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Part 1: 

In which Shinsou realizes the danger of the situation.

Shinsou is wide awake. Twilight settles over the city and the hustle from the streets float up, up, up to the top of the building. The moon is the only thing in the sky above them, vibrant even with the light pollution dimming the stars.

Midoriya Izuku, hero name Deku, is silhouetted against the fence of the building. His green hair flutters in the air with the cool evening breeze, his hood pulled back so the curls dance down his exposed neck. His face, still rounded with boyish good looks, is calm as he surveys the city under their protection.

Mouth dry, Shinsou tries to swallow. Midoriya is the symbol of peace - truly a person who is doing his best to keep the people safe and free from any harm. Shinsou straightens his spine, trying to be worthy of standing next to someone so great.

"Any movement?" Shinsou asks, forcing his gaze to be professional, eyes on the city and not on his friend and coworker.

It's a failed task as soon as Deku tilts his head in Shinsou's direction, smile wide and confident. Shinsou helplessly memorizes the curve of his lips, the number of freckles on Deku's cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

"All clear." Deku confirms in an easy, lovely tone. "Quiet night."

Shinsou hums and like a dumb moth drawn to a burning light, he stands closer to Deku. The other hero rubs their shoulders together, leaning into Shinsou. Their silence is companionable. Nice. 

Shinsou's heart pounds in his chest. He wishes he could do more than this, standing side by side with Deku on their shift. Because the thing is, they've been friends for years now. Shinsou relies on Midoriya and Midoriya relies on him, both during work and outside of it. They talk daily, they go to the same parties, same ceremonies - Shinsou looks forward to each and every time he sees Midoriya. The day to day toil of everything is lightened in Midoriya's presence, he makes everything brighter.

Unfortunately the thoughts in Shinsou's head are not simply so friendly anymore. They have morphed into something downright dangerous, a terrible temptation.

Imagining kissing him, touching his skin - spending hours naked to count each and every one of those freckles. There's a yearning in Shinsou to cross that boundary and be more than Midoriya's friend. To be his lover, cherishing him intimately.

And it kills Shinsou inside that he is even having these thoughts.

Midoriya is his friend. And  - so is Bakugou, Midoriya's one true love, his companion since childhood. Those two have never hidden their love for one another, Bakugou all but screaming his confession publically years ago in front of a huge crowd. Just seeing Midoriya talk about Bakugou when he isn't around is proof of their love, the way his eyes brighten, his face so animated with a tiny lovestruck little smile.

Shinsou burns with jealousy. Jealousy towards Bakugou for being the best at everything, including loving Midoriya. And then he hates himself so thoroughly, knowing that Midoriya is happy with Bakugou, completely well-loved and in love with a devoted partner. There is no hope, no space for Shinsou in his life, other than being Midoriya's friend. 

Shinsou tries to bury his unwanted feelings deep but it's been months now since he first starting loving Midoriya in the way he shouldn't. Every shift is turning to torture, like sunrays burning the scorched, parched earth whenever Midoriya is near enough to touch.

Midoriya sighs, shattering the silence of the rooftop. He looks so handsome, close enough that Shinsou can memorize his scent. "Thanks for being here even on dull nights, Shinsou." 

Shinsou wants to answer him, wants to say something, anything - but he finds his mouth full, his throat clogging with endless flower petals instead.

Well shit.

Part 2:

In which Midoriya realizes the danger of the situation.

So the thing is, Izuku is a little - weird.

He knows it. Everyone knows it. He is weird. He has weird habits, weird thoughts and weird obsessions. Gaining the One for All quirk and all the quirks associated with that did not help him at all with his weirdness. Made it worse, really.

But that's that. And this is this.

This being the new weird thing that Izuku finds himself doing - going through hours and hours of footage to find brief clips of Shinsou Hitoshi during battle. This on it's own is not out of the ordinary for Izuku. He  never stops reviewing heroes, mind always running forward.

Originally Izuku started his hunt because someone said something mean on the internet about Shinsou and Izuku wanted to find proof to rub in the jerks face that Shinsou is super awesome. And then. Now. It's been hours. It's been weeks. Izuku has searched back, years and years of Shinsou's public quirk usages all logged and screen capped and analyzed to hell and back.

And Izuku knows that Shinsou is awesome, but maybe he didn't realize how awesome he is with the ropes and rappelling down high rises and taking control of so many people, looking sexy and cool and composed.

So this here - this part is the strange part. Izuku has always considered himself a little Kacchansexual. First crush? Kacchan. First wet dream? Kacchan. First kiss? Kacchan. So on and so forth, the only person that has ever got more than a simple acknowledgement of their cute looks or personality from Izuku is Kacchan. 

There's no words to describe how much Izuku loves Kacchan. He would die for him, a thousand times over. The thought of not sleeping next to him or not hearing his laugh is the thing that makes up Izuku's nightmares.

So, Izuku loves Kacchan.

And Izuku's stomach hurts, twisting into painful knots at the realization that he is thinking lewd thoughts about the person, about Shinsou, who is not Kacchan.

Izuku is royally messed up. He looks at Shinsou and doesn't see the shape of a friend anymore. He imagines what it would be like to hold his hand, to whisper secrets to him in the dark of the night, with no one around to hear them. Izuku wants to kiss him, hear that quirk activate in bed, maybe on Kacchan, maybe on Izuku himself, but in the end, Izuku wants Shinsou in his bed. Naked and spread out, in a way that should only be for Kacchan.

Shinsou is their friend, Izuku's friend. They work together, they eat lunch together and gossip about their old teachers together. Shinsou is an amazing hero, a person Izuku admires so much - and to twist it into something so indecent is not only damaging to their friendship but to Izuku's relationship with Kacchan too - god.

Izuku hasn't felt this deep self-hatred in so long.

On his screen shows his shame, a close up of Shinsou in full costume, his long legs spread wide as he squats, chatting easily with the captured villains. Izuku blushes as he focuses on Shinsou's glutes, the fabric stretched tight over his thighs.

The front door slams open, Kacchan shouting his greeting into their shared apartment, the life they are building together as partners and lovers. Just the two of them.

Izuku feels the tears well up in his eyes, swallowing down the urge to cry. How he wishes to be a better person, a better and more devoted lover - because there is a crushing hole in his chest when he thinks about Shinsou, when he wishes Shinsou could be his to kiss too.

"Oi, where are you hiding Deku? I got dinner!" Kacchan knocks on the door to Izuku's study, his handsome face looking so unimpressed to see Izuku hunching over with bad posture at the computer.

Izuku gives a wobbly smile, refusing to hide the incriminating photo of Shinsou on the screen. Izuku opens his mouth to reply, a cough tickling his throat instead.

