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When Hitoshi comes home, he's surprised to find his parents sitting on the couch, almost uncomfortably stiff and with no chatter between them to speak of, which is unheard of, especially in Yamada’s case.
"Hello?" Hitoshi greets them a little cautiously because he certainly didn't know they were coming over but before either of them can say something, Katsuki calls out to him.
"Welcome back, troll doll," he shouts over from the kitchen and Hitoshi immediately makes his way over, parents momentarily forgotten.
He hasn't seen Katsuki all day and he wasn't actually expecting him to visit today either, though it's also not that big of a surprise. Katsuki has a key for a reason, just like Hitoshi has one to his apartment.
"Hi," he almost breathlessly says when he reaches him and envelops Katsuki from behind, squeezing him until Katsuki lets out a breathless protest.
"Get the fuck away from me and entertain our guests," he grumbles and elbows Hitoshi for good measure, too, who leaves Katsuki standing right where he is and turns back to his parents.
"What are you guys doing here? Did we make plans?" Hitoshi wants to know as he goes over and greets them properly now and Aizawa and Yamada share a glance.
"Why's Bakugo here," Aizawa states in that flat way he has and Hitoshi frowns.
"Why wouldn't he be?" he gives back, because of course Katsuki would be here and Yamada sighs.
"Toshi, sweetest son of mine, usually you tell your dear, beloved parents when you move in with someone."
"Yeah," Hitoshi agrees, because that usually is something he would tell his parents.
When he doesn't get anything but blank stares in return, his eyes dart over to Katsuki, still cooking away in the kitchen and understanding dawns on him.
"We didn't, though," he belatedly adds, which only seems to confuse Aizawa and Yamada further.
"He let us in," Aizawa tells him and of course Katsuki did, because—
"He has a key."
"And he's comfortable in your kitchen," Yamada observes and this time it's Aizawa who lets out a deep sigh.
"You usually also tell your parents that you have a boyfriend because we're required by law to put the fear of the gods into him over dinner."
Yamada lets out a delighted little gasp, clasping his hands together.
"Boyfriends," he whispers and now it's on Hitoshi to frown.
"But we're not—"
"Oi, eggplant!" Katsuki calls out in that moment and when he steps into the living-room there's murder in his eyes. "I told you last week to get eggs. Where the fuck are they?"
"Oh, fuck," Hitoshi breathes out because he totally forgot.
Katsuki even put it down on his grocery list and Hitoshi still forgot and Katsuki is actually going to kill him.
"Shit, angel, I'm so sorry," he rushes out and Katsuki glares at him.
"You better be. Now get the hell out of here or you'll go hungry today," he tells him and Hitoshi turns around on his heels, rushing back towards the front door.
"Sorry, dad, papa, gotta go or you'll be son-less very soon!" he calls out over his shoulder right before he rushes out because Katsuki will make his life a living hell should he not get the eggs to him in approximately ten minutes.
Hitoshi can do the grocery store run in eight, though. It's not the first time this happens after all.
~*~*~
Hitoshi lets himself into Katsuki's apartment, and immediately regrets that decision when he hears Katsuki and his mother bickering from the living-room.
Well, Katsuki really could have warned him that they were over, but now it's too late and Hitoshi sure as fuck is not going to go to his own apartment, not when he can crash right here.
"Oi, zombie face, that you?" Katsuki calls out as if it could be anyone else and Hitoshi sighs before he gets moving.
"Sure is, angel. Hello," he politely greets Katsuki's parents because he never really got a good read on them and he has no clue on how to act with them around.
Thankfully Katsuki has always been there so far to take the worst of it all and Hitoshi will forever be grateful to him.
"Hello again," Katsuki's father gives back, but his mother only stares long and hard at Hitoshi, before she sniffs and turns back to Katsuki.
"Really? Really?! This is how we find out?" she demands to know and her voice grates in Hitoshi's ears in a way Katsuki's could never, despite being equally as loud.
"Sorry, one moment please," Hitoshi interrupts them before they can fall into another screaming match, "Kats, angel, listen, I just came back from a shift of hell and I'm gonna crash, alright?"
"Do whatever," Katsuki says with a shrug and a roll of his eyes to boot because this is not really Hitoshi asking for permission but more letting him know and he damn well knows it, too. "You know where my toothbrush is," Katsuki almost off-handedly says and fuck, Hitoshi forgot to buy one for himself.
Again.
"Your toothbrush?" his mother screeches out and slams both hands on the table. "You share a toothbrush?"
She sounds thoroughly disgusted but both Hitoshi and Katsuki simply shrug, before Hitoshi gets going, suddenly desperate to hide himself away in Katsuki's bed and bury himself underneath his way too comfortable blanket.
"You can't drink from the same bottle as us but you share a toothbrush with him?" his dad's much softer voice carries over right before Hitoshi closes the door behind him and he lets out a small, relieved breath.
Getting ready for bed takes less than five minutes but when he wants to slink off to the bedroom, Katsuki stops him.
"Wait up, you fucker," he calls after him, just before Hitoshi can enter the bedroom and he obediently turns around, only to come nose to nose with Katsuki, who takes his face into his hands. "You good? Any injuries?" he wants to know, voice low and worried and all the tension Hitoshi was carrying around leaves him in a rush.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, nuzzling his face into Katsuki's hands before he mutters out a "No, just tired."
"You lying?"
"No."
There's a beat of silence before Katsuki cards his fingers through Hitoshi's hair and then lets him go.
"Go sleep. I don't wanna see you for the next five hours."
"Sounds good to me," Hitoshi decides and leans forward to hug Katsuki for a moment before he lets go and finally, finally sinks into the most comfortable bed he has ever known.
It's closer to eight hours before he sees Katsuki again.
~*~*~
There's a worried crease on Katsuki's forehead when he gets off the phone and Hitoshi lets himself fall sideways, face in Katsuki's lap, so he can look up at him.
"Something wrong?"
"Shitty hair wanted to talk to me. He sounded—stressed."
"Relationship problems?" Hitoshi guesses and Katsuki groans.
"Probably. Fuck."
"Want me to get some snacks ready?"
Kirishima is the worst stress-snacker Hitoshi knows and if they don't have anything ready then the situation is only going to get worse.
"Sure," Katsuki agrees, clearly worried for his stressed friend and Hitoshi carefully flicks his forehead.
"You can't be worried, too. If he's stressed and wants to talk to you then he wants to hear it how it is,” he reminds him, because their friends don't come to Katsuki to be coddled and being told it's going to be alright.
They come to him to get the cold, harsh truth and Katsuki never fails to deliver that.
"Keep your smart ass remarks and get going on the snacks," Katsuki says and pushes him off the couch for his trouble but Hitoshi easily catches himself and springs back up.
"Yes, sir!" He fake salutes Katsuki and then darts off before he can retaliate by any violent measures but Hitoshi still spots some of that tension leaking out of Katsuki's shoulders and really that was all he wanted.
It's not long before Kirishima arrives and by then various snacks have been laid out on the table for him but he freezes when he steps into the living-room.
"You said you're alone," he says with an accusing look at Hitoshi who hovers in the doorway to the kitchen, suddenly unsure of what’s going on.
"Yeah?" Katsuki gives back, his eyes narrowing.
"Shinsou is here though?" Kirishima says as if that needs pointing out, as if maybe Katsuki hasn't realised that and Katsuki looks back at him.
"So?"
"That's not really being alone?"
"It kind of is?" Katsuki shoots back, clearly confused.
"I can—go?" Hitoshi offers hesitantly, even though he very much intended to stay for the next few days and immediately, Katsuki's eyes blaze with anger.
"Don't be fucking stupid, you're not going anywhere. If shitty hair has a problem with that, he can leave."
He levels Kirishima with a look, clearly daring him to protest, but all Kirishima does is let out a long breath.
"You two are way too tangled up in each other," he mutters, which only makes Katsuki beam at him.
"Thanks. Now, the hell do you want to talk about?"
Kirishima throws one more look at Hitoshi before clearly coming to the conclusion that they are a package deal and then he delves right in.
They run out of snacks faster than Hitoshi can replenish them.
~*~*~
Hitoshi blearily blinks his eyes open when he feels Katsuki sliding into bed. He stays on his own side, like he always does, like Hitoshi prefers him to, but still, Hitoshi leans forward to briefly press his forehead to Katsuki's shoulder.
"Go back to sleep, troll doll," Katsuki whispers, carding his fingers through Hitoshi's hair, who almost falls back asleep instantly, before the nagging voice in his mind insists he speaks up.
"Kats?" His voice comes out all scratchy from sleep and Katsuki hums, signalling that he heard him.
"What is this, what are we really?" Hitoshi asks and he can practically feel the confusion radiating off Katsuki.
"The hell do you mean?"
"Our parents think we're together. Mine called us boyfriends," Hitoshi mutters because it's still replaying in his mind almost daily even though it's been ages and it still feels as wrong as it did the very first time he heard it.
"Yours thought it was strange we use the same toothbrush," Hitoshi goes on and Katsuki turns towards him.
"Let me guess, the thing with shitty hair is bothering you, too," he hazards and Hitoshi nods before he shakes his head.
"Well, it doesn't bother me, not that. It's just. I don't love you, romantically, and we're not boyfriends."
"Hell no, we aren't," Katsuki immediately agrees and just like that, Hitoshi already feels better.
"And I don't wanna kiss you or have sex with you," Hitoshi goes on and he can practically hear the face Katsuki makes at him.
"Fuck no," he vehemently says and Hitoshi melts into the mattress for a brief moment before he tenses up again.
"But I think if you wanted to do that with anyone else, that would low-key kill me," he admits and there's a beat of silence, one that makes Hitoshi's stomach drop out before Katsuki speaks again.
"I'd kill anyone who touched you," he says, almost calmly, as if he's commenting on the weather and Hitoshi huffs out a laugh.
"Yeah, same," he agrees, because he would, too.
It doesn't make anything clearer though, because Katsuki is his in a way that doesn't fit any of the typical names people have for each other and it was never a problem until people started to make all of these assumptions about them.
"But what does that make us?" he dares to ask after a moment and Katsuki shuffles closer until he can press their foreheads together.
"It makes us an 'us'," he decides and there's no room for doubt in his voice. "I don't want to kiss you and I don't want to fuck you and I sure as hell do not want to call you my boyfriend, but you're still mine." He lets that sit for a moment before he goes on. "That okay with you?"
"More than," Hitoshi breathes out, because it's right, it's good, in a way the label 'boyfriend' very much was not and Hitoshi moves closer, moulds himself into the curve of Katsuki's body and even though they are not big on cuddling in bed, this definitely feels right.
"Now shut off your shitty brain and go the hell back to sleep," Katsuki grumbles after a moment and just for that, Hitoshi pokes him into the side before he attempts to crush him with his arms.
"You're a menace," Katsuki wheezes out but he doesn't try to get away and he stays right where he is and when they fall asleep like that, it's with a smile on their faces because maybe this doesn't make any sense to anyone else but to them it does.
It definitely does and it means the world to them and that is more than enough.