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Hitoshi wakes up to an aching body and a low hum of anticipatory nerves. The aching body is explained quickly enough; last night's mission went wrong, just like he feared, and he took the brunt of it, just like always when shit goes sideways.
The anticipatory nervousness humming under his skin is more difficult to explain and Hitoshi is confused about it right until he hears a sound from the kitchen and then it all comes crashing back.
How he made his way home even though he should have gone to the hospital just so he could see Bakugo and be home.
How Bakugo was still up, waiting for him, and then took care of his wounds.
How Hitoshi asked him to join him in bed and Bakugo actually did, without any complain about it even.
And then, of course, Bakugo's whispered question, how it made Hitoshi's stomach flutter with butterflies and his just as quiet answer.
"Do it again tomorrow and we can do something about it."
"Fuuuuuuck," Hitoshi groans out and turns around so he can bury his face in his pillow.
Before he can work himself into a panic though, Bakugo's reply comes back to him too and just like that all the butterflies are there again as well.
Because Bakugo had said "Alright". And that has to mean something, right?
Hitoshi would have preferred to find Bakugo still in bed with him but he knows Bakugo is an early riser, no matter what, so it's not really a surprise that he's already up and about.
Hitoshi fumbles for his phone, wincing when his wounds don't thank him for it and he sees that it's almost noon.
Not quite so surprising then that Bakugo is already up and about, Hitoshi thinks and drags himself out of bed.
His body is protesting his every move but Hitoshi is no stranger to pain and none of his injuries currently scream at him that he made the wrong choice in coming home last night.
He's sore and bruised to hell and back but all the cuts he received were taken care off by Bakugo and so Hitoshi is fine.
He's just fine.
Trying to prove just that to himself he shuffles forward, almost awkwardly setting one foot in front of the other until some of the stiffness is out of his limbs and by the time he reaches the kitchen, he's almost no longer limping at all.
Hitoshi comes to a surprised stop when he reaches the kitchen though because he might as well have walked into a bakery.
He sees two different cakes, a mountain of pancakes, some waffles and if he isn't mistaken then Bakugo is just putting some cupcakes into the oven.
Well, fuck then, Hitoshi bitterly thinks because he knows what this means. Bakugo is a stress-baker if he's ever seen one and so this can only mean one thing.
Bakugo didn't mean it and now he's freaking out about what he said last night. This is exactly why Hitoshi has never brought that first moment up ever again, because he just knew that he was imagining things, that Bakugo doesn't want that and even though it has now happened twice, it still clearly doesn't mean shit.
Fuck.
Hitoshi has just enough time to school his face into something more neutral when Bakugo turns around and spots him.
Bakugo's eyes go wide in what looks like to be pure terror before he fixes a scowl on his face, despite the way his cheeks go all red.
"Took you long enough," he snaps out and slams more pancakes on the table. "Eat."
Hitoshi takes another good look at the food being almost rudely offered to him and it takes him a beat too long to realise that Bakugo got all his favourite toppings and the sudden realisation makes Hitoshi's face burn up.
"Thanks," he mutters as he forces his body onto a chair and only slightly startles when Bakugo slams some pills onto the table and then much more gently sets a glass of water down.
"That first. And then you'll eat. None of your usual delicate picking, you understand, troll doll?"
It's—almost normal. The words at least are. The tone is just a little bit off and Bakugo can't seem to look him in the face and Hitoshi ducks his head and quickly swallows the pills down so he doesn't have to answer him.
Fuck, he knew he should have pretended to be asleep last night when Bakugo had whispered that question. He had wanted to, for a moment, scared of what might happen if he answered and now Hitoshi has his goddamn answer right here, it seems.
And it's the worst case scenario, too, where Bakugo didn't even want anything to happen and probably won't look Hitoshi in the face for the foreseeable future now that he knows Hitoshi even wants that from him.
Fucking fuck, Hitoshi vehemently thinks and stuffs his face with pancakes and tries not to think about why he's getting them in the first place.
"Thanks," he still mumbles around a mouthful and then uses the food as an excuse as to why he's no longer talking to Bakugo, even though their usual shared meals are full of talks.
But right now Hitoshi just doesn't feel up like pretending that nothing is wrong, that he isn't completely crushed and his chest isn't all achy; and even to himself he refuses to admit that the pain comes from something unrelated to his injuries, because he refuses to give Bakugo that kind of power over him.
The meal is awkward and silent and even though Hitoshi is no stranger to all kinds of silences, this one is just painful all around especially because he and Bakugo got past this stage a good while ago.
