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December 10thGroup Chat: penis enlargement capsulesMembers: All of Class 1-A5:20 PM All Might Boi (Izuku Midoriya): Why does everybody keep changing the chat name????? I thought mine was funny5:20 PM red riot yum (Eijiro Kirishima): LMFAOOO KAMINARI YOU’RE DEAD5:20 PM my boyfriend is a chicken shit (Ochaco Uraraka): LOL. Tenya’s gonna kick your ass when he sees this Kaminari ( ＾∀＾)5:21 PM Pikachu’s Massive Cock (Denki Kaminari): whatever happens today I want you all to know that it’s been an honor flying with you all.5:21 PM Ash Ketchup (Hanta Sero): #KeepItKarat it’s been nice knowing you… bro <3 fly high homie.. i’ll suck your dick in heaven once more (｀_´)ゞ5:21 PM All Might Boi (Izuku Midoriya): Brb my mom is calling5:21 PM my boyfriend is a chicken shit (Ochaco Uraraka): Aaaaaand Tenya will be here in three…Bakugo is interrupted from his classmates’ stupid, but amusing conversation, by his mom calling him downstairs. Irritated for being distracted from waiting for Kirishima to send another message, Bakugo yells, “What the hell do you want?!”“Talk like that to me again, boy!” Mitsuki threatens from the first floor, “Get your ass down here before I whoop you!”Bakugo lets out something short of an enraged scream, shoves his phone in his pocket and descends from his bed awfully noisy. He makes dying, groaning sounds along the way to the door and swings it open. “Ma, I’m sixteen! I can’t get spankings anymore!”“You’re so funny!” Mitsuki calls, appearing in all her rageful form as Bakugo nears the staircase. “You wanna test if that’s true, Katsuki?”“I was waiting for somebody to send me a message!” Bakugo huffs as he stomps down the stairs, and his mother turns her lip up at him. “Uh huh. That Kirishima boy’s too good for you and you know it!”“Shut up, old hag! How do you even know I was waiting for Kirishima to send me a message?!” Bakugo bursts out, sticking his finger straight out at his mom’s face. Mitsuki grits her teeth and widens her eyes, getting angrier by the nanosecond. “Old hag?! Shut up?! Get the hell down here before I stop paying for your high school expenses! Go to the damn kitchen!”“I’ll go if you quit damn yelling at me!” Bakugo spits, turning defiantly away from his mother as his feet hit the cold, wooden floor. He storms past her as she mutters an obvious insult under her breath, which earns her a hard glare from Bakugo. Bakugo’s parents knew damn well about Bakugo’s non-existent crush on Kirishima, and were always pestering him about not liking him and stuff like that.When he gets to the kitchen, he makes an awful lot of noise as he drags the chair out from beneath the table and takes a seat. His father, Masuro, is sitting right across from him. “Hey, champ,” He smiles, that shy smile that always gets Bakugo feeling bad for his dad. “Your mom’s not right. You can be with anyone you want to be with, okay? I think you and Kirishima are very good for each other.”In his mind, Bakugo’s thoughts consist of; I love you, dad. You get me, dad. You’re my idol, dad. I wouldn’t mind if you divorced mom and took custody of me, dad. On the outside, the still somewhat pissed Bakugo juts his lip out and scoffs a “thanks”, barely audible under his breath. He can only pray his father heard it.Mitsuki arrives and takes her seat beside Masuro. They look… parental. Bakugo hates it. They reminded him of some sort of parent-teacher conference where the fucking teacher was weird and the mom was an otaku and things were genuinely awkward. It felt, to Bakugo, like they’re about to suspend them from the house or something.“Son, we’re leaving town on business for the next couple of weeks,” Mitsuki begins. “And we want you to stay with somebody so you don’t have to be alone.”“Business?” Bakugo repeats. It was pretty fishy, really. He knew his parents flew out to runways and interviews and whatever from time to time, and it did take a couple days or weeks, but never three, full, whopping weeks. “None of your buisness trips call for you to be away for more than a fuckin’ week.”“Language,” Masuro reminds, And Bakugo is proud of him for sounding sort of stern. “And yes, but we’re not staying the full three. We’re coming back home right after Christmas.”“We want you to see if you can stay over at a friend’s house,” Mitsuki continues. “You shouldn’t be alone on Christmas, you dumb brat.”Bakugo snarls, lip turning similar to how his mother turns it, “Well I wouldn’t be lonely if you guys could just stay here! Or I could go with you or some shit! Nobody’s gonna want me over for goddamn Christmas, Ma.”“Hey, language!” Mitsuki barks, and Masuro interrupts before things can get worse. “Son, all we’re asking is if you can at least check and see if anybody can house you for a week or two. You’ve been to fashion weeks and outfitter meetings, Katsuki, and I know you like it, but your mother and I think it’d be more fun for you to stay with your friends instead of watching us do business from a chair in the corner of a conference room.”They’re right on that, at least. Bakugo likes fashion, and he likes dressing well, and he likes seeing other people in nice outfits too, but sitting around with worthless opinions in a room full of old hags in weird jackets and puffy jeans talking about selling brand names and doing business with Americans, was one of Bakugo’s worst nightmares. He sighs, clicking his tongue in annoyance. “I’ll see what the hell I can do.”“Thanks, kiddo,” Mitsuki sighs, and his parents exchange looks of relief. They were probably expecting Bakugo to throw a tantrum, but he wouldn’t do that. He scoffs in his mind, The last thing I’ll give them is what they want!“Now go get ready for school tomorrow,” Masuro excuses him briskly, “Dinner’s ready in five.” Bakugo’s return to his room is uneventful. He falls onto his bed, grabs his phone and checks their stupid group chat. Instead of penis enlargement capsules, the group chat was now named “PLEASE STOP CHANGING THE NAME TO WORDS WITH PROFANITY!!!!!!!!”5:45 PM Lord Explodo Murder Kill (Katsuki Bakugo): Who the hell changed penis enlargement capsules to this shit? I’ll use as much profanity as I want.5:45 PM red riot yum (Eijiro Kirishima): IIDA CHANGED IT HAHAHA5:45 PM red riot yum (Eijiro Kirishima): Bakugo did you eat dinner yet?Bakugo blushes at the message. Kirishima was concerned if he’s eaten or not! Kirishima was worried about him! So now what does he say? If Bakugo tells Kirishima he’s eaten, then Kirishima will stop worrying. But if he tells him he’s starving to death, then Kirishima will worry a lot more. A lot, lot more. Would that be enough for him to come to my house? The thought is stupid enough for Bakugo to slap a hand over his reddened face. I shouldn’t lie to shitty-hair.5:46 PM Lord Explodo Murder Kill (Katsuki Bakugo): Not yet.5:47 PM red riot yum (Eijiro Kirishima): oh shit!! please eat soon Bakugo, it’s important that you don’t skip your meals, and it really hasn’t been too long since Kamino, so if you’re worrying and can’t eat then you can always call me or I can go over or something5:47 PM pink dog shit (Mina Ashido): did I walk into live action BL?!5:47 PM chanyeol’s wife (Tooru Hagakure): We see it every day in class Ashido （≧∇≦）Bakugo and Kirishima have always been all lovey dovey!!5:48 PM Lord Explodo Murder Kill (Katsuki Bakugo): I’m going to bed. Rethink your fetishes for gays while I sleep. Don’t have a good night, extras.Bakugo swore that he was about to sleep at six PM. That was a little too much for him. Kirishima worrying, and people pointing out Bakugo’s obvious crush makes Bakugo want to strangle a child. He picks his phone back up, and is welcomed by Kirishima, Todoroki and Iida.5:50 PM red riot yum (Eijiro Kirishima): It’s not that I like Bakugo,,, I just genuinely care about his wellbeing and safety and how he’s feeling all the time5:51 PM gummy bear (Shoto Todoroki): i believe that’s how I was with Izuku was before we confessed our love for each other. I don’t blame you for not realizing your emotions. I didn’t understand Izuku’s emotions at all. Or mine. My older sister had to explain it to me.5:52 PM Class Representative (Tenya Iida): Kirishima, if you are ever in doubt about your emotions, please come to me or Uraraka!!! We have been together for two months now and I believe we are well aware of romantic feelings!!!!5:53 PM Lord Explodo Murder Kill (Katsuki Bakugo): You guys piss me the hell off. Why can’t Kirishima and I be fucking worried about each other? Aren’t we best friends or some bullshit like that?5:53 PM Class Representative (Tenya Iida): 😰😰😰😰😨😨😨😓😓 😰😰😰😰😨😨😨😓😓😰😰😰😰😨😨😨😓😓5:54 PM red riot yum (Eijiro Kirishima): YEAH! Thanks bakugo! You get it! (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)5:55 PM Lord Explodo Murder Kill (Katsuki Bakugo): Those emojis made me lose a couple of fucking brain cells four eyes.Yes 5:56 PM Moomoo (Momo Yaoyorozu): Hello everyone! I hope you have all had a nice evening. Is everyone ready for class tomorrow?5:56 PM gummy bear (Shoto Todoroki): I’m currently at Izuku’s house. I will send you a picture of him sleeping on my chest. He is very cute.5:57 PM red riot yum (Eijiro Kirishima): where did that come from5:57 PM Lord Explodo Murder Kill (Katsuki Bakugo): This is getting disgusting. Kirishima, I’m leaving.5:58 PM Class Representative (Tenya Iida): 😸😸😸😸😸😹😹😹😹😹😹😹🦷5:59 PM red riot yum (Eijiro Kirishima): Bye Bakugo! Meet me tomorrow at the front gate so we can walk together (^_−)−☆Bakugo sets his phone on his nightstand. He returns to his bed, buries his face comfortably into his pillow, and screams bloody murder. Walk together?! What the hell did Kirishima think he was doing to Bakugo?!“Katsuki, shut up! Dinner’s ready!” Mitsuki shouts. Bakugo keeps screaming into his pillow. Kirishima was the last person he could ever be stuck with over a two week break. He could ask Kaminari.“I’m sort of scared because I’m flying out to Izumo to see all of my family,” Kaminari, sitting on Kirishima’s desk, explains, looking worried. “And Teiden told me they’re all super conservative and that he’s going to cut off my black bolt right here!”Shit fucker. Kaminari’s flying somewhere. His pissed gaze moves from Kaminari to Kirishima, who listens to Kaminari intently. His big eyes are so sincere... I definitely can’t ask him.He could ask Sero.Sero wasn’t even in class yet.As Bakugo searches the classroom for somebody, anybody to spend Christmas with, he makes a very rational conclusion. He couldn’t spend Christmas with girls, or else people would think that Bakugo was dating one of them. His only dude friends were Kaminari, Sero and Kirishima, (not counting Deku), and while Sero and Kirishima were fine candidates…Bakugo sighs. He folds his arms and rests his cheek on it, feeling pissed, sad and pissed. Even if he asked, nobody would want Bakugo of all people to spend Christmas with them. Not even his own parents wanted him to spend Christmas with them. Why would his friends?Just as class starts, Kirishima grabs Bakugo’s shoulder and bends over. “Hey,” He greets. Bakugo turns his head, only to find Kirishima’s pressed on the desk. He was really damn close. Bakugo thought that if he just moved a little closer, their noses would brush and he could play it off as some dumb accident. They meet gazes, and Kirishima smiles. It was such a stupid smile. So big and toothy. Bakugo hates it, honestly, he hates it so much that his cheeks turn pink and his stomach ties in knots.“We’re having lunch together?”Bakugo nods. They always have lunch together. “Stupid question.”Kirishima chuckles. “Will you come to my dorm after class?”Bakugo nods, and there are so many emotions going through him right now. It’s a shitstorm of leave-me-alone and never-leave-my-side and kiss-me-until-you-literally-can’t-call-me-bro-anymore and don’t-be-so-close-to-me-please. His face is burning. Is he hard?“See you at lunch, dude,” Kirishima grins, so bright and big, that Bakugo just has to put his face in his arms once Kirishima walks away. That was way too much! He was way too close.“Everybody in their seats!” Tenya Iida yells, and Sero comes skidding in through the door. “I’m not late! I’m not late!” Lunch, and it’s just Bakugo and Kirishima today. They eat their food, with the common interruption from Kaminari or Sero begging to sit with them. Kirishima would get up and they’d all laugh and hit each other, and act like dumb idiots, but Bakugo was fine to watch Kirishima mess around. He looks really happy anyways. Bakugo, embarrassed, eats his mashed potatoes.“Go away! Bakugo and I are having a bro-session!” Kirishima yells, bent over the booth with his knees against the seat.“Oh yeah, I bet he’s gonna suck your big fat cock! Really productive bro-session!” Kaminari taunts, sounding drunk. Now, that pisses Bakugo off though. Big fat cock? How the hell does Kaminari know if Kirishima’s dick is big or not? Bakugo springs up, and points at Kaminari. “You motherfucker! Get the hell out of here before I blow your damn face off and you die!”Sero and Kaminari make dick sucking gestures, with playfully lewd faces as they walk off. “How do you know if my dick is big or not?!” Kirishima calls, and Bakugo is almost certain the whole cafeteria heard it.“We’ve seen the size of your boner!” Sero replies,“Shit’s massive!” Kaminari cackles, and the pair run off to torture god knows who. Bakugo, still fuming in the palms, sits down after they’re completely out of sight. He sees Mina, fast approaching just as Kirishima is about to join Bakugo. She raises her hand, and before Bakugo can do anything about it, her hand comes down hard on Kirishima’s ass.The noise is what really gets to Bakugo. It’s loud as hell. It practically resonates through the whole damn cafeteria. He sits back, his face redder than Kirishima’s hair, staring at Kirishima’s ass and Mina’s hand on it. “Mina, I’m gonna punch you,” Kirishima says through gritted teeth. Mina’s grin spreads slowly, and she keeps squeezing her friend's ass. “It’s what you get for the shit you pulled in the group chat last night!”“I didn’t pull anything!”“You sent us a video of putting beans in your crocs! I might as well finger you!”“No!”“Hey!” Bakugo snaps, coming back to his senses. He smacks Mina’s hand away. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?! I’m trying to eat my damn lunch and you’re fucking disturbing me! Dumb loser trash! Leave us alone you stupid idiot face!”Mina laughs, “Kirishima, control your boyfriend!”Once they’ve settled down, and the pair eat peacefully once again, Bakugo with his red face and fidgeting leg asks, “You sent a video of beans in your crocs?” After class ends, Bakugo is knocking on Kirishima’s dorm, dressed in casual attire. He clicks his tongue, suddenly aware that it was only Monday. Damn Mondays. Damn all days, actually.The door opens, and Kirishima shows up behind it. His red hair was down, and Bakugo could see the black of Kirishima’s hair clearly. It was way too cute. He smiles at Bakugo, “Hey! Come in, I microwaved some pizza rolls.”Bakugo shuts the door behind him, following Kirishima in. His room was just the same; pictures of old eighties idols and rock bands litter the walls, and a pretty big Crimson Riot poster plastered just above Kirishima’s desk. He had hero figurines on his desk, which were all custom-made to be his classmates. He currently had Deku, which Bakugo hates, Ground Zero, which Bakugo likes, Chargebolt and Pinky. Kirishima’s collection started when he had gotten a figurine of Deku after they returned from their rescue mission to save Eri, and everybody was invited to watch him unwrap it and put it on his desk. Deku started crying. Bakugo, who had only tagged along to make sure Kirishima wasn’t getting too comfortable with anyone else in his room other than Bakugo, called Deku a bitch and custom ordered Ground Zero for Kirishima the next day. Chargebolt and Pinky were last year’s Christmas and birthday presents. (Also, Bakugo owns a Red Riot figurine, just because Deku mentioned having one to Mina. He keeps it under his pillow).“Isn’t it weird? I’m always in your room, and now you’re here!” Kirishima says cheerily, doing something at his desk.“Cos my room’s the best,” Bakugo tells him impulsively.“I like all the All Might stuff in there,” Kirishima comments, and Bakugo turns to glare at him. Kirishima seems to know what he’s doing, because he looks over his shoulder and grins at Bakugo.“And now, pizza rolls!” He cries, turning around and pronouncing the pizza rolls on a paper plate.“What the hell were you doing to them?” Bakugo asks, shuffling over and taking a couple.“Making it into a smiley face,” Kirishima says, “But you just deformed it, so now there’s no more smiley face.”“Smiley faces are for pussies anyway,” Bakugo huffs, shoving the pizza rolls in his mouth.Kirishima chews on one, destroying it. “That’s why you’re a pussy.”“What? I’m not a fucking pussy!” Bakugo yells, grabbing a pizza roll threateningly.“Yes you are. You eat those smiley fries.” Kirishima sits on his desk chair, having a difficult time chewing on his pizza roll.“You- I made those because I thought you’d like them!” Bakugo shouts, and Kirishima laughs. “You’re the worst liar ever!”“I’m the best fucking liar you’ve ever seen!” Bakugo rages, “Stop being a bitch!”“You’re the bitch here!” Kirishima exclaims, setting the plate on the desk.“I’m this,” Bakugo shows Kirishima his finger and thumb, which are both about to touch. “Close to blowing your big ass to hell.”“You think my ass is big?” Kirishima gasps, batting his eyelashes obnoxiously. Bakugo’s face lights up, and he decides that comment does it. He flings himself onto Kirishima, knocking him out of the chair. Kirishima laughs, and Bakugo cracks a grin as they fight.“Bakugo, get off!” Kirishima yells, as Bakugo straddles his leg and has the other on his shoulder. “I’m gonna snap your femur!” Bakugo shrieks, grabbing Kirishima’s thigh. Kirishima laughs, “Hey, I’m serious!” He sits up, and with ease, he grabs Bakugo and forces him down. Bakugo’s face and body light on fire, and he’s reduced to squirming and yelling for Kirishima to get off.“You’re so bad at wrestling! You always end up like this when I wrestle you!” Kirishima smiles, and his nose is almost touching Bakugo’s.“I’m not fucking bad!” Bakugo hisses, blushing. In a flurry of emotion, Bakugo gathers his legs and delivers a powerful kick to Kirishima’s stomach. Kirishima’s eyes bulge, and he whines as Bakugo sticks his foot in Kirishima’s chest. “I just won. Bitch.”“You’re the bitch!” Kirishima laughs, out of breath. He’s just as red in the face as Bakugo assumes he is, and Bakugo wonders if it’s for reasons other than wrestling. Hoping it to be true, he offers a hand for the wounded Kirishima to take. The big guy does, and Bakugo hauls him up. “You okay, pussy?”“I’m fine, asshole,” Kirishima assures, and Bakugo does his angry pout at him. Kirishima rolls his eyes and walks to his closet.“Bakugo,” He calls as Bakugo falls back first onto Kirishima’s bed, “Have you seen that video of a guy recording a shoe in the toilet and it’s on fire? And then he like pans up and there’s Doritos hanging from something and he’s like, AH! And then he punches it?”“I never want to hear about that shit again,” Bakugo replies to him instead of the proper ‘no’ his question calls for. He tucks his hands behind his head as he stares at the star stickers on Kirishima’s ceiling.“Haha! It’s my favorite meme,” Kirishima informs, “Kaminari sent it to me.”“Of course he did,” Bakugo snorts, glancing at Kirishima. The boy is standing in front of a backpack, looking between a striped shirt and a plain shirt in his hands. “Motherfucker keeps sending me this one of a dead rat fucking resurrecting.”Kirishima laughs, “That ones stupid! Dude, have you seen that one with the 3D All Might singing California Girls?”Bakugo actually smiles at that, while Kirishima wheezes through laughter on the other side of the room. “It’s all just dumb.” Bakugo says.“Shitposts are for skinnies only anyway,” Kirishima sighs dramatically. Bakugo watches as Kirishima looks momentarily distressed at the shirts in his hand, and decides he’s really in love with Kirishima as the teenager, still looking confused, puts both shirts into the backpack.“What the fuck is a skinny?” He demands, but beneath his fierce bark, Bakugo was tripping over himself with affectionate emotions swelling in his chest.“Nothing you gotta be concerned about,” Kirishima says. “Packing is the worst.”“You goin’ home for Christmas?” Bakugo asks, and Kirishima gives Bakugo a look. “The hell else would I go?”“I dunno, maybe you’re a fucking orphan. That’s why you’re so nice.”“That’s really your theory of why I’m nice?” Kirishima has stopped packing to look at Bakugo, disappointment clear in his eyes.Bakugo shrugs, and he has the sudden urge to kiss Kirishima until he couldn’t breathe. “Yeah.”“You’re the idiot here,” Kirishima chuckles, rolling his eyes. Bakugo grins at him, “I’m the idiot? Who got a C on their math test?”“Yo, you going out to Italy again for Christmas?” Kirishima continues to pack what few clothes he had left.“Nah, that was last year when my parents took me for fashion week,” Bakugo tells him, “This year they’re going to Hong Kong and Spain.”“They’re? Aren’t you going?” Kirishima pauses his packing to look at Bakugo.“I’m staying home,” Bakugo grunts. “They can go frolick and fuck all they want without me in China. I’m gonna play Overwatch all break.”“Stay home? But Bakugo, it’s Christmas! You can’t stay home alone for three weeks!” Kirishima argues, as though Bakugo could conjure up a solution because Kirishima didn’t think he should be alone. Bakugo likes that he’s worrying though. He likes it very much.“I don’t give a damn. They don’t wanna spend Christmas with me anyway,” Bakugo mutters, and it’s meant to be an exaggeration. It works, really good, because Kirishima looks at him with huge, sad eyes and his hands limp at his sides. “I wanna spend Christmas with you!” He yells passionately.
Oh shit,
“Bakugo! Please spend Christmas at my house!”
Oh fucking shit. I better not open my mouth. I better-,
“No! I don’t wanna go to your fucking house on Christmas!” Bakugo shouts, turning to glare at Kirishima. The boy, passion in his eyes, looks taken aback. “Who do you think I am?!”“You’re Bakugo Katsuki, my best friend who I’m not gonna leave alone on Christmas,” Kirishima’s confusion is quickly washed away by a wave of fierce-looking determination, that shines in his eyes. That sort of look on Kirishima’s face, it just made Bakugo’s heart beat a little too fast. He lets out a shaky breath as Kirishima approaches him, putting his hand on Bakugo’s shoulder. “Bakugo, I’m gonna ask you one more time, and you have to say yes. Will you spend Christmas with me and my family? Please?”Bakugo’s blushing. Oh, fuck, he’s really blushing. He has to turn his head away from Kirishima to reply, “Fine. I’ll spend shitty Christmas with you and your damn family.” The week goes by. It goes by really fast. Monday night feels like seconds ago as Bakugo’s classmates are crowded around Kirishima’s desk on a Friday, just minutes away from the bell.“We’ve gotta hang out a lot over break!” Kaminari declares, slapping his hand on Kirishima’s desk. Bakugo sits on it, facing Kirishima and away from his dumb classmates. Why couldn’t they leave him to talk alone with the love of his life?“Are you going to Italy again, Bakugo?” Invisible bitch calls, and Bakugo grunts in disagreement. “Awh, you hear that Todoroki? Bakugo’s not going to Italy.”“Why would I care?” Todoroki asks, and as Bakugo glowers at him, he realizes that Todoroki has no idea who’s talking to him. Bakugo snickers as Todoroki’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.“Where are you?” Todoroki calls, and Bakugo looks away so he doesn’t laugh.“Midoriya, let’s grab some ramen next week!” Kirishima suggests, and Bakugo chortles at that. That plan would be fast forgotten, because Bakugo was spending next week with Kirishima. In fact, he was spending the whole three weeks with Kirishima. So Deku could suck it.“Yeah! Text me, Kirishima!” Deku stammers and Kirishima gives his usual enthusiasm in response.“Tenya and I are gonna go on so many dates! Unlike your virgin asses!” Uraraka cackles, and Bakugo turns around to glare at her with a raised palm. “What the hell did you say to me?!” He threatens, and Uraraka smiles, “I called you a virgin!”As their classmates laugh, Iida scolds Uraraka for being so vulgar as she covers his face in kisses. Bakugo thinks it’s disgusting, but then he imagines himself doing it with Kirishima. He nestles his chin in his palm, knuckles brushing against his lip as he gives Iida and Uraraka a side gaze, imagining just how much Bakugo would give to Kirishima if they were together.The bell rings, and Bakugo is dragged from his fantastical thoughts. His classmates say goodbye, Kirishima hugs almost everybody (Mineta gets ignored by Kirishima. It makes Bakugo laugh.) and they’re on their way. Kirishima gathers his things and stands up, “Ready to go?”“Yeah. We’re going to the dorms and then my house?” Bakugo reviews their upcoming strategy to get to Kirishima’s house. Kirishima nods, “Will you be okay on my motorcycle?”“Of course I will!” Bakugo snarls. He’s been imagining Kirishima on that motorcycle for months now, daydreaming about his hands riding up Kirishima’s shirt and touching his shredded abdomen. He wasn’t going to miss out on that just because he pussied out over a motorcycle. “What the fuck kind of question is that?!”Kirishima laughs, “Let’s motor then.” Ah, here it is. Kirishima on his motorcycle. At first, Bakugo waits on the curb of the sidewalk in front of the dorms, dressed in a black sweater and jeans, school bag in hand. Bakugo’s heart beats fast as he waits, muttering insults to himself under his breath. Then, there’s the rumbling purr of a vehicle, fast approaching and aggressive. Kirishima pulls into view, on some 80’s Suzuki, the motorcycle’s red coat gleaming in the winter sun as Kirishima makes a complete stop dead in front of Bakugo.The helmet comes off, and Bakugo grits his teeth, fighting tooth and nail against a boner. Kirishima has on ripped jeans and a black leather jacket, that was just a bit too attractive for Bakugo to muster. Even the idiotic choice to wear flip flops on a motorcycle turns Bakugo on. “You have everything?” Kirishima asks; his gelled hair is every which direction,matted down from the helmet. Bakugo is seconds away from having a raging hard on.“Dunno. Think I do,” Bakugo tries to play it cool, but his leg fidgets towards his crotch.“Hey, c’mere,” Kirishima sighs, dismounting the motorbike. Bakugo doesn’t argue, and steps towards Kirishima. He smiles at Bakugo, and shakes off his jacket.“What’re you doing?” Bakugo asks wearily, his cheeks burning red.“Giving you my jacket,” Kirishima replies simply. “Put it on. I’ll put my helmet on for you.”“I can damn do that shit perfectly fucking fine by myself! I’m not fucking helpless!” Bakugo blows up, snatching Kirishima’s jacket from his hands.“Okay, okay! Calm down, princess,” Kirishima teases, earning a hard stare from Bakugo as he pulls on his jacket. “I’m a whole fucking Duke, got it?” He spits, relishing in the way that Kirishima’s jacket was too big for him. It smelt just like the stupid Crimson Riot cologne he used- Bakugo’s cheeks turn red at the smell. It smells like… a man.Then, Kirishima gives him the helmet. “Put it on. You want help getting up on the bike?”“What’s with you? I’m not your damn girlfriend! I can do all this stupid shit by myself!” Bakugo barks, pushing the helmet onto his head.“Where’d you get the girlfriend idea from?” Kirishima laughs, already on his bike. Bakugo blushes, “That’s what you’re damn treating me like!”Bakugo scrambles onto the bike as Kirishima coos, “Get on, sweetheart! My sister’s gonna be so jealous of your big boobs!”“Shut the hell up!” Bakugo snaps, smacking Kirishima’s shoulder as the boy laughs. “You’re fucking stupid, you know that?”“Awh Katsuki, you don’t really mean that!”“Hey! Who the fuck let you use my real name?! You’d better put that back in your mouth!” Bakugo yells, hitting Kirishima’s shoulder repeatedly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Bakugo- Bakugo stop- I’m gonna start driving. Put your arms around me.”“What?!” Bakugo cries, acting enraged to keep up the act of not being interested in Kirishima at all. He’s not sure it’s working too well.“Just do it, Bakugo. Please?” Kirishima sighs, and Bakugo grumbles. He slips his arms around Kirishima’s torso, his face resting into a pretty shade of pink.“Hold on tight!” Kirishima calls, and Bakugo manages to rest his head against Kirishima’s shoulder with the helmet covering his face. Kirishima revs his bike, and they’re off. Bakugo’s arms, wrapped around Kirishima, squeeze him tight as he lets out a shaky breath. The motorcycle picks up speed, and Bakugo can’t believe he’s wearing Kirishima Eijiro’s leather jacket and his stupid helmet with flames on the side. It feels like some old romance movies from years ago. Kirishima parks his motorcycle in the driveway, per Bakugo’s approval, and he jumps down first. “Let me help you,” He offers, holding out his hand. Bakugo’s irritation is gone, because here Kirishima is, with his biceps showing and his big hand waiting for Bakugo’s to be in it. Bakugo’s heart is beating erratically as he makes his decision, and he prays Kirishima will make it for him.“Bakugo? You in there?” Kirishima calls, waving his hand around in front of the helmet’s face-shield thing. Bakugo whacks his hand away, and then takes his other hand. “Just help me down, you idiot!”“Okay!” Kirishima agrees cheerily. He holds Bakugo’s hand patiently as he gets off the motorcycle, squeezing Kirishima’s hand every so often for support. When Bakugo’s feet are finally on the ground, Bakugo pulls off Kirishima’s helmet.“Take your stupid helmet,” Bakugo mutters, his face red and spiky hair probably looking something like a mess.“Hey, it’s not stupid!” Kirishima argues, hanging it on the handle of his bike, “Oh man, are your parents home?”“It’s their fucking house,” Bakugo tells him blatantly, “Of course they’re here.”“They make me so nervous,” Kirishima confesses, putting his hands in his pockets. Bakugo starts walking, “Eh? What makes you nervous about them?”“Everything!” Kirishima tells him, starting after him. “They’re just your parents, so I feel like- I don’t know, like I have to make some big impression or something!”