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"Don't you dare drive without your helmet, brat."

Katsuki groans, rolling his eyes so hard, he's sure one day they get stuck like that and he will definitely know who to blame immediately. See what you did, hag?

 "Of course not, do you think I'm stupid, old woman?" he shouts back as he walks towards his motorbike that's parked at the end of his parent's driveway.

"I do. And shut that mouth of yours, kid. Be careful on your way to uni," she calls back before the door closes behind her and she is gone inside the house.

That's what he gets for being a good son and stopping at his parent's house to deliver some bread for them to have for breakfast.
He puts on his helmet, lifting his hand goodbye at the window he can see his mom peeking out from, waving at him, and soon he is on his way.

The sun is already high above the huge building Katsuki is currently walking towards, making him question his fashion choice of the day. He wears black, of course he does because he's just amazing like that, but the black leather jacket and black jeans do make him feel a bit hot already. Well, at least he can get rid of the jacket.

He is about to do just that, stopping at a bench and putting the jacket in his backpack, when he hears noises coming from a few benches away in front of the big entrance. There seems to be going on something very funny, judging by the volume of the group that is chanting something Katsuki can't quite make out yet, while laughing.

Getting curious he moves closer, the chant making more sense the closer he gets. Get up! Get up! Get up! He can also hear the occasional insult among the yelling.

"Get up, pussy!"

A group of nosy people, much like Katsuki, gathered by the time he can finally see what exactly is going on.

A boy, probably around Katsuki's age and height is lying on the floor in the gravel, pushing himself up to try and stand, but is immediately shoved down again by someone each time he tries to get up.
Looking closer, Katsuki can see that the boy's elbows are bleeding from hitting the ground over and over again. 

He pushes past the people standing in front of him, the chanting still not stopping, and just as one of the assholes starts pushing his foot into the stomach of the boy on the ground, Katsuki knocks him off.

Hairspray, as dubbed by Katsuki, in all of his styled hair, big statue and too white teeth, glory seems to be too stunned to speak for a moment. The minions surrounding him not any better off than him.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing, Hairspray?"

That hair must be a fire hazard Katsuki thinks as he stares the man down.

"I should ask you that. Why the fuck are you getting involved, huh?" Hairspray spits back after collecting himself. Katsuki can see his eyes widening as an idea seems to have nestled inside that dusty chamber of his. "Oh wait! This is getting good! Ey, Twoface, is that your boyfriend? Whoa ewww– you are getting even more disgusting."

Katsuki doesn't break eye contact, obviously unimpressed by the childish taunting of the man.

"Get fucking lost," he says, not acknowledging the group any further and turns towards the boy who is still down, feeling around for the glasses he must have lost during his fall.
Katsuki kneels, picking up the glasses and pushing them into the boys hand.

He can hear footsteps approaching from behind and quickly gets up again to block an incoming fist from The Firehazard, but before one of them can do anything they hear the sharp noise of campus security pushing through the now huge group of people with their whistles.
The assholes immediately run off, not before flipping Katsuki off.

"Better watch your back, fucking pussy," Hairspray calls over his shoulder and is quickly gone after. Katsuki is not sure if he meant him or the boy. Probably both.

He sighs, rolling his shoulders, regretting his life choices. I'm really a fucking nice guy.

The mass of people is gone now, disappointed after not getting to see a fight. It's just Katsuki and the boy he helped out. He contemplates just leaving, he is probably late for classes anyway, but the sight of the boy kneeling still on the gravel, trying to get his belongings together and back in his bag gets him to change his mind.

He kneels beside him again and starts picking up books and drawings that are scattered around. That's when the boy speaks for the first time.

"Thank you."

It's a bit quiet but Katsuki could still hear him. He grunts in acknowledgment and continues picking up the items around them. That's when he gets a closer look at the boy. Two toned hair, red and white, probably dyed, and two different eye colors. Maybe not dyed hair after all? A big scar is covering a huge part of the boy's face and his eyes look big through the almost comically large glasses he wears.

Katsuki realizes then that he shares classes with him, don't ask how he didn't remember immediately after seeing someone that has such recognizable looks, he likes to mind his own business when he is studying.

He would just like to know–

"What happened back there? Did you piss them off or something?"

They are done collecting everything now and Katsuki offers a hand to finally help the boy up. He stumbles a bit and Katsuki is secretly glad he decided to stay and help instead of going to class. 
He carries both backpacks and sets them down on the bench, sitting next to them and waiting for an answer.

Halfie, as now called by Katsuki, sits down beside him.

"I don't think I did? Not on purpose for sure, but they have been after me for a while now. I was sitting on this bench and they suddenly came from behind and pushed me off. I don't know their names but the man you pushed said I was being disrespectful in not offering the bench to his girlfriend," Halfie finally answers. Katsuki honestly didn't expect him to talk that much, but he takes what he gets.

He studies the guy a bit closer, lean but definitely muscular; as tall as him– 

"Why didn't you just punch him in the face? Bet he won't do that again," he asks as his eyes land on the guy's elbows again. He takes his backpack and rummages through it until he finds what he was looking for.

He holds his hand out expectantly, waiting for a confused Halfie to hold his own hand out, which Katsuki takes and pulls towards him, turning the arm until he can reach the injury.

Finally understanding what Katsuki is doing, "Oh no you don't have to– you did so much already, it's really enough," he tries to gently pull his arm away.

"Shut it, Halfie," Katsuki grumbles as he holds tighter onto the arm, not looking away from the spot he is currently disinfecting. "This might sting a bit," he adds when Halfie sucks a breath through his teeth.

They are quiet until Katsuki put a huge bandaid over the spot and gestures for the boy to show him his other arm. He doesn't protest this time and instead talks again.

"I can't see very well without my glasses, I'm completely blind in one eye, so that makes it difficult for me to defend myself against a group of people. Especially if they take my glasses," well, that at least answered Katsuki's question. 

He nods, showing Halfie he understood, but doesn't say anything as he continues cleaning the injury.

"Why did you call me Halfie?" The silence is interrupted again. Halfie sure seems to be talkative, Katsuki thinks.

"Shouldn't I?" Katsuki asks, suddenly remembering the name the asshole gave him earlier. Twoface. Oh did he fuck up?

"No, I don't mind it. It's better than the other names people give me," Halfie answers after contemplating the nickname. "But my name is Shoto."

Katsuki is done tending the injuries now and puts everything back where it belongs, lifting a brow as he eyes Shoto.

"What, first name basis already, Halfie?" He smirks, amused at the color adoring Shoto's cheeks as he realizes that, he indeed offered.

"Oh– no sorry, I assumed... since you gave me the nickname and–" Shoto stops his rambling as he hears Katsuki snort amused.

"I'm just messing with you, Halfie. Katsuki. Bakugou if you want the full name."

"Katsuki," Shoto repeats, as if testing the name out. Katsuki can't deny that it feels nice being called by his first name, not a lot of people get the privilege to do that. Looks like this boy he decided to help today is one of the few.

"I'm sorry you missed class because of me," Shoto bows his head towards him, the glasses almost slipping down his nose.

Katsuki gets up then, slinging the strap of his backpack over his shoulder and starts walking towards the campus caffe. Shoto stays on the bench, looking at Katsuki's retreating back, worried he might have made the man mad in reminding him.
He gets ready to go to the library, having missed his class too when he suddenly hears Katsuki again.

"You gotta hurry and keep up or I'll go without you, Halfie," he calls over his shoulder as he continues walking. Shoto needs a second until the words sink in and when they do his eyes light up. He hurries to get up, almost stumbling over his feet, and joggs up to Katsuki, glasses threatening to slip again when he reaches him.

"Why do you have such big glasses?" Katsuki asks curiously after watching Shoto push them up his nose for probably the 3rd time today.

"They are my mom's."

It doesn't answer his question, but there seems to be a meaning behind it and Katsuki doesn't need to know what exactly that is.

"Oh, okay," he just leaves it at that.

They spend some time drinking coffee, just talking and getting to know each other and even though Katsuki is not really someone who just sits down and drinks coffee with strangers, he has to admit that this Shoto guy isn't too annoying to be around. Maybe not even bad to look at, but he will keep these thoughts to himself.

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After saying goodbye to Katsuki and done with classes for the day, Shoto decides to visit his mom after school. Even though his day started awful, he can't help but smile to himself as he walks down the streets towards the hospital. A warmth he hasn't felt in a long time makes him almost dizzy and he has to will himself to not get lost in his head, repeating the day's events over and over in his mind. He made a friend. 

Or maybe not a friend?

Shoto frowns at the thought. Maybe Katsuki doesn't want to be his friend–

Doesn't matter. He helped me and that is enough. 

He still decides to ask him the next time he sees him. All of this is a bit confusing for Shoto. He is not the greatest at understanding social situations and people have made fun of him for that a lot in the past. But he has a feeling that Katsuki won't do that. From the few hours he got to learn more about the man he understood that Katsuki is not beating around the bush and says what he means, which is really helpful for Shoto in understanding him.

He stops at the flower shop across the street from the hospital and gets his mom some flowers, it's a routine at this point.

When he first started to get in contact with his mother again, he was always very nervous before visiting her, but nowadays that is not the case anymore. She makes him feel loved and understands him like no one else does.

A quick knock on the door and he can hear her voice from inside her room, "Come in."

"Hi, mom," he greets her, peeking his head in first thing before opening the door completely.

The warm feeling gets stronger as he sees how surprised but happy she is at his unannounced visit. She goes to hug him immediately, years of both of them learning to heal make it possible for them to be close to each other without fear of hurting or getting hurt.

She gets his favorite drink from the mini fridge, always stocked up with Shoto's and his sibling's faves, and puts the flowers in a vase on her desk.

Shoto sits down on the floor beside her bed, like he always does, and waits for his mom to go sit behind him on the bed. All of this is routine and Shoto loves it, loves having something that's always the same.

"You look so happy today, sweetie, did something happen?" She asks as she sits on the bed and starts doing what she always does, separating Shoto's split hair.

He is sitting on a cushion on the floor between her legs, back turned to his mom. Sometimes he lays his head sideways on her thigh when he gets sleepy from the feeling of his moms gentle hands in his hair.

"I met someone today," he tells her, trying to contain his excitement but of course there is no fooling his mom.

"Oh! That is wonderful, Shoto! What is he like?" She asks, excited to hear her son talk about someone, knowing how difficult it is for him to fit in. Someone that seems  to have made her youngest happy.

"Oh, he- wait, how did you know it was a man?" He asks, confused.

"Lucky guess, my sweetie, just a lucky guess," she smiles.

Shoto is still confused but continues, "I see- Anyways, his name is Katsuki and we have psychology classes together. I have seen him before, I mean how could you not notice him the way he dresses. Like not in a bad way, he always wears black and has nailpolish on his nails and sometimes he also wears make up and-" he continues to describe Katsuki's looks, oblivious to the smile on his mother's face as he so excitedly talks about the friend he made. 

She loves when he opens up and rambles about things he likes; looks like a certain someone can be added to that list now.

"–and he has a motorbike. I have not seen it yet, but maybe he will show me some time? I have to ask him. He is also in a band. Oh, I forgot to tell you, he has lots of tattoos and piercings too," he pauses to take a breath and Rei takes the opportunity to ask questions.

"He seems to be nice, I'm really happy you met someone like that, Shoto. But sweetie, I noticed you have bandaids on your elbows, did you hurt yourself?"

Of course Rei is not oblivious to the fact that Shoto has problems to fit in. She has had suspicions that people might be hurting her son but Shoto is not helpful when she tries to find out more. He closes up when she tries to ask him, always having excuses. So she doesn't ask directly.

"Yeah I fell."

Of course, nothing more. If she tried to ask for details now he would go completely quiet and that's the last thing she wants.

"I see. Please be more careful, sweetie," the strands of hair slip between her fingers as he nods, "and as always, tell me if there is something that's heavy on your heart, okay?" She adds, holding branches out as much as she can. Maybe Shoto will take them some day.

He is quiet and she continues to part his hair again.

"So, did Katsuki help you put the bandaids on?" She tries to get him to talk again.

He carefully runs his fingers up one of his elbows and relaxes into her thigh again. A success.

"Mhm, he also disinfected the spots."

"Looks like he knows what he is doing."

"I think he does," he pauses. "Mom?" He asks, pushing the glasses he once took from her and never gave back up his nose, a nervous thing he does sometimes. At least they are helping him see better so she can't be mad he refuses to give them back to her.

"What is it, sweetie?"

"I'm not sure if Katsuki and I are friends. Like, how do I know if we are? Can we even be friends after knowing each other for only one day?"

Her heart clenches at the pure innocence and insecurity of her youngest baby. She really wishes she could have been there for him growing up, maybe he would be better at understanding certain situations?

"Well, you could ask him. But from the things you told me about him, I'm sure he wouldn't say no to being your friend."

Shoto's thoughts exactly. He is glad she thinks the same.

They talk a bit more for a while, the sun getting lower outside, coloring the surprisingly comfortable hospital room in cozy colors.

Shoto says goodbye, promising to come back soon.

Rei watches her son leave through the gate out of her window. He is holding his head high, maybe that Katsuki boy will really change something in her son's life. She hopes for the best.

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After getting home from band practice that night, Katsuki thinks about the encounter he had with the half and half kid.

From the conversation they had he learned that Halfie's hair is in fact not dyed, he was born with heterochromia in his hair and eyes. Which, in Katsuki's opinion is pretty cool, not everyone looks that special.

Katsuki learned a lot about Shoto today since, even though he does not look like it, Halfie talks a lot. Probably not with everyone though.

He now knows that his last name is Todoroki, he is a major in education and lives alone in the uni dorms. From his own observations Katsuki learned, that Shoto can be a bit oblivious and awkward, but understands quickly after someone explains whatever he is struggling with. Katsuki is used to this, being friends with having Dunce Face hanging off his ass almost daily.

He noticed that Shoto is shy about asking for help though, unlike Denki who just goes "huh?" when being clueless. 

One thing that Shoto said specifically stuck with Katsuki. They have been after me for a while now, he said when Katsuki asked him what he did that the group was attacking him. He decides that he will keep an eye on that. Call him soft, but there are not many things he hates more than people who believe they are above everyone else, who kick down on the ones that are quieter, maybe even helpless, to impress others, like little dogs wiggling their tail.

He was like that too as a kid and he regrets it.

As he washes his face, never skipping the make up removal, he remembers how surprised and happy Halfie was when Katsuki asked him to come with him to drink a coffee. 

Yeah, he will keep an eye on him. Their conversation wasn't bad and Shoto is not half as annoying and draining to be around as Katsuki's friends idiotsquad.

And maybe, just maybe, he kinda even enjoyed talking with him.

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As soon as he enters the auditorium he can hear commotion in the last rows. It's the assholes from yesterday, pretending they are the only ones existing in this fucking huge room at fuck o'clock in the morning. Katsuki's really not in the mood for this. Interesting to see what skum decides to study psychology these days though.

Katsuki scans the room for a certain someone and soon discovers the reason why those fuckers are having a blast this morning. Just two rows down from where they are is Shoto, headphones in and trying his best to ignore the paper and pencils that are thrown at him. Katsuki is wondering for a second why Halfie is not changing seats but another scan of the room and he realizes that the auditorium is completely full, every single seat taken and some students even sit on the floor.

He groans, looks like two classes were put together today. Fuck his life.

He makes his way to the stairs, if he has to sit on the floor he will do that where he can see Halfie. 
Just as he reaches the row he hears a yelp and watches as Shoto jumps out of his seat, desperately pulling at his hoodie in the back.

Katsuki's brows furrow as he tries to see what's going on when the assholes start screaming and laughing, pointing fingers. Everyone around seems to either start laughing too, or trying to get a glimpse at what's happening.

"Babe, what the fuck, that was my coffee," a blond chick pouts at no other than fucking Hairspray, who doesn't even react, just wipes his tears from laughing so hard, an empty cup of coffee-to-go rolling off his table.

He looks back at where Shoto pulls the hoodie over his head and sure enough, a huge, brown stain covers the entire back of his white T-shirt. 

Katsuki climbs up the stairs again, pushing through the seats until he stands directly behind Hairspray, takes his energy drink out of the side of his backpack and- 

empties it over the asshole's perfectly styled hair.

No one noticed him approaching, and when they finally did, Hairspray was already soaked. It's quiet. The laughing stopped and everyone is watching the two men now,  curious to see what will happen next.
Katsuki leans down, face hovering next to the other's and grins while, making eye contact with a shocked Halfie before turning his attention to the other man again.

"Better watch your back you fucking loser. This is a game I can play for fucking ever, got it?" He doesn't wait for an answer, Hairspray sitting wide eyed, staring into nothing. 
"You can keep that," Katsuki adds and puts the empty can neatly on the desk in front of him, before smashing it with his fist.

He turns and walks towards the stairs again, everyone's eyes on him. As if he fucking cares. When he finally walks down Shoto's row, he takes Halfie's backpack and gently takes a stunned Shoto's wrist to pull him along and out of the room.

They walk into the closest bathroom, Shoto still looking at Katsuki wide eyed, maybe even a bit in awe.

"Take your shirt off."

That snaps Shoto back.

"W-what?" 

Katsuki waves his hand in front of Shoto's face. "Hey Halfie, anyone up there? I said take your shirt off, you just got brewing coffee all over your back, I gotta see the damage."

That makes sense. Shoto nods, "oh right, sorry," and pulls the shirt over his head, careful to not knock his glasses off.

Katsuki holds onto his shoulders and turns him around, pulling tissues from the dispenser to wet them under running water.

"No need to apologize. Your skin is a bit pink but it doesn't look too serious, the coffee was probably cooled down already," Katsuki says, carefully wiping off the sticky liquid to not further irritate the skin.

Shoto can see Katsuki through the mirror and the way he bites on his tongue piercing in concentration. 

And again Katsuki was there to help him, this is the second time in just two days.

"Thank you, Katsuki."

Katsuki looks up and meets Shoto's eyes in the mirror. "Don't worry about it, Halfie, this is what every decent human being would do," he says as he goes back to what he was doing.

"No one ever did."

Katsuki scowls at Shoto's back. "You have never met decent human beings then."

Shoto tilts his head to the side at that, "I met you though."

Katsuki looks up again and grins, "damn right you did."

Shoto ponders if he should ask him–

"Katsuki?"

"Hmm?"

"Are we friends?" Neutral expression on the outside, but Shoto is fighting to not run off right there. What if Katsuki says no? 

He eyes Katsuki closely, who seems to think about it.

"I mean," he looks up seeing that Shoto is already staring at him, hope in his eyes, "yeah, why not."

He can literally feel the tension falling off Shoto's back under his hands and he knows he said the right thing. Halfie's eyes light up again like they did the day before.

They are quiet then, Katsuki finishing up the cleaning and looks over Shoto's back once more. The pink started to go away again so luckily it's not a bad burn. Now there is another problem.

"You don't have a second shirt with you, do you?"

Shoto sighs, closing his eyes in frustration. He looks so done.

"No. Of course not."

Katsuki feels bad for him. That boy seems to be nothing but a kind person, all of this is very unfair. He has an idea though.

"You live in the dorms, right? Are they close?"

Shoto finally turns around and leans against the sink. 

"They are down the street."

"Perfect," Katsuki pulls down the zipper of his jacket, handing it to Shoto. "You're gonna get some new clothes, I'll go back to the lecture and take notes for us, you join me when you're ready, deal?"

Shoto can't seem to grasp the fact that someone who is not family would care for him that much. He stares, mouth slightly open and takes the jacket, nodding yes. 

Katsuki laughs, "don't look at me like that, Shou, and close your mouth, you're gonna catch flies."

Shoto closes his mouth, teeth clacking together, and puts the jacket on. It's too big for him, but the leather feels amazing on his skin. It smells just as amazing. 

He smiles at the new nickname he got. Shou.

"Thank you, Katsuki," he already thanked him earlier, but Shoto feels so thankful, he doesn't know how to properly express his feelings except, thanking him once again sincerely.

Washing his hands in the sink, Katsuki clicks his tongue, watching Shoto in the mirror. 
"Already told you, there's nothing you have to thank me for, Halfie," Katsuki says, grinning as he shakes his wet hand towards Shoto, showering him in small drops of water.

"Katsukiii-," Shoto laughs, grabbing his backpack to run towards the door of the bathroom and escape the attack. He waves at the door and just like that, he is gone.

A smile lingers on Katsuki's face as he dries his hands. He is proud to have made Shoto laugh after everything that happened today. He can also clap himself on the back for keeping his assholeness back when Shoto asked him if they were friends, where Katsuki usually yells at his idiots that 'we aren't friends!', he is proud to have said the right thing Shoto needed to hear, which is simply admitting that, "yes, we are friends." It's true after all, and Katsuki understands that Shoto needed the verbal confirmation for that.

He opens the door to the auditorium, scanning the first rows for the guy he drowned in energy drink and is pleased to find that he is still sitting there, wet as a rat, too proud to make the walk of shame to the bathrooms it seems.
 Katsuki wiggles his fingers at him in a mock wave, enjoying the scowl on the asshole's face, and sits down on the first step of the stairs. The lecture started about 15 minutes ago, he didn't miss much.

The door opens again about another 15 minutes later and Shoto makes his way straight over to where Katsuki is, stealing a glance at his bullies but quickly looking away again. He is wearing a new hoodie, Katsuki's jacket on top.

Katsuki can't deny that he feel a slight warmth spread through his body at the sight of someone wearing his clothes, someone he counts as a friend. Funny how he can feel that way about a person that he literally just met.

Shoto sits down beside him, taking the notes Katsuki hands him and they sit in a comfortable silence until the end of the lecture.

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They walk side by side out of the building at the end of their school day, deeply in conversation until they stop beside Katsuki's bike.

"Wait, so Denki did what?" Shoto asks, in shock but also very curious about the things he is learning about Katsuki's friends right now.

"The idiot rubbed balloons all over himself and stuck a lightbulb in his mouth to make it light up," Katsuki groans, pretending to be annoyed and not laugh out loud any second. "His first idea was to stick it in a socket so, it could be worse," he adds.

Shoto listens to every word he says and Katsuki can literally see his brain working to imagine the crazy stuff his friends do.

"They seem to be so fun," he says with a tiny smile.

Katsuki watches him, thinking. 

"They are- sometimes..." he admits, "you should meet them," he adds after thinking about it. They are chaotic and loud, yes, but also very kind people. He is sure they would love to meet Shoto too and he tells him as much.

Shoto puts his backpack down and starts taking off the jacket he is still wearing, since Katsuki needs it for his drive home.

"I would love to meet them," he says as he hands the jacket back, "are you sure they are okay with it?" The last thing Shoto wants is to push himself onto someone or disrupt a perfectly fine friendship.

Katsuki is putting his helmet on as he assures him. "Believe me, Shoto, they will love to meet you. They can be overwhelming, but they are also very nice people. Remember how we talked about decent human beings today?"

Shoto nods, he remembers.

"Even thought they are dumb as fuck, they are very caring people. They know how to treat someone, don't worry about it," Katsuki says as he gets on his bike. "I'm gonna take you to band practice the next few days after school, I got a helmet at home for you, alright, Halfie? You're not scared of riding with me, are you?" He asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes, or what Shoto can see of them through the open visor.

He shakes his head no, because he really is not.

"Good," Katsuki sounds almost proud. "You got my number, I'll text you to let you know when we will go see the idiots. See ya, Halfie," and with that Katsuki starts the machine and drives off.

Shoto waves after him until he is gone.

He forgot they exchanged numbers in class so Katsuki could send him the notes he took. He takes out his phone and yes, there is his contact. Shoto puts his earphones on and walks down towards where he lives, listening to music. 

There is a smile on his face that won't go away for the rest of the night.

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For the next week no one tries to even look at Shoto the wrong way, Katsuki always being close by.

They spend all their time in school together, drinking coffee, studying in the library or Shoto walking Katsuki to the parking lot at the end of the school day.

Shoto sometimes draws while sitting with Katsuki, the other listening to music or studying. They can sit in comfortable silence without it being awkward.

Maybe there was a reason they found each other.

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A few days later Shoto gets a text from Katsuki.

Katsuki: Hey, you still up to meet the idiots? We can go tomorrow if you want.
Katsuki: They want me to tell you that they are excited to meet you.
Katsuki: Told ya ;)

Shoto had been sitting on his couch, drawing in his sketchbook while listening to a playlist Katsuki sent him the link to, when the messages popped up. 

He smiles at his phone, the last two messages helping him to get over his nervousness.

Shoto: Sure.
Shoto: I'm excited to meet them too.

He scrolls through his album for a minute and sends a picture of a cat smiling into the camera after. Katsuki already laughed at him for "texting like a grandma" but that won't stop Shoto from sending random pictures. 

He learned that Katsuki's teasing is not meant to make him feel bad, the opposite actually. He likes that Katsuki makes an effort to explain something like this to him. 

A new message pops in a few minutes later and to his surprise it's not Katsuki complaining about more cat photos on his phone, but it's a photo of Katsuki himself. Shoto taps on it, zooming in on the cat Katsuki is petting. It looks like he is crouching in a driveway, an orange cat climbing into his lap. There is a slight smile on his face and Shoto zooms in on that next. Katsuki looks soft, Shoto really likes that look on him. He studies the make up around Katsuki's eyes, still amazed by how well it suits him and wishes he could do that too.

He looks at the picture a bit longer until a new message pops up at the top of the screen again.

Katsuki: This is Garfield. He lives in the garage we use as our studio and we feed him. You will meet him too tomorrow.

Now Shoto really can't wait for tomorrow. Maybe Garfield will become his second friend in just one week!

He likes the picture with a heart and tells Katsuki that he hopes the cat will like him. They chat some more, Katsuki letting him know that he will also drive Shoto home again tomorrow night and that it could become a bit late. Which is fine, it's the weekend anyway.

That night Shoto looks at the picture once more. The cat is so cute but he is not the only reason Shoto zooms in and out of it. He likes Katsuki. A lot. He is so glad he found a friend like him and loves how much he has been learning from him in only a week of knowing each other.

Shoto likes how soft Katsuki looks in the picture because, no matter how much the man is scowling at everything and everyone, he is always calmer around Shoto. Maybe Shoto has some kind of influence on Katsuki too?

He falls asleep to that thought, excited and a bit nervous about tomorrow.

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"I got a jacket and gloves that are too small for me and-," Katsuki hands him the things as he opens the sports bag he brought with him today, "-and a helmet."

Shoto looks at the black helmet which is similar to the one Katsuki wears, minus the orange designs. He puts everything on, the jacket still just a bit too big, the gloves fitting perfectly. Katsuki hands him the helmet then and explains to him how to make sure that it sits perfectly without slipping.

As soon as Shoto is all set, Katsuki gets on the bike.

"Okay Halfie, listen, this is important. There are some rules I have to explain to you so we will get there safely, alright?"

Shoto looks up from where he has been fiddling with the gloves and focuses fully on him.

Pleased, Katsuki continues. "See that muffler there? They can get super fucking hot, so make sure you mount and dismount the bike on the other side. Then, these pegs here, they are for your feet. It's very important that your feet stay on these. If we drive and for whatever reason you feel the need to get your feet off of them, forget that!" He points at everything as he talks.

"Next, you have to wait for me to tell you when to get on and off the bike because otherwise the whole thing could just fall to the side with us on top if I'm not balancing it. Lastly, make sure to lean the same direction as I do when we make turns, don't lean the opposite direction or we won't get around," he finishes, watching as Shoto nods along to show he understood everything.

"Alright Halfie, put your helmet on," Katsuki instructs as he watches Shoto get on the non- muffler side of the bike. Good boy.

Katsuki raises the kickstand and starts the engine before holding the brake and planting his feet on the ground.

"The helmet fits? Not slipping around or anything?" He asks loudly to be heard over the engine. Shoto gives him a thumbs up, everything fits.

"Good. You can get on, remember what I told you."

Shoto does as told and soon he sits behind Katsuki, both of their backpacks on his back.

"The weight has to be centered," Katsuki says over his shoulder, "come closer to me, Halfie. Hold on to me tight, especially when we start driving off."

Shoto scoots closer until his thighs press up against Katsuki's hips from both sides and wraps his arms around Katsuki's waist.

"I'm ready," and that's the sign for Katsuki to go.

It's about a 20 minute ride and Shoto enjoys every second of it. Katsuki is warm against him and he feels safe. From time to time Katsuki checks in on him and soon they reach their destination. 

Shoto waits for Katsuki's permission to get off and he watches him roll the bike next to a garage with a very colorful gate.

"You are a good passenger princess, Halfie. Did everything just like I told you," Katsuki says as he approaches him again, ruffling Shoto's hair.

A funny feeling spreads through Shoto's stomach at being called a princess, but he quickly puts that on the list of nicknames Katsuki has for him. He follows him to a door on the side of the garage and they enter the room where Katsuki and his friends have been making music for years now.

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Shoto is not sure what he was expecting honestly, but a group of young adults  greeting him excitedly from their seats and a woman rushing towards them, greeting him and making him compliments was not exactly it. 

"Shoto! We are so excited to meet you! Please feel yourself at home, dear. Katsuki! Bother to tell me why you didn't mention how gorgeous this man is, what the fuck?!" The woman with pink hair, Mina if he remembers correctly, asks as she takes his backpacks and helmet from him, squinting at Katsuki.

He blushes slightly at the compliment, it feels genuine, unlike the jokes people played on him in the past.

"Hi, nice to meet you too um, Mina, right?" He asks as he gets dragged towards a couch circle in the middle of the room. He remembers her name from the stories Katsuki told him.

"Aww you know my name? You are so cute, what!? Katsuki totally did not lie when he said you are a sweet person," she whispers the last part to him, loud enough to be heard in the entire room.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch," Katsuki shouts from where he is sticking his head in the fridge to get them something to drink.

Everyone starts laughing, not in a mean way Shoto realizes, and he smiles along with them at the interaction. The atmosphere is relaxing and he can see that this is nothing out of the ordinary for them. He sits down in a fluffy pile of cushions and blankets and soon Katsuki joins him.

They introduces themselves, and Shoto tries his best to remember everything.

Kirishima, a tall, muscular man who honestly looks a bit intimidating at first is a true sweetheart. He owns the garage and is playing the keyboard.

Jiro is the lead singer of the band. She dresses similarly to Katsuki and they are even wearing matching nailpolish right now. She is very nice too.

Denki is joking about everything and everyone but he doesn't mean any harm. He can make everyone laugh and even found ways to make Shoto giggle throughout the evening. He plays the electric guitar.

