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Katsuki knew he was being stupid. Dating Neito had made him stupid and soft and disgusting.

But he couldn’t help it. What rights does Shinsou Hitoshi have to act like that with Katsuki’s boyfriend? None. So why is he doing it?

Katsuki’s silently observing the two from across the cafeteria. Hitoshi and Neito were eating lunch together, as they usually do, so why did it make him feel so upset?

Maybe it’s the way Neito is laughing, or the way Hitoshi is staring at him, or the way Neito’s hand is gently resting on Hitoshi’s upper arm. 

Fuck. Katsuki doesn’t think Neito has ever laughed like that with him. He understands, he really isn’t that funny, but Neito deserves someone that makes him laugh. Would Hitoshi be a better match for him? Hitoshi also understands Neito on a deeper level emotionally… Yeah, maybe Hitoshi is better for him.

That’s okay, Katsuki can live with that, but it wouldn’t hurt to try and act more like Hitoshi, just for Neito’s sake.

He goes back to eating his food.



It’s later that night, when he’s in his bed, that he really mulls over that thought. All that runs through his head is ‘Hitoshi wouldn’t be crying in his bed over this,’ so he rolls over, wipes his eyes, and goes to sleep.



The following morning, he’s late to class, and as he walks in, all eyes land on him. Usually, he’d yell about how everyone needs to mind their business and keep their eyes to themselves, but that’s not what Hitoshi would do. All he does is put his head down and walk to his desk.

The universe hates him obviously, so it makes things harder for him. It seems like everyone is purposely trying to rile him up today, but all he thinks about is Neito, and how happy Neito would be to have someone like Hitoshi as his boyfriend.

At lunch, Neito bounces over to his table with Hitoshi in tow.

“Katsuki, my dearest! Let us eat lunch with you?” Neito’s grin is going to kill him right then and there, Katsuki’s always loved his smile. Normally, he’d make a sly remark and say no, then allow them to sit with him anyway, but that’s too Katsuki-like, so instead,

“Fine.”

Neito looks shocked at that, but Hitoshi huffs out a laugh. Katsuki hates how his laugh sounds so much better than his loud, obnoxious one.

As soon as they sit down, Katsuki’s pinky makes its way over to caress Neito’s thigh, but then he realizes how Neito stiffens up when he does it. Is he disgusted by his touch? He retracts his finger and turns to continue eating his food, but he’s too nauseous to even take a bite.

He’s so fucked.



Neito apparently noticed the change, because he was knocking at his door later that night. As soon as Katsuki opens it, he’s practically tackled. Neito’s hands are on his waist and slowly trailing downwards to rest on his hips. His head lands in the crook of his neck and Katsuki can feel his breath against it. It makes him squirm and lightly push Neito back.

“Let me close the door.”

It’s then that Neito fully pulls back and jumps onto Katsuki’s bed, grabbing the pillow he knows he uses the most, and nuzzles his face into it.

“ Katsuki , my love, come here.” Neito drags out his name, putting more emphasis on the last syllable, and he’d be lying if he said it didn't make his heart throb in his chest. He slowly makes his way over to his bed and sits on the edge, not touching Neito in any way.

“No, I meant here , not there.” He grabs Katsuki’s left arm and drags him closer, forcing him to lie down with his leg hitched upward on Neito’s thighs, laying practically on top of him. His boyfriend's hand slowly making its way to his hip again. 

“So, what’s up with you? Do tell, my dear.” Neito’s thumb has now made its way under the fabric of Katsuki’s shirt, lightly caressing the skin there. 

Katsuki hums, and takes a deep breath, exhaling it before he speaks, 

“This is going to sound really fucking stupid, don’t say shit about it. What do you think about,” he pauses and takes another deep breath, “Shinsou?”

Despite his attempts to stifle it, Neito fucking giggles under his breath, then it turns into a full-on laugh, and Katsuki can feel his chest vibrating because of it.

“Sorry! I'm sorry! But really, what are you talking about? Are you perhaps jealous of Hitoshi ?”

It’s then that Katsuki makes a move to sit up, he needs to escape this situation immediately, he can’t handle this right now and-

Neito grabs his arm and yanks him back down, caging him in with his arms. They’re staring directly into each other's eyes now, and Katsuki really can’t handle that, so, he snakes a hand up between their bodies and slams the heel of his palm into Neito’s face.

“I told you not to say shit about it. Fuck you, let me get up.”

But apparently, his efforts to escape were futile because Neito only holds him tighter.

He sounds way too sly when he speaks, “Katsuki, love, darling, my dearest, there is absolutely no reason to be jealous of Hitoshi. If I wanted him, I would've had him by now. No one can resist me and my charm.”

He can tell Neito is trying to make light of the situation now, with the overuse of his stupidity. Katsuki doesn’t have the energy to reply anymore, so he just nods his head, seemingly pleased with the answer he received.

“I love you, you know that right?”

It’s a question Katsuki’s heard probably a hundred times by now, but it still flusters him like it’s the first time Neito’s said it.

He pushes his head deeper into Neito’s chest, and he can feel hands running through his hair after some time passes.

His words are muffled and he can practically taste the cologne Neito has on when he speaks,

“I know.”

Neito hums at that, and continues to run his fingers through Katsuki’s hair. This continues for a few minutes before the hands still, Neito having fallen asleep.



“Me too.”