“They already love you because of the shit you pulled in Kamino,” Bakugo sighs, stopping at his porch. He looks at Kirishima, “You have jack shit to worry about.”Kirishima pauses at the foot of Bakugo’s porch steps. With his windswept hair and ruffled Abba t-shirt, the look in his big eyes was just a little more sincere. “Kamino feels like yesterday, doesn’t it?”Bakugo is silent. The wind blows, swaying Kirishima’s stiff hair and loose clothes, and Bakugo feels his heart tighten. It does feel like yesterday. It’s almost too much for Bakugo to remember; men and women he’d hated, crowding him, trying their hardest to convince Bakugo because they thought he’d join them. And it hurt. It hurt a lot. It hurt more than being captured, than being tied down in that stupid chair, it hurt to know that he looked so bad it reached the point of villains believing it. There’s All Might, pride swelling in his chest, and a distraught look on his face as Bakugo is dragged away.And then- then he remembers Kirishima. His red hair whipping in the wind, his face was pulled tight in pain, his wide hand, illuminated by the moonlight, was outstretched to Bakugo. He called for him, and Bakugo’s whole world changed that night. Kirishima didn’t call for Bakugo as though he were a victim, some damsel in distress, and he didn’t call for him as though he felt obligated to. He didn’t call for him because he thought Bakugo might turn into a villain- he called, Bakugo had realized, because Kirishima had genuinely missed his friend, was truly worried for his well being, was, in all, distraught without him. Not because he felt bad, or saw potential in Bakugo, or because he was his competition, or felt like he really just had to save him- he was there because they were best friends. That’s all.“I was really fucking scared, Kirishima.” Is all Bakugo can tell him. His eyes are rounded with sadness and his chest hurts to the point that his breathing becomes odd. Kirishima is clearly about to speak, but the door opens before he can.It’s Bakugo’s fucking mom. “Ma! You interrupted by damn conversation!”“Kirishima! Oh my god, get out of the cold, come inside!” Mitsuki hollers, and Bakugo stands aside, pissed the hell off as Kirishima bows to his mother, “Please excuse my intrusion! I came to help Bakugo pack his things!”“Don’t worry sweetie, you’re not intruding at all!” Mitsuki gasps, and she ushers Kirishima inside instead of her own son. As Bakugo starts to follow, Mitsuki stops him.“Is this Kirishima’s jacket?” She demands as she roughly wipes something off of Bakugo’s cheek.“Yeah- stop that!- it’s his. What’s the damn problem? Can I go inside?” Bakugo waves his mother’s hand away, to which she pinches his cheek.“I remember when your father gave me his jean jacket back in college! He used to be so hot back then,” Mitsuki recalls whimsically. Bakugo makes a gagging noise, and Mitsuki glares at him. “Get in, brat, you’ll catch a cold.”Bakugo is pushed into the house. He sets his school bag down on his couch, where Kirishima has already placed his on the floor. Speaking of which, Kirishima was talking to Bakugo’s dad in the kitchen.“Staying at Kirishima’s house, huh? Keep your boners in check, dumbass,” Mitsuki snorts, to which Bakugo turns and shrieks at her. “Shut up! I remember when I first stayed at your father’s house… your grandparents hated me. They thought I was noisy or some bullshit like that. But I don’t care, I married their son anyways.”“Mom, shut up! He’s right in the kitchen!” Bakugo snaps, and Mitsuki narrows her eyes at her son. “Maybe I shouldn’t have fucked your dad without a condom, though.”“Mom, you’re this close from getting your ass blown off your body,” Bakugo snarls, walking with his mother to the kitchen. Mitsuki cackles, “Look who’s talking! Keep running your mouth and I’ll pummel you into the fucking ground kid!”“Ma,” Bakugo hisses after her threats die down. They walk into the hallway leading to the kitchen, “When did you confess to dad? Said you liked him and all that shit?”Mitsuki’s eyes gleam with a sudden pride, and she ruffles her son’s hair. “Are you finally growing a pair of balls?! Oh my handsome boy, you’re gonna lose your virginity, aren’t you?!”“Ma!”“Shh, it’s alright son! What I did with your father, I went up to him and I said, you’re so cute, I really wanna suck your dick, and that’s how we started dating!” Mitsuki tells Bakugo excitedly, her arm around his shoulders. Bakugo, his face red from his head to his chin, whines helplessly. “Mom, I will fucking kill you!”“I hope Kirishima’s dick is really big,” Mitsuki sighs. “Your father’s dick is really big. Hey, you’re sixteen, so that’s the only reason I’m condoning you losing your virginity, got it? And because Kirishima’s a hunk of a boy who I wish were twenty. So don’t get any ideas about drugs and shit, got it?!”“Mom, I don’t do fucking drugs!” Bakugo whispers, about to pass out.“Good, you stupid virgin loser. Make sure you use a lot of lube. And never do it raw! Always with a condom!”“Ma!” Bakugo yells, on the verge of a panic attack. “I can’t tell you anything! Jesus fuck!”He pulls away from her as she chatters on behind him, stomping into the kitchen and taking a seat beside Kirishima.“What’s up, son! I was just talking to Kirishima,” Masuro greets, and he looks oddly happy. Mitsuki soon joins them, taking a seat beside Masuro. “Boys, you two are gonna have so much fucking fun!”“Sweetie, please don’t curse.”“Thanks for letting Bakugo stay over! It means a lot to me!” Kirishima thanks him, his smile bright. Bakugo looks away from the dumb wall he was staring at, shifting his gaze onto Kirishima Eijiro. His mom was right. Kirishima was a hunk. Bakugo wanted nothing more then to stick his tongue in his mouth and call him handsome.“Bakugo! Did you hear me?”Bakugo snaps out of his Kirishima-induced trance to glare at his mother, “What?!”“I’m gonna run and buy some detergent, and you’d better give it to Kirishima’s mother! And don’t you dare leave before I can say goodbye!” She says, already on her feet and searching for her keys.“Go ahead and get to packing, boys.” Masuro dismisses them, giving both his son and Kirishima a timid smile. Bakugo grunts, and he gets up and lumbers off, Kirishima close behind him. “Your parents are so awesome!”“I thought they made you nervous,” Bakugo mutters. Kirishima laughs, “Yeah, but that’s just beforehand! I’m not nervous at all when I talk to them.”“Yeah? You’re an idiot,” Bakugo sighs, pushing himself up the stairs. Kirishima jogs after him, “I know I’m an idiot. But I’m, like your idiot best friend!”“That makes you so much more of an idiot,” Bakugo sighs. Bakugo’s room is not bountifully decorated. He had moved some of his decorations to the dorms, for one, and there just wasn’t much he thought was worthy enough to be on the dark, blackened walls of his room. There was an All Might poster above his bed, a poster for Linkin Park, and that beyond that, the decorations consisted of that Red Riot figurine ( which he usually keeps in his form) sitting on his desk.“This is your room?!” Kirishima gapes, “But in the dorms you have so much more All Might stuff!”“Tch, it’s not even that much All Might shit,” Bakugo mutters, hands shoved into his pockets.“Bakugo, you have so much All Might shit that I can’t see the wall next to your bed,” Kirishima states bluntly, looking dead at Bakugo. Bakugo’s cheeks darken, “Hey, shut the fuck up! I’m not a fucking otaku, got it?!”“I didn’t say you was, Blasty!” Kirishima laughs, becoming illiterate all of a sudden.“Shut your illiterate ass up and get me some shirts from my drawer!”“I’m not illiterate! I didn’t use bad grammar!” Kirishima argues as he makes his way to Bakugo’s drawers. “What did I even say wrong?!”“You’re so illiterate that you don’t know good grammar from bad grammar,” Bakugo grunts as he reaches for his suitcase, way on the highest shelf of his closet.“I’m not illiterate because I didn’t say anything wrong!” Kirishima cries, and Bakugo manages to drag the empty suitcase down. He sets it on his bed, “You said; I didn’t say you was. That’s shit grammar.”Kirishima opens his mouth to speak, and Bakugo grins in triumph as he watches it close again. “You know what, Bakugo? Fuck you. I’ll be as illiterate as I want!”“Fuck you more,” Bakugo spits, migrating back to his closet to get pants. “I’m just trying to make you smarter.”“Why’re you so pissed? I use bad grammar, like, once and you’re on me,” Kirishima’s suddenly fiery temper shows no signs of cooling. Bakugo doesn’t mind- he likes to fight anyways.“Cos you’re already an idiot, so I’m tryna fix it!” Bakugo yells, yanking a pair of jeans from the hangar.“You’re the idiot! You used tryna. Idiot! The full thing is trying to! You’re the dumb one here,” Kirishima laughs, and Bakugo’s eyebrows furrow at the insult. Kirishima sure loves to make fun of Bakugo, and today was no different. This was only the beginning of a battle; something that might just escalate into a full war of insults and jabs.“The shit grammar I use is for the look,” Bakugo throws in four pairs of either skinny, extremely baggy or half destroyed jeans with rips just about everywhere, in the suitcase. “You use shit grammar without realizing it, which means you’re a fucking idiot.”“You don’t have any look besides big fucking douchebag,” Kirishima hisses, “You know that? You go to bed at eight thirty, and you do all your homework and the most bad kid shit you’ve done all year was fight with Deku. And that’s not even bad kid shit! You’re a fucking nerd!”“Fuck you! You listen to BTS!” Bakugo insults, and Kirishima stops all actions. He turns around, and Bakugo knows he’s hurt him. He looks at Bakugo- a hurt look, really, with his red eyes wide and face contorted with pain.“What?” Kirishima’s voice is soft, barely audible.“Kirishima, I didn’t fucking-,”“No, it’s okay,” Kirishima smiles, closing his eyes and turning his head away. “I just pray Yoongi didn’t hear it.”“Kirishima, he didn’t fucking hear it, he lives in a different fucking country,” Bakugo explains in exasperation. Worried that he really might’ve hurt Kirishima’s feelings, he steps forward and grabs his shoulder, “Hey. Are you butthurt?”“BTS for life,” Kirishima croaks, looking pained. Bakugo clicks his tongue in irritation, slapping his hand on the back of Kirishima’s head as he laughs. “I thought you were being serious! Fuck you!”“I am being serious!” Kirishima laughs, “Everyday my heart aches in longing to see Taehyung again!”Kirishima met V, a BTS member, once. Bakugo was once informed that Kirishima had his pictures with V on his wall, in his mom’s house. Bakugo was not too excited to see them.“I think that’s enough clothes,” Kirishima mentions, after setting down a couple of sweaters and a few shirts. “You have jackets and stuff right? Do you wanna take any shoes?”“Yeah, get some jackets for me and I’ll put in some shoes,” Bakugo says, and Kirishima nods. They head both to his closet, and return together with white shoes, green converse, two jean jackets and one, thick windbreaker. It’s shoved into Bakugo’s suitcase, and disappears once Bakugo zips the whole thing closed.“This is gonna be a big fucking shit show,” Bakugo mutters, pulling his suitcase onto the ground. “I’m going downstairs.”“Wait, let me look at your room for a couple more seconds!” Kirishima protests, but Bakugo is already out his door. As Bakugo walks down the hall to the staircase, Kirishima chasing after him, he really can’t believe how nervous he is. His stomach is in knots, his hands were trembling and his toes keep curling all weird and shit. Was this what it was like to meet your best friends family? Surely it shouldn’t be anything too eventful?But maybe it’s different when that best friend saved your life. And if that best friend just so happens to be the only boy you’ll ever love. Bakugo grits his teeth, almost cringing as he remembers how bad of a crush he has on Kirishima.“Hey Bakugo!” It’s the very same best friend who’s always in Bakugo’s thoughts. He’s such a dumb idiot. Bakugo turns to look at Kirishima, with his gelled hair pressed down in odd directions, his ruffled rock-band shirt and ripped jeans, and he feels his heart drop into his stomach. Kirishima hadn’t even said anything yet.“You should start calling me Eijiro now,” Kirishima suggests, standing front and center in front of Bakugo. Bakugo’s face burns a million colors. “Your first name? What? Where the fuck is this coming from?”“You’re gonna be around a lot of other Kirishimas,” Kirishima, who’s Eijiro now, days, frowning. “You’re gonna end up using a lot of first names.”“Fine! But after I leave your damn house, it’s back to Kirishima, got it?!” First name privileges! Butterflies and rampant, raging demons fly around Bakugo’s stomach and beat the shit out of him internally. Could today get any better?“Bakugo,”“And, if you’re fucking letting me use yours, I guess,” Bakugo’s tongue twists. He can’t look Kirishima in the eye. Not when his face is so red an his whole body is screaming. He stares at the floor as he says, “you can use my fucking first name too.”“Ka-,” Eijiro cuts himself off. Bakugo glances up at him, having desperately wanted to hear his first name be said by Eijiro himself. Bakugo is surprised by the redness of Eijiro’s cheeks, and the wide, shocked look in his eyes. Then, Eijiro mumbles, “Katsuki.”“Just until break’s over,” Katsuki snaps, but what he really wants Eijiro to do is to use his first name… well, to use it forever.“Katsuki, I-,”“Katsuki! Get down here!” Mitsuki yells, and Katsuki is seconds away from flying off the platform and beating his mother’s face in.“I’m goddamn going!” Katsuki screeches, and walks quickly past Eijiro, suitcase in hand. Eijiro follows him, but Katsuki is desperate to keep some distance. If he doesn't, he might rip off Eijiro’s pants and suck him off then and there.In the kitchen, Mitsuki stands with laundry detergent and a hand on her hip, her thick jacket unzipped to her stomach. Masuro is stood beside her, unpacking whatever other groceries she’s brought onto the counter.“When is your mother expecting you, Kirishima?” Mitsuki’s angry face somehow softens when her gaze switches to Eijiro. He smiles awkwardly, and Katsuki can almost feel the embarrassment radiating off of him. “It’s four right now, so I’m thinking she’ll want me before dinner.”“Then you’d better be on your way,” Mitsuki smiles at him, then looks at her son. Katsuki glares at her, but her look remains gentle. “I’ll miss you boy,” Mitsuki sighs, stepping forward and reaching out her hand and cupping Katsuki’s face. Katsuki, though enraged, lets his mother express her affections. “No bad fucking language, ya hear? And I want you to be super damn nice to Kirishima’s mother. So nice that it makes you wanna beat the shit out of Kirishima.”“That’s too fucking nice!” Katsuki argues, although he knows that there have been plenty of times where he’s wanted to beat the shit out of Eijiro.“Exactly, twerp. Don’t insult anybody, and don’t blow anything up. Don’t even use your fucking quirk under that nice womans roof, got it? Cook for them and clean up after yourself, or you’re a dead motherfucker,” Mitsuki continues, dragging on with her lecture. Katsuki would’ve tuned out long ago, if it weren’t for the annoying, motherly hand on his cheek. “If you ever need to come back to the house, I put the key in your backpack.”“Okay,” Katsuki grumbles, and Mitsuki pauses from her scoldings to look at him. Her gaze breaks, and she kisses Katsuki’s head. “I love you, dumbass. Eat all your meals, okay? Call me if you ever need anything. Or if you ever want to. Just call me, alright?”“Ma, it’s only a couple weeks,” Katsuki mutters, embarrassed by the sudden rush of affection brought upon by his mother.“That’s a long time for a mother, okay?! Go say goodbye to your father while I take this damn jacket off!” Mitsuki, offended, gently flicks her son’s head and steps away from him. Katsuki grunts, again, happy to be released from his mother’s hold. He looks around for Eijiro and notices he’s talking with his father.“So these are our phone numbers,” Katsuki hears his father say as he approaches the duo. “He’ll never call us,but I’m counting on you to do that for him.”“I always fucking call you old people!” Katsuki yells, but he’s ignored by Eijiro and Masuro both.“And Katsuki’s not too much of a hassle. He’s just got a short temper, and he sweats buckets in his sleep, so make sure he shaves his arm pits. And Kirishima, you have to make sure that he’s all bundled up if you guys ever go out in the snow, this kid catches colds way too easy.”“I sure will!” Eijiro agrees cheerfully, and Katsuki growls. “Hey, you old idiot! Tell Eijiro one more thing and your head’s coming off!”“Eijiro?” His parents repeat, dropping every one of their actions as they say the name. Eijiro looks with wide eyes to the furious Katsuki, and both boys are blushing.“Got a fucking problem?” Katsuki snarls, and tears almost burst out of his parents’ eyes. They flock to Katsuki and Eijiro, “He’s never called any of his friends by their first names!” Mitsuki wails,“You two are so close! I’m so happy for you, Katsuki!” Masuro says, pride welling in his chest. Katsuki smacks his father’s hand, which was holding his shoulder, “Stop making a big fucking deal about it! God, it’s just because he has a gi-fucking-normous family, got it?!”“That’s such a big deal!” Mitsuki cries, and Masuro moves from his son to his wife, “Look at our boy! He has a best friend!”“We’re fucking leaving! Eijiro, come on!” Katsuki yells over his parents’ fawning, grabbing his suitcase as he storms out of the kitchen and into the living room.“He said it again!”“Shut the hell up!” Katsuki yells from across the hall, pissed at the world. Why did his parents have to be involved? Why was it so important? Couldn’t he have snuck in and out of the house, texted his parents “bye” and rode off with Eijiro on his dope ass motorbike without all this embarrassment? He hears Eijiro thank his parents, and then he hears his footsteps running towards Katsuki.“You’re parents are the best!” Eijiro says, and Katsuki whips his head to glower at Eijiro. “Keep talking and the jacket gets thrown to the dogs,” Katsuki threatens, tugging at the collar of Eijiro’s leather jacket.“You still haven’t taken it off?” Eijiro comments as Katsuki hauls on his school bag. “No. Figured I’m just gonna get back on the bike anyway.”“Facts,” Eijiro agrees, and Katsuki clicks his tongue at the use of the word. Then he says, “Where the hell am I putting all my shit?”“There’s a storage thing right under the seat,” Eijiro says, “Your suitcase is small, so it’ll fit. Hey, you ready to go?”“Yeah, think so.” Katsuki mumbles, picking up his suitcase. His parents interrupt their moment, gushing and making weird, old people noises.“Best behavior, Katsuki,” Masuro reminds, splitting from his wife to give his son a kiss to the head. Masuro’s affections didn’t bother Katsuki as much as they did with Mitsuki’s, but it still pisses him off that his father decided to kiss his son’s head in front of Eijiro. “Be good, okay? I’ll call you when we’re at the airport.”“Fine. Bye, pops.” Katsuki mutters, sounding somewhat furious as he bids his father goodbye. Masuro ruffles his head, and steps away to speak with Eijiro about god knows what. Mitsuki, who has just finished coddling Eijiro, turns to her actual son. “Remember what I told you about me and your dad?” She reminds, her eyes shining. Katsuki bares his teeth at his mother, “Mom, I’m leaving.”“Behave, brat. Call me.” Mitsuki chides, petting his head and managing to smile at her son. Katsuki forces on an obvious grin, and Mitsuki squeezes his cheek. She steps away from him, and joins Eijiro, who’s already bid farewell to his parents. Katsuki picks up his suitcase, and his parents look on as they unlock the front door.“Bye!” Masuro calls,“Take care of the bitch ass, Kirishima!” Mitsuki pleads, and Katsuki turns to glare at her. “Good fuckin’ bye.” He growls as Kirishima waves frantically. “Bye! Thank you so much for everything!” He thanks and cries, before Katsuki finally shuts the door.“Ready to ride?” Eijiro asks Katsuki, grinning from ear to ear.“I can’t believe you ask me such outrageous fucking questions,” Katsuki sighs impatiently, “Open the seat thingy of your freakin’ bike or I’ll kill you dead.”“I will if I can tell you about my family while I do,” Eijiro agrees, and it’s then that Katsuki notices how red his cheeks have grown. Was he cold?“Duh you can tell me about your family. Tell me about whatever the hell you want,” Katsuki, in his usual tone of complaint, says to him.“Good!” Eijiro cheers, and he takes Katsuki’s bag from his hand and starts his story before Katsuki can even begin to think of speaking. “So what really gets people is my family is huge. I have six siblings.”“You have six- what?” Katsuki’s eyes are as wide as the moon, and his mouth is open in shock. “How’d your mom push that many fucking kids out?!”“Don’t ask me,” Eijiro shrugs. Katsuki grabs the helmet from the motorcycle’s handle and starts to put it on as Eijiro continues. “I’m the eldest. There’s Makoto, Akira, Akimi, Ash and Junta. And, almost everybody in my family is gonna come stay at our house. Or, everybody that’s like, close family, you know? My aunt, Kokomi, will be there, and she she’s got two American kids, Kaede and Keiji, and then there’s her new husband, Michael, and her old husband, Minjun will probably be there,”“Hey, shut up! Slow down!” Katsuki suddenly yells, “Why do you have so much damn family?! Jesus! And- and is Minjun from Korea?”“You got it!” Eijiro agrees happily, shoving Katsuki’s bag into the storage department under the motorcycle seat. “And then there’s my uncle Ryota, and his wife Yumeko, and their annoying little kid, Mei. Their older son, Hayato, who’s way cooler than Mei, is off in university. Anyways, then we have my grandparents, and Ash’s grandparents, and Ash’s dad will probably be there-,”Katsuki interrupts Eijiro again, “You guys have different dads?”“Ash and Junta have different dads,” Eijiro pauses his family explanation to explain a different story, “Me and the rest of my siblings all have the same dad, but he’s a deadbeat. Ash’s dad is pretty cool. Akimi and Akira think they’d be a cute couple if they got back together, but Ash’s dad is gay.”Katsuki snickers at that, “Who was his gay awakening?”“Mom figured it out after having Ash. She caught him jerking it to Hawks, Tokoyami’s hero internship dude.” Eijiro chuckles, and Katsuki grins. “Your mom’s got a shitty taste in men.”“Oh, she does,” Eijiro laughs, slamming the seat shut after fitting Katsuki’s suitcase in it. “Shoulda seen Junta’s dad. He ended out crazy after my mom didn’t want to abort Junta. Tried to get me to do heroin a week before Junta was born, but my mom found us and she beat the shit outta him.”Katsuki really laughs at that, “He tried to do heroin with you?! Where the hell is he now?”“Let me help you up,” Eijiro offers in a mutter, but with or without Katsuki’s consent, Eijiro has his hand in his. Katsuki, distracted by the story, lets Eijiro help him up without realizing it.“Junta’s dad ran away after my mom beat him up. I think he’s homeless now,” Eijiro sighs, mounting the bike. “Hey, Katsuki, put your arms around me. I’m gonna start driving, alright?”“Fuck you,” Katsuki says, buckling his helmet. Eijiro laughs at that, and revs up his bike. The ride is smooth. Eijiro is a very good driver. Katsuki, who’s really trying not to chuck off his helmet and put his face on Eijiro’s bare neck, is pretty content holding onto Eijiro’s wide, pretty damn beefy feeling torso. Katsuki manages to catch glimpses of the muscles in Eijiro’s arms, flexing gloriously in the cloudy sunlight. Katsuki blushes every time he sees it. He also notices that Eijiro’s red hair is halfway black. He’s noticed it before, but it’s only now that he’s able to really get a good look at it.“When will you cut your hair?” Katsuki shouts into the wind, “Shit’s touching your shoulders!”“I’m chopping it in a few days! My hair will be totally black by then, and I’ll just dye it when I get red hair dye for Christmas!” Eijiro yells back, and the image of Eijiro with pure black hair in Katsuki’s mind is a very foreign one. He was used to seeing Eijiro with black roots, or maybe some strands of black hair, but never completely black. He wonders how it’ll look on him for most of the ride, when he’s not worrying about the size of Eijiro’s family, staring at Eijiro’s arms or yelling insults at traffic lights and trying to have a conversation with Eijiro through screams.Their arrival is short of grand. Eijiro lives in an apartment building, of sorts, with faded bricks and covered in head to toe with plants, moss, oversized trees and dogs running around kids as they kicked around soccer balls and sit on the sidewalk, having Pokémon battles. Eijiro’s apartment faced another row of cheap-looking apartment buildings, stacked bricks faded in color, little windows and large plants.“This place is cramped,” Katsuki says to Eijiro, standing beside the motorcycle as Eijiro opens the storage compartment. “It’s where poor people live.” Eijiro jokes, and Katsuki almost feels embarrassed.“Is your house small too?”“It’s got two stories,” Eijiro replies, managing to tug open his seat. A couple of kids wave to Eijiro, tripping past Katsuki on their way. Eijiro gives them a short wave back, and continues trying to pry open his seat.“So then it just looks really fucking tiny on the outside,” Katsuki grunts, crossing his arms. Eijiro chuckles, “If that’s how you wanna put it. It’s still an apartment, though.”He finally opens the seat, “That took a long fucking time.” Katsuki mutters, about to make his way to help Eijiro remove his bag. Eijiro was already hauling it out for him.“Have you ever been to poor people houses?” Eijiro grins, facing Katsuki now as he travels over to him, suitcase in hand.Katsuki grabs his suitcase aggressively, “Yes I damn have. What kind of guy do you think I am?”“A rich one.” Eijiro tells him bluntly, keys jangling in his hand as he walks ahead of Katsuki.“Just cos I’m fucking rich doesn’t mean I’m not friends with poor people and shit!” Katsuki argues, loudly, following Eijiro furiously.Eijiro sniffs, looking around his front yard as he walks up the porch. “Katsuki, you only have me, Sero and Kaminari as friends. You have never been to our houses.”“Okay, but that’s beside the point that I’m not friends with poor people,” Katsuki says proudly, as though being friends with poor people was a very good accomplishment. He joins Eijiro on his porch as he rattles his keys, attempting to unlock the front door.“You’re way too rich, dude!” Eijiro laughs. The door is opened, and Katsuki suddenly realizes that Eijiro has opened the gates to hell. Beyond that doorway, three weeks of torture with seven kids and a shit load of old people, awaited him. Eijiro’s already inside as Katsuki’s fear washes through his body.“Katsuki, c’mon!” Eijiro beckons from the doorway.At least I’ll get to see Eijiro coming out of the shower, Katsuki thinks. Oh fuck yeah. That’s the good shit. That’s the shit that matters here.That’s all it takes to get Katsuki to go in. He drags his suitcase along and adjusts his school bag, shutting the door behind him.“Leave all your stuff there. Everybody’s probably in the kitchen, so c’mon!” Eijiro ushers.“Fuck off, I’m going!” Katsuki snaps. He leaves his belongings by the door, and abandons his shoes. In the distance, he hears it. Kids. Katsuki grimaces, almost cowering behind Eijiro.“I’m home!” Eijiro yells. There’s chatter, and then the footsteps come, accompanied by happy shrieking. Three kids come running down the hallway at full speed, yelling and shoving, and Eijiro does something unbelievable. He runs towards them. He gets on his knees, and lets them jump on him, cover him in kisses as a greeting and hit his shoulder or something. Another little girl stands at the hallway, and she looks pissed off.“Akimi, stop it! Stop, no more, Ash, my feet are not to play,” Eijiro scolds, shooing the three little girls off of him.“Ei-chan, you haven’t been home from the dorms since school started!” This one little girl, who looks older than the youngest and younger than the tallest girl, complains. There’s tears in her big red eyes, which Eijiro is quick to wipe away.“Well, I’m here now!” Eijiro says, and Katsuki, standing a foot or two away from them, can see how big Eijiro’s smile is. He smiles at the thought, and as he and his siblings reunite, Katsuki decides to look around. Eijiro was right- his house was small. The living room was cramped, and served as a dining room too, the long table set right beside their couch. The hallway down from the room Katsuki was in was sure to be the kitchen, and the stairs were equally as cramped as everything else was. The stairs, nothing other than cheap-looking, went only a little higher than where the television was set up. There were few decorations, and Katsuki thinks that’s for good reason, but a shit load of toys were scattered throughout the seriously small living room. He doesn’t know how many people can live in such a small space when Katsuki already has a hard time living in his giant house with just his parents.“Hey!” A little girl calls Katsuki back to earth, and when Katsuki turns his furious gaze onto her, his angry emotions break. She was a clone of Eijiro. Her hair was black and looked exactly the same as Eijiro’s, her nose was just like her brother’s, the shape of her lips and the big, emotional red eyes were that of Eijiro’s too. “Who the hell are you?!”“Hey! Curse again and see what happens, little lady!” Eijiro scolds, rising to his feet with the youngest child in his arms.“I’m Eijiro’s friend,” Katsuki huffs. “Sorry to intrude or whatever.”“Why are you wearing Ei-chan’s jacket?” Now, this girl was just like Eijiro too. Her eyes were narrow and pretty, but they remained red all the same, and her black hair, though straight and soft looking, resembled Eijiro’s. Like the older kid, this little girl had Eijiro’s lips- but her nose was pretty different. Nonetheless, she looks like a Kirishima.“Because he’s my boyfriend,”Katsuki’s mouth opens. At first, his eyes are wide in shock. Then, there’s explosives popping from his palms and sending smoke into the air, “What the hell?! We’re not-,”Eijiro hurries to Katsuki’s side, and slaps his hands, “He’s still shy about it!”“I’m not shy about shit!” Katsuki screams, unsure of what he’s even yelling about by now. His heart beats erratically in his chest, and he’s on the verge of passing out.“Must be very liking him to have Ei-chan’s jacket,” The little girl in Eijiro’s arms mumbles, her cheek resting on Eijiro’s shoulder and big eyes looking up at him. Though her hair was a very, very light brown color, and her eyes were somewhat American looking, she still had Eijiro’s face. And the red eyes, too.
This is bullshit! It’s impossible to blow their fucking faces off because they’re all Eijiro-fucking munchkin minions!