Hanta is very calm and a nice person to be around if you want to just relax a bit. He has probably even more tattoos than Katsuki! He is the bassist of the group.

Mina is very kind and makes sure everyone feels included, always. Similarly to Denki she is very funny. She is not a member of the band in terms of playing an instrument, she organizes gigs and small concerts in clubs.

Katsuki is the drummer and also a backing vocalist. He sings parts in duets or just in the background along with Jiro. Shoto can imagine that his rough voice sounds beautiful in a song; calming.

Garfield is the band mascot and currently cuddled up in Shoto's lap.

He feels amazing being surrounded by so many wonderful people. They talk and joke around, making sure he feels included but also not pressuring him to interact with them. 

"Shoto, do you play an instrument?" Jiro asks him after they are done introducing themselves.

"No, I don't. I wish I could though," he says as he takes the soda Katsuki offers him and continues to pet Garfield.

"Don't worry bro, I'm sure you are good at something else instead," Kirishima chimes in from where he is currently trying to push away Denki's feet, who tries to put them on his lap over and over again.

"Yes, Kiri is right, what are your hobbies, Shoubaby?" Mina asks excitedly.

Another nickname for his mental list.

"I draw sometimes and I used to dance," Shoto answered carefully, for both he has been made fun of in the past, so he hasn't told anyone in quite a while. Of course here and now there is nothing he has to worry about.

"Whoa! That's so cool!" Hanta leans forward, "do you perhaps draw from anime or manga sometimes?" He asks enthusiastically.

Shoto nods, Hanta's excitement contagious, and he leans forward too. 

"I do."

"Dude, that's so cool! Which ones are your favorite to draw? Or just your favorites in general?"

Shoto thinks for a second, continuing to pet Garfield. He feels eyes on him to his right, Katsuki seems to be watching him. Maybe he is also following their conversation?

"My favorite anime to watch is Hunter x Hunter, but I've been catching up on Naruto recently so I have been drawing some Naruto art for a while," he answers.

"I love Naruto! Who is your favorite?"

"Um, that's difficult, I can't really decide between Kakashi, Shikamaru and Gaara," Shoto pushes his glasses up his nose, thinking. "Maybe Gaara."

Hanta nods approvingly and they continue their conversation.

A while later Shoto turns towards Katsuki, who has been quietly drinking his own soda and observing the different conversations his friends have had. 

"What kind of music do you guys make?"

The entire group lights up at that, excited to show their new friend.

Katsuki points towards the loudspeakers. "Hey Ears, put on Just Pretend."

Jiro gets up, groaning and giving Katsuki the middle finger for being rude, who in turn kicks lightly at her as she walks past him.

He then turns to Shoto again. "We do mostly song covers for gigs, Linkin Park, Metallica, Bad Omens, we did even Queen, literally just whatever the people want us to do. We do have our owns songs but they don't get much attention. Yet," he adds with a wink.

Shoto wants to hear their own music too. Maybe another time.

The song begins, Jiro's soft voice fills the room, Katsuki's deep one joining in before the chorus and then- 
Katsuki sings the full chorus alone, the drums, like explosions, joining him. 

He sounds amazing! They are amazing! Shoto sits there wide eyed, mouth open in shock, his foot tapping to the beat as if it had a will on its own.

A ringed finger carefully tips his chin up, closing his mouth, and he watches Katsuki smirk in amusement as he retreats his hand again. His ears betray him, a cute red blush coloring them at Shoto's obvious reaction.

Everyone watches Shoto, he can see how proud they are of what they created. The song ends and Shoto still doesn't know what to say.

Thank the gods for Denki. "Guys, I think we broke him. Looks like he likes it," he jokes. Shoto nods.

"Yeah, I don't really know what to say- I'm at a loss for words, but in a good way, you know?" He makes sure to add the last part so they don't think he didn't like it. Because he did, very much so.

They laugh at his reaction, maybe they really broke him. 

Shoto looks at Katsuki again. Who would have thought that the man was such a vocal powerhouse. And Jiro too.

He can't wait to hear more, or maybe even see them live some day.

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The evening continues with them playing drinking games, Katsuki and Shoto enjoying their sodas while the others preferred something stronger.

Katsuki still has to drive them home and when the others offered Shoto some alcohol, he politely declined, never having tried alcohol before and not feeling comfortable to do that tonight. 

It's a simple card game where they have to take sips depending on the number on the card, drink the whole drink in one go or swap drinks with someone else. The rules are simple and even though Shoto only plays when he can, sipping a specific number from his drink, he has fun.

Mina and Denki have to swap drinks at one point and the way her face scrunches up at the concoction in her hands is hilarious. Shoto has a blast.

It's his turn again and he has to swap drinks. They skipped those rounds every time he had to, but this time his partner is Katsuki.

"Oh! Shoubaby, you can play that round, right? Grumpy has a soda too," Mina taps his arm from where she is sitting on his left. She moved there at one point during the evening, assisting him in cuddling Garfield, who hasn't moved away once.

"Uh, I don't know. Katsuki?" He asks, turning towards the blond who is already watching him.

"Sure, here. Just uh- there is lipstick on the rim of the can, sorry for that," he murmurs as he takes the can from Shoto, looking apologetic.

Shoto takes it and there is indeed some black color, he doesn't mind though.

"It's okay," he says, not bothering to wipe it away, and the game continues.

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It's pretty late now, a little after midnight, and Shoto is getting tired. The comfortable atmosphere and wonderful company are lulling him into a state of calmness and he relaxes into the couch, head falling against the backrest and onto Katsuki's arm he put there at one point. Shoto can't be bothered to lift his head up again though, so Katsuki will have to live with that now.

He closes his eyes and relaxes, the warm weight in his lap grounding him even further.

After what seems an eternity, but could only have been minutes, Katsuki's fingers start drawing circles on Shoto's shoulder, pulling him out of his doze and waking him up again.

"Tired?" Katsuki asks as his fingers continue their artwork of circles.

"A little," Shoto confesses, turning his head towards Katsuki and opening his eyes. They are pretty close now, face to face with Katsuki also leaning against the backrest since his arm is still trapped.

"We can go home any time you want, Halfie," his voice is calm, eyes studying Shoto's face. Shoto is surprised to realize, he doesn't mind. Not if Katsuki is doing it.

"I don't want the evening to end, Katsuki," he is whispering that part, only meant for his first friend to hear, "I had so much fun today, your friends are wonderful."

Katsuki squeezes his shoulder before continuing the caressing, it feels very good.

"They are your friends now too, ya know?"

Right, they called him their friend multiple times tonight. They even added him to their group chat. Shoto feels butterflies in his stomach, realizing that he has more than a handful of people who like him. Who don't have ill intentions.

And all that because the man in front of him decided to help him that day about a week ago. Even a second time after. 

He suddenly gets the overwhelming urge to hug Katsuki. To thank him once again.

Instead he closes his eyes again and relaxes once more into the arm behind him, oblivious to the knowing smirks of his new friends directed at Katsuki who just flips them off and ignores them.

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Katsuki made a handful of discoveries tonight. For one, trusting his friends to warmly welcome Shoto into their group was the best decision he made in a while.

Hanta and Shoto bonding over being nerds was a surprise to him, a very welcome one on top of that, remembering the way Shoto was excitedly talking with him about anime and manga.

Furthermore, and he is not one to lie to himself, he realized that he felt drawn towards Shoto a lot tonight, watching him talk or cuddle the cat. If he thinks about it, it has been like that since he met Shoto honestly, tonight he was just really realizing it, especially after having his friends' teasing him silently all night.

He doesn't have a problem with it, developing a crush is nothing new to him and he can live with it being just a short, one-sided thing. If Shoto wants to be nothing more than friends that's okay. And also, he doesn't know what Shoto wants, so it's no use getting a headache over it. 

He didn't plan on having Shoto almost fall asleep on his arm, but he can't say he hates it. He watches him, can't help it, the way his lashes throw shadows on his cheeks, the tiny smile, the strands of hair falling on his face and over the glasses.

Maybe it's not a crush in developing stage anymore.

After a few minutes he starts drawing circles on Shoto's arms, and he has to admit his heart made a jump in his chest when Shoto turned his head and they were suddenly face to face.

There are smudges of his lipstick from the can on Shoto's top lip and he has to physically hold himself back from wiping it off.

His poor heart.

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It's a little after 1am now when he wakes Shoto up again. His arm fell asleep along with Shoto at some point and it was a pain in the ass to get the idiots to keep quiet. They made a bunch of photos, of course they did.

"Hey Shou," he carefully moves his arm, pulling Shoto into his side and watches him wake up.

"Let's go home, it's pretty late now."

Shoto rubs his eyes, cute, and sits up, watching the others play cards for a few minutes until he is fully awake again.

They pause their game to say goodbye.

"Shoto I'm so happy Grumpy decided to bring you here today, you are such a cutie!" Mina hugs him goodbye at the door, Shoto awkwardly returning it. He doesn't seem to be uncomfortable though.

"I'm happy too, I had so much fun today," he says waving at the rest of the group.

"Bro, next weekend we throw a party for my birthday here, there will be a handful more people though, would you wanna come too?" Kirishima asks and Katsuki watches Shoto for any sign he would be uncomfortable with that. He only looks surprised though.

Shoto turns to Katsuki, as if he wants to ask for his opinion. He tilts his head in Kirishima's direction, letting Shoto know it's up to him to decide if he wants to go.

Shoto nods then. "I'd love to. Um, should I bring something?"

Kiri gives him a big smile and a thumbs up. "Nope, just yourself is enough."

Katsuki takes that as their cue to go now. "Alright, shitheads, see ya," he opens the door as he gets boo's from his friends and he leads the way out, Shoto waving at the idiots one last time before the door closes behind them.

He watches Shoto take a deep breath of the cool night air after they've been in that room for hours without going outside. He looks good in biker gear, the helmet under his arm.

He gets the bike and rolls it down the driveway to the street, Shoto following closely.

"Well Halfie, I hope you had fun and the idiots weren't too much of a mess," Katsuki says, mounting the bike and putting the helmet on.

"No, they were really nice. I had fun tonight," Shoto assures him, and isn't that great?

Shoto puts his helmet on too and after getting everything ready, Katsuki lets him climb on and off they go.

The streets are empty the stars shining above them. Katsuki loves driving at night. Especially having a cute guy on the back of his bike, holding tightly onto him, warming him in the slightly chilly temperatures.

He feels Shoto squeeze him a bit tighter for a second, almost like a hug.

Too soon they reach the dorm buildings and Katsuki stops the machine in front of the stairs to Shoto's building. They both get off, Katsuki wanting to say goodbye properly and not just drive off like that. 

Shoto holds out Katsuki's backpack for him and is about to do the same with the helmet.

"Keep the gear, you'll need it again next weekend," Katsuki stops him before he takes the jacket off too.

"Oh, are you sure?"

"If not I wouldn't have said so, Shou," he reminds him.

"Right," he pauses, leaning against his door. "I really had fun tonight, Katsuki. Thank you for letting me meet your friends. Um- our friends now, I guess," he adds, seeing Katsuki was about to correct him.

"Also," he continues, "hearing that song today, I was speechless! I didn't expect you to sound like that. I really want to hear more some time, also the songs you guys wrote yourselves. If that's okay."

Katsuki came closer during Shoto's rambling, he can't help it. He is just gravitating towards him.

"Sure, we can do that."

Shoto is standing there, suddenly aware of how close they are now. Katsuki can see the gears turn behind his eyes and the next thing he knows, he has an armful of Halfie. There are arms around his neck, squeezing tightly.

"Thank you, Katsuki. For everything," Shoto whispers into his neck. Katsuki wraps his arms around Shoto's waist, hugging back. He will accept his thank you, but just this once.

It's over too soon and Shoto steps back again, leaning against the door like he did before. Katsuki eyes him, grinning when he sees that there is still lipstick sticking to Shoto's lip.

"Told ya there was lipstick on the can," he says, pointing to his own lips and then Shoto's.

He watches as Shoto lifts his hand to his mouth, wiping at it but not getting the spot.

"No a bit higher- no too high. More left- noo," he laughs, but shows mercy when Shoto pouts at him.

"Wait, lemme-," he steps even closer, now completely in Shoto's space and tips his chin up gently.

He waits so Shoto can say no if he doesn't want to be touched but is only met with wide eyes and a cute rosy color blooming across his cheeks. He lifts his other hand, thumb swiping carefully at the spot. It doesn't help much but at least it's not as visible anymore.

He lingers a bit too long, thumb going over the cupid's bow, but Shoto doesn't seem to mind. He is following Katsuki's eyes with his own, trying to read him.

Katsuki lets go then, snapping out of the little trance he put himself in, definitely a full on crush for sure, and steps back again.

"Sorry, the uh- stain it's a tough motherfucker. You'll have to go over it with water later."

Shoto touches his lips, the spot Katsuki just wiped at.

"Oh, okay. Still thank you for trying though." Is that a little blush on his cheeks? Katsuki will have to study that further some time. 

Shoto goes to unlock the door and turns around again after stepping inside. "Good night, Katsuki. Be careful on your way home."

Katsuki smiles at him before pulling his helmet on again. "Of course, I'm always careful. Good night, Shou."

He turns, walks down the stairs to his bike and looks up to see Shoto is still standing in the doorway. He gets on his bike and waves goodbye at him before driving off. In his rearview mirror he can see Shoto waving after him and something warm fills his entire body.

Oh, he is fucked. After only knowing that guy for a week on top of that.

But Shoto seems to like him too, right? If not like that, at least as someone he trusts.

Katsuki can't wait to see where this will lead them.

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Shoto is so fucked.

He is oblivious, yes, has difficulties when reading other people or situations, not really sure at first if Katsuki and him are friends being just one of them, but he is still self aware.

The warm, bubbly feeling in his stomach, caused by one blond man all week long, had him lightheaded throughout the night.

Shoto is attracted to men, has always been, and is now very much aware that the feeling of trust, admiration and friendly love he has for Katsuki are turning into something else, something more.

He's had crushes since he was a little boy, even confessed once to another boy when he was a young teenager, but learned to deeply regret it. He was beat up so bad after, the school nurse had to send him home and he had to see a doctor.

After that, he stayed silent about it. He didn't dare to feel attracted to someone again to this day, afraid of the consequences. Some people confessed to him after the incident, girls and boys alike, but they were only playing with him, mocking him. Everyone in Highschool was in on that "joke".

Now in uni, maybe he can let himself have that? If he waited a while longer, would his feelings go back to normal again? And if not, if he confessed to Katsuki, what would happen?

Shoto enters his room, it's so late and he is still tired, even after the short nap he had on Katsuki's arm. He walks towards the bathroom, his mind still a mess of questions and blurred emotions.

Looking in the mirror he can see the smudged lipstick still sticking there. He stares at it, remembering how Katsuki tried to get it off just a few minutes ago, a ghost of his touch still lingering.

He thinks about his last question again. What would happen?

Would Katsuki pull his fist back to punch him in the face like the boy back then did? No. Something tells him that no, he wouldn't. Would he scream at him? That would be a higher possibility, but would he really?

Shoto takes a washcloth to get the makeup off.

What if Katsuki wouldn't reject him, though?

Also a possibility, Katsuki doesn't seem to want to stay at distance from him if he thinks about it. But that could also be because he is just a very kind person hidden under the rough fassade.

Shoto decides to wait for now, see what will happen. Maybe his own feelings will change again. Katsuki has been the first person to show him genuine affection and support in years, beside his mom of course, so maybe the developing crush is in fact just a huge ball of mixed feelings towards his friend.

He knows one thing for sure, whatever the outcome will be, the only important thing is that Katsuki stays at his side, friend, or something different.

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Katsuki is tired. Why the fuck are classes that early on a fucking Monday?

He drags his feet towards the entrance where Shoto is already waiting for him. Oh, what a wonderful sight at these early hours, he can almost forget about the grumpiness from before. And oh! He is also wearing the jacket he gave him.

Shoto greets him, holding a coffee out, knowing by now Katsuki needs it. Truly an angel this man.

"Thanks Halfie," he takes the coffee and they walk inside.

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"Hey, Katsuki?"

"Hmm."

"What does Kirishima like? Movies, games, shows, something like that..."

Katsuki looks up from where he has been reading a book next to Shoto on the sofa in the library and thinks about it.

"He likes superheroes, you know, Superman, All Might, Spiderman, Crimson Riot... That kinda stuff. The Marvel universe too. You wanna draw him something?" He asks, watching as Shoto sits in front of a blank piece of paper.

"Yeah, I know he said I shouldn't bring anything but I don't wanna go there with empty hands, especially after just meeting him," he says as he starts looking for references. "Marvel hm? I can do that. Do you think he would like it?" He asks, head turning to look at him.

Katsuki takes the phone out of Shoto's hand, opening a picture of Iron Man and saving a few other pics of heroes in a folder.

"The idiot loves shit like that, he will probably frame it and put it over his bed," Katsuki says as Shoto starts on a sketch. "Especially if you draw it, you talented shit," he adds and grins as Shoto tries to elbow him, which Katsuki easily blocks, resulting in Shoto pushing his whole side into Katsuki, making him almost fall off the sofa.

Katsuki pushes back and wraps his arm around Shoto's waist, making sure he won't fall instead. They are giggling like little school boys playing fight but have to stop soon before they risk getting kicked out of the library.

Shoto goes back to drawing while Katsuki picks his book back up, and if his hand stays on Shoto's waist even after they calmed down again, none of them says anything.

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Tomorrow is Kiri's birthday party and Shoto just finished the gift for him. The Avengers in front of the Avangers Tower.

They are walking towards the parking lot, school over for the week, and Katsuki unlocks the bike. 

"Shitty Hair asks if we're going to drive home again or stay the night in the studio tomorrow," Katsuki informs him.

"Um, I'm not sure. What do you wanna do? Are you gonna drink alcohol tomorrow?"

"Nah, I don't really like drinking. Maybe a beer or two, depending on what we decide to do. I don't really care honestly, I've crashed there before, but I'm not sure you would like that," he says, motioning for Shoto to hand him his backpack from the ground.

"Why's that?" 

"Well, sleeping will be impossible for you with the idiots partying around you. You can of course try to stay awake till the next morning, think you can do that?"

Shoto thinks about it. Could he?

"Do you usually stay awake or are you able to sleep when you stay at a party?" He really wants to know what Katsuki prefers.

"Like I said, Shou, I'm okay with both options. This is your first party, right? You decide what you wanna do," Katsuki tells him once again.

Katsuki is right, he would really like to try new things, even if it's just trying to stay up till the next day at a party.

"I think I would like to stay then. I'm not sure if I can stay awake though," he admits.

"Then you can just curl up on a couch and sleep there, no problem," Katsuki is about to drive off now. "Your carriage will be ready for you at your house at 9pm tomorrow night, princess. Don't be late," he winks and drives off.

Shoto looks after him until he is gone in traffic.

He shakes his head with a smile, Katsuki has called him 'princess' a lot over the last few days. Shoto doesn't mind it though, it makes him feel that warm, bubbly feeling in his body.

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Just as he said, Katsuki arrives at nine in front of his home. Shoto quickly gets his stuff, he framed the drawing so he doesn't worry about the gift being damaged in his backpack, and makes his way downstairs.

Everything is ready and soon they are on their way.

Shoto loves this. Katsuki is a careful driver, but he isn't afraid of speeding up a little from time to time, the rush spreading through Shoto pleasantly.

They arrive soon and Shoto can hear the music already. There are some vehicles parked in the front, so most guests are probably here already. Katsuki told him that just a few new people will be here, five in total. So luckily it won't be too overwhelming.

They get inside and Shoto is immediately hugged tightly by a very excited Mina.

"Shoubaby, I'm so happy to see you again!"

He hugs her back, less awkward than last time. "Hi Mina."

"Dude! So glad you could really make it," Kirishima walks towards him, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Hi Kiri. Wait lemme just," he pulls off his backpack and gets the gift from inside, handing it over to the birthday boy. 

"Happy Birthday."

"Bro! You really didn't have to. Thanks man," Kiri gives him a sideways hug and opens the gift.

"Whoa! Did you draw that?" Kirishima asks, loud enough for a few people to look in their direction.

Shoto steps from one foot to the other, a bit shy under the attention of a group of people looking at his drawing. They pass it around in awe at the beautiful artwork, a boy with purple hair standing next to Denki, nodding impressed and passing it to a girl with black hair.

"Mhm," he nods. "Katsuki told me you like superheroes, so-"

"This is the coolest thing I've ever seen, dude! Thanks again, man," Kirishima takes the drawing once again and appreciates the details before going to put it away safely till tomorrow.

Shoto gets pulled to the couch, the same spot he had last time he was here, and the new people introduce themselves.

Izuku, a sweetheart and also a nerd for manga and superheroes. He is the tattoo artist that put his art on Katsuki and Hanta. He also dances as a hobby.

Hagakure and Ojiro are a couple. Ojiro is a calm man, much in contrast to his girlfriend who is as bubbly as Mina.

Momo is a beautiful young woman, a friend of Jiro.

Shinsou is quiet but has a sharp tongue. He loves butting heads with Katsuki, enjoying the way he works himself up. It's just teasing though, nothing to worry about.

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The girls have been dancing for a while now, Denki and Kiri joined them at some point.

Shoto is sitting on the couch with a drink in his hand. When Mina asked him if he wanted to try some alcohol tonight, knowing he never had any before, he asked her if she could let him have a sip of hers. It was surprisingly good and sweet and he agreed to have some. She made him a mild one, not wanting him to regret it the next day.

He only had a few sips so far, but he is sure he can already feel a light warmth under his skin. Garfield once again chose him as his cuddle buddy tonight and Shoto runs his fingers through his fur absentmindedly.

"He really likes you, huh?"

It's Katsuki, joining Shoto on the couch like last time. He takes the cup from Shoto, taking a sip out of it.

"Shit's too sweet," he grimaces and gives the cup back.

"I like it," Shoto shrugs and takes another swig. There is lipstick staining the rim.

"Of course you do, your coffee is basically made of sugar, idiot."

Shoto laughs at the obvious disgust on Katsuki's face.

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"We are playing Never Have I Ever everyone. If you want to play come here," Hagakure shouts over the music and they gather around the table on the couches. The music gets turned down a bit.

Shoto look at Katsuki questioningly. He explains the game to him.

"I see. Are you gonna play?" He asks him, not sure if he himself wants to, being unfamiliar with it.

"Of course he will! Kacchan doesn't back out of a game, am I right?" Denki slings his arm around Katsuki's shoulders from behind the couch. "See it as a challenge, my friend," he wiggles eyebrows.

Katsuki groans, pretending to be annoyed.

He lifts the beer he is currently drinking in the air. "Bring it on, fuckers."

"Heck yeah, what about you Shoto?"

When Katsuki is playing he can help him if he doesn't understand something, Shoto thinks. He'll play too.

The game starts simple, questions where everyone has to drink to warm up. 'Never have I ever... -lied, hated someone, hugged', stuff like that.

The questions get more specific the tipsier everyone gets. Dirtier too, as they pull out a deck of card specifically for that game with questions on it.

'Never Have I Ever danced on someone', the card says. Mina, Momo and Kirishima drink.

'Never Have I Ever slept with someone with intimate piercings.' Izuku, Kirishima, Hanta and Katsuki drink.

"You know how fucking good it feels to have your piercings down there played with?" Mina sighs dreamily, Katsuki nodding in agreement.

Shoto is feeling warm at this point, the alcohol making him less shy and he is giggling along with the teasing and dirty comments of his friends. The image of Katsuki having piercings there makes him feel even hotter.

They are sitting close, thighs brushing together and Katsuki's hand in Shoto's lap, caressing Garfield. He is suddenly much more aware of his presence.

'Never Have I Ever masturbated with another person in the room.' Shinsou, Hagakure and Shoto drink. 

"Shoubaby I thought you were my innocent cutie! Oh my heart-" Mina jokes. An earlier question revealed that Shoto was still a virgin after not drinking, so this makes it kinda funny.

"My left hand would beg to differ," he counters. He was still a horny teenager after all.

Katsuki bursts out laughing next to him. Shoto watches his eyes crinkle, it suits him.

"Shoto 1: Mina 0," Denki shouts.

The game continues.

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Shoto is tipsy now, leaning into Katsuki and drinking when it's his turn. He hasn't stopped smiling in what feels like hours and his cheeks hurt, but he still can't stop. 

Some of their friends went outside to smoke and they decided to play another game after. Truth or Dare, that one he knows from TV shows.

"Having fun , Shou?" Katsuki asks and Shoto nods his head where it's lying on his friend's shoulder.

"Good," Shoto can hear a smile in his voice.

The others come back and the game starts.

"Hanta, Truth or Dare?" Kirishima starts.

"Dare, dude!"

"Alright, here chug that beer, you're way too sober, man."

Hanta does as told and continues the game. Denki has to tell everyone what his bodycount is. Izuku has to lick salt off of Shinsou's stomach, resulting in them "having to go and get some fresh air." Even Shoto understands they are fucking.

Shoto has to dance a waltz with Kirishima, Jiro dared him after remembering he told them he used to dance. It's hilarious, Kiri not being exactly graceful, and Shoto's stomach hurts and his eyes are teary from how much he is laughing.

He falls back into the couch, still laughing and gets pulled closer by Katsuki who puts his arm around his waist, much like he did in the library. Not being able to feel shy at the moment he leans into the strong arm.

He picks Momo after and she has to tell if she has a crush on someone in the room. She does, Jiro blushing suspiciously next to her.

After a few more rounds, it's Katsuki's turn and he picks dare.

"Choose someone to have in your lap for the rest of the game," Hanta dares him with a wink.

"Easy," and before he knows what's happening Shoto is being lifted effortlessly into Katsuki's lap, sitting now sideways between spread thighs with his feet on the couch and his side pressed against Katsuki's chest.

His arms wrap around him again, holding him close.

Suddenly they are so close; Shoto hides his reddening face in Katsuki's neck. Warm hands start stroking his side and thigh, making Shoto relax into him. So much about not feeling shy, maybe he needs another sip of his drink.

The game continues.

"You okay, Halfie?" Katsuki whispers into his ear. Shoto nods, wrapping his arms around Katsuki's shoulders, actually quite enjoying this.

"Alright," Katsuki chuckles, "just lemme know if I should let you go."

Shoto shakes his head, face pushing closer into Katsuki's neck. "Don't wanna. I like this," he whispers back.

Katsuki pulls him closer at that and the game continues.

Hagakure has to give Ojiro a lapdance, the man obviously enjoying himself. Izuku and Shinsou are back, just as obvious having enjoyed themselves.
Jiro has to kiss the person she likes the most in the room on the cheek, Momo being her choice. Katsuki has to text him mom that he loves her very very very much. Shinsou has to sing a song.

Then it's Shoto's turn again. He chooses dare, which might have been a mistake, judging by how drunk everyone is right now. To be fair he is pretty tipsy too though so he doesn't really care.

"Since you are already so close at his neck, give the asshole a cute little hickey," Shinsou dares him, smirking at Katsuki.

Cheers erupt. Izuku, truly an angel, let's him know that he doesn't have to if he feels uncomfortable, sending Shinsou a light glare.

The thing is, he wants to. But what about Katsuki?

He sits a bit up in his lap, wanting to see Katsuki's reaction. "Can I?" He asks meeting his eyes. Have they gone darker? There is not much time for him to think about that though when he feels a strong hand on the back of his neck, fingers tangling carefully in his hair, guiding him closer.

"Go ahead." 

And Shoto does. He has never done this to anyone, obviously, but when he was a child he used to give himself little hickeys on his arm after discovering that's what happens if you suck on your skin. This is not too different.

Except that it is. He opens his mouth, tongue peeking out to wet the skin, tasting salt and perfume and closes his lips around the spot, sucking the skin into his mouth. He can feel Katsuki gasp, his grip tightening around Shoto's thigh and in his hair. Does this feel good? He must be doing something right.

Their friends are cheering in the background but Shoto is so focused, he can't even be bothered to think about having an audience right now. His head is empty except for Katsuki Katsuki Katsuki. God he is really fucked, is he?

He moves his lips up a bit to a different spot and the reaction is even better. Katsuki let's out a shuddering breath close to his ear. The hand tightens in his hair even more, pushing him closer and Shoto whimpers quietly at the slight sting. Only Katsuki could hear that.

He pulls off then, eyeing the patches of color under wet skin he created, a form of art on their own he would argue.

Their friends check the results, dare completed successfully.

Katsuki is still breathing a bit heavy, his thumb caressing Shoto's thigh as if to calm himself. Shoto goes to adjust on his lap, wanting to check if Katsuki is alright, but is stopped by two hands on his hips.

"Don't move, Shou. Stay still for a sec please. Sorry, Halfie" Katsuki whispers into his ear, making goosebumps rise all over Shoto's body. His face is still hidden in Katsuki's neck so he can't really see him.

"Okay. Are you alright?" He asks, a bit confused but believing that Katsuki knows best if something is wrong.

"Yeah, don't worry. Just need a sec."

Shoto nods and sinks into Katsuki again, relaxing and listening to their friends continue the game. 

Having time to think to himself now it finally dawns on him what he just did. He gave Katsuki a hickey! Not only one but two!

He feels his face get hot and he begs the gods above that this is the only place blood is rushing to right now.
What gets him to distract himself is the realization that Katsuki let him do it! He allowed it, was okay with it, didn't threaten to punch him when Shoto asked him for permission. 

Katsuki even pulled him into his lap tonight; chose him.

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He has to calm himself down a bit, blood is rushing south where it is not fucking supposed to go! Not because a pretty guy sucked on his neck, nope, he's not a virgin for fucks sake.

Shoto is moving so much, really close to just sit directly on his dick if he continues like this. Holding him still works though and he can feel Shoto relax into him again.

If he wasn't so close to popping a boner he would be greatly enjoyed this, having the guy he couldn't stop thinking about for weeks in his lap. He calms down again and lets Shoto go so he can sit up like he wanted before. When he does they are face to face. Shoto is about to ask him something when Mina appears behind him, stealing Halfie away from him.

"Come Shoto, you dance with us now! Sorry Kats," she adds, not being sorry at all and pulls Shoto with her. He turns his head back at him, looking apologetic but continues to go with her.

Grumbling for being so rudely interrupted Katsuki gets up to get himself another drink, taking Shoto's cup with him to make him another one too.

The "bar", a table full of the most random assortment of alcohol, juices and sodas, is right next to the fridge. He gets himself another beer and mixes a mild drink for Shoto. Just a bit of alcohol but a bunch of other sweet shit.

