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If anyone asked when the first time Ejirou grew a crush on his boyfriend, he would always tell them the same story. In the third year when Katsuki had told him that if they were a hero duo, they would be unstoppable. Katsuki always told the people asking that he had fallen first.
Ejirou was grateful for that. Because the truth of it happened years before when they were still in middle school, a time he still didn't like anyone knowing about. A time before he found himself and who he wanted to be. Katsuki never cared about stuff like that. He had made up with who he had been in middle school. Ejirou admired that about him.
Ejirou stared at the circle of boys, his fists curled into his middle school uniform. He should say something. He should do something. But his feet didn't move as one of the boys picked up a rock. His mouth didn't work as they tossed it in the air before catching it.
Because what if they turned? What if the rock came for Ejirou instead of the boy in front of them? He could block. He could use his quirk. But they wouldn't stop. He knew these boys. They didn't stop, too untouchable by the teachers and other students. Maybe if he had been born a more offensive quirk. He couldn't even defend the other boy with his quirk as they took aim.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" A new voice asked, loud in the alley. "Drop the fucking rock." It ordered.
He turned, seeing the newcomer on the edge of the alley. Opposite where he was standing. "Excuse you?" The ringleader asked, a boy Ejirou had never bothered learning the name of. He didn't know the name of anyone in his class.
"You heard me." The new boy said. His hair was spiked blond, a style Ejirou had only seen in magazines. His hands were in his pocket like he didn't care at all, his posture relaxed. Somehow it was more intimidating than any of the boys around. "Drop the fucking rock." He enunciated every word, his eyebrows raised in challenge
Ejirou might not know their names but he knew what they were like. They took the challenge. "Would you rather get the rock? The fucker here decided his quirk was better than ours."
"Yet you're throwing a rock instead of fighting with your quirk." His hands left his pocket. "Want to compare quirks?" His hands flexed, his foot falling back.
The ringleader stepped forward, the rock falling from his hands. The others all turned to face the new opponent and Ejirou's eyes jumped to the form of the small boy. Ejirou wasn't small. He was tall and loud and anyone would be able to see him coming. But as he heard what sounded like mini fireworks from the newcomer, he also moved.
He darted between the wall and the group, grabbing the small boy's shoulders. "Up. C'mon." He said, trying to pull him forward.
The boy was shaking though, his eyes filled with tears that made Ejirou's heart hurt. Maybe if he had stepped up earlier, he wouldn't be crying. "I'm going to pick you up." He said, trying to get his arms under the boy.
He managed to pick him up, stumbling slightly at the weight. The boy wrapped his arms around Ejirou's neck, his dog ears flattening to his head. He made it a few shaky steps before someone yelled. "They're working together!" One of the other boys screamed before Ejirou saw a flash of something and a rock nailed him in between the eyes.
He stumbled, his face scrunching up in pain as he forced himself to shoulder the boy away, running with the one in his arms.
The pops grew louder but he didn't stop running as blood trickled down his face and his chest heaved at the exertion. "Almost there." He groaned even though he didn't know where they were going.
His legs eventually gave up as he tripped on a curb, scratching as they hit the floor below. The kid in his arms scrambled away and Ejirou watched him leave, his ears up and alert as he darted further away.
It took a moment to clear the haze from his head, his eyes blinking slowly before water got dumped on his head. "Hey@" he sputtered, spitting out water as he flipped onto his back.
"Brat didn't even have the decency to thank you." Someone muttered and Ejirou recognized it immediately, squinting out of the water to look at him.
His eyebrows were drawn in anger, his lip quirked up as he crouched in front of Ejirou. "Fucker left you bleeding after you saved him." He mumbled, tapping a towel to Ejirou's forehead.
He blinked at the boy in front of him, his red eyes full of fire. "You saved him." He said once he realized he had to actually say something if he wanted the boy to stay.
The boy scoffed, folding the towel up before he pushed it against Ejirou's head. He hissed slightly, holding it in place. "What are you talking about? You got him out. I just beat some bullies asses."
"Are you okay?" Ejirou asked, realizing he hadn't yet.