“Yeah, I like him so damn much that he gave me his jacket,” Katsuki hisses, glowering at Eijiro. Though his cheeks are on fire, he guesses there’s a reason that has to do with Katsuki’s stay here for saying that he and Eijiro were dating.“Take it off!” The older looking girl demands, “Nobody deserves Ei-chan!”That pisses Katsuki off. What he really fucking hates are kids. “Hey, if there’s anybody who deserves your stupid brother it’s me, you fu-,”“Katsuki, this is Akira!” Eijiro introduces loudly, putting a hand over Katsuki’s mouth. “She’s the eldest of the girls.”“I’m nine!” Akira says proudly, giving Katsuki a thumbs up. “And I hate you!”“I hate you too!” Katsuki shouts through Eijiro’s fingers.“This right here is Akimi,” Eijiro introduces, patting the somewhat young sister’s head. The one with the narrow eyes. Akimi smiles at Katsuki, and holy shit, it looks like a shark smiled at him. “Hi! I’m seven,” She greets, “Please take care of my big brother! He’s the biggest idiot ever, and he likes K-Pop and weird old people music, and he loves weird old people stuff too, and he-,”“Akimi!” Eijiro complains. Katsuki clicks his tongue, “She was just getting to the good stuff! Hey, kid, I like you.”Akimi giggles, “I like you too!”“No, don’t like him!” Akira cries, “He’s a big jerk!”“And this is Ash!” Eijiro says, stepping in between Akira and Katsuki before they could break out in a fight. “She’s four. Ash, can you say hi to Katsuki?”“Hi,” Ash mumbles quietly, before burying her face in Eijiro’s shoulder again. Katsuki doesn’t have a problem with her. She seems sweet, but Katsuki might just end up pummeling all these kid’s asses before the week’s end.“Hey,” Katsuki grunts.“Akira! Akira, why is your cereal bowl on the floor?!”“Mama!” Akira and Akimi shriek, and Ash perks up from Eijiro’s shoulder.Then, Katsuki sees her. She appears at the hallway, pushing through curtains of beads that hang from what Katsuki believes is the entrance to the kitchen. She’s short, her smooth-looking skin is brown, her chest was larger than Eijiro’s, and she had a baby in her arms. Eijiro was her spitting image- without the boobs and the baby. Her cheekbones were high and her eyes were large and red, her hair the same length and color of her son’s, looking exactly the same type of hair as Eijiro’s. Almost everything about her was exactly like Eijiro- besides the sharp jawline, and the size in their noses, Katsuki could not see much else different. If anyone wondered what Eijiro would look like as a woman, his mom would be the person to look at. And the thing with this woman was; she looked young. For a woman with six kids, she was short, her brown skin was well and shiny, almost nothing sagged and her red eyes were bright and clear.“Eijiro!” His mom’s tense face turns into one of pure joy. Katsuki’s mom usually looks at him with disgust.“Hey mama,” Eijiro greets, setting Ash onto the floor. He and his mother walk towards each other, and she wraps her son in a hug. It almost makes Katsuki blush, seeing Eijiro bend down to hug the little woman. “I’ve missed you, Daoming!”“Ma, I told you to stop calling me that!” Eijiro laughs, and his sisters gather around their mother’s legs. Eijiro and his mom pull away, but Eijiro was still slouched over and half-bending down to speak with her.“Yeah mommy, he looks like Taehyung with his red hair!” Akira says happily, and Katsuki prays to all the gods that they weren’t talking about BTS.“Ei-chan looks like Crimson Riot,” Ash argues loyally, in her quiet, gentle voice. The corner of Katsuki’s lip turns up that.“He’s looked like Daoming Si since he was a little boy!” The mother protests, as though she were a bickering sister. Who the hell was Daoming Si? And who was Taehyung? What about the baby knocked out in Kirishimom’s arms? Feeling almost left out, Katsuki decides to step further away from the reunion. It was awkward to be some random dude at his best friend’s house on a holiday meant for couples and families.“Well, well, well,” Now, all the attention turns to Katsuki. He sweats a little more than usual. Kirimom is staring straight at Katsuki, her baby in one arm and the other hand on her hip. “You’re the kid my son risked his life saving.”What the hell does somebody say to that? In place of a proper response, Katsuki bows to her, “Sorry to intrude in your home during the holidays. Thanks for letting me stay. My mom asked me to give you a gift-,” Katsuki interrupts his forced gratitude by stalking over to his school backpack, unzipping it and pulling out the laundry detergent he’d shoved in there. While he goes and comes back, there’s complete, utter silence, with a pack of red eyes all on Katsuki.“Here,” Katsuki sticks out the gift. The mother takes it in her free hand, “Thank you, kid. What’s your name?”“His name is Katsuki Bakugo!” Eijiro replies enthusiastically, which doesn’t seem to phase his family at all. “He’s in my class, and he’s sixteen and turns seventeen in the spring, and he loves spicy food, and this is the guy I went rock climbing with the last holiday we had, and-,”“Hi Katsuki,” The mom sighs, smiling in amusement at her son. She turns her entertained gaze onto the confused Katsuki, “I’m Hana Kirishima, and the baby is Junta Kirishima. Most of our family is upstairs, but you’ll meet them all after I call them down.”“Okay,” Katsuki nods, not having much else to talk about with her.“Now, for the real questions!” Hana’s eyes gleam, “How long have you and Eijiro been dating?!”Katsuki is sure he’s going to die. He’s one hundred percent certain he is going to die. He lets out those pathetic “uh” and “um”s that only dumbass loser trash idiots, like Kaminari, do when they don’t know how to do a math equation involving PEMDAS, or some stupid shit that people who have no answers to any other stupid shit. Shit was so stupid that Katsuki doesn’t even have thoughts to describe how stupid shit was.“We aren’t dating,” Katsuki blurts. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Eijiro looks horrified, and Katsuki is on the verge of retching his guts.“Don’t be so shy, Katsuki,” Hana laughs, and Katsuki gets a glimpse at the rows of sharp teeth she had. Then, as she laughs, all her children smile too. All, 160 shark-like teeth, not counting Junta, all glint at him in the light of the doorway. Katsuki has never felt like shitting his pants in his life, but now he might just shit his intestine out. “Not when you’re wearing my son’s jacket like some cliche bullshit! You can be one hundred percent honest with me.”“Mommy, stop cursing!” Akimi huffs, looking upset at her mom.Katsuki is sure he’ll pass out once he says, “After we- after he saved me from, from Kamino. We kissed before he took me to the damn, the damn uh, police station. So, that-that’s what happened.”“Daoming Si, you told me he was all brash and ill-mannered!” Hana complains, turning to her son. Katsuki almost yells at her. She’s the fuckin’ ill mannered one here! Cursing in front of her kids and all! What the hell was her deal?! “He can’t even get a word out!”“He’s just shy! He wants to make a good impression, mama,” Eijiro explains quickly, moving to Katsuki as he does. But he doesn’t throw his hands around like he always does. Everyone knows damn well that if Eijiro doesn’t throw his hands around like a maniac, he’s lying through his Gillette teeth.“Katsuki, you made the book when Si told me you were rich!” Hana laughs, her children laugh, and Katsuki blushes and glowers at his feet. Eijiro puts his arm around Katsuki’s waist, setting off three thousand alarms throughout Katsuki’s body, and says, “Mama, don’t tease him like that! He just met you!”“He’s gonna have to love the shit outta me if he really loves you,” Hana snorts. Katsuki moves closer to Eijiro in his embarrassment, and then stays frozen stiff in that position.“I hate Katsuki!” Akira announces loudly. “Only cute guys can be with Ei-chan! Who’re nice too!”As Hana laughs, Eijiro yells, “Katsuki’s so cute that I risked my life to save him! Just so I could look at him more!”“I’m gonna fucking kill you,” Katsuki whispers feverishly into Eijiro’s neck, where his face is cowering beside.“But his hair is ugly!” Akira argues, “And he’s so skinny!”“My hair isn’t ugly!” Katsuki couldn’t contain himself anymore. “If anyone’s hair is ugly, it’s your brother’s crap hair! And I’m not skinny!”“Then take off the jacket and show us!” Akimi squeals from behind Hana’s leg.“Alright, quiet,” Hana hushes. Katsuki is grateful for her intervention, and is about to speak again until she starts to take deep breaths. “Si’s home!” She yells at the top of her lungs. Katsuki almost finds it funny how neither he or the Kirishima children were startled at all.First, a kid pops up. Katsuki can barely describe her- she looked like a Kirishima. Like a very beautiful, bratty looking child-Kirishima family member. With her wavy, dark colored hair brushing her shoulders, Katsuki notices her eyes were brown instead of red. Besides her seven-year-old beauty, this kid looked like a Monoma-level bitch. “Ei-chan, why are you making a racket?” The little girl demands to know, and Katsuki instantly hates her. “Mama and Papa are asleep!”“Tell Uncle Ryota I miss him and to come see me!” Eijiro replies, and he either doesn’t notice the kid’s bratty attitude or he doesn’t care much about it.“Mei, wake up your mommy and daddy! Tell them to come see their dear nephew and his handsome boyfriend!” Hana orders, and Katsuki likes that she wasn’t taking shit from the 2 year old.“I will not! They had a very long night last night!” Mei argues, waving her hand in disagreement. As Hana continues to yell at Mei, Eijiro leans in and says, “My uncle’s wife is a gambling addict.”“A gambling addict? And she has a whole fuckin’ kid?” Katsuki repeats under his breath. No wonder the kid was such a brat!“Would she have half a kid?” Eijiro jokes, and Katsuki looks at Eijiro in alarm, “Maybe she gambled half of the shitty child away!”Eijiro laughs, and Katsuki hits his arm. He doesn’t yell at him, having to hold his tongue in hopes to make a good impression on Hana Kirishima.“What is all this noise, so early in the morning?” The voice of a woman is what Katsuki hears, before the woman herself appears. If Katsuki were straight, he’s sure he’d be head over heels for each and every one of the women in this family. The woman walking down the stairs was beautiful. Her black hair, held in curls, brushed her hips, and her face was small, with prominent features and sharp, narrow yet large eyes. Her figure is that of a model.“Kokomi!” Eijiro cries, and the pretty lady looks at her kin through long eyelashes. Maybe beauty was a common gene in the Kirishima family.“Ei-chan!” Kokomi’s slightly irritated demeanor lightens up completely, and when she smiles, Katsuki almost sighs at the sight of razor sharp teeth. Were they all sharks? “When did you get here?!”“Just right now!” Eijiro tells her, running to the foot of the stairs to meet her. Eijiro watches them hug, and watches as Kokomi pets Eijiro’s matted hair and touches his wind blown face. While that happens, two teenagers showed up on the stairs. They were black kids, with lanky features and dark skin, which didn’t surprise Katsuki for some reason. They were tall too, and though they were a whole other race, Katsuki could easily pick apart the Kirishima traits. The boys had big, red, (Asian) eyes, the same faces and cheekbones- and when they smiled, Katsuki was greeted by rows of shark teeth once more.“Eijiro Kirishima!” One boy shouts, “Where the hell have you been?”“Kaede! You look uglier than the last Christmas I saw you!” Eijiro accuses, stepping away from Kokomi. Katsuki grins, happy to see the love of his life insulting people.“I’m not ugly!” Kaede, now angry, argues. “Do you know how many bitches I get in America?”“Hey, curse again in front of your cousins!” Kokomi chides, while Hana and her daughters laugh.“None!” The other kid beside Kaede cackles, “Kaede’s got no game!”“Keiji, you look gay,” Comes Eijiro’s greeting. Katsuki has to hide his laughter.“Says the gay one!” Keiji snorts, “I bet you brought a cardboard cut out of Crimson Riot shirtless home for Christmas! Gay ass!”Hana bursts out laughing, and Kokomi shakes her head in disappointment. Katsuki settles for chuckling as he leans against the wall, watching the weirdest family reunion he’s ever seen.“You’re about to be so disappointed! I brought a boy home, Keiji!” Eijiro points his wide finger at Katsuki. Laughter and smiles fade and end as all eyes turn to the pissed-looking Katsuki, drowning in Eijiro’s leather jacket.“He’s wearing your jacket,” Kokomi remarks. “You must like him a lot.”“Who the fuck is thaaaaat?” Kaede and Keiji whisper loudly, boring holes into Katsuki. Katsuki glares at them briefly, before ignoring everybody else and looking at Eijiro.Eijiro smiles at him, “He’s Katsuki Bakugo! He’s sixteen, and he turns seventeen in April and he likes to rock climb and he’s super manly, and-,”“I’m Keiji!”“I’m Kaede!”Eijiro’s speech is interrupted by his boisterous cousins in their American-accented Japanese, who are running down the stairs full speed. “Stop running! God, where are your manners?! Right in front of Ei-chan’s boyfriend too!”“Daoming Si has probably shown him worse!” Keiji caws, and suddenly, there’s two teenagers towering above him.“Hey, back off!” Katsuki barks, and the boys grin.“He’s fiesty!” Keiji gasps dramatically.“Keiji, you’re so damn annoying,” Kaede hits his shoulder, “Hey, I’m Kaede. I’m the eldest Kirishima cousin, and I’m a senior in high school.”“Quit crowding him!” Eijiro pushes himself in between his cousins, “God, you idiots!”“Move aside, pesky sons!” Kokomi says, and so, the boys move without another word. They reveal Kokomi, with a sleepy Ash Kirishima in her arms. Hana is only a couple ways behind her, children and all.“He doesn’t look like Shancai,” Kokomi calls to Hana. Her red gaze is hot and blazing against Katsuki’s skin, who fidgets awkwardly with so many people crowding him. He feels a bit helpless, and all he can do is move towards Eijiro.“Eijiro keeps saying he acts as rude as her,” Hana replies, sounding amused.“Hey, I’m not rude at all, idiot!” Katsuki shouts, needing to take his rage out on somebody. He hits his shoulder, and Eijiro laughs at him cheerfully.“Si, is this the boy you risked your life for?” Kokomi’s elegant voice is arched in judgment, her eyes locked with Eijiro’s. Well that’s a shitty question. Now Katsuki feels guilty.Eijiro wastes no time in answering, “Yeah, and I’d do it again if I had to!”“Mommy and daddy are awake!” It’s that shit brat kid from earlier. Mei. The whole family looks up to the stairs, and Katsuki takes this as an opportunity to dig his nails into Eijiro’s forearms and slouch beside him.“Hey, what the hell is going on here?” Katsuki whispers into Eijiro’s ear.“My family likes you!” Eijiro replies happily, in a hushed voice. “Now just act all lovey dovey and stuff! Do you wanna hug?”“What the fuck?! No!” Katsuki whispers furiously, pinching Eijiro. He winces, but puts his arm around the silently raging Katsuki anyway. “You’d better have a good fucking excuse about this.”“I do! I swear to god it’s super good,” Eijiro tells Katsuki in his ear, and Katsuki, realizing how close they are, pulls away in embarrassment. “Whatever, okay? You just should’ve told me we were gonna fake a whole fucking relationship.”“Ei-chan’s grandpa and grandma are awake too! And I don’t know where Ash’s daddy is, but I woke everybody up!” Mei says in this matter-of-a-factly voice that pisses Katsuki the hell off. He growls, turning his lip up at the kid. In attempt to cool his anger with embarrassment, he sinks further into Eijiro’s hold.“Mei, you haven’t even came and said hi to Ei-chan!” Akira yells. “Ei-chan brought a boy home, you know!” Akimi adds. Oh fuck. They’re talking about Katsuki.“Who brought a boy home?” It’s the voice of another woman. She appears at the stairs, dressed in nothing but what looks like a nightgown and a man’s coat, and Katsuki curses God for putting so many beautiful humans in the Kirishima family. What the fuck was this? This lady had raven black hair, silky and straight and down to her ass, with a crazy curvy body and pretty big boobs. Was it fair that the Kirishimas all bred beautiful people?“Yumeko, Jesus! Where is my brother?” Hana sighs in exasperation.“Is that your gambler aunt?” Katsuki mumbles to Eijiro, and Eijiro nods. “Oh yeah. Kaede and Keiji and their mom love her.”“Is Kokomi their mom?” Katsuki asks Eijiro, and he nods, “Kokomi’s my mom’s sister. Kaede and Keiji are her kids. Ryota is my mom’s brother, and Yumeko’s his wife. Mei’s their kid.”“Well you could’ve told me earlier,” Katsuki grunts.“I did!” Eijiro protests, “You’re being pretty fussy for a girlfriend.”“I’m not your damn girlfriend!” Katsuki hisses through gritted teeth, trying to quiet his angry noises. He delivers a hard punch straight to Eijiro’s chest, which gets him hiding his laugh.“He’s getting dressed. I told him he could come out in boxers, but he’s insecure about his figure,” Yumeko explains simply, and it almost makes Katsuki snort.“Insecure about what? He has a flat stomach and big arms and he’s tall. Tell him to get the hell out here!” Hana snaps, and her daughters giggle. Junta sniffs in her arms.“You’ll have to yell at him for that!” Yumeko smiles. Then, she notices Eijiro. “Ei-chan! Mei didn’t tell me you were here!”“He’s not that important, Mama,” Mei reminds her sadly, sat on the stairs and picking at the carpet.Yumeko ignores her child and jogs down the stairs, making her way to Eijiro. “You’ve grown so much since I last saw you!” She coos, “Why haven’t you come to visit me in Tokyo?”“You’re always running your casino!” Eijiro laughs, briefly letting Katsuki go to hug and kiss his aunt.“That doesn’t mean I don’t come home! I have a child, you know,” Yumeko reminds, holding Eijiro’s face with great affection.Oh god help, Is all Katsuki can think about. He’s fucking losing it! An hour ago he would’ve died to be in Eijiro’s beat up leather jacket and wrapped in his arms, meeting his family and giving him kisses, but now all he wants to is jump off a fucking cliff and commit suicide!Yumeko starts to laugh. “You’re so funny!” She says to Katsuki. Katsuki’s eyes widen, “I didn’t say anything.”“In your head you did,” Yumeko replies cheekily. Seeing her up close, Katsuki realizes that she didn’t look like a Kirishima at all. She had finer features and sweeter-looking brown eyes. It made sense, because Yumeko was a married-in Kirishima. But how the fuck had she known what Katsuki said? As they interact, Eijiro is wrapped up in conversation with his mother, siblings, aunt and cousins.“My quirk is mind-glimpse!” Yumeko explains to him, and Katsuki’s heart starts beating fast. “What the hell is a mind glimpse?” Katsuki manages to speak, almost about ready to bolt out of the door.“I can catch little looks and glances of your true thoughts and feelings! For a second or two, I can see what’s in your mind.” Yumeko explains. She pats Katsuki’s arm, “I’m glad you’re here with Eijiro. Without you, I’m sure he would’ve been sadder than he’s ever been.”Sadder? What? Eijiro wasn’t fucking sad. He was a happy guy. One hundred percent, all the fucking way, Eijiro Kirishima was a happy-go-lucky human specimen.“Yumeko, I’ve never been sad like that!” Eijiro laughs, and Katsuki exhales sharply through his nose. He had been right. Even Eijiro confirms his suspicions.“Hey,” A voice calls from the stairs. Katsuki looks up, and is greeted by a handsome Kirishima man, whose sleepy eyes are barely opened and dark, and his brown hair falls into his face. He looks a lot more like a Kirishima than Mei or Kaede and Keiji- except with softer, lighter features. “Honey? Has Jiwon arrived?”“Eijiro’s home,” Yumeko replies happily, and Ryota’s sleepy face becomes a happy, sleepy one. Katsuki stands as close as he possibly can to Eijiro without their arms being pressed together. So many people related to one, single, ripped 5 foot 8 human being is super fucking intimidating. “Hey, buddy! Finally brought home a boy?”“Yeah!” Eijiro replies cheerfully, “How are you, Uncle?”“Terrible. At least my wife is beautiful though,” Ryota responds, which makes Yumeko giggle. Katsuki almost pukes, and Mei looks distressed at her spot on the stairs. Ryota continues, “I’ll see you at dinner, big guy, I’m gonna hit the sheets.”“Not even a hug, unc?” Keiji calls,“No. Ei’s probably gonna start crying if I go any closer to him,” Ryota waves it off, and Katsuki clicks his tongue. What the hell? Anybody should jump on the chance to hug Eijiro.“God damn, did you hear that?” Kaede and Keiji turn to Eijiro with wide smiles. Kaede says, “He fuckin’ gassed you.”“Gassed?” Eijiro and Katsuki repeat, forgetting about the subtle insult thrown out by his uncle. Eijiro is quick to remember, and yells at his uncle as he retreats up the stairs, “Hey, Ryota! I don’t cry that easy, alright?!”“Yes you do,” Ryota is gone by now. Katsuki snickers at this guy’s sense of humor. He was funny, for a shitty-looking uncle. “You’re a pussy.”“Ryota! Stop that bad mouth, in front of all your nephews and nieces! Even in front of your own daughter!” Yumeko scolds, stomping towards the stairs. While they have a couple’s fight, some attention is devoted to Katsuki once more.“You scared of us?” Hana calls,“Look how he’s hiding behind Eijiro!” Keiji giggles, and Katsuki bares his teeth. “I’m not hiding behind sh- anyone! There’s a lot of you, okay?!”“You’re so funny, Katsuki,” Kokomi sighs, with a dazzling smile pointed at him. It makes him uncomfortable.“Katsuki, do you like BTS?” It’s a child. Which one? The one that looks like Eijiro. Wait. Everybody looks like Eijiro.“What’s your name?” Katsuki asks, aggressive in nature.“It’s me, Akimi!” The cute looking little girl with slanted eyes and finer hair. She throws out a peace sign as she says her name, and Katsuki throws one down in return. Not one of his greatest moments.She giggles, “Silly, you throw it up!”“What? It’s cooler if you throw it down,” Katsuki retorts, and Akimi gives him a big, toothy smile. “Okay, but throwing it up is for cool kids! Anyway, do you like BTS?”“I know about them,” Katsuki mutters. He doesn’t want to shoot the kid down. She’d probably cut holes in his socks and underwear or something if he told her no.“Okay, then who’s your favorite?! Mines J-Hope! He’s so handsome! I want to marry him when I get older!” Akimi gushes to Katsuki, her little fingers balling into the fabric of Katsuki’s jeans. He kind of wants to kick her away and tell her to fuck off, but that’s a terrible idea.“I don’t know their names. I’m sorry,” Katsuki tries to sound polite, and it sounds just fine in his ears. Akimi shouldn’t be offended. Right?“You what?!” Akimi gasps, “Don’t even worry! I’ll introduce you to all the BTS boys and you can listen to all their songs with me!”“Is Ei-chan back?”“Ash! Hana, Ash needs a bath- Oh Eijiro, you’re home!”Katsuki’s eyes waver from Akimi chattering about J-Hope and to a gaggle of old people, from two old, gangly Kirishima men with saggy limbs, a little old lady and a tall, old guy holding her arm, and there was an American there. His skin was the kind of white you’d see in New York, his eyes were the droopy blue sort and his hair was a dusty blonde color. He looked kinda old, but not really. And, he was extremely tall.“Hi Gramma! Hi Granpa! Hi Ash’s dad!” Akimi yells, and Katsuki is relieved of the little girl. Ash’s dad? Was it one of the old guys? Or was it the white guy?“Hi, Akimi,” The white guy greets, and when Ash whines out a “papa”, Katsuki can come to the sound conclusion that Ash’s dad is the white guy.“Hi uncle Taro! Hi uncle Hinata!” Akira and Akimi greet as Ash’s dad makes his way towards Hana. Curious about why Ash’s dad would be invited to a Kirishima-Christmas-get-together, Katsuki eyes them as he makes his way back to standing behind Eijiro, whose being interviewed by his aunt and cousins. As Katsuki watches, he notices Hana and the father sharing gentle smiles, exchanging Ash to the other. They almost look in love! If Katsuki hadn’t known that Ash’s dad was really gay, then he would’ve guessed that Hana and Ash’s dad were seeing each other.“Who is this?” It’s an old lady voice, followed by three other old people presences. Katsuki hates old people, and he hates ancient-old people even more. He doesn’t have a particular reason- they just get on his last nerves, dragging around death and blabbering about their times to Katsuki and whatever child that fell gullible in their wrinkled, bony hands.“Katsuki!” Five people reply at once. Katsuki is fucking terrified of the sheer force of so many people calling out his name. He grips onto Eijiro’s shirt, trying not to act like a pussy.“I’m Bakugo Katsuki,” He mutters. Against his will, his body bows to the old people. “Thanks for having me.”“Get up, young man!” One of the uncles demands, “If you’re Ei-Chan’s boyfriend, you’re family already!”“How did you know we were boyfriends, Taro?” Eijiro calls,“He’s wearing your jacket, of course,” The uncle, whose name is Taro, replies with a chuckle.“It’s so nice to meet you!” The grandmother greets, reaching out a hand to touch Katsuki’s. He tries his best not to cringe at the touch. “Ei-chan’s never brought anybody home like this before!”That little fucker of a kid lied to Katsuki! She went on about how Eijiro could ditch him as fast as all the other girls he’d brought home- but he never brought anybody home! Katsuki tosses a glare at the idiot kid. She thought she could trick him? Ha. Katsuki was gonna marry her fucking brother. See how she feels about that.“Granny, don’t say that!” Eijiro laughs, and he steps forward to exchange hugs and kisses with the whole lot of old people. Katsuki stands awkwardly, bare without the protection of his so-called boyfriend.“Hi, Bakugo. I’m Josh,” Ash’s dad greets as Eijiro is distracted. Katsuki toughs it out, being on his own with a white man, and nods to him. “Thanks for letting me stay.”“No worries kid,” Josh laughs, “It’s not even my house anyway. Hey, don’t stress, okay? Everybody here is nice. We all like you, buddy. Ei risked his life for you, y’know? We know that you’re really something.”Katsuki says nothing. He’s frozen still, awkwardly shaking his hand. What the fuck is he supposed to say?! He’s about ready to beat the shit out of himself and out of Eijiro for letting his whole family believe they were dating. But Katsuki isn’t sure there’s even any emotion on his face, “Okay.” He manages to choke out.“Hey, cmon Josh! Katsuki’s too young for you!” It’s Eijiro. It’s Eijiro and his arm is around Katsuki’s waist, and even though it’s even more awkward than the Katsuki-Josh encounter, Katsuki has never been more grateful for anyone in his life than he has right now. He stiffly leans into Eijiro, letting out a quiet sigh of relief as he tries his best not to press his cheek against Eijiro’s chest.“Your jokes are nasty, you dumbass!” Josh laughs, and he ruffles Eijiro’s hair with such aggression that it shakes Katsuki’s body. Katsuki is on the verge of fighting Josh for messing up Eijiro’s hair- in fact, he’s on the verge of beating the shit out of everybody in the room. Including himself. And that fucking ant he saw coming into the house. Ant fucker.“Guys, I’m headed up to put our stuff down! We’ll be back down in a little bit!” Eijiro shouts after he and Josh say some bullshit to each other. Katsuki is so grateful he was on the verge of ascending into heaven- it was in that moment that Katsuki knew Eijiro was the one for him. He rescued him once again from another awful, awful situation.The whole family let out collective groans. Everything they do frightens Katsuki- because they are all, legitimate clones of one another. Katsuki grabs his bag in a hurry as the family talk among themselves, probably bitching about Eijiro wanting to go upstairs, and he hurries back to Eijiro’s side.“Hey, I’ve got your suitcase,” Eijiro tells him.“I’m gonna start dinner!” Hana calls, “Ah Si, don’t be too long upstairs!”“Nothing dirty, kid,” Josh teases from across the room.“Joshua!” Yumeko cries.“You never know,” Kokomi sighs. “They could have vibrators in their asses right now.”“Ma, what the fuck?” Kaede chokes out as Keiji is doubled over in laughter. As Katsuki and Eijiro make it to the stairs, Katsuki hears them laugh, and hears collective complaints from Hana, Yumeko, Ryota, Josh and the old-people gang. It looks like the kids aren’t too phased, though.“Your family is absolutely insane!” Katsuki hisses once they fully climb the stairs, officially out of sight.Eijiro grins, “I told you there was a lot.”“Not this fuckin’ much!” Katsuki cries, in a breathy, quiet manner. He waves his hands in exaggeration, “There’s so many fucking people! And you all look the goddamn same!”“Katsuki, don’t be mean now,” Eijiro chuckles, opening the door to what is probably his room. “They’re not all as ugly as me!”“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki snaps, shoving past Eijiro on his way into the room. “That wasn’t funny.”“It was a little funny,” Eijiro puts in as he shuts the door, setting the suitcase down. Eijiro’s bedroom is… different from his dorm. The walls were painted a summer-sky sort of blue, paint chipping and fading in certain areas. Posters plastered the room, and if Katsuki looks up, he can see a couple of Crimson Riot posters above the bed. And, there was an enormous, looming, wooden bunk bed. The legs were covered in peeling, aged Mickey Mouse stickers, and the wood was littered with deep cuts, carvings of messages and names. Katsuki guesses the top is Eijiro’s bed, since the bottom one has a Haru-from-Free-themed blanket. But, he might be wrong. There was a television set up in front of the bunk bed, and in one corner of the room, there was a desk with a window above it, dark curtains covering what Katsuki assumes to be the window. In the other corner, there was a wooden closet- that too was scarred with carvings and cuts, names that Katsuki couldn’t quite make out, and a scribbled out “FUCK YOU”.“I’m sleeping on the fucking bottom,” Katsuki mutters.“Makoto sleeps there.” Eijiro rejects the idea immediately, looking around his room. “You’re sleeping with me on the top bunk.”“Huh? Top?!” Katsuki snarls, turning his glare to the top of the structure. “And together?! Oi, Kirishima, what’s with this bullshit on us dating?! We’re not fucking dating!”“Hey, keep your voice down!” Eijiro hushes, making hand movements to go along with it. “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you earlier, but when I asked my mom if you could come, she said that she’d only let you come if you were my boyfriend. And you looked so sad when you told me your parents were leaving, I couldn’t tell you about it and risk you backing out and being alone, I was-,”“I fucking get it!” Katsuki snaps, cutting Eijiro’s senseless rambling straight off. He throws his bag next to his suitcase, “But you could’ve fucking told me anyway.”“If I told you, would you really have come?” Eijiro sighs, standing up fully now. He was just a bit taller than Katsuki, enough to have to move his eyes downwards- and though it pissed Katsuki off, he simultaneously adored the little difference. It made him feel like he could run into Eijiro’s arms and all his problems would be erased. Not that he would actually do that, because he’s Bakugo Katsuki after all, but in another world, maybe.“No, I wouldn’t have damn come if I knew,” Katsuki mutters. He couldn’t lie to Eijiro if he tried- so why try it now? He pushes past Eijiro, making his way to his suitcase. “Which is even more reason why you should have goddamned told me.”“I’m sorry,” Comes Eijiro’s gentle apology. “Will you forgive me?”“Fuck to the no. I’ll be yelling at you over this when we’re old and in a hospital bed,” Katsuki snaps, his volume increasing drastically. He was too furious to look at Eijiro, so he opens his suitcase instead.“Are you saying we’ll get old and be in a hospital bed together?” Eijiro calls, the teasing tone in his voice clear.“Shut the hell up! That’s not what I fucking mean! I meant that I’m killing you over this and I’ll be yelling at your grave!” Katsuki shouts, whipping his head around to glower at Eijiro.Eijiro, though ever patient with Katsuki, is aware that the sharp edges in Katsuki’s voice were all serious. “Katsuki, why is this upsetting you so much? I only did it so you could be sheltered.”“You think I fucking like this, Eijiro? Man, do you think I fucking like kids?! I grew up around two people, and they fucking sucked! I don’t even know who the hell my aunt is! I don’t know if I have an aunt, Kirishima! And- and I’ve never met any of my cousins, and my grandma and grandpa only come down for fucking Christmas, so I don’t know- maybe, I’m a little fucking pissed off that you brought me into this fucking ant colony of a house with no warning over it!” Katsuki can’t control his voice. Not that he ever can, but he was really losing it now. He even gets up from his suitcase, takes a couple of enraged steps in Eijiro’s direction.Eijiro looks at him, eyebrows furrowed and eyes concerned, “Hey, quit it! My family can hear you!”