He turns to go back to his seat again and watch the girls have fun with Shoto when he almost drops his drinks.

His eyes go wide and he has to blink a few times to really believe what he is seeing. Shoto, sweet little Shoto, is dancing with the girls like they said but what the fuck. He mentioned he danced in his past but did he mention what kind of dance?

He is currently dancing with Mina, hips rolling but never touching her, going lower down her front until he is face to face with her middle on his knees. His posture is perfect and his body control flawless. His whole presence screams confidence and let's not talk about the sex appeal.

Shoto grins up at Mina who is screeching with a 'You all see that!?' kind of expression on her face, the other girls cheering him on and the boys taking notes from where they are watching. 
He puts his hand out for her to pull him up again and they continue to dance, her mirroring his moves. They must have asked him to show them something because he is teaching them how to move certain ways. 

Some of the boys joined in now, Denki and Hanta dancing with each other but failing miserably.

Katsuki can just stand there, not able to get his eyes off of Shoto. Hair is sticking to his face, mouth slightly open, eyes almost falling closed and sweat above his brow from all the dancing. 
He watches as Shoto turns in front of Izuku, who is also a dancer Katsuki is painfully reminded, and they both bend backwards at the knees going lower with each roll of their hips until Izuku looses his balance and pulls Shoto with him.

They laugh, no one hurt themselves and get up to continue. Katsuki mentally slaps himself on the head for refusing to join Izuku back when he asked if they wanted to attend dance classes together. Maybe Shoto can teach him something too some day? Ugh, the alcohol seems to get to his head.

He sits down on his spot on the couch again and continues to watch them. Honestly his eyes are on one person only though. Confidence really suits Shoto and dare Katsuki say it makes him sexy even. Not that he wasn't before, but this is the wet dream inducing kind of sexy.

Soon Shoto is stumbling back to him, out of breath and a huge smile making his eyes crinkle in the corners. He is about to plop down beside Katsuki but is quickly pulled into his lap again instead.

"Nah, the night isn't over, Halfie, this is still your seat," he pretends to scold him and reaches for the drink he made.

Shoto is still gasping for breath but laughs at that, taking the drink with an appreciative sigh.

"But the game is over already, wasn't the rule to be my chair 'til the end of the game?" He asks, eyebrow raised at his but not trying to get off. The opposite actually, he cuddles closer to him.

"Can't remember that," he shakes his head, accepting the light slap on the shoulder since Shoto can't talk right now, trying his drink.

"It's good! Did you make it?" He asks, taking another sip. Katsuki nods and wraps his arm around Shoto again. They are comfortable like this and just watch the others for a while.

"Confidence suits you very well, Shou," Katsuki breaks the silence, voicing his earlier thoughts.

Shoto looks at him. "What do you mean?" He tilts his head to the side, a cute habit in Katsuki's humble opinion.

"The dancing. Everyone with eyes could see that this is your element. Your moves are fluid, precise and literally scream confidence. And that makes you attractive. Um- you know... to the person watching you. Yeah-" 

Fuck why did he say that last part!?! Fuck the alcohol and that stupid sweet guy.

Shoto watches him closely, looking for something, but Katsuki isn't sure what exactly. 

"You think so?" He asks, that thing where his eyes light up in happiness or awe happening again.

Katsuki quickly forgets about his slip up. "I do."

Shoto searches his eyes again and seems to be satisfied with what he finds. He leans into Katsuki and rests his head on his shoulder.

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The night continues, their friends get tired one after the other and soon the first ones start to go home, get an uber or just make themselves comfortable on the couches. Around 5am Shoto starts falling asleep on Katsuki too and he gets up to lay him down properly. He puts a blanket over him and is about to look for a place to sleep when Shoto grabs his jacket, stopping him.

"Where you goin', Kats?" He mumbles, still half asleep.

"Just looking for a free spot to crash, don't worry, Halfie," he whispers to not disturb any of the sleeping people. He is about to go again when Shoto tugs at his jacket once more.

"You can sleep here," he whispers, a bit more awake now and scoots towards the edge of the couch, making space behind himself and lifting the blanket.

Katsuki eyes the spot, it would be a tight fit if he sleeps on his side.

"It's okay Shou, I don't want you to fall down in your sleep tonight," he tries again to be reasonable. Shoto grabs his arm then and pulls him onto the couch.

"I won't. C'mere now," he mumbles, slowly falling asleep again, but refusing to do so 'til Katsuki listens to him. Seeing that this is a battle he can't win Katsuki takes his shoes and jacket off, lying down behind Shoto under the blanket. He pushes himself as far into the back of the couch as possible, not wanting to disturb Shoto who is already sleeping again.

He gets up, leaning on his elbow and looks over Shoto's shoulder to see he is still wearing his glasses. Carefully he takes them off and puts them on the table beside their makeshift bed.

Sleep takes him away too shortly after and his last thought is how much he likes the smell of Shoto's shampoo.

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He wakes up to an empty studio, the sun high up in the sky and showering the room in a bright light. Their friends seem to be gone already, they are the only ones left as far as he can see.

Shoto can feel a warm weight across his middle, Katsuki's arm keeping him from falling in his sleep. He smiles, lightly tracing the rings on the hand over his stomach.

The alcohol really made him lose all sense of shame last night he realizes. Giving the man that made his heart beat a bit faster in his chest for a while now hickeys, dancing like he used to do as a teenager with the girls, laughing at the dumbest shit and sitting in a guys lap all night.

Thinking about it, he can't say he regrets any of it though. His face warms a bit up thinking about it, sure, but he had fun, hadn't he?

Katsuki pulls him closer into his body. 

He knows he should probably be a blushing mess of doubts and uneasy feelings right now, wondering what Katsuki thinks of him, even double checking his own feelings- 
But Katsuki makes it just so easy for him. Makes it easy to be around and sends very clear signals. To be honest, teenage Shoto probably wouldn't have understood anyway but luckily that's not the case anymore. He knows that what they are doing is more than what's considered normal for friends, that being easier for him to understand than what friendship even was in the first place.

Shoto will ask him soon. Ask him what Katsuki feels, what they are or will be. But not now, they have plenty of time.

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Katsuki wakes up from the feeling of slender fingers tracing his rings. He must have pulled Shoto closer in his sleep because they are pressed up against each other from head to toe, nothing to complain on his end though.

Shoto seems to be comfortable like that too, thinking about it, he always tries to be as close to Katsuki as possible. 

It's probably time that they talk soon, he is sure even Shoto is aware that this is a lot more than friendship at this point. But not now, there is so much time ahead for them to do that, he just wants to enjoy what's now.

He pushes his nose into Shoto's nape, tightening his hold on him.

"Morning Katsuki," a deep, sleep heavy voice whispers and oh- couldn't Katsuki get used to this? Definitely.

Katsuki hums, too sleepy to talk right now.

"Didn't know you were such a cuddle enthusiast," Shoto teases him, chuckling softly when Katsuki pinches his side as punishment.

"Not cuddling," he mumbles. "Stealing warmth."

"I see," Shoto doesn't sound to be convinced but he lets it go, letting Katsuki continue to cuddle steal warmth for a while longer.

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The drive home is slightly longer than usual, Katsuki is taking another route over fields away from the busy streets. They stop at a caffee on the outside of the city and have breakfast outside.

It's beautiful, the sun is shining and the owner of the caffee is a lovely old lady who lets them try a piece of a new cake recipe she's currently working on as a gift, saying she doesn't have many young adults as customers anymore.

They stay for a while, Shoto deeply in conversation with the lady and Katsuki just watching them, watching Shoto.

Soon they say goodbye and promise to come back again some time.

They get on the bike and after a while they reach Shoto's home. Like last time, Katsuki gets off with him to properly say goodbye. Shoto gets to keep the biker gear he decided, wanting to take him on more rides in the future. 

Shoto hugs him goodbye, thanks him again for a beautiful evening and then Katsuki has to go.

"See ya tomorrow, Halfie," he waves and drives off, Shoto once again waiting 'til he can't see him anymore.

Katsuki is almost sure he can feel butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

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The next day in school is like every other day. Katsuki is very tired, Shoto waits for him with coffee and they spend every second together. Except, they are a lot closer now, almost always touching in some way.

This continues for the next weeks. If someone was looking for them they would find them either in the library, at least one of Shoto's legs thrown over Katsuki's thighs; on a bench outside, Katsuki's hand on the back of Shoto's neck or the small of his back; they were just always touching and if you search one you'll find the other. 

And no, they are not together.

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The last two months have been the greatest time Shoto had in his life. Bullying was almost nonexistent at this point, someone trying to trip him once or twice in the halls when he didn't have classes with Katsuki and some name calling but that's it.

Shoto sees Katsuki every day in school and when they are home they text with each other. He went on "Bestie Dates" as Mina likes to call it twice with her already, going shopping and eating cake afterwards. He decided to sign up for dance classes along with Izuku, the night at the party really got him into it again. Now he just has to be careful his father won't find out this time.

He's currently packing his bag to stay a night away.

Today Shoto will go home with Katsuki and stay there the weekend. They have visited each other's homes more than once already, but since Shoto lives in a dorm room and Katsuki in an apartment they go over to Katsuki's more often. He has never stayed the night though.

They're working on an assignment together so they decided it would be easier if Shoto just stayed one night.

Katsuki wants to cook for them, he loves the food he cooks, and then they wanna work for a while so they can watch something after. 

He is very excited to spend time with Katsuki again.

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As soon as they enter Katsuki's home Shoto makes a beeline for the big fluffy couch in the living room, his favorite place in the apartment it seems, and faceplants into it with a sigh.

Katsuki laughs at him. "I think at this point you only come here for that shitty thing, Halfie, huh?"

Shoto mumbles something that's muffled by the cushions but Katsuki understands that he calls him spoiled and that his own couch is hard as wood. Fair, his parents insist on paying for Katsuki.

"Ain't your daddy rich, though? Why won't he get you a better couch then? Or a whole new apartment when he's already at it." He asks as he washes his hands in the kitchen sink to start preparing their food.

"Because he's an asshole and will only pay for the dorm room," Shoto sighs, having turned on his back and watches Katsuki work from his position.

"What if you start working beside school?"

Shoto gets up then, joining him in the kitchen and sits on the counter next to where he is working right now, ignoring the glare he sends him.

"I tried, multiple times already, but my grades started to suffer from it. My old man only pays tuition for me if my grades stay up and I can't afford to pay that off on my own," he says, legs swinging in front of him. "Same with the dance classes by the way."

"Your old man seems to be an asshole," Katsuki grumbles while cutting vegetables.

Shoto hums, agreeing with him.

"And what about the dancing?" That is something Katsuki is very interested in, remembering the way Shoto danced at the party months ago.

Shoto laughs dryly. "Well, he got really mad after finding out his son was attending dance classes. He said he would make me join his agency after High School to keep an eye on me if I didn't stop dancing and since I wanted to get out of that house, I agreed." He pauses and laughs again, this time a real laugh.

"His face was great though when he realized what kind of dance it was. Honestly that was the reason I signed up there at first but I came to really enjoy it. Even though I was the only boy there and the girls didn't really like me. They weren't mean, just distant, you know."

Katsuki listens, always determined to learn more about Shoto and he appreciates every moment he opens up to him.

"Well now you went back to it again, right? And this time you have the nerd with you, I know he will be decent company," he says as he stirs the food. "Are you taking the same classes like you did then?"

"No, I did street dance back then but I did some workshops on heel dance and I really liked it. So I'm gonna do heel dance now."

"Is it like pole dance?"

"Well kinda. Heel dance and pole dance can definitely go together but they are still different styles. Where heel dance is flowing elegance with focus on balance and floorwork pole dance is dynamic and energetic, working also in the air and using a lot of strength and flexibility."

Interesting. Katsuki is learning a lot today.

"Deku does street dance too, will he take heel classes with you?" 

Shoto jumps down from the counter and gets behind Katsuki to wrap his arms around him, pushing his face between his shoulder blades. This is normal for them at this point, contact between them is initiated without thinking and to an outsider they probably look like a couple most times of the day. They aren't. 

"He said he wants to try it," his answer is mumbled into Katsuki's hoodie.

Good, he is glad Shoto is going back to do what he likes, this time someone going with him. Someone Katsuki trusts on top of that. He knows Shoto will be fine.

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After eating and finishing their work on the assignment for today they crash into the couch with twin groans, ready to watch a movie and go to sleep. Shoto puts his legs over Katsuki's thighs, like he always does, and sinks into the cushions. A true princess, see?

Katsuki puts the first thing on that pops up. It's a good movie, interesting to watch and manages to keep them awake a while longer. 

One specific scene has Katsuki thinking.

The movie is a about a girl with magic powers, the part that's interesting for Katsuki though is a short scene where the girl was about to get made fun of by a group of others before a teacher intervened. He is wondering-

He looks over to Shoto who's attention is fully on the screen, seemingly very interested in the movie. Katsuki knows that he had to live with bullying since elementary school, they talked a lot about it already. He is not sure if Shoto ever mentioned someone who tried to help him though.

"Hey Shou," he really would like to know.

"Hm?" Shoto's attention is on him instantly.

Katsuki isn't sure if it's really okay to ask, he doesn't want to make him sad or even mad. But he won't know if he won't try.

"I have a question," he starts, continuing when Shoto encourages him to do so. "It's about your experiences with bullying, so obviously you don't have to answer if you are uncomfortable."

Shoto starts fiddling with one of the rings he stole from him, not that Katsuki would care though. He seems to think about it for a second and then nods for him to go ahead.

"Sure, what is it?"

He starts kneeding Shoto's calf on his lap, a thing he does sometimes without thinking about it.

"That scene we saw just with the teacher stopping the little brats from bullying the girl, I was wondering if a teacher or someone like that ever tried to intervene when that happened to you."

He watches as Shoto turns towards the TV with a sad smile on his face, shaking his head.

"No, they um- they actually participated."

Katsuki brows furrow at that. He can't be serious. If he really means it the way Katsuki just understood- his heart hurts for him.

"What do you mean?" He wants to make sure.

Shoto is still watching the TV, unseeing when he answers.

"Not every teacher of course, most of them ignored bullying, but one teacher always played along when some kids were making fun of me. I had to change schools because of her." 

Katsuki squeezes one of his hands.

"What happened?" He asks but quickly reminds him that he doesn't have to tell him if he's uncomfortable.

Shoto thinks about it, deciding that he actually wants to talk. He never had the chance to do so before.

"No it's okay, it's been so long since it happened. I probably remember it being worse than it actually was."

Katsuki doubts that, but listens as Shoto starts telling the story.

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Today she finally lost it. Mrs. L stomped her way into the classroom, the class going silent and finally stopped throwing paper balls in his direction.

Shoto is sitting in front of the class, perfect target for any attacks from behind.

The teacher starts the lesson immediately. History, the Roman Empire. They did this for the first half of fifth grade, Shoto's current grade, and he really can't hear any more of it. He zones out a few minutes into the lesson.

Without thinking he starts doodling on the paper in front of him. Pretty roses with ivy and hearts. His head must have taken him far away because when he hears someone scream "Mrs. L, It is drawing on the desk!" He startles so much, his heart pounding so loud he is afraid everyone might hear it.

"It", that's what they call him. They say it's because he's robotic, doesn't show emotion and doesn't look human, "You look like two people." Shoto can't say how many times he wished he could just color his hair and erase the scar.

They say his scar is ugly and they pretend he is something contagious when touching him. "Hah, you touched It. Eww no, go away with that." It became a game for them.

Suddenly a set of several keys lands on his desk, ripping him out of his thoughts and hitting his fingers. He looks up. Mrs. L threw it from where she's sitting at her desk, of course she wouldn't get up for something like this.

"So not only do you not participate in my lesson, now you also destroy school property?"

Shoto doesn't even know what's happening. One second be was drawing, oh– he must have accidentally drawn on the table. Now everything he knows is that his fingers hurt and his heart is still beating crazy.

"Did you forget how to talk?"

Shoto just stares at her, mouth opening and working around nothing. What is he supposed to say?

"Sorry," he mumbles.

"Take your calendar and give it to me."

Every student has a calendar where they write important stuff like homework or test appointments inside. Teachers also use it to write notes to the parents of the children. 

Shoto's calendar is a hardcover booklet. It wasn't wise to choose that one because the glue wasn't strong enough to hold the pages together for long. Now the cover is separated from the pages and nothing is holding the calendar together anymore, half of the pages just sitting loosely in between.

He takes it and gets up to walk over to the teachers desk.

She rips it out of his hands, opening it and writes a text about how Shouto is interrupting the lesson and destroying school property.

When she's done he holds his hand out to take it back– the next thing he knows is that all the pages are scattered on the floor.

She is holding the calendar by the corner of the cover between two fingers, looking disgusted.

"Oops– see that as a lesson to take better care of your school stuff," she let's the cover slip out of her fingers too.

Shouto is staring at the floor, wide eyed, in disbelief and– tears start running down his face.

"Now pick them up, shoo shoo."

Shouto kneels down, hiding his face as best as he can from the people around him. 

"Hey look, It is really crying!"

"Move faster, we don't have all day, right Mrs, L?"

"Faster, faster, faster..."

Shouto is trying everything to hide the sobs threatening to suffocate him. He can't see through the tears. Here's one page, there another one. Some landed under his classmates desks-

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Not only little Shoto is trying to hold back sobs, adult Shoto is fighting with the tears threatening to spill over the more he remembers too.

He feels Katsuki's eyes on himself but he knows if he looks at him now the tears will win. He talks and talks and talks and suddenly his voice cracks.

The pages are under the desks and his voice cracks. He wants to continue, but he can't. The tears win and he can't talk anymore. 

But it feels good in a way.

Someone takes his glasses off carefully and he is held against a strong body, safe between arms around him and a low soothing voice rumbling in their chest.

Katsuki.

"It's okay. Don't hold back," he whispers into Shoto's hair.

And that's everything he needed. That's all it took.

His shoulders start shaking, his control crumbling and the sobs break out of him similar to a dam breaking.

He works himself up so bad he can't breathe properly, wailing into Katsuki's chest and holding on for dear life. 

He isn't crying like this because some kids called him dumb names some years ago, he isn't even crying because he was betrayed by someone who he should have been able to trust, he isn't crying like this because the bullying never stopped, no, he is crying because he is finally allowed to break down.

No one ever said he could lean on them and just let it out. No one, except his mom and he couldn't burden her with this.

He is finally allowed to be sad, to be mad.

And mad he is. His sobs turn into painful wails and the wails into muffled screams against a warm chest.

Katsuki holds him together, while letting him break apart. He whispers into his hair, I am here, It's okay, Let it out, while hands run down his back, his sides, through his hair.

He appreciates him so much.

It takes a while for his sobs to subside, his breaths are still unsteady and shaky but he is too exhausted, cried himself sleepy. His chest stutters with shuddering puffs of air and his voice comes only out on little whimpers at this point.

Nails scratch over his scalp and Shoto's breathing finally evens out. His cheek is pushed into Katsuki's chest under his chin and he can feel his heartbeat. 

The shirt is completely wet but Shoto doesn't have the energy to feel bad. 

He is only sniffling now, finally completely exhausted and he starts drawing little patterns into Katsuki's shirt with his finger. Pretty roses and ivy.

Gentle hands wipe at his face, drying tear tracks and pushing his hair back.

"Okay?" He asks him.

Shoto nods, still following an invisible path on the shirt.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that," Katsuki whispers, Shoto can hear true regret in his voice.

He shakes his head. "No, don't be. I really, really needed this. You did nothing wrong, Kats, don't worry." He tries to assure him but he can feel that Katsuki still feels bad.

"It's like a weight is off my shoulders," he adds. And it's true, Shoto feels so much lighter right now.

That seems to reassure Katsuki at least a bit.

They stay like this for a while longer. Shoto tells him why he had that reaction just now, explaining that it wasn't the memory itself, but rather the fact he was allowed to react the way he needed to. That he felt like he could even tell someone in the first place.

Katsuki listens closely, understanding the impact his simple offer had.

"So it was like good crying?" He asks in lack for a better term.

Shoto thinks about it. "I think so, yeah. Considering the way I feel now after." He feels Katsuki's shoulders relax, he was really worried he did something wrong, wasn't he?

Shoto sits up then, taking his glasses from Katsuki and scans his face. Sure enough there is a frown between blond eyebrows and Shoto smooths it out with his thumb, a small smile on his lips. 

"I'm okay now," he assures him once more. 

"Okay." Katsuki leans into the touch. "Can I get you something? Water, snacks, a three-course-meal."

Shoto laughs. "Tempting, but I'm very tired now. Maybe a water?" He really should drink something after that.

"I'll get you some. You go ahead and get ready, Halfie. I'm gonna put the water on the nightstand."

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Shoto is already sleeping next to him, he must have been very tired.

Katsuki is wide awake, watching the way Shoto looks so peaceful right now. 

What happened earlier is still on his mind and he is beating himself up for how helpless he was in that moment. Of course he knows that he can't change anything that happened in Shoto's life, but he still feels the frustration, the anger.

What he can change though is the path forward, the life he has ahead of him. And yes, he plans on staying in Shoto's life, made his mind up a while ago.

He learned to really love having him around, it feels wrong to not have Shoto close by. That man is on his mind at all times, day and night, sometimes even in rather inappropriate ways for being just a friend.

And he wants to change that. Wanted to do that for a while now but was waiting for the right moment. 

Shoto and him have been in some kind of relationship for months now, they just never talked about it. Aren't the things they do literally what couples do? They go on dates, hold hands, cuddle, sleep in one bed, have serious conversations-

There are only a few things they haven't done and that's putting a name on what they have, kiss and have sex. 

Katsuki wants that, wants to know if Shoto does too. So he will ask him. And if not, if Shoto want them to keep their relationship as it is, he will accept it. The most important thing is, he stays.

He pulls his phone out, searching for what he has in mind, takes notes and puts together a schedule. He writes down ideas, deletes some again, takes screenshots of routes for the locations he wants to choose from.

Time flies by and it's already 2am when Katsuki looks satisfied at his notes. It's a simple little surprise for him, not anything over the top but he still hopes Shoto will like it.

Katsuki decides to do it tomorrow, he just can't wait any longer. He gave it so much time already and he really wants to know if Shoto feels the same. Though, he has a feeling that he does. Right?

No matter the outcome, this little date will be a nice memory to look back on, or at least Katsuki hopes so.

When did he even start to care about something like that? Shoto really does things to him. 

He can't wait for tomorrow.

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Shoto wakes up to an empty bed and a wonderful smell coming from the kitchen. He gets up to investigate, wandering barefoot into the kitchen where Katsuki is cooking breakfast.

His feet tap on the tile as he walks over to him, wrapping his arms around Katsuki's waist and dozing on his back. He is so warm and soft, Shoto could do this all day.

"Morning sleepyhead," Katsuki greets him.

Shoto doesn't answer, just tightens his hold. He is about to fall back asleep again.

Katsuki guides him to the table before he can though and puts a cup of coffee in front of him. When breakfast is ready Shoto is much more awake, happy he is getting such delicious food first thing in the morning.

"You feeling better today?" Katsuki asks him and Shoto nods, mouth full with food. It's just too good and he tells him as much.

They start working on their assignment after breakfast, wanting to finish it today and not worry about it any longer.

"Hey Shou?" Katsuki asks for his attention after getting them another round of coffee.

"Hm?" Shoto finishes typing his sentence and looks up, taking the cup from him.

"I know you wanted to go home again this evening but I was wondering if you maybe want to stay another night?" Katsuki asks him, fiddling with his rings.

"I mean yeah, why not. Did you want to watch another movie together?" 

Katsuki seems to be a bit nervous. 

"No, not a movie. Um, I actually got a little surprise for you tonight," Katsuki confesses, ears turning a little pink at the tips.

Shoto's face lights up.

"A surprise? For me? That is so exciting now I wanna know what it is!" He kicks his feet under the table like an excited child. When did someone ever have a surprise for him?

"Well, it wouldn't be a surprise anymore if I told you now," Katsuki shakes his head, probably enjoying the way he has Shoto squirming in excitement now.

"That's true," Shoto still would like to know. "I can't wait for tonight then," he adds, the smile not leaving his face as he goes back to work.

They finish their assignment around afternoon, glad to finally be done with it.

Shoto is scrolling on his phone on the couch while Katsuki went to get some things from the store down the street, probably stuff for dinner.

He can't wait to see what Katsuki planned for tonight.

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Chapter Text

It will be about a one hour drive to the spot Katsuki chose, so they have to get going soon. He has been packing all afternoon, getting his tank bag out for extra storage space on the bike.

Shoto has been silently watching him the whole time, probably trying to figure out what Katsuki planned for them. Well, he will see soon enough.

"Alright Halfie, go put on something comfortable, we have a bit of a drive ahead of us," he informs him. 

Shoto gets up immediately like he was just waiting for him to give the go.

"Heh, I knew we would drive somewhere," he tells him proudly in passing, dodging the hand that tries to ruffle his hair for being a cute idiot, and vanishes in the bedroom.

Katsuki just put the last items at the door so he won't forget them when Shoto joins him, dressed head to toe in Katsuki's clothes from his last wardrobe raid. He looks really good in his baggy clothes though so you won't find Katsuki complaining anytime soon, even if he has to buy some more shirts.

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While Katsuki loads everything away safely on the bike Shoto sits on the stairs, watching him.

"Aren't you gonna put on make up today?" He asks, noticing Katsuki is looking more casual, no big accessories like chains or leather clothes like he has most of the time. He looks really handsome, not more and also not less than usual, just a bit different. Not that Shoto hadn't seen him without make up before, it's just the airy clothes he is wearing add something different to it, something more elegant? Is that the right word to describe Katsuki?

"Nah I would just sweat it off anyways. Why, do I look that bad?" He tightens a few straps on the tank bag, a teasing smile directed at Shoto. 

He shakes his head, of course he doesn't. "You look comfy." Elegant. It's probably the linen shirt.

Fastening the last strap, Katsuki hands him a backpack to put on. They get in gear and Katsuki pulls up the route on his phone, hiding it away from Shoto, and places it in the front of the bike.

The streets are busy but as soon as they are outside of the city Shoto is met with magical views of fields in warm light, the sky pink and bright blue over a slowly sinking sun. Lights will turn orange soon and wrap the world in steadily darkening shadows and burning warmth.

The wind is ruffling his clothes, their shadows traveling alongside them on the hot concrete being their only companion. For this experience alone it was worth it to go out tonight. It's a picture that will last in Shoto's mind forever. 

They are going fast, the streets empty and he is sure that this is what flying feels like. 

A gloved hand comes to stroke his thigh, checking on him, he realizes he must have squeezed Katsuki a bit tighter without meaning to. Everything is just so overwhelmingly beautiful right now.

He gets an idea of where they are heading when a seagull joins them for a while and sure enough, soon they are driving along the coast. If the view near the city was magical then he has no words for what he is seeing now. The sun is about to sink, already touching the horizon line. The water shimmers in beautiful colors and even through his helmet he can feel the fresh air. 

Oh how he would love to draw this.

Katsuki slows down after a while and they get on a street that will lead them closer to the beachlines. There are no people or cars around which is surprising considering the heat has been rough today; maybe this is a hidden gem.

The sand looks soft and white, no trash is flying around as far as Shoto can see. It's just breathtakingly beautiful.

When the bike finally comes to a stop they have reached the end of the road and everything ahead is just sand and water. Shoto gets off, leaving the helmet, and immediately he can feel a light breeze catching in his hair and clothes. 

The world is orange now, a burning fire ball over the ocean. Katsuki's hair shines golden in the light. He is already watching him.

"It's so beautiful," Shoto whispers, his eyes reflecting the lights of the water.

"It is," Katsuki agrees, still watching him.

They get the bags Katsuki brought, take their shoes off to not have to deal with the sand later, and find a place where they can put the blanket down that he packed. Shoto is amazed, he really thought about everything. There is food and snacks in a small cooler bag, a tiny loudspeaker, extra blanket. 

Katsuki takes his hand and pulls him onto the blanket to join him.

Music is quietly playing, the ocean can be heard over the background noise and their conversations as they eat. The sun is almost down and they watch it until it vanishes behind the water. 

Shoto laughs at a story Katsuki is telling him. Katsuki's eyes never leave him.

After a while they put the food away and Shoto drags Katsuki towards the water. Barefoot, they walk along the beach, Shoto crouching down to pick up shells and stones that Katsuki puts away for safekeeping in his pockets.

The last remnants of daylight follow the sun and soon it is dark. 

It's a clear night, the stars came out as the light went. The moon is shining bright tonight so they don't even have to use a flashlight to get back where their stuff is.

Shoto lays down on the blanket while Katsuki goes to check on his bike and put the treasures they found away. He watches the shimmering lights in the sky, thinking how he never wants to leave again, listening to the ocean's whispers.

His view of the stars gets blocked by spiky hair and his favorite face in the world. Another star.

Katsuki rolls the second blanket up and puts it under Shoto's head so he is more comfortable. This man really thinks about everything, doesn't he?

He lays down beside him but instead of looking up like Shoto does, he leans on his elbow, hovering over him until they are face to face. 

He lifts his hand, holding the side of Katsuki's face who pushes into it.

Everything is so quiet, the music turned off and the ocean seems to sleep now too. Shoto doesn't dare to break the silence and it looks like Katsuki doesn't either. The hand that isn't currently holding him up comes to push Shoto's bangs back, freeing his forehead, lingering.

The moonlight reflects off the bright sand, illuminating Katsuki's face, and Shoto's eyes wander. His piercings, his eyes, nose, lips- 
He is closer now, their noses are almost touching and Katsuki gives him time to react, to say no...

Shoto pulls him down the rest of the way.

It's just a press of their lips, only a few seconds long but it makes Shoto feel dizzy like nothing ever did before. When they part he feels out of breath, his heart beating as if it wanted to jump out of his chest.

Katsuki doesn't seem to be off any better when his forehead touches his own and he feels a shaky breath brush his lip.

"I wanted to do this for so long, you have no idea, Shou," he whispers.

Shoto nods, noses touching as he does. 

"Me too. So much," he tips his chin up, pressing the words into Katsuki's lips.

They kiss again, Katsuki angling his head this time for better access and brushes their lips together. Shoto follows him, clumsily at first but soon gets the hang of it. Kinda.

He breaks away after a while in desperate need to take a breath, Katsuki chuckling over him but continuing his kisses up Shoto's cheek. 

"Don't laugh, idiot," he smiles with a breathy laugh of his own.