Kacchan shakes his head at him, looking so unbelievably fond of his choking nerd. He lovingly pats Izuku roughly on the back, dislodging something from Izuku's throat.

"You good, Deku? I thought I taught you how to swallow better than that." Kacchan smirks teasingly, turning his back and heading out of the room. "Come eat before the meal gets cold."

Izuku stays sitting, eyes wide with horror at the spit up flower, its petals rumpled and crushed in his palm. 

Part 3:

In which Bakugou realizes there might be a situation.

Katsuki is grumpy. His bad mood is so pressing, so obvious, that the useless villain takes one look at Katsuki's scowl, and immediately surrenders.

Coward.

Fine, whatever. If this is how the day is gonna go, so be it. Everyone just rolling over and showing their bellies at the first sign of a fight - why? Where's the passion, the fire? Katsuki is a man of explosive fuel, why the hell is no one willing to light the match?

Kirishima, who Katsuki honestly forgot about during his rant, takes two steps away, body half-hardened in self-preservation. "Every thing alright, Baku-bro?"

"No!" Katsuki snarls, sparks popping off of his palms. "I haven't had a good fight or a good fuck in weeks! That shitty Deku is mad at me or something, giving me the cold shoulder."

Kirishima raises a placating hand, his face twisting in concern. "Dude, did you apologize?"

"I can't apologize if I don't know what the fuck I did wrong." Katsuki runs a stressed hand through his hair, pulling on the locks. "And he starts to cry and blubber when ever I ask him about it. Says there's nothing I've done wrong. But he isn't even sleeping in our bed anymore, playing off like he is sick or something, coughing all the time around me. But no fever! And he is fine for work! Asshole."

"That doesn't sound like Midoriya at all - he isn't the type to lie. Maybe he is just feeling unwell?" Kirishima offers.

Katsuki stares at him. "He is the most powerful quirk user in the world. He hasn't been sick since he was 13 years old. He is lying to me and avoiding me. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? Either Deku is on the verge of death and refusing to tell me, or I fucked up royally somehow, to the point where he is about to dump my ass for someone else."

"Midoriya loves you!" Kirishima says immediately, hands up in a 'X' formation over his head. "There's no one he would leave you for."

Katsuki spits to the side. "So you agree then, he is dying and too chicken shit to tell me."

Kirishima blinks rapidly. "Uh, no? That seems like a big jump of logic."

"Fucking shit. I wish he would just talk to me." 

Kirishima must realize the danger of the rant is over, coming close to pat him on the shoulder in solidarity. "It's gonna be okay, Bakugou. You guys have been through worse than this before. Your relationship with Midoriya is solid, I'm sure he will open up to you soon."

Katsuki grunts. He is still pissed off but Kirishima's confidence does make him feel a little better. A plan of attack forms in his mind - he will make Deku's favourite for dinner tonight, maybe some dessert, wash up thoroughly and wear one of the weird, lewd sexy versions of a hero costume that always revs Deku's engine. It will be fine. Deku will be fine. So will their relationship.

"Oh, hey! SHINSOU! Over here!" Kirishima cheers loudly as a tall man walks on the other side of the street, the knit of his beanie barely covering the signature lavender hair.

Shinsou pauses squinting at them for a second before he lifts a hand up in greeting. "Yo."

Kirishima grins. "Let's go say hi!"

Katsuki grumbles, following his friend anyways as they cross the street to see Shinsou. The other man looks drained, more so than usual. His eye bags have eye bags, deep dark bruises of sleepless nights. His usually nice skin seems pale and wane, with his lips dry and cracked. He looks sick, like even standing is a chore.

"Jesus, when did you last sleep?" Katsuki barks at him. "Don't let Deku see you like this, he will use black whip to tie you to a bed so you are forced to get some rest."

Shinsou's eyes go wide, his face going a weird shade of red. "Do you ever think before you speak?"

"No." Katsuki says immediately. "I sincerely mean it when I say you look like shit warmed over."

Kirishima laughs like Katsuki made a joke. "Anyways, Shinsou - what are you doing around here? This isn't your usual route."

"Ah, I'm not patrolling right now. On sick leave, technically."

Katsuki straightens his spine, narrowing his eyes. "What kinda sick leave?"

Shinsou looks away from Katsuki to stare at the ground, frowning. Alarm bells ring in Katsuki's mind - Shinsou never breaks eye contact first, the competitive freak. "Just ill. Lingering cough that's ruining my vocal cords."

Kirishima frowns, glancing at Katsuki. "Just a cough?"

Shinsou grimaces, obviously not looking at Katsuki. His whole body language seems to fold over and into himself. "Messes up my vocal cords, as I said."

"Oi," Katsuki focuses on the strange rock of unease growing in his stomach. Shinsou is acting weird, even for a weirdo. Katsuki knows him, because their group is stupidly close due to the trauma of the war or whatever, but Shinsou is close to Deku and might want a friend. "Do I actually need to get Deku down here for you?"

"No!" Shinsou protests with a yelp. Suddenly, his face turns an amazing shade of puce, clashing violently with his hair. Shinsou gurgles and starts making a horrible coughing sound, hard enough that Katsuki is worried that he is going to choke. 

Kirishima jumps into action, ever the hero, rubbing Shinsou's back. "Breathe bro!" 

Shinsou finally uncurls from his bent over position, using a tissue to clean his mouth subtly. However, the eagle eyed gaze of both Kirishima and Katsuki catch sight of the soft flower petal before it is hurriedly crushed and shoved into Shinsou's pocket.

"A flower?!" Kirishima gasps as Katsuki remains in dumbfounded silence. "Shinsou, oh no! It can't be? Is it hanahaki?"

Shinsou cringes. "Shit. Don't spread it around."

Worried, Kirishima fusses over Shinsou. "Who is it?"

"I gotta get going," Shinsou dodges away, sliding out of Kirishima's range. "Please don't tell anyone about it, okay? No one knows. I'll be fine."

"Shinsou, wait!" Kirishima calls out to him as Shinsou turns tail and speed walks away, another tissue pressed up to his mouth. "Come back!"

Katsuki grabs Kirishima's arm, stopping him from following. "Let him go. We can check on him later." Katsuki roughly redirects their attention back to work, away from the coughing Shinsou.

Try as he might, Katsuki is stuck on how familiar Shinsou's cough sounds to the one that has plagued Deku for weeks.

Part 4:

In which Bakugou realizes the danger of the situation.

Katsuki comes home to a quiet apartment. His plan of attack that he formed before the whole Shinsou incident is still viable. Make dinner. Woo Deku. Get fucked.

Nervousness is for cowards. Katsuki is not anxious at all. The cough thing is just a coincidence. There's no way his Deku is suffering from hanahaki and keeping it from him. Ha. Yeah. No way.

Shit.