“Maybe I want them to hear me! Maybe I want them to know that I’m not your real fucking boy-,” Katsuki is cut off by Eijiro’s hands over his mouth. They press into his teeth, his large fingers clamping into his cheeks. Katsuki grabs onto his wrists, smoke rising from the friction of the skin against his wet palms. “You motherfucker!” Katsuki screams through Eijiro’s hands.“Katsuki! Bakugo! Stop!” Eijiro cries, and he’s laughing! This bitch has the audacity to laugh! Katsuki kicks him in the shin, but Eijiro seems to predict Katsuki’s fast-sent kick and hardens his skin (Katsuki doesn’t notice, but Eijiro harms it only enough to it doesn’t hurt Katsuki). “Listen, I’m sorry, okay? What can I do to make it up to you?”Katsuki shoves his hands away. “It’s not like you can fucking do anything useful!”“What do you mean?! I can sing, and I can cook ramen, and-,”“You can cook ramen?” Katsuki interrupts, with the same, ferocious-inflicted tone. “How good can you cook that shit?”“Super fuckin’ good,” Eijiro says, his eyes round and big as he speaks. He looks hopeful- he looks really stupid, actually, but it makes something in Katsuki’s belly churn. “My family owns a ramen shop. I’ve been helping out since I was, like, a fetus!”Katsuki processes his options. Eijiro’s apology would have to be a really good one. And since Katsuki can’t really ask him for a kiss, or a date, or a shot at getting married, he could settle for ramen. Ramen was just as good as a kiss from Eijiro, so long as Eijiro made it, right? “Ramen. I want it every single fucking day that I’m not sick of it. I’m warning you Eijiro, you’d better make that bullshit so good that I’m shitting my pants afterwards. And, it’s all gotta be super fucking spicy. So spicy it makes Deku shit his pants. Got it?”“Yeah!” Eijiro nods vigorously, his expression enthusiastic. “You’ve got it! Man, I didn’t think it would be that easy!”“Don’t make me change my mind,” Katsuki hisses. “If you keep acting like a wimp pussy bitch, I’ll never forgive you.”“No, deal! Deal! No more pussy bitch Eijiro!” Eijiro promises, taking Katsuki’s hand in his. Katsuki’s panic-anger spikes and his heart does too- what the fuck was he doing?! That was Katsuki’s hand! “So will you be my fake boyfriend, Katsuki?”“No! I mean- yeah, just- what’s with the hand?!” Katsuki shouts, leaning back from Eijiro. His face was burning hot. It was so damn hot that he could feel it lapping on his cheeks, warming his throat and ears. Oh, his hand…“Hey, let’s go downstairs, okay?” Eijiro’s hand is away from Katsuki’s with no further comment. Now, he just stands in front of him, his presence sweeter than the touch to Katsuki’s hand. “My family’s waiting. But dude, will you hold my hand and act like we love each other?”That won’t be hard. I’m already in love with you. Katsuki thinks in his mind. “Whatever you fucking want, I guess,” Katsuki sighs, rolling his eyes purposefully. “Just don’t over-fucking-do it, got it?! Only a little bit is good! Holding h-... holding.. Uh, little fucking bit!”“My family will never believe we’re dating that way!” Eijiro protests, skipping over the fact that Katsuki couldn’t properly say he wanted to hold Eijiro’s hand.“It’s that or nothing!” Katsuki declares, placing his final offer. If he wasn’t such a pussy bitch, he would’ve shut up and accepted fake-boyfriend-kisses from Eijiro. He’s such an idiot!“Okay! Okay!” Eijiro raises his hands defensively. Then, he offers his hand. “Will you go downstairs with me, my man?”“No. Fuckface.” Katsuki growls, putting his hand in Eijiro’s.“Don’t curse me out, babe. I know you love me,” Eijiro teases as he leads Katsuki out of his bedroom.“Eijiro, if you keep talking, you’re gonna end up with my sweaty-ass, stinky-ass foot in your throat,” Katsuki threatens, squeezing his hand painfully. The return of the “couple” was welcomed by the family. Not so much by Katsuki- he wanted to book it upstairs and play Sword Art Online Integral Factor on his phone, in the safety of… of god knows where. As Katsuki and Eijiro push through the beads, serving as curtains, they’re greeted quickly by the family, sitting at the dinner table or gathered around the counter as Hana and Josh cook together.“Ei-chan, sit next to me!” Akira calls,“No, Ei-chan, come sit with your Granny and Gramps!” His grandmother calls, and his aunts and uncle (great uncles too) look on with amusement. Not Kokomi- she’s busy bouncing Junta in her arms. Her elegant, regal aura doesn’t mix too well with the baby’s sloppy, grabby-hand-gesture aura, and it’s apparent that Kokomi’s aware of their differences. Katsuki can clearly see the disgust on her face.“I never want kids,” Katsuki mutters into Eijiro’s ear.“I want lots of them!” Eijiro whispers back, meeting Katsuki’s angry eyes with shiny, playful ones.“Eijiro, I’m scared of your family!” Keiji cries in one corner of the table. Katsuki whips his head up to see who dare sound so taunting, somehow instantly aware that it was directed at him.“Oh Katsuki, don’t you be scared!” Kaede, the older, broad-shouldered brother says, imitating Eijiro’s gruff-but-broken-teenager-voice, “My cousins may be black, but I’m a 5’9 buff Asian guy- Nothing can come in between our love. Not even my black cousins!”“Who the hell do you think you’re imitating?!” Katsuki yells over the commotion as Eijiro laughs, “Jesus, you guys!”Keiji and Kaede grab each other’s faces, and make out with the air, exaggerated expressions and tongues involved as they face-fuck oxygen. Katsuki is so damn pissed off. He’s about to blow his fucking top off, actually. “You fuckers!” Katsuki rages, making his way towards them. “Just you fucking wait! I’ll show you who to be damn afraid of! Idiot! Loser! Nerd!”“Sorry about him!” Eijiro apologizes, sticking his arm in front of Katsuki. Eijiro’s shredded, bulk of an arm- it’s Katsuki’s only barrier in life. The only thing that can stop him was Eijiro’s arm, or his wide hand on Katsuki’s heaving chest. In an effort to look good in front of the family that would house him for two weeks (or more), Katsuki decides not to fight against it, and pays no attention to the howling laughter of Keiji and Kaede. He tries to distract himself with Eijiro, and his protective shoulder in front of Katsuki, shaking as he laughs at his cousins- but he can’t shake the feeling that the little brat from earlier.. what was her name? May? Mei? Maya? Well, the little bitch would shank Katsuki in the night. There’s so many people, and Katsuki’s having quite the hard time breathing.“I’m not hungry,” Katsuki mumbles, tugging on Eijiro’s shirt. He’s never been in such a state of uncomfort- why would Eijiro of all people drag him into this? With no warning, and the burden of acting like his boyfriend? Katsuki had to treat strangers like family because of Eijiro’s lie- and Katsuki wasn’t good with strangers. Even his mother felt like a stranger to him sometimes.“Katsuki, did you say something?” Eijiro calls, turning to look at Katsuki with curious eyes. Katsuki feels trembles of irritation running through his legs- Eijiro had heard him damn well. He sure as hell did. He did. Right?“I said-,”“Makoto!” Hana’s cry interrupts Katsuki’s incoming-angry-fit, “Makoto, get out of the shower! What the hell are you doing in there?!”Beyond the rambling and noise of the family, Katsuki hears heavy footsteps storming down the stairs. He hears the smacking of bare feet against tile floors, and then, a body bursts through the beaded curtains.“Eijiro!” A skinny boy, with long legs and… soft, brown hair. Is that really a Kirishima? He looks nothing like one- his hair was a regular, Japanese-brown color, and there were barely the spikes or odd ends that every Kirishima seemed to bare in their locks of black hair, his nose was completely different from that of Eijiro’s or Hana’s, and the way his shape was formed was different too. The only similarity Katsuki could seem to find was the gleaming redness of Makoto’s eyes, and the same lip shape.“Makoto!” Eijiro abandons Katsuki’s side, to which Katsuki yells, “Get back here, asshole!”The yell is drowned by the rambunctious laughter and conversation of the Kirishima family, and more importantly, Eijiro wasn’t listening at all. Instead, he’s ramming Makoto full speed into the ground, arms around his shoulders and hand behind his head. Makoto, skinny and scrawny, looks like a monkey as he wraps his arms around Eijiro’s neck and legs around his torso.“Get off of me!” Makoto laughs,“You get off first!” Eijiro shouts, pressing Makoto into the ground.“Ah Si, get off your brother right now!” Hana orders, “You know how shrimpy he is!”“Makoto is shrimpy!” Akimi’s shrill voice sounds over the chatter of the family. Akira and Mei laugh, while Keiji and Kaede mock the laughter of their younger cousins.“Mei, don’t be rude like that!” Yumeko scolds, “Akimi, stop being mean to your brother!”The chiding makes Katsuki’s angry eyebrows quirk. Makoto really was a Kirishima brother, even if he looks completely different from Eijiro himself. As Eijiro and Makoto hug in aggression, Katsuki stands awkwardly, listening to the family argue and laugh.“Katsuki!” It’s Josh calling him over- the weird looking white guy, “Katsuki, c’mere!”Katsuki blinks, “What?”“C’mere! Let’s talk!”Katsuki doesn’t want to talk to Josh. What the fuck does he wanna talk about with him? Reluctantly, he moves over to Josh.The American slams his huge hand on Katsuki’s shoulder, “Ei-Chan’s boyfriend, huh? What an honor! When I was seventeen and gay, all I could dream about was a manly, black haired guy who would die for me!”“What the hell? Are you flirting with my boyfriend through me?!” Katsuki snarls, awkwardness and confusion forgotten, shoving Josh’s hand off of his shoulder.“No! I’m just saying,” Josh laughs, looking surprised, “You’re a feisty kid, huh? I thought Eijiro was the kind for frail boys with those smooth hands and idol type of hair. Somebody he could protect, y’know?”“He doesn’t need shit to protect,” Katsuki retorts, unsure of where he was going with that statement. Should he say anything else? Josh would get it, Katsuki decides, too pissed to try and talk more.“Josh, leave Katsuki alone and go see if Ash wants her banana milk, she’s making a mess with her food,” Hana interrupts, her voice impatient and tone annoyed as she chops vegetables.“Alright, alright!” Josh says, putting his hands up in defeat and stepping away from Katsuki. Katsuki’s rigid posture softens, and he moves his burning gaze to burn holes into the ground instead. “Talk to me later, okay Katsuki?”“You’ve got a boyfriend?” Some teenager-kid yelps.“Yeah! Katsuki! The guy who saved me,” Eijiro replies, and it catches Katsuki’s attention well enough. He looks up from being angry at the floor, looking from Makoto to Eijiro.Makoto and Katsuki meet eyes- and it’s the weirdest shit Katsuki’s ever experienced. Makoto is even more of a stranger, with his black-sheep looks and soft wisps of hair, and Katsuki isn’t too sure if he should be looking at Makoto in outrage or distress or something.“You’re the one from Kamino?” Makoto asks, and the defensive tone, the upset corners of his lips turning downwards, takes Katsuki aback. The Kirishima family sure had some insane personality differences.“Yeah, I’m the one from Kamino,” Katsuki replies gruffly, blinking and turning his head to stare at something else.“You’re nothing like I imagined.” This little bitch! He’s purposefully sounding like a brat to Katsuki, isn’t he?!“Mako, shut up!” Eijiro clicks his tongue, grinning wide. He moves to Katsuki’s side, and Katsuki’s shoulders loosen in relief at the comforting presence of someone he really knew. “Katsuki’s handsome, and he’s well-built, and he’s the best friend I’ve ever had, so I don’t see why you guys are ganging up on him!”“He looks like an asshole,” Makoto replies bluntly. Katsuki’s eyes blow wide with fury, and he yells, “What’d you say, punk?!”“He’s not an asshole! He’s the sweetest guy ever!” Eijiro argues, sounding genuinely upset his brother would call him such a name. He’s holding Katsuki back with thick arms around Katsuki’s torso, and a hand on his broad chest, “You just don’t know him like I do!”“Kirishima, let damn go! I’m gonna-,” There’s a hand clamped over Katsuki’s mouth, and it’s Eijiro’s. Katsuki thrashes in his hold, kicking at Eijiro’s shin and trying to bite his palm.“He’s just as anger issues,” Eijiro resorts to that kind of explanation. Makoto looks with uncertainty from Eijiro to Katsuki, who is kicking and yelling in his grasp, and looks back to Eijiro. “See you at the table,” Is all Makoto says, before walking off.Katsuki heaves in Eijiro’s arms. He quits his tantrum, eyebrows knit together and face distressed, “Eijiro, I’m going fuckin’ upstairs,” He mumbles.“Katsuki, you need to stay and meet my family!” Eijiro urges, but Katsuki firmly shakes his head. “Tomorrow.”Katsuki stares at the ground, face hot with embarrassment and anger. His eyebrows, once knitted are furrowed again, and he leans away from Eijiro, hands balled into fists in the pockets of his jeans.“Eiji, come talk to me!” It sounds like Kokomi, but Katsuki doesn’t care enough to think about it. He just wants to get the hell out of here, with or without Eijiro. He starts to pull away from Eijiro, slip out of his hold, but Eijiro pulls him closer. “I’m not feeling too well, auntie,” Eijiro apologizes, “Katsuki wants to take me upstairs and check my head!”Katsuki, though shocked by Eijiro’s change of heart, can’t bring himself to look up at him. Instead, he unstiffens slightly in his hold.“How doting,” Kokomi replies plainly, “And how awfully boring! Sex when you’re sick is so risky! Why don’t you go and do that instead of checking his head, Katsuki?”“Hey, what?! We’re not gonna-,” Katsuki whips his head up to shout at Kokomi, face redder than the tomatoes Hana was slicing. He cuts himself off in his flustered state upon sight of Kokomi’s smug look, returning his gaze to the ground.“Just go, Ah Si, and rest up. I know you two must be tired,” Hana interrupts, pausing her cooking to look at Katsuki and Eijiro. She offers them a smile, and it almost comforts Katsuki. “It’s nice you’ve got such a sweet boyfriend, Ah Si.”“Thanks, ma. We’ll come back down if we have the energy,” Eijiro says, and he sounds so appreciative. Katsuki doesn’t quite catch the affection in Eijiro’s eyes, but he can clearly tell how much Eijiro loves his mother.“Don’t worry about it, son,” Hana sighs, sounding fond. Katsuki can’t remember the last time he ever exchanged such affectionate tones with his mother. When he was a baby? A toddler? Not even then, Katsuki guesses, did they ever get so intimate. “I’ll bring you up some food later. Get some rest, get some rest!”“See you soon!” Eijiro calls, and the family calls back with disappointed yells and sexual gestures from Keiji, Kaede and Kokomi. Junta starts crying.As they make it into the hallway, Katsuki steps away from Eijiro. Eijiro lets his arms fall to his sides, “I didn’t think it would scare you that much.”“I’m not scared of shit,” Katsuki snaps, “What’re you bitching about?”“Well, not scared I guess. Maybe… I didn’t think it would make you so uncomfortable?” Eijiro puts in, seemingly unable to find any better words. He shrugs helplessly as they approach the stairs, “I don’t know, Katsuki. You’re right. I should’ve told you this way sooner.”“You fucking should have,” Katsuki grumbles, lunging his way up the stairsteps, “You idiot. Tricking me into this bullshit. If I had known anything about it, I wouldn’t have come at all!”“Katsuki, that’s exactly why I didn’t tell you!” Eijiro moans, following behind Katsuki, “Try and get it! Don’t be mad the whole time! My family’s really nice, and once you get to know them, you’ll be super comfortable!”“It doesn’t matter if I get to know them or not,” Katsuki sighs, stopping at the top of the steps, “I’m not your real boyfriend anyway.”“Well, who cares? You’re my best friend. My family should love you if you’re the guy who’s gonna be best-manning at my wedding!” Eijiro points out, having stopped a couple steps below Katsuki’s. The words make Katsuki’s heart squeeze- best-manning at Eijiro’s wedding? Katsuki wants to stand on the alter with the motherfucker, not across from him.We’re not real fucking boyfriends, Katsuki silently chides himself. You’re too much of a pussy-shit to have him anyway.“I’ll be polite,” Katsuki tells Eijiro roughly. “Nothing else.”“That’s fine with me!” Eijiro laughs, “But don’t you wanna befriend any of them? There’s nobody that looks friendly?”“I only need you as my damn friend,” Katsuki informs him in a mutter, turning and walking into Eijiro’s room.“Katsuki!” Eijiro’s squeaky, flustered voice comes from the doorway as Katsuki makes his way to his suitcase. He stops beside it, and is greeted by a panicked looking Eijiro. “That just made my heart beat really fast!”Heart… beat really fast? Did Eijiro even know what he was saying? Heat rises from Katsuki’s collarbone, licking up his neck. He turns his head back to his suitcase, “Homo ass,” Katsuki replies instead.“Don’t say stuff like that then!” Eijiro whines, and Katsuki wants to beat the shit out of himself for blushing. Idiot! He was totally an idiot! Eijiro didn’t have any feelings for him- his heart just beat faster because Katsuki had said something bro-ish. Probably manly, in Eijiro’s eyes. He pulls out an old shirt and some sweat pants with shaky hands.“I’m gonna take a shower. You sit here and reflect on how your words are so moving!” Eijiro demands, and he walks off. It occurs to Katsuki that he has no clue where the bathroom is, but he doesn’t think about it too much. At the moment, all he thinks about is how his words made Eijiro’s heart beat fast, and supposedly moved him.Katsuki lets out a deep, deep sigh. It comes straight from the depths of his chest, almost hurting his throat as he pushes it out. He sits on the floor, back pressed against the leg of Eijiro’s bunk bed. Unwilling to think of everything going on, Katsuki takes out his phone. December 15thGroup Chat: ALGIQHQKAQ GO CRAZY! AHSJQHAJQ GO STUPID! QHEHQKSJQN GO CRAZY!Members: All of Class 1-A5:35 PM Sugar Sugar Awww Honey Honey (Rikido Sato): Next Person Who Sends The Go Crazy Video Dies5:35 PM ash ketchup (Hanta Sero): Keep Talking In All Caps And I Will Go Ghetto On Your Ass5:36 PM King of Explosions.(Katsuki Bakugo): What the fuck? What the hell is the group chat name?5:36 PM ash ketchup (Hanta Sero): Remember that video Mina sent on Tuesday of the black guy having a face seizure and he was like QHHQHQHQBQ GO CRAZY GO STUPID ????5:37 PM Sugar Sugar Awww Honey Honey(Rikido Sato): Worst Meme Ever. Also, I Don’t Know How To Turn Off The Capitalization For Everything.5:38 PM pink dog shit (Mina Ashido): okay so the one time I decide to clean my room you guys spam the chat?????5:38 PM King of Explosions. (Katsuki Bakugo): We’re not asking you to come fucking join us, raccoon-eyes.5:38 PM ash ketchum (Hanta Sero): Mina do your chores you stank bitch 🤢5:39 PM dog pink shit (Mina Ashido): WHAT does me not showering for three days have to do with my chores bitch????? never come for me again5:40 PM King of Explosions. (Katsuki Bakugo): YOU HAVEN’T WASHED YOURSELF IN THREE WHOLE FUCKING DAYS? DIRTY FUCKER GO CLEAN YOURSELF NOW BEFORE I BLOW YOUR ASS TO BITS5:41 PM pink dog shit (Mina Ashido): blow my ass in?!1?1?15:41 PM ash ketchum (Hanta Sero): Bruh If Kirishima hears that somebody dies5:42 PM garfield x pikachu love child (Denki Kaminari): I GOT MY PHONE BACK5:42 PM King of Explosions. (Katsuki Bakugo): Don't wanna know how you lost it.5:43 PM pink doggy doo doo (Mina Ashido): HIS MOM CAUGJT HIM READING BDSM MANGA5:44 PM garfield x pikachu love child (Denki Kaminari): mina that’s false info and you KNOW it she caught me reading hot and cold5:44 PM King of Explosions. (Katsuki Bakugo): What the fucking shit is that?5:45 PM ash ketchum (Hanta Sero): Manga about this guy who orders an ac unit but gets a sex doll man who is also an ac unit5:46 PM King of Explosions. (Katsuki Bakugo): Disgusting. Loser trash bullshit. Worse than the BTS webtoon Eijiro reads.5:47 PM pink doggy doo doo (Mina Ashido): AHHAAHAHHAHQZJKASKQ LMFAOOKO ABQ5:47 PM ash ketchum (Hanta Sero): SAVE ME IS FOR FUCKING LEGENDS OKAY??? I CAN'T EXPECT YOUR NON ARMY ASS TO UNDERSTAND BUT THEY'VE BEEN BUILDING AND WRITING THIS STORY FOR SO MANY ALBUMS YOU LITERALLY CANNOT SHIT O. THAIE WITHOUT DYING5:47 PM King of Explosions. (Katsuki Bakugo): Shut up. You’re making me fucking shit my pants from cringing.5:48 PM garfield x pikachu love child (Denki Kaminari): SERO YOU’RE ARMY???????????????5:48 PM pink doggy doo doo (Mina Ashido): Kaminari he’s been army since day 0 in his mother’s womb idk what you’re talking about5:49 PM ash ketchum (Hanta Sero): I deadass spent my whole savings account to go see love yourself speak yourself? Do you not remember??5:50 PM pink doggy doo doo (Mina Ashido): SVT is still better than BTS5:51 PM garfield x pikachu love child (Denki Kaminari): WHAHAHQHAHQA I HAD NO IDEAY YOU WERE ARMY SERO WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON5:51 PM ash ketchum (Hanta Sero): HOW IS SVT BETTER THAN BTS????????????????5:52 PM chanyeol’s wife (Tooru Hagakure): EXO is better than all your stupid little boy groups! ;)5:53 PM King of Explosions. (Katsuki Bakugo): Kpop fucking sucks. Why don’t you guys listen to rap? That shits way better than fucking gross ass kpop.5:53 PM garfield x pikachu love child (Denki Kaminari): ….I-imma go wash the dishes……..5:54 PM ash ketchum (Hanta Sero): BAKUGO TAKE THAT VACK RIGHT FUCKING NOW5:54 PM pink doggy doo doo(Mina Ashido): LMFAOOOOOOO BAKUGO YOU CLEARLY HAVENT LISTENED TO NICE VERY NICE BITCH5:54 PM chanyeol’s wife (Tooru Hagakure): Bakugo, shut up. BTS is bullshit but most other kpop bands are great, okay?!5:54 PM Tenya’s Bitch (Ochaco Uraraka): What did I miss?5:55 PM gummy bear (Shoto Todoroki):
chanyeol’s wife (Tooru Hagakure): Wut5:55 PM pink doggy doo doo (Mina Ashido): TODOROKI WHAT THW FUCKA HQHQHQHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAAHAHAHHQQ5:55 PM King of Explosions. (Katsuki Bakugo): What the fuck?5:56 PM ash ketchum (Hanta Sero):Okay I’m gonna give you thirteen fucking reasons why BTS is the best kpop, jpop, ALL pop band to EVER FUCKING EXISTClick to expand message.[....]5:56 PM Tenya’s Bitch (Ochaco Uraraka): 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂WHERE THE HELL DID HE GO?! TODOROKI YOU CAN’T JUST..5:56 PM King of Explosions. (Katsuki Bakugo): He sent us a fucking brain damaging shit post and left. Stupid idiot. He can’t ever read the mood.5:57 PM Tenya’s Bitch (Ochaco Uraraka): Bakugo stop bitching challenge. 😳🙄5:57 PM pink doggy doo doo (Mina Ashido): I CANNOT BREATHE GE LITERALLY SENT US THAT AND DIPPED QHAT THE FUCKIT DOESNT EVEN SAY THAT HES ACTIVE RN IM SCREAMING5:57 PM King of Explosions. (Katsuki Bakugo): You wanna fucking fight, Round Face? I will pummel your stupid face into the damn ground. You bitch ass loser fucking nerd.5:58 PM Tenya’s Bitch (Ochaco Uraraka): WHAT? 😂 YOU REALLY WANNA FUCK 🤢 WITH ME??? 😂😂 I WILL BEAT YOUR PUSSY ASS INTO HELL BITCH NEVER TEST ME LIKE THAT AGAIN. 😂 💋 YOU FUCKINGKatsuki’s reading of Uraraka’s stupid, idiotic fucking text messages are interrupted by Eijiro swinging open the bedroom door. “Hey,” He greets, all smiles. He notices Katsuki’s grinding teeth and tight posture, and his face softens, “Katsuki, are you okay?”“I swear to god, that fucking nerdy round-face dies tonight,” Katsuki clicks his tongue, breathing sharply through his nose. He moves his glare onto Eijiro- and the world seems to lighten on his shoulders. Eijiro’s once matted hair is loose, dripping wet and stuck to his neck. A towel was hung loosely around his shoulders, and the white shirt he wore was barely damp, but it was enough to stick to his skin. To top it off, his sweatpants hung loose on his hips. Katsuki immediately blushes, and rips his gaze away from his not-crush.“Katsuki? Do you wanna shower?” Eijiro calls Katsuki away from his… distractions. Katsuki clicks his tongue, “No. I’m gonna get changed and go to damn bed.”“Katsuki, but it’s seven.” Eijiro’s eyebrows raise, “It's way too early!”“Then you can go back downstairs,” Katsuki dismisses bitterly.“I can’t leave you up here all alone! That would be so unmanly!” Eijiro argues fiercely, “I’ll go to bed with you! I’m supposed to sleep when my girlfriend does anyway!”“I’m not your fucking girlfriend!” Katsuki screams, springing to his feet. “If you call me shit like that again you die, fucker!”Eijiro laughs, “Change your clothes, sweetie. I’ll wait for you in bed!” He winks.Katsuki yells profanities at him as Eijiro clambers up the creaky ladder of the bunk bed. “Asshole! Fuck you! I’ll just go damn home if you keep fucking pissing around with me.” Katsuki threatens, grabbing clothes from his suitcase and slamming the bedroom door on his way out.Eijiro’s head peeks from over the bed, smiling cheekily at the now dressed-in-a-loose-long-sleeve-and-plaid-pajama-pants Katsuki. If Katsuki weren’t so in love with him, he would’ve blasted Eijiro’s face off.“Are you coming up, darling?” Eijiro coos, and Katsuki can’t take it anymore. He shrieks, “Fuuuuucker!” Katsuki, animalistic as ever, half-jumps up the ladder, climbing to have Eijiro meet his demise.“Katsuki, wait!” But it’s too late. Katsuki jumps on Eijiro, putting his head into a headlock and straddling his torso. He chokes him with ferocity, as Eijiro screeches with laughter, squirming and kicking beneath him. “Katsuki, stop it!”“I told you not to call me any weird shit anymore!” Katsuki rages, pulling his arms from Eijiro’s head to punch his shoulders instead. But, as Katsuki delivers his second punch, he sees Eijiro’s face. He sees his closed eyes, cheeks bunching with laughter, black eyelashes pressed handsomely together and eyebrows knit with happiness. Katsuki’s heart- he really hates this, but his heart seems to melt into his bones. Eijiro Kirishima was beneath him. Eijiro Kirishima and he were going to share a bed together. They were going to cuddle and kiss and hold hands, all like couples do, to convince Eijiro’s family they were really together. It was like a dream come true- so why did Katsuki feel so miserable inside?“Katsuki, get off!” Eijiro heaves, and so, Katsuki rolls off of him with a bothered grunt and lets his body fall back onto the bed. He lays quietly, head clouded with emotion.“Katsuki?” Eijiro’s gentle voice is as close as it had ever been- but it makes Katsuki’s heart beat wildly. “What’s wrong?”Nothing much. Beside the fact that Katsuki was desperately in love with Eijiro, and he doesn’t know why it’s such a problem to fake-date him for a week or two. “Nothings wrong. I’m tired, okay asshole?”“Okay,” Eijiro replies, soft. It makes Katsuki’s shoulders tense with confusion. “Are we gonna cuddle, sweetie?”“Sweetie?! Don’t make me get up and drop kick you, douchebag!” Katsuki hisses, moving away from Eijiro and closer to the edge of the top bed. Eijiro laughs beside him, “What a strong girlfriend I have!”“Shut your mouth and go to sleep!” Katsuki groans, throwing an arm out and smacking it against Eijiro’s stomach. Katsuki isn’t lying- it's getting close to eight and he’s truly tired.“Why do you sleep so early?” Eijiro whispers.“Because I need to get to school rested and on time. Turn off the lights.” Comes Katsuki’s choppy explanation, drowsiness taunting his voice.“It’s Christmas break though,” Eijiro replies, and the lights are still on. “Why can’t we stay up later? We don’t have to see my family just yet, we can stay up here and-,”Katsuki interrupts him by noisily turning on his side to stare at Eijiro. “Why aren’t the lights off yet?”“Well, I thought we were staying up,” Eijiro pouts. Katsuki narrows his eyes at him, “The reason you’re so shitty in school is because of how fucking late you sleep. Now-,” Katsuki’s words are lost, as he sees the wall behind Eijiro. There’s photos. There’s a polaroid of Mina and Sero, a picture of Kaminari posing wildly with Deku, one with Todoroki and Uraraka squatting and praying- then, there’s another. It’s the one on the wall closest to Eijiro’s pillow, and it was a picture of Katsuki, hunched over with his hand in Eijiro’s.“You took that picture when we were at the police station. After you saved me. Right?” Katsuki murmurs.Eijiro turns his head to see what Katsuki was rambling about. He lets out a gentle, “Oh”. “Yeah. You told me if I post it anywhere I’d get shot by a Chinese gang. And you… Kamino, I- it meant a lot to me.”“So you put it on your damn wall?” Katsuki retorts, but his voice is gentle. Around the photos, there’s.. white stickers, contrastingly visible against the sky-blue dying walls. Among the Stars were photos of Eijiro’s parents, his siblings, what looks like might be the rest of his family. And Katsuki couldn’t quite see the one in the corner.Then, the lights are off. “Hey! Right when I was fucking- Turn it back on! How the hell did you even get down there and come back up so quick?!” Katsuki shrieks, punching Eijiro’s forearm.Eijiro grins, and shows Katsuki a glow-in-the-dark painted light switch, hidden beside Eijiro’s pillow. “Can you see it?”“Yeah,” Katsuki agrees, “Why do you have a whole ass light switch all the way up here?”“I don’t know,” Eijiro replies, softly illuminated by the glowing light of the star-stickers covering his wall, “But when I was a kid, it was the best to pretend I was sleeping when I heard my mom come up the stairs!”“You’re a pussy. I just kept playing on my DS,” Katsuki snorts, unimpressed. It’s then realizes that the sticker-stars were glow in the dark too.“And you got it taken away?” Eijiro asks, humor in his tone.“Well, I got my ass beat and then got it taken away, but at least I didn’t pussy out and act like I’m sleeping,” Katsuki replies firmly, feeling awkward now. Pretending to sleep was genuinely for pussy bitches! And that’s not what Katsuki is!“I think you’re just a shitty actor, Blasty.” Eijiro chuckles. Katsuki bares his teeth at him, even though Eijiro can’t see, and punches him in the arm. He rolls onto his back, mad at Eijiro, but his anger is briefly replaced by curiosity. “You’ve got stars up there too.”“Yeah. There’s a little alien there,” Katsuki sees Eijiro’s hand raise as he points to the ceiling. “And Saturn’s around here somewhere... Katsuki, why can’t we cuddle?”“Because you smell like shit,” Katsuki answers after a beat, feeling his neck warm.“I know, but Sero and I hug! It’s not that big of a deal!” Eijiro argues, and Katsuki groans. “You and Sero cuddle because you think you’re fuckin’ in love with him.”“I’m not in love!” Eijiro protests. Then, his voice falters, “I’ve never been in love.”Katsuki, though surprised, isn’t... surprised. He’s never been in love with anybody either. Besides Eijiro, of course.“You’ve never had a crush?” Katsuki asks, his voice dropping to match Eijiro’s level.“My first crush was Yuri Katsuki,” Eijiro reveals. Katsuki snorts, and he actually smiles. “That’s so stupid. I thought it was gonna be some bullshit from BTS.”“Are you making fun of my first love?” Eijiro jeers, and Katsuki elbows his chest. “Hell yeah I am.”“Who was your first crush?” Eijiro continues on, and Katsuki’s eyebrows raise. His first crush was Eijiro. His first everything was Eijiro. From best friend to the man he wanted to marry, Eijiro Kirishima is the name Katsuki is supposed to answer with.“Everybody’s too trash for me,” Katsuki says instead. In an attempt to change the subject, Katsuki asks, “Eijiro, is that why you like me? Cos my name is fuckin’ Katsuki?”“Yes,” Katsuki can hear the smile in Eijiro’s voice. “That’s the only reason I wanted you to be my best friend. Katsuki... can we cuddle now?”“What are you so fucking affectionate for?” Katsuki hisses, but he doesn’t say no. He has no clue why he doesn’t say no- he just knows that something inside really, really, really, wants to say yes.“Come over here!” Eijiro cries, quietly, wrapping an arm beneath Katsuki. Katsuki, completely sure he’s blushing now, hesitantly puts his head on Eijiro’s hard chest and lays stiffly against him. “This fucking blows,” Katsuki whispers harshly.“It doesn’t blow at all! Just relax!” Eijiro urges, and when his cheek presses against Katsuki’s head, Katsuki loses all hope that he might be able to get through this three week trip. He was going to fuck shit up so hard, that even Shakespeare couldn’t think of harder ways to fuck shit up.“Good night, Katsuki,” Eijiro sighs, and Katsuki can clearly hear his heartbeat this way. It makes him squirm- even his fucking heartbeat made Katsuki’s own heart race.“Night, shitty hair.” Katsuki mumbles, eyes fixated on the glowing-paper galaxy scattered across Eijiro’s ceiling. In their silence, occupied only by Eijiro’s soft breathing and steady heart beat, something deep inside of Katsuki aches to the point that it makes his stomach hurt.If Eijiro didn’t love anybody, hasn’t loved anybody, what makes Katsuki think that he could love him back?Not that I ever thought about that shit. Katsuki thinks, trying to assure himself. I only really like him. I’m not in love or anything. I don’t give a damn if he doesn’t love me back or not.Then, Katsuki lets out a long, quiet sigh. This was going to be the longest three weeks of his life.