"You are just so cute, I can't help it," Katsuki whispers into the skin of his jawline. He is following an invisible path with his lips, coming back to Shoto's own in the end.

"That's a word I never thought I would hear you say, Kats," he jokes, drowning in his favorite persons eyes once again.

"You better not tell anyone or I'll revoke your privileges to hear me say it, sweetheart."

He laughs at the empty threat. "I better keep it to myself then."

Katsuki hums, giving him another short, sweet kiss.

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They are lying on the blanket, watching the stars and Shoto's head on Katsuki's chest.

"Hey Shou," he feels Katsuki's voice vibrate against his cheek.

He hums, letting him know he is listening.

"Remember when you asked me if we were friends a few months ago?"

A smile spreads across his lips, he has an idea where this is going. "I do. You made me very happy that day."

Katsuki kisses the top of his head, pulling him closer.

"It's my turn to ask then, isn't it?" 

He lifts his head off his chest, supporting himself on his elbow like Katsuki did before, their positions reversed now.

"Seems to be fair," he agrees, smiling down at him.

Gentle fingers push his hair behind his ear where it's falling in his eyes, it's been getting a bit long. He should cut it some time.

"Hey Shou?"

He gets closer, brushing Katsuki's nose.

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

Katsuki can just finish the question before Shoto is kissing the light out of him. He pulls back for just a second to take his glasses off and goes right back.

The kiss started slow like the others but is turning more passionate quickly. Katsuki holds his head between his hands, guiding him however he wants him, and Shoto tries his best to give as much as he receives.

He opens his mouth for the tongue gently asking to be let in. It's difficult to keep up at this point but he lets Katsuki explore his mouth, moaning when he feels metal press into his own tongue. He forgot about his piercing.

It gets hard to breathe again and he has to pull away, gasping for air.

"Sorry if that was too much," Katsuki apologizes, getting the glasses so Shoto doesn't have to search for them.

He appreciates how thoughtful his boyfriend is. Boyfriend!!

"No, don't worry. I just have to get used to remember breathing when we kiss, is all," he laughs.

"I'll give you lots of opportunities to learn then," Katsuki smirks, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Shoto groans, hiding his face in his boyfriend's neck. What an idiot. He tells him as much.

They stay for a while longer, talking, laughing, kissing and eating some more before they have to go again, Katsuki wanting to be back home around midnight.

Shoto learns that kissing Katsuki is his new favorite thing to do.

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Katsuki loves driving at night. It's calm and the moon is the only one watching him. Tonight it's different, tonight his boyfriend is with him. Boyfriend!!

Shoto's weight against him feels heavenly and he wants to do nothing more than turn around right now and kiss him breathless. The best thing is, he could! Well not while driving, but the kissing part.

Instead he takes a hold of the thigh next to his hip, squeezing once and running the length down with his hand 'til he has to let go again at his knee. Shoto tightens his arms around him, letting him know he is alright. That's how they've been checking in on each other while driving for a while now.

They get home a little after midnight. The day has been one of the best ones Katsuki had in a a long time, not only did he have a beautiful trip to the beach, he also came home with a boyfriend at the end of the day.

Said boyfriend is currently standing in the kitchen, snacking on the chocolate covered fruit leftovers they brought back from the trip. He takes a hold of him from behind, accepting the strawberry Shoto feeds him over his shoulder.

"It's after midnight, you menace, if you can't sleep tonight because of all the sugar that's a you problem," he grumbles into his neck, very aware of the hypocrisy as he's still chewing. 

"Your fault for making these, love," Shoto responds, munching on some grapes.

He feels warm at the use of the pet name. 

A tap on his shoulder makes him look up, another bigger strawberry pressed against his lips but this time when he takes it between his teeth Shoto bites the other half, stealing half his fruit. He stands there, half of a strawberry between his teeth like a fool.

That move was hot.

Shoto laughs at him, attention going back to the fruits.

He swallows quickly, deciding Halfie had enough sugar for tonight and pulls him away towards the bedroom where they get ready to sleep.

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"I had a wonderful day today, Katsuki," Shoto says from where his face is pushed into Katsuki's chest.

He runs his fingers through Shoto's hair, the other hand up and down his back.

"I'm glad. You deserve it."

Shoto hugs him back tighter.

"When did you even make all that food though? I was in the living room the whole day." He can see the kitchen from the living room so he would have noticed at least something.

"I made it at night and just finished when you woke up," Katsuki reveals his secret, chuckling when Shoto pulls his head back to look at him in disbelief.

"You did that so it wouldn't ruin the surprise for me?" 

Katsuki nods. "I wanted it to be perfect for you. Something you will remember when you need it."

Shoto's eyes wet slightly, what did he do to deserve this?

He leans forward, kissing him, trying to put everything he wants to say in that kiss. 

Katsuki understands.

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Shoto spends more and more time at Katsuki's apartment over the next weeks. There is no reason to go to his dorm room if he can spend that time at his boyfriend's place instead and Katsuki doesn't seem to have any complaints.

Not much has changed between them, only now they put a name on what they have and kiss.

The studio where he takes dance classes is in walking distance from Katsuki's home too so it's even more convenient.

He is just packing his bag, heels, towel, water, everything he will need for tonight's classes. Two months ago he started dancing again and he is so glad he did. The teacher is nice, she's one of Izuku's friends, and the other students have ignored him so far. He can absolutely live with that.

Izuku and him became close friends, being partners in a sensual dance class does that to you, and Shoto is always looking forward to listening what scandalous stories he has to tell this time. 

In the living room Katsuki is watching TV but his attention is quickly on Shoto when he enters the room to say goodbye before he goes out.

"Hello, gorgeous," he eyes him up and down shamelessly.

Shoto gets in front of him, leaning down to give him a quick kiss.

"You mean goodbye gorgeous, because I gotta go now, love." He gives him another peck.

"What a shame, I was just enjoying the view."

He laughs, stopping on his way to the door. "Don't pretend I'm not basically living here, Kats. You won't starve from not looking at me for a few hours."

"You sure? What if you come home to find me shaking and drooling from withdrawals and begging to see your cute ass in those tight pants to cure me, huh?"

"Maybe I'll show mercy then. But now I gotta go, see you later," he waves as he opens the door.

"Be careful, babe," Katsuki shouts after him.

"I will." 

 
Not that he had to worry about anything...right?

Chapter Text

"How long?"

"Four hours."

"No way."

"Yes way."

"Izuku, what the fuck? And you are standing here like nothing?"

Shoto is currently changing clothes after their lesson while getting stories about Izuku's love life. 

"I am a bit sore, not gonna lie." 

He stares at him in disbelief, getting one of Izuku's blinding smiles in return. He needs a minute to comprehend the possibility of what Izuku just told him. Sex sounds like a lot-

Katsuki and him haven't had sex yet, to be honest Shoto is a bit nervous about it, wanting to take things slow and Katsuki has been nothing but supportive. He assured him they would go at Shoto's pace.
How did he deserve that man again?

They have been making out a lot though and Shoto feels something in his stomach tighten at the thought of getting home and kissing his boyfriend senseless. 

It's probably time go now.

Grabbing his bag he waves Izuku goodbye, promising him to send him the promo design he made for his tattoo shop and leaves the building into the empty streets. It's already dark outside and he crosses the parking lot quickly to get home.

He has been walking for a few minutes when he notices a car getting closer from behind but not passing. When he turns around he sees nothing but the headlights shining at him and just like that the car stops. They must be looking for something or maybe they reached their destination.

Thinking nothing more of it he continues his way home. Unlike in his own neighborhood these streets are quiet at night, no people and barely a car passing by at this hour since they are on the outskirts of the city.

Suddenly a motor starts and the car from before comes at him again, faster this time.  He clutches his phone, making more distance between himself on the sidewalk and the street, speeding up too. This feels wrong. 

Thankfully one block away from home the car finally pulls ahead and he just wants to breathe a sigh of relief when it suddenly cuts sideways onto the sidewalk a few meters in front of him. 

He stops immediately, eyes widening. What is going on?

Startled he takes a few steps back when the doors of the car open all at once and a group of men start coming towards him. He recognizes one of them, the asshole that threw coffee on him, he is dragging a bat behind himself. Metal scrapes the stone uncomfortably, sending chills down his spine.

Finally realizing what's going on, unfreezing, he turns on his heals and runs. Runs like he never had in his life, gasping when he hears steps following him and the revving up of the car.

They looked mad, really mad, and they have bats, maybe other weapons too.

He runs and runs, looking for a store or anything he could hide in but there is nothing- 
If he tried knocking at one of the houses they would catch up immediately. Screaming for help won't do anything, there is no one and he would pass the houses before they could even look out of the windows...

They are getting closer, he can hear them. 

Faster! 

Headlights follow him and he can feel the car close behind. Tears start collecting in his eyes and he blinks them away quickly, not wanting to risk his already bad vision.

Sweat runs down his face, his lungs start burning for air and he can only gasp to provide much needed oxygen.

The phone is still sitting tightly in his hand and he tries to open an emergency call without tripping or running into something. This moment of carelessness is where he fails to notice what's ahead when his his hair is suddenly grabbed by a hand shooting out of an alley. Another hand gripping his arm.

Someone was waiting for him.

It hurts. He tries to scream for help, maybe someone will hear him, but one of them  immediately slaps a hand over his mouth and he gets pulled deep into the alley, away from the lights of the street. He can't breathe! His mouth and nose covered by a huge hand. Kicking, screaming, scratching, nothing works...

Scared. He is so scared. 

They let go of him suddenly, the men who were holding him stepping back but before Shoto can even think about breathing, let alone trying to escape, a fist smashes into the side of his face, knocking him into a container on impact, a loud metallic bang echoing through the alley.

He slumps to the ground, blood running from a split lip and his nose down his chin.

Someone pulls him up by the hair, straining his neck. His mouth opens on a pained moan, blood flooding his mouth and making him nauseous.

"Yo, Az, why the fuck are we beating up a kid?" One of the goons asks.

"You want my money?" His bully shouts at the man.

So his name is Az. Probably a nickname.

"I mean yeah, but-"

"Okay then shut the fuck up! You idiots stay back now, this asshole is mine. And you, freak," he turns towards Shoto. "You got me fucking expelled!" He shouts, bending Shoto's head back uncomfortably.

He groans from the pain all over his body. The punch knocked his glasses off too so he can't see anything.

"I don't-" he tries to speak but is pulled to his feet, held up by two people.

The fist connects again with his unprotected stomach this time and he wants to curl up, retching after a second punch.

He is gasping for air, a mix of saliva and blood dripping from his mouth.

"You reported me to the school you disgusting little rat," Az spits, ramming his knee into his stomach, making him throw up this time. Vomit runs down his chin, making his shirt stick to him disgustingly.

"I didn't! Swear I didn't please st-" he gasps, words catching in his throat.

He gets pushed down on his knees, Az grabbing his hair once more, making him look up as if he could see anything but blurry figures.

"Then your little guard dog did it, you disgusting freak." 

Shoto needs to keep him talking, keep him distracted. Just a little more. 

Or it won't work.

"No! No he would've told me I swear 't wasn't-" he feels the tip of a bat against his mouth, silencing him immediately.

"Shut the fuck up! Now tell me, how much cock did you have to suck for that mutt to play guard for you, huh?" The man screams in his face, the bat pressing harder against his mouth. "Answer me!!"

Shoto shakes his head with tears in his eyes. 

The bat pushes more in, his split lip burning as it's squished between metal and his teeth.

He needs air! His nose is clogged with blood, he can't breathe!

Luckily Az seems to have a strong need to communicate and tell his life story.

"My old man beat the shit out of me when he found out I was expelled," he starts conversationally, the bat finally being pulled away. 

The hand lets go of his hair again and his head falls down against his chest. Greedily he gasps for air.

He is afraid, and he hurts all over but... there is something else. Anger.

Az continues to tell his sob story about how he has to go to military school now after disappointing his father but Shoto isn't listening, just finished fiddling with his phone behind his back. Luckily the goons left him alone with Az, just standing back behind his attacker.

That man is a pathetic loser.

Where is his anger suddenly coming from? It has never been like this.

"... I'm sure you are too much of a pussy to do that yourself though, so you got your boyfriend to do it for you, am I right?"

Shoto startles at being adressed. Fuck, what was he saying? God, everything hurts he can't focus on two things at once.

He looks up where he can see a blurry figure getting closer until it's grabbing his face, squeezing hard. 

"Are you even fucking listening?"

No, he is not. He hurts, he wants to go home!

The more he had to listen to this asshole feeling sorry for himself, the angrier he got and in a moment of either immense courage or great stupidity he scowls at him, spitting right in his face.

"You are pathetic," he says through gritted teeth when the hand squeezing his face pulls off to wipe away the spit. 

This felt good.

The high of striking back, of finally not just ducking away from others quickly turns into dread though when he hears Az screaming in fury. Another punch in the face and he is on the ground again, more blood joining the spit and vomit on his chin.

"OH YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH, ALRIGHT!" Az screams, sounding completely insane. The bat lifts-

Whatever energy was rushing through him from the second he started running for his life- it's gone. There is nothing left to fight it and he prepares for the hit, body grown tired after working it up. 

A tall shadow looms over him-

The alley lights up in blue light and sirens blare through the night. 

Car doors open. Several voices speak over each other but he can hear someone shouting instructions.

"Step away from him!" Az, still standing over him, carefully takes a few steps back.

"Now drop the weapons, in front of you and put your hands up where we can see them! All of you!"

Metal and wood fall on stone and Shoto hears several footsteps coming closer.

The tension falls off his body and he gasps through his open mouth, blood still clogging his nose. It's over. He did it. 

Katsuki did it.

"Sir! Can you hear me?"

He nods.

There are people around him now but he can't focus what they say. Are they still talking to him?

Everything hurts, a busted lip and maybe bruised ribs, his nose seems to be okay or at least not broken. He wants to go home. Tears stream down the sides of his face and leave tracks on his cheeks. He wants-

"THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND!! PLEASE LET ME GET TO HIM!"

A sob breaks out of his throat. Katsuki.

"Young man, please we can't let you pass yet we-"

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE LET ME GET TO HIM!! SHOTO!"

He hears Katsuki's voice breaking.

No! No, he isn't supposed to cry! Elbows, then knees and soon he is standing on shaky legs, stumbling towards the lights.

"Sir, please you are hurt, the paramedics aren't here yet!"

Don't care. 

"Sir you will get help soon, please wait!"

Don't care. Another step towards Katsuki.

"Shou! Please stay there, you are hurt!"

Sorry, Katsuki. I need you now, and if you can't come to me I will get to you. 

His strength vanishes with every step he takes and soon his knees give out. He will crash into the floor.

Someone is running, strong arms catch him. Katsuki.

"I'm here. I'm here, baby, I'm here." He is crying even more now.

Please don't. 

"Sir, please do as we told you, get him on the ground and make sure he doesn't move until paramedics arrive." A woman, she's talking to Katsuki.

"I- Yes, yes sorry..." Shoto can't remember him ever stumbling over his words like that.

Katsuki gets on his knees and lays him on the ground again, putting his jacket under his head.

"Shou, they only let me get to you if I made sure you would stop walking. But I'm here, I promise. Right next to you."

He nods, words not working anymore. He feels around blindly for Katsuki's hand.

There are more sirens in the distance and the last thing he feels is gentle hands on his face.

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Katsuki looks at the time on his phone, already 10 minutes after Shoto usually gets home from classes. He's probably gossiping with that nerd again.

The food is ready and he gets the dishes when his phone pings. It's probably Shoto letting him know he will be home a bit late. Looking at the screen it is indeed him though not a normal text message, it's his location.

Curious he taps on it. It shows that he's in some alley about a block away. 

He has a weird feeling about this.

A call let's his phone vibrate in his hand. Shoto again. He picks up, about to ask about the weird messages and if he is okay when he hears a voice he knows too well on the other end.

"-guard dog did it, you disgusting freak."

"No. No he would've told me I swear 't wasn't-"

"Shut the fuck up! Now tell me, how much cock did you have to suck for that mutt to play guard for you, huh?"

He drops his phone, staring ahead in horror at the fear in his boyfriend's voice.

By the time he leaves his building police are called and already on their way. He has no time to get the bike out and runs down the streets as fast as he can in his slippers, he forgot to put his shoes on. The call disconnected immediately after that last sentence so he has no idea if Shoto is okay.

He runs, his lungs burning.

When he reaches the alley four police cars are already blocking it, officers with guns pointing at the group.

No! Please don't shoot. Shoto is still there!

He can see him lying on his back in front of a container but he isn't moving. Please move!

As soon as the assholes drop their weapons and officers go to arrest them Katsuki tries to push past. He needs to!

They won't let him. He screams, begs them to let him go but they won't...

Struggling, about to push them if necessary he notices Shoto suddenly getting up. No, he shouldn't!

He is shaking, barely able to hold himself up and in the light of the cars they can see the blood and vomit on his face and shirt. It looks scary, like a nightmare.

Realizing what's going on he tries once more to convince them, telling them he is the reason Shoto is trying to walk here right now. They finally agree to let him go, under the condition he keeps him down until help arrives since Shoto is ignoring the people around him who try to help.

Just in time he reaches him, catching him before he can crash into the ground.

Katsuki can't hold back the tears at the sight of his beautiful boyfriend in pain. What did they do to him?

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The ambulance arrives shortly after and Katsuki has to stay back again even though he really doesn't want to.

Since Shoto passed out, they check for a concussion, but soon find that he just fainted after an adrenaline rush. A miracle, seeing they had weapons that could have easily given him a fatal head injury.

Katsuki is standing beside the door of the ambulance, watching as Shoto gets treated. 

Noticing how he watches carefully, playing with his rings nervously and dried tears on his face a nice lady lets him in so he can watch over his boyfriend better as long as he doesn't get in the way.

Shoto has a bruised rib that will heal on its own and a split lip that needs some stitches but luckily nothing that's serious enough to take him to the hospital. All of this was a big shock and the situation itself probably did more harm to his boyfriend than the injuries.

Hearing that, a weight fall off his shoulders and when Shoto wakes up just a few minutes later he is close to crying again.

"You can go over to him now, kid, I can see how much you want to get closer," the same woman smiles gently at him, making room so Katsuki can get past and stand beside the stretcher.

He thanks her deeply, not wasting time.

Shoto is answering questions, they are checking if he can remember what happened, if he knows where he is, that kind of stuff. He is okay, can answer everything.

When they are done it's finally Katsuki's turn.

"Hey Shou," he tries to not startle him with his sudden presence, minding him not being able to see much right now. 

"Katsuki!" He sits up immediately, face twisting at the pressure on his ribs but quickly opens his arms, begging to be held.

Stepping closer he pulls Shoto into himself, holding him close. They stay like this for a while.

Soon the nice lady comes to let Shoto know that he can go home for today but to seek medical attention in case his ribs started to get worse or other complications occur.

Still a bit shaky he gets up from the stretcher but doesn't seem to have struggles when walking and soon they are on their way home. They have to make a statement at the police station tomorrow, Shoto is supposed to rest for today.

Katsuki supports him as they walk down the street quietly, the situation starting to really sink in. 

"You saved me again," Shoto chokes out, scowling at the ground. 

They will be home soon.

"No, I didn't. I wasn't even able to make it there in time before the police arrived," he whispers.

"The police you had to call in the first place because I couldn't!" Shoto rarely shouts. 

Katsuki watches him from the side, seeing he is fighting with tears again, pressing his lips in a thin line to hold the tears back. They had conversations like this before, just not after a nightmare like what just happened.

"Shou, if you had called the police you wouldn't have been able to talk to them without your attackers noticing, am I right?"

Shoto lets his head sink, trusting Katsuki to lead him home safely. He nods carefully.

"They would have needed information from you that you couldn't have given them without them just running off or- silencing you..." The image is horrifying.

He wipes his tears, nodding once again.

"So letting me do it, trusting me to do it, was the right choice in the end, right?" He asks softly, wanting to show him that it's okay to need help.

"I guess," Shoto sniffles, leaning more into Katsuki. 

One day he will get it. Until then Katsuki will remind him as often as he has to.

Finally home they go straight to the bathroom, and Shoto sinks to the floor immediately, leaning against the tub as Katsuki starts filling it.

Not knowing exactly what to do he goes to walk out, wanting to give Shoto some privacy when he gets stopped by a hand holding his pant leg.

"Please don't go." There is so much pain in his voice. 

He kneels down to get on his level.

"I just thought you might want some privacy. I should have asked, I'm sorry."

"Please stay."

And he does, helping Shoto undress when he needs it while looking away to safe his boyfriend's dignity in a vulnerable position like he is in. He would rather punch himself in the face than eye him like a piece of meat in a situation like this.

He helps him get in the tub and relaxes a little at the deep sigh his boyfriend lets out when sinking in the hot water.

Taking a washcloth he gently cleans Shoto's face from the blood and other fluids, watching as he relaxes more under his touch.

They are quiet, the shock wearing off and the feeling of regret, of what-if's, starts taking its place. But also thankfulness.

Shoto closes his eyes, sinking further into the water.

"I spat in his face," he suddenly whispers into the silence between them, a small but proud smile pulling the corners of his mouth up.

Really?! 

The atmosphere in the room changes after that.

"Really?" He asks out loud. Katsuki can't say he isn't proud but at what cost? He doesn't say anything though, rather happy about the change of mood.

Shoto seems to feel a bit better, he opens his eyes again, a smile still on his face.

"Mhm, he was fucking annoying." Katsuki can't hold the snort at those words, Shoto's own smile widens a bit.

Is this man for real? He just got fucking beat up and says the asshole who did it was annoying.

"Honestly I'm not sure if I should laugh or cry, Shou." 

"You can laugh. He whined like a baby about his old man getting him into military school because he got expelled from uni," he pauses. "That's also why he attacked me, he said either I or you reported him which resulted in him getting kicked out." He frowns, looking at Katsuki, a the silent question.

"I did think about reporting him but since I didn't have evidence of his bullshit and even poured a drink over him myself, I decided not to. I also would have asked you first."

Shoto nods, looks like he knew that already.

Katsuki washes his hair, when Shoto talks again.

"Thank you, love."

"Don't have to thank me, sweetheart."

"Believe me, you did get there in time. I'm sorry I complained on our way here, I was just so frustrated- I once again couldn't help myself and had to rely on you. But you were right, thank you that I could trust that you will come and help me." 

He watches him as he talks. It's nothing new to him, he knows that Shoto hates how helpless he feels sometimes, but Katsuki will tell him over and over again that it's nothing he has to be ashamed about. And if he has to remind him at least once a day he will do that

Later he carries him to bed, gets him painkillers and water and sits by his side until he falls asleep.

Today was scary and he can't even imagine how it must have been for Shoto. He gently wipes the strands of hair away from his face, seeing bruises starting to bloom around his nose and cheek bone.

How can someone even be able to put their hands on a kind soul like him.

What if he hadn't seen the messages in time? What if he had picked him up from classes today? What if they had seen him use his phone before he could call him? What if-

No...

No, he is okay. He is here now, sleeping and alive. Bruised and in pain, one more mental scar added, but alive.

Maybe they should talk to someone professional about this soon.

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Shoto didn't sleep well, nightmares haunted him all night but every time he woke up Katsuki was there. Sitting on the edge of the bed or standing by the window and one time even silently crying when he thought he was asleep.

After everything that happened it was easy to forget how Katsuki must have felt. Not allowing him to be alone in this Shoto got up too, dried his tears.

Katsuki still continued to watch over him for the rest of the night.

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They make a statement the next day and now the rest isn't up to them anymore.

Katsuki learns the details about what happened last night, blood boiling when Shoto tells the officer how they were chasing him with a car through the streets. 

A home owner came forward with video evidence of them dragging him into the alley and the sound even picked up some of the things that happened in the dark.

The university made a statement of their own regarding the expulsion of the main suspect. 

A group of students, which are not in the slightest bit related to Katsuki and Shoto, reported the guy for repeated bullying and allegedly even attempted assault of a girl at a party. The details on that are currently being investigated but belong to a completely different case and are not relevant in Shoto's.

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After a few days Shoto starts to get better.

Their friends have been trying to help as much as they can after hearing what happened and especially Izuku beats himself up since he was the one Shoto saw last before the attack. Of course he couldn't have known, it's in no way his fault.

The injuries heal, the bruises slowly vanish and after a few weeks Shoto can even go back to dancing after taking a break.

Izuku picks him up from home most of the time and Katsuki accompanies him on his way back, getting there a bit earlier to watch him sometimes.

Usually he would be frustrated, but the realization that his friends and Katsuki only want the best for him lets him feel better about it. He matters to them after all.

Shoto is healing, and Katsuki too.

They will be alright.

Chapter Text

He is a bit nervous, today he will introduce his boyfriend to his mom. 

They have been together for about two months now and Rei has been dying to meet the man that not only saved her son more than once, but also makes him so happy.

Shoto finally opened up to her after the attack the night about a month ago. He was ashamed to not have told her earlier and she cried for him. Seeing the bruises on her son's face broke her heart.

They talked for hours after that and he started to let her in more and more about himself over the next few weeks. About the bullying, that Shoto started dancing, which he never told her before, and that he has a boyfriend now. He told her all of this, fearing she would get mad, but she was just so supportive and happy that he finally talked to her about everything that has been going on in his life.

Last time he visited she told him stories of how he used to dance even as a little kid, performing little choreographies for her and laughed when saying he should probably rather do that for his boyfriend now. He never knew she would make jokes like that but figures he had to get his own potty mouth from somewhere.

"Mooom..." he groaned and his face heated up.

"I'm just teasing you, sweetie," she giggled and continued to do his hair.

So that's why kids are embarrassed around their parents sometimes-

She asked to meet the person who has been staying by his side since day one, the day Shoto visited her unannounced and talked hours about the friend he made.

And today is the day.

Honestly he isn't entirely sure why he is nervous, he knows that his mom will love him.

Of course he told Katsuki what happened when he was a child, what his scar came from and why his mother is in a hospital. He told him that he forgave her, that it wasn't her fault. 
Katsuki understood that this wasn't his place to judge and he trusts Shoto to know what's best for them.

He is awake, watching the sun rise through the blinds with Katsuki sleeping on his fully healed chest. Morning light shines through the slits and hits his sleeping boyfriend beautifully. These are views he would like to treasure forever in a drawing. His hair glows golden and his strong back and arms look even more defined with how the light hits them.

Fingers run through golden strands and his thoughts stray again. 

"I can hear you thinking," a deep morning voice pulls him back.

His favorite pair of eyes are fixed on him, still sleep heavy. He kisses him right between them.

"Was just thinking how good you look in the morning light," it's not entirely untrue, he did in fact think that.

"Liar," he scoots up, burying his face in Shoto's neck. 

Busted.

"You read me too well, love," he hums when soft lips kiss his favorite spot below his ear. "But not a lie, I just also thought about something else."

"If you are worried about me meeting your mom today, don't, she will love me."

"Not full of yourself at all, love," he snorts.

Katsuki emerges then, kissing his nose and gets up to get started for the day.

"You still love me so... which one of us is the idiot."

He avoids a pillow to his head by rounding the corner, Shoto can hear him cackling on his way to the bathroom.

Gods above how he loves this man. He stays in bed for a while longer, smile not leaving his face. Of course Katsuki is right.

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He joins him in the kitchen after finishing in the bathroom enjoying the view of a broad back turned to him, his boyfriend still in just a shirt and underwear. This is one of their lazy mornings.

 Tea is already made and in a cup ready for him to drink. When sitting down he notices a box next to it.

"What's that?" He asks, Katsuki turning to see what he means. 

"Open it, then you will see."

He turns around fully, watching as Shoto opens it. It's a white, kinda expensive looking box with silver lettering on it. Peeling back the thin white paper inside reveals golden, almost comically large glasses.

His eyes widen, these aren't any glasses. Those are his glasses.

"How-" he starts, looking up at Katsuki who is still watching him.

"After the attack when you were still unconscious and in the ambulance, I found them on the ground. They were bent and one glass was broken. I kept them safe and sent them to someone who could repair them. Because I know how much they mean to you."

Shoto takes them out gently, taking the ones he had to wear since off and puts them on. 

He gets up then, stepping into Katsuki's space. 

"How did I deserve to be loved by someone like you, hm?" His arms wrap around his neck, body pressing up against Katsuki's front.

Warm, big hands run down his back.

"It's not about deserving, sweetheart. It's about someone knowing and appreciating your worth. Believe me when I say you are worth everything."

Taking Katsuki face between his hands he gets closer to whisper little I love you's against his lips, making sure he understands how much he does because at some point words can't be enough anymore.

One of his legs lifts to rest his thigh against Katsuki's hip, letting him silently know he wants to be picked up since he can't really talk while exploring Katsuki's mouth with his tongue. 

Hands move lower, fingers dipping under his waistband for just a second before retreating and continuing their path over his ass and finally his thighs, lifting him up so he can wrap his legs around his boyfriend's thin waist.

Katsuki walks them to the living room, not breaking the kiss, and sits down on the couch so Shoto is straddling him.

He forgets about the nervousness from earlier, only focusing on what's now, on who's under him.

Shoto has often been the one to initiate and lead in moments like these since Katsuki promised him they will go just as fast as Shoto wants them to. He has been thinking about going the next step for a while now, wanting to be the one to be lead instead. Wanting everything this man is willing to give him. 

Testing the waters he grinds down into the hardening bulge against his ass, making Katsuki moan beautifully, breaking the kiss. 

Oh! Interesting.

Leaning back with his hands on Katsuki's thighs so support himself, he watches his boyfriend react as he continues to slowly increase the pressure against his cock while moving his hips down.

Katsuki's head falls back against the headrest, eyes almost closed and his mouth  falling open on moans and breathy whimpers. 

It's so hot. Has he been missing out on that all this time? He is rock hard in his underwear from just watching Katsuki feeling good.

Hands grab his hips, helping him move along and increase the pressure even more. Katsuki's voice gets higher, his hips stuttering as they try to push up into him.

"Baby, please fuck... don't s-stop... gonna cum-"

Seeing him like this, it does sometimes to him and he only has to tug at his own cock over his underwear a few times before he too is coming with a groan in time with his boyfriend.

He falls forward, wrapping his arms around Katsuki's shoulders while he catches his breath.

"Fuck, sweetheart, where did that come from?" Katsuki gasps, holding Shoto closer against him.

Maybe it's time to talk with him about his latest thoughts.

"I've been thinking for a while now... if maybe-" this is a bit more difficult than he thought it would be. He feels his face getting warm.