Katsuki takes out his energy on the cutting board, slicing the vegetables perfectly. He seasons the pork, makes the sauce. Everything is cooking, keeping warm for when Deku returns from work.

Katsuki can't ignore the urge to research just a little bit, see exactly what is making Shinsou sick. He knows hanahaki vaguely. Some flower illness that happens if the victim inhales one of the small seeds and it takes root in the lungs, growing on the angst of unrequited love.

The internet adds more insight. Hanahaki needs the seed, and the lungs, and the optimal growing conditions of love that can't be realized, not simply just love that is unrequited. If the victim gets the emotional catharsis of true happiness with the object of their affection, the flowers wilt away and die, unable to grow again.

Otherwise, the victim needs surgery to remove the seeds, losing all feelings and care for their love. Or the victim dies, choking out flowers. It's a long and painful process, the loss of oxygen brutally affecting the victim beyond the pain of the cough.

Shit. Katsuki does not want Shinsou to die. He wonders if he will go for the surgery or if he is going to man up and ask his crush for a kiss. What a crap situation either way. Not that Katsuki has much experience with that kinda stuff. Katsuki confessed to Deku the day after he realized that Deku was the one for him, the only one Katsuki ever wanted.

Katsuki loves Deku. And Deku loves him back, he is sure of that. So there is no place in Bakugou's lungs for those stupid seeds to germinate.

But if Katsuki loves Deku and Deku loves Katsuki and Deku is suffering from that stupid cough... that means that the person Deku is pining for is not Katsuki.

If the cough is even due to the stupid flowers.

Katsuki scowls again. He throws his phone down, deciding he has had enough of the internet for the day. The food is almost ready, and there is no sign of Deku.

Katsuki turns down the heat to simmer, keeping the food warm and ready. And then he goes hunting - innocently cleaning, he means. Collecting the trash to take it out, not like there's much in the apartment. Deku's been real diligent with taking it out lately. Keeping his germs to himself, like a hygienic person should.

Katsuki knows that most likely the trash can in the study is probably neglected. It's been awhile since Katsuki has gone into the nominally shared space, Deku using it more often for his bigger research projects due to the dual monitor set up. Katsuki holds his head high as he snoops into the room, dust rag at the ready. The door frame and baseboard get a quick wipe down then he moves to the desk and cleans that properly too. Katsuki gets momentarily sidetracked with blowing the yuck off the keyboard and not looking as he cleans vigorously on the underside of the desk.

With the room now cleaner, Katsuki heads to pick up the overflowing garbage. There's tissues in it. Only a single movement would open one up and show Katsuki that he is crazy. He could do it easily. Just pick it up and see. If it is nothing, just dried grossness, then no one has to even know that Katsuki stooped so low as to search his partner's garbage to find out the answer to his burning question.

 Katsuki rolls that thought through his head. Snooping, sneaking and investigating his lover's space and garbage.

Fuck. No.

Katsuki bundles up the bag of trash without looking, angrily tossing it down the garbage shoot in the hall before stomping back to the kitchen, thoroughly pissed off. 

Time to ask. Time to talk to his partner, without subterfuge. If only Deku could hurry up and get his ass home.

An hour passes.

Finally, there he is, the love of Katsuki's life. Deku looks exhausted, his shoulders up to his ears and his hair limp, curls knotted together. Katsuki can smell him from where he is sitting, the stench of hard work and long day in the sun pungent.

Katsuki glances at his well cooked meal, knowing it is going to have to wait a little bit longer.

"Deku," Katsuki greets him, helping Deku unlace his boots like he usually does when Deku's fingers ache too much for the ties. "Clean up and then come eat."

Deku's eyes are wide and already wet. His mouth is tight and slightly down turned, agony etched in deep. "Kacchan, it smells good in here. Did you cook for me?"

Katsuki tries for a smirk, knowing his worries are plain to see on his own face. "Yeah, it'll hold for a bit longer. Come on." 

Katsuki drags Deku through their house into their bathroom. He helps peel back Deku's clothes, brushing the dried dirt from his hair. Katsuki strips his own clothes off, crowding Deku into the shower with him. 

Deku stares at Katsuki like a starving man, like it's been years instead of hours since they were last together. He follows Katsuki's direction to the letter, acting like a marionette as Katsuki scrubs his back, his thighs, his feet. Katsuki shuts his mouth, not knowing how to break the silence despite his earlier blustering. 

Deku never really livens up, even after they get dressed again and sit in front of the dinner Katsuki painstakingly prepared. The other man is emulating sorrow, his whole body on the edge of tears. His jaw is tense, his back is tight and he is so quiet. 

Katsuki checks the news, double checking what he already knows - nothing happened on shift. It's a quiet Tuesday. IcyHot is spamming the group chat with his cats, unbothered, and he was the one on day shift with Deku. Nights are usually Shinsou.

Oh.

Katsuki lifts his head up, gulping down some water and clearing his throat loudly in the soundless room. "So, uh. Ran into Shinsou today."

The fork skitters off the table and falls to the floor. Katsuki forcibly steels his spine, realization on the edge of his peripheral. Deku's mouth pops open, his lips cracked and dry even with the lip chap Katsuki throws at him daily.

"Ooh, um." Deku fumbles, his voice scratched to hell and back. "He is supposed to be sick. Is he okay?"

"You haven't talked to him?" Katsuki tries to keep his tone even.

A tiny, fluttery cough hiccups out of Deku's mouth before Deku suppresses it. "No, not since... not since he called in sick. Kaminari says he is fine."

"He is sick. Looks like crap." Katsuki tells Deku, watching him process this with suddenly eager eyes. Katsuki bulldozers through his next idea, speaking faster than he can think. "He might need a friend. Why don't you go visit him?"

"No, I can't." Deku wails, face stark in terror before it changes to a puce colour, clashing with his green hair.

The light bulb in Katsuki's brain illuminates as Deku crumbles into a coughing fit. A petal flutters to the ground but Deku is too busy choking to notice it. Katsuki quickly steps over it to hide it from sight. 

Deku makes an excuse, eyes filled with unshed tears and chugging water to soothe his throat. Katsuki hands him some tissues and they fall back into unsteady silence.

When Deku finishes and goes to step into the study, Katsuki picks up the fallen petal, inspecting the soft gleam of the beautiful, otherworldly pigment. This is what is filling Deku's lungs, slowly killing him or forcing him to forget Shinsou, their friend and colleague of many years. The petal stinks of rot.

Deku coughs, the sound echoing in their apartment.

Taking a deep breath, Katsuki dails up Shinsou. The phone rings once, twice and Katsuki has no issue blasting over to that shitheads place to ask in person if he doesn't answer soon. On the third ring, the call clicks into accepted.

"...hello? Bakugou?" Shinsou's voice crackles over the line, his ruined throat sounding awful. He is rotting too.