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At eight thirty am, every single Kirishima is gathered at the dining table, which were two plastic tables set together with a kitchen cloth over them, and wobbly wooden chairs all around. Breakfast was veggies, and pancakes and salad and rice, fish and god knows what Josh just set on the table, and Katsuki wishes he were back home, eating cereal in his room at six am.And the kind of insane it is? It’s insane. Absolutely fucking chaotic. Eijiro sits next to him, but he’s completely engrossed in a conversation with Kaede. It was about Fortnite porn. Around Katsuki, Mei and Kokomi are having an argument about legalizing gay marriage, (Katsuki wasn’t sure why Mei, a seven year old, would be so educated on the topic), Ryota has fallen asleep on his food, and the old people talk to Yumeko, which wasn’t very chaotic. And on Katsuki’s left, Ash Kirishima tugs at his shirt with tears in her eyes and mumbles words, drowned out by the loud chatter of her family. “Don’t cry! What- what the hell is wrong, kid?” Katsuki asks helplessly. Akimi and Akira, seated near Katsuki as well, are trying to show Katsuki their AKB48 photo cards. “See, she’s my favorite member!” Akira explains, “Katsuki, you big jerk, if you don’t listen to me I’ll tell mom!”“You’re so annoying, Akira!” Akimi says in exasperation, throwing her AKB48 photo cards near her bowl of rice. “Why do you have to tell mom about everything?!”“You’d call your big sister annoying?!” Akira fumes. Katsuki clicks his tongue at the bickering sisters and returns his attention to the crying toddler. “I’m very sad, Katsuki,” Ash moans into his shirt, “I miss uncle Namjoon!”“Uncle Namjoon?” Katsuki repeats. What the fuck? These people had Korean family members? “Don’t fucking cry, okay?! Stop! He’s gonna come home for Christmas, alright?”“No he’s not!” Ash wails. “Mommy said maybe! When Mommy says maybe then uncle Namjoon doesn’t come!”“Well you’re too good for uncle Namjoon anyway!” Katsuki tries to assure her. Then, Hana appears out of nowhere with a baby in her arms. “Katsuki, my son-in-law, Eijiro’s beloved, please take this brat for me, I need to help Josh cook before he lights the stove on fire,” Hana says in a jumbled hurry, and suddenly, Katsuki has a sleeping baby in his arms, a toddler crying into his shirt and two little girls arguing about J-Pop right next to him. What the fuck was going on?“Uncle Namjoon!” Ash wails, and Katsuki groans. What the hell is he supposed to do?!“Just, sit on my lap or some, or some bullshit kid, don’t cry! Just,” Katsuki hoists the bratty child onto his leg, and she seems to calm down with the gesture. She heaves, sniffling as tears run down her eyes. She puts her head against Katsuki’s chest. At least she wasn’t crying anymore. “Katsuki, tell Akira that Rino is the best member!” Akimi says.“I don’t know why we even listen to J-Pop! There’s forty members in all girl groups!” Akira huffs, “I just wanna listen to Blackpink!”“Okay,” Katsuki replies instead, and looks at the baby in his arms. Junta is.. chubby. He’s got fat cheeks and rolls that cover his wrists, and his black baby hair is gentle, soft looking. Katsuki wonders how many months old he is- he’s got to be more than six if he’s already this big. And toothing. “Good asshat. You’re sleeping.” Now that everything seems to be settled down, Katsuki begins the complicated process of eating his rice. He awkwardly picks some up with his chopsticks, traveling it over Junta and Ash’s head, and puts it into his mouth. It’s a long process- but Katsuki kind of gets used to it after a couple of tries. It’s a miracle that Katsuki didn’t enter a fit of rage over it- he wonders if it’s because of the kids. Katsuki’s peace is quickly interrupted, though. Across from him, Eijiro has abandoned his spot next to Katsuki and is now shirtless with his cousins. Keiji is doing the honors of.. pouring Canadian syrup onto their chests. “Eijiro!” Katsuki shouts. It doesn’t get his attention at all- he’s still letting Keiji waste away good syrup on his pectorals. “Don’t mind them,” It’s Eijiro’s married-into-the-family gambler aunt. Yumeko? Katsuki doesn’t know. He doesn’t give a shit either. He looks up, and kind of feels bad for not giving a shit. She was giving him a pretty sweet look. “They’re crazy when they get together like that. And, my name is Yumeko. You were right!”“You-,” Katsuki cuts himself off, eyebrows raised. He’s really gotta control his motherfucking thoughts around this lady!“You know, I can’t read some people’s thoughts,” Yumeko smiles. Her gaze moves from Katsuki’s to Eijiro, Keiji and Kaede, “I haven’t been able to read Eijiro’s thoughts for years now.” “Eijiro’s thoughts?” Katsuki repeats. “When people’s thoughts are closed off, I can’t read them. It’s like.. well, when I try to read Eijiro’s, it’s like there’s a wall in the way. And he never lets it down,” Yumeko explains, and Katsuki watches with dumbfounded eyes as Eijiro laughs and plays with his cousins. “I’ve only ever seen it happen with Jiwon and…”“When was the last time you read Eijiro’s thoughts?” Katsuki prompts, ignoring the sad way she trailed off. “Before he started middle school,” Yumeko begins, “I could read them with ease. Then, I only read it again after he dyed it red. He was thinking about saving lives.”“Why can’t you read his thoughts now?” Katsuki pushes on, moving Junta up his hip. Yumeko clearly hesitates. She opens and closes her lips, then finally says, “I’m not sure.” She was hiding something. For a gambler, Yumeko Kirishima was a very awful liar. Katsuki didn’t like liars- he fucking hated liars. But some liars, like Yumeko was right now, lie for the better. Katsuki gets it to some extent, so he doesn’t touch on the subject again. “The kids like you,” Yumeko remarks. Katsuki looks up from watching Eijiro, “Yeah? They’re annoying as hell.” “Ash doesn’t trust anyone at all. Sometimes, she won’t let me hold her,” She carries on, but her saddened expression remains. “It’s good she likes you.” Katsuki glances down at the toddler, looking upset and afraid with her nose buried into Katsuki’s black shirt. He almost feels… affection. Fuck it. He just wants to eat his rice. “Why doesn’t she like you?” He mutters, eating his rice.Yumeko shrugs, “You’ll have to ask her that question.” “Daoming Si!” It’s Hana. She looks furious, ducking her head beneath a wooden cabinet with her fist set firmly on the smooth counter top, glaring at her son. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”Katsuki snorts in contempt, slicing an egg in half with his chopsticks. Hana has put Katsuki’s feelings and thoughts into words. “Nothing! Having fun!” Eijiro replies hastily, and Hana is outraged. “What?! Having fun?! Put the goddamned syrup on the counter- having fun my ass! You’re getting the floor dirty, and now you’re gonna have to leave your boyfriend alone to take a shower- are you not considerate at all?! To your mother or your boyfriend?!”Kaede and Keiji snicker, hiding laughter behind Eijiro, who was receiving the scolding. Katsuki eats half of his egg, properly entertained by the Kirishima’s and their bickering. “Okay! What do you want me to do then?” Eijiro gives up, and Hana clicks her tongue, “Go wash your boobies off and sit down next to your boyfriend! He looks like a daycare, Ah Si, he has two children on him that aren’t even his! Hurry up!”“Yes Ma,” Eijiro agrees in a grumble, his head down as he walks out of the kitchen. Hana looks to Katsuki, “Sorry about him. He’s crazy. Keiji, Kaede, go wash your dirty asses!” Katsuki sighs and eats the other half of his egg. Was it always going to be like this? Katsuki taking care of a baby and a toddler while Hana yelled at Eijiro and his cousins for fucking around? His miserable thoughts are broken when he notices he’s got company; and it’s bad company at that.Makoto Kirishima, the weirdest looking Kirishima, is beside Katsuki. He’s looking at him. “Why are my siblings sleeping on you?” “Because they want to,” Katsuki replies aggressively. Talking to this kid weirded him out- he wasn’t a Kirishima at all. Every time he opened his mouth, Katsuki almost had a heart attack, because his teeth were flat and smooth. Nothing pointy about them. “I don’t get why my brother likes you,” Makoto mutters, his red eyes narrowed. “You’re rude as hell.”“So are you,” Katsuki shoots back, “What the fuck makes you think it’s polite to talk to your guests like that?”“What the fuck makes you think it’s polite to talk to your host like that?” Makoto, now looking angry, pipes. He puffs out his chest in his anger, and Katsuki’s almost amused by it. “I don’t get why you’re even here.”“I’m here because I love your stupid brother, got it? He told me to stay with him, and cos I’d kill for that dumb idiot, here I am,” Katsuki barks back, hoisting Junta up his hip. Everything Katsuki has told Makoto is true- and it feels good to tell somebody the truth. Somewhat. But still, his brat was pissing him off, and he was giving Katsuki dirty looks since the moment they met. Why couldn’t Katsuki be mean to Makoto? Katsuki’s words seem to shock Makoto. A strand of brown hair falls into his eyes as he seems to think, head turning to stare at his empty bowl. Thinking their aggravating conversation was over, Katsuki shifts forward and continues his struggle to eat. “You really love Eijiro?” Makoto’s question comes out of the blue. Well, out of the blue to Katsuki.“Random ass question,” Katsuki snorts, “I’d sell my soul for that stupid fucker.” “Oh.” Makoto says, and he doesn’t say anything for a while afterwards. Katsuki, glad the conversation has ended, picks up some rice and puts it in his mouth. Then, somebody else takes a seat beside him. This time, it’s Eijiro. “You look good with kids on you,” He remarks. Katsuki rolls his eyes, opening his mouth to speak. But, he realizes that somebody’s watching them. Makoto, to be specific. He had to really sell it now, and he can only hope that Eijiro would get what he was doing. Goodbye to all his pride. He’s going to dread this until his deathbed. “Only look good with your kids on me,” Katsuki mutters through a mouthful of rice. He turns his gaze to bore holes into his chopsticks, staring at them like there was no tomorrow. “What?” Eijiro replies, and Katsuki’s embarrassment shrivels. He’s very close to stabbing Eijiro’s neck with chopsticks. “You wanna have kids? You wanna have my kids?”“I can’t have your damn kids you dumb idiot!” Katsuki snaps, jabbing his chopstick in Eijiro’s direction. “I-,”“Babe! Don’t say stuff like that!” Katsuki’s surprised by Eijiro’s sudden outburst. But, there’s this message in Eijiro’s seemingly sincere eyes that Katsuki immediately receives. They were acting, because somebody else was watching them too. “It’s unmanly to make my heart beat fast like that!”“Shut up,” Katsuki sighs. Then, he makes this long-shot decision, that takes his whole soul and whatever he has left of pride to do it. He leans over, and pecks Eijiro on the cheek. “Awh, you should’ve kissed!” Akimi complains along with Akira, and beyond her, Keiji and Kaede whoop and holler. “Yeah! They’re gonna have a hot night tonight!” Kaede yells.“Super unmanly to make his heart flutter, Bakugo!” Keiji jeers.“You kissed my cheek!” Eijiro whispers, his eyes shining and face flushed. “Can I not kiss your cheek?” Katsuki mumbles, suddenly very aware that the two of them had to be extra careful. Yumeko has a mind reading quirk. Even the slightest thought could reveal them, and probably get Katsuki shunned and kicked out forever. “Should I kiss you too?” Eijiro breathes, and Katsuki clicks his tongue. “Stupid. We’re boyfriends. Do whatever you want.”Internally, Katsuki is about to have a meltdown. If this were any other circumstance, Katsuki would’ve shrieked in rejection and slammed his fist onto Eijiro’s head. But now, Katsuki’s given explicit permission for Eijiro to “do whatever he wants”, and he’s pretty sure Eijiro took it seriously. And so, Eijiro kisses Katsuki’s head. “They’re finally comfortable!” Kokomi cheers, “Now all that’s left is for them to make out on the couch!”“You’re pretty excited for your nephew to make out on the couch with another guy, aren’t you, sister?” Ryota accuses from his bowl of rice. Beside him, the ever frightening Yumeko laughs sweetly. “Ryota, don’t tease your sister in a nasty way! She’s just happy Eijiro has somebody to love.”“Yes! Exactly! It feels like Katsuki and Eijiro are barely in love at all. They didn’t kiss and Katsuki looked so stiff whenever Eijiro touched him! I just need proof that they’re absolutely in love,” Kokomi cries in her defense. Katsuki groans quietly, fidgeting uncomfortably under Eijiro’s gentle kisses. He’s never been kissed before. And with so many people watching, he wasn’t sure this was how he wanted his first kisses to go. Beside them, Makoto returns to his food. They pull away, and Katsuki is fast to return to staring at his food, continuing his struggle to eat. Thankfully, he was almost done. He tries desperately to empty his head, so Yumeko would not be able to read it, but his heart his hammering and his hands are shaking. How could he not think about it?“Katsuki!” It’s Hana calling his attention. “Thanks for holding the kids. I’ll take them now.”“No!” Katsuki says. He and Hana stiffen awkwardly, staring at each other with confused, or for Katsuki, panicked eyes. “I mean- I’m sorry, yeah, yeah take them, I thought you asked something else.”He really doesn’t wanna be without the stupid brats! He’ll be subject to Eijiro’s affection with nothing else to hold Katsuki back that way! Hana smiles, looking relieved, and takes her children, one by one. “You’re an angel, Katsuki.”Angel? As Katsuki runs the weird word over in his head, all his worst fears come true. Eijiro slips an arm around Katsuki. When did he get close enough that their legs were touching?“Do you want me to feed you?” Eijiro asks quietly, sounding oddly excited. Katsuki can’t bring himself to look at Eijiro. “I’m full.”“I’ll kiss you again! You should put your head on my shoulder. Can we hold hands?” Eijiro’s questions are fast and shot out as though there’s no time left in the world. Katsuki realizes that Eijiro was getting excited about it. Then a thought crosses his mind. Was he getting excited about acting affectionate because he was doing it with Katsuki? Or was it because he’s never had a boyfriend before?What if he likes me too? Bells go off in Katsuki’s head. He’s close to flipping over the table now. Eijiro? Liking him? It had to be impossible. How could it not be? “Katsuki,” Eijiro coos, and there’s another kiss pressed to his head. “Stop that,” Katsuki asks weakly, hands reaching to ball into Eijiro’s shirt. He puts his head on Eijiro’s shoulder, looking for at least some sort of comfort. Could Eijiro like him? What if that’s the reason Eijiro really saved Katsuki? What if Katsuki was just being delusional, and that he should face reality and realize that Eijiro will never like him, ever?“Katsuki,” Eijiro whispers, his hand firm on Katsuki’s waist. “Are you okay?”Katsuki nods into his shoulder. “Just eat.” As Eijiro eats, he chatters about life at school and his many experiences with villains, most of which were fought alongside Katsuki, and tells Keiji and Kaede the many times Mineta was beat up for being a pervert. “Perverts suck!” Akira growls, her little body seated right next to Katsuki. “I’ll beat Mineta up too!”Katsuki, feeling miserable, keeps holding onto Eijiro. “That’s the spirit, Akira! You could be a hero!” Eijiro cries, and Akira flashes a toothy grin. She shows off her quirk, hardening her hand. “I’ll be Lady Riot! Killing perverts left and right!”“Smart girl!” Ryota cheers, “Hana, you finally raised one right!”“What’s wrong with the other six?” Hana narrows her eyes. “They’re all stupid,” Ryota replies plainly, engaging himself in a fight with all Kirishima siblings. Katsuki moves closer to Eijiro, so that he’s completely leaned into Eijiro. Barely any space was left between them.“Katsuki, how did you know you were in love with Eijiro?” What? Where the hell did that question come from? Katsuki looks up from playing with Eijiro’s dampened shirt in shock- weren’t they just arguing with Ryota? Where had the conversation gone?Katsuki looks up to Eijiro. Eijiro returns his look, and Katsuki can clearly see just how concerned Eijiro was, with his wide eyes and blank look. “I guess I never knew,” Katsuki starts to speak, his voice rough and quiet. “One day I looked at him while he was sleeping in class. Sunlight or some shi- I mean, or some bull, was shining on his face. I guess that’s when I knew.”Yumeko, who had asked the question, looks at Katsuki and Eijiro blankly. Katsuki almost breaks out into a sweat- it wasn’t entirely a lie! That’s really how he knew! A month or two after the attack on USJ, Katsuki looked up from writing his notes for English, and he saw Eijiro. Eijiro was leaning his cheek on the palm of his hand, caramel skin shining in the sunlight that seemed to burst through the window, red eyes highlighted. Katsuki rests his head again on Eijiro’s shoulder, He looked so beautiful. He thinks. And when Eijiro, from his memories, tucked some hair behind his ear, with thick strands falling out from his reach, Katsuki’s heart hammered with the force of three thousand construction workers. It was absolutely crazy- and it was the way Katsuki realized he was utterly, completely, insanely in love with Eijiro Kirishima and everything about him. “You guys gonna get married?” The old uncle says in good humor. “I like Ei-chan and Katsuki together,” Akimi pipes up, “They’re so awesome together!”“Katsuki would make a fine mother,” Hana calls, and the family laughs. Katsuki doesn’t find it funny, but he doesn’t say anything anyway. “He’d be a great housewife!” Keiji crows. “He’d be a great nothing!” Akira huffs. “I hate Katsuki!”Then, a child starts to cry. Pissed off now, Katsuki looks up in irritation at who’s brat could be crying, and it was Ash. “Why do you hate Katsuki?!” She wails miserably.“Because he’s a jerk face!” Akira retorts. Aside from the dumb kid bitch, Katsuki is taken aback by Ash’s passionate reaction. Did the three year old like him that much? “If Ash likes him, he’s a keeper,” Kokomi says. Makoto decides to join in, “I think Katsuki would be a good hero. He and Eijiro. They’d make a good duo.”“I always thought Midoriya and Katsuki would be the duo,” Eijiro remarks. Katsuki clicks his tongue in annoyance- he can’t hold back his tongue any longer. “What makes you think I’d duo with that nerd?” Katsuki demands to know, lifting his head from Eijiro’s shoulder. “Deku sucks. He’s shit compared to you. You’re the only person I’d ever duo with.”Eijiro looks at him, astonished. Katsuki glares at him, and Eijiro’s surprise increases when he seems to notice that Katsuki’s words were sincere. “Oh,” Is all Eijiro says in return. “Don’t say he sucks, though. Midoriya’s my friend.” Eijiro continues, clearing his throat. Katsuki clicks his tongue- he always forgets that Eijiro and that nerd were friends, and good ones at that. “Katsuki,” It’s Eijiro’s grandmother, “You really seem to love our Ei-chan. You must treat him well, though. He’s been through a great deal.”Katsuki’s eyebrows furrow. A great deal? For a while, he doesn’t know how to respond. He can’t respond. Finally, he pushes out, “I will.” The grandmother smiles, and an old guy next to her talks to Katsuki too, “Our Ei-chan. He’s a strong boy, but life has been wicked to him. It’s good his quirk is hardening!”The joke isn’t funny to the family, apparently. There’s some smiles and soft chuckles, but only Ash and Akimi really giggle. The atmosphere becomes… tense. There’s an odd look on Hana’s face, and the cousins look strangely saddened. Yumeko, Ryota and their brat kid are especially quiet. Is Yumeko crying? And, even Akira seems to be upset. Eijiro was his only source of reassurance. He was completely relaxed against Katsuki, except for his restlessly bouncing leg, a habit that had begun a moment ago. “Ah Si, why don’t you take Katsuki to see the ramen shop?” Hana breaks the tense silence. Eijiro’s leg stops bouncing, “Sure. Yeah, Katsuki, are you done eating?”“I’ve been done,” Katsuki mumbles, and is almost angered by how forcefully Eijiro launches himself out of his plastic seat. Katsuki falls over without the support of his fake boyfriend, and he groans in annoyance. “Dumbass,” He sighs, getting up quickly to follow after him. The tense silence pursues them even away from the family. Eijiro walks ahead of him quickly, making a beeline for upstairs to get dressed. Katsuki wants to yell at him for letting him fall over, wants to demand to know what that was all about, wants to hit his shoulder for letting him be so confused; but he doesn’t do any of it. The tension was a sad sort of tension, easily recognizable. Something really bad had happened to Eijiro in the past. If it wasn’t Eijiro, then why would the whole family get so tense? Katsuki keeps his mouth shut, but his train of thoughts slow him down. He’s barely up the stairs while Eijiro vanishes into his room. He’s a strong boy, but life has been wicked to him. That old guy had told him. Wicked to Eijiro in what way? And now, that all these realizations and confusions have been blessed to Katsuki, something is revealed to him on a silver platter. Katsuki Bakugo knew nothing about Eijiro Kirishima’s past. Literally nothing. Katsuki had told Eijiro all his past mistakes, all his tormenting-ways and confessed to being a horrible, horrible person. He had told Eijiro about his aggressive mother and standbyish father, had explained to him in detail of his coming out and figuring out he was gay. But Eijiro hadn’t told him anything. He hadn’t said a word about a coming story, hadn’t started to form a word about his real father or what had been so “wicked” to him, hadn’t even tried to explain how his mother and father treated him, never bothered to mention how he was raised. After becoming so close with Eijiro, enduring so much with Red Riot by his side, Katsuki comes to a certain realization. He didn’t know Eijiro at all. Maybe he knew him. Maybe he knew red-haired Kirishima, the motivated guy with unlimited enthusiasm who had a knack for ripping off his shirt, the gym rat kid who followed so happily in the shadows of Crimson Riot, the happy, goofball teenager with a loud voice that was well known to the class, teachers and all of U.A. Maybe, Katsuki knew Kirishima. Maybe, he really just knew Red Riot. Maybe Red Riot was who his best friend was- he had no clue who Eijiro was. No idea who the black haired boy was, and barely any descriptive words to dub Eijiro, because Katsuki had no clue what Eijiro was like. He had been deceived. Katsuki’s heart falls in his chest. He walks up the stairs, mind blank for a moment, and when he arrives at the final step, he suddenly feels sick at a certain thought. The thought that he was in love with Red Riot, with Kirishima instead of Eijiro. “Hey,” Eijiro calls his attention. He’s dressed now, in warm-looking clothes, standing in the doorway of his bedroom. “Get dressed. I-.. are you alright?”Katsuki is not alright. He’s the furthest thing from alright. “I’m good as fuck. I’ll get dressed and meet you downstairs.”“Katsuki, you look pale,” Eijiro pushes, but Katsuki doesn’t want to talk with Eijiro right now. He tries to walk past him, into the bedroom, but Eijiro stops him.“Look at me. Are you okay?”Katsuki looks at him. He looks at him, with his gravely concerned red eyes and serious face, but he can’t see anything aside from Kirishima’s wide, ear-to-ear shark tooth smile. Was he being deceived right now? Was everything an act? Was everything devoted entirely to Eijiro’s image of Red Riot?“I’m fine,” Katsuki states.“You’re not.” Eijiro disagrees. “Let’s go to the ramen shop tomorrow, if you-,”“I want to go to your stupid ass ramen shop,” Katsuki yanks his wrist from Eijiro’s hold, “I’m getting changed. I’m not sick, so don’t be a pussy about it.”He shuts the door behind him, and lets out a heavy sigh. He leans against the wall, unwilling to move. Was he really supposed to change and go out with Eijiro? Eijiro who he didn’t know? Then, Katsuki hears rustling. He lifts his head from the wall, alert. The rustling, it’s like if Katsuki were to turn over in his sleep- his eyes dart to the bottom bed, and he gasps. The blanket was fucking moving!“Oh fuck no!” Katsuki whispers, “Is that what’s fucking going on?! Was Eijiro being haunted by a ghost his whole life?”The blanket stops. Then it continues, and Katsuki’s heart keeps racing with it. “You know what, bitch?! Your days of fuckery are over! I’m gonna blow your ass to hell!” Katsuki threatens in a shout. He squats on his feet, and darts forward. He shoots his hand out, grabs the blanket, and yanks it from the bed. Beneath the blanket, there’s a creature. It’s… it’s a cat! “Oh, you fucking scared me!” Katsuki heaves, slapping a hand on his shoulder. The cat is an average size, with a thick and shiny black coat. It’s ears were pretty big though, and it had large, nice yellow eyes. It mewls. “Fuck!” Katsuki heaves, “Shit, cat! Look the other way! Go back under the blanket! I’m gonna change my clothes!” When Katsuki is finished, he swings open the bedroom door, feeling violated. He tosses a glare towards the cat on the bed, who had stared at Katsuki all while he dressed himself in a corner. “Weirdo.” He mutters, and just as he’s about to turn around, he’s greeted by one of Eijiro’s little sisters. “Did you meet Hobi?” It’s Akimi. She looks up at him with a cheeky smile. “Who the fu- fudge is Hobi?” Katsuki repeats, getting pissed that he wasn’t able to curse in front of the little brat.“Hobi is my cat! I put him in Ei-Chan’s room so you could meet him,” Akimi explains, “I guess you aren’t happy with him.”“Cats are dumbasses. I like dogs,” Katsuki mumbles to Akimi, looking over his shoulder to glare at Hobi one last time. “What kind of name is Hobi anyway?”“It’s J-Hope’s nickname!” Here we go again. The BTS bullshit. “J-Hope’s real name is Hoseok, and his nickname is Hobi, so my cat is named Hobi!”“What’s so good about BTS that you have to name your cat after them?” Katsuki sighs heavily, unable to hold it in any longer. Akimi isn’t fazed in the slightest, “Katsuki, BTS is the biggest boy ground out there! Their music is super cool, and their raps are great, and all the members are really nice!”“But you don’t even understand Korean. How the hell do you enjoy it if you can’t even understand it?” Katsuki argues, impatient. He’s been through this argument time and again with Sero, Mina and that invisible bitch. He’s not happy to have to go through it with Akimi. “But I do know Korean! I don’t know it all, but I really know a lot! Most of us do!” Akimi exclaims, seeming upset that Katsuki would even fathom the idea that she couldn’t speak Korean. “Well shit, I didn’t know,” Katsuki clicks his tongue. “Maybe if you translated some of their bullshit for me, I’d like them more.”“That’s a good idea!” Akimi’s eyes light up, “I’ll do that right now!”Katsuki watches her scamper off, and he rolls his eyes. Kids were pretty dumb. Akimi can’t trick Katsuki- she obviously knew no Korean at all. “Katsuki, let’s go! Mom wants us to start setting up so she can come and open the shop!” Eijiro yells from downstairs. “What?” Katsuki growls, hauling himself down the stairs. “You want me to help? I thought you were gonna show me around!”“Is that my beautiful girlfriend?” Eijiro whoops once he comes into Katsuki’s view. Katsuki narrows his eyes, “Girlfriend?”“What else should I call you?” Eijiro grins. His stupid smile manages to bunch his cheeks and crinkle his eyes, and it makes Katsuki forget everything he was ever upset about. Katsuki cocks an eyebrow, “Bakugo.” “Back to last name basis? But you’re my woman!” Eijiro teases, and Katsuki bares his teeth at him, “Keep calling me your fucking wife or dumb shit like that, and I’ll kick your ass back to both name basis. With the san. No kun or chan, no shit for you.”“Would you prefer I use Bakugo Katsuki-sama?” Eijiro chuckles. Katsuki, officially down the stairs, makes his way over to Eijiro and punches his shoulder. “Yeah, maybe you damn should. I’m superior to you anyways.”“You’re saying that cos I’m brown and poor,” Eijiro’s grin almost touches his eyes. Katsuki rolls his eyes, “Shut the fuck up.”“Hey, are you gonna be cold?” Eijiro mentions, out of nowhere, gesturing to Katsuki’s sweater tucked into his jeans. “It gets pretty damn cold out there.” “You’re acting like we live in Asahikawa,” Katsuki mutters. “We only live an hour away from Tokyo.” “Musutafu gets cold!” Eijiro argues, abandoning his face to face conversation with Katsuki to grab his coat from the towering coat hanger, located by the door. “Maybe for you,” Katsuki mumbles. “I can handle the cold!” Eijiro barks, shrugging on his leather jacket. Katsuki can’t bring himself to watch Eijiro drag it on- the way it hugged his biceps and squeezed his shoulders was a little too much for Katsuki. “I’m sure you can. Now, don’t go ripping your shirt off like you do in the dorms,” Katsuki sighs, unlocking the door. “Nobody wants to see your nipples.”“Maybe somebody does,” Eijiro suggests playfully, searching his pockets for his keys. Katsuki gives him a look as he swings open the door, “Nobody wants to see that shit. They look like beans.”“You like beans, Katsuki,” Eijiro points out, briefly distracted upon finding his keys in the depths of his coat pockets. He strolls out the door, and Katsuki shuts it behind him. “I like spicy beans.”“Pinto beans usually have a kick,” Eijiro’s eyes shine with mischief. Katsuki scrunches up his nose, “You’re so damn weird. I can’t believe you compared your fucking nipples to pinto beans.”“What? But aren’t my nipples pretty dark?” Eijiro asks, walking with Katsuki to the apartment’s crappy gate. “Why the fuck are we talking about your nipples? I don’t wanna talk about that anymore,” Katsuki grunts. “You’re just jealous,” Eijiro says as he unlocks the gate. “Your nipples are pink.”“What- why are you looking at my fucking nipples?! Huh?!” Katsuki barks, flexing his fingers in his enragement.“Can I not look at my girlfriend’s nipples?” Eijiro asks, swinging open the gate. Katsuki delivers a hard punch to his shoulder, to which he whines and yelps against, “That makes you sound like more of a fuckin’ pervert!”Eijiro shuts the gate, “What?! If she’s my girlfriend and she’s okay with it, I’d totally wanna see her nipples!”“Kirishima,” Katsuki snarls, his eyes glowing with a newfound disgust. “Shut the fuck up.”Eijiro laughs. He laughs as he makes his way to the motorcycle, and he laughs as he pops open the seat to get his helmets, and he doesn’t stop laughing until Katsuki whacks him in the back of the head. “We’re back to last names?” Eijiro asks, handing a helmet to Katsuki. “For you, I won’t use any honorifics. You have no honor,” Katsuki explains in a growl, shoving on his helmet afterwards. “For me, you’re gonna use my full name and sama as the honorific.”“We already established your honorifics,” Eijiro reminds him, mounting on the bike. He offers a hand for Katsuki to take, but Katsuki slaps it away. Then, he grabs Eijiro’s hand anyways and hauls himself onto the motorcycle. “So why the hell aren’t you using them?” Katsuki demands, and Eijiro chuckles as he kicks up the stick-thing that kept the motorcycle from falling over. “I don’t feel like it,” Eijiro gives Katsuki his shitty reason. Katsuki whacks his fist on Eijiro’s helmet, “You’re really pissing me off today, Eijiro!”“What’d I even do?!” Eijiro protests, starting the motorcycle. “All I did was mess around!”Around them, sisters and brothers alike come out to battle with their old sets of Pokémon cards, their dogs following shortly after from the inside. There was chatter in the midst of the cold morning, happy, and lit up. Katsuki’s hot answers to Eijiro’s helpless questions are lost once he notices this. The kids… they shout and laugh, yell and scream as they slap down cards, or pet stray dogs. Katsuki watches a little girl zip up an even littler boy’s enormous windbreaker. Teenagers dressed in pajamas come out of their homes to talk to each other, lean on gates and kick around pebbles, and adults walk with kids and talk happily to one another, all looking somewhat sleepy. “Katsuki?” Eijiro calls. “You good?”“I’m fine,” Katsuki replies slowly. “I’m good. There’s just a shit ton of neighbors.”