When they are both up and about and not actively dying then there's snark and banter and almost reverently shared stories in their apartment and to return to this stage is just crushing.
Crushing enough that Hitoshi decides to bite the bullet and actually say something about this.
"Bakugo, listen—" he starts and then almost immediately curses himself when Bakugo first flinches and then tenses up so badly that a well-placed puff of air could probably shatter him.
Still, Hitoshi is no quitter, so he takes a deep breath in anticipation of what he's going to say next but before he can, the door to their apartment flies open.
"You!" Denki yells out as soon as he spots Hitoshi and he's even pointing an accusatory finger at him. "You!!!!"
"Me, what?" Hitoshi asks, completely taken off guard by this and a quick look over to Bakugo reveals that he's not doing any better.
"You! Are not in the hospital! Where you're supposed to be!"
Denki comes to a stop right in front of Hitoshi, the most judgemental look of all times on his face, his hands propped on his hips and he's staring Hitoshi down as if it's his job.
"I'm not supposed to be at the hospital," Hitoshi grumbles, because the paramedics didn't insist.
It was a suggestion at best.
"You got hurt on your mission," Denki says as if that is reason enough for Hitoshi to be at the hospital, as if he isn't hurt on his fucking missions every goddamn time.
"So?"
"So you should be at the hospital! So someone should take care of you! So someone should dress your wounds and make you breakfast!"
Hitoshi briefly presses a hand to the bandages around his chest as he looks down at the breakfast Bakugo made for him and when he looks back to Denki he can feel his cheeks burn.
"Denki—"
"How the fuck did you get in, Sparky?" Bakugo's voice cuts between them and Denki looks over to him for the first time.
And then he clearly seems to take in the entire scenery in front of him because his eyes go wide as saucers.
"Did you finally kiss about it or is this an awkward morning after kind of thing because you two are goddamn cowards?" he almost yells out and Hitoshi closes his eyes in defeat.
Denki is clearly on a roll now and there's no stopping him anymore, he knows that from experience, so it's best to just let him get it all out and then deal with the aftermath.
Which cannot be worse than what Hitoshi already would have had to deal with, anyway.
"Pikachu," Bakugo warningly says but Denki is not paying attention and Hitoshi can practically feel his eyes on him.
"Did you? Did you kiss about it? Did you finally do it?"
Hitoshi can basically feel Denki stepping closer to him and he braces himself for an enthusiastic hug but before Denki even gets into reach Bakugo steps between them.
"Get the fuck away from him, he's hurt, you idiot," he almost growls out and then Hitoshi watches in awe how Bakugo takes Denki by the scruff and carries him right over to the door where he throws him out and then slams the door into his face for good measure, too.
It's an impressive show of strength and Hitoshi has a hard time reminding himself that this is hardly the right time to go a little bit hot under the collar about that.
"And stay out!" Bakugo yells through the closed door, but of course, that's not something that has ever stopped Denki.
"Hey, wait, you can't kick me out before I get the chance to check Hitoshi over! Unless—you're afraid of what I'll find? Toshi—Kacchan!! Did you do more than kissing with a broken bone?" There's a brief mortifying silence before it's pierced by a shriek. "Oh my god, you totally did!!!!"
"I did not break a fucking bone!" Hitoshi yells back, because he can hardly stand the silence in the apartment anymore and it finally seems to jolt Bakugo out of his silence, too.
"That's what you want to fucking focus on?" he demands to know before he yanks the door back open when Denki won't stop banging on it. "What gives you the fucking right?" he snaps in his face. "Troll doll is fucking fine, will you leave us the hell alone now? As if I wouldn't take care of him!"
"Awwww, Baku-bro, I didn't know you could be so sweet!" Denki coos out and gets a few popping explosions in his face for his trouble but at least that finally makes him book it.
Bakugo closes the door much more controlled than Hitoshi would have expected, but when he turns around his eyes are blazing with anger, which is much more like him.
"He needs to die."
"Agreed," Hitoshi immediately says and pats the chair next to him. "Come here so we can plan, I can't stand yet."
"Fuck, right," Bakugo mutters under his breath and almost rushes to his side. "How are you? Anything feeling worse than yesterday? Do we have to go to the hospital?"
He's towering over Hitoshi, anxiety in every line of his face and it's just so sweet how he said 'we', how he's so concerned for Hitoshi, how for a moment he forgets to avoid Hitoshi's gaze and that's exactly the moment Hitoshi looks up at him as well.
And just like that, their gazes lock and electricity snaps into place between them, much worse than either of the times before.