"Oi, gotta quick question for you." Katsuki says, heart somewhere in the vicinity of his feet.

There's a sigh of absolutely misery. "Go for it."

Katsuki checks to see if the door to the study is still closed. "Is Deku the cause of your cough?"

Shinsou chokes, making no denial as Katsuki hears flowers make their way out of Shinsou's lungs. "Shit," Shinsou gasps out between raspy breaths. "I'm sorry, I can explain."

"Save your breath." Katsuki growls and hangs up the phone abruptly. He rests his head in his hands, exhausted.

Part 5:

In which the situation realizes the danger of Bakugou.

Katsuki listens to Deku cough all night long. The other man is sleeping on the couch again, punishing himself with the hard springs and rough fabric rather than sleep next to Katsuki.

Katsuki offers him to come to bed, he offers chances for Deku to come clean, explain what the fuck is going on - Katsuki tries to suppress his anger but Deku keeps staring at him with haunted eyes, stuck and trapped in his own tangled emotions.

The bed is empty and cold with just Katsuki in it. Deku may still be coughing, still afflicted by that stupid disease which tells Katsuki that Deku has not broken his trust, has not made that step towards cheating. Yet, he is not in Katsuki's arms right now, he isn't talking to him or asking for help. Katsuki can only guess what is going through Deku's mind, and he isn't a damn mind reader.

Deku coughs, suffering and out of reach.

Katsuki is not going to live like this. Something has to give. No, and if the two cowards are willing to suffocate to death rather than talk to each other, then that leaves it up to Katsuki to fix this mess.

The next day, as soon as morning rises over the horizon, Katsuki goes online and makes a private booking. Katsuki sends a very short and to the point text message to Kaminari Denki, cashing in a favour. Finally, he makes a phone call to Todoroki Shouto, calling Deku out sick for patrol.

Shouto pauses over the line. "Do you need me to break Izuku's confidence and tell you what is going on?"

"No," Katsuki replies. "I got it."

And that's that.

Deku is passed out on the couch, trash can overflowing with spent tissues. Dried tear tracks crust his cheeks under swollen, red eyelids. He is curled up into a tight ball, so full of tension. Katsuki tosses a blanket over his body and figures that one positive is that Deku didn't just completely turn tail and run away. 

Heart heavy, Katsuki goes to make breakfast. Deku wakes up after a bit, silently eating with him. Katsuki doesn't waste his time asking any questions right now. He is going to get Deku to talk soon enough.

"Go wash your face and get dressed." Katsuki demands of him. "We got places to be today and I don't want you walking around like death warmed over."

"I have to work," Deku protests, his voice tiny and uncertain, like he shouldn't even be speaking in Katsuki's presence. 

"No, you don't." Katsuki tells him.  Mouth twisting meanly, he continues. "You owe me this."

His eyes track over to the trash can, petals obvious. Deku makes a horrible noise when he notices what Katsuki can see.

"Kacchan... please. I can explain." Deku holds himself, interrupted by his cough.

"Don't talk, Deku." Katsuki snaps. "It irritates your throat. Plus, you had lots of chances to explain over the weeks. Now, get ready."

Deku swallows down a sob before he nods. Katsuki can hear him choking on the flower in his mouth as he gets dressed and clean.

Katsuki packs a bag, frowning as he makes sure he has everything he needs. Deku looks destroyed when he sees the bag slung over Katsuki's shoulder.

Katsuki leads him silently down the stairs and out to the street. He expertly dodges the crowd, trusting Deku to follow him. The hotel looms and Deku muffles a noise into his sleeve, a pained grasp that shakes Katsuki to the core. 

"Almost there, Deku." Katsuki says, trying to be comforting. The tears spilling over Deku's silent cheeks prove him otherwise.

Katsuki grabs the key card and takes the elevator up. The hotel is small, quiet and private, exactly what Katsuki wants. Deku is like a ghost behind him, so pale his freckles stand out.

The numbered door opens with a sharp electric beep. Katsuki shoulders his way through, directing Deku in with a swish of his hand. Katsuki throws his bag down on to the bed. Deku glances around the room, sitting on the bed to cover his face in his hands.

"Kacchan..." Deku starts to say only to be interrupted by the hotel door swinging open.

"What the - hell." Shinsou freezes in place, his eyes wide and shocked. Deku jumps to his feet, taking two steps back and away from the entrance, away from Shinsou. The room is thick with a sudden layer of tension, air dense and hard even for Katsuki's undamaged lungs to take it.

"Shinsou!" Deku whispers, glancing rapid fast between Katsuki and the other man. "Kacchan, what is going on?"

Shinsou shoots a wild look at Katsuki's face, feet shifting like he is about to run away. "I got the wrong room," he scrambles to say, voice like sandpaper. 

"Stop freaking out!" Katsuki barks. "Shinsou, get in here. Kaminari lied to you for me. I am sick and tired of this bullshit, so I'm putting an end to it."

"End?" Deku's knees wobble, his whole body tilting to the side. "I don't - Kacchan, I know I've messed up, but I can't live without you. Please don't do this!"

Shinsou raises both of his shaking hands in the air, his face twisted and pale. "Bakugou - I'm sorry. I promise I would never do anything to come between the two of you."

Katsuki blinks. "What."

Deku rambles on, ignoring Katsuki.  "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I let it get to this point. I just, I just don't know what to do! I love you so much, Kacchan. I never want to hurt you."

"And I know, I know my feelings are so out of bounds, so stupid and useless, but there's no reason for me to act on them, I promise! Midoriya still treats me as just a friend, okay? Don't be mad at him." Shinsou scrambles to add.

Katsuki rolls his eyes. "You two are idiots. Do you have any idea what the fuck is going on here?"

Shinsou tentatively shakes his head while confusion furrows Deku's brow.

"Christ," Katsuki grumbles. "Deku, open your mouth."

Cheeks puffing like a chipmunk, Deku shakes his head.

Katsuki glares at him, pointing menacingly with his finger. "Do it on your own or else I will scrape my finger down your throat."

Deku's lips pop open, his mouth wide. The back of his throat is a dark, bruised red. He coughs pathetically and a flower blooms free. A shiny, lavender rose.

Shinsou makes a strangled noise in answer. He coughs, trying to hide it but Katsuki is watching him, watching his whole face twitch with the reality of what Deku's hanahaki means.

"Show us." Katsuki demands of Shinsou, unyielding. Deku shudders, shaking, mouth still open in surprise.

Shinsou spits wetly to the ground, the emerald green of the lush leaf plain for the whole room to see.

"There." Katsuki points to it. "Now, it's all in the open. No more hiding. Both you idiots are suffering from the same stupid disease."

"Shinsou," Deku gasps, finding his voice. "This is... are those flowers because of me?"