“Is that why you spaced out?” Eijiro asks, revving up his motorcycle. “Morning, Kirishima!” An older woman with gardening gloves calls. “Ichigo, I told you to call me Eijiro!” Eijiro replies happily over the noise of his motorcycle. Katsuki sighs in irritation, putting his arms around Eijiro’s waist. “Tell your mother I say hello!” The old lady says and bends over to tend to her little box garden. “Ei-chan! Play cards with us!” The little boy in the windbreaker yells. “I’ve gotta set up the shop!” Eijiro replies. “Will you be back?” The little girl who had zipped his windbreaker up calls. “I’ll be back in an hour or two!” Eijiro assures. “Don’t keep us waiting!” Another little girl complains. “I won’t!” And with that, Eijiro’s speeding away from the street, engine loud and wheels louder. “You’ve got a shit ton of neighbors!” Katsuki shouts. “Yeah! Rich people don’t really talk to their neighbors, do they?” Eijiro shouts back. “I’m not goddamn rich!” The ramen shop is a corner restaurant. It’s painted pretty colors of red and gold, which are chipping and faded, and there are large windows offering views inside to the spacey shop. In large, red letters, the sign above the shop reads; “KIRISHIMA’S RAMEN”. “Your whole family runs it?” Katsuki asks as Eijiro parks the motorcycle. “No. Just my mom and uncle Ryota,” Eijiro says, kicking his bike’s stand to lay flat against the road. “Doesn’t your uncle live in Tokyo?” Katsuki asks, pulling off his helmet. He moves to the motorcycle’s seat, and pops it open. “Tokyo isn’t too far,” Eijiro scratches the nape of his neck beneath his helmet. He starts to take it off. “My uncle takes the train here every morning. Josh works here too.”Katsuki sets his helmet in the storage compartment, “Does your mom own the place?”“Yeah. Used to be my dad’s. She manages it and stuff, so she just works the cashier and ordering food things,” Eijiro explains, hanging his helmet on one of the handles of his bike. Katsuki closes the seat. “Josh and Ryota cook. We’ve got two trashy teens who wait the tables, but Makoto’s been skipping school more often, so he comes to help out.”“Your mom ever gonna expand the place?” Katsuki asks, following after Eijiro as he makes his way to the ramen shop’s door. “I don’t know,” Eijiro sniffs, his nose red from the nipping cold. Katsuki almost starts to regret not bringing a thicker jacket. “I like it the way it is, but I guess we’d make more profit if we had an expansion.”“Do you guys make a lot?” Katsuki continues as Eijiro shoves a key into the door’s key slot. “Does it look like we make a lot?” Eijiro jokes, good natured as ever. “It’s open! Ladies first.”“What is with you and the girl bullshit? I’m a guy, idiot,” Katsuki spits, and he doesn’t take a step forward. “You go in first. Lady. Girl. Woman.”“It’s ‘cause you’re my cute girlfriend with big boobs,” Eijiro laughs, and Katsuki’s eyes widen. He knocks Eijiro’s head in with his fist, “Fucking perv! Weirdo! Did you just call my fucking pecs ‘big boobs’?!” “Katsuki, get in, it's too cold for you!” Eijiro laughs, hunched over and rubbing his head pitifully. “I’m gonna blow up your fucking ramen shop if you say bullshit like that again!” Katsuki threatens loudly, stomping into the shop. He heaves furiously, taking a look around the shop. The floor were all white tiles, and the walls, a faded red, are decorated with charming, painted canvases of heroes like All Might, Crimson Riot, Mount Lady, Gun Head, every iconic pro you could think of, were all painted beautifully, striking dramatic poses as they stood in beds of flaming ashes or red roses. The shop was roomy for being so cheap, with at least ten tables spread around, and the ordering booth was quite large too.“Eijiro,” Katsuki calls, “Those paintings are worth shit. You got the kinda money to buy them?”“My sister painted them!” Eijiro replies from behind him, busy turning on the power. He makes his way to Katsuki’s side, “They look so real, huh? Like a pro painted them or something.”“Your sister painted them?” Katsuki repeats, staring at the All Might one. The painting was of his back, tattered and bruises, ashes of an American flag flying around him. It was the most brutally amazing shit he had ever seen in his whole life, but Katsuki wouldn’t believe for a second that the dumbass Akira would paint this. And Akimi would probably draw a shitty doodle of a BTS member in a Spider-Man suit. Ash was three, so she couldn’t be really considered. Doesn’t he have a sixth sibling? Katsuki thinks, recalling Eijiro’s huge introduction to his family as they left Katsuki’s house yesterday. Eijiro had clearly said he had six siblings. So far, Katsuki has only seen five. Where’s the sixth?“Katsuki, come on! Come check everything out!” Eijiro beckons, “You’ll help us in the kitchen at some point, so come get friendly!”“Get friendly with the kitchen?” Katsuki snorts. He decides to briefly let go of Eijiro’s sixth sibling and mysterious past. Those were things he would deal with later. “I’m holding the door for you and everything!” Eijiro points out cheekily. He is holding the kitchen door open, but it doesn’t look like it needs much holding. It’s about to fall off its hinges. “Say one more thing and I’ll blow your dick off,” Katsuki snaps, entering the kitchen.“Katsuki!” Eijiro screams, making Katsuki flinch.“Awh, you fucking bitch! You already know my hearing is shit! Why the fuck are you screaming?!” Katsuki shouts, swinging his fist in Eijiro’s direction. He then notices Eijiro’s scrunched up, reddened face. “What makes you think that was okay to say?!” Eijiro cries, and Katsuki opens his mouth to yell back- Oh. Oh.“I didn’t mean it like that!” Katsuki shrieks. “I know you didn’t!” Eijiro says, putting his hands up in distress. In what looks like an attempt to distract himself, he turns on the kitchen lights. “Right?! You didn’t mean anything?”“Why would I mean anything by that?! Oh my fucking god,” Katsuki rages, kicking the cooking counter. His body trembles, reddened with heat. “You’re so stupid!” “Nobody meant anything! Okay?! Let’s just look at the ramen shop!” Eijiro cries, helpless. “Yeah,” Is all Katsuki manages to mutter. “Anyways,” Eijiro continues, stepping into the kitchen. “This is it! The room where it happens. The magic shop. The…,”“Shut up,” Katsuki clicks his tongue, walking into the kitchen. He blinks his eyes, once, twice, and comes to the discovery that it’s a normal kitchen. There was a black-top counter in the middle with stoves and a flat top for cooking, counters with cabinets and sinks, a huge window behind the back counter, a back door and a moderately big fridge in the corner. Bigger than a house fridge, at least. “Not bad. Where’s your bathroom?”“They’re out in the dining area,” Eijiro says, hopping onto one of the counters. “There’s two customer bathrooms and there’s one employee bathroom right next to the ladies’ bathroom.”“I bet you take shits there,” Katsuki comments, opening a cabinet to inspect what was available. This cabinet has a shit load of plates.“Sometimes when I feel like shitting a lot I come here,” Eijiro muses, and Katsuki sees him laying back onto the counter from the corner of his eye. Katsuki opens another cabinet, and there’s more plates and bowls. “When you wanna shit a little you just shit at home?” Katsuki asks. Finally, he opens a cabinet that has spices. He runs his gaze over them, and decides he tolerates all choices of spices. “Yeah,” Eijiro confirms. “Some weeks I don’t shit at all. I have indigestion all the time. It sucks.”“Why don’t you see a doctor?” Katsuki asks, deciding his inspection of the kitchen has come to its conclusion. “I have. Ma even took me to take a blood test, but then I saw another doctor, and she said that nothing's wrong,” Eijiro sniffs, “I just eat too fast.”“Seriously? You went to two doctors and got a blood exam because you eat too fast?” Katsuki asks wryly, turning to look at Eijiro. Eijiro, lying awkwardly on the counter, shrugs. “I didn’t know. I thought my teeth razored it down good enough.”“I’m surprised your quirk isn’t just razor teeth,” Katsuki snorts, crossing his arms. He leans onto the counter, “You know, I don’t get why you put yourself down so much. You basically have two quirks. Hardening and your teeth being super fucking sharp.”“Awh, Katsuki,” Eijiro laughs. “Don’t say stuff like that.”“Why not?” Katsuki barks. He pushes himself off the counter and moves toward Eijiro, “I hate that you think so much shit about yourself. You’re really fucking cool, okay?” Light spills into the room from the giant window, suddenly illuminating the countertops and tops of silver faucets with warm light, tinted yellow, with dust floating through the shiny rays of sunlight. And when Eijiro doesn’t respond, simply lying still on the counter with his eyes fixed on the ceiling, Katsuki takes it upon himself to lie next to him.“Hey,” Katsuki grunts, head turned to look at Eijiro. “I’m serious. You’re manly. You’re so stupid, and manly, and you’re the goodest guy I’ve ever met. Out of everybody in our class, you’re the best guy there. So don’t go thinking shit about yourself. Don’t go talking shit about you… I kill anybody who talks shit about my best friend.”The little speech, which has Katsuki’s heart racing fast, makes Eijiro’s head turn to look at him. Suddenly, their eyes are locked, their faces aren’t so far apart anymore, and Katsuki lets out a shaky breath the moment Eijiro’s emotional gaze fixes on his. “You’re my best friend, you know that?” Eijiro croaks out, eyes glossy with feeling and eyebrows twisted, lips pulled into a half smile. The light that had seemingly burst into the kitchen strikes Eijiro’s face, bathing his brown face in the yellowish, winter glow of nine am. The focus Katsuki has on Eijiro’s face is surreal- he’s almost hyper aware of the little dust particles floating around Eijiro’s face. “Yeah,” Katsuki manages to choke out, feeling hotter than he’s ever felt. He can barely breathe, barely think. “You’re mine too.”“Should we look at memes?” Eijiro grins. “You really read the damn mood, huh?” Katsuki narrows his eyes, giving Eijiro’s shoulder a shove. He props himself up on the counter, “Ey, have you opened everything up yet?”“Yeah? Everything’s set up. I just need to put down all the chairs,” Eijiro says, sitting up too. “Then why don’t you do that, dumbass? When does the shop open?” Katsuki scolds.“At ten? What time is it?” Eijiro asks, scratching his forehead. “I don’t know!” Katsuki sighs, pulling out his phone. “Nine twenty. Get up, let’s go put some chairs down.” Going home is eventful- Eijiro argues Katsuki’s ears off because he thinks the cold is too much for Katsuki to handle. Eventually, Katsuki punches Eijiro’s arm, and instead of a punch back, he’s given Eijiro’s brown leather jacket to wear home. Katsuki fights with him instead, as Eijiro’s only wearing a short sleeved shirt underneath, but Eijiro knocks a helmet onto Katsuki and puts him on the bike. “Why didn’t you wear your jacket?!” Katsuki yells, jumping off the motorcycle. Eijiro, kicking the stand forward, groans in frustration. “Stop arguing about it! You looked cold! You were shivering, so I gave you the jacket!” “I’ll argue till whenever the hell I want!” Katsuki growls, pulling off his helmet and throwing it into the storage compartment. “You piss me off, Eijiro! Always doing shit for everybody and nothing for yourself!”“Man, c’mon! The selfless stuff is to be manly! Why’re you so upset?!” Eijiro complains, putting his helmet on the handle of the bike. “Because it’s exactly what I fucking said! Always doing shit for everybody else-,”“You’re arguing to argue with me right now,” Eijiro sighs, walking past Katsuki to open the gate. “Stop making shit up! I’m being honest!” Katsuki shouts after him, following Eijiro into the gate. Eijiro shuts the gate once Katsuki’s in, “Look, I know you like to argue, but I don’t feel like fighting right now, okay? Now, let’s go inside and talk with my mom.”“I’m not pulling this out of nowhere,” Katsuki snarls, “It started when you gave me your dumbass jacket! You get cold, Eijiro!”“Not as much as you do!” Eijiro says in exasperation, “Why can’t you just accept the things I do for you?” Katsuki starts to reply, about to dive into a heated response, but Eijiro cuts him off. “Look dude, let’s let it go, okay? I don’t wanna fight. Don’t even feel like it. I just wanna get inside and be with my family, alright?”“I already said I’m not fighting!” Katsuki yells, climbing up the porch steps as Eijiro unlocks the door.“Bro, really?” Eijiro turns his head to give Katsuki a wry look. “Let it go! I gave you my jacket because I wanted to!”“You started arguing!” Katsuki protests, “Why can’t you look out for yourself for once, huh?!”“If I only looked out for myself, you wouldn’t be here with me right now, Katsuki,” Eijiro tells him, and the door is opened before Katsuki can even process what he’s said.Katsuki follows Eijiro inside in silence. That was a pretty serious answer, especially for somebody like Eijiro. He shuts the door behind him and locks it. “I’m gonna use the bathroom,” Katsuki mutters to Eijiro, walking past him quietly and towards the bathroom in the hall. Once he’s in, he shuts and locks the door. If I only looked out for myself… Katsuki bites his lip, pressing his fingertips to his forehead. He wasn’t an idiot. Katsuki Bakugo was halfway genius, with high scores just behind Momo Yaoyorozu’s. So, why couldn’t he figure out what Eijiro meant?Yeah, Eijiro was referring to Kamino. Yeah, Katsuki knows Eijiro risked a lot to bring their friends together, to tell the whole class that he wanted to rescue Katsuki. Katsuki knows that Eijiro was put through a lot to even reach out his hand. Katsuki knows very well that Eijiro was aware he was putting his status of a rookie hero on the line to save him- that Eijiro was ready to risk his dream for him.Katsuki knows. What he doesn’t know is what had compelled Eijiro to say something to dark, so heavy, so full of meaning that both he and Katsuki had no choice but to remain in silence. Katsuki has an odd notion that the sad-fueled phrase has something to do with Eijiro’s past, that Katsuki knows nothing of.Fuck it, Katsuki sighs, I’m just gonna piss. When Katsuki exits the bathroom, with intentions to ask Eijiro a couple grilling questions, he stops at the doorway when he spots Eijiro on the couch. Katsuki’s heart almost melts. Eijiro is sat on the couch, with Makoto’s head on Eijiro’s chest and Eijiro’s big arms around his younger sibling. “Damn,” Katsuki grunts. Eijiro and Makoto look up, equally wide eyed. No matter how different the siblings looked, Katsuki is almost surprised by how similar they look at that moment. “You’re getting soft, Kirishima.”“Which one?” Makoto says, ever the edge to his lazy voice. Katsuki is very close to baring his teeth and saying nasty shit to Makoto, but Eijiro’s amused look cools his oncoming threats to some degree. “Don’t be jealous, babe,” Eijiro winks, exaggerating the babe. Katsuki turns his glare from Makoto to Eijiro in a millisecond, “Babe?” Katsuki repeats, venom in his voice. “Can my brother not call you pet names?” Makoto hisses, and Katsuki clicks his tongue in irritation, “I don’t give a damn what he does or doesn’t call me. I love it when he calls me names. He can call me cocksucker and I’d love it.” Katsuki’s random retort is finished by Katsuki falling back onto the couch, across from Eijiro and Makoto. Eijiro laughs, and Makoto looks at the television in his annoyance. “What’re we watching?” Katsuki grumbles.“Nothing yet. Me and Makoto were just gonna cuddle,” Eijiro responds. “Got a problem?” Makoto backs his brother up, as though Katsuki had just called Eijiro every gay slur in the book. I will if you don’t shut the fuck up, is what Katsuki really wants to say, but he needs to make a decent impression on the Kirishima siblings if he wanted to not be lonely over Christmas break. So, he ignores Makoto, and pulls out his phone. The beloved group chat of Class 1-A is where he’s headed- and it’s now titled, “️️️🅱️EniS 🅱️ITchEs”.11:04 AMKing of Explosions. (Katsuki Bakugo): Why is it every time I leave you dumbasses alone, I come back to the group chat being named some weird ass fuckin’ shit?11:04 AMFloat Bitch (Ochaco Uraraka): Do you ever stop bitching? 🙄🙄11:04 AMClass Representative. (Tenya Iida):Hello, Bakugo! We haven’t spoken in a very long time. How are you doing this break? 11:05 AMKing of Explosions. (Katsuki Bakugo): I’m fucking fine. Why do you care?11:05 AMAll Might Jr. (Deku!!!) (Izuku Midoriya): Hi Kacchan!! How’s winter break? Is Kirishima there with you?11:05 AMgummy bear (Shoto Todoroki):https://images.app.goo.gl/hUvThg5tcK7xxBCu9hello bakugo. please do not bully izuku or I may have to murder you. 11:05 AMKing of Explosions. (Katsuki Bakugo): Why the fuck wouldn’t I bully Deku??? Deku, you’re a fucking nerd. 11:05 AMClass Representative. (Tenya Iida): 😲😲😲😲😲😲😲😲😲😲😲😲😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😰😨😨😨😨😰😨😓😓😓😥😥😥😥😥 DO NOT DISRESPECT MIDORIYA PLEASE BAKUGO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 11:06 AMFloat Bitch (Ochaco Uraraka): Imagine if Bakugo Katsuki would stop being a whiny ass bitch????? Oh my god my skin would literally clear! 11:06 AMAll Might Jr. (Deku!!!) (Izuku Midoriya): You guys don’t be mean!!! Kacchan just wants to talk11:06 AMgummy bear (Shoto Todoroki): izuku, let’s kiss izuku, come to my house.come to my house now. immediately.11:07 AMKing of Explosions. (Katsuki Bakugo): I came at the worst time… ever. You guys are so fucking lame. 11:07 AMgummy bear (Shoto Todoroki):https://images.app.goo.gl/hUvThg5tcK7xxBCu911:07 AMFloat Bitch (Ochaco Uraraka): Okay, so I’m gonna start ignoring Bakugo(*^ω^*) Babe, how was your day?11:07 AMClass Representative. (Tenya Iida): Bakugo please do not say such things! We are all classmates and we are all close friends! We shouldn’t be putting each other down! 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😟😟😟😔😔😟😟😔😔😟😟😔😔😟😔😔😔😔😟😟😔😔😔😟😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😟😔😔😟😟😔😔😟😟😔11:08 AMAll Might Jr. (Deku!!!) (Izuku Midoriya): Kacchan, please tell Kirishima I say hi if you’re leaving!!!! Have a good day :) Katsuki can’t talk to these people any longer. He sets down his phone, glancing up once he notices the chatter and moving images of the television. “Train to Busan?” Katsuki asks, recognizing the movie immediately. Shit was crazy good- Katsuki has seen it in theaters, and Class 1-A had sat and watched it together one night, looking for something scary to watch. Train to Busan looked scary to all Katsuki’s classmates, but it sure as fuck wasn’t. It managed to make Katsuki cry every time. “Yeah, but I might pussy out,” Eijiro sighs. “I cry really hard every time I see this movie.”Katsuki snickers. “Yeah, you bawl like a bitch.” “Could you stop being a dick to my brother?” Makoto pipes up.“He’s not being a dick,” Eijiro cuts in before Katsuki can even open his mouth. “Don’t say that about him, okay? Katsuki’s a good guy to me. He’s never a dick. He’s messing around.”Katsuki is.. stunned. Shocked? He has no words to say, no retorts for Makoto or Eijiro, nothing to do except stare at Eijiro defending him with his jaw unhinged. “Whatever,” Makoto grunts and sinks back into his brother’s hold. Katsuki turns his attention to the movie. He doesn’t want to think about Eijiro defending him.. but he can’t help how fast his heart races. Eijiro’s defended him plenty of times before; from his middle school friends, from his family just yesterday, from schoolmates and from villains. Eijiro defending him today was no different than Eijiro defending him yesterday. So why was Katsuki’s heart going crazy? When dinner time rolls around, Katsuki is laying in Eijiro’s bed, scrolling through his twitter. Hobi, the cat, is curled up beside his head. It’s only pissing Katsuki off a little bit. “Katsuki!” Somebody calls. Sort of sounds like a midget brat. Katsuki groans, muffled by his pillow, in response. He’s busy watching watching Kid Fresino explain how he rose to fame as a rapper to a foreign journalist. “Katsuki, it’s time for dinner!” Who is calling him? Katsuki can’t tell who’s who anymore. All the little brats sound exactly the same. Katsuki remains in silence, continuing to watch the interview. Then, Katsuki hears the bedroom door fly open. Hobi’s head perks up, and Katsuki leaves it up to the cat to reply to the intruder. “Katsuki!” It sort of sounds like Akimi, with her less-annoying voice that wasn’t total shit, like Akira’s, or Mei’s was. “Katsuki, let’s go eat dinner!”“I’m not hungry,” Katsuki replies in a grumble. “Tell your mom thanks.”“Katsuki, you have to come to dinner!” Katsuki’s pretty sure it’s Akimi talking to him, but he doesn’t care enough to check. He’s pretty busy watching this damn interview. “I said no.” Katsuki clicks his tongue. “I won’t stop talking until you come then!” Akimi declares, and Katsuki reconsiders his refusal. No matter what, Katsuki would be subjected to chattering of little kids, whether it be stuck in his room listening to Akimi drone on about whatever the fuck she drones on about, or out in the kitchen, where she would do the same thing with five other kids. He guesses the latter is less annoying. “Don’t think you’ll win me over next time, brat.” Katsuki mutters to Akimi, turning his head to glare at her. She smiles big and gives Katsuki a big thumbs up, “I’ll spend all day tomorrow working on an elaborate scheme to get you out of bed!” She promises. “Please don’t,” Katsuki says as he climbs out down from Eijiro’s bed, Hobi dangling from his right arm. “How did Hobi get up on your bed?” Akimi asks.Katsuki, now on the ground, hands Hobi to Akimi. “Don’t know,” He lies, knowing full well he brought Hobi up on the bed with him. “I think Hobi likes you! He likes you so much that he climbs all the way up to Ei-Chan’s bed!” Akimi giggles, cradling Hobi in her arms. Hobi only looks a little bit irritated as she walks with him out the door, Katsuki close behind. “I don’t like Hobi,” Katsuki tells Akimi, but deep down, he knows that’s a lie too. “You’re a bad liar,” Akimi giggles as she hops down the stairs, Hobi bouncing in her arms. “You should stop lying. It makes you look like a dummy, because you’re so bad at it.”“I’m a fucking perfect liar! You’re the trash liar!” Katsuki replies furiously, about a second after Akimi had finished telling Katsuki why he shouldn’t lie. “You look like a dummy all the time!”“And you’re so mean!” Akimi sighs, grinning at Katsuki as they walk the hall to the kitchen. “I guess Ei-chan likes jerks.”“I don’t wanna talk with you anymore,” Katsuki confesses angrily, drained by the seven year old. “Okay, but can I sit by you?” Akimi requests, putting Hobi on the floor. Katsuki walks ahead as she pets his head, providing no response. “Look who it is!” An old guy yells cheerfully. Who the hell is that?The dinner table erupts into whoops and cheers, startling Katsuki. He flexes his fingers, eyes widening. What? Why were they cheering? The hairs on his nape stand on end, ready for somebody to attack him. “He looks like he’s about to die!” Ryota shouts. “You guys, c’mon! He’s embarassed!” Eijiro! Eijiro said something! Katsuki looks around wildly for him, and finds him at the end of the table. He grins at Katsuki, and Katsuki is almost ecstatic to see him. Stiffly, Katsuki walks over to him as the family’s cheers and applause fades into laughter over Katsuki’s tense expression. When Katsuki arrives at Eijiro’s side, he discovers that there’s no chair available for Katsuki to sit in. The one beside Eijiro was filled by Makoto, glaring daggers into Katsuki’s skull.Fucking shit, Katsuki thinks, suddenly feeling nervous. “Guess you’ll have to sit by Grandpa,” Makoto says casually to Katsuki.Katsuki looks to where the old people sit, and finds that Makoto is right. The only open seat was at the corner of the table, all the way across from Eijiro and right next to a seriously old guy. “What? Don’t want to sit next to Grandpa?” Makoto sneers. “Makoto, stop,” Eijiro scolds. Then, Katsuki feels Eijiro’s hands on his waist, “Sit with me, Katsuki!” That doesn’t help anything at all. Katsuki’s face lights up a thousand colors of red- sit in Eijiro’s lap? Wasn’t the asshole getting pretty carried away with the whole lovey shit?“He doesn’t like you, Ei-chan,” Akira calls from across the table. “He won’t even sit with you! He looks like he’s gonna poop his pants!”“Akira, keep talking that way to our guest and I’ll take away all of your dolls!” Hana scowls, “God! I thought I raised you guys better!”“Katsuki’s gonna shit his pants!” Keiji shrieks, and most of his cousins laugh. Makoto is chuckling, but Eijiro doesn’t seem to find it funny at all. Katsuki doesn’t notice, though. He’s too busy struggling on whether to run away or blow Keiji’s face off. “Hey, it’s okay,” Eijiro rubs Katsuki’s waist. Katsuki is literally on the verge of death- anything seems better than being laughed at by the Kirishima’s at the moment. He sits, hesitantly, on Eijiro’s leg. “Katsuki,” Eijiro whispers, “You okay?”“No, you fucking idiot!” Katsuki hisses into his ear. “It’s okay! Dude, just relax! Think of it as bro-cuddling!” Eijiro assures. “I’ve only cuddled one person in my whole damn life,” Katsuki growls.“But you cuddled me last night!”“Exactly,” Katsuki mumbles, suddenly embarrassed again. “Was I the first person you’ve ever cuddled?!” Eijiro gasps, slowly putting his arms around Katsuki’s waist. “Yeah,” Katsuki mumbles again, even quieter this time. “Dude,” Eijiro grins, putting his chin on Katsuki’s shoulder. “Feels like I’m gonna be your first everything. First cuddle, first best friend, first fake-boyfriend.. what’s next?”“Nothings gonna be next, dumbass,” Katsuki clicks his tongue, and finally, he decides to lean back into Eijiro’s hold. “You want me to feed you, princess?” Eijiro asks teasingly. Katsuki knocks his fist on Eijiro’s forehead, “I’m not a fucking princess, shit face!”“Ow! My head!” Eijiro whines, “Kiss it better, Katsuki!”“I’m not kissing jack shit,” Katsuki snorts and reaches out a hand to pick up Eijiro’s chopstick, helping himself to some of Eijiro’s meat. “Now you’re eating my meat?!” Eijiro cries. Katsuki leans back into Eijiro, chewing on the beef. “Mmm. Tastes great. So damn good, that maybe I should eat all of it.” “Asshole!” Eijiro gasps. Katsuki turns his head to look at the horrified Eijiro, a mischievous look in Katsuki’s eyes. “I’m eating all of it!” Katsuki announces, lunging forward and grabbing a huge portion of Eijiro’s beef in his chopsticks. “No!” Eijiro wails, pressing one hand into Katsuki’s waist as the other reaches for his chopsticks. “It’s gonna taste so good! Wish there was some for you to eat!” Katsuki taunts, an evil smile splitting on his face as he waves the chopsticks in the air, trying to get the beef into his mouth. “I’m eating it! I’m eating it, I swear to fucking All Might, you can’t stop me at all!” Katsuki says, dodging another swipe of Eijiro’s hands. “We’re going back to last name basis if you don’t give me my beef!” Eijiro threatens, grabbing hold of Katsuki’s wrist and staring him dead in the eye. Katsuki grins, “Good.”They return to their stupid chase, with Eijiro swiping for Katsuki’s chopsticks, and Katsuki leaning left and right, ducking under Eijiro’s arm and dodging his hand to try and eat Eijiro’s beef. Katsuki doesn’t notice it, but he’s been laughing the whole time. “Give me- Katsuki! Just give me the beef!” Eijiro wheezes.“It’s goin’ into my mouth! The whole ass thing!” Katsuki laughs, even though it sort of hurts to laugh, holding Eijiro’s hand down with his left arm and the other stuck beneath him. He lowers the beef into his mouth, but is rudely interrupted by Eijiro. In desperation, Eijiro lunges his head forward and sinks his teeth into the small part of the beef that isn’t already in Katsuki’s mouth. “Hey! You fucking weirdo!” Katsuki shouts as best as he can through a mouthful of beef. “Get your shark teeth out of my beef!” “Nope. I’m eating some, no matter what!” Eijiro rejects, sounding enthusiastically determined. While Katsuki is distracted, Eijiro yanks the chopsticks out of his hand, which essentially lets Katsuki have all the beef. Quickly, Katsuki shoves it into his mouth and starts to chew. “Katsuki! Open your mouth!” Eijiro shrieks. Katsuki shakes his head. “Open it right now!” “You’re the worst frien-,” Eijiro cuts himself off. Katsuki’s smile falls at the mistake, the warmth in his cheeks disappearing. “Boyfriend, I’ve ever had.” Katsuki, in his horror, knows that he has to do something cute to Eijiro, in case somebody around them heard his slip up. So, he gathers all the courage in his soul, and leans in to kiss Eijiro’s cheek. It’s pretty difficult, considering Katsuki’s cheeks were swollen with the huge piece of beef he decided to fit in there, but it somehow works. Katsuki presses his lips to Eijiro’s (pretty soft) skin in the weirdest way to kiss somebody, ever, and pulls away. “That was the grossest thing I’ve literally ever seen,” Makoto complains. Katsuki and Eijiro look up from Katsuki’s kiss, any reaction Eijiro might have had unknown to the world. The family laughs, “I’ve never seen anything cheesier,” Josh remarks. “That made me shit my own pants,” Kaede grumbles.“I want a girlfriend!” Keiji complains, looking away from his food wistfully. “Almost puked in my mouth,” Hana remarks. “I remember how great it was to be young and in love,” Kokomi sighs. “Namjoon was so handsome back then.” “So why’d you divorce him?” Ryota asks. “Because he turned ugly,” Kokomi explains, and whether it’s a joke or not, Katsuki snickers. “If he’s so ugly, why did you re-marry him?” Keiji calls.“Because after your dad and I split, Namjoon suddenly becames super sexy,” Kokomi smiles, wriggling her fingers for affect. Katsuki, now with his head resting in Eijiro’s chest, chuckles. Eijiro does too, and Katsuki almost blushes because of how much Eijiro’s laugh vibrates his cheek. “What’s the real story, aunt Kokomi?” Makoto asks. “You don’t know?!” Kokomi asks, bewildered. “Ma, none of us know,” Kaede says. “Oh. Well, me and your uncle Namjoon were very good together,” As Kokomi tells her divorce story, Katsuki finishes chewing all the beef and swallows. He looks up at Eijiro, seeing nothing more than his chin and some of his nose. There’s a warm, sort of fuzzy feeling that overcomes Katsuki’s chest, infecting his heart as he gazes up at Eijiro. Something about how they were sitting, listening to family stories just after such a playful fight, suited only for couples, makes Katsuki… feel really good. Unwilling to let go of the feeling just yet, he lets himself stay in that very position, with Eijiro’s hand on his waist and arm rubbing his leg and everything. “And so, we remarried because he still has my Hairspray soundtrack CD,” Kokomi finishes her story, “He gave me chlamydia after our honeymoon, and I almost divorced him again. But, we were so happy we even had another baby.”“You got chlamydia?!” Hana exclaims. “Where’s Lomaja anyway?” Eijiro asks, probably referring to Kokomi’s kid, and Katsuki almost breaks a sweat at the thought of another child bothering him. “He stayed in Korea with Namjoon,” Keiji says. Katsuki lets out a sigh of relief, happy to know that the kid wasn’t coming. “They’re coming back before Christmas though!” Katsuki then decides that this was it; he was going to have to kill himself before the toddler arrived. Just as Katsuki thinks of suicide by toddlers, little Ash tugs on his shirt. “You were right,” Ash says, beaming her toothless smile, “I am good for uncle Namjoon! Today I was very good, so now uncle Namjoon is coming to visit!”“Yeah?” Katsuki asks. No matter how much he despises toddlers, he likes Ash, and her honest, big eyes, fat cheeks and rolls of baby fat on her wrists. He likes that she’s missing most of her shark teeth too. He doesn’t act too rude to her, for those reasons, he decides. Ash grabs onto Katsuki’s leg, little fists balling into his jeans as she tries to climb onto his lap. Katsuki leans away from Eijiro briefly, picking Ash up and setting her in his lap. “Ash!” Eijiro greets his sister. “You like Katsuki, huh?”Ash nods, shying her head into Katsuki’s shirt. “Ei-chan, it’s funny! Katsuki, he’s sitting on your lap, and I’m sitting on Katsuki’s!”“Very funny, Ash!” Eijiro agrees happily, lifting a hand that used to hold Katsuki to brush his thumb over Ash’s cheek. A little smile breaks on Katsuki’s face, watching as Eijiro’s thumb swipes over her cheekbones and listening to Ash’s happy giggles as she babbles randomly to her big brother and his boyfriend. “You look like young parents,” Yumeko remarks from across the table. Katsuki looks up, surprised that somebody was watching them. When he sees who noticed, Katsuki’s heart sinks.“Gross,” Makoto groans.
