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Despite having had his expectations thoroughly raised by UA’s intensive training and the entire war he’d fought through as a teenager, Eijirou found the day-to-day life of a hero to be a little more dull than he’d thought it would be.
That wasn’t to say he hated being a hero now! Far from it. Eijirou felt fulfilled in a way he could only dream of in his younger years. It was just that most of the time there wasn’t all that much happening. Paperwork was tedious, but UA’s homework had been way harder to finish. Natural disasters still occurred, and the odd villain popped up here and there, but nothing had quite the same oomph as the League had had, and things were usually handled pretty quickly.
All that to say: there was a glut of leisure time that Eijirou had never expected to have as a hero. Sometimes he’d be driven out to just do things with that time, but right now? He had his head in his boyfriend’s lap, a calloused hand playing with his hair, an earful of soothing music in the background, and nothing could- Actually, hang on.
Driven…
“Hey, Katsuki,” Eijirou said, mustering up his best puppy-dog eyes. “Take me for a drive in your fancy new car?”
Eijirou probably didn’t need to have looked at Katsuki like that to get him to agree with him anymore. In fact, deploying The Eyes these days probably made things take ten times longer because Katsuki would make a show of huffing and puffing and pretending to have to be baited about it all.
If Eijirou had just asked plainly, Katsuki would have just nodded and fetched the keys. Still, it wouldn’t have been as fun.
“Tch,” Katsuki scoffed from his seat on their sofa, and once upon a time he’d have tried to hide the sparkle of amusement in his eyes. Eijirou was happy he didn’t do that anymore. “What, you wanna just sit there while I take us in circles?”
“Yep,” Eijirou chirped. He sat up, swivelled in his seat, leant back on the armrest and prodded Katsuki’s leg with his toes.
Katsuki raised an eyebrow at him.
Eijirou propped his head up on his hands. He fluttered his eyelashes. “I’d love to sit there and watch my very manly and handsome boyfriend flex his very manly and muscular arms on the steering wheel all manly-ly and handsomely and muscley-ly.”
“I dunno,” Katsuki said, stroking his chin and grinning. “Doesn’t seem like there’s all that much in it for me.”
Eijirou pretended to think very hard with a scrunched up nose and an obnoxious hum. Then he affected a tone of reluctance. “Well I suppose that if we’ve gone in enough circles you can pull over somewhere quiet so we can make out on the stupid squishy backseat?”
“It’s not stupid,” Katsuki reached over to flick Eijirou’s forehead. Eijirou caught his hand and squeezed it. “Fine. I accept your terms. Get up and put your fucking shoes on, then, and grab some of the bags in case we want to grab groceries on the way back.”
“So bossy,” Eijirou murmured dreamily as he stood up, dodging Katsuki’s swat and darting forward to land a vague kiss somewhere on Katsuki’s eyebrow. He’d been aiming for the temple but that still worked.
Car time, commence!
It hadn’t been planned - Eijirou’s desire to go out had been out of the blue and swiftly acted upon - but it turned out to be the perfect time of day for them to arrive at a little parking spot at the base of one of Katsuki’s favourite hikes and watch the sunset.
They hadn’t spoken much during the drive. Eijirou had been making good on his word to enjoy the sight of his boyfriend directing the powerful piece of machinery they were sitting in, and Katsuki had been insistent that he not be distracted while driving. Eijirou was very good at distracting Katsuki, so he did his best to keep his ogling silent.
He definitely ogled.
Now that they were parked, Eijirou found he didn’t have much to say anyway. It was just nice, sitting there in the smell of new leather and the light fragrance of their shared body wash, watching the sky drift through warm hues into something cooler. He could hear Katsuki breathing, calm and slow. It was good. It was exactly what he had wanted.
“Hey man, I was wondering something,” Eijirou said, as a thought bubbled into his head to disturb the peace. Katsuki turned to look at him, so he continued. “I know he turned you down the other day, but like, you’ve only asked Midoriya about joining your agency so far. No one else. How come?”
Katsuki turned back to the view. Eijirou waited.
“If you’re asking about why I haven’t asked you,” Katsuki said, words slow as if he was still picking them out of the flurry in his brain. “It’s because you’d say yes without thinking about it.”
Eijirou blinked. “Well, sure I’d-”
“No, I mean, you wouldn’t think,” Katsuki insisted, looking back at him with a steely seriousness.
Eijirou thought about that. It made sense, if Katsuki was saying what he was pretty sure that Katsuki was saying. If Eijirou was too quick to jump into a work partnership on the back of their personal one, he might not actually be making the best decision for himself. Katsuki didn’t want him to regret a hasty decision.
“You’re so hot when you’re looking out for my best interests, babe.”
Katsuki snorted, and then let out a long sigh. “It’s not that I wouldn’t… Working with you like that would be great, okay? But for fuck’s sake, you only went solo like, three weeks ago.”
“So I need more experience before handing you my resumé?” Eijirou asked, grinning. Katsuki rolled his eyes. “More field hours?”
Katsuki snorted again. Eijirou loved that sound. “Something like that.”
“Maybe I’ll ask you to join my agency one day,” Eijirou said, leaning over to waggle his eyebrows closer to Katsuki where they’d give the best effect. “Though, yeah I dunno actually, you’d need to shape up on your manners so you don’t frighten away any of my hypothetical sidekicks, so-”
Katsuki grabbed Eijirou’s collar and tugged him into a kiss. Eijirou forgot what he was talking about.
Katsuki had decided that Eijirou’s antics meant that he would kiss mean today, and Eijirou was all over it. It was a little too hard, a little too aggressive, and entirely too many teeth tugging on his lower lip. Perfect.
Eijirou caught hold of Katsuki’s arm from where he was still pulling at Eijirou’s collar with both hands. He leaned forwards on it, tilting his head for a better angle into the kiss and feeling the muscles of Katsuki’s forearm bunch at the new weight. To think that this was the arm that Katsuki had nearly lost after the war… They’d sure come a long way from that, huh?
A particularly sharp nip had Eijirou start from his reverie, and he could feel Katsuki smirking at him against his lips. Bastard. Eijirou loved him so much.
“Oh yeah,” he breathed, once Katsuki let him resurface for air. If Katsuki was in this kind of mood then it had to be… encouraged. “It’s smoochin’ time.”
Katsuki’s expression was malcontent, and he ripped his arm out of Eijirou’s grip to shove him back into his seat. “Why the hell would you call it that?”
Eijirou just snickered and started clambering past him to the back seat.
“Eijirou! What the fuck, man, just use the fucking doors,” Katsuki smacked his side as Eijirou contorted his bulk around the seats. Maybe this hadn’t been the best plan, but he was committed to it now. “If you get shoe-prints on the leather I’ll murder you in your sleep!”
Eijirou managed to channel enough of his inner eel to reach his goal, and then slumped down, face first, into the extremely squishy seating. Okay, yeah, there was definitely some appeal to be had here.
“What’s wrong with you?!” Katsuki snapped.
Eijrou rolled over and held out his hand. “What’s wrong is that my super sexy boyfriend is all the way over there where he’s not making out with me right now. Get over here already!”
Katsuki muttered a litany of curses so colourful that it was like he was decorating for a pride parade, but he was still opening his door, so Eijirou counted it as a win.
Katsuki slammed the door shut. Eijirou heard his boyfriend stomping up to the back door that he was facing. Katsuki yanked it open and glowered at Eijirou with a face like thunder.
“You trying to get in trouble, Red?”
Eijirou didn’t try to suppress his shudder at the low growl. It seemed like Katsuki had cottoned on to Eijirou’s true intentions.
“Maybe I am,” he challenged. “Maybe you should do something about that. Wanna come and demonstrate what this stupid squishy seat might be good for?”
He watched Katsuki’s face slip into that old maniacal grin. “I can think of a few things.”
After that, well, Eijirou had had to admit that the back seats really weren't so stupid after all.