Shinsou nods, staring helplessly at the purple petals fluttering down to Deku's toes. Shinsou takes a big breath, visibly steeling himself. "I love you, Midoriya. And you - you got sick too?"

"Because - because I love you so much, Shinsou." Deku confesses and tosses a crushed look in Katsuki's direction, hand thrown over his horrified face. "Oh no, Kacchan, oh no."

Katsuki hates how even though he expected to hear those words today, it still causes his chest to grow tight. "You finally said it nerd."

Shinsou is stricken, like Deku's words hit him hard as a bus. "You love me back? But you love Bakugou."

"I do, I love Kacchan so much." Deku wails. His thick hands pull at his hair violently. "Oh, god. I am such a mess, I am so sorry, I love you both."

"Deku. Calm down."

"Why are you so calm?" Shinsou says, voice laced with accusations. "I expected you to blast my head off for all this, and that was before... before this revelation."

Katsuki huffs. "Do you want me to be honest?"

Deku breathes wetly. "Kacchan, please. What is going on?"

Katsuki directs his stare up at the ceiling. He feels exposed with the two people watching him, waiting for him to go nuclear over this.

"Do you think I'm some kinda idiot?" Katsuki starts, wanting to get all of this out of the way. "Just because I love Deku doesn't mean I own him."

"I'm sorry, Kacchan." Deku says, reaching out for Katsuki's hand. "I should have told you right from the first petal. I was too scared, thinking you would hate me for it."

"Shut up, Deku!" Katsuki snaps at him, making eye contact. "You fucked up by not telling me what was going on with you, why you got so sick. Trying to hide it - that part pisses me off. But you didn't break my trust, okay? You didn't go behind my back and fuck Shinsou, and god I know how easy it would've been for you two to sneak around."

Katsuki turns his hard gaze to Shinsou. "There's nothing wrong with falling in love with Deku. I've loved him since I was a kid, I know how he is, I know why you love him. How long have you been suffering with the flowers in you lungs now? Why the fuck didn't you just kiss him on one of your lone stake outs?"

Shinsou's flushes, embarrassed. "I couldn't do that to your relationship. You two are perfect for each other. I'm just an extra. A friend."

Katsuki sighs. "Fuck off. Have some more faith in me. You two doofuses spent ages destroying your lungs when one single conversation could have solved all of it."

"The blooms are still inside." Shinsou says. "At least for me. Talking isn't enough."

Deku squeezes Katsuki's hand. "Same."

Katsuki nods. "I figured that. That's why I brought this."

Katsuki walks over to his bag, unzipping it and emptying the contents on the bed. Condoms and lube, some of Deku's favourite toys, with blindfolds and cockrings and vibrators. Katsuki surveys it all with a smirk and a nod of satisfaction.

"Oh my God." Shinsou gasps like a virgin.

Deku is crouching on the floor with his face hidden, mortified apparently by the dildo Katsuki wiggles in his face. "Kacchan, why are you like this?!"

"Oh, don't hide you big baby. Did either of you dumbasses realize that this is a love hotel?"

Shinsou snaps. "Sorry for not making that connection! Not everyone jumps straight from confessing to the love of their life right into bed with them, right in front of their life partner!"

Katsuki scowls. "Not in front of me! With me."

Deku makes a sound like a dying mouse. "Kacchan, what?"

"I don't want to watch you two fuck. I'm not that big of a saint." Katsuki shrugs, aiming for nonchalance. "I'm proposing a threesome."

Deku gurgles uselessly. Shinsou seems to be frozen.

"Threesome?" Shinsou repeats faintly.

Katsuki grunts. "Yeah. We all use this big bed, fuck the flowers out."

"Unbelievable. You are unbelievable." Shinsou says, shocked. "Midoriya - is he serious?"

"Hey! What's wrong with my plan?" Katsuki frowns. His plan is flawless, he thinks. 

"Kacchan... not everyone is as, uh, honest as you." Deku says, peeking through his fingers. "We have no idea about Shinsou's likes or dislikes."

Katsuki raises a brow at Shinsou, waiting patiently. Shinsou blinks back at him, huffing lightly to clear his throat of a few green petals. The pause continues.

"... are you going to speak up anytime soon? This is to cure your little flower problem, by the way. You know? The disease that is threatening to suffocate you and Deku?"

Shinsou runs his hand through his hair again. "Can we maybe start with a kiss?"

"Sure, whatever."

Katsuki crosses his arms, standing still. No one moves, even though Deku is almost shaking through the floor from his nerves. Shinsou inspects the wallpaper. Katsuki is pretty sure he can hear an obnoxious clock ticking somewhere, the seconds loud and long.

"Any day now." Katsuki says.

Deku whimpers. "Kacchan! This is really hard, okay? To kiss Shinsou even with your blessing, it is such a big step."

Shinsou seems to agree, having trouble even looking at Deku. "I don't know if it is the blooms maybe preventing us from taking this step or not, but - I feel breathless at the thought of kissing Midoriya."

Katsuki takes in this information with a scowl. "Fine. Shinsou, stand here. Deku, on my other side." Katsuki directs them to the best possible position for kissing. Wonders of wonder, the two men actually listen, finally coming close to each other, shyly scuffing their toes on the ground like schoolgirls, their cheeks pink. "Now, lean forward and touch mouths."

Deku burns red. Shinsou gulps loudly. Agonizingly slowly, Shinsou bends down as Deku tilts his chin up and they are kissing. Katsuki is watching Deku be kissed by Shinsou. Shinsou has his mouth on the lips that Katsuki knows intimately. Deku is kissing someone who is not him.

Katsuki can't look away. Not while Deku lets out one of his cute little moans. Not while Shinsou seems to melt into it, his cool composure lost to the feeling of Deku's soft lips moving against his.

Something hits him in deep the chest, some small bit of hurt, of feeling forgotten and neglected. Katsuki hates it, this weakness. This inability to share Deku, to fully give him over to Shinsou. Katsuki is not such a good guy as to simply stand back as his lover trades spit with another person.

But he gives them a minute anyways. He sees Deku gain confidence, reaching out to pull Shinsou's face closer, hands grabbing his ears. Shinsou opens his mouth, a loud moan breaking through the wet sounds of their kiss.

Slowly, Katsuki reaches out and touches Deku's arm, the curve of his shoulder. It's a quiet reminder that he is here in the room too. Deku breaks the kiss with Shinsou, face bright and alive, the affects of the disease already receding after Shinsou's kiss. That alone is enough to help soothe the twist of anxiety in Katsuki's chest.

"Kacchan." Deku says, his name sounding like it means the whole world.

Katsuki leans over, kissing his Deku. He keeps it brief, chaste - well aware of Shinsou's eyes on them. 