Oh, fuck.
Yumeko laughs, and Katsuki’s warm cheeks start to chill. “Don’t worry, Katsuki,” Yumeko assures, out of the blue, “I can control my mind reading after a little bit. I don’t always read your thoughts.”It doesn’t relax Katsuki. He’s a rookie hero- he knows how well people can lie and fib. “Alright,” He says instead. He knows now that he really needs to keep his mind empty. “I don’t know if Katsuki and I will ever be young parents. Or parents at all,” Eijiro replies, saving the day as per usual. “Katsuki doesn’t like kids.”“No young person wants to have kids,” The old lady, Eijiro’s grandma, says. “But the decision may be wise. Heroes put a lot on the line, including their lives. Having a child.. I’m not sure how your child would feel, having absent fathers and worrying about their deaths.”Katsuki’s eyebrows raise. He can almost feel Eijiro’s surprise too. Katsuki already knows all this. Kids are a horrible decision for a hero, and having one so young would be even worse. “It’s not as if they can have children anyway,” Yumeko sighs, picking up her chopsticks. “This is Japan, after all.”“There’s other places we can go to adopt kids,” Katsuki pipes fiercely, suddenly defensive. Wait... why was he defensive? He doesn’t want kids. He fucking hates kids. “It’s not like we can’t. Besides, maybe when we’re older, we can get kids by then. We can already marry, anyways.”Yumeko and the Kirishima grandmother look at Katsuki with taken aback expressions. Even Eijiro looks oddly at Katsuki. It seems another old guy, maybe Eijiro’s granddad, notices Katsuki’s defensiveness too. “Katsuki, I thought you didn’t want kids?!” Eijiro laughs, and Katsuki’s eyes dart to the ground, staring at it hotly. “If you want them..”“I think it’s enough that you two can marry,” The old guy says. Katsuki looks up, moving his glare to the old man. “Why is there a need to have children? Even marrying is a lot.”“Honey, stop!” The grandmother scolds. “You know how Eijiro is...”“How Eijiro is?” Katsuki repeats. Though Katsuki is most commonly unbothered, he is easily infuriated, and especially when it comes to Eijiro. “I don’t think it’s enough. I don’t think anything is enough. Nothing is enough. Nothing is enough until I can walk down the street holding his hand without getting a look! Nothing’s enough until I can get married, and get old, and have kids just like all of you can! It’ll never-,” “Katsuki,” Eijiro’s gentle voice interrupts his fit. His wide hand presses into Katsuki’s waist, holding him all this time from standing up from his lap and disturbing poor Ash. “It’s alright.”When Katsuki takes a breath, he realizes the whole family has witnessed Katsuki’s brief tantrum. His breath hitches, but he’s not embarrassed. He’s never embarrassed. Not by shit like this. Katsuki sits back. He relaxes back into Eijiro, readjusting Ash in his lap. “If anybody’s got shit to say, say it to me,” Katsuki barks, petting Ash’s shoulder with one hand and holding Eijiro’s with another. “Don’t go saying shit so casually around him. And don’t go saying shit behind his back either.”“Thank you for saying that, Katsuki,” It’s Hana who speaks. Katsuki is glad she’s saying something, at least. “Maybe you should apologize to Eijiro, Grandfather.”And so, the old man turns to Eijiro and Katsuki, and Katsuki can clearly see the distaste in his eyes. “I apologize,” He says, and he bows his head. “It’s alright, Gramps! Let’s finish dinner,” Eijiro forgives, letting it go with ease. Katsuki doesn’t like that, but he guesses it’s up to Eijiro. As the family tries to start up conversation, Ash reaches to touch Katsuki’s face. “Katsuki,” She coos. “Can I be a flower girl? For you?”“Yeah. Sure,” Katsuki agrees, and he smiles for the little girl. It’s the first time in his life he’s ever felt so much emotion, that wasn’t hatred, towards a little kid. “Katsuki,-kun!” Akimi calls, putting an unnecessary amount of emphasis on the honorific. “Hey punk, happened to San?” Katsuki asks. “I don’t need to call you Katsuki-san anymore, because you’re my older brother’s husband!” Akimi tells him happily. “Tomorrow, I’ll call you Katsuki-chan!”“Tomorrow, you’ll call me Bakugo-san before I send you back to heaven,” Katsuki retorts, earning laughter from Eijiro and Hana herself. Ash giggles too, but just because she’s three years old. He restrained himself a great deal to say that; the unfiltered version would be awful for family ears.“Katsuki, did you know Ei-chan can dance to BTS songs?” Akimi asks, batting her cat-like eyes at Katsuki. “No,” Katsuki tells her, uninterested in where this is going. He lets Eijiro feed him a bit of rice in the mean time. “Well, he can!” Akimi says. “Are we talking about Ei-chan dancing?” Akimi asks, looking up from hitting her tablet. “Katsuki, Ei-chan can dance to DNA, Blood, Sweat and Tears, and Fake Love!”“Fake Love!” Ash repeats, touching Katsuki’s jaw with her fat fingers as she repeats the song title gleefully.“Guys, he doesn’t need to know all this,” Eijiro scolds from above him. Katsuki glowers at Eijiro, “What? They can tell me what they want!”“You’re feisty today, huh babe?” Eijiro sighs, looking at Katsuki as though he were exhausted. Katsuki blushes, “Babe?”“Can I not call you any pet names?” Eijiro asks, kissing Katsuki’s burning cheek.“Katsuki, he’s trying to distract you from what’s important!” Akimi cries, “Listen to us!”“What?” Katsuki hisses, whirling his head around to glower at the children. Akimi and Akira look at Katsuki with huge eyes and “pretty” smiles, trying to enamor him, but Katsuki is terrified by their razor teeth (which some are missing) and bulging eyes. “Katsuki, can you please ask Ei-chan to dance to BTS?” Akimi pleas, “We won’t talk about BTS until their comeback!” “No!” Eijiro cries. “When is their comeback?” Katsuki snarls. “Katsuki!” Eijiro hisses, jabbing his finger into Katsuki’s arm. “Next week!” They chorus. “It’s called Persona! Doesn’t it sound so cool?!” Akimi gushes, ever more the Army than Akira and her siblings. “You forgot the first part! It’s Map of the Soul, Persona.” Akira corrects in exaggeration, narrowing her eyes and looking disgustedly at her sister. “You guys just broke your deal,” Katsuki points out, “I won’t do shit.” Eijiro sighs in relief above him, while the sisters complain and wail. “Thanks, Katsuki,” Eijiro says happily, kissing his head again. Katsuki’s whole body feels hot. Stop with the kisses, he wants to scream at him. If Eijiro wants to kiss him, he should at least ask him out first, shouldn’t he? Pissed, Katsuki turns to Akira and Akimi, eyes determined. “Okay,” He finally says, “Let’s make him do DNA.” Eijiro, Keiji and Kaede stand in front of the table, bordering the kitchen and dining room. The radio is replaced by a speaker, connected to Akira’s tablet. Keiji and Kaede joined in by free will, but Katsuki swayed Eijiro in front of the whole family by saying; “If you don’t dance, I won’t kiss you until school starts.”Eijiro looked unbothered at first, but Katsuki knew his plan was brilliant. Announcing such a gooey, bullshit, romance deal it in front of the whole family immediately required Eijiro to agree. Unless, he wanted their cover to be blow. Which Eijiro did not. So now, he stands with Keiji and Kaede, pulling his hair back into a ponytail while Akira gets everything ready. Katsuki has his phone out, recording the whole fiasco with Ash napping in his lap. “Remember when Eijiro met Kim Taehyung?” Makoto calls amongst the family chatter. “I really thought he would get married!” Hana cries, “A rich, idol husband for my son! I’d live in comfort forever!”“Ma, c’mon!” Eijiro scowls, frowning as he snaps his hair tie. Katsuki turns his eyes to Hana, wondering if she preferred an idol over a rookie hero for Eijiro. For some weird reason, it sort of makes him mad. Why was she saying that in front of her kid’s boyfriend?“You’re making Katsuki jealous, auntie!” Mei, the annoying little girl, laughs. “Don’t say too much, or else he’ll lose his temper and blow up the whole house!”“Literally nothing you say is funny, Mei,” Keiji informs his cousin. “It’s not nice to make fun of your cousin’s boyfriend anyways, dear,” Yumeko says, sipping her wine. “But he’s a jerk!” Mei argues.“Katsuki’s a jerk, but he’s not a hi one!” Akira rejects the complaint.“Katsuki’s not a jerk at all!” Akimi defends. “Katsuki’s a prick,” Makoto announces, and Hana throws some rice at her son. “Hey! That’s your brother’s boyfriend, punk!”“Katsuki!” Silence falls upon the table. Katsuki, though unimpressed, is surprised to know who said it. Baby Junta, sitting in his high chair at Hana’s side with smashed peas and strawberries dripping from his hands and dirtying his face, had said Katsuki’s name.“Was that his first word?” Josh yells. “Junta said his first word?!” Eijiro cries.“Junta! Junta baby, you-,” Hana cuts herself off, tears welling in her eyes. “Katsuki!”“Katsuki!” He happily repeats his mother. The family explodes into screams of outrage and glee. “I wanted him to say thottie!” Kaede wails.“Let’s focus on Junta now! Forget BTS!” Eijiro whoops, running over to congratulate his little brother. “Katsuki?” Mei, Akira and Makoto complain. “Really?”“Should’ve been mom or somethin’ good,” Eijiro’s grandfather mumbles. Katsuki almost feels compelled to say something in return. Maybe he should feel guilty, because he practically stole Junta’s first word, but he doesn’t feel anything at all. He pats Ash’s sleeping head and watches the family clamor, not one hundred percent interested. He’s sort of mad though. He’s wasting his phone battery waiting for Eijiro to dance to DNA.“Hey!” Akira yells, “We can’t forget about Ei-Chan’s dance!”“Don’t you think Junta’s first words are a little more important?” Kokomi replies, a hand on her jutted hip.“Yeah! Thanks Kokomi!” Eijiro agrees, pumping a fist.“There’s no weaving around k-pop,” Josh, Ash’s father, finally speaks. Katsuki looks at him in curiosity. “If you ignore the calling of DNA, armies will come and murder you tonight.”“You sound like an army,” Katsuki snorts. “Ei-chan!” Akira cackles, “Everybody is on my side!”“I’m not,” Kokomi and Ryota call. (They fist bump each other afterwards). “Akira, let’s dance another time?” Eijiro asks his sister. Akira shakes her head, “Katsuki needs to see it now! Come on, I’m going to start playing it!”Eijiro looks to Katsuki, and Katsuki looks to Eijiro. His eyes are pleading, but Katsuki doesn’t give much of a shit. He grins, “You heard the woman.”“It’s starting!” Akira cries, and Keiji and Kaede scream in response. Katsuki is (hardly) shocked by their animalistic drive to get to the front of the table to dance, jumping out of their chairs and knocking over plates on their way. Eijiro, defeated, joins them too. Katsuki puts his phone up, focusing the camera on Eijiro, Keiji and Kaede. The tune of a whistle comes on, which immediately weirds out Katsuki as he recognizes the song. Sero once played it during a training session, and Katsuki kicked him in the leg for doing so.They start dancing. After a while, Kokomi, Keiji, Kaede, Akimi and Akira are all singing along, hands in the air as the three Kirishima teens jump and move their fingers from the crevices of their arms to their wrists, smiles on their faces and sweat beading on their foreheads. They even do the weird, hand holding, arm crossing, body twist thing that Katsuki’s been presented once when Mina forced him to watch the music video. The music comes to an end, and so does Eijiro’s beautiful dance with his cousins.Katsuki’s laughing by the time it’s over, having to put his phone down to do such a big task. The family cheers, Ash stirs in his arms, and Eijiro and his cousins bow. Katsuki pinches the bridge of his nose, still laughing. “I can’t believe you did that.”“Katsuki,” Eijiro heaves, “You’re laughing.”Katsuki’s laughing abruptly stops. He opens his eyes to glare at Eijiro. “I’m not laughing. It doesn’t even sound like anything remotely close to laughing,” He snarls. “You’re on LSD.”Eijiro laughs. “Can I give you a kiss?”“The reason why I told you to dance was because you kissed me!” Katsuki tells him bitterly.“Is the happy couple fighting?” Makoto snorts from his seat. Katsuki looks over to Makoto with a wry gaze, about to call him a fuck munchkin, but Akimi does the work for him. She runs up, and bonks her little fist on her brother’s head. “Stop being mean to Katsuki!” She demands, “I know that you can dance to Blood, Sweat and Tears too! You and Eijiro both!” “Hey! Shut up about that!” Makoto barks, shoving his little sister away.“Precious brat,” Katsuki smiles, suddenly glad Akimi was a Kirishima. Eijiro takes his seat beside Katsuki, giving him a kiss on the cheek anyway. Katsuki clicks his tongue in annoyance, and eats some rice off of Eijiro’s plate. “You looked dumb,” Katsuki informs. “Did I?” Eijiro asks, sounding content. A compelling, overwhelming feeling of affection overtakes Katsuki. He wants to put his head on Eijiro’s shoulder, very, very badly. It feels like he might die if he doesn’t. Suddenly confused, he follows his feelings and awkwardly puts his head on Eijiro’s shoulder. Eijiro kisses Katsuki’s head too. “Ash slept this whole time?” Eijiro asks, his cheek resting against Katsuki’s head now. Katsuki nods, “Didn’t wake up once.”“That’s weird,” Eijiro replies, reaching a hand out to take some vegetables. “She never sleeps so soundly.”“Guess I’m a child whisperer,” Katsuki tells him. Dinner ends that way, with Katsuki and Eijiro laying on each other and Ash sleeping in Katsuki’s hold. It also ends with Keiji and Kaede telling Mei she looks like she lives in a sewer, and Makoto and Akira telling Katsuki that he also looks like he lives in a sewer. Now, Kirishima members get up and retire, taking their plates to the sink. The last to go is Ryota and his family.“I’ll head upstairs then, Hana,” Ryota says, still laughing at something they’d joked about. He picks up his empty wine glass and the plates that belonged to Yumeko and Mei. He kisses Hana’s cheek, and leaves to discard the plates in the kitchen. “Good night, Hana,” Yumeko bids, carrying her sleeping daughter. “Good night, boys!”“Night!” Eijiro, Keiji and Kaede call. Katsuki, exhausted, blinks at her, thinking that his message was properly sent.“Its just us now,” Hana sighs, sitting back in her seat. She’s right. Ash has gone up to bed with Josh, and every Kirishima has already gone up to sleep. “Can’t believe dinner lasted till eleven,” Eijiro remarks.“That’s how it is with family,” Hana tells her son, smiling at him. “It’s so nice to have us all under the same roof again.”“And this ain’t even all of us,” Keiji adds. Katsuki suddenly snaps out of his fading in-and-out state of body, eyes wide. “There’s more of you?!” “So much more,” Kaede laughs. “We’re like a fucking ant hill.”“Where’s the rest of you people?” Katsuki demands to know. Would they be staying in this house too? Hana laughs, “Ah Si, your boyfriend is really funny,” She tells her son. “It’s okay, punk. Nobody else is gonna stay with us. My house is too small for that.”“We can barely fit already,” Keiji sighs. “How many rooms does this hose have?” Katsuki asks, and Hana has to think for a little. Eijiro replies before her, “It’s got three.”“Yeah, three,” Hana agrees.“You all fit in there?” Katsuki asks. “If we squeeze,” Kaede shrugs. “Me, mom and Keiji sleep in the girl’s room. So do Eijiro’s grandma and grandpa, and our great-uncle.”“Josh sleeps on the floor of my room, since Ash sleeps with me,” Hana says. “And Ryota, Yumeko and Mei all sleep in my room too.”That gets Katsuki thinking. If there were so many family members, why were they all trying to cram in two rooms? Eijiro’s room was spacious enough, and even though there were two beds and enough floor space, not even Makoto sleeps in it. “So, why doesn’t anybody sleep in Eijiro’s room?” Katsuki asks. There’s silence. Katsuki is taken aback by how quickly the color drains from Hana’s face, of how quickly the panic mounts in her eyes. What the fuck? Has Katsuki touched on a sensitive topic? Why is it even so sensitive? Katsuki even feels Eijiro stiffen immensely against him. He lifts his head to look at the cousins, but Keiji and Kaede have their heads down and with their eyes just as wild as Hana’s. “Let’s wash the dishes,” Hana clears her throat. Katsuki, confused, looks to Eijiro for an answer. Eijiro looks away, providing him with nothing. The silence is prolonged, and Katsuki does nothing to break it. He helps wash dishes, looks curiously at the Kirishimas for any sign, anything that could provide him with any sort of answer. But nothing is there, besides this sort of sadness that makes Keiji’s face droop and his eyes glossy. Eijiro looks a bit like his cousin, a sort of haunted look on his enclosed facial expression. Hana and Kaede wash dishes, looking emotionless. “Why’s Ash’s name American?” Katsuki finally asks as he puts away the chopsticks. He doesn’t know quite why he asks it, but he guesses it’s because the sad looks on Eijiro and Keiji’s faces bother him.“When I was pregnant with Akimi, I read the whole Banana Fish series,” Hana begins, her voice gentle. “That old manga, from nineteen-ninety-something. There was this main character, Ash Lynx. Absolutely beautiful. Towards the end of the series, I started to want to change Akimi’s name to Ash. But, Akimi was born before I finished it, and I didn’t get to rename her.”“Did you have another kid just to name it that?” Katsuki asks.He’s not surprised by the response. “Yeah,” Hana agrees, chuckling. “I did.” “Katsuki, your mother in law is an icon,” Kaede calls from drying plates over the counter. “I know,” Katsuki grunts in return, and Hana laughs. “Your boyfriend’s trying to suck up to me, Ah Si!” Hana jeers, hip bumping her son who was helping her wash the dishes. Katsuki stops putting away the chop sticks to give his mother a sideways glare. “He never sucks up to anybody,” Eijiro finally speaks, and Katsuki returns to putting chop sticks and forks away. “I’m going up,” Keiji interrupts, slamming the plate he was drying down. Katsuki looks over his shoulder to Keiji, watching him storm off with tears streaming down his cheeks. “He’s crying,” Katsuki murmurs to the remaining family. “We should go up too,” It’s Eijiro who speaks now, and Katsuki sets down the rest of the silverware. “We should?”“I think you two should go to bed,” Hana decides, any happiness that was in her voice, gone, without any traces. Katsuki looks to Eijiro. Eijiro returns his gaze, eyes gloomy, and smiles at Katsuki. He holds out his hand, “It’s late anyway.”Katsuki’s hard gaze switches from Eijiro’s cloudy expression to his hand. A rough-looking, warm-feeling brown hand, with a large palm and wide, long fingers outstretched to Katsuki. He trusts that hand. He slips his own hand into it, intertwining their fingers together. Katsuki’s trusted this hand before, with his life. So now, he can only trust that this same hand will reveal everything that Eijiro’s never told Katsuki. In... In it’s own time. “Yeah,” Katsuki agrees softly, voice raspy with sleep. “What time is it?” Eijiro calls as Katsuki enters the room, returning from brushing his teeth. “Eleven thirty something,” Katsuki replies, eyes watery from exhaustion. “Come up,” Eijiro beckons from the top bunk, his head appearing over the wooden railing. He smiles at Katsuki, his face framed by messy locks of red hair. Katsuki would smile too, if he weren’t so tired. He thinks Eijiro’s black roots and lengthy hair are cute. “I’m tired,” Katsuki confesses to him, shutting the door behind him and moving towards the bunk bed. He climbs up the ladder, comforted to see Eijiro sitting upright and waiting for him.“Wanna cuddle again?”“Fuck you,” Katsuki replies, but he crawls to Eijiro and settles in his arms. Eijiro lays back on the bed with Katsuki, and turns off the light. Silence passes, lit only by the gentle light of the galaxy on Eijiro’s ceiling. Katsuki stares blankly ahead, picking absently at Eijiro’s pajama shirt. “Does Makoto ever sleep on the bottom bunk?” Katsuki murmurs, oddly unable to sleep.“He does,” Eijiro croaks, reaching a hand to pat Katsuki’s head. “He just watches all three seasons of Free every night and knocks out after.”“Free?” Katsuki repeats, “The swimming anime?”Eijiro hums in agreement, “Makoto was named after Makoto Tachibana from Free. Ma’s always asking when he’ll find Haru.”“Must be annoying as hell,” Katsuki snorts. “It is,” Eijiro replies, quiet, “She’s always asking me when I’ll find my Shancai.” “Shancai?” Katsuki repeats. “She calls me Ah Si,” Eijiro begins to explain, “He’s from this Chinese soap opera my mom loves. Meteor Garden, adapted from Boys over Flowers or something like that. Ever heard?”Katsuki nods, “I saw the anime for it. Why does she call you Ah Si?” “Because I used to look like him when I was younger,” Eijiro explains, “When I slicked back my hair, she thought I really looked like him. She still does whenever I do.”“You slick back your hair?” Katsuki asks sleepily.“Mhm. For fancy events,” Eijiro’s voice fades out.“Never had a big family,” Katsuki whispers to Eijiro, eyes shutting. “It’s weird, being here. But I like it. Not as lonely.”“Mhm,” Is all Katsuki hears before knocking out.