The boy scoffed, nodding as he stood up. "Course I am. They need to realize there's better people to help then bullying those with quirks who can fucking do something."
Ejirou raised an eyebrow, adjusting the towel so it didn't block his eyes. "What do you-"
"Keep the towel. I don't want it." He said before he was gone and Ejirou could only stare after him.
He stared in the mirror, running his hands up as he tried to make his straight hair hold any shape. Not any shape- he wanted those spikes the boy had. Maybe if he looked slightly like him he could be as strong as him. He could defend the kids from bullies in his class and stop just freezing up.
But his hair was fighting with him, falling in front of his face, smacking him with the gel he had bought with his allowance. "Dang it!" He yelled as another piece fell down.
"Eji?" Mom asked as she gently knocked on the door. "You alright?"
He groaned, leaning back on the counter he had perched on to be closer to the mirror. "You can come in." He mumbled, making sure the door was unlocked.
She did so, gently pushing open the door. Her eyes went wide as she stared at the mess before she laughed slightly. "Well now, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" She asked, with a grin.
Ejirou groaned, pushing down the one hair strand that had decided to stay up. "Can you help?" He asked, holding out the gel container.
She stared at it before she shook her head. "I love you darling, but I am not touching that gel covered thing. Eugh. Fuck that." She shook her hands and he laughed, setting it down. It slid on the counter and he wiped his hands on his shirt, getting another disgusted noise from his mom.
"I'm trying to make my hair all spiky. But its so straight." He whined and she nodded slowly.
He turned to pout at her and she sighed, rubbing her eyes. "Get this cleaned up and I'll take you to my stylist. They can help you more than I can."
Ejirou grinned, shifting to get off the counter. He stumbled, his legs sliding on the counter. "Shit!" His mom yelled, jumping forward.
She grabbed him before she hit the floor, groaning as she relaxed into the floor. "Sorry!" He squeaked, now sitting on top of her.
"Get off me before you break my bones." She groaned and he did, slipping slightly before he stood up. "How did you have more gel on you then in your hair?" She complained, pulling at her shirt now covered in gel.
He laughed, collecting the mess. He opened a drawer before she grabbed his wrist quickly. "What?" He asked, blinking at her.
"Clean the gel off before you just throw them in." She explained, sighing loudly. He laughed, nodding as she let go of his hand and laid back on the floor. "I live here now. Bury my old bones in gel at this fucking point."
"Mom! Where are my shoes?" He yelled, scrambling off of the couch as his feet slipped on the tile. "Mom!"
"Probably wherever you left them?" She yelled back through a closed door. "Cab I not take a shit in peace?"
He ignored her, grabbing the shoes from where he had thrown them beside the door, slipping them on as quickly as he could. He ran for the door, his shoes half on. "I'll be back later!" He screamed into the apartment.
His mom yelled something back but he was already gone, taking the stairs two at a time as he booked it to the train station. The news feed ran in his mind, the words a mess as he only saw that face. Those red eyes full of fire and the blond hair dressed up in spikes.
Except the slime had been weighing it down and those eyes looked almost dim in the camera. He ran faster, his mind spinning. He wouldn't hesitate again. That wasn't him anymore and he needed to run. He needed to save that boy like he had saved Ejirou from just watching that day.
He ran for the train, hating it as soon as he stepped on. It was the fastest way to get across the city but it wasn't fast enough. If he had a useful quirk he could be there faster. Anything to just get there and clear the pops that had stuck in his head since the news had switched to the villain attack.
Why weren't the heroes doing anything? Why wasn't anyone doing anything? There was no way he was going to make it in time but he was going to try. He wouldn't stand around anymore. That's why he was trying to get into UA. He wouldn't be weak anymore.
The second the train lurched to a stop, he ran again, thankful for those hours of training he had started putting in at the gym. He hated the treadmill but as long as his stamina was good. He'd make it.
He ran in the direction people flocked too, no explosions or fire appearing. Only sirens were left and his heart ached at the thought of one of those carrying away his rescuer. He ran faster.