Hitoshi's stomach drops out with nerves and he's pretty sure his hands start shaking but Hitoshi pays that no mind.
Because this is the third time it happens and he did tell Bakugo that they could do something about this then and he's not about to chicken out again, not when he can at least get one kiss in.
Even if it's all he'll ever get.
"I'm not a fucking coward," Bakugo mutters in exactly that moment and by the time Hitoshi leans up, Bakugo is already meeting him halfway.
The kiss is brief, barely anything to write home about because it's nothing more than a short moment of them pressing their lips together, but it's them, pressing their lips together and Hitoshi knows he's going to dream about that moment for years to come.
"You're not a coward," Hitoshi dumbly mumbles when they part again and Bakugo rolls his eyes at him.
"Shut up, idiot," he says, almost fondly and then reaches out push his hand into Hitoshi's hair and bring their faces back together.
This kiss is much more heated and much more memorable than the one before and when Bakugo allows him to bring some space between them Hitoshi feels lightheaded.
"Bakugo—" he helplessly mutters because what in the ever loving hell is even happening? "What does that mean?"
"Katsuki. I think if we're like—boyfriends, you get to call me Katsuki."
"Katsuki," Hitoshi repeats, still not entirely caught up with what is happening but when the other really important thing Katsuki said finally clicks, his hands shoot up and anchor around Katsuki's wrist to keep his hands right where they are.
"Boyfriends?" he breathes out, not even caring about the naked hope in his voice, and also probably on his face, and Katsuki looks at him as if he's dumb, but also a whole lot fond and Hitoshi realises with a start that this is not the first time he received this look.
"I don't do no strings attached," Katsuki tells him and it almost sounds like a dare.
"Good, perfect, I do, but not with you," Hitoshi honestly says, because he's known to fuck around so it would be kind of stupid to lie about that. "Boyfriends sounds good."
"It better," Katsuki nods and then drops a kiss to Hitoshi's forehead, which almost makes him melt right through the floor.
Fuck, if this is what it's like to receive Katsuki's affection then Hitoshi doesn't know if he's ready for it.
"You—I thought you were avoiding me this morning," Hitoshi whispers out because he's dumb and stupid and can't just take a good thing for what it is. "You stress-baked."
"You were asleep for too long," Katsuki says with an eyeroll. "I had time to overthink."
Hitoshi snorts out a laugh and then almost immediately regrets it because his ribs certainly don't thank him for it.
"I thought that was more of a me thing."
"Your stupid clearly is contagious," Katsuki gives back and when he dares to take his hands back, Hitoshi catches them just in time to ghost a kiss over his fingers.
"No more overthinking, okay? I meant it, last night and also this morning. Boyfriends is what I want. With you."
"Geez, can you be any more awkward, troll doll?" Katsuki grumbles but there's a light flush on his face.
"Hitoshi."
Katsuki blinks at Hitoshi as if he didn't expect to be offered the same and Hitoshi reaches out to thread their fingers together.
"If you're going to be my boyfriend you better call me Hitoshi at least once a day."
He is more than happy with any of the nicknames Katsuki has for him, but he can't deny that he'd like to hear his name from Katsuki, too.
"Hitoshi," Katsuki mutters and Hitoshi was not prepared for the shiver it sends down his back.
It clearly doesn't go unnoticed because Katsuki smirks at him and that, too, does things to Hitoshi.
"If you think that's done for today, then you're mistaken," Hitoshi huffs out and Katsuki honest to god laughs.
Hitoshi goes warm all over at the sound.
"Nah, eyebags, I'll keep it for a special occasion for today," he promises him and Hitoshi pouts at him until he gets a kiss for it.
"Fine," he acquiesces because what else is he supposed to do with all the butterflies in his stomach and it doesn't get much better when Katsuki sits down right next to him and steals a bite of his pancakes straight from his fork.
"So you talked to Pikachu about me?" he then asks and Hitoshi finds himself thinking that the hospital might not be a bad place to be in.
"Sorry, that amazing boyfriend of mine made me breakfast, can't talk," he rushes out and stuffs his face with pancakes.
Katsuki watches him eat, some horribly soft expression on his face and Hitoshi almost chokes on his bite when Katsuki moves to tangle their legs together.
Hitoshi is still aching all over and he's pretty sure at least one of his wounds has opened up again, but this is still the happiest he's ever been and he hopes the bright smile on his face conveys exactly that.
If not, he'll just have to tell Katsuki later. Once he's done demolishing all the incredible food his boyfriend made him.