Katsuki's holdings him by the hips, thumbs stroking over the bones.

"Babe, you just made me cum my brains out into my pants and now you are getting shy?" He teases him, brow rising in disbelief.

Funny, isn't it?

He groans, head falling back, before taking a deep breath and trying again.

"I want to take the next step with you. Sex. I want to have sex. With you." Of course with him, who else? 

He looks carefully at his boyfriend out of the corner of his eyes, seeing a grin on his face.

"You are so cute, what the actual fuck," he chuckles, watching the blush spread over his face.

"Katsuki..." he groans, hiding in his stupid boyfriend's neck.

"No don't hide. I'm sorry, you are just really fucking sweet I can't help it," he hurries to apologize, kissing his cheek 'til he emerges again.

"I won't fuck you here on the couch though, sweetheart, and also not now. Your first time should be the greatest fucking experience you will ever have with roses, a dinner and all that shit you see in movies," he gets serious now, cursing a lot to either make up for his moment of cute aggression right now or his own nervousness.

Either way Shoto knew that he would say this, knowing how the man has treated him for months now.

"Yeah no, not now. I meant maybe soon?" 

"Whenever you want, babe."

"Oh, could we do a date night at home? You cook and maybe some music and... that stuff-" he isn't really sure what else you would do before losing your virginity. Is there like a schedule or a plan for that? 

Katsuki would laugh at him if he could read his mind.

"Yeah babe, we can do stuff," he smirks. Maybe he can read minds after all.

Shoto grimaces when he feels his underwear sticking to him.

"I gotta go change." He hops up from the couch, watching Katsuki look down as he too feels the cum in his pants cool.

"Me too..."

Well, that was fun. 

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They walk out of the flower shop across the street with a bigger bouquet than usual since Katsuki wanted to add some flowers too.

Shoto is still a bit nervous about the situation but he realized that it's not because he fears that they won't like each other, but because he just can't wait for his favorite people to meet.

Funny how he is the one being nervous, Katsuki seems to be completely relaxed next to him.

He didn't put on any bold lipstick or clothes today, Shoto guesses it's because he doesn't want to overwhelm his mother. Which honestly wouldn't have been necessary since he described his looks to his mom in detail already. But he loves the considerate intentions.

They stop in front of her room, Shoto about to lift his hand but before he can knock, the door already opens and his mothers snow white hair and storm grey eyes peek out. She lights up as soon as she sees them and opens the door fully.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie, I was just so excited for you two to arrive!" She hugs him. He has never seen her this excited before.

"Hey mom," he smiles at her.

She then pulls away after giving her son a look before turning to Katsuki. He isn't sure what that look meant but he is sure it wasn't a bad one.

"Please excuse my manners, I'm Rei, please feel free to call me by my first name," she takes one of his hands in both of hers. Shoto has an idea why she offers her given name instead of her last name and Katsuki seems to realize too.

"Please, no worries. You can call me Katsuki then, Rei," he smiles softly. 

He watches as his moms eyes light up. She likes him.

"Come in, boys, I got some cake for you two," she ushers them in.

Shoto puts the flowers in the vase and immediately gets in his spot on the floor in front of the bed. He looks up to see Katsuki looking at a picture on the wall of him and his mom a few months after he visited her for the first time again. 

Right, Katsuki will probably learn a lot about young Shoto here.

"Hey Kats, you can get that chair over here, mom and I usually sit by the bed," he informs him about the probably rather unusual seating here since the only other opportunities are at the table away from the bed.

"Oh yes, Katsuki sweetie, I forgot to put the chair there, please make yourself comfortable." His mom joins them with two plates of cake that she puts on the bedside table. Walking off again after to get Shoto's drink.

"I'm so sorry, Katsuki, I usually have all the favorite drinks of my kids here but I didn't know yours. You have to tell me for next time, alright sweetie? Would you like some water?"

He looks up from where he too is sitting on the floor after realizing the chair would be just too high and he would loom over the other two.

"Water is fine, don't worry," he accepts the bottle while Shoto is already munching on his cake.

His mom gets behind him then and starts parting his hair like she always does.

They are talking about school, Shoto pulls out some of the treasures he collected at the beach a while ago, having forgotten to bring them with him the last few times he was here.

He watches Katsuki pick the strawberry from his cake and opens his mouth when his boyfriend feeds it to him.

"Oh, do you not like strawberries?" His mom asks, probably already taking mental notes.

"I do like them, but Shou likes them more so I always give him mine," he explains as Shoto agrees happily.

"I see," she nods. "Shoto has always loved strawberries since he was a baby."

She continues to run her fingers through his hair.

Katsuki and his mom get into a conversation about his tattoos, him showing and explaining some of them. 

He is finding out things about his mother that he never heard before, that she used to draw tattoo designs in college to make some money on the side before she got married off being just one of them. He stays quiet and lets them talk over him, enjoying how well Katsuki and his mother seem to fit right together. 

And soon, since he didn't sleep well last night, their calming voices and his mothers gentle touch are enough to slowly carry him into a blissful sleep.

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He watches as Shoto's eyes fall closed the more they talk and him and Rei exchange little smiles as he falls asleep soon.

"Shoto was a bit tired today, wasn't he?" She asks, brushing his hair back carefully, freeing his forehead.

"Yeah, he was awake pretty early today. Should I lay him down on the bed?" Sitting on the floor like that can't be comfortable.

She nods, taking his glasses off carefully.

"That would be nice. I can't believe that sitting like this can be good on his back," she agrees. "He falls asleep like that often when he visits but sadly he isn't small enough for me to carry him anymore."

He gets up, takes Shoto's shoes off and picks him up to lay him down on the bed where Rei already pulled the blanket back. He is glad Halfie will get a little nap now.

They move to the table to not disturb him, Rei making some tea for them.

"Did you know that a few months ago, the day you helped my son for the first time, he came here to visit me and tell me he made a friend?" She asks, smiling gently at him.

"No, I didn't," this is new for him.

She takes his hand on the table, squeezing with almost no strength. Her hands are small and delicate, like Shoto's.

"He was so happy that day. My son isn't very expressive and he has difficulties when trying to understand certain situations, but I'm sure you already know that." He does, having witnessed it firsthand for a while now, but he also knows that Shoto is getting better at it.

"I have never seen him so comfortable around someone," she adds.

"Katsuki, I'm not sure if you are aware of this, but I know you saved him. I tried to offer my hand to him more than once but he never took it. My baby is so strong, always tried to not be a burden on people but the time he needed someone to just be there for him was long overdue."

Katsuki listens to her, not interrupting.

"I can see how much he loves you, and I'm sure you love him just as much. Please take always care of him, okay?"

Her eyes beg for him to keep his word. A mother trusting someone to protect her baby's heart.

He promises.

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His eyes open and everything is blurry. Feeling around for his glasses he finds them next him. He isn't in his bed and also not Katsuki's.

Oh, right they visited his mom. So he fell asleep here.

He hears music silently playing on a phone and the voices of his mother and boyfriend having a conversation.

They are listening to one of Katsuki's songs he realizes, his mother seems to like it judging by the way she asks him a lot of questions.

His heart feels warm, he knew they would like each other. He turns his head to see them sitting next to each other, scrolling on Katsuki's phone where they look at pictures while listening to the music.

"He really falls asleep in the weirdest places, doesn't he?" His mom giggles at a photo, Katsuki with a matching grin next to her. Their heads put close together like two cartoon characters plotting something.

He groans internally, his boyfriend is just exposing his, admittedly funny, habit of sleeping everywhere, in whatever position. He has a whole album on his phone of Shoto sleeping in weird places. 

Well, at least they didn't get bored while he took a nap.

He gets up, walking up behind them and hugs Katsuki, looking over his shoulder.

"Hey babe," his boyfriend greets him, swiping to the next picture.

He groans into his shoulder as the two start giggling.

It's a picture of him in school, sleeping soundly during a lecture where he slid down his seat, body stretched out under the table and back barely hanging on to the chair.  Is that drool on his face?

They look at some more photos, his mom pulling out a handful of baby pictures.

It's starting to get dark outside and soon it's time to go. He hugs his mom goodbye and she also gives Katsuki a hug, him having to promise to come visit her again next time.

They get home in time for Katsuki to start making dinner.

Chapter Text

A week later it's finally time for their relaxing date night at home. Shoto is still at the dance studio, waiting for Katsuki to pick him up soon.

They talked about what they want their night to look like and decided to just take everything as it goes. Eat some dinner, have a glass of wine, listen to some music and maybe, if the night leads to it, take the last step to become even closer.

No TV tonight, it's just the two of them having some alone time with each other.

Shoto is currently watching himself in the huge wall mirror from where he is standing in front of the almost empty room with Ochako, his teacher. She is a sweetheart and has him in the front during some lessons since he is one of the more advanced students in her class. She told him that one day she hopes she can convince him to participate in performances outside of the studio. 

He has talent and does a good job at trying to help others with the steps.

The other girls in the class finally started to warm up to him after he has been helping Ochako a lot with the teaching recently, especially after he had to take a break from dancing due to his injuries. He kept visiting the studio during that time even if he couldn't dance himself.

Right now he watches himself on his knees, keeping eye contact with his reflection as his hips lower down and make a lewd picture as he continues moving them in in fluid motions. His upper half leans forward and he goes down fully until only his hips stick up and his cheek is pressed to the ground. Watching himself like that, it make's him feel confident and maybe even.... hot? He is definitely not embarrassed at all, not even under Ochako's gaze as she watches him to correct his form or just give tips.

"You know, even my little ass, that's only interested in women ass, is getting a bit hot while watching you, Shoto." 

She laughs, complimenting him and stepping closer as he turns on his back to just lie on the floor and take a much needed breath. He got used to her bubbly and honest character, she reminds him a bit of Mina.

"Careful Chako, I don't want to be ripped to shreds by your girlfriend," he pants with a big smile on his face. The compliment makes him feel even better about himself.

She offers her hand to pull him up before going another round, this time she joins him.

"Your blondie isn't any better you know," she smirks at him before the song starts and they get into position again.

She isn't wrong.

Speaking of...

Arms crossed and with his always present scowl, his boyfriend leans against the doorframe of the studio after just entering, his eyes immediately search for Shoto, features softening as soon as he finds him.

Shoto watches him through the mirror since his back is turned towards Katsuki. 

He gets down on his knees again, legs sliding apart as he holds his boyfriend's gaze.  Lower, deeper, until his upper body once again sinks towards the ground and only his hips are left to stick up. His back is arched almost painfully. He turns on his back, arching up so only his ass and head touching the ground, his chest the highest point now and he lets his hands wander down his body.

Katsuki's image is flipped from where he can see him, but he doesn't miss the approving expression on his face. His boyfriend likes what he sees.

The next steps are too fast to keep eye contact and he finishes his routine without getting distracted. He helps Ochako up this time and she gratefully takes his hand, both of them catching their breath.

"Alright Shoto, you were amazing again today but now go home, Bakugou looks very excited to take you home, dear." She whispers the last part, loud enough to be heard across the room.

"Shut it, Cheeks," Katsuki calls from his place at the door where he already grabbed Shoto's bag for him.

He likes watching the two of them interacting with each other, it's always fun to see Katsuki's reactions.

"Sure you don't need me to help you clean up?"

"No no no, you go home now and enjoy a nice evening with your boyfriend. Go, shoo shoo." 

He gets pushed towards the door by her, giving up on trying to help and goes voluntarily.

"Okay I get it," he laughs while her much smaller frame pushes against his back. "See you Tuesday, Chako." 

He waves at her and finally walks over to his man who's still waiting patiently at the door.

"Hey, gorgeous," he gets pulled closer by the waist with one hand. "Gave me a little show over there?"

Shoto leans in to press a sweet kiss into Katsuki's black colored lips. He toned down a little on the makeup recently to protect his skin a bit better, that man has a whole skincare routine. That is something he will have to take to his grave though because Katsuki would make him a head shorter if he told anyone.

"Did you like it?" 

They are walking out of the studio hand in hand, Katsuki carrying his stuff because he's just amazing like that. Sometimes Shoto really feels like a princess around him, head empty, no worries.

"I loved it, sweetheart. You are getting better every day, sometimes I ask myself how the fuck you do that, honestly."

He pulls Shoto into his side and they continue their short walk home.

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The apartment is dimmed and the smell of food welcomes them home. Katsuki put music on, it's quiet and relaxing. 

"I have candles around the rooms but I didn't wanna risk them burning the house down," his boyfriend's soothing voice says from behind him. "I'm gonna light them while you shower, okay?"

Strong arms wrap around him from the back, Katsuki nuzzling against in his neck. This will be a beautiful night, he can already tell.

"You put our playlist on," he notices as he lets himself fall into not only the warmth at his back but also of the apartment, their home. He used to just listen to whatever was playing on the radio or his music app, but since he met Katsuki his taste in music changed a lot. 

"I wanted to make it cozy for tonight, just like you deserve, princess."

Shoto hums at the answer. That name really makes him feel tingly, especially since Katsuki uses it mostly when they are getting got with each other. He turns in Katsuki's arms, tracing his thumbs over his with light stubble prickly jaw and presses their lips together. Kissing Katsuki comes as easy as breathing, he doesn't think about it.

"I'm gonna go get ready, I'm still sweaty from classes," he grimaces.

Katsuki holds him closer, not letting him leave while starting to press wet kisses all over his face. 

"Katsukiii- now I have smudged lipstick all over my face," he pouts but lets him continue his attack, enjoying the attention of his usually grumpy boyfriend.

"I used you as my makeup wipe," Katsuki grins. "Wanna get that shit off before dinner."

"You are such a romantic, love."

Katsuki shrugs, letting him finally go after one last kiss. "Gotta balance it out ya know," he winks.

He shakes his head at his boyfriends weird logic and makes his way to the bathroom. He notices that Katsuki made some changes here too. The heater is running for Shoto to not freeze after the shower, there are candles, a pile of fresh clothes and a big fluffy towel ready on the counter. A bathroom light that switches colors with a remote is hanging overhead, his boyfriend must have installed it when he was gone. He switches it to a warm orange. Is it weird to connect someone you love with a specific color? Warm orange does feel a lot like Katsuki.

There is a knock on the door. "Hey babe, lemme put the candles on before I go and finish making dinner."

They are boyfriends, have seen each other with no clothes on, short glimpses and wandering hands, but Katsuki always makes sure to ask first. Shoto loves it but also hopes that one day sexual and also nonsexual intimacy will come to them as easy as kissing does to him now. Maybe tonight they will get closer to that, until then he will appreciate having his boundaries so easily accepted by the person he loves.

Soon Katsuki is back in the kitchen again and Shoto lets the water heat up while he wipes his face clean of the smudged color. His reflection greets him and he takes a second to look at himself.

It used to be difficult for him to look in the mirror and see someone he felt like he can be proud being. His scar, forever a memory of what had been. His mismatched hair he always wanted to dye so he wouldn't stand out so much, which in the end he never did, because even when he was still a child it was one of his mom's favorite features about him. She used to, and still does to this day, play with his hair, he didn't want to take that away from both of them. His mismatched eyes, one damaged and only seeing light and dark, the other getting weaker from having to do all the work for over ten years.

He used to hate looking in the mirror and seeing what everyone else saw, what everyone else hated.

But-

Your eyes light up when you are happy.

I love your bed hair, it looks so soft with your sides mixing together.

No, it's not ugly. It looks really fucking cool actually.

You have a dimple on one side when you smile.

Hey, gorgeous.

Beautiful-

Pretty-

There is someone who sees him like no one else does. Someone who day by day teaches him how to love what he too once hated.

He runs his hand trough his hair, it almost reaches his shoulders now, and pushes it out of his face, freeing his forehead like Katsuki often does. Left, right, he looks at himself from different angles. 

Smile- oh, a dimple.

His shirt goes into the laundry bin and he looks once more in the mirror. Lean, with some muscle from dancing but not nearly as much as Katsuki has. Freckles, mostly on his left side. He turns his hips a bit to look at his behind and his side. Thin waist and he can definitely see why Katsuki likes when he wears leggings.

Maybe-

One day?

He turns to look at himself from the front again.

Maybe one day he can say he looks pretty as confidently as Katsuki does.

The rest of the clothes go into the bin as well and he finally steps into the shower. Hot water runs over his face, an oddly comforting feeling considering-

His body relaxes and he just stays there for a while to soak in the warmth.

Tonight it's an everything shower so he stays for a while. Exfoliating, shaving, what his boyfriend has in skincare products, Shoto has in shower products. Maybe a hair mask tonight?

His thoughts wander.

Unlike back when he asked Katsuki to have sex with him he isn't nervous at all right now despite knowing he will probably sleep with him tonight. The more he thought about it the more he craved to finally feel him closer than they have ever been. Katsuki makes him feel comfortable, he wonders how he can make him feel if they are not just talking or cuddling. 

His nervousness calmed down after doing some research. Admittedly it was a bit embarrassing to look it up but he still learned a lot. Talking to Izuku also helped.

"Will it hurt?"

"Not if your partner does it right. Prep is very important, communication just as much, always check in with your partner, doesn't matter if you are the one giving or receiving."

He was curious. Showers or the rare occasions he slept in his room on campus had him experimenting on his own. Nothing crazy, just exploring his body a bit. Fingers carefully wandered down past his dick which he stroked with his other hand while imagining it were someone else's hands. Katsuki's hands.

Never more than two fingers went past his rim but it was enough for him to get a taste of it.

Tonight he won't do it, wants Katsuki to do it for him if they get that far. He really wants to take everything he can get.

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He is nervous, like really fucking nervous. 

Tonight he and Shoto might have their first time together and his stomach makes little swoops every time he thinks about it.

What if he is bad, like really fucking bad? Or if he hurts Shoto, what then? Is he even going to be the one sticking it in? What if Shoto wants to do it?

Not that Katsuki would have a problem with that, he likes it either way. The most important thing is he can make Shoto feel good.

He walks between the living room and kitchen like a headless chicken. 

One deep breath, hold it, alright.

It's okay, nothing to be worried about. He won't hurt Shoto. It's been a while since he had sex himself, but he never had anyone complain about his skills so he probably won't fuck it up, right?

All he wants is to make something unforgettable for his boyfriend, something he won't think about in the future to remember how bad that experience was.

He want to give him what he deserves, appreciate him, show him what he's worth.

A sigh. 

When did he start thinking like that? It's not like he never respected his past partners but something about Shoto is just so different. Something  that makes his insides squeeze uncomfortably at only the thought of him hurting or getting hurt.

The shower turns off and he goes to get the dishes out along with two wine glasses. Alcohol is something they indulge in rarely, one or two glasses when it's fitting the occasion. Like tonight.

While Katsuki isn't a big fan of listening to his own voice, Shoto insisted on putting at least some of his favorite songs and covers by him and his band on the playlist. He has a hard time not to cringe when one of the songs comes on right as he fills the glasses.

He goes to skip it when he hears the bathroom door open. Damn.

"Don't skip it, I like your calm voice in this one," Shoto pouts as he leans in the doorway to the living room where they also have their dinner table.

'Take Me Back To Eden by Sleep Token', one of Shoto's favorite covers that Katsuki did solo.

Well, what princess wants princess gets, there's not a lot he can do about it.

Shoto comes closer to put his arms around his shoulders. Fresh out of the shower, smelling devine, hair soft and almost completely blowdried, comfortable clothes that belong to Katsuki, looking so cute when he looks up through his glasses. How does he manage to look so fucking pretty without even trying? 

The light in the room is dimmed, the candles make a beautiful atmosphere. 

"The food smells delicious, love."

He holds onto Shoto's waist and they share a short sweet kiss before Katsuki guides him over to the table.

It is indeed delicious, of course it is, he made the food himself. Noodles from scratch and only the freshest ingredients. Shoto hums approvingly after every new thing he tastes and Katsuki has to hold himself back from pinching his cute mochi cheeks. The wine is good too, a light but comfortable warmth settling his nerves and stopping him from overthinking everything.

Shoto sits right next to him and soon while eating desert his legs moved over Katsuki lap during their conversation. He does that a lot, staying on his own chair but throwing one or both legs across his lap. Not that he had any complaints about it.

Their conversation goes from school related topics to Shoto's dancing and soon Katsuki's band. They always find something to talk or just stay comfortably quiet.

"Gonna be our greatest show yet, the idiots are still hyped as fuck about it."

"I'm so happy for you guys, you really deserve to be recognized, love."

"This will be a very long set, mostly song covers again but we got a request to do one of our own songs too. Fucking finally."

This is what they wanted for so long, he can see how happy his boyfriend is for them. Shoto takes the last sip out of his glass before putting it down, a light pink flush adoring cheeks. He won't drink any more tonight, Katsuki knows that Shoto is always satisfied after feeling a light buzz.

"When is it?"

He runs his hand over Shoto's inner thigh as he tries to remember.

"Next year but I can't remember the exact date, gotta ask Mina again."

"Can I come with you?"

He watches as Shoto tilts his head in that adorable way he does when he is confused or nervous while he pushes his glasses up his nose. 

"I thought that was without a question sweetheart," he smiles. "Of course I want you there with me," he adds to make it unmistakably clear for him.

"Good." Shoto mirrors the smile and his one dimple shows.

They get up soon to bring the leftovers and dishes in the kitchen, he will clean them tomorrow, tonight is their shared time together.

He puts the food in the fridge and is just sorting the glass tupperware to fit everything when he hears the music turning up a little in the living room.

'Gone With The Sin by HIM' the original version this time. It's a shared favorite of theirs, even though the song deals with a dead love, Katsuki can see Shoto in some of the lyrics. Call him weird but if you forget the meaning, the lyrics fit pretty nicely.

I love your skin oh so white

Hands wrap around him from behind and Shoto swings them slowly to the song. Katsuki hums along, smiling as his boyfriend presses up against him to kiss his nape.

I love your touch cold as ice

He gets pulled into the living room and Shoto is against his front now, asking to dance with him.

"Baby, you know I can't dance," he laughs sheepishly but holds Shoto around the waist again while his boyfriend leads him.

"I'll teach you, love."

They swirls around the room as the song continues. It's not difficult, they just sway to the melody and that's something he can do, even if he is the one being lead around.

Woah-oh, my baby how beautiful you are

His humming turns into silently singing along as their foreheads are pushed together. Shoto guides them around still while listening to every words Katsuki whispers for him. 

Unlike the song, this isn't a dead love.

I worship your lips, once red as wine

Yes, he worships those lips, still red as wine.

And I crave for your scent

He does.

Sending shivers down my spine

He runs his hand down Shoto's spine who lets out a shuddering breath against his lips. 

His delicate hands come to hold the sides of his face. Cherry lips get close but don't touch completely, to feel, to taste his words as the song continues.

You're gone with the sin, my baby
And beautiful you are
So gone with the sin, my darling

The grip on Shoto's waist tightens while he lets his hands wander lower to grip onto his hips and pull him closer.

His beautiful boyfriend gasps as that pushes him the rest of the way and they finally kiss again. 

He tastes like wine and cake from desert.

Shoto lets his own hands wander as the song finishes and when it fades out completely they are both breathless, hot puffs of air shared in the tight space between them. 

It's quiet as they look at each other. He feels like his heart might jump out of his mouth any second.

"Take me to bed, love." A shaky whisper.

His eyes widen. He expected that it would happen but it still feels so surreal. 

But he is ready.

He nods, his nose brushing against Shoto's and lips are on him again the next second.

It's a messy kiss this time, the tenderness from before gone and his hand twists into the strands of Shoto's hair to guide him while he walks them towards the bedroom. 

Hands tug on clothes and soon Katsuki is shirtless. His own hand dives below the hem of Shoto's shirt and his boyfriend nods into the wet kiss as best as he can, letting him know he can take it off.

The back of Shoto's knees hits the mattress and he has to pull him closer so he won't fall back. He lowers him carefully, climbing over him, and mouths at Shoto's neck to let him breathe for a second.

They scoot up the rest of the bed to be comfortable and Katsuki finally leans back, hovering over his boyfriend to look at him.

Shoto is beautiful, looking positively ruined from just kissing.

He sits back on his heels to pull Shoto's hips up in his lap.

His hands run up the milky skin beneath him, making Shoto sigh as he relaxes into the pillows.

"Please make me feel good, Katsuki," he asks, half lidded eyes pinning him.

"Always. How do you-" he points between them.

Shoto reaches for him to come closer, wanting more kisses.

"I want you inside, please, love."

Fuck, that mouth really is a sin. Sometimes he forgets how straight forward Shoto can be.

He groans into his boyfriends neck.

"You can't just say shit like that, princess, I might bust immediately."

The little smug idiot just giggles at Katsuki's obvious suffering.

"Communication is key."

That makes him emerge again to give him a blank stare. True, but still-

"I hate you."

"You don't."

"No, I don't."

"I know. Make me feel good now, please."

Shoto being a little shit managed to calm him down again, he is sure now that he will not fuck this up.

His fingers gently push away the strands of hair in his boyfriends face, kissing him on the forehead. There is one more thing, something important. 

"I will. But please, Shou, promise me to tell me if there is something that feels bad or wrong. And also if you feel good. I can't read your beautiful mind, so you have to tell me, alright?" He has to get serious for a second but moves his mouth along the warm skin beneath him as he talks to make it feel less intimidating or awkward.

His lips move lower, his words burn into creamy flesh. Long fingers twist into his hair as he kisses down his chest.

"I will. And you too, love."

That's enough for him to trust that Shoto will talk to him if anything is wrong. Now he can fully commit to making him feel so good he will shake with pleasure.

His legs part a little so Shoto's ass is completely snug against his clothed dick, he wants him to feel how much he enjoys this. His tongue swipes over a pink nipple, the metal ball of his piercing adding to the stimulation.

Shoto moans beneath him, his fingers tightening a little in Katsuki's hair but not pulling. 

With his hand he starts to kneed the other side of his boyfriends small tits where his mouth can't cover. His thumb swipes repeatedly over the other rosy bud until it too stands puffy and red against the white skin.

Moans get breathier and higher as Shoto seems to decide if he wants to push up into the abusing mouth and fingers or if he wants to get away. Katsuki eyes him closely, can feel himself getting harder in his pants at the image of kiss bitten lips and ruffled hair.

"Kats- Katsuki, feels good. But too much!" 

He pulls off with a pop and marvels at his work proudly. Cherry red lovebites and glistening, puffy nipples. Beautiful.

"But princess, that was nothing yet," he grins smugly before rolling his tongue one last time over the little bud and continues his way down.

Shoto's breath hitches when he sucks the skin over one of his hip bones, leaving another mark.

He reaches for a pillow to put under his boyfriends hips and gets on his stomach between spread thighs. Continuing his kisses where he stopped at the hips he moves to the defined but still soft tummy, leaving another mark right over the waistband of the black pants Shoto is wearing.

Beautiful mismatched eyes follow his every move and when Katsuki teases his tongue along the waistband, dipping under the fabric to tease his next step, Shoto nods enthusiastically for him to go on.

But that would be too easy, too fast. This is about taking their time, making it last.

His teeth bite at the fabric, pull it up, just to let it snap back against the skin. Shoto is about to complain but is immediately cut off by warmth engulfing his hard cock over the pants. Katsuki is mouthing along the length of it, watching his reaction.

"Katsuki stop teasing," he gasps as hot lips suck over the growing wet spot at the head. One of his hands falls from the blond locks and pushes the waistband down for him to take the hint.

Deciding to show mercy he presses one last kiss against the wet patch and pulls the pants and underwear off, his boyfriend now completely naked beneath him.

From where he is sitting once again on his heels to pull the fabric down long legs he gazes in wonder at the wet dream that's Shoto Todoroki. He is not meeting Katsuki eyes though, pushing his glasses up his nose nervously.

No he won't have that.

He kisses the exposed skin beneath him, whispers praises like burn marks into it. He will show him just how gorgeous he is.

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He never felt like this. 

The way Katsuki looks down from where he is kneeling between Shoto's spread legs like he adores him, it makes him feel so loved. Shoto is completely naked now, he is more exposed than he has ever been before and he feels safe.

Safe in the way Katsuki's broad hands circle his hips as he pulls him closer into his lap again so his legs circle his waist.

Safe in the praises and compliments he's showered in. 

"Beautiful."

"Gorgeous."

"Your skin is so soft."

Shoto isn't used to this. His whole life he was the odd kid, the person people confessed to as a dare, the student that was not even a teachers favorite. So feeling like this, desirable, dare he say even– sexy; lying in the bedsheets of his boyfriend, it's new and surreal.

"You wouldn't be bad to look at if it wasn't for that thing on your face and those big ass glasses." The closest thing he ever got to a compliment.

A warm mouth leaving a trail over his stomach pulls him back to the present.

"Hey, you back with me, Shou?" Katsuki looks at him, worried.

Shoto nods and tangles his fingers into Katsuki's hair again, scratching his scalp like he knows his boyfriend loves, hoping to calm his worries.

"Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking...Please keep going, Kats."

His boyfriend cones to hover over his body, kissing the tip of his nose.

"Don't overwork that pretty head of yours, I still need that."

Shoto laughs softly then, can't help it. 

He is so thankful.

"You make me feel pretty," he confesses, voicing his thoughts. It's vulnerable, but he feels like he can be that with Katsuki.

Another kiss.

"You are pretty." 

He says that a lot, but it doesn't seem like he is getting tired of it.

"Pretty eyes," a kiss between his eyes.

"Pretty face," a kiss on his scar.

"Pretty smile," the lips.

"Pretty laugh," he tickles his sides, more giggles.

"Pretty chest, pretty tummy, everything pretty. Pretty Shoto."

Tears gather in his eyes with every word whispered and he pulls Katsuki close, just hugging him.

"Thank you, Katsuki."

His boyfriend holds him a bit closer at that.

"Wanna keep going?"

"Yes please, wanna feel you," he can feel Katsuki twitching against his thigh in his pants. "Take them off," he pulls at the waistband.

Katsuki does without teasing him about being a demanding princess and soon kneels between his spread legs again.

This is-

They have seen each other naked before, he has felt Katsuki hard dick through his pants more than once, but seeing him now, fully hard against his own dick on his stomach, it's more than he expected.

He knew Katsuki had dick piercings, he honestly didn't expect a full Jacob's Ladder going down the underside of his shaft though.

The look on his face must have been hilarious because Katsuki snorts over him before thrusting his hips a bit forwards, sliding the pierced underside against Shoto's cock. It feels heavenly.

