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Tonight’s going to be fun, Eijiro always makes sure it is. He’s got snacks at the ready, Katsuki’s making homemade hot chocolate in a pot, and Shouto is here too! Smiling to himself, Eijiro wiggles further beneath the coffee table, tongue between his teeth and poking between his lips. He reaches his right arm toward the wall and realizes he can almost get the plug into the socket from this spot, he just needs a little more space for his shoulders.
“I told you to let Bengay do it,” Katsuki mutters somewhere above him.
“Shouto is our guest!” Eijiro kicks his feet in the air. “I’m not making him climb under the table.”
He hears the frustrated groan, followed by the gentle throat clearing that is absolutely Shouto trying not to be an awkward taco. He fails at it more often than not, but at least he’s trying.
“I could just lift the coffee table up?” Shouto clears his throat again. “You know, to make it easier.”
Laughing, Eijiro sways his hips one last time and shoves the plug into the wall. Above him, the room goes from dark, to covered in slowly shifting lights. He cheers, almost smacking his head before he starts a very awkward turtle crawl backward.
“Nope! It would have ruined the fort!” Now free, Eijiro throws his arms out to show off the sheets hung from the ceiling and the string lights hung from those. Their couches have been turned around to make the sheets fan out like tent flaps while dozens of pillows blankets have been spread out around the floor. Moving the coffee table would mean displacing one of the sheets since the back feet are keeping it in place. He really doesn’t want to try and put all that back.
Eijiro’s quite proud of this set-up, it took him hours.
After shaking his head, Eijiro beams up at Katsuki, who kneels there in baggy sweats and a tank top with his regular scowl. Were it anyone else, they would think he was angry.
But Eijiro knows him better. That’s just his face.
“The hot chocolate is going to get cold,” Katsuki grumbles before he crawls toward the entrance and wriggles outside. Eijiro just smiles wider and crawls over to the couch. He sits down and picks up the remote, slapping the back a few times when it doesn’t turn the television on right away. After the fourth button press, the screen ‘tst’s to life.
“Alright!” Eijiro pats the spot next to him. “We were on season two, right? Episode… Babe, were we on episode four or five?” He leans back and raises his voice so it carries better.
“Four.” Katsuki’s gruff voice calls back. “You kept laughing and we had to pause it. Might as well start the entire episode over.” The clinking of cups follows his voice.
Shouto crawls over Eijiro, sitting in the space he’d been instructed. He draws his legs up, dragging a fluffy blanket with him. “You laugh a lot.”
To a normal person, that might be boarding on an insult with how blunt Shouto delivers it, but Eijiro knows him better. It’s simply an observation. The kind Shouto makes when he’s relaxing.
“Laughter is the best medicine,” Eijiro says as he flips the remote into the air. “And man, you make the funniest faces when you’re frustrated. You and Katsuki both.”
“It’s a frustrating show, the characters are very stupid. And we are best friends, Katsuki and I,” Shouto nods sagely.
Katsuki enters the tent with a tray and groans. He’s got three mugs of steaming hot chocolate. “Why is this the hill you want to die on? Why me? Why can’t you pick anyone else to be ‘besties’ with?”
Eijiro drops the remote in order to take the tray and chuckles. Katsuki grunts in thanks and crawls over, sitting so their sides touch and his head rests on Eijiro’s shoulder.
The tray gets pushed onto the coffee table and the mugs are passed around accordingly. The blue one matches Shouto’s pajamas, the orange one Katsuki’s tank top, and the red one matches Eijiro’s sweats.
“Because you let me come over and spend time with you and your boyfriend,” Shouto states as he dips one of his right fingers into his drink.
How this man enjoys it cold Eijiro will never be understood.
“That bar is on the ground.” Katsuki picks up a pillow and hands it over Eijiro, to Shouto. He takes it and uses it as a back prop.
“I mean, I like having you over here! You’re an awesome friend!” Eijiro beams at Shouto, who gives the softest smile and stares deeply into his drink like it’s telling him secrets.
Eijiro looks away to give him a moment and picks the remote back up, navigating to the show they were watching and hitting play.
Katsuki rubs his head against his shoulder and Eijiro knows that it’s a silent ‘Thank you.’ Not that he needs to be thanked.
He turns and kisses Katsuki’s forehead. Shouto leans against his other side and sips his drink.
It’s a cozy night to just hang out.