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Katsuki is laid on a bed, sheets strewn and pillows astray, bare legs tangled in blankets. Eijiro is above him, a knee between both of Katsuki’s legs. He’s completely naked, except for boxer shorts. “Who cares if your father doesn’t approve of us?” Katsuki whispers, staring into enormous, red pools of Eijiro’s serious eyes. Eijiro reaches a hand to touch Katsuki’s face, “You know I love you. But you could get hurt if we keep going like this.”Katsuki shakes his head, eyebrows furrowing. “Please, Eijiro! You can’t leave me because of your father!”“No,” Eijiro hangs his head, “I can’t. I’ll never leave you, Katsuki.”“Make love to me, Eijiro!” Katsuki cries, but he doesn’t move from his dramatic, half naked position on the bed. Eijiro lifts his head, a sharp fang sinking into his bottom lip. “You have whipped cream on your face,” He breathes. “Whipped cream?” Katsuki repeats, “Who cares. Make love to me!”Eijiro begins to cry, “I can’t when you have whipped cream on your face!” “Are you turned on right now?!”Comes an awful fucking wake up call. Katsuki slowly opens his eyes to Keiji and Kaede towering over them, brown cheeks bunched in huge, shark smiles. “Katsuki, what were you dreaming about?” Keiji asks, as though it were the most scandalous question in the world.“None of your goddamn business,” Katsuki snaps, and turns his head away from the twins. He snuggles his face into Eijiro’s broad chest, tightening his once loosened grip on his best friend.“I bet he was thinking about me!” Keiji coos. “We’re really handsome, huh? Katsuki, would you cheat on Eijiro with us?” Kaede jeers, poking Katsuki’s ribs. Katsuki grits his teeth, squeezing his eyes and trying to ignore the dumb siblings pestering him. “I bet he would! You wanna kiss these lips, huh Katsuki? You like black guys?” Keiji taunts, and Kaede laughs, and Katsuki hears a loud smacking noise.“You’re dumb!” Kaede laughs.“That hurts!” Keiji whimpers. Katsuki snorts in contempt. It’s what he deserves. “Whose lips does Katsuki wanna kiss?” Eijiro is roused from his sleep, rising to a sitting position immediately after awakening. Katsuki’s head slides awkwardly from his chest to his stomach-lap, and he hits Eijiro’s arm in annoyance. It hardens in return, though, so it just hurts Katsuki’s hand instead of Eijiro.“My lips, cousin!” Keiji cackles.“He’s not kissing anybody,” Eijiro grumbles. “Shut up.”“Aww, are you being protective?” Kaede croons, and Keiji starts to make idiot noises too. “Cmon, Ei! Share him with us!”“What’s wrong with you guys?!” Eijiro moans, hitting Kaede on the head. Breakfast is eventful. For Katsuki, at least. Eijiro’s cousins went bat shit crazy, pouring syrup in each other’s mouths and speculating whether or not masturbation with syrup would irritate their penises, but just as Katsuki was finishing his rice, Keiji had groaned into his eggs and said, “I’m so bored.” Katsuki can only imagine what fun meant to the American cousins. They wash their dishes, and Katsuki finishes and goes to dry his hands. “Why don’t you guys ever hold hands?” Keiji decides to mention.“Cos Eijiro’s a wimp,” Katsuki replies with ease, rubbing his fingers into the kitchen rag. “A wimp?” Eijiro scoffs, “It’s because Katsuki’s hands are always sweating. He’s self conicous!” “Conicous?” Katsuki repeats, looking over his shoulder to glare at Eijiro. “Do you mean conscious?”“That’s how you say it?” Kaede asks, scratching his forehead. “I don’t know. I can’t even read kanji.” Keiji mumbles.“Keiji didn’t know about Chinese kanji until last week,” Eijiro informs Katsuki.“All of you are dumb. Beyond dumb. So dumb it’s fucking suffocating,” Katsuki sighs. “I’m out of here.”“I think our stupidity is an insult to him.” Keiji says.“It is.” Katsuki assures. He walks out the kitchen, but the Kirishimas follow him anyway.Katsuki turns into the living room, actually unsure of where to go. There, he’s greeted by Hana breastfeeding Junta, and Makoto looking drowsy as he stares at the television screen. He’s watching a Free! Rerun.“Bakugo,” Hana greets, looking up to Katsuki. She smiles, “Are the boys bothering you? Come sit down.”Katsuki turns to glare at the cousins and Eijiro, who all give him charming, razor-sharp smiles in return. “They’ve been bothering me since I woke up,” Katsuki snorts, and accepts the invitation to sit. He sits on the edge of the couch, but is still tagged on by Eijiro and his cousins. Eijiro sticks his head next to Katsuki’s, “Are we really bothering you?” He teases, and Katsuki hits him in the chin with his wrist. “Get away from me.”“Tough love,” Makoto grumbles from across the couch. “Bakugo always looks like he’s on the verge of obliterating Eiji,” Kaede tells his cousin, flopped beside him. “It’s kind of hot,” Keiji pitches, also lifeless beside Makoto. Katsuki grits his teeth, holding back an outburst and murder threats. Eijiro laughs, “I don’t know. It’s not that hot. It’s sort of terrifying.”“Terrifying?” Katsuki hisses, “Where’s that shi-... Stupid stuff you scrub all over me everyday? Manly Bakugo, Bakugo, you’re so manly!”“I don’t talk like that!” Eijiro argues, his face reddening. “You kinda do,” Kaede sniffs.“You do, babe,” Hana agrees, shifting an upset Junta into her left arm. “Ei-chan!” From the top of the stairs, the darling Mei makes her long awaited entrance. Katsuki refuses to look at the stupid brat and continues to watch Tachibana Makoto talk about breast-strokes. “Mei, good morning!” Eijiro calls brightly. He sounds happy the spotlight has been turned away from him. “Why is Bakugo with you?” Mei complains, and for some awful reason, it sounds like she’s getting closer. “Ah, you know,” Is what Eijiro says in response. To Katsuki’s horror, Eijiro picks up the stupid little brat. “Love and stuff.”“I don’t love you,” Katsuki utters the lie, exhaling sharply. Eijiro laughs, really loud. “You’re so funny Katsuki!” “He doesn’t love you, Ei-chan,” Mei clicks her tongue. “He’s a stranger! Why did you bring him home?”“He saved me, remember? He’s my best friend,” Eijiro tells her, and the response makes something feel weird in Katsuki’s chest. “He’s my boyfriend.”It feels weird. Like something’s caught- like a bird is stuck in his chest and it’s beating it’s stupid wings like it’s about to die. Eijiro’s been affectionate, introduced him as his boyfriend, acted like a real boyfriend, said so many false I-love-yous, but this tiny interaction, where Eijiro speaks to his younger cousin in the most reassuring voice, makes Katsuki feel weird. So weird, he wants to get up and run away. “What are we doing today, you guys?” Hana’s voice distracts him from his thoughts. But the bird in his chest really won’t fucking die. “I dunno,” Eijiro says, “I felt like we could stay home.” Katsuki springs to his feet, “Gotta pee.” He says quickly, and books it upstairs. Eijiro’s room is cramped, as it’s always been. The tight space makes for an old, stuffy smell, and Katsuki wonders if a window’s ever been opened in this room. Hobi sits in the corner next to one of Eijiro’s throw pillows, black fur pooling around him as he purrs quietly. Katsuki shuts the door behind him, and sinks to his ass.He runs a hand through his hair, letting out a deep, shaking sigh. “I’m so stupid,” He says, closing his eyes. He shakes his head. He could really use some fresh air right about now. Katsuki hauls himself to his feet, and moves to the little corner of the room that had the window. He pulls back the curtains,But there’s no window. Wooden planks, with nails buried deep into the peeling blue walls, are there instead. No light is emitted- there's not a single sliver of sunlight for Katsuki. Is there even a window behind it? He loosens his grip around the silk curtains, letting them fall silently from his hands. Confused is all he is. The splintering wood sits, guarding a peaceful treasure. Guarding a window, of all things. “Somebody fall out of this shit?” Katsuki mutters, eyebrows furrowing in contemplation. He moves to touch his calloused fingertips to the wood, but stops himself. The wood feels... Untouchable. Like there was some sort of unspoken force field- a sadness radiating from the lonely splinters of brown. Too sad to touch. If Katsuki were to brush his fingers against it, he fears it would hurt him somehow. What the fuck? Too sad? Katsuki is repulsed by his own emotions. Sappy shit…He forces the curtains shut and shakes his head. He can’t get the vision of sad wood out of his mind, so he sits in the chair of Eijiro’s desk, situated right in front of the boarded window, and opens his phone.Group Chat: Haha get up! Wake up ! The gay king 🤴 is looking at you! What will you do? 😳😏 Hopefully 😊 You will cower 🐄 in his presence 🕴 ? If not, perhaps 🧐 you will bow 🙇 ? Maybe, explode 🤮 Because his presence 🕴 Is too godly? 🧐 Perhaps? Members: All of Class 1-A10:01 AMgummy bear (Shoto Todoroki):my sister had an abortion 10:01 AMpark jimin’s gaping pink sexy slutty asshole (Denki Kaminari):liar10:02 AMGet Me Out Of This Place. (Katsuki Bakugo):Not gonna question half & half. But I am gonna fucking ask you why your username is Park Jimin’s gaping pink sexy slutty asshole.10:02 AMpark jimin’s gaping pink sexy slutty asshole (Denki Kaminari):I miss you Bakugo …10:02 AMGet Me Out Of This Place. (Katsuki Bakugo):Do not talk to me.10:02 AMgummy bear (Shoto Todoroki):you are gay10:02 AMYaomomo (Momo Yaoyorozu): Good morning everybody! Have you been working on your holiday homework?10:03 AMfroppy (Tsuyu Asui): I do not like kpop10:03 AMGet Me Out Of This Place. (Katsuki Bakugo): I hate kpop. Who the fuck are you? I have never seen you in class.10:03 AMfroppy (Tsuyu Asui):you are irrelevant to me10:03 AMgummy bear (Shoto Todoroki):지금 하늘 구름 색은 tropical yeah저 태양 빨간빛 네 두 볼 같아Oh tell me I'm the only one babyI fancy you, I fancy you, fancy you (twice)It's dangerous 따끔해 넌 장미 같아괜찮아 조금도 난 겁나지 않아더 세게 꼭 잡아 take my hand좀 위험할거야 더 위험할거야 baby달콤한 초콜릿 아이스크림처럼녹아버리는 지금 내 기분 so lovely깜깜한 우주 속 가장 반짝이는저 별 저 별 그 옆에 큰 네 별거기 너 I fancy you 아무나 원하지 않아Hey I love you (love ya)그래 너 I fancy you 꿈처럼 행복해도 돼'Cause I need youWhat? fancy you 누가 먼저 좋아하면 어때Fancy you 지금 너에게로 갈래Fancy, ooh매일매일 난 정말 아무것도 못하네 oh myMayday 이러다 큰일 낼 것 같은데Bang bang 머리가 홀린 듯 reset이 돼어쩌면 좋아 이게 맞는건지 몰라 S.O.SSwim swim 너란 바다에 잠수함이 돼매일이 birthday 달콤해 너와 나의 fantasyDream dream 마치 꿈같아 볼 꼬집어봐요즘 나의 상태 메세진 랄랄라 baby달콤한 초콜릿 아이스크림처럼녹아버리는 지금 내 기분 so lovely깜깜한 우주 속 가장 반짝이는저 별 저 별 그 옆에 큰 네 별거기 너 I fancy you 아무나 원하지 않아Hey I love you (love ya)그래 너 I fancy you 꿈처럼 행복해도 돼'Cause I need youWhat? fancy you 누가 먼저 좋아하면 어때Fancy you 지금 너에게로 갈래Fancy, ooh연기처럼 훅 사라질까늘 가득히 담아 널 두 눈에 담아생각만으로 포근해져몰래 뒤에서 안아 널 놓지 않을래거기 너 I fancy you 아무나 원하지 않아Hey I love you (love ya)그래 너 I fancy you 꿈처럼 행복해도 돼'Cause I need youWhat? fancy you 누가 먼저 좋아하면 어때Fancy you 지금 너에게로 갈래Fancy, ooh10:04 AM Yaomomo (Momo Yaoyorozu): I have never listened to kpop!10:04 AMGet Me Out Of This Place. (Katsuki Bakugo): All our damn convos are about kpop. Can we talk about something else?10:04 AMgummy bear (Shoto Todoroki): i want to talk about climate change but nobody listens to me10:04 AMTail Man (Ojiro Mashirao): Climate change is fake10:04 AMYaomomo (Momo Yaoyorozu):Maybe your opinions don’t matter, Mashirao! (^-^)10:04 AMGet Me Out Of This Place. (Katsuki Bakugo):I think we should keep talking about kpop.10:04 AMEnormous Massive Dick (Mina Ashido): When are we gonna hang out? Ur opinion is wrong btw mashirao 10:05 AMgummy bear (Shoto Todoroki):perhaps neverim in tokyo Katsuki turns his phone off- it’s enough socializing for today. Later into the afternoon, Katsuki washes the dishes while Eijiro struggles to put the chopsticks away. Although he carries a knocked out Mei, he felt bad that Katsuki was cleaning up alone.“Three meals per day, huh?” Katsuki mumbles.“Way too many mouths to feed,” Eijiro agrees, putting away the last of the dishes. The family had relocated to the living room, their laughter and chatter echoing throughout the tiny house. “But it’s good. Really good. The rest of the family never comes to visit besides Christmas, so I just learn to enjoy it.”“Not complaining,” Katsuki turns off the faucet. “It’s only me and my parents back home.”“I know,” Eijiro says, moving Mei to his other shoulder. “Do you like it, dude? All the family and people and stuff?”Katsuki shrugs, wiping his hands dry on a rag. “Not really,” He clicks his tongue, “I don’t damn know. It pisses me off sometimes, but sometimes it doesn’t.”Eijiro grins, “Can I take that as you liking it?”“Up for grabs,” Katsuki scratches his cheek. “I don’t care.”There’s a break in the conversation, with Katsuki leaning on the counter and Eijiro with his back against the refrigerator, huge hand cupping all of Mei’s little head. It’s filled by the lull of talk, fast Japanese and odd smells of something homely. Katsuki, staring off, starts conversation. “It’s weird,” He says.“What’s weird?” Eijiro moves his eyes to Katsuki’s.“Family,” Katsuki’s voice softens. “Family’s weird.”“Where’d that come from?” Eijiro grins. “I don’t damn know,” Katsuki sighs, scratching his forehead. “I don’t even know what I’m saying.”“Mm,” Eijiro hums. A moment of silent passes. “You know, I sorta feel like I’m family with everybody at the dorms.”“Yeah, huh?” Katsuki replies, the corner of his lip turning. A smile’s ghost appears on Katsuki’s lips, “Feels like Pikachu’s my shitty little brother.”“Feels like Mina’s my annoying big sister,” Eijiro says.“Round-face and Glasses feel like my weird aunt and uncle,” Katsuki says. “Like, really weird aunt and uncle,” Eijiro laughs. Katsuki nods, “Even family… we even leave family behind, right? The same way everybody’s gonna split up after high school. Does that happen with real family?”“We’re not gonna split up,” Eijiro scoffs, stroking Mei’s hair. “We’re just gonna go our separate ways. Like siblings do. It doesn’t mean we won’t talk anymore.”“Doesn’t mean that we won’t be family anymore?” Katsuki asks, almost curiously. He looks at Eijiro, awaiting his response. But something looks different in Eijiro. His cheek presses against Mei’s hair, and his big hand cups the back of her head, almost… protectively. He stares at something, and Katsuki can’t really grasp the emotions coloring Eijiro’s eyes. “It doesn’t mean we won’t be family anymore,” Eijiro agrees. Katsuki’s stare hardens with worry. Eijiro keeps quiet, looking the same, but Katsuki doesn’t understand. He struggles with what to do, figuring out what options he has. He shakes it off and says, “What the hell is wrong with you?”Eijiro shakes his head, and he grins. “Nothings wrong. Let’s go with my family.” Tonight, the family wants to go out for dinner. Katsuki initially is okay with the idea, but dinner turns out to be sitting in freezing cold temperatures as Eijiro’s uncle grills squid ontop of a frosted, trashy grill beneath a glaring street light at the nearby park.But, fourteen bodies cramming together in the same wooden-park table make up for some heat. Katsuki is squashed in between Eijiro and Kokomi, while Ash sits on his lap and shows him how many fingers she has. Josh keeps trying to pour the kids soda, but in the midst of the fourteen plates and cups and two other bottles of juice and soda, he struggles and gives up every time. “I think this was a horrible idea,” Kokomi voices her opinion, her pearly colored fur coat brushing against Katsuki’s cheek.“Why? The whole family’s squished together and bonding!” Yumeko says cheerfully.“We are always squished together and bonding,” Kokomi complains. “What more do we have to bond over? I know everything about everyone at this table.”“Bakugo doesn’t know about us,” Hana teases, and Katsuki’s ears prick in alarm. Eyes turn to him, and he turns an angry-colored red with all the attention. “He doesn’t even talk!” Akira argues. “Bakugo sucks.”“Bakugo doesn’t suck!” Ash wails, and Akira hurries to soothe her sister before she can cry. Katsuki grins when Akira confesses Katsuki is great in order to console Ash.“He just doesn’t talk a lot,” Eijiro tells his family as an excuse. “Well, Katsuki doesn’t know anything about us,” Yumeko says. “Why don’t we tell him about ourselves?”Katsuki thinks it is the worst idea that’s ever been proposed. He prays the family would reject it, but nobody seems to be uncomfortable with it.“Alright,” Kokomi says thoughtfully. Katsuki feels like dying when she shifts in her seat to look at him. “My name is Jung Kokomi, I’m a model that models for luxury brands in Korea, Japan and America, I’m married to a Korean who runs the largest business in Korea, I was married to Keiji and Kaede’s father and divorced him five years ago, and I’m planning to move back to Korea when next year starts, to be with my husband and kids. My quirk is hardening.”“Same as Eijiro,” Katsuki comments awkwardly, unsure of what else to say. Kokomi was too pretty to look at directly- the cold air reddened her pale cheeks, and her red, cat-like eyes were stupidly charming features that her messy, thick black hair seemed to highlight. It was awkward to look at her. “My quirk’s explosion. My boyfriend’s Eijiro. I’m seventeen.”“Good to know,” Kokomi nods, and turns back around. “Bakugo,” It’s Yumeko’s turn next. Katsuki wonders if a plastic knife is enough to kill him. “Hi. My name is Kirishima Yumeko and I own two casinos in Tokyo, that I run with Ryota. I live in Tokyo, and my quirk is mind-glimpse. I can read the strongest thoughts in a person’s mind.” The weird thing is, Yumeko is pretty too. Big, brown sunrise-shaped eyes, long locks of perfect black hair (tinted brown), with a sharp nose and pretty lips on a little face- it was hard to look at her too. “Hey,” Katsuki mutters, feeling obliged to say something in return. “I’m Kirishima Hana,” It’s Eijiro’s mom now. Even though her looks are weirdly ethereal too, Katsuki’s a little more comfortable looking at her. “My quirk is hardening, and I have six kids. All my kids are from the same dad, so only Ash and Junta have different fathers. I run a little ramen shop which Ryota helps with running, and I’m really glad my son has you.”As the family members coo and aww, Katsuki flushes red, flustered by the finishing statement. Glad Eijiro has Katsuki? What did she mean by that? What the hell…Josh introduces himself, and says his quirk is substance manipulation, but Katsuki doesn’t really pay much attention. He’s too busy trying to squash his feelings down. He scratches his eyebrow, and his attention is brought back when Ryota decides to introduce himself. “I’m Kirishima Ryota and it feels like I’m in a rehab circle,” Ryota announces, setting the first plate of grilled squid on the table. He talks as he spreads sauce on the squid, and Katsuki is dumbfounded by how idiotically handsome Ryota was. He looked like an anime character. Bangs falling into his eyes, long, milk-chocolate hair shaped in something like a mullet, a sharp nose and a jawline Katsuki was pretty fucking scared of- it couldn’t be possible. There had to be some-fucking-body who was a little bit ugly. Ryota tells him about his life and what not, and says his quirk is hardening too. Keiji and Kaede talk, and Katsuki is srprised to hear their quirks. Although Kaede’s is hardening too, Keiji says, “My quirk is cool as shit! It’s levitation! I can just like, fucking levitate. My dad does it!”Akimi and Akira say jumbled explanations that Katsuki doesn’t get, but he accepts them and understands their quirk is hardening. As Katsuki eats his squid, a couple more family members talk, and finally, Makoto speaks.“My name’s Kirishima Makoto,” He says, and Katsuki goes straight into thinking about the boys looks. Soft wisps of brown hair, somewhat like his uncle’s, falling into red eyes with shapes foreign to the rest of his family’s, flat teeth shining as he spoke and freckles, gentle and crowded, covering his nose and cheeks. Somehow fucking handsome, although a complete stranger in looks. All Kirishimas were just stunning. “I look like my dad. I’m thirteen, and I don’t have a quirk.”“Don’t have a quirk?” Katsuki repeats, eyebrows raising. Makoto is quiet. He chews a piece of his squid, looking at his hands. Something strange happens. Super fucking strange. Katsuki sniffs, and though he relishes in the rare moment of silence, it was awkward silence. A silence Katsuki is suddenly compelled to destroy. He gnaws a piece of squid and says, “My friend became a hero without a quirk.”Friend? Katsuki thinks in disgust. Deku was not his friend. Would never be his friend. Maybe they were cool, but not fucking friends. He feels gross, but his feelings just don’t seem to stop him from running his mouth. “He was quirkless all my childhood. But he got into hero school.”“You don’t have to lie,” Makoto murmurs. “I’m not screwing around,” Katsuki says, chewing on his squid. “You don’t have to believe me if you don’t wanna. But I’m serious. I used to bully him for being quirkless.”And out of the corner of his eye, from across the table Katsuki can see Makoto hiding a smile. Katsuki lays in bed with Eijiro, who’s fast asleep. Mei decided to crash Katsuki and Eijiro’s usual cuddle-time, snuggled into Eijiro’s left side. She fortunately leaves the right side for Katsuki to snuggle. Head on Eijiro’s shoulder and a thick blanket covering him, Eijiro and Mei, Katsuki pulls out his phone. He’ll text his friends until he really feels tired.Group chat: GAY???????????????Members: All of Class 1-A11:30 PMAll Might Jr (Izuku Midoriya):I don’t know if I really agree with the women having to wear heels to work law that was passed. Why does it have to be a law? Why can’t train harassment be a problem like wearing heels to work is?11:30 PNgummy bear (Shoto Todoroki): i hate the government*dab*11:31 PMOOKINGINKANG (Mina Ashido):Facts Midoriya!!!! If the government gave a fuck about real issues I feel like Japan would be a better country11:33 PMFuck You.(Katsuki Bakugo):No government anywhere is a good government. All politicians are corrupt. 11:33 PMAll Might Jr (Izuku Midoriya):Society just freaking sucks… 11:33 PMGay Dirty infected toenails (Hanta Sero):Does anybody realize that the English way to spell Disney is actually an acronym for Dick In Super Nasty Erotic Yeast infection? 11:34 PMFuck You. (Katsuki Bakugo):What????? There’s no i after Disney. 11:34 PMookinginkang fan club (Kyoka Jiro):yes there is11:35 PMFuck You (Katsuki Bakugo):Weird ears? I thought you left the chat.11:35 PMookinginkang fan club (Kyoka Jiro):i never left the chat Todoroki is too funny for me to do that11:36 PMgummy bear (Shoto Todoroki):why is your name ookinginkang fan club? 11:36 PMFuck You. (Katsuki Bakugo): Does deep dope have rehearsal this week?11:36 PMookinginkang fan club (Kyoka Jiro):bc I am the founder of ookinginkang fan clubwe only have rehearsal when we go back to school11:37 PMGay Dirty infected toenails (Hanta Sero):Did you like my song that I wrote and gave to your band? I’m so generous11:37 Pmookinginkang fan club (Kyoka Jiro):I hated that song I will never sing about knotting an omega do not give me an omegaverse themed song ever again 11:37 PMFuck You. (Katsuki Bakugo):Fucking gross. Omegaverse song? What?11:38 PMOOKINGINKANG (Mina Ashido):. I WILL SING THAT. FUCKIMG SOMG GIVE IT TO ME 11:39 PMGay Dirty infected toenails (Hanta Sero):Jiro made me insecure about it I can’t share the lyrixshere………….. …………..11:40 PMFuck You. (Katsuki Bakugo):Send them and I will kill your grand children.11:40 PMookinginkang fan club (Kyoka Jiro):i literallty do not care about your knotting song i never want to see it in my life again11:41 PMOOKINGINKANG (Mina Ashido):LET ME FUCKAING SEE IF BEFORE I GO FERAL. BEFORE MY MOURH FOAMS.11:41 PMgummy bear (Shoto Todoroki):my dad was hospitalized11:41 PMFuck You. (Katsuki Bakugo):Good.11:42 PMOOKINGINKANG (Mina Ashido):OMG IS HE OK? 11:58 PMgummy bear (Shoto Todoroki):지금 하늘 구름 색은 tropical yeah저 태양 빨간빛 네 두 볼 같아Oh tell me I'm the only one babyI fancy you, I fancy you, fancy you (twice)It's dangerous 따끔해 넌 장미 같아괜찮아 조금도 난 겁나지 않아더 세게 꼭 잡아 take my hand좀 위험할거야 더 위험할거야 baby달콤한 초콜릿 아이스크림처럼녹아버리는 지금 내 기분 so lovely깜깜한 우주 속 가장 반짝이는저 별 저 별 그 옆에 큰 네 별거기 너 I fancy you 아무나 원하지 않아Hey I love you (love ya)그래 너 I fancy you 꿈처럼 행복해도 돼'Cause I need youWhat? fancy you 누가 먼저 좋아하면 어때Fancy you 지금 너에게로 갈래Fancy, ooh매일매일 난 정말 아무것도 못하네 oh myMayday 이러다 큰일 낼 것 같은데Bang bang 머리가 홀린 듯 reset이 돼어쩌면 좋아 이게 맞는건지 몰라 S.O.SSwim swim 너란 바다에 잠수함이 돼매일이 birthday 달콤해 너와 나의 fantasyDream dream 마치 꿈같아 볼 꼬집어봐요즘 나의 상태 메세진 랄랄라 baby달콤한 초콜릿 아이스크림처럼녹아버리는 지금 내 기분 so lovely깜깜한 우주 속 가장 반짝이는저 별 저 별 그 옆에 큰 네 별거기 너 I fancy you 아무나 원하지 않아Hey I love you (love ya)그래 너 I fancy you 꿈처럼 행복해도 돼'Cause I need youWhat? fancy you 누가 먼저 좋아하면 어때Fancy you 지금 너에게로 갈래Fancy, ooh연기처럼 훅 사라질까늘 가득히 담아 널 두 눈에 담아생각만으로 포근해져몰래 뒤에서 안아 널 놓지 않을래거기 너 I fancy you 아무나 원하지 않아Hey I love you (love ya)그래 너 I fancy you 꿈처럼 행복해도 돼'Cause I need youWhat? fancy you 누가 먼저 좋아하면 어때Fancy you 지금 너에게로 갈래Fancy, ooh
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Group Chat: Good Morning!10:20 AMAll Might Jr (Izuku Midoriya): Good morning! Is anybody still in town? We should hang out!10:20 AMgummy bear (Shoto Todoroki)I want to hang out10:20 AMAll Might Jr (Izuku Midoriya)Aren’t you in Tokyo right now?10:21 AM네가 바로 나의 SHINING LIGHT (Mina Ashido)WAHHHHH I WANT A BOYFRIEEND WAHHH EHWHUWHE WUHUEHWUHWUEHUWHUE 10:21 AMFuck You. (Katsuki Bakugo)Do you know…. How early it is? 10:21 AMgummy bear (Shoto Todoroki)i have to get out of here [img.url]10:22 AMFuck You. (Katsuki Bakugo)What kind of fucking picture is that??????10:22 AM네가 바로 나의 SHINING LIGHT (Mina Ashido)BAHAHAHA IS THAT FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYS PORN…Why is that in your camera roll?10:22gummy bear (Todoroki Shoto)i didn’t know this was pornographyi am so sorryAt 10:20 in the morning, Katsuki was rudely awakened by an influx of message notifications bombarding his home screen. Drowsily, he woke up to yell at the people in the group chat, and was so distracted that he did not notice the yelling going on downstairs (he was pretty used to it, so that’s probably why he didn’t notice too) or that Eijiro wasn’t in bed with him.When he angrily turned off the notifications for his group chat and threw his phone to the side, he sat up in bed. “Do you have notifications turned off for the chat?” Katsuki asked, but whatever else he had to say fell off his tongue when he spotted Eijiro by the door way. “Kirishima?”Eijiro jumped, and turned to look at Katsuki with teary eyes. Katsuki was wide awake when he saw the sad expression on his friend’s face.“What? What’s happening?” Katsuki asked awkwardly, and Eijiro’s lip began to tremble.“They’re fighting really bad.” He said, voice wobbling.“Who? Your mom?” Katsuki asked, to which Eijiro nodded. He wasn’t sure what else to say. Eijiro was about to burst into tears, and Katsuki couldn’t quite make out what the yelling was about since it was downstairs, so he didn’t know if he should tell Eijiro to ignore it or… or something else.So, he hit the bed frame. “Come up here.”That’s how Eijiro was crying into Katsuki’s shoulder, all the while Katsuki was patting his head awkwardly.“You’re gonna get my shirt snotty.” He grumbles, but Eijiro keeps crying. “Hey. Hey! Why the fuck are you crying so much?”Eijiro looks up. He stops crying, then bursts back into tears. “My mom… my mom and dad used to fight a lot. He even hit her some times- he’d hit her really bad.” He explains through tears. “And when we- when we moved into my grandma’s house, they’d fight all the time too, because my mom had no where to go and no- no money…” He breaks off into more sobs, and Katsuki hurriedly looks around for something to comfort him. He can do nothing but watch Eijiro cry.“Can’t I just hug you?” Eijiro wails, and Katsuki has to comply.“Don’t cry.” Katsuki advises, still stiff as he holds the crying Eijiro. “It’s- it’s not manly.”“I know.” Eijiro hiccups. “I know! I shouldn’t be showing you so much of my weak side! It’s so unmanly!”“No- no, that’s not…” Katsuki groans. “It’s not unmanly… to cry a little. Or… show me your weak side a little. It’s not unmanly… To me.”Eijiro looks up at Katsuki with red eyes and puffy lips. Katsuki has to look away, because his heart was starting to beat fast.“You think so?” Eijiro whimpers.“Yeah.” Katsuki mutteres. “I know so. That.. That shit head Deku’s always crying, but he… He’s pretty manly. To you. Don’t you think he’s manly or some bullshit?”“Yeah.” Eijiro chuckles. Then, he laughed. “He is always crying.”Eijiro seemed stable enough to sit up, so now he and Katsuki were face to face. Katsuki was glad to see him smiling, but was still feeling anxious- what would he do if Eijiro started crying again? Katsuki had a feeling he’d start crying too.“Are you not gonna cry anymore?” Katsuki asks helplessly.“You’re being so contradictory!” Eijiro accuses as he wipes his tears, but he was still smiling. “You want me to stop crying, but you tell me it’s not unmanly to show my feelings?”“I… I don’t fucking know!” Katsuki snaps. “I- Nobody’s ever cried like that in front of me!”Eijiro leans forward, and pulls Katsuki in for a hug. “Thank you.”Katsuki hugs him back, and felt repulsed by the idea that he was becoming a hugger. Then, Eijiro asks; “You wanna get out of here?” Their city’s downtown area was nothing special, but riding on the back of Eijiro’s motorcycle, arms around his waist, made everything feel new. Once they got off the motorcycle, though Katsuki would never admit it in his life, he was itching to get back on, itching to feel the wind and put his arms around Eijiro’s waist again.Eijiro unzipps his leather jacket, and Katsuki took the opportunity to jump off of the motorcycle. “Your jacket is really thin.” Eijiro comments, and Katsuki rolls his eyes.“Not this again.” He sighs. “I told you I sweat a lot.”“Whatever!” Eijiro shakes his head. “Here, you want me to take off your helmet?”“No.” Katsuki grumbles, and takes off his helmet after struggling for a bit more. “You look handsome.” Eijiro compliments, to which Katsuki glares at. Eijiro laughs it off, and holds out his hand for Katsuki to take.“Your family’s not around though.” Katsuki frowns.Eijiro shrugs. “Is it so bad to hold hands? I saw Kaminari and Sero doing it!”“I thought they were gay.” Katsuki says, but puts his hand in Eijiro’s anyways. It’s a hand he can never reject.They spend their morning hand in hand. Katsuki and Eijiro fight on what stores to go into, get into a fight because Eijiro wanted to eat squid but Katsuki just wanted curry, run into an arcade (Eijiro spent all his change trying to win Katsuki a stuffed animal, and Katsuki laughed every time Eijiro failed to grab him a toy), run into Midoriya Izuku’s mom as they wander into a thrift store, and end their adventures sitting together on a curbside, eating ice cream in the freezing cold temperatures.“Is it good?” Eijiro asks Katsuki.“Yeah. My tongue is fucking cold.” Katsuki mutters, and Eijiro laughs. “Hey. Your lips get cut up from your teeth, don’t they?”Eijiro makes a noise through a mouthful of ice cream, and Katsuki takes it as an agreement.“You should buy those tooth shavers at the pharmacy. They’re selling them a lot these days.” Katsuki grumbles his recommendation as Eijiro bites off his soft serve oreo icecream.“Yeah?” Eijiro hums. “Maybe. But doesn’t the pointy end look cool?”“You look cool with everything.” Katsuki assured. “Just not with your fucking clothes on.”Eijiro stops eating his ice cream. Katsuki’s a little annoyed, because Eijiro’s staring at him like he’s said something wrong. Katsuki gives him a menacing look, and is surprised to see Eijiro completely red. Then, Katsuki realizes what he said, and turns red too.“That’s not what I meant!” He shouts, and startles passing pedestrians.“It sounds like you meant exactly that!” Eijiro cries.“Kirishima! I’m gonna kill you!” Katsuki yells, his hands sweating in anticipation of an explosion. “I meant your style is bullshit! It totally sucks! How can you wear a flame t-shirt with purple shorts and orange flip flops?!” “I have never worn that in my life!” Eijiro defends himself, but Katsuki knows that he remembers, because he looks way too red now.“You wore it last week!” Katsuki growls. “So fucking annoying! Don’t twist my words any more!”“I didn’t twist them in the first place!” Eijiro shouts.“Yes you did!” They finish their ice cream, and the duo intertwine their fingers again. Eijiro invented an excuse, which was that the cold air and the ice cream were making his fingers have frostbite, to which Katsuki did not believe but let him hold his hand despite the blatant lie. They’re walking aimlessly around, but Katsuki recognizes a couple shops they’ve passed, and wonders if Eijiro’s making his way back to the motorcycle.“You know,” Katsuki isn’t sure if it’s the cold air, the hand-holding or Eijiro crying to him this morning, but he feels like talking a lot today. “I was really lonely as a kid too.”Eijiro looks to Katsuki, surprised. “My parents just weren’t ready to have me. They didn’t neglect me, I guess, but I was with a nanny all the time.” Katsuki says, recalling his lonesome childhood. “I guess… I don’t know. Maybe that’s why I was such a fucking brat.”“Do you regret it?” Eijiro asks. “Being such a dick to people?”“Hey!” Katsuki snaps, but for the first time, Eijiro’s not smiling. Katsuki rolls his eyes. “I… Yeah. Yeah, I fucking regret it some times. Heroes aren’t supposed to be assholes. But I was. I am. I don’t know.”Then, Eijiro nudges him. He’s smiling again. “Elementary school, middle school, it’s all in the past. Every thing that happens today and tomorrow, that’s all what determines who you are. Not what you did in the past.”“Stop being fucking cheesy.” Katsuki clicks his tongue, and Eijiro’s back to laughing again. Katsuki and Eijiro return home around one, and Ash hobbles excitedly to meet Katsuki at the door.“Hey Ash!” Eijiro greets fondly.“Bakugo!” She croons, and latches onto his leg.“Hey, Ash.” Katsuki mumbles, and swoops the little girl up. She giggles happily, and reaches chubby arms to put them around his neck.“I didn’t know you and Ash cuddle!” Eijiro gapes.“What?” Katsuki frowns. “I like Ash. She’s my favorite Kirishima.”“What?!” Eijiro pouts. “What about me?!”“Are you getting jealous over a fucking baby?” Katsuki asks.“Fucking!” Ash repeats happily.“Katsuki!” Eijiro hisses, and Katsuki shuts his mouth, wide eyed.“Kirishima Eijiro!” Kirishima Hana’s voice rings through the little house. She appears, storming out of the kitchen. “Where did you go without telling me?! This whole time I thought you were sleeping!”“You and auntie were yelling!” Eijiro tries to explain. “I just wanted to leave for a little!”“Was it so important that you couldn’t help your mother cook lunch?” She shouts. “You crazy brat! You’d better clean up your room, because we’re leaving at six to have dinner!”“Ma, why do I have to clean up my room if we’re leaving to dinner?” Eijiro asks, but his mother cuts him off again.“Go!” She demands, and Eijiro bows his head as he walks. Katsuki awkwardly follows behind Eijiro, Ash in his arms. As he passes by Kirishima Hana, she swoops Ash from his hold.“Thanks, Bakugo.” She says, and gives him a sweet smile before he keeps walking.“Sorry.” Eijiro apologizes once they’re up the stairs. “She’s kind of crazy.”“You’ve met my mom, haven’t you?” Katsuki asks, and just when Eijiro was going to question him, Keiji and Kaede appeared at the top of the staircase.“Hello!” Keiji greets with a grin. “Kaede and I have made the decision that we want to invite you to the park with us! And you too, Bakugo.”Katsuki scowls.“We just got back from being out though.” Eijiro says. “Mom would kill me if I went out again.”“What does she want you to do? Get ready for dinner for like five hours?” Kaede rolls his eyes. “Come on, let’s go!”“I don’t want to go.” Katsuki mutters.“Yeah. Let’s go tomorrow, okay?” Eijiro says cheerily, but Kaede and Keiji have looming faces of impending murder.“Or we can go today!” Eijiro laughs nervously. The freezing cold was bearable when Katsuki and Eijiro were holding hands and having fun, but it felt like a drag as Keiji and Kaede kicked a ball around while Eijiro and Katsuki watched on, too drained of energy to play ball. Unfortunately to the plot, it was totally uneventful- the boys watched on miserably as Keiji and Kaede started beating each other up with the ball, noses freezing and only Eijiro’s hands trembling.“Have you checked the group chat?” Eijiro asks easily, leaning against Katsuki.“I checked this morning. Why? Fighting again?” Katsuki asks, and Eijiro nods.“Over Haikyuu.” Eijiro informs. “It’s getting a little intense.”“They always fight over the dumbest bullshit.” Katsuki sighs. “There’s so many things to fight over. Politics, vegans, corruption, and they wanna fight over anime?”“I miss when we fought over which Shrek movie was the best.” Eijiro says, recalling the week they came back from summer break and every body refused to speak to each other because of how viciously they’d fought in their group chat.“Shrek Four.” Katsuki says immediately.“I said Shrek Two.” Eijiro tells him. “I remember.” Katsuki hums. “I agree. Shrek Two is pretty fucking awesome.”“Kaminari said Shrek Three was his favorite!” Eijiro laughs.“I blocked his number for a day.” Katsuki confesses proudly. “I don’t need to hear wrong opinions.”“They’re fighting about Sugawara and Kageyama being the best setter.” Eijiro says. “Or I think, which of them is the better setter.”“I’ve never watched that shit.” Katsuki clicks his tongue. “Kageyama sounds better though. Shadowed mountain is way cooler than whatever Sugawara means.”“Doesn’t it mean sedge field?” Eijiro adds.“I don’t know. Yeah, it does, right?” Katsuki frowns. “Your two idiot cousins wouldn't know if we asked, would they?” “I don’t think so. Their Japanese is sort of wonky.” Eijiro grins. “But they