He skidded to a stop a block away, pausing as a green haired kid ran past him. His fave was soaked with tears but before Ejirou could ask what was wrong, he was already gone, running faster than should have been possible.
Ejirou turned down the alley, freezing in his tracks as he saw the blond haired boy. His back was turned toward Ejirou, his shoulders shaking slightly. He took a step towards him before heroes appeared, surrounding the boy.
"C'mon. We need to get you checked out." One said, grabbing his shoulder.
The boy shoved it off quickly, shoving his hands in his pockets. "'M fucking fine." He mumbled, starting to walk back to where the heroes had come from.
Ejirou watched him go, ignoring to urge to run to his side. He doubted the boy would even recognize him anymore. It was fine. He was safe even if Ejirou hadn't been the one to save him.
Ejirou stared up at the large building, his hands shaking slightly as he grabbed at the straps on his bag. This was it. Where he finally learned if that year of training was going to pay off. If he finally had learned to stop freezing and start moving.
"Okay. You got this." He mumbled to himself, starting up the steps. He got halfway before someone laughed, shoving someone else backwards. They clipped his shoulder and he startled, trying to flip around so he wasn't falling straight back.
Before he could, someone grabbed his shoulder, pushing him to his feet. "Watch where you're going, shitty hair." The person mumbled and Ejirou gasped, spinning around to face them.
All arguments he had about how amazing his hair was were instantly gone as he met fiery red eyes. They regarded him for only a second before the boy continued up the stairs, his hands stuffed into his pockets.
Ejirou blinked after him, his brain struggling to work before he disappeared inside the building. He touched his hair slightly, groaning when he realized he had forgotten to style it that morning.
"Ejirou!" Someone yelled and he spun around in time to catch Ashido as she jumped at him. "Who was that?" She asked, dropping from his arms.
He shook his head slightly, swallowing. "Uh- you remember that boy I've mentioned with the popping hands?"
Ashido rolled her eyes, dragging him up the stairs. "You mean the boy you can't shut up about when something is slightly red?"
Ejirou groaned, burying his face in his hands as he let Ashido pull him forward. "I'm not that bad." He argued getting a small huff.
"Girl, if you aren't that bad then I'm not pink." He looked up as she gestured to her entire pink self and he reburied his face in his hands. "Why didn't you say hi then?"
"I don't want to distract him." Ejirou reasoned. "Plus, what if he makes it in and I don't? What if I make it in and he doesn't? That'd make it weird and I doubt he even remembers me. We only met once-"
"Twice." Ashido cut in. "The slime incident."
"Once." Ejirou said sharply. "He doesn't know I was there that time."
She sighed, falling back into him dramatically. He grunted, keeping her moving forward as people walked around them. "My poor hopeless homo! Whatever shall you do?"
He grinned, flicking her on the forehead gently. She sat up, rubbing at her forehead. "I'll talk to him later. I swear."
"Mhm." She muttered, pausing in front of the exam room doors. "You better."
He took the seating assignment he was given, frowning when he realized it wasn't by Ashido. "Must be because they know you yap too much." She joked and he stuck his tongue out.
She did the same back before she raced up the stairs to her seat. Ejirou took his time, examining the letters on each set of chairs he passed. A. B. C. D. He slid down the D row, looking at the numbers on each desk. "26?" Someone asked and he looked up to meet those fiery red eyes. "You're next to me."
Ejirou stared at him, his mind trying to figure out what he was supposed to do next. How did one just talk to someone like this? If he didn't, than would Ashido call him a coward? She probably would regardless but still he wanted to talk to this boy.
"Sit the fuck down." He ordered, pushing out Ejirou's chair with his foot.
Ejirou slid in quickly, earning a small huff from the boy. "Thanks." He whispered and the boy rolled his eyes, his pencil tapping against the table.
"I'm-"
"Alright you wannabe students!" The teacher yelled and Ejirou glanced up, quickly looking back down as he realized what hero it was.
The boy next to him scoffed. "She's fucking covered." He said and Ejirou glanced up to realize he was right. The hero that was on the late night news he had snuck into the living room to watch, was fully covered, a stylish dress flowing around her.