Katsuki lowers himself between his legs again, leaving another trail of kisses down his stomach until he once again reaches his middle. He gets impatient, thrusting his hips up a little which Katsuki only holds down tightly before he finally puts his mouth on him again.

Warm, wet lips close over the head of his cock and Shoto moans in pleasure at the feeling.

His boyfriend looks up at him amused and slides lower without breaking eye contact. This is it, this will be the death if him. He can't believe he was nervous to try this out.

If he thought this felt amazing, the feeling of Katsuki's throat opening for him has him very close to cumming his brains out. Too soon!

"Wait wait Kats- gonna cum! Waii- " a loud moan escapes him as Katsuki just doubles his efforts and after a few more thrusts ropes of cum shoot down his tight throat. He gets sucked completely dry, whimpering because of overstimulation before his boyfriend finally pulls off with a wet pop.

A handsome grin spreads those sinful lips as he wipes them clean off drool and cum.

Shoto stretches his arms out for him to come close, still breathless and riding a high he never felt before.

"Sorry I came so fast," he mumbles into his neck as Katsuki cuddles him close, holds him 'til he calms down.

"Don't worry, princess, I did that on purpose. You will be more relaxed if we continue after you calmed down," he explains to him. Oh. He learns a lot today.

They lay for a while, Shoto in Katsuki's arms. 

He feels Katsuki's still very hard erection poke his stomach and he curiously runs one of his hands down the sturdy chest in front of him. They lay side by side, facing each other so it's easy for him to watch his boyfriends reaction as he continues his path down.

The metal feels cold and Katsuki is heavy in his hand. Hot breath caresses his lips and he sucks in the needy sounds of his usually rather cocky boyfriend as he thrusts into his fist.

A big hand grips his waist and pulls him impossibly closer before that same hand wanders around to the small of his back, fingers teasing their path even further down.

Shoto kisses him, continuing the twisting motions of his wrist with the up and down strokes on Katsuki's cock while his boyfriends thick fingers dive between his cheeks.

A dry finger carefully massages over his entrance, not pushing yet, just letting him get used to the feeling.

Katsuki moans into the kiss before pulling away and carefully taking a hold of Shoto's wrist, stopping his strokes.

"I'm so fucking close, baby," he laughs breathlessly. "Wanna wait 'til I'm inside you, okay?"

He nods, already missing Katsuki's touch from before.

"I'm ready, can we continue now, love?" He is aware of how needy that sounds but can you blame him?

His boyfriend sits up once again on his knees before reaching over to get lube and condoms from his nightstand

"You know, it would be easier if you turn on you stomach for your first time, sweetheart," he lets him know while stroking his thigh.

No he doesn't want that.

"But I wanna see you," he pouts a little, sitting up.

Katsuki's soothing strokes on his thighs continue as he thinks for a second.

"Well, I can also prep you while you're on your back. For the later part, you could try going on top, princess. It would give you more control and we would face each other," he suggests.

That doesn't sound too bad. It feels a bit intimidating to think about it, but honestly this whole experience was to begin with and it was amazing so far, so he can at least try.

"I like that," he agrees, scooting closer to steal another kiss. "Can we keep going now?"

Katsuki guides him down into the pillows again before putting a second one under his hips.

"You seem to really like it so far with how desperately you want me to touch you." 

He closes his eyes while soft lips kiss the insides of his thighs. A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. What an asshole.

"Well, you are just really good at what you do," he decides to play into his boyfriend's teasing. It's no lie after all.

"Hell, yeah."

The kisses go further down, tongue massaging over his perenium. It feels good. His eyes are still closed and he just feels, his fingers twist into soft blond hair again.

Katsuki is going even lower.

His legs get thrown over broad shoulders and he is now completely open for Katsuki to access him. 

Thumbs spread him apart and the wet mouth follows a path from his cheeks to his very center. A long, wet swipe over the sensitive ring of muscle has him holding his breath in anticipation.

It doesn't take long for him to completely melt under his boyfriend's touch. A skilled mouth opens him up while fingers slowly join in pushing inside.

His thighs begin to shake in pleasure after a while and with every added finger. He is sure he must be squeezing Katsuki's head a lot but a quick glance between his legs shows that he seems to absolutely enjoy having his head almost crushed by strong but soft thighs.

Katsuki looks dazed, his eyes lidded and he can just make out a bit of his irises, looking almost crosseyed. He really seems to love eating him out.

Shoto's voice is rough at this point, throat dry from gasping for air so much and he is sure he drooled all over the pillows. His dick is so hard it hurts a little.

"I'm ready, love. Please n-need you," he almost begs after the fourth finger has been thrusting inside for a good few minutes already. If Katsuki hits his prostate just a few more times he is sure he will cum again and he wants to have his boyfriend inside first.

Katsuki pulls away, burying his face in his thigh to greedily suck in the air he so desperately needs after drowning himself for so long in his cheeks.

"Fuck! Yes, yes sorry... I lost myself. Because. Fuck!"

He must be far gone right now, looks like he enjoyed this as much as Shoto did. Slowly he pulls his fingers out and crawls up to hover over him again.

His boyfriend looks absolutely destroyed just from pleasuring him. Flushed cheeks and chest, hair a mess like he has never seen before, dazed eyes and glistening, swollen lips. Katsuki looks so fucking good all ruined, having Shoto discover something new about himself he didn't even know until now.

Katsuki falls on his back, arms wrapping around Shoto and he gets pulled on top of him.

He can now look down on Katsuki who wears a giddy smile on his face, a beautiful contrast to his usual cocky grin. It makes him match his smile.

"You seem to have enjoyed that even more than I did, love, which honestly shouldn't be possible," he laughs against slick lips.

Broad hands are squeezing and massaging his ass, the squelching of lube making him even more excited to take Katsuki inside.

"You have no idea how addicting that ass of yours is, baby. Fuck- gonna have you for desert every day now, deal?" He emphasizes his words with a squeeze and a very light slap to his ass. 

What a silly idea, his horny mind does like it though. He still chuckles at the image and pushes himself up to sit on his boyfriends thighs. 

Katsuki grabs the condom and puts it on while Shoto gets the lube and spreads it over him.

"Every day?" He grins as he strokes him to get the lube everywhere.

"Every day." Katsuki agrees while lovingly rubbing his hands along the length of his thighs.

Shoto scoots forward a bit, lifting himself until he hovers over Katsuki who holds his cock up to align with his hole.

"Ready?" He asks while supporting himself on his boyfriend's chest.

"I should as you that. Take it slow alright, gorgeous? We have all night and this isn't supposed to hurt, remember that."

With the hand that's not holding his dick up he supports him by the hip.

Slowly he begins to put a little pressure down, carefully working his hips in circles until the head pops past the muscles.

He moans, watches as Katsuki bites his teeth at how tight it feels.

"Careful baby, relax."

The other hand also comes to hold his hips now, Katsuki is so strong he could probably move him up and down without Shoto having to do anything. But this is about him having control here, he knows his boyfriend will only support him and otherwise do as Shoto asks him.

Carefully he sinks lower in smooth, circling motions of his hips. Dancing really trained him for this. Fluid movement, core and thigh strength.

It feels good, the piercings stimulate his sensitive rim as they pop in one by one, his walls getting pleasantly massages by a thick cock and metal balls.

He probably looks as messy as Katsuki does. 

When his ass finally meets his boyfriend's hips he is absolutely out of breath, sucking air he desperately needed in as he tries to relax around the intrusion.

Katsuki seems to fight the urge to thrust up into his heat right now because the grip on his hips gets deliciously bruising.

He opens his eyes, didn't even know he closed them in the first place, and looks down to see the other is already watching him. He looks amazed at at what sees.
It makes him feel that feeling from earlier again. Desired.

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"You look so fucking beautiful, Shoto."

It's probably easy to say that while being balls deep in the person on top of you but he really means it.

Like he already said a few months back at the party when they weren't even a couple yet, confidence suits him, and what makes you look more confident than riding your partner into next week?

Shoto tightens even more around him at that, he seems to really enjoy his compliments and praise. Well, he didn't plan on stopping anytime soon.

"I'm gonna move now." His boyfriend's lifts his hips carefully, pulling out inch by inch.

"I won't last much longer, Shou, I'm so close to cumming you make me go insane, baby," he confesses. Screw this pretty man and his tight little ass. Literally.

"Me too."

Warm, wet walls pull almost completely off before sucking him back in as Shoto sinks down again, getting faster with every time he does it. Oh gods... he really won't last.

Nothing prepares him for hips suddenly smashing down against his, having them shout in unison at the immense pleasure.

Shoto sits up then and supports himself on Katsuki's knees instead to have more power over the intensity over his downward thrusts. He watches as his boyfriend claws at his glasses to get them off and to the side so he can move without them hanging on for dear life.

After that Shoto seems to lose himself in his pleasure. Sweat glistens along his body, his head is thrown back showing his marked neck and he just babbles nonsense as his head seems to be completely empty.

Katsuki lets him do what he wants, holding back from thrusting up like he so desperately wants to and watches the muscles in Shoto's ridiculously strong thighs work under his skin.

Soon he can feel Shoto's strength leave him though and he takes over in moving him up and down his cock. Hands fall back on his chest again and his boyfriend pants in exhaustion.

"Please Katsuki." He begs, eyes watery, mouth hanging open on moans and whimpers. It's enough for him to know what exactly he is begging for.

His grip on Shoto's hips tightens, his feet plant on the mattress and he thrusts up into the addicting heat.

Their moans rise in volume, poor neighbors, and Shoto gets tighter on every thrust directed at his prostate. 

"More! More more please more..." he babbles again, head hanging low.

In one swift motion he swaps their positions and pounds into him from above.

Shoto's moans turn into screams of pleasure and Katsuki has to kiss him breathless to keep their neighbors from knocking the walls.

"Gonna cum! Katsuki gonna c-cu-"

He swallows the moans, whines, whimpers; sweet like a treat.

"Me too! Fuck, baby so good... so fuck-"

His hand comes to stroke his boyfriend, pushing him over the edge and Katsuki follows immediately, spilling into the condom deep inside the burning heat.

The kiss isn't much a kiss anymore and much more lips pressed together as moans and groans are shared between them like air to breathe.

Then they stay still, chests rising together, lips and noses still sharing every gasp of air. Katsuki collapses into his boyfriend, not pulling out yet. His face is smushed in Shoto's sweaty neck but he couldn't care less.

Soon their breaths even out and Shoto draws little patterns into his back, he could stay like this for the rest of the night. But sadly reality doesn't wait and he feels himself getting soft inside his boyfriend.

With one hand he lifts himself up, hovering once more over Shoto.

"This will feel a but weird, sweetheart. I'm gonna pull out slowly."

Shoto does hiss at the overstimulation but relaxes again as soon as Katsuki is done. He gets up to tie the condom and throw it away before sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling his boyfriend close, stroking his hair with his clean hand and kissing his face until he is completely here again.

Blue and grey eyes watch him with so much love, he can feel his heart squeeze in his chest.

"If it's okay I'm gonna go and get a wet towel and put the candles out, alright baby?" The last thing he wants is to leave him alone after doing something so emotionally and physically draining.

But Shoto seems to be okay with it after considering the pros and cons of the house catching on fire.

"Be quick, please."

"Of course," he promises with a last kiss to his forehead.

It only takes a few minutes until he is back with a warm towel, water and one fire hazard less around the house. Also a little treat for Shoto, some sweets.

"Here, lemme clean you up a bit before you drink something."

Shoto turns on his back, tracing his fingers along his arm as he cleans him. First his stomach and then between his legs. He looks one more time for any damage that could have occurred but he is just a little red and puffy, it will be fine again tomorrow.

After cleaning himself too he just throws the towel on the ground, a problem for tomorrow's Katsuki.

"You want your glasses?" He asks as he pulls Shoto up a bit to drink something. That man is completely boneless.

His boyfriend only shakes his head though and after drinking something and having a sweet treat they both settle under the blankets to go to sleep.

They are facing each other again, naked, only the moonlight witnessing their moment. There is not much energy left for them to talk about lot so they just share small, lazy  kisses before drifting into a peaceful sleep.

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He opens his eyes to golden light streaming through the curtains once again, this time he is the one sleeping on his boyfriends chest.

When he fully wakes up he lifts his head to look down at the beautiful man beneath. He presses a soft kiss against his chest just to feel a warm hands run up his side.

"Did I wake you, love?"

He asks while scooting up a bit to be face to face.

"No, I was awake already." Katsuki's morning voice does things to him. "Are you hurting anywhere?"

Moving his hips side to side he tests for any aching but there is nothing, maybe a slight tenderness but that's it.

"No, you prepped me more than enough I believe." That could be an understatement with the amount of time Katsuki spent between his legs, face buried in his ass. 

He tells him as much.

"Guilty. Will do it again."

"Yeah you already said that."

"I can do it now if you want..."

His ass can't be that addicting, right? 

The answer honestly doesn't matter, he has more important plans now.

Like learning how to sit on your partner's face.

Chapter Text

Katsuki has been more grumpy than usual today. He's sitting at his laptop on the ground in the living room just hammering on the keys and grumbling silently. Sadly Shoto can't really help him with the issue he is currently trying to figure out.

It's been about three months since Katsuki told him about the big performance they were invited to, three months since that wonderful date night at home. Turns out, that performance takes place at a three day long festival, no where else than Berlin, Germany. It's a medium sized festival for undiscovered bands and rock and metal lovers who go there for a lesser price. It's a great opportunity fir both the bands to get out there and the visitors to find something new for an affordable price. 

But not only does Katsuki not know how he is supposed to get all of the members over there without the "idiots" as he likes to call them going crazy, but surprisingly also his mother, who Shoto hasn't met yet, insisted on going with them. 

The next problem is the unusually long time they get to perform. Two hours, which Shoto has been told is almost twice as long as bands normally play and four times as long as the band plays at their small gigs, and Katsuki just won't perform song covers for that long. He messaged them to let them know they will play more than just one of their own songs and balance it out with a couple covers sprinkled in. Of course that's the tame version here, but Katsuki basically told them to fuck off if they don't let them have free reign. 

Which, surprisingly seemed to work because not even a few days later they got the okay to do as they want, in exchange they were swapped to play at night which isn't too bad, Katsuki says. He put a setlist together of all the songs they are gonna do.

It's December now, one week before Christmas, and the festival is scheduled for Juli next year, so still about seven months to go but he knows that his boyfriend just wants to get everything right. He would deny it, but Shoto knows that Katsuki is nervous. This is their chance to maybe get out there.

Oh! And there is something else, something that's making Shoto a bit nervous too. He will perform as well. Not as a musician but as a dancer. Don't ask how he made that decision, the important thing is he will perform during one or two of Katsuki's solos. The festival is estimated to have around 20.000 visitors... this is a lot. Well, not overwhelmingly much but still a lot more people than Shoto has ever performed for.

"It's just... I don't know how to plan for this. I've been thinking and shifting certain ideas but I can't fucking get it right."

Oh, this is probably about the setlist and having Kiri switch to the drums for certain songs because Katsuki will have to do a few solos so that Jiro can have breaks too. He watches as his boyfriend falls back on the floor to lie on his back and dramatically sigh. Well, he definitely has the dramatic energy to be a performer.

Shoto sits on the couch with his knees pulled close and a hot chocolate in his hands, it has been getting very cold, maybe they will get some snow as a Christmas surprise.

"Maybe take a break for tonight, love. C'mere I'm cold," he pouts, hoping to get Katsuki to finally rest tonight and get back to it tomorrow with a fresh mind.

Katsuki turns his head to the side to look at him and seems to decide that he is right, because he gets up to close his laptop and put it away.

"You want me to warm you up, sweetheart?" He smirks at him as he comes closer. 

Oh nope, he won't have that tonight.

"With cuddles, yes. I swear if we fuck just one more time for the next century my dick will fall of, Katsuki." 

He groans and lets his head fall on his boyfriend's shoulder. Now he finally understands what they say about the honeymoon phase, they haven't stopped jumping each other since the day they had their first time. Who is he kidding, they did since the day they met to be honest, they couldn't keep their hands to themselves from the very beginning even though these were very innocent touches.

Katsuki just laughs next to him before pulling his legs over his thighs to massage  the muscles in his calves, he does that a lot especially after Shoto comes back from dancing.

"Yeah me too." Katsuki snorts.

Shoto watches him from the side with a soft smile, he can't seem to stop doing that around him.

"You can have a kiss though," he offers as a thank you for the massage. Always giving and receiving.

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"Did you ask my son in law already if he wants to come over for Christmas, brat?"

Katsuki is currently on the phone with his mom while Shoto is out with Zuku and Mina to do some last minute shopping, he mentioned he needs a gift for his mom. Sadly his boyfriend can't spend Christmas with his family, Rei being not allowed to leave the hospital since her asshole of a husband has full control over that and him not really having a relationship with his siblings.

"Son in what?! He's not your son in law, hag!" Yet. Someday he will be.

"Yet." 

Oh that woman! He decides to ignore it and go back to the original question.

"He can't celebrate with his family so, I guess I can ask him. He will probably say yes. And don't pretend you asked me to invite him already, I'm hearing from you for the first time about it now!"

His mother definitely notices his switch in topics but decides to not comment on it. Instead she is rather confused.

"What do you mean? Why can't he celebrate with his family? What about his mom?" She sounds worried for someone she doesn't know, his mom is definitely someone with a soft spot well hidden beneath the layers of grumpiness. Much like it's the case with himself honestly.

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose where a frown wrinkles the skin. "That's not my place to tell you, mom."

"Is she dead?"

"What? No! Why is it so important?"

"Do you really expect me, a mother of a little stinkbug myself, to just let someone's child celebrate the holidays without their mother? Katsuki, I won't run around and gossip about her, I just would like to know if there isn't anything your dad and I can do."

He thinks about it. She isn't wrong and he knows she isn't someone to run her mouth to get a rise out if it. What if he doesn't give her the details?

"I don't know, mom, I don't want to talk behind Shoto's back."

His mom hums through the phone, he can hear her typing.

"Is she still in the mental hospital?" 

His eyes widen. Did she just look the case up? Well, it's official information in the end but still...

"Don't just search it up, hag! There will be a lot of lies and false information. Yes, she is still there."

"Good, I can stop researching then. And no I won't make any assumptions here, don't worry. Not my place to judge." That's what he said too, good thing they have an understanding here.

"Right. Shoto has forgiven her and she is a very important person in his life."

"I thought so. You go ask him and let me know his answer. I'm gonna go make some calls and preparations. We love you, stay out of trouble."

"Wait! What calls and- " she hangs up, "... preparations." He sighs, that woman is planning something. Hopefully nothing too bad...

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That evening Shoto comes home with a red nose and little snowflakes in his hair, like an ice prince.

Katsuki asks him if he wants to visit his family and also tells him about the conversation he had with his mom. Shoto doesn't seem to be mad that she searched the infos up, they are public after all and he would honestly look someone he doesn't know up too, and when Katsuki tells him the reason his mom wanted to know where Shoto's mother is in the first place he appreciates it. A mothers love and all that.

Shoto agrees to visit on Christmas day and Katsuki can confidently say he is just a little nervous. 

Have you met his mom?

Over the next few days Katsuki is a lot on the phone with his mother and Shoto guesses it's because of the upcoming holiday. He asked his own mom if he can visit on Christmas Day or the day after but she just gave him a huge smile and said he should enjoy the holidays with Katsuki's family and that they can meet after again.

She seemed very happy and said she wouldn't be alone. It took a lot of convincing on her side to get him to do what she said and he has a weird feeling that she has other plans. But that's of course her decision, he will gladly visit her when she wants.

And soon it's December 24th, Christmas Eve. Today they will go over to the Bakugou's and stay for the night.

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It's way too cold to use the bike, he really doesn't want Shoto to freeze his ass off behind him so they use public transportation to get to his parents house. It's only about a 20 minute ride and a 5 minute walk so it's nothing too bad, he still thinks his old man could have picked them up though.

Well, like this he can at least show Shoto his childhood neighborhood. 

His mom and him always had a rather loud and tense relationship with each other, it's not like they didn't have love for the other, it was just that they easily piss each other off. There was lots of yelling, especially when his puberty hit. They decided it would be best for him if he moved out at 18, they insisted on paying for his apartment and also other expenses, it's not like they have no money after all. Helping him have a comfortable lifestyle is easy for them.

Everything calmed down after and he even looks forward to visiting home from time to time. Like he said, there was always love in the house but maybe it was a little too much sometimes. Too many emotions clashing.

What he knows for sure though is that his mother will love his boyfriend. He did warn Shoto that she can be a bit much.

They are currently walking down the road, Katsuki carrying their luggage because of course Shoto won't have to carry anything around him, not under his watch. Shoto is all bundles up next to him like a walking snowman. There is a layer of snow on the ground and it is supposed to become a lot more in a few hours and over night, they brought gloves with them just in case.

His boyfriend comes closer to lean into his side as they walk and he lets go of his hand to wind his arm about his waist.

"You alright?" He just wants to make sure.

"Yeah just... maybe a bit nervous, is all," he confesses. Katsuki pulls him a bit closer.

"Don't be, since the day I told her about us the hag has been biting my ear off to finally meet you, she'll love you. And dad too. Don't worry, sweetheart." He kisses the top of his head over the hat and hopes that will calm him down a little. They are already at the end of the driveway.

He should have known that his mom would sit next to the window and wait for them because the door opens even before they could step up to it and his mom's face pokes out.

"Boys! Come in, it's cold as fuck outside." She ushers them in and the warmth of the house immediately makes him relax.

"Oh, Shoto look at what a beautiful boy you are! We have been dying to meet you. I'm Mitsuki and my husbands name is Masaru, he is currently in the kitchen. We hope our son hasn't been too much trouble, he can be a dumbass sometimes." Katsuki grumbles at that but chooses to tather watch the two interact.

"No not at all. Nice to meet you, Mitsuki-san," Shoto answers her with a polite bow.

"Oh, nono nothing of that polite crap, dear. Please just call me Mitsuki."

Katsuki stands behind them, completely forgotten. He watches as Shoto relaxes a bit at his mothers cheerful but welcoming personality. But still...

"What the fuck, hag. I'm your son and you were never as happy to see me!" He can't believe this woman.

"I already know you, brat. Go greet your dad." She dismisses him but not before laying a calm hand on his shoulder. Her way of saying sorry or letting him know everything is alright before she gently takes Shoto by the hand and takes him to the living room.

He looks after them, catching Shoto's eyes to see if he is okay with that and gets an assuring nod and a smile from him before he vanishes around the corner.

Well, looks like they will have some alone time now. He can go look for his dad then. 

The old man is in the kitchen because of course he is. Masaru Bakugou is not only the owner of a fashion line along with his wife, he is also the designated cook of the Bakugou household. Katsuki learned from the best since he was able to hold a spoon on his own.

"Hey dad," he greets him as he walks into the room.

"Ah, Katsuki. Good to see you, son. I take it Mitsuki stole your boyfriend away already?"

He goes to look into the pots and pans on the stove and of course his old man did it once again. The food smells devine and he knows there is more in the fridge and the oven.

"Of fucking course," he sighs before going to wash his hands and help him a bit.

"You know she doesn't mean any harm, son. When she learned about what happened to him, and no, I'm not only talking about his childhood but also the incident a few months ago, she told me she wanted to do nothing more but make him feel loved. You know how strong her feelings can be." He pauses for a few seconds to let him process the words while he cuts some vegetables. Yes, he should know that better than anyone else.

"And as a dad myself I can confidently say I feel the same way. You know, the case a few months back was a huge one. The son of a well known race car driver beating up another student in an alley after a car chase, that was all over the news, a big deal."

Yeah, he knows that too. Has seen it and kept it away from Shoto as best as he could. Footage of the alley, of the chase, Shoto's face, bloody or sometimes when he was lucky just a normal shot. 

Of course his boyfriend isn't dumb and noticed what he was doing but also never searched the internet for the news. 

"When your mom and I saw the footage, the recordings and when he was carried away, she was livid. Me too. At the time we didn't even know who he was and still it touched us. And then of course his past..."

"Don't baby him please, it would make him feel worse and he is really fucking strong."

His father looks at him. "I know, son." Maybe Katsuki is a bit like that too, so figures his parents know how he might feel.

"Do you know Enji Todoroki?" He asks after thinking about his fathers words for a while.

"Not really, he buys suits from us sometimes but that's it."

"Will you-" is that the right thing to ask?

"Keep selling to him? No. Especially not after what we did the last few days."

Right, he almost forgot about that. That will be something to look forward to.

"Darling, can you make us a hot chocolate, please? Extra marshmallows for Shoto." They hear his mom calling from the other room.

"Yes please," Shoto chimes in and they can hear them laughing softly.

Katsuki and his dad share a look. They seem to get along very well. His father shakes his head with a smile.

"Looks like you found yourself someone special, Mitsuki seems to like him."

He continues to cut the veggies, the corners of his mouth pulled into a soft smile of his own. 

Definitely someone special.

His dad brings the cups over to the living room and Katsuki listens while he too gets to meet Shoto now after his wife stole him from them. Shoto is his polite self again and gets once again told he can leave the honorifics away, they are all family.

When his dad enters the room again he just gives Katsuki an approving nod. He feels almost giddy.

"You know, your boyfriend should think about going a modeling path," is all he says and they continue to cook in silence while listening to their partners gossiping in the other room.

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It must be another hour before Shoto joins them in the kitchen, sitting down next to Katsuki at the small table his parents use as storage space most days.

"The hag kicked you out of the room?" He asks him before taking his hand on the table and squeezing it.

"No, your mom said she had to run some errands, she will be back soon. She told me to tell you two she got the 'okay' or something, I'm not sure what she meant with that."

Shoto tilts his head confused but seems to be losing interest because he just puts his head on Katsuki's shoulder after.

"Ah yes, thank you, Shoto. I know what she meant, don't worry," his dad assures him and that gets Shoto to completely forget about it.

Katsuki looks at him a bit closer, only now noticing that something changed.

"You have a new sweater." That's it.

Shoto sits up again and looks down like he forgot he indeed is wearing something different.

"Oh! Yes, your mom made it, I think you have one too. It's very comfy." He goes on to ramble about how it was made, no doubt reciting everything his mom told him about it.

Katsuki watches him while his heart squeezes in his chest at how cute his boyfriend is. He knows for a fact that the last time Shoto celebrated Christmas like this was when he was still a child.

"Hey, old man. Can we get a bit of space to work on the counter? Shou and I are gonna make cookies."

Shoto's eyes light up at the mention of baking with him. It's decided then.

"Sure, I have some things to do around the house anyway. I'm gonna leave you two alone for a bit. Please look after the pots from time to time, son."

Thank the gods for his father's ability to read the room. "Thanks dad. I will, just shout if you need help with something."

He takes out the ingredients for some butter cookies, some Christmas themed cookie cutters and makes space for them to work comfortably together. Shoto puts on an apron to protect his new sweater and washes his hands in the sink before coming over to him. 

Shoto has never baked cookies, only a cake together with him so he lets him do the mixing and helps where it's needed while giving instructions. 

You know these cheesy romance movies where one person cooks or bakes while the other is pressed up against their back, guiding their hands or wiping flour in their face? Yeah this is exactly that. 

His boyfriend sneaks little bites of the dough because "Katsuki it tastes so good" but "no, it'll make you sick if you eat too much," and Katsuki wipes a finger of flour across his cheek every time he catches him doing it anyway.

"It's really good though," Shoto sulks in his arms and turns his head to the side to scowl at him. He takes his chin with one hand to hold him still, stealing a sweet kiss from him. He pulls away and nods approvingly.

"It is. Still no, stop it. You really want to spend Christmas with a tummy ache?"

Shoto grumbles but does listen to him, looks like the possibility of an upset stomach is not worth it after all. 

They spend the time while they bake with light conversation or just swaying slowly to the corny Christmas songs on the radio in the kitchen.

They decorate the cookies after, or rather Shoto does while Katsuki is glued to his back, kissing his nape from time to time or just watching him. 

Soon he can hear the front door opening, his mom is back.

Well, showtime. 

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Shoto loves Katsuki's family. Mitsuki is a bit loud and can be a bit much, but it's nothing he can't handle. She is still a very lovely person. He hasn't had the opportunity to talk a lot with Masaru but he seems to be a very sweet husband and father to his family.

Maybe it's ungrateful to say this but he is happy to feel the love of a family on Christmas for once, even if it's not his own.

He sighs as Katsuki presses another soft kiss into his nape after carefully pushing his hair to the side. Warmth against his back and delicious smelling cookies he made himself in front of him, this feels heavenly.

Soon he hears the front door open, Katsuki's mom must be back. He looks to the side where a window points towards what must be the backyard, it's already dark outside. Time flies incredibly fast, they have been here for at least two or three hours already.

"Shoto?"

He stiffens. Was that? No, impossible.

He feels Katsuki detach from his back. It makes him turn around to look if Katsuki heard that too but he sees his boyfriend is already looking at him. Katsuki reaches to pull the apron off of him and pushes him carefully towards the door.

"Go." He nods reassuringly.

What is going on? He is so confused, eyes wide as he walks slowly into the living room and out into the hallway from where she called him. He sees Mitsuki and Masaru standing there, both with that same reassuring smile on their faces, just like Katsuki.

But beside them. There she is.

The last time he saw her outside of a hospital room was when he was five years old. Her pale skin glows in the warm light of the welcoming house.

He stands there frozen in place, his hand tightly squeezing his fingers in front of his chest to be sure he isn't just dreaming. This can't be possible, right?

"Hey baby," she opens her arms for him.

That's what does it. He hurries forward into her arms, squeezing her as tight as he dares to and sobs into her shoulder.

"Mommy..." he whimpers.

Never, not ever did he think he would see her in the outside world again. Not so soon anyway. His father made it clear that he wouldn't allow it. That he would keep her locked away.

"Oh gods..." he hears Mitsuki whisper behind them while sniffling, Masaru is calming her.

"My baby. I'm so happy to see you." She hugs him tight while whispering the words for him to hear.

He can't let go, the tears are still running. How is this possible?

The Bakugou's have gathered behind them, parents wiping their tears silently while holding onto their own son. They watch the Todoroki's until Shoto's tears slow down and his sobs turn into sniffles.

When he pulls back he looks at her again to make sure it's really her.

"Mom," his voice is so small, too small for his grown body. "How?" He isn't sure what to ask exactly. How did she get here? Why did they let her go? Does father know?

Rei lifts her delicate hands up to his face, wiping his tears away with her thumbs. She looks over his shoulder to someone behind him.

He turns around to see his boyfriend and his parents watching them.