Katsuki turns away from Deku, challenge rising in him as he faces Shinsou. Katsuki lets his cocky smirk shine, all his teeth bared at Shinsou. Shinsou blinks slowly, his strange coloured pupils so mesmerizing this close, the awareness in him unparalleled. Katsuki hums, please to see the wane of his skin fading too.

"Well? You gonna kiss me too or are you reserving yourself to just touching Deku?" Katsuki asks.

Shinsou licks his lips, glancing at Deku who nods eagerly. Too eagerly.

"Shinsou, you can. If Kacchan wants to, you can."

Katsuki side eyes him.  "Got some weird ideas in your head there, pervert?"

Deku gives a nervous giggle. "Well, you see - Shinsou is very handsome. And you are also very handsome. And sometimes, it is nice to imagine two handsome men. Doing things."

"So, no complaints from Midoriya on the threesome thing, got it." Shinsou drawls. "Can I kiss you, Bakugou?"

Katsuki's stomach clenches and he nods before he can chicken out.

Shinsou's lips touch his in a gentle kiss. His mouth is bigger than Deku's, his lips slightly thinner. It takes Katsuki a few seconds to reposition their faces properly, and then - it's nice. Shinsou is a lot more subtle of a kisser compared to Deku. There's less spit, less mess. Katsuki moans out an encouragement as Shinsou goes harder, taking what he wants from Katsuki's mouth.

Deku curses. "So hot. Keep going, give him some tongue Shinsou, he likes that."

Katsuki parts his lips, eager for their tongues to glide together, exploring each other's mouths under Deku's reverent gaze. He grabs Deku's hand and pulls Shinsou's shirt, forcing them to follow him to the big hotel bed. Katsuki breaks the kiss, stepping back to take off his clothes.

Deku kisses Shinsou again, touching him in a frenzy. Katsuki reaches for his nerd, grabbing him and tossing him to the bed without pause. Shinsou crawls to Deku, the bed sagging with their combined weight, even more so as Katsuki joins them, plastered to Shinsou's back.

Katsuki grins menacingly down at Deku from above. He turns his head, nipping at Shinsou's neck, hearing the man hiss in surprise. "Aren't my ideas fucking great, Shinsou?" Katsuki murmurs in Shinsou's ears, eyes locked on Deku. "Izuku is just gagging for you, you know..."

Deku shivers, his fingers curling in bedsheet under them. Shinsou groans, head falling forward to rest on Deku's chest as he shivers, overwhelmed. Katsuki presses his weight down, teasing Deku with another quick kiss. 

"Izuku..." Katsuki whispers. "Ready for this?"

Deku runs one hand through Shinsou's hair, his other hand caressing Katsuki's face so warmly. "I love you, Katsuki."

His heart thunders in his chest. Katsuki turns his head to kiss Deku's palm. "I know." Katsuki joins his hand in Shinsou's hair, pulling his head up gently for Deku to see. "This guy might need reminding, though."

Deku crunches forward, capturing Shinsou's mouth in another kiss. "Love you, love you, love you." Deku mumbles between kisses, Shinsou gasping in pleasure, in awe of Deku's kisses or words or both.

Katsuki runs his palms up the back of Shinsou's shirt, blood heating up in anticipation as the two kiss. He helps peel Shinsou's shirt away, sucking hickeys into the spread of his shoulders, the delicious muscles there. If Katsuki has his choice, his nails will be leaving marks too. Rolling off Shinsou, Katsuki bullies his way to Deku's side, working a hand between them to get at Deku's clothes. 

It's slow going to strip two muscular pro heroes from their clothes while they are distracted by addicting kisses but Katsuki manages to get all shirts off, all pants undone.

He has to admit Deku and Shinsou do make a pretty sight. Shinsou's long legs are tangled with Deku's, their arms straining as they grapple on the bed. Both their lips are kiss swollen and red, wandering hands groping chests and asses and thighs.

Katsuki nuzzles in close, Shinsou making room for him as easy as can be. Katsuki bites down hard on Deku's neck, loving the sound of his groan.

"Oi," Katsuki calls to Shinsou. "Wanna suck him off?"

"Fuck." Shinsou pants. "Yeah. Together?"

Deku moans at the thought and Katsuki grins, kissing Shinsou quick and dirty just for the fun of it. Together they move down Deku's body. Katsuki shows Shinsou where to press hard on Deku's hips, encouraging him to lick Deku's amazing abs. Shinsou helps Katsuki shimmy Deku's pants off, leaving him bare to the room. 

Deku is flushed down to his collarbones, his dick rock hard and ready for them. Katsuki hardly spares him a glance, having this familiar sight in his bed for years now. Shinsou takes a minute, his hands kneading at Deku's gorgeous thighs, eyes soaking in the image of the symbol of Peace in all his lewd glory.

Katsuki smirks up at Deku, sucking a mark on his hip, hand stroking his dick. It's old hat to take Deku into his mouth, tasting his skin. Shinsou darts down to join him. Katsuki pops off, giving room to Shinsou so he can start to lick and explore Deku's cock. Katsuki spreads Deku's legs with firm hands, settling down to suck on his balls.

Katsuki hums, happy at the gasping moan that comes out of Deku as Shinsou sucks and bobs his head over Deku's dick. Shinsou rests one hand on Katsuki's shoulder, leaning against him in support as they work Deku over. Katsuki loves being between Deku's legs. He can't believe their dry spell lasted as long as it did, his own cock hard and leaking all over the bed.

He runs a hand over Shinsou's back, curling close, feeling the skin of his friend, his coworker. He still doesn't quite understand the appeal of loving more than one person, but Katsuki can appreciate Shinsou's body, his smooth lines and confidence.

Katsuki changes his focus, turning to Shinsou. He finishes pulling down his pants, leaving all three people naked in the bed finally. "Izuku," Katsuki says. "You really gonna take all the attention? Or don't you want to get to know Shinsou too?"

Deku sits up, his body humming with eager energy. All traces of his sickness is gone now, leaving his face bright and happy again. He grins handsomely at Katsuki and in a move born out of years of pure understanding of each other, they twist and turn. Shinsou ends up cradled in Katsuki's arms, his back against Katsuki's chest. Deku makes himself at home between Shinsou's long legs, eyeing up his cock like it is a dessert.

"Holy shit," Shinsou says, his eyes fluttering shut as Deku takes his first taste of Shinsou's cock, holding it in the air and feasting on it. "Is this a dream?"

Katsuki hums, watching Deku stuff his face. Deku looks good with a cock in his mouth, his cheeks thinning as he sucks hard. Shinsou thrashes in Katsuki's arms, his hips humping up, trying mindlessly to get deeper into Deku's throat.

"Careful," Katsuki scolds Shinsou, meanly pinching at his nipple. "Izuku has a gag reflex."