"She's so manly." He whispered.
The boy next to him scoffed but before Ejirou could defend the term he had taken to using since finding Crimson Riot, the tests were being passed out. He just needed to pass this part before the physical. Even if schoolwork wasn't his strong suit.
The blond has darted away before Ejirou could catch him, not that he had any desire too. He would have actually had to talk to him and that sounded horrifying. Again, he would do it later. It would be fine. As long as he passed this part.
Ashido bounded up to him, lacing an arm in his. "You gonna talk to him?" She asked, leading him through the crowds of people all heading the the training grounds.
Ejirou shook his head. "I don't want to throw him off. I'm sure he'll do fine no matter what but I don't want to be the reason he doesn't pass if he doesn't pass." He said and Ashido just hummed, pulling him faster.
She was able to duck between people's arms but he shoulder checked everyone, apologizing the entire way through. "We have to get to the front." She complained, practically running at this point.
He panted as she finally slowed down, now the very first few people in front of the large gate. "I think I might have given someone a concussion." He mumbled and Ashido laughed, shaking her head.
"They'll be fine." She paused before adding, "If you did, then maybe we'll have a better shot of winning this thing."
He shook his head quickly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and neck as he leaned onto her. "That's probably considered cheating."
She shrugged, groaning as he dropped more weight onto her. "You weigh as much as a damn hippo. Off! Off!" She yelled, pushing at his arms.
He was about to push it and lean in more before he caught sight of blond hair through the crowd. "He's here!" He said in a half whisper, half yell, standing up and scanning to see if he could see it again.
Ashido choked, kicking at his shin. "Eji- Ejirou!" She yelled as he searched.
"Woah there!" A voice said, a hand touching his shoulder. "Do we have an issue with in fighting already, dears?" Midnight asked, tapping his shoulder.
Ejirou spun to face her and she tapped his arms softly. He glanced down, quickly letting go of Ashido who gasped, dropping to her knees. "Oh my god! Are you okay?" He asked, dropping down to her level.
"I'm all for a little choking, but let's make sure it's consensual next time, alright?" She joked but was gone before Ejirou could question it.
Ashido panted, slapping his hand away. "You are talking to that boy before you kill me with your gayness." She wheezed, rubbing at her neck. "You tall strong stupid homosexual."
He laughed awkwardly, helping her to her feet as she groaned. "You can't talk. You are such a lesbian." He mumbled.
She huffed, raising an eyebrow. "I have never almost choked someone out because I was too busy being gay." She argued. "This is now the second time you have because you've been focusing an talking about the blond haired angel in your dreams."
Ejirou groaned, his face flushing as he dropped it to rest on Ashido's shoulder. "'M sorry." He mumbled and she laughed, tapping his cheek.
"You're fine. But if it happens again, I will melt your ass. Hardening or no hardening."
He nodded, taking a steadying breath as he stared at his shoes. He could do this. This is what he trained his entire life- well the past few years for. One year? Few years? Enough.
He would pass and he would talk to the cute boy. "You have your rules! You have your youth!" Midnight yelled, now on the large podium overlooking the crowd. "Now go have your glory!"
She didn't count down as the gates opened and Ashido was gone, far faster then Ejirou was. "Go go you slowpokes!" Midnight yelled and he was off. The exact opposite way from those distracting pops or oranges and reds.
That was an issue for another day.
Ejirou's breath failed as he stepped into the classroom, listening to someone yell at another to remove their feet from a desk. Not just another person. Him. The person Ejirou had been secretly praying had been in the other class because he would never hope the other boy didn't make it in. He was too tough for that.
Ashido bumped into him, groaning as she rubbed at her face. "Eji. You are a fucking brick wall. Move your ass inside." She shoved at him and he stumbled forward, his gaze held on the blond who had his eyes shut and chair back, ignoring the blue haired boy.
Ashido paused beside him to look at the boy, her face twisted in disgust. "Real charmer you picked there, huh Eji?" She asked and he grabbed her face, shoving a hand over her mouth quickly.