"Mitsuki-san has connections, sweetie. I'm not sure how or what she did exactly, but Enji's power of attorney over my stay at the hospital is invalid."

Mitsuki steps forward.

"Please Rei, just Mitsuki. And let's just say, we have some interesting people that we are working with that are more than happy to help a girl out."

Shoto can just stand there with red eyes and his mouth hanging open in disbelief at the entire situation.

"But we only had a week to prepare, it's not completely done yet and we also don't have a place to stay for you mom yet, Shoto. We will work on that too, I promise. Until then Rei is absolutely welcome to live in our guest house in the garden, unfortunately that means you and the brat have to share his old room." 

He looks between all of them. His mom smiling up at him, Katsuki and Masaru stand reassuringly in the back and watch the interaction, Mitsuki is so gentle, completely opposite to her earlier bubbly personality.

One step. Another. She opens her arms for him and he hugs her too, just as tight as his own mom. Who is this woman? Why did she help even though they only know each other for a few hours. Katsuki learned it from her, didn't he? Being such a kind soul.

"Thank you." He whispers.

"Of course, dear." She too is smaller than him but a bit taller then his mom and also not fragile at all.

"How can I ever-"

"No. No Shoto, nothing like that. You are a child, doesn't matter how old you are. You aren't supposed to fix it, this is a parents job, dear."

She pulls away and holds the sides of his arms, looking him in the eyes.

"Okay?"

He nods with fresh tears in his eyes, another sob about to break out of his throat.

"Okay. Now we can all celebrate together. Katsuki or no, Masaru, go get us something to drink. Wine for the ladies! Rei dear, we go into the living room."

His mom smiles so bright at them as Mitsuki guides her away. 

"I'll get the drinks, son." Masaru pats Katsuki's shoulder and vanishes too. The last few seconds were just a blur and suddenly Shoto finds himself held against a strong chest.

"Hey, sweetheart. I hope that wasn't too much." Katsuki holds him so secure but still careful as if he were something precious. He twists his fingers into the fabric of his shirt.

"No, I just... I haven't.. I-"

"It's okay. Just stay like that for a moment."

They sway in place to no melody as if the imaginary wind was moving them along. He takes a few deep breaths, recounting the events of the last few minutes in his head once more. Their parents probably left them alone so that Shoto can collect himself.

"I was a kid when I saw her outside the last time," he whispers and hopes Katsuki will understand why he is feeling so overwhelmed right now.

A few minutes longer and he will be okay again, he is overwhelmed yes, but in a pleasant mix of surprise and joy. It's not like he never planned on getting her out of there, he just had to get money to do it. It would have taken a few years, sure, but he would have done it. Maybe would have asked his siblings too? He is just 21, barely an adult at this point, Mitsuki was absolutely right.

"Did you know?" 

"I did. Mom and I planned this right after she looked your mom up on the internet a week ago."

He pulls away to look up at him. This family really is something special, aren't they?

He tilts his head up to give him a kiss, how could he not?

"Thank you. All of you."

Katsuki pulls him close again.

They aren't aware of the two women quickly turning away to not stare at them in that vulnerable moment after they wanted to come and look for them, instead they walk the opposite direction towards the kitchen.

"You walked in on them?" Masaru asks while carefully putting the cookies Shoto made away as they come in the room.

"You sound like you're talking from experience, darling."

"Yeah, I let them bake cookies earlier," he grimaces. 

"Young love," Rei giggles. "I bet you were like that too Mitsuki-san."

"Rei, just Mitsuki. And yes, weren't we, darling?" She smiles at her husband.

"Indeed. Our parents had to be careful before walking inside the rooms too."

They hear Katsuki snort at something that Shoto said. It makes them relax to hear that he seems to be doing okay again.

"Masaru."

"Hm?"

"Just to make sure... get the white noise machine in our bedroom tonight, darling. You never know with these brats."

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He sits right next to his mom for the rest of the evening. Mitsuki made sweaters for all of them. His mom and him have almost matching dark blue ones and for Katsuki she made one in a warm brown tone.

The food is delicious, the atmosphere is light and warm.

Mitsuki and his mom tell stories about their sons' childhood years. Apparently, until he was seven years old Katsuki wasn't able to say the letter "s" in any word, replacing it instead with the letter "f" and confusing his teachers. Shoto was a kid that ate everything. Sand, soap, raw onion, Rei caught him munching on, luckily clean, toilet paper once.

Their mothers seem to get along maybe a bit too well, especially after Mitsuki is a little tipsy from the wine, Rei not drinking any alcohol since she takes medication.

Shoto too is on his third glass for the night and feels warm and tingly.

They sit around the table for many hours until well after midnight. Exchanging gifts, playing board games, the older ones teasing the kids. The interactions between Katsuki and his mother are hilarious. It's wonderful.

All too soon Mitsuki calls it a night and brings Rei over to the guest house where the heater has been warming it up all day. His mom gives him a kiss goodnight on the forehead, patting Katsuki head too and follows Mitsuki to her temporary home.

They say goodnight to Masaru and go up the stairs to Katsuki's old room. Its full of super hero posters and figurines, most of them from comics and manga Shoto has read himself. He didn't know Katsuki was a closeted nerd.

He gives him a look but before he can say anything-

"Shut it, princess."

Oops. He pretend zips his mouth.

"Good boy." Katsuki grins at him before leading the way to the bathroom so they can get ready.

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He can't help it, he really can't.

How is he supposed to keep his hands away from this super fucking hot man?

The wine, the overall happiness he got to feel today, the love. It all clashes inside of him and he needs to get it out, give the love to someone else, share. And Katsuki doesn't seem to have any complaints about being pinned to the bed beneath him while being kissed breathless until his head spins.

Katsuki Katsuki Katsuki everything is just him.

His boyfriend breaks the kiss to gasp for air.

"Shou fuck- we need to be quiet okay? My parents are right beside us and I really don't want them to hear us," he whispers against Shoto's spit slick lips.

He nods before diving back down to bite and suck his boyfriend's neck. The kisses move lower until he can push his face into Katsuki's naked chest. Tits were never really something he got crazy about but Katsuki's... that's another story.

His teeth carefully bite at the metal peeking out of his nipples, he grins when Katsuki slaps a hand over his own mouth to stop the moan from slipping out. What a shame.

He sucks, licks, bites until both of his boyfriend's nipples are puffy and red like cherries, only then does he pull away to look down at his handsome man.

Katsuki is breathing heavily from having his chest played with, one of his most sensitive areas on his body, and looks up at him, waiting for what's next. He really wanted to try something for a long time, maybe Katsuki is on board with that.

He tells him as much, whispers while running his hands down the spread thighs on his sides.

"What is it?" 

"I want to feel what it's like to be inside you. Only if you want of course, I'll gladly let you fuck me too, love." He has been wondering what it would feel like, what gets his boyfriend so worked up sometimes that he begs to be allowed to move.

"Fuck yes, princess! How do ya want me?" Katsuki seems excited to do this with him even though he knows that his boyfriend prefers topping most of the time. They did talk about it.

"Um, I don't really know. What do you want?" He hasn't done this before, this is difficult.

"Well, depends. Do you want to be in charge tonight or do you want me to be the one to take care of you, sweetheart?"

Oh! He forgot that this was a possibility too. To be honest, he does want to be taken care of, today has been a roller coaster of emotions and events and Katsuki never fails in making him all relaxed and pliant. Sometimes he can be mean about it but Shoto  can't say he doesn't love it.

"Please take care of me?"

Katsuki grins like he knew that would be his answer, that's probably also the reason he asked in the first place.

"Alright."

He switches their positions so he is now on top of him before leaning down and giving him a sweet kiss on the forehead. Katsuki gets up then to get lube out of their bag.

"Did you plan this?"

"Shoto, we have been fucking non stop for months, of course I come prepared. I'm definitely not gonna ask my parents for lube, nope." He grimaces as he straddles his lower half again. True. Bless him for being the smart one in the relationship.

Katsuki gets his fingers wet before he leans down again to kiss him while reaching back to finger himself open. 

He pulls him closer and reaches around him to feel the way his boyfriend's rim stretches beautifully around his thick fingers. One of his own dry fingers pushes in along Katsuki's slick ones, making him moan into his mouth.

He is warm and wet inside, Shoto can't wait to feel him around his cock.

When he's done, Katsuki pulls away and sits up completely. A gorgeous blush makes his cheeks glow in the light of the moon and he looks absolutely ethereal the way he is towering above him.

A hot hand wraps around his cock, slicking him up too and aligning him with Katsuki's pliant hole. His boyfriend looks down, asking silently to go further. He nods and that's when Katsuki starts slowly splitting himself open on him

Shoto's hands claw into the fat of Katsuki's thighs and he has to bite his teeth together to keep from screaming out in pleasure. It's so hot and tight, he totally gets it now.

Katsuki pants above him as he sinks lower until Shoto is fully inside.

"Fuck- you feel amazing, princess," he groans while moving his hips in torturously slow circles.

It feels so good, he can't help it, has to buck up into the heat but is quickly pinned down by Katsuki feet pressing down on his thighs.

"Nuh uh. I'm in charge tonight," Katsuki grins meanly and pulls off until only the tip is still inside him.

And oh, they haven't done this a lot. Most of the time it's Shoto who is in charge, it's just the way things developed for them and it makes the most sense when Katsuki's entire goal is to make Shoto feel good. But this, Shoto being forced to just completely let go and take it, this is exciting.

He nods again, lets him know he is okay with it. 

Katsuki squeezes around him, making him clench his teeth. He does this a few more times, grinding on the tip of his cock but never sinking lower. Gods, this man is the devil himself.

Broad hands hold his waist down and his feet pin his thighs too, he has no room to move. It's getting difficult to not moan loudly in a mix of intense pleasure and frustration.

Then suddenly and without a warning hips snap down fast and Shoto can't hold the surprised moan, bordering a scream. A hand immediately slaps over his mouth and he opens his eyes to a very smug looking Katsuki. His arms get pulled above his head and the second hand that's not currently keeping him quiet pins them there.

"Shh, princess. You gotta keep quiet or someone will hear us." He is out of breath but doesn't stop his thrusts once.

The bastard repeats that same move over and over, pulling out almost completely, fucking himself on his sensitive tip to then slam his hips down without a warning.

Shoto swears he can see stars.

The hand pulls away from time to time to let him breathe but clams over his mouth immediately before he repeats his murder moves. 

"Katsuki please-" he is sobbing now. So fucking close and his orgasm has been drawn out for what feels like hours now, always so close but never enough.

"You wanna cum, Shou?" He asks, playing dumb while once again just riding the head of his cock and stroking himself over his tummy lazily.

Yes yesyesy please- wanna cum..." 

Gods this feels amazing. He has done this to Katsuki before, had him begging to come. He can absolutely understand why.

Katsuki hums, pretending to think about it.

"Alright then. But you make me cum first, princess."

He sobs in relief when Katsuki lets go of his hands.

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He can't lie, when strong thighs and delicate hands suddenly push him to the side, effectively throwing him on his back, his eyes widen a bit in surprise.

Shoto is above him, panting with narrowed eyes and tear tracks on his face. His thighs get pushed up by those same hands and Shoto positions himself at his entrance again.

"Deal," he whispers before plunging inside again like a starving man.

His thrusts lack rhythm but that's to be expected when he has never done this before and with how much he worked him up.

Still, it feels amazing.

He holds his hands out to pull him close. Shoto goes immediately, moaning and whining in his mouth. His boyfriend is a pretty crier, especially when desperately trying to keep his promise.

"Touch me," he instructs him. He is close, very close and will burst the moment Shoto touches him.

He has to bite his boyfriend's shoulder to keep himself quiet while Shoto now chases his own release. After riding out his mindblowing orgasm the stimulation borders on becoming painful. With both of his hands he holds onto Shoto.

"So good for me, princess. Cum inside." The praise finally tips him over and he has to push his face into his neck to keep him quiet. 

Shoto is dead weight on top of him, but it's not like Katsuki would care about that. He feels him twitch inside and cum threatening to leak from his hole. It's been so long since he let anyone fuck him. He has a feeling that this won't become their go-to though.

Shoto sighs into his neck and soon emerges to look down at him. There is a satisfied and fucked out grin on his face.

"You are a mean tease, Kats," he pouts but not really. The fucker did enjoy it.

"Don't pretend you are innocent, sweetheart. You did this to me more than I can count on one hand."

He lifts his hands to emphasize his point, lifting an amused brow at Shoto. His boyfriend smiles cutely while drawing little shapes between the marks on his chest. His teeth show and the one dimple is visible.

"And I'll do it again."

"I'm counting on it. And what do you say, you gonna pound my ass now regularly?" 

Shoto thinks about it, doing this little thing where he tilts his head.

"Well, I did like it, it felt so good. But I think I prefer to be on the receiving end. We can do this from time to time though if you want."

He nods, just the answer he was expecting. 

Shoto twitches inside him again, oh right, they forgot this little detail. He hissed a little at the overstimulation when Shoto slowly pulls out, cum leaking out of him.

"Oh fuck, the sheets!" These are his moms sheets.

He quickly pushes the cum back inside while Shoto hurries to grab a shirt from the floor, falling from the bed in the process with a thump.

Katsuki has to bite back a mean laugh, wanting to check if he is alright first and also keep from more cum dripping out. Shoto doesn't emerge but a shirt flies up from the ground right at him.

"You alright?" He whisper yells while pushing it against his hole. Shoto must have heard the suppressed laughter in his voice because he flips him off from the ground. Looks like he's perfectly fine.

From then on everything is a blur of Shoto trying to find his glasses, Katsuki hobbling towards the bathroom, them stripping the bed because it is stained in cum and drool and overall just very unsexy things. Not everything can be magical, not even on Christmas Eve.

But Katsuki gets new sheets and soon Shoto is all cuddled up and rolled in like a burrito.

He takes the old sheets downstairs, trying to be as quiet as possible in the dark house. He has to go through the kitchen to get to the laundry room but is surprised by his father sitting at the small table him and Shoto sat at earlier.

They look at each other for what feels like an eternity. Katsuki on full display with only his boxer shorts on, hickeys all over his body and a birds nest on his head. They come to a mutual agreement to forget about this, no words needed. Luckily it wasn't his mom.

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The holidays are over but Shoto has never felt this fulfilled before. He met new people he counts as family and his only family he had for years is now finally able to live the life she deserves.

Mitsuki kept her promise and found an apartment close by for Rei to live in. The Bakugou's pay rent for the first few months but Rei soon found a job in the lovely café Katsuki and Shoto visited once after their party at the studio. The old lady was so happy to see them again. His mom has been okay for a long time but was never given the chance to live on her own, but now she is showing everyone that she is absolutely capable.

Katsuki introduced her to Izuku, remembering the conversation they had once about her drawing tattoo designs and she makes a little money on the side working for him sometimes.

Weeks go by, Shoto's birthday comes and goes. A wonderful evening spent with friends and family.

The trip to Europe comes closer and closer. Rei decided to go with them now too after hearing about it from Mitsuki. 

Of course she heard it from her, not only because their friendship has become a very strong one, but also because Mitsuki is the one designing the costume for Shoto when he will dance on stage. 

It was an interesting conversation and she immediately insisted on being the one to make it for him when she heard that he would be performing. He was a bit nervous to tell her what kind of dance he practices but he figured she would see it anyway when their moms came along. And surprisingly, she was even more excited after.

"Shoto! Darling, that's so exciting! Heels accentuate your legs beautifully, we will do very high stockings to help the effect. Masaru, what do you think?"

Katsuki's dad looked at him thoughtfully, scratching his chin. They have told him multiple times already that he was made for modeling.

"I think of a flowy fabric in the back, maybe cuts over the thighs? With fabric running between the legs for coverage and more room to move."

"Wonderful! And we make it a two-piece. Shoto, what do you think?"

He didn't have any idea of what they were talking about but he trusted them. His only wishes were for one, a mask to cover his face, his left side specifically. It's not like he is ashamed of it, especially since his mother will be there, but he just feels like it will spike his confidence to a high he hasn't had yet. Maybe also for the mystery factor, he hasn't been mysterious like... ever, a very open and recognizable person.

His second wish was hidden padding at the knees, he will be on them for a majority of the performance.

The results in the end were everything he was hoping for. The outfit is alluring but still classy enough to give that factor of mystery.

And sooner than any of them expected, it's finally July.

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"Okay but Shoubaby, this is so cute! Please, you gotta try this on!" Mina pushes the garments into his hands. They are currently shopping for festival outfits and Shoto has a hard time finding something he feels like he can wear in the burning sun while dancing in a crowd.

He takes the bottoms out of the pile, letting them dangle from his finger in front of her face.

"Mina, you do realize I have balls, right? This won't cover anything." He tugs at the thin strip that's supposed to hold his front together.

"Stop being a drama queen, babe. You tuck, don't you? See, problem solved."

He does, but only when he wears revealing or tight outfits during performances. He tells her as much.

"I don't think I can run around like that all day."

She sighs, already looking around for something new.

"Hmm, then what about a pretty top and shorts? Easy and comfy and you can style them with accessories."

In the end they decide on that, not only because it's the best they could find but also because they are running late. Katsuki and Ochako might make them a head shorter. Altogether he isn't mad about the outfits they picked out, he can definitely make them work.

They jog towards the dance center where they are scheduled for a last rehearsal before they have to get their flight the next morning. It's mostly for Katsuki and himself to have a fluid choreography when they are on stage and don't run into each other. Well, actually only for Shoto, but of course he has to work with Katsuki to involve him a little in the performance.

Ochako and his boyfriend are already in the room, she is currently showing him one last time how he can go with certain moves Shoto will dance on him.

"Look, Katsuki, it's easy. Shoto bends with his butt towards you, you thrust your hips forward, don't touch him though. Okay? You gotta get some tension in there."

Katsuki understands and nods for Ochako to continue. 

"Good. You know his choreo, just be careful you don't accidentally push him or something." Another nod.

They finally turn towards them, having noticed him and Mina gasping from their little run here. Luckily they just get scolded a little before they get started.

Shoto grabs his gloves, usually he doesn't use any but they use chains as their main props and it's just more comfortable like that.

"Don't forget to keep you legs apart," Ochako reminds Katsuki as Shoto winds the chains around him from between his legs during the routine.

Honestly he thinks Katsuki is doing a great job for not being an experienced dancer. He reacts to Shoto's moves whenever he has to and doesn't get in his way and when you consider that he additionally has to sing, he is doing very good.

Their performance ends with both of them on the floor, and when they are finished Mina cheers excitedly from her spot at the side of the room. It was her first time watching them.

"Shoubaby that was so hot! And Grumpy, I didn't know you could almost dance, what?! I should have recorded this," she pouts.

Shoto gets up from where he is straddling Katsuki and offers him a hand to pull him up too.

"Thanks Mina," he smiles at her.

"Yeah, fuck you, Mina," Katsuki flips her off. She just waves him off.

Ochako chuckles at the interaction. "You did great, boys. Katsuki, if you keep doing it just like you did today you guys will be perfectly fine and your performance will be amazing."

His thoughts exactly, everything will be fine.

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"Shoto! Babe, wake up!" 

Someone shakes his shoulder. Can't they see that he's sleeping? Rude.

"Shoto! Get your ass up, we overslept. The hag will be here any minute to pick us up!"

Oh, they just overslept. Five more minutes and he will- wait what? 

His eyes fly open and he sits upright in a second, disoriented. One glance at his phone shows it's 6am. They're supposed to be done and ready already.

"Oh shit!" 

He stumbles over his feet when they get caught in the blanket and hurries towards the bathroom. 

"Shit indeed. Here!" A pair of Katsuki's sweatpants and a hoodie get thrown right at his face before he can disappear behind the door.

"Thanks," he grumbles before entering the bathroom.

As soon as he's done he goes to kitchen, sliding on the tiles in his socks, and comes to a stop when Katsuki pushes an apple into his hand. 

"Here eat. Mom is already downstairs, so get your pretty ass moving baby," the words are emphasized with a slap on his behind.

He goes to put his shoes on, apple held between his teeth so he can use his hands and soon Katsuki joins him with the last of their luggage. Shoto opens the door for him, slapping Katsuki's butt in revenge for earlier.

"After you," he says with a shit-eating grin, pointing into the hallway.

Katsuki squints at him. "You will get that back ten times as hard."

"Hmm, looking forward to it," he smirks.

"Shoto, sometimes I hate you."

"Yeah, sure."

They continue to bicker on their way down. Being a couple for over a year does that to you he supposes.

Their moms are waiting for them in the car and he climbs in the backseat while Katsuki puts the luggage away in the trunk.

"Alright boys, you got everything?" Mitsuki asks.

They do, Katsuki made sure of it over and over again the last few days. The flight takes about 17 hours, so forgetting anything would be a catastrophe.

It's been barely 15 minutes since he woke up and he is still tired. He closes his eyes once more during their one hour drive towards the airport.

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"Mrs. B., looking gorgeous as always. How is the husband doing?"

He groans, it's too early for this.

"Thank you so much, Denki. Masaru is doing great, we are planning a spa vacation soon," she gushes.

"As you deserve," the idiot nods approvingly.

"Stop fucking hitting on my mom, dunce face!"

They join the rest of the group and he watches Shoto immediately plop into a seat with his hood over his face, completely unfazed by everything. Sometimes he wants that ability to ignore everything and just sleep everywhere too.

"Kacchan woke up on the wrong side of Shouchan, I see."

Denki spends the rest of the time in a headlock, Katsuki only shows sympathy when he gets tired of holding him. Their friends already know and love Rei, she is currently looking at photos of the girls' festival outfits. Shoto is snoring and drooling in his chair. Everything is alright.

The flight is long and uncomfortable but they still manage to get a few hours of sleep in. If he didn't look just as bad he would laugh at his friends for looking like they do right now. Hair a complete mess, bags under the eyes and their clothes are wrinkly from sitting so long.

"My butt hurts," someone whines. 

"I lost my earphones!" Another one.

It's currently 4pm in Germany and the sun is burning down on them. A bus is supposed to pick them up and get them to the festival grounds where they have three trailers to use for the next three days. The girls get one, him and Shoto another and the other three boys the last one.

Their mothers will join them on the third day for their performance, until then they live in a hotel and have a little girls trip, the loud festival nights not so much their preferred way to spend the time abroad.

They arrived a day earlier for sound check and to get a good sleep before staying up the following three days, because let's be honest, they won't sleep a lot. 

The camp grounds are huge for it being just a middle sized festival. When they arrive they can see a gigantic stage towering above everything else and– are those flames??

Huge fire pillars shoot out on stage while a handful of people, probably pyrotechnicians, watch and adjust the flame throwers.

He looks to his side, seeing his friends and Shoto watching them with huge eyes and their mouths open. Yeah, he heard that festival culture here is taken very seriously, and he can definitely see that. 

"Oh hello there, welcome." 

A man with broad shoulders, extremely long beard and his entire body covered in tattoos comes towards them."

"You are the band from Japan? Um, Ground Zero, right?" He asks with a very thick German accent. Well, he himself speaks English with a Japanese accent so he isn't in any place to judge.

"That's us!" Mina steps forward since she is their manager.

"Ah, I'm glad you could make it. I have been the organizer for this project for many years now, I'm glad we could get some talents from far away over here."

He introduces himself as Bart, a nickname he got from his friends due to his beard and everyone just stuck with that. He seems to be a bit older but a very friendly man that loves to talk. They started walking across the grounds towards their trailers.

"You, young man," he addresses him. "You remind me of a younger version of myself, the only difference is that I didn't have blond hair," he chuckles.

"Is that so," he smirks at him. 

"Ooh, and just as feisty too." Bart now fully belly laughs. "I tell you what, when you can beat me in a drinking match, I will get you and your band over here next year again."

He loves a challenge.

With a grin he stretches his hand out. "Deal, see you under the table, old man."

Bart shakes his hand, nodding approvingly at his tight grip. He heard that German beer is some of the best you can get so he is excited to try it anyway.

"Alright, here is where you can sleep, or well- try to. At seven you guys are due for sound check. Over there is the community tent for bands and staff to get water, coffee and snacks. There is also a backstage shower and toilet cabin for the artists." He points in the general direction of everything.

"You can find me over there," he points to another trailer, "or by the stage if there is a problem or something. See ya later." And he is gone. Quick old man.

As soon as he enters his and Shoto's space he sighs in relief, there is an AC running inside. The heat outside is torture and he already dreads the soundcheck, the stage will be boiling hot.

Shoto falls into the mattress with a satisfied groan.

"At least take you nasty travel clothes off," he scolds him.

"You just wanna see me naked," Shoto mumbles but pulls off his pants and hoodie.

"Yes. Your clothes are still dirty though."

His boyfriend just waves him off. Little fucker.

He looks around the small space. An outlet by the bed and another one by a small kitchen area. It's really just a bed that can hold the two of them comfortably at one end of the trailer, in the middle is a kitchen and on the other side the door. Small but okay for a short stay, and they will be out most of the time anyway.

Shoto gets up to pull one of his airier outfits out of the suitcase, changing in the small walking space in front of the bed. This man could not sleep for days while traveling on a plane and walking in burning sun but he would still look gorgeous like no other.

There is a mirror next to a makeshift closet on the opposite side of the kitchen where Shoto watches himself while pulling his now shoulder length hair up into a small bun against the heat.

He doesn't have a will of his own, his feet carry him forward, his hands grab without thinking and he steps behind him, kissing his free shoulder gently. His body is so used to this.

"You look beautiful." It just had to be said.

Shoto watches him through the mirror. It reminds him of that day in the school bathroom where he wiped hot coffee off of his back. He traces his fingers carefully over the spot. 

Maybe Shoto remembers too.

"Thank you, love," he whispers. "I love you." 

Looks like he does.

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They walk over to the stage hand in hand. He wears prescription sunglasses against the glaring but slowly sinking sun.

Tonight he probably won't have to do much during sound check, but he still wants to watch the others. Maybe also check out the stage to get a feeling for what it's like standing on it.

While the others do their thing he finds Bart and joins him at the side of the stage where they can sit in cool shadows.

"Hi, can I sit with you?" He asks when he gets closer.

"Of course, son." He pats the space on the floor beside him.

"Do you want a beer? It's cold and refreshing," Bart offers and points towards a box by his side.

"Oh, no thank you. I'm not really a fan of beer," he declines politely.

"I see. Then I have the right thing for you, wait a second..." He opens the cooler box and pulls out a glass bottle with the picture of a lemon on it.

"It's called Radler. We always joke around that this isn't real alcohol due to it's low percentage, and it's not bitter. You wanna try?"

He thinks about it. It's hot and he will have a lot to drink over the next few days anyway so he can take that refreshing drink now too. 

It's good. Not bitter and he can't taste any alcohol in it.

They watch the others for a while, currently they are performing "V.A.N." by Bad Omens and Poppy for an empty grass field besides a few workers. The barks and roars from Katsuki always send pleasant shivers down his spine.

"You aren't gonna rehearse tonight, son?" Bart asks him after a while.

"No, I'm just dancing during a few performances, there isn't a lot for me to practice."

"Ach, right. You guys brought a dancer with you. We don't have that a lot here, just about once every few years since the bands are mostly undiscovered. The people usually love it though."

"That's good to hear," he smiles.

"Hey Shou!" Katsuki calls him and he can proudly say he is just for a short second distracted by the shirtless and sweaty wet dream that is Katsuki Bakugou.

"What is it?"

"Let's do the routine once, you should get a feeling for it too." Of course his boyfriend would wanna check everything at least once.

He puts his beer not beer down. "Watch this for me?" He asks Bart who nods and puts it into the cooler again.

Since he isn't in heels he just goes barefoot. In front of him is a sea of grass that will tomorrow hold a sea of people instead, the size of a small town. He tries to keep his cool about that.

Imaginary chains pull him across the stage, his knees hurt since they are bare and the floor is hot. But dancing comes to him like breathing, it's easy and he forgets everything around him. 

The dance is spicy, of course it is, they perform at night for an adult audience to a song that's talking about fucking someone nasty and as if wanting to highlight that thought, his face gets pushed into Katsuki's crotch.

The routine stretches over two songs and at the end he is sweating rivers and gasping for air as he stumbkes back to his seat where Bart is already holding his much needed beer out for him. He gulps down the ice cold drink, feeling slightly better immediately.

"Good thing you are performing at night, son. That looks like a lot of work," Bart notes, talking about the heat beating down on them.

"Mhm," he hums, still panting.

"But from what I saw, I'm sure the people will like it. You are really good at this," he adds. 

"Thanks, Bart." He appreciates it.

"And your two singers are both amazing too. That young man can switch from a high whistle tone to a deep growl in seconds, which is impressive. I haven't seen that in a while."

He looks at them, Jiro singing with Katsuki backing her up on the drums. Kiri and Denki are fooling around while still playing professionally and Hanta just doing his thing. 

"Yeah, they are great," he agrees.

That night he sleeps soundly in Katsuki's arms, no dreams, just asleep as soon as his head hits the pillows. What an eventful day.

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The next morning he wakes up to rain pounding on top of the trailer. He can also hear people outside, the first visitors must have arrived.

His phone tells him its almost 8am so they luckily got a decent amount of sleep. Katsuki is still snoring quietly behind him. The arm across his hip pulls him closer, Katsuki does that a lot in his sleep.

He spends the next few minutes texting his mom, reading about her exciting evening she spent in a bar with Mitsuki. They seemed to have had a lot of fun, he is so happy for her.

The rain is still going strong but a glance at the weather app tells him it will stop soon and then come and go over the day, it'll still be hot and humid.

The arm pulls him closer again and his ass is pushed snuggly against Katsuki's  hard dick, he must have had a pleasant dream. Skin to skin, no clothes because of yesterday's unbearable heat. He hums pleased, when it slips between his cheeks.

"Morning, love," he whispers as soft lips kiss down his shoulders and nape. "Got a surprise for me?"

Katsuki nods into his neck. "Can I?"

"Go ahead."

It's slow and quiet, small kisses being shared over his shoulder until they both come from the lazy thrust alone. He loves this, especially in the mornings.

Katsuki caresses him carefully after and they just stay like that for a while. He is soft inside of him but Katsuki does fill him pleasantly even just like that. He turns his head for kisses or traces his tattoos, it's wonderful.

The next few days will be spent like that too, he knows that already. Dancing, singing, fucking, drinking... He looks forward to it.

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It's hot even though its raining but the people seem to not be bothered by it the slightest bit. There is mud everywhere and he is glad he is wearing boots, unlike Katsuki who is just in sweatpants, nothing else , not even shoes.