"Hah," Shinsou pants. He arches into Katsuki's touch but listens, his hips staying down so that Deku can give him a blowjob uninterrupted. "You haven't trained him out of it?"

Deku laughs at Katsuki, popping off Shinsou's cock for a second. He nuzzles it and talks at the same time. "Katsuki is not normally so dominant, Shinsou. He likes it if I do what I want with his body."

Katsuki flushes. "Oi, this asshole doesn't need to know the details."

Deku smirks at Katsuki cheekily and takes Shinsou back into his mouth.

"You are one lucky man." Shinsou says to Katsuki, apropos of nothing. He trembles, mouth open in pleasure as Deku tries to suck soul from his cock. 

"Fuck yeah, I know. And you are thinking too hard." Katsuki replies. He turns Shinsou's head using a strong grip on his hair. They kiss, wet and messy and before long, Shinsou is mewling. His whole body tenses and relaxes, cumming into Deku's mouth. Katsuki watches as Deku swallows, licking Shinsou clean thoroughly.

Shinsou melts into Katsuki's body. "Shit, so good."

Katsuki smirks. "Feeling better now? How's the flowers?"

Shinsou shudders as he takes a big breath, forcing a cough. No petals appear from his mouth, his lungs clear. Deku beams and opens his swollen lips, his throat clean and healed, no more snaking vines to see.

Katsuki grins, victorious. "Fuck yeah, screw those plants."

Deku jumps up, slamming his lips on Shinsou's and then Katsuki, alternating kisses between the two. "I love you. I love you both so much."

Shinsou kisses back desperately in relief. "Fuck, I can't believe it. I love you too."

Deku nuzzles them, wrapping his arms around Katsuki. "Katsuki - thank you, let me make you feel good, okay?"

Katsuki rubs his hard cock along Shinsou's back. "Hah, you wanna show Shinsou what he has to look forward to? Gonna fuck me good, Izuku?"

"Shit, I'd pay to watch that." Shinsou says, touching Deku's hair, tugging on the curls. 

Deku nips at Katsuki skin, pulling him out from under Shinsou's body. "Can you pass me the lube?" He asks Shinsou, already forcing Katsuki to spread his legs wide, large palm soothing a touch over Katsuki's balls and taint, rubbing dry fingertips on his hole.

Katsuki feels himself grow pliant, sinking into the mattress. Deku always knows how to make him feel good, and Katsuki deserves a bit of a rest after doing the heavy lifting to bring this situation around. He doesn't even feel a lick of shyness knowing that Shinsou has a front row seat to watch Deku slide wet fingers, one two three of them, right into Katsuki's willing asshole.

Deku kisses Katsuki's inner thigh, twisting his wrist just right. "So relaxed, so good for me Katsuki." The bed shifts as Deku kneels up higher, draping Katsuki's knees over his elbows. With uncanny precision, Deku's cock nudges at Katsuki's hole.

"Such little preparation?" Shinsou murmurs. "Just like that, huh?"

"Haa," Katsuki moans, feeling the stretch of his hole as Deku bullies his way into his insides. "I like the burn."

Deku gasps. "Tight. Katsuki, you're sucking me in." 

Katsuki throws his head back, losing count of the hands and fingers touching his body, not knowing if it is Deku or Shinsou petting his flank, both of their voices encouraging him as Deku slides all the way home, his heavy balls resting on Katsuki's skin.

And then Deku is railing him. Katsuki gets bent over in half, Deku fucking into him hard and deep. The room melts away, leaving Katsuki with a focus on just the cock rearranging his insides, fucking into his body viciously. He knows his mouth is open, filthy encouragement spilling out without a filter.

Deku gasps, groaning as Katsuki squeezes around him. "Katsuki, you are amazing. So good to me, so damn good. Oh Shinsou, if only you could feel him too."

Shinsou huffs, the familiar sound of hand stroking dick obvious to Katsuki even as Deku grinds in deep. "While he is pretty accepting of a lot of things, I don't know if he would want me like that."

Katsuki pries his eyes open into slits, not aware of when he closed them. Deku is red faced and mouth breathing, arms shaking in pleasure as he drives their bodies together. Shinsou is next to Deku, leaning over and intense gaze right on where Deku's cock enters Katsuki's body, over and over again.

God. Okay. Deku is the only one that has ever had sex with Katsuki. But - maybe, maybe Shinsou might be a good to have inside too. "Fuck, fuck - yeah, okay. Switch."

Deku thrusts in particularly hard, moving Katsuki up the bed, headboard slamming roughly into the wall. "Fuck, don't tease."

Katsuki whimpers, trying to catch his breath. "Yeah, do it. He can do me."

Deku pulls out gently, kissing Katsuki hard on the mouth at the same time. Shinsou is already there, slathering lube up and down his hard again cock. Katsuki watches with bated breath as Deku moves away. Shinsou touches Katsuki's knees, keeping him spread as he trades places with Deku. Deku doesn't go far, plastering himself to Shinsou's back, eyes wide and wanting.

Shinsou gaze wanders from Katsuki's hole to his belly, up his chest until they finally make heated eye contact. "You are so hot, goddamn unbelievable. Can I seriously fuck you?"

Katsuki shivers at the complement, flush burning his cheeks. "Show me what you got." His words sound breathless, strange eagerness filling his belly to get fucked by someone other than Deku, even as Deku drools on Shinsou's shoulder.

Shinsou bites his lip, teeth digging indents in his skin. Katsuki calms his breathing, holding on to the back of his knees as Shinsou breaches the slim resistance of his rim. 

Oh. Oh fuck. Shinsou keeps going. He smoothly pushes in, in and deeper still. Katsuki shifts in the sheets, arching his back at the sensation. Shinsou is not nearly as thick as Deku but he seems to be longer, Katsuki feeling him in his throat. "Shit," Katsuki whimpers.

Deku grabs his hand in a comforting grasp. "So good, Katsuki. You are taking him so well. Come, Shinsou, fuck him for me. Make Katsuki feel good."

"Fuck, he is so hot inside." Shinsou grunts, planting his feet and rolling his hips. Katsuki moans as he goes so deep. Shinsou falls forward to his forearms, hovering on top of Katsuki. The new position makes both of them gasp, Katsuki's toes curling in pleasure. 

"Oh shit, oh shit. That feels so good." Katsuki can't even find the breath to scream, Shinsou fucking him hard and deep.

Deku growls, leaning over Shinsou's back to brutally kiss Katsuki, meanly nipping at his lip. "You should see yourselves. I'm so stupidly lucky. Shinsou, Shinsou - roll over, on your back, please."

Shinsou grabs Katsuki round the middle, shoving his strong forearms under Katsuki's back and throws them over, Shinsou's back bouncing on the bed. Katsuki cries as the movement jostles his insides. He impales himself hard on Shinsou's cock, gravity pushing him down as Katsuki scrambles to hold himself up. Katsuki's eyes roll back as Shinsou rubs his prostate perfectly, thighs automatically clenching and ready to ride.

Deku stops Katsuki from moving with a touch that forces Katsuki to fold forward, covering Shinsou. Katsuki whimpers and Shinsou swallows his sound with an open mouthed kiss, hips twitching together.

Gnarled, twisted fingers prod at Katsuki's stuffed full asshole. Shinsou hisses into Katsuki's mouth, Deku obviously playing with him too. 

"Perfect. Absolutely perfect for me. My boys, my men. Fuck, fuck - Katsuki, Shinsou - I'm jealous." Deku sounds crazied by lust, his voice so deep and dark. "I wanna be inside Katsuki too. Can I? Can I join?"

Katsuki has no idea what mortifying noise moves past his lips, only that whatever noise Shinsou makes in response sets his blood aflame. Anticipation pools in his stomach at the thought of taking them both, two cocks at once. God, can his body even handle it?

Deku seems to think so, lube upending over Katsuki's back, dripping messily down to where Shinsou is buried inside still. Katsuki shifts his knees wider, tilting his hips up so Deku can have more access as he scoops up the lube and starts spreading it around Shinsou's cock, stretching Katsuki's rim even more.

Katsuki trembles when Deku slides a full finger in. Shinsou rubs soothing hands up and down Katsuki's back. "You're amazing, holy shit - Bakugou, kitten, gonna stuff you so full, you're never gonna get rid of us. Come on, kitten, deep breaths. Relax for us, relax for Midoriya."

Shinsou's voice is so melodic, even and calm. Katsuki leans into it, rest his head on Shinsou's shoulder, sucking soothingly on his neck as Deku slowly stretches him impossibly more. Shinsou hums and keeps talking, mumbling nonsense and flattery, large hand patting Katsuki's hair away from his sweaty face.

Deku hums in satisfaction, finishing with what feels like a gallon of lube shoved up Katsuki's hole. "Hold him for me, Shinsou." 

One of Deku's hands grabs Katsuki's hip keeping his body steady as the blunt end of Deku's cock presses in above Shinsou's dick. It's a lot. Katsuki whimpers, not even trying to hide his pained gasps.

"Shhh," Deku and Shinsou hush him at the same time. Deku stills his hips, his hand snaking between the crush of Katsuki's and Shinsou's bellies, searching for Katsuki's neglected cock. Shinsou rubs Katsuki's shoulders, massaging out the knots while Deku slowly strokes him to distract him from the stretch.

Inch by inch, Deku thrusts inside. Shinsou is tense under Katsuki, biting his lip bloody to keep from moving while Deku makes his way in. Katsuki moans helplessly, completely overwhelmed with everything.

"Brace yourselves." Deku says, lust drunk and panting.

The drag of his cock pulling out makes both Shinsou and Katsuki cry, and then Deku fucks back in. Any other day and it would feel gentle, careful. Already stuffed with Shinsou's cock? Katsuki screams, falling over the edge suddenly just from his ass being taken by two cocks at once. His insides flex and clench, making everything ten times better, his body tightening uncontrollably. 

"Holy shit," Shinsou curses, his voice strangled. "Did Bakugou just come dry?"

Deku mumbles a mile a minute and Katsuki understands none of it, realizing his cock is still hard and trapped on Shinsou's belly. Deku doesn't take a break, his blood up at having both Shinsou and Katsuki in his bed. Katsuki's whole world is centered on the two cocks moving in his ass as Deku fucks, kissing Shinsou, kissing Katsuki's slack mouth.

Shinsou starts to thrust up as much as he can, patience lost as his cock runs up next to Deku's, first out of rhythm and then finally the two moving in sync, leaving Katsuki to just take it, take them both over and over again until the tightness is gone, his hole willing and unresistant to their fucking.

Katsuki loses all ability to hold himself in place, the strength in his arms and legs gone. Shinsou takes his full weight and Deku positions him, moving his hips for them as Katsuki drools mindlessly. He can feel his insides flex, the intensity skyrocketing past his comprehension. It is nothing he has ever felt before.

It feels so damn good.

The bed shakes and Katsuki shakes with it as the second time in minutes he hurtles towards orgasm. This time his balls get into it, pulsating as Katsuki cums violently. His rim squeezes around the two cocks, trying in vain to keep them inside as Katsuki's cock twitches and hot spunk shoots all over Shinsou's stomach. It smears everywhere and Katsuki doesn't care, isn't even aware as the world dims, his mind blanking out with the force of the orgasm.

Things vaguely get wetter. Shinsou's head throws back into the pillow, Deku's fingers marking bruises in the meat of Katsuki's hips. Deku cries both their names in a refrain, over and over and over again. There's a familiar hiccup and warm splatters of tears on his back from Deku's cry baby habits. He assumes everyone is cumming too, feeling too fucked out to double check.

Katsuki hums vaguely, reaching behind him and patting Deku comfortingly on the ass cheek. He closes his eyes and rests on one of Shinsou's nicely formed pecs. There's the awareness that he just shared Deku with Shinsou, that they both used his ass, that the love hotel is covered in their sweat and cum and old, wilted flower petals.

Katsuki grins smugly anyways.

Part 6:

Situation eliminated.

"So, what next?" Deku asks, sweating and happy in the dirty sheets a few minutes later.

Katsuki stretches like a cat, gasping at the soreness in his body. His poor asshole. "Deku, seriously?"

Shinsou groans, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes. "I vote for a nap before we do any more."

"I meant after this!" Deku squawks.

Katsuki pillows his head on Deku's shoulder. "Well, I think you owe Shinsou a date at least."

Shinsou freezes. "Are you sure?"

Katsuki searches his feelings, trying to find any traps in his own mind. "Sure, why not."

Deku lets out a shuddering breath. "I love you so much, Kacchan. Thank you."

Shinsou runs a warm hand down Katsuki's back. "I like having you around Bakugou. It makes sense if we are going to do this that we do it as a team. Full communication and no hiding. I'm not here to steal Midoriya from you or ruin your relationship."

Katsuki kisses Deku lightly and pins Shinsou with a heavy stare. "As if you could. And hey - Deku loves you for a reason, eyebags. I'm willing to find out why."

Shinsou shivers, turning a pretty shade of pink at the implication. Deku laughs happily, the three bodies together warming Katsuki's bed. Katsuki slides down until he is resting his head comfortably over Deku's chest. His lungs are clear, his breathing easy. Casually, Katsuki swings his other arm over Shinsou's body, finding a steady beating heart and deep even breaths.

Katsuki grins, satisfied that there is no more ground left for deadly seeds to take root.