She licked his hand and he groaned, wiping it on her shirt. "Not having you almost suffocate me again over that Pomeranian looking ass." She mumbled, rubbing her shirt onto his.
"He's not-" Ejirou started to say before he paused. "I can see it with the hair and- wait, do I look like one?" He asked, pointing to his styled hair.
She cackled, shoving it down before he slapped at her hand. "The bright ass red makes you look like a fire hydrant."
"Well yours makes you look like bubblegum!" He argued and she grinned.
"At least mine is natural." She taunted back, sticking her tongue out at him.
He groaned, grabbing at her bag as she ducked out of his reach. She stumbled backwards, screaming as she tripped over something. A brunette girl grabbed her before Ejirou could, her feet leaving the floor quickly.
"Are you okay?" The girl asked, grabbing Ashido's hand.
She pulled her back down, tapping her fingers together as Ashido settled on the floor. "Now that I'm in the arms of an angel I am." Ashido said and Ejirou fought back an audible groan as the brunette's face went bright red.
"It is too early for this." A voice said from the floor and Ejirou slowly looked down at what Ashido had tripped over in the first place. "Get to your seats." A man in a caterpillar yellow sleeping bag mumbled, a small pouch of something appearing from the depths of the bag.
Ejirou almost died running to his seat. His seat that was next to the blonde boy. The universe was torturing him for refusing to act.
The locker room wasn't much better. In fact- it wasn't better at all. Because now Ejirou had to act like he wasn't watching the boy take his shirt off, his back muscles stretching with the movement, showcasing the skill he had.
"Drooling over a boy on the first day?" Someone asked and Ejirou spun around to find a boy with yellow hair and a black bolt of lightning through it. "Not even the Todoroki boy?" He gestured towards a boy with two toned hair and multiple scars over his back.
He shrugged, looking away quickly. He had changed in locker rooms before but never when he was actively crushing on one of the boys. "He's not my type?" He whispered softly.
The yellow haired boy shrugged. "Hey, at least I admire my options. You stare at him any harder and I think you'll actually make a hole in his back."
"Is it that obvious?" Ejirou whispered, turning back to his locker to dress himself.
The boy laughed, nodding quickly. "You are not as smooth as your friend was earlier. She snatched Ochako up before I could even give it a try."
Ejirou groaned, sliding his shirt on before he dropped his face into the locker. "Kill me now. Put me out of my misery, dude."
The boy patted his back. "Names Kaminari. And nah. It's good to know there's at least one person under me on the smoothness meter."
He groaned louder and the boy laughed before he walked away, leaving Ejirou to his misery. He would never officially meet the other boy if he was too much of a coward to even leave the safety of his locker. It was very safe inside.
"You're going to be tardy and out everyone else behind!" Someone said loudly from behind him and he sighed, dragging himself out.
He shut the locker quickly, following the blue haired boy out to join everyone else on the small field. "There you are you slowpoke!" Ashido yelled, bounding over to Ejirou. "Guess who's number I got!" She declared, waving a slip of paper in the air.
Ejirou stared at her and she grinned, pushing his mouth closed. "Class just started!" He said and she shrugged.
"And I'm just that good." She declared, shoving it into her pocket. "Did you talk to your boy yet?"
Ejirou shook his head slowly but the teacher started speaking before he could. He'd talk to him later. Probably. Maybe not.
The tests were simple enough when he ignored the boy he couldn't actually ignore. Sure his quirk didn't help him much with the toe touch, or the running, or even the ball toss. It had helped on the grip strength though. Which gave him plenty more time to watch the blond excel in everything else.
By the time class was over, Ejirou was sweating with exertion, panting with the stress of trying to look his best. He doubted the blond, who he learned was named Bakugo, even paid him much mind. His eyes were only on the green haired boy who Ejirou almost thought looked familiar.
He collapsed onto the field with Ashido, throwing his head back dramatically to lay over her. "I'm doomed! My love will never look at me the same! I'm simply not manly enough!"
Ashido groaned, dropping a bag on his dace before she leaned onto it. "Ignore him, Ochako. He's a hopeless romantic who is too much of a coward to even talk to his crush."
Someone laughed and Ejirou tipped his head to look out from under the bag. He hadn't even seen the brunette girl sitting there. "School just started. How can you have a crush already?"
Ejirou mumbled something but Ashido pushed the bag down more, blocking it out. "He's crushed since middle school." She said simply. "But do you not believe in love at first sight?"
Ejirou gagged at the line and Ashido smacked him on the head. "Pinky." A sharp voice said and Ejirou's heart lept as he tried to get out from under her.
She leaned into the bag more and he could practically sense her grin as he ought. "Yessss Bakugo?" She asked, drawing the word out.
"I need to talk to shitty hair." He said sharply.
Ejirou fought the urge to scream into the bag as Ashido hummed. "What's the magic word?" She teased.
There was a beat of silence before a hand grabbed Ejirou's jacket by the collar, dragging him up. Ashido's bag fell off his face as he stumbled forward, trying to get his balance. "Got him." Bakugo stated, his hand still tight on Ejirou's collar.
Ashido laughed and Ejirou looked back at her in horror as Bakugo dragged him away. "Have fun, boys!" She teased, waving her fingers.
Ejirou yelled in surprise as Bakugo tossed him forward, barely managing to stay on his feet. "What the fuck was that?" He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.
He looked just as good as Ejirou had thought he did. His blond spiky hair and those firey red eyes filled with determination. Directed at Ejirou right now. "Uh- what?" He asked sheepishly.
The boy knocked a finger against his forehead, tapping the small, almost invisible scar. "If that's your fucking quirk then why did I have to clean up your bloodied forehead? Why'd you let those assholes hit you with a rock?"
Ejirou shook his head slightly. "I didn't think about it! It wasn't on purpose!" He argued, rubbing at the spot.
Bakugo huffed. "You got a cool ass quirk. Use the fucking thing. I'm not patching you up again."
"Maybe I'll patch you up next time to repay the favor!" Ejirou said and Bakugo scoffed. "I didn't think you'd notice me with my hair now."
The blond eyed him up and down and Ejirou fought the urge to squirm slightly. "You can give the cat a fancy new bell, but it's still a cat." He finally said before he seemed to cringe at his own words.
"So I'm a cat?" Ejirou asked and the blonde scoffed, walking away. "No hold on! What type of cat?"
"I'm done, shitty hair!" Bakugo said but Ejirou was already bounding after him. He had an in and he was going to latch onto it until he made this boy fall in love with him.
Ejirou glanced away from the first year graduation photo, yawning slightly as he whisked the eggs yolks together. The sun hadn't even peeked into the apartment yet but the smell of pancakes and eggs filled it. He grinded the pepper into it, shaking it out to get every flake before he kept whisking.
When he was finally happy with it, he dropped them onto the small tray beside the pancakes, covering the tray back up. He reached for the bacon before strong hands wrapped around his waist, underneath the apron, the warm body chasing away the last bit of morning cold.
"Why aren't you wearing a shirt, dumbass?" Katsuki grumbled, tucking his forehead into the small of Ejirou's shoulder. "You know you get fucking cold."
Ejirou hummed, dropping bacon into the dish. "Because I know you can't resist cuddles if it cools you down." Ejirou said truthfully getting a grumble from the man behind him.
He chuckled, swaying slightly on his feet as he watched the bacon curl and pop. "You're always so agreeable in the mornings." He joked, getting a small punch on his stomach in return.
He grinned as Katsuki swayed with him, his breath hot on Ejirou's neck. "Is this your stupid kiss the cook apron that Pinky bought you?" He asked, raising his face enough to set his chin on Ejirou's shoulder instead.
Ejirou grinned, nodding. "It's simply a suggestion." He said, shifting slightly so he could spin around to face him.
Katsuki glared up at him, those fiery red eyes so perfect. "Why the fuck did you have to get taller then me?" He asked before he stood on his toes slightly, gently kissing Ejirou's lips.
He melted into it, moving to Katsuki's height as he wrapped his arms around his neck, licking at his lips. Katsuki grinned, opening his mouth slightly, letting Ejirou take the lead. He bit at his lip and Katsuki groaned slightly, pulling away. "We still have work, you dumbass." He mumbled, running his tongue along the cut skin.
Ejirou whined, kissing Katsuki's cheek and hand. "You're the one who started it." He complained.
Katsuki snorted, shoving against his face. "Fucking dog." He mumbled before he reached around Ejirou. He dropped a piece of bacon in his mouth as he pulled away from the stove, grinning wickedly.
Ejirou glanced back, his eyes going wide. "You jerk! That one was mine and you know it!" He yelled and Katsuki flipped him off, moving around the island before Ejirou could catch him.
Ejirou huffed, turning back to the last two pieces, shutting the heat off. "Bleh. How the fuck can you eat all this fat?" Katsuki asked and Ejirou rolled his eyes slightly. "The actual meat is better."
"That's why I made you those pieces for me!" Ejirou groaned, dropping Katsuki's pieces onto the tray with the others, discarding the foil. "I'm eating yours then."
Katsuki grinned, passing by him as he moved into the kitchen for the plates. "Sure you are." He joked and Ejirou rolled his eyes, sliding the tray onto the table.
He reached across to grab the paperwork that had been left the night before, straining to reach it. "Mine!" Katsuki yelled before a hand slapped Ejirou's butt and he shrieked, jumping up.
He grabbed Katsuki's hand quickly, the man flashing that wicked smile that made Ejirou's heart flutter even seven years after their first date, the day after graduation. He took the plates from Katsuki, sliding them across the table before he took his other hand.
Katsuki grinned, licking his lips of bacon grease slightly as he strained in Ejirou's hold. "Just gonna stare, you weirdo?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
Ejirou dropped one hand to run a thumb along Katsuki's cheek, raising their still joined hands to kiss the back of Katsuki's hand. "Just wondering." He mumbled against the scarred skin.
Katsuki raised an eyebrow, not pulling out of Ejirou's grip. "Wondering what?" He asked hesitantly. "How to seem like a fucking weirdo?"
Ejirou shook his head, pressing his lips against Katsuki's forehead. "Wondering how you'll look when we get a real home together. Standing in your kitchen."
Katsuki's face flushed and he shoved against Ejirou's trying and failing to free himself. "You sly, smooth motherfucker!" He yelled and from this distance Ejirou could feel his heart pounding.
"Wondering how you'd look with a blond haired mini me copy of yourself beside you." He continued, watching Katsuki's face grow redder.
"Don't make stupid fucking jokes like that." Katsuki grumbled, his struggle to escape Ejirou less.
Ejirou shook his head slightly. "You've known me for over ten years. Do I look like I'm joking right now?" He asked and Katsuki's eyes widened in surprise.
"Ejirou- don't-"
"Katsuki Bakugo." He said softly and Katsuki's next words were lost. "I want to spend every morning with you. I want to fight to make the world safer together and I want to come home and sleep beside you. I want to tend to your every wound and every whim. I want to have every first we can have together."
He lowered himself slowly and Katsuki tried to pull him up but it was weak. "Ejirou- I-"
"Katsuki Bakugo." He said, using his now free hand to dig into the pocket of the apron. Katsuki let go of his hand to rub at his face as Ejirou opened the box slowly. "Will you marry me?"
Katsuki stared for a moment, the apartment falling into silence. Ejirou's heart pounded in his ears as he stared at his boyfriend's red eyes. He was never going to freeze again and wait for something to happen. He was going to be the one to do it.
Even if that meant hoping, praying, waiting for Katsuki to say a single word. "Yes." He finally whispered and all of Ejirou's worries faded away. "Fuck yes!" He yelled before he tackled Ejirou, sending them flying to the floor.
Their foreheads knocked together and Ejirou was crying so hard his hands wouldn't hold the ring steady enough to slide onto his boyfriend's finger. No- his fiancé's finger. His soon to be husband's finger.
He would tell people the truth about his pining eventually. But for now, that was a secret only they shared.