It's the early afternoon, a band is playing on the big stage and a lot of people are already drunk. Some are even playing in the mud and to no one's surprise, their friends are among them.

Someone is sliding across the slippery pit on their stomach and he grimaces. 

"Doesn't that hurt?" He asks his boyfriend who is watching with an amused grin.

"Probably."

"Kacchan, Shouchan, here. You are way too sober." Denki approaches them with drinks in his hand, stumbling on his feet already.

"Hey, Katsuki! Come here, join us," Kirishima shouts from the middle of the pit where he is wrestling some random bulky looking men in the dirt.

Katsuki looks at him as if he had to ask for permission. What a dork. Shoto just takes a sip of his drink, gesturing for him to go ahead.

"As long as you shower before coming into the bed," he laughs at his boyfriends childish enthusiasm.

"Fuck yeah!"

He watches Katsuki run straight into the knot of people, having the time of his life in a pit of dirt. Luckily they brought a bunch of fresh clothes. And it doesn't take long until he too gets pulled into the pit by a group of women, Mina alongside them.

Unlike the guys wrestling next to them they dance in the mud to the band playing on stage, keeping their clothes a lot cleaner. Until he gets hugged from behind by mudman himself.

"Now you are my mudprince," Katsuki mumbles into his ear.

"Just a prince? How about you make me your king, love." He tilts his head to the side to give him better access to his neck.

"Is that a proposal?"

"Might be."

Katsuki hums, turning him around fully to kiss him properly, it's easy to forget they are not alone.

"Soon," he promises. 

Shoto nods against his lips. He knows.

Their moments gets interrupted by someone pulling Katsuki back into the crowd where a mosh pit is forming. Shoto blows him a kiss, watching with a slightly pained grimace as everyone jumps together and Katsuki vanishes in the ball of people, deciding that this is not for him, nope. Instead he gets Mina to go with him and bring his boots into the trailer. 

He drinks and dances for what feels like hours, Katsuki with him. The songs they know they sing along to and Shoto can feel his voice vanishing. Katsuki and Jiro of course don't sing with them, that would be dumb.

Soon it gets dark again and the rain has stopped hours ago. 

They are drunk, all of them. 

He cheers as the flames light the stage up once again, Katsuki lifts him up on his shoulders so he can see better. And it's not just the pillars, there is fireworks over the stage too.

The band is great too, all of the ones he saw today were amazing. Not as good as his friends though, but he is biased here.

At around 2am they stumble towards the showers after getting supplies from their trailer. Bare with them, they had a long travel to get here so they can rest for tonight.

But as soon as they close the doors behind them, he understands why they wouldn't get any sleep here. 

He rides Katsuki all night, having him beg for release so sweetly. Please Shou. Plea-ahh please, baby. Lemme cum. M' good. Prom's- I'm good... 

Katsuki always calls him a pretty crier, but he would like to note just how pretty Katsuki himself is like that. He squeezed him completely dry before they fell into the sheets without bothering to clean themselves up again.

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The second day isn't much different than the first, minus the rain. Instead there are garden hoses and sprinklers everywhere to help against the heat.

Today he also left his boots behind and walks around barefoot like everyone else.

He started the day with a delicious breakfast in the community space with the staff and crew, the bread was amazing. Soon they went on the main grounds in front of the stage again where Bart and Katsuki have their drink-off, which Katsuki does win.

"Told ya, old man!" He raises his fist in victory.

Bart pats him hard on the back. "Well done, son. See ya next year again," he hiccups.

"Heck yeah," Katsuki grins.

Shoto can see that he is really excited about this, not necessarily about winning the game, but maybe getting another opportunity to come here. Being here today already means so much to his boyfriend.

"And you better bring your boyfriend back as your fiance, kid. Or even better, husband. Life is too short to wait for something like this." Bart mumbles to himself, he definitely drank a lot already.

Fiancé. Husband. He likes the sound of these. After all he has been thinking about it a lot too lately, has even-

"Of course, I would be an idiot to let him wait," Katsuki agrees. 

He watches the two men nod at each other solemnly, it's the funniest thing he has ever seen. Katsuki had a lot to drink too already and it's just past noon. 

Looks like he has to keep up.

And keeping up he does, a group of middle aged ladies picks him up to join them under one of the sprinklers where they share some sweet wine with him. Somehow women seem to like having him around, he isn't sure why but certainly has no complaints. They are always so sweet to him.

He kissed his boyfriend goodbye to go with them and they have a beautiful time together, especially after Mina and Jiro join them. They have a picnic on the dry parts of the field with fresh fruits and other nice treats.

Since day one he has met a lot of strangers here, couldn't remember even one of their names, but he still had a wonderful time. They always treat him like he is a long time friend even though he is a stranger, he loves it.

Towards the evening he goes to search for Katsuki again and finds him chugging beer from a huge tankard that seems to belong to a very viking looking man, he even has a fur cloak. A group of other dudes stand around him, cheering him on until the last drop is down.

"Told ya, fuckers!" Katsuki laughs before turning and finally noticing him. 

His expression immediately changes to a soft look as he comes closer. They like spending time apart to have fun on their own, but at the end of the day they always are grateful to see the other.

Shoto realized he was staring, he just loves him so much.

"Hey, baby," Katsuki winds his fingers into his hair and pulls him flush against his nody by the waist. He hums.

"Missed you," he whispers before Katsuki kisses him so hard he tips back, luckily getting caught by the arm around him. He groans at the way the fingers pull at his hair.

There are wolf whistles coming from behind them.

"Whoa, Dynamight. Don't eat him alive, be gentle, man!"

Dynamight is Katsuki's stage name. He loves that they know it, loves Katsuki can make a name for himself.

His boyfriend pulls away then, throwing him over his shoulder, making him yelp in surprise.

"Believe me, that's not how he wants it tonight. See ya, losers," he flips the people off before making his way to their trailer with him still over his shoulder.

"What, already tired, love?" He teases him, just accepting the free ride.

"Nope," he squeezes his ass playfully. "But if I don't get that piece of ass now I'm gonna go fucking crazy." He emphasizes his words with a slap, making him moan.

He gets thrown on the bed, bouncing slightly.

"Strip baby, then gimme your hands," Katsuki instructs him while pulling the belt out of a pair of jeans on the ground.

Oh fuck. This will be a long night again–

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To others this might be boring. Spending every day waking up, fucking, having breakfast, drinking, dancing, fucking, eating somewhere in between, more drinking, more fucking and then sleeping, but what can he say, this has been his life for the past three days. He loves it.

He spent almost the entire night yesterday with his hands bound together over his head while being eaten out and Katsuki making him cum repeatedly for just as long. Safe to say he won't have sex this fine morning, his still puffy hole would hate him... maybe tonight again though-

Katsuki sleeps next to him as if he didn't make his entire body shake in pleasure  yesterday night until he couldn't even walk anymore. He gently caresses his wrists where he swears he can still feel the belt digging in.

He scoots forward to bury his face in between soft pecs, careful to not wake Katsuki up yet.

He can feel his heart beat against the tip of his nose. For the rest of his life he will be grateful to have the privilege to feel that heart beating so close to him. For the rest of the life that this man decided to turn around completely and make it worth anything again.

Sometimes he asks himself where he would be now if Katsuki hadn't decided to help him that day on campus. He would be miserable, that's for sure. 

This man saved him, as dramatic as it sounds. 

His thoughts wander to the little secret he is hiding in his travel bag. It makes him smile.

A hand starts moving up and down his back. Even after more than a year of waking up next to each other he still feels butterflies every time he sees Katsuki's eyes open in the morning. 

Today is a big day for them.

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Their moms arrive at around 10pm because the stage will be theirs from 11pm to 1am. Bart immediately invited them backstage and guaranteed them a spot in front of the stage behind the barriers so they can watch better without getting pushed around, which is perfect considering Mitsuki would probably throw hands with anyone that pushed her or his mom.

He is currently getting ready, Katsuki doing his make up next to him.

"Oh, sweetie, you look wonderful!" He hears her before he can see her.

She watches them from the entrance of the tent they are waiting in before they go on stage. Mitsuki is with her.

"Mitsuki, you did an amazing job!" She turns to Katsuki's mother.

"Thanks, darling. I was a bit worried that the cuts over the thighs might be a bit too revealing, but Shoto seems to not be worried about that." She eyes him up and down.

"Nope," he grins while lifting the fabric between his legs. "I'm wearing very tight underwear." It's the same color as his skin so it's not even noticeable.

"Good idea, dear. I would have hated to leave the cuts out, they make your legs look even longer."

He steps in front of the long mirror on the side of the tent. His legs peek out of two cuts down the tops of his thighs. It's kind of like a very long skirt, more than floor length. The very light and thin fabric drags behind him or moves dramatically when he dances, like wings or a tail. His arms and legs are covered in long black gloves and stockings and his chest is covered by some kind of crop top. He hasn't put his mask on yet.

His hair will be open, doing a hairstyle on it would be useless since it'll be ruined by fast movements and hands anyway. He is also not wearing his glasses but contacts instead. It's a sensory nightmare but he will have to get through this, dancing with his glasses on is also not it.

"I really love it, Mitsuki. Thank you and Masaru again for making it." He turns to her.

"We loved doing it, dear. Just mention us when you become famous," she winks but then laughs and comes to hug him.

"If anyone will become famous it's your son, Mitsuki," he reminds her.

"I know," she whispers next to his ear. "If I say it out loud he will explode due to his ego though."

"I heard that!" Katsuki glares at her.

She pulls back and walks towards him, kissing his cheek which he pretends to be disgusted about.

"I'm so proud of you," she says before pulling back.

He watches mother and son as they stare at each other and he can see just how close they are, even though they like to pretend otherwise.

"Thanks mom."

It's best to leave the two alone for a second, this is one of their more vulnerable moments. He turns to his own mom instead, sitting on one of the benches with her.

"I'm proud of you as well, I hope you know that, sweetie," she says, taking his hand in hers.

Of course he does, he can see it in her eyes.

"You will have to look away a few times tonight," he jokes to calm himself a little and get the feeling of his stomach twisting to go away.

She laughs. "I came fully prepared, sweetie. Nothing can shock me and even so, it's just dancing. Also, I was young once too, songs about sex are nothing new to me," she giggles which makes her look so much younger. She looks very healthy.

He shrugs, smiling. "Just thought I'd warn ya. You know, there could have been a misunderstanding and you could have thought we were performing the Macarena or something."

"You aren't?" She asks with wide eyes.

They stare at each other, that Todoroki trademark blank face. He is the loser this time, snorting ugly as a laugh breaks out of him. His mom is unbeatable when it comes to this.

Soon they have to go again as Bart comes to bring them to where they will watch. He will join them soon and watch with them until it's his turn to come out too. Right now he just wants to wait for the band to go out.

They are standing at the exit of the tent, waiting to be announced. He comes up behind Katsuki to hug him. 

"I love you," he whispers into his ear.

"I love you," Katsuki says it back.

The feelings inside his head, heart and stomach are indescribable. For one he is on edge and kinda wants to just turn around and watch his friends perform instead of going out himself. Then he is also so grateful to be allowed to be here, mostly for his boyfriend. And then most of all, he is proud. Proud of Katsuki and seeing how his dream is finally becoming reality. Slowly but surely.

That's when they hear Bart announce the band and the crowd cheering.

Katsuki looks once more at him and they walk out together. The band climbs the stairs, Katsuki giving him one more kiss, and he walks past the stage towards the barriers where their moms, Mina and security are standing. From there he can take another set of stairs to get on the stage when it's his turn.

The crowd is huge, tonight is the last night of the festival so probably almost everyone came to see the performances tonight. The stage is completely dark, all the spotlights are off. The audience calms down and then they hear drums ripping through the night.

He knows that they have two covers at the beginning of the setlist to get the crowd to sing along. And they do, the people are going crazy behind them, especially when Katsuki growls in one of the songs, he can hear lots of screeching in the audience behind him.

The first half is Jiro on the mic and Katsuki on the drums but after some time they take a break, Katsuki getting up and stepping in front. Jiro goes to the keys while Kiri switches to the drums.

"Hello, Berlin," Katsuki shouts having the crowd roar in excitement. He can hear him heavily breathing over the loudspeakers.

"You havin' fun?"

Another loud cheer.

"Yeah I sure hope so. Before we continue, someone got a fuckin' beer for me?" 

Katsuki point at a girl who's holding a can over the barrier.

"Yes, you. I'll catch." He kneels down, reaching out. Shoto stares in wonder at how well Katsuki is doing with the audience.

When he catches it he gets up to hold it high like a trophy.

"Thanks, darlin'," he winks.

Shoto goes a bit weak in the knees even though he wasn't even the one being addressed. Katsuki would never call him Darling though, that's what his parents call each other.

Katsuki opens the can, chugging the beer, having the crowd scream until he finishes.

The music starts again.

"Alright fuckers. Open the crowd!"

Shoto watches as holes form between the people. Oh, a mosh pit. 

Katsuki jumps down from the stage and climbs over the barrier, wrestling himself through the people until he is inside the biggest hole. All while doing that him and the crowd sing to another cover until the chorus starts and Katsuki screams GO, the pit closing and Katsuki drowning inside. They can still hear him singing, some people along with him.

Shoto looks to the side, seeing his mom's shocked face and Mitsuki's proud grin. She knows Katsuki is having the time of his life right now.

And sure enough soon Katsuki jumps over the barrier again, jogging past them, of course not without giving him a quick kiss, and climbs on stage again.

"Whoa Berlin, I gotta say," he winces and stretches his back." You guys got some muscle on you, shit..." The crowd eats it up.

"Okay, listen. You already heard some of our own songs but this one," he pauses dramatically. Grinning when they prod for him to continue. "This one I wrote myself. It's for a very important person you know. Ya wanna hear it?" Of course they want.

Saying he's surprised would be an understatement. Their moms come to stand on both of his sides hugging him with one arm around him.

Katsuki sits on the edge of the stage and a calm melody starts playing. He sings of two people that met during their college years. One of them who was lost and didn't dare to ask for help and the other who begged to be allowed to help. He describes a person as beautiful as the sinking sun, as calm as the ocean at night, as free as a seagull accompanying a bike on a highway on a silent summer evening. He sings of fear, of the pain of seeing that someone hurt. He sings of a future for them.

Katsuki looks at him while he sings. He feels his eyes burning as tears threaten to spill over and too soon the song ends. His mom and Mitsuki hold him tight. He smiles up at Katsuki, giving a tiny wave.

"Did you like it?" The people scream that they did but Shoto knows that question was for him. He nods and Katsuki smiles back.

One more song and it's time for him to get on stage too. He rubs his eyes, trying to dry them and puts his mask on.

He says goodbye to their parents and Mina and walk towards the stairs when the song ends.

All the lights go out again and he walks up, getting in position in front of Katsuki who gently caresses his arm before pulling back again. The music starts playing and the spotlight is only on them this time. He can hear the people being surprised at a new person on stage but also excited. 

This song is about a toxic love. The chains in his hands get pulled back and he dances, feeling the meaning of the song even though he has never experienced it. He is on the ground, chains binding his hands above his head. They rattle as they get slung around his neck and he gets dragged across the floor. 

Not really, he himself is moving but it looks very convincing. The song ends with him standing in front of Katsuki again but like a puppet, the chains controlling him with Katsuki being the puppeteer.

He can hear the people yelling in excitement.

"That was so hot!"

"More!"

"She is fucking hot! I would!"

She? Oh well...

The next song is the longer one. 

Shoto goes down Katsuki's front, mouthing his way until he squats, before retreating again and walking to the edge of the stage where he winks at some people, blowing them a kiss. He gets on his knees, hands holding onto the edge where he grinds town into the floor to Katsuki's voice. His own hands roam his body and he throws his head back, having the people in front of him roaring. Girls cheering and some dudes sounding like they want to take him right there.

He gets up slowly, hands running all the way from his feet to his chest until he is upright again before bending back into a sturdy chest while rolling his hips in time with Katsuki, making them look as if they were fucking right there. His arms hold onto the shoulders behind him while Katsuki keeps a hand over his crotch, singing of fucking someone slow and deep. It's lewd, the crowd loves it. There are so many phones pointing at them.

Still at the front of the stage he turns around and kneels before Katsuki, fire shooting out around them. He hears Katsuki chuckle into the mic.

"Wish that was you, huh?" He points to someone in the audience.

Screams of "yes" sound up to them and he has to hide his grin behind Katsuki's leg. A hand twists into his hair, pulling his head back almost painfully.

"Hey mom, look away," Katsuki smirks before grinding against his face. He holds onto Katsuki's pants for his life until he gets pulled up to his feet again, face to face with Katsuki and his back to the crowd. He bends backwards, can see the crowds upside down until gets pulled back up.

The song comes to an end, he pushes Katsuki down so he is lying on his back and straddles him, pretending to ride him with his knees sliding apart slowly until it's over.

He pants, chest rising rapidly and he grins at the audience. Katsuki sits up, still having him in his lap.

"Oops." Thats all he says and the crowd roars. Shoto laughs.

"Looks like we gave them quite a show, baby," Katsuki murmurs into the mic, pretending the audience couldn't hear him.

Shoto gets up then, pulling Katsuki with him too.

"But sadly, everything good must come to an end. Everyone say goodbye to our talented dancer and we continue, fuckers!" He pushes the mic towards the people, a mix of "no don't go" and goodbyes" can be heard.

He takes his mask off, bows towards them and waves as he walks off to cheers and calls for him to please stay.

"I know, I know. I want him to stay too but we gotta keep going," Katsuki says.

"He!?"

"That's a boy?"

"I still would!"

Shoto laughs as he walks back to his family, these people are hilarious.

"Shoubaby that was so hot what the fuck! You were amazing!" Mina screeches as he joins them.

Mitsuki shows him her phone screen. 

"You two are trending on twitter, the tags are 'facefucking' and 'maskedlady'," she cackles.

He stares at the screen with wide eyes. For real!? How could they be so quick?

"Lady? If they think so..." he shrugs. 

"You are just so pretty," his mom giggles into her hand.

"Thanks mom. I'm gonna go change real quick, I'm sweating like crazy."

It just takes a few minutes for him to get into a shirt and shorts and run back to the stage. He didn't miss much.

They drink their drinks for the rest of the set until the last song ends. Katsuki looks like he ran a marathon but is still grinning from one ear to the other.

"Berlin!" The crowd screams, showing they are still there.

"You guys were fucking amazing! But we are done! Goodnight and see ya next year, losers!"

It gets so loud, louder than it has been all night or even on any of the past nights. They scream for an encore.

"Encore?"

"YES!!"

He watches as Katsuki looks over to Bart who gives them a thumbs up. The band gets into position again. 

"DANCER!!"

Shoto turns with wide eyes to the audience. He isn't prepared and just changed out of his outfit. Looking back he sees Katsuki watching him, asking if he wants to.

"Dancer?"

"YES!!"

"Well, losers, he won't come up here and give you another show, you horny asses," he chuckles. "I'm gonna get him up here for the encore because he is part of the band. Put your boners away."

That was sweet. He jogs to the stairs again, barefoot, just in shirt and shorts and his hair up with his glasses sitting on his nose again.

As soon as he steps up he can hear whistles and shouting from the crowd. He waves at them as he walks to Katsuki who wraps his arm around his waist.

"Numb. Linkin Park." Katsuki says and the song begins. The intro is extra long, so everyone can get into the spirit.

Shoto lifts his arms, clapping to the rhythm and the crowd follows him. He leans closer so the mic in Katsuki's hand.

"For Chester."

"FOR CHESTER."

"RIP!"

They go wild. As soon as the song begins everyone sings along. It's beautiful.

The flames roar once more and fireworks explode above.

Katsuki doesn't let go of him as he still sings along with the crowd until the song finishes. He feels breathless even though he didn't do anything.

"Amazing! You guys surely made Chester proud!" Katsuki shouts.

The band comes up to them and they all stand next to each other, bowing during a booming applause.

"Kirishima Eijiro on keys and drums!" Kiri waves with his trademark toothy grin.

"Sero Hanta on the bass!" Hanta gives them a piece sign.

Shoto watches an Mina comes up the stage.

"Ashido Mina, our manager!" She blows them kisses.

"Kaminari Denki, but you can also call him Dunce Face, on the guitar!" Denki flips him off but winks at a few girls in the front.

"Todoroki Shoto, our pretty dancer!" Shoto bows, holding onto his glasses.

"Jiro Kyoka, our lead singer and talented with every single fucking instrument!" Jiro waves with a shy smile. Which is funny considering she was just screaming the most voice cords ripping vocals a few minutes ago.

"And lastly of course me, we know what they say about what comes last," he chuckles. " Bakugou Katsuki or Dynamight, second lead and drums. Also the founder of the band. This was Ground Zero everyone! Goodnight!!"

And they walk off the stage. The voices are still booming up to their trailers and they can hear Bart trying to announce the next band. Heavy on trying. 

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"We are viral! Guys!" Mina vibrates in her seat in the common area.

They are sitting on their phones, watching on their social medias as the numbers climb up.

"You mean Katsuki and Shoto are viral," Hanta says, showing her the hashtags.

"Nope," Denki chimes in. "Our band name is trending and the song that Kacchan sang for Shouchan too."

"What?"

"Yes, look. Some people are making tiktoks with it already."

"How? It's not even out yet! And how do they do it so fast?"

"A mystery."

"Guys! I'm getting emails from all kinds of companies," Mina look a little panicked.

"Don't worry, dear. I'm gonna help you find someone to go through that with you."

"Thank you, Mitsuki-san!"

"Just Mitsuki, please."

Shoto scrolls through his own phone, his social media account is growing in seconds, he can literally watch it. His dms are full and he has thousands of comments. 

This will have to wait.

"Kids. Maybe you better put your phones down, sweeties. It can be very overwhelming to see all of this. Better celebrate with each other." His mom suggests and she is absolutely right.

"You heard her, idiots. Phones here on the table. And turn it off." Katsuki points to a not very sturdy looking table, it will be good enough to hold their phones though.

Eventually all of them agree with what his mom said, because of course she is right. Mitsuki gets the cooler box from Bart, he left it there for them, and takes out an assortment of drink.

He doesn't really feel like getting busted, unlike his friends, and rather sips on a sweet drink. Katsuki doesn't do it much different, one beer is enough for him. Shoto knows he wants to remember this.

He throws his legs over Katsuki's thighs like he always does, and Katsuki strokes them lovingly. As always.

The evening goes on and the mood is wonderful.

"Is it weird to say I was a little jealous of Kacchan? I mean, I want someone to go down on me like that." Denki asks into the round.

"Yes, it is weird. Fuck you," Katsuki grumbles, pulling him closer into his lap.

"No! Not like that I mean-" he continues trying to find a way to get out of this. Shoto giggles as Katsuki frown deepens. Of course he doesn't mean it, just enjoys seeing Denki suffer.

Their moms are still there, watching over them as if they were still little. Honestly it's nice though, from tomorrow on everything will be different and he appreciates that they want to make it easier for them in staying for as long as possible.

Around 4am they get a taxi to their hotel and their friends go back to their trailers. Their phones are staying inside a box in Bart's trailer but if there is an emergency they can easily access it.

He just put his phone away and is walking towards the trailer when he sees Katsuki leaning against it, looking up at the stars. He approaches him to hug him as tight as he can.

"You are one of them," he whispers into his neck.

"Hm?" Katsuki hums.

With his left hand he points up at the night sky. "A star." He clarifies. He had that same thought when they went to the beach all those months ago.

Arms squeeze tighter around him. His nose is pushed into his boyfriends neck and he can smell bodywash from his earlier shower and something that's just Katsuki. Something sweet.

They get inside soon, none of them really tired. The day was just too eventful to sleep calmly.

He takes his hair out of the bun, going to brush it out as someone takes the brush out of his hands, doing the work for him. And once again he watches Katsuki through a mirror, focused on his task, just like back then. His tongue still pokes out when he's focused.

Something inside of him tightens. It feels suffocating but not in a bad way, it just feels like he has to get something out. Like there is something he has to do.

The man in the mirror, the only reason he is currently standing here.

"I love you," he says. Katsuki's eyes find his.

"I love you," he says it back. Again. Like always.

It's really that easy isn't it?

"Katsuki?"

"Yes, Shoto?"

"Are we friends?" He smiles. 

Katsuki doesn't look up this time, still focused on his task, but his eyes soften as he remembers.

"Your are my best friend but also so much more."

Just as he did back then he realizes how easy it was to ask him that.

The feeling gets stronger, as if something would burst out of his chest any second.

He wants to wait, he really does, but how could he if it just seems impossible? This has been going through his head for so long, he wanted to make it special, make it like Katsuki did at the beach. Something that they will never forget. But he is weak. Weak for the man in the mirror.

"Katsuki?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Can I ask you something?" He fiddles with his hands. 

"Always."

Katsuki finished brushing his hair so he turns around, wanting to look at him and not just through a mirror. He steps closer, kissing him so softly, it could have been the wind.

"Please sit down? On the bed. I have to tell you something."

Katsuki looks at him, he seems to be a bit worried.

"Everything alright?"

"Yes. Yes, sorry. It's nothing bad, I promise," he hurries to explain. It seems to calm Katsuki down and he walks backwards to sit on the bed.

"This will be a bit long, please be patient with me." 

He takes Katsuki's hands and stands between his spread thighs. His boyfriend nods, not speaking so he doesn't interrupt him. He really appreciates it.

"May of last year I was pushed from a bench on our school campus. I tried to get up over and over but every single time someone kicked me down again. Everyone stared. Everyone laughed. Until someone pushed through the crowd of people and stood up for me. That day I made a friend for life."

The hands in his squeeze reassuringly, and he feels like he can continue without breaking down.

"July of last year, my friend took me on an unforgettable trip to the beach. I never felt so free in my life. Never have I felt like I did that day and I remember thinking that this is what flying must feel like. That night my friend became my boyfriend. My partner, once again for life, because I know he wouldn't do it any other way," he smiles.

Katsuki nods approvingly.

"Today, one year later, I am standing here because of you. You always say I'm not supposed to thank you but please just let me say this once. Without you I'm not sure where I would be right now. I'm just sure about one thing, it wouldn't be anywhere pretty."

Katsuki watches at him, there is sadness in his eyes. 

"Never, not ever did you let me down. I was safe, always. We had our arguments, sure, but that comes with being in love. Love also comes with waking up to the most beautiful eyes in the world or you leaving the toilet seat up even though I tell to not fucking do it," he chuckles. 

His voice gets a bit quavery by now and he can see Katsuki's eyes getting wet.

"But I will take an open toilet seat every day as long as it means I get to wake up next to you. I get mad or even sad sometimes when I feel like I can't do anything on my own but I came to learn that this is nothing I need to be ashamed about. That it's okay for you to take care of me. So I will ask you to please keep taking care of me and I promise to always take care of you in return."

There are tears running down his cheeks now. He lets go of one of Katsuki's hands and reaches over to his small travel bag on the cabinet next to him. Even through the tears he can see Katsuki's eyes widen in understanding as he goes down on his knees. Not one, both knees. Letting go of his other hand too he holds both of his own hands out, a small velvet box sitting in their middle.

Katsuki slides down to the floor with him.

"I love you, Katsuki. Please, stay in my life forever or as long as you will bear me. Katsuki, please, will you marry me?" He chokes out the last words before a sob breaks out and he opens the box, a black ring with orange elements in it sitting inside.

Big, safe hands come to stroke his cheek and thigh, trying to calm him a little even though Katsuki himself is crying, probably even more than him.

Their eyes meet and Katsuki sucks in a shaking breath.

"Of course. Of course, I love you. Oh my god..." he whimpers, leaning forward until his head hits Shoto's thighs and his shoulders shake as he cries even more.

He puts the box aside to stroke his boyfriend's, no fiancé's, back until his shoulders stop trembling and he comes up to hug him.

"I knew we would do this soon but I always thought I would be the one to ask you,". Katsuki whispers. They are still sitting on the floor, tightly hugging each other close.

"It was my turn again to ask, love." He jokes through the tears. It had been an inside joke since Shoto asked him first to be friends and then Katsuki asked if he wanted to be his boyfriend.

"That's fair I guess. But how did you-" he points to the box.

That's a justified question. Shoto doesn't have any money besides what he gets from his father for groceries and school supplies besides of course also his tuition.

"I helped Ochako train the new students in the studio for a few months. All the money I made I put aside to buy the ring for you." He explains. Some of his grocery money also went into it but he won't tell him that.

"It's not much but-"

"No," Katsuki leans back to look at him. "No this is fucking perfect. You are perfect."

His hands hold Katsuki's face carefully, kissing him. It's another thank you but one that Katsuki will accept.

He pulls back to take Katsuki's hand in his, getting the ring out of the box with the other.

"Can I?"

Katsuki gestures for him to please do it with a small nod. Shoto knows he is close to tearing up again. 

The ring fits perfectly, of course it does, he took one of Katsuki's many rings he knew that fit him to get the measurements. His new fiance turns his hands too look at it, admiring.

"Do we tell out friends and family now that we aren't boyfriends anymore?" 

Katsuki rips his gaze away from the ring, watching him instead.

"Shoto you are a menace... You know how that sounds, right?"

"Yep," he grins, crawling into Katsuki's lap.

Arms wrap around him immediately.

"I like when you are an asshole," he chuckles. "It's sexy."

Shoto holds his face again, smiling against the others lips.

"I learned from the best. My fiancé, you should meet him sometime."

"Better watch your mouth."

"Or what, love?" 

Katsuki will show him exactly.

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Epilogue 

The ocean has always been one of his favorite places. It holds memories of dear moments over the years.

Salty wind tries to rip his hair out of the claw clip at the back of his head and a seagull watches him from above. The sinking sun reflects in the shiny ring on his left hand.

His husband is on tour in Europe, he will join him soon.

Shortly after they came back from Germany they dropped out of university, Katsuki too busy to keep up with studying and Shoto found work in Ochako's dance studio. 

Today he has his own studio and made a name for himself as the lead dancer for Ground Zero. His name is also known for his anti bullying campaigns and he speaks in schools about his experiences and how to help victims. 

His mom opened a small cafe, living above it. She is doing great.

The door to their front porch opens and their dog, his protector Katsuki likes to say, comes to lay across his legs. Shoto will bring him to his mom tomorrow, he knows Odin loves his grandma a lot, to take his plane and join Katsuki for their show in France.

Life turned around in the best way possible and it's all thanks to one leather wearing biker who likes to sing.

Yes, this is what flying must feel like.

the end

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