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Sighing heavily to himself, Shinsou grumbled as he shut his textbook.
"Fucking finally," he muttered under his breath. Why the hell do heroes have to give him so much math homework?
Digging his palms into his eyes, Shinsou turned off his desk lamp; his room shrouded itself in darkness. Getting up, he tidied his desk while making sure to actually remember to put his homework in his bag. He would not forget it... again. Cementos might actually kill him.
Finally moving to get into his bed, he paused when he heard a sudden thump sound. He stood frozen in the middle of his room and waited with bated breath, and surely the sound came again from—his window?
Moving silently to his window, he reached for the blinds, pulling them back to find Bakugou Katsuki perched on his roof, sitting right in front of his window with a smug look on his face.
Swallowing his shock, Shinsou quickly opened the hatch and pulled the other teen in by the cuff of his shirt.
"Miss me that much?" The blond grunted as he landed on his feet, not even remotely quietly, and stared at the hand still gripping his collar like it was a lifeline.
"What are you doing here?" Shinsou hissed quietly, releasing his hold on Bakugo's shirt and stepping away, crossing his arms over his chest to stare at him expectantly.
"I'm here to see my boyfriend. Fuck does it look like I'm doing?" Bakugou motioned around his room like it was obvious, and it was Shinsou being difficult. Meanwhile, the other groaned like he'd been sentenced to death.
"No shit. But if Aizawa catches you. It won't be pretty."
Bakugou scoffed, "I'm his star student." He said, practically puffing his chest out.
Shinsou cocked an eyebrow. "Really? Because I remember him calling you a 'problem child.'" he used air quotes; Bakugou glared at him.
"Don't get mouthy with me." He clicked his tongue. Shinsou scoffed,
"You came to my room in the middle of the night, Katsuki." Bakugou stared back at him silently, his eyes sharpening at the use of his first name. He sighed eventually before moving closer to the other, who uncrossed his arms and slowly began to take small steps backwards.
"Is it a crime to miss my boyfriend?" He asked in that low, gravelly tone he knew messed with Shinsou. Shinsou grumbled,
"No, but it is a crime to break into your boyfriend's room," Shinsou answered in a sarcastic drawl, the back of his legs hitting his bed frame as Bakugou cornered him; the other stopped moving with him, close enough that Shinsou felt his breath on his face.
The blond rolled his eyes. "You let me in, genius."
Shinsou hummed with a teasing smirk, eyeing the blond's lips as he grabbed the front of Bakugou's collar to pull him closer, tracing the collar in a slow, tantalizing way that had the other tracking his movements with bated breath. Shinsou smiled.
"Details." He mumbled before crashing his lips against the other's. Bakugou groaned into the kiss, tense shoulders finally relaxing and eyes fluttering shut to adjust properly to the kiss. Shinsou bit his lower lip, his eyebrows furrowed, and he pushed forward. Making them fall together onto Shinsou's bed. The kiss deepened from there when Shinsou slid his tongue into his mouth.
Bakugou supported himself on top of Shinsou as the others' hands traveled all over his body, from his chest to his waist, coming back up to wrap one around his neck, the other grabbing a fistful of ash-blond hair and gliding through it, softly scratching the base of his skull in soothing motions.
Bakugou hummed into the kiss at the motions and made quick work of his own hands, exploring all over the other teen's body, one hand moving to rest at his waist, squeezing to feel Shinso shiver against him. Shinsou pulled away from the kiss, his lips red and bitten, plump and glistening with spit, and his eyes lidded.
"Is this what you came here for?" He asked. Bakugou moved to kiss down from his jaw to his shoulder, humming like a question.
"I don't know. You tell me," he whispered against his neck as he made to press small kisses along it.
Shinsou gasped softly as he bit down suddenly, the hand in the blond's hair pulling roughly as a reaction, and Bakugo found himself grinding down on the other pinned below him. They moaned unanimously. Shinsou threw a leg over the other's hips to give him more room and a silent plea for more. Bakugou obliged.
"I missed you," Bakugou mumbled against his skin in between kisses, his breath hot and heavy on Shinsou's neck. Shinsou panted into his ear and squirmed under him.
"Me too—Katsuki," Shinsou groaned, and the blond moaned at the sound of his name coming from his boyfriend's mouth, sounding like that. Shinsou's hand moved down, traveling to the front of his pants. He was reaching to undo the belt on the other when the door slammed open.
"Shinsou, come play with me—!"
They pulled apart quickly enough, and while they looked disheveled beyond hell, Shinsou prayed to every god out there that Eri hadn't seen them.
"What have I told you about knocking?" Shinsou asked in an airy breath. Eri tilted her head and scrunched up her nose, looking adorably confused. Ignoring his question completely.
"I didn't know you were having a sleepover," she hummed to herself before backing out, closing the door behind her and leaving them in darkness again.
Shinsou sighed deeply before looking over to the blond who was—
"Are you really fucking laughing!?" He yelled, grabbing the nearest object—which happened to be a pillow—and throwing it at his boyfriend, who finally broke out into a fit of boisterous laughter after trying (clearly not very hard) to hold it in. Shinsou watched as the others' laughs quieted down into short, breathy wheezing laughs, and he brought a hand up to his eye to wipe a tear away.
"It was not that funny," Shinsou grumbled. After Bakugou calmed down enough, Shinsou posed a question.
"How screwed do you think we are?"
They both sat together in a few moments of silence before a sudden knocking on Shinsou's door made them both jump. Their heads snapped to each other, realization dawning on them quickly. Panicking, Shinsou motioned to his closet.
"Uhm, give me a minute!" He shouted at the door while ushering a panicked Bakugou into his closet. Once he closed the door, he sat on the edge of his bed and tried to look normal. Running a shaky hand through his mussed hair.
"Uh— come in!"
The door opened to reveal a very unimpressed-looking Aizawa as he stepped into the room. Before Shinsou could even attempt to make some sort of excuse, Aizawa held his hand up, effectively stopping the other from speaking.
"Where is he?" He asked grimly.
"Uhm—who?" His voice pitched at the end, and by the look Aizawa was giving him, he could tell he was doing a horrible job at hiding how nervous he was. A loud shuffling noise came from his closet, followed by low expletives, and Aizawa's head snapped to the closet door.
"Bakugou. Are you in my son's closet?"
Shinsou prayed he didn't answer; maybe then he could play the noise off as the house settling or something.
A muffled voice replied. Sealing their fate.
"Get out of the closet. Bakugou." Shinsou finally snipped a frown, coloring his voice, accepting defeat when his boyfriend awkwardly shuffled out of his closet and stood next to him, looking as if he was about to be sentenced to death.
"It's not what it looks like?" Shinsou tries to fill the silence as his dad stands there and stares at them. Aizawa somehow manages to look even more unimpressed with that.
"Right." He says dryly, eyes flicking between his son and the number one problem student. His eyes eventually make their way to the mark on Shinsou's neck.
He sighs.
"So then, what were you two doing?" He asks in a bored tone. The two teens seem to shrink in on themselves, and the ensuing silence is an answer in and of itself.
"Meet me downstairs in the living room." he uncrosses his arms and turns to make his way out the door, and Shinsou perks up to object.
"But-"
"Not up for discussion." He glares over his shoulder, silencing them. The two slowly followed behind him out of his room, down to the living room, where Yamada had been sitting on the couch, blissfully unaware.
He peeked up when he saw them. "Oh— hey, how's it-" his voice cut off when he noticed Bakugou.
"What's the little listener doing here?" He questioned as Aizawa moved to sit down next to him, the students sitting down opposite them on the other couch.
"Why don't you ask them yourself?" he said in an imposing voice, and that's when Yamada looked up at the students, finally noticing their ruffled clothing and flushed faces, and— were those marks on his son's neck!? He gasped—
"Oh, I see!" he said, and the students cringed further into themselves. The poor kids looked like they wanted the earth to open up and swallow them whole.
Yamada looked over to his stern husband and sighed, nudging him in the shoulder. Finally, Aizawa looked over to him, and they had a silent conversation. Aizawa nodded and stood, leaving the room.
The two teens looked up questioningly when Aizawa left. Yamada began to speak, "Look, I was a teen once, too, believe it or not." He said, grabbing their attention.
"I'm not gonna pretend this is some horrid, inconceivable act." Yamada sighed, shaking his head before continuing. "I... just—why didn't you tell us you were seeing anyone?" Yamada asked Shinsou, and he hoped they'd never made him feel like he couldn't tell them anything, especially this.
Shinsou shrugged, briefly looking at Bakugo before speaking.
"I don't know, we kept it from our friends because it was easier and... I guess I just didn't tell you either."
"Secret or not, safety comes first." Aizawa suddenly spoke, and the two teens jumped up when he walked in front of them and dropped a packet of condoms square on their coffee table.
The two stared, bewildered at the object. Silent for a few moments before they both blushed and started speaking simultaneously,
"We— we haven't even gone that far yet—"
"We have our own condoms—"
The two paused. Shinsou looked at Bakugou questioningly, while the blond flushed harder. The two adults sighed; this was definitely a conversation they could have in private. Aizawa cleared his throat, regaining the two teens' attention.
"Right, well, I'm sure you two have things to discuss." Aizawa unsubtly tilted his head upstairs. The two nodded numbly before trying to get up the stairs as fast as possible.
"And no funny business!" Yamada yelled after them, only to hear a door slam shut. The two looked at each other before they broke, Aizawa with small chuckles and Yamada in a fit of giggles.
"Oh, that was priceless!" The blond wiped a tear from his eye, and Aizawa shook his head with an undeniable smirk of amusement written on his face.
"Tell me about it."
"Did you see their faces when you came back—ha!"
Bakugou shut the door as soon as they entered Shinsou's room. The lilac-haired boy collapsed headfirst into his pillow and groaned, long and low. That was the most embarrassing thing he'd ever gone through.
Bakugou plopped down next to him, sighing heavily. After a few moments of silence, Shinsou propped his head up from the pillow with his elbow, looking at his boyfriend questioningly.
"What did you mean when you said we have our own condoms?"
Bakugou looked at the other, sighing. He fell back on the pillow, his arms crossed and cushioning under his head. "When my mom found out we were dating, she made a big deal out of it and threw them directly at my head. The damn hag."
A shocked laugh escaped Shinsou,
"Wow. Ok. So I guess that wasn't so bad, was it?" He asked. Bakugou scoffed,
"That was a shitshow. You weren't the one shoved into a closet."
Shinsou sighed, "Well, at least you got to come out twice." He joked.
"Ha ha," Bakugou replied sarcastically. They sat in silence for a few more moments.
"Wanna watch somthin'?"
"Sure."
Later in the night, Aizawa trudged up the stairs, stepping quietly near his son's door to see it was slightly ajar. He peeked his head in through the gap and smiled softly at the scene. Bakugou sprawled atop his son, passed out, while Shinsou attempted to curl around the other but ended up just hugging his arm and drooling into the blond's hair simultaneously.
Quietly huffing to himself, he closed the door and backed away, shaking his head in amusement as he prepared to tell his husband a sight the other would surely want photos of.