing?” There’s the tiniest hint of a smile.
Katsuki snaps out of his trance. He blinks a few times and then frowns, hoping that he was subtle with his actions.
But part of him wanted to be discovered.
“Staring at you.”
“Yeah? Am I really that distracting?” He reaches for Katsuki’s cheek, laying his hand on it as he thumbs it gently. Katsuki closes his eyes, leaning into the touch.
He’s so cute like this.
“Hey,” Eijirou’s murmuring voice brings him back, gently commanding Katsuki to do as he says. “Focus on me then.”
He opens to the sight of Eijirou. Being asked to maintain eye contact should make Katsuki uncomfortable. It calms him, knowing he’s safe.
So he looks. He allows Eijirou to touch his face, the distance between them closing in.
“Is that why you turned on the lamp?” Eijirou interrogates him, wanting to hear the obvious answer.
“Duh,” Katsuki makes no attempt to deny it. Eijirou hums in agreement as Katsuki watches him reach for blonde bangs to play with them, twisting the strands around.
“Your hair is so soft. What’s your secret?” Eijirou's amazement for Katsuki’s hair texture never goes away.
“Genetics,” Katsuki replies flatly. “Oh, and the souls of the damned.”
Eijirou snickers, “Well, I guess I better thank those two factors for granting my boyfriend hair that’s worth playing with.” Mischievously, he uses his hand to push back Katsuki’s bangs, revealing his forehead.
“Ha, I see your forehead.”
“Hey! Don’t fucking do that!” Katsuki swats Eijirou’s hand away from him. Eijirou bursts into laughter.
“And it’s not funny!” Katsuki adds, his face heating up with embarrassment. He attempts to smooth down his bangs, but he isn’t sure just how messy they are. That just makes Eijirou cackle even louder.
”I d-don’t think that’ll— haha— do anythin—” He gets cut off by his own wheezing. “Ahaha!”
Katsuki’s really getting ticked off now. He shoots right up from the bed.
“You want me to leave you here?!” He spits out.
Eijirou’s eyes widened.
“You wouldn’t actually do that… would you?” He says it slowly.
“I’ll sleep in the goddamn hallway just to prove a point,” Katsuki says matter-of-factly.
“You wouldn’t,” Eijirou is still in disbelief, attempting to suppress his laughter at how ridiculous Katsuki is acting.
“Try me, Eijirou Kirishima.”
“Not the full name!” Eijirou feels like he’s getting scolded by his parents. He cringes within himself, not liking the connection he made.
He needs this to end now.
He inhales a deep breath, composing himself.
“Actually, I’m sorry.”
“Are you really?” Katsuki narrows his eyes.
“Yes I am.”
Eijirou knows that this conversation doesn’t really mean anything and both of them will quickly get over it. Regardless, he still wants to show he can keep himself accountable.
Katsuki stays quiet for a moment after hearing Eijirou, taking time to calm himself. With it only being the two of them, it’s easier for him to do that.
He relents and settles back down, sighing. “Fine. I accept your shitty apology.”
Eijirou beams at him.
“Yay! Thank you!” He plants a quick kiss on Katsuki’s forehead and readjusts his bangs. When he pulls away and rests back on the pillow, he notices Katsuki’s eyes are wandering elsewhere.
I think he needs a reminder.
“Did you forget already?” Eijirou’s hand returns to Katsuki’s cheek, but this time more assertively. “Keep your eyes on me.”
Katsuki gasps.
With that tone, he’s forced to keep contact. He can’t ignore Eijirou, nor look away. Katsuki feels and appears so meek in this position, a far cry from who he usually is. He gets a small swarm of butterflies in his stomach. He doesn’t understand how or why Eijirou is able to have this effect on him, but trying to make sense of it doesn’t seem like it matters right now.
He’ll just go along with it.
Satisfied with getting back his attention, Eijirou softens his stare and clutch on Katsuki. It’s soothing to just remain in each other’s presence, without a need to do anything.
——
It’s way past Katsuki’s bedtime, so he yawns. But before he could even fall asleep, there was something he wanted to do.
”Eijirou?” He whispers, hoping no one would hear him but the person that it was meant for.
”What is it?” asks Eijirou hushedly, stopping his personal ministrations on Katsuki’s face. He’s giving Katsuki space to say whatever he needs to.
Katsuki stalls, leaving Eijirou hanging.
There’s so much he has never experienced. He's let opportunities shrivel to waste just because he purposefully withheld himself from them. He merely viewed them as distractions.
But God, his curiosity is also tearing him apart. He can’t keep secluding himself away forever, knowing there’s someone in his life that he wants to share it with.
He’s taking that initiative, mouthing out the phrase he’s mentally recited more than once. Katsuki’s mirror has probably gotten tired of how many times he’s practiced this.
“Can you hold me?”
Eijirou thought he was dreaming, but the night sky that peaked from behind the curtains said otherwise. Thankfully, he wouldn’t need to ask Katsuki to pinch him.
This was a historical point in time for their relationship. To most, this wouldn’t mean much. But they like to celebrate every milestone. It has always been Eijirou initiating physical contact.
So who would he be to not indulge his boyfriend’s wish?
“Come here.”
The distance between them is now nonexistent.
Katsuki then got closer to Eijirou, lowering his body so he could be held. Katsuki hugs Eijirou and nuzzles into his chest, head perfectly under Eijirou’s chin. Blonde spikes poke him, but it could never bother Eijirou. It was more like a reminder that Katsuki was present.
It all fits so well. Too well. They’re both lost pieces that found each other, completing a puzzle.
To keep both pieces from floating apart, Eijirou’s hands anchor both of them. He has his right on the back of Katsuki’s head, while his left is on around the waist. He may be the more experienced one with affection, but he could still use Katsuki’s input. He wants to make sure both of them were enjoying this.
“How’s my hold on you?”
Katsuki is still buried against his boyfriend’s chest, voice slightly muffled. It’s a safety net. “If you’re talking about how you’re hugging me right now, it’s fine.”
He continues. Eijirou listens intently.
“But if you’re talking about in general, then you have me wrapped around your finger. If I wanted to escape, I wouldn’t be able to.” Katsuki’s words are quiet and methodical, lacking any sharpness. It’s a departure from what Eijirou got used to, though it’s not a bad one. Eijirou likes seeing this side of Katsuki.
To put it simply, him having this viewing pleasure was the result of Katsuki trusting him a lot more, and vice versa. Devoted effort that both add to, teaching each other to let go of any hesitation or fear they may have. It’s an environment suited to only invite the best versions of themselves to come forward.
One thing that hasn’t changed in this specific moment is that Katsuki’s words are still said with the same conviction. He’s so open, falling through the air.
And Eijirou catches him, answering back with a similar level of certainty.
“I know you wouldn’t want to escape anyways,” He kisses Katsuki’s head delicately, breathing all of him in.
He’s here. I’m here. I can feel both of us.
Katsuki hums contently, feeling Eijirou’s fingers card through his scalp after the kiss.
“I guess we’re really gonna be stuck like this, aren’t we?” His fingers start moving a little slower just in case Katsuki doesn’t want this.
“Is this ok?”
Katsuki’s melting underneath his touch. It’s so much to take in, overwhelming him. At the same time, it would be sinful if he told Eijirou to stop. Coming out of the security of Eijirou’s chest, Katsuki perks up and taps his cheek.
Eijirou, taking the hint, does just that. Katsuki’s gaze steadies him, captured by his thralls.
“Don’t you dare stop,” His voice sounds more clear, an edge of neediness. Katsuki needs Eijirou to give him a chance to feel what he’s missed out on. He knows that Eijirou won’t fail him, and he’ll try his hardest to do the same in return.
Deciding that’s been established, he retreats to the comfort of Eijirou, hiding his face. Eijirou giggles.
“Shy, are we?” He teases, continuing his stroking.
“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki grumbles.
“I could, but you like it when I talk.”
Too relaxed to shoot back with a quip, Katsuki just snuggles even closer to his boyfriend. He wouldn’t admit it out loud at the moment, but he does enjoy it when Eijirou rambles. Eijirou does it in such a way that it doesn’t bore him. It fills the air with something.
Something familiar.
Katsuki yawns again, the sleepiness from before really catching up to him. He could feel his eyes growing heavier. Eijirou is also following a similar route.
“Ready for bed?”
“No shit,” Katsuki snorts, finding it a little unbelievable that it wasn’t obvious enough.
“Okay, okay. But I’m going to have to stop your head massage temporarily, so excuse me,” Eijirou tells him. Katsuki mutters, throwing a few, barely-there expletives.
“You can wait,” He sounds stern, acknowledging Katsuki’s complaints.
Eijirou uses his right hand to reach for the bedside lamp, shutting it off completely. He then throws Katsuki’s comforter over themselves, providing an extra layer of warmth on top of what they were already providing each other.
Eijirou’s hand is back at the place that it belongs, delicately petting the back of Katsuki’s head. He sighs, loving the attention. “There we go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Katsuki only hums in response. He’s really struggling to stay awake.
“I’m gonna close my eyes now,” He whispers, his consciousness fading in and out.
“Alright. I’ll be right here with you,” His embrace on Katsuki never quite faltering.
Hearing that, Katsuki realizes just how lucky he is. Obviously, it was their plan to spend the night together, but Eijirou truly means that.
He’ll stay right by Katsuki, no matter what. Nothing could pull them apart.
And in that moment, he’s raising a white flag, surrendering almost all of himself to Eijirou. He lets Eijirou lull him to slumber, a sense of mirth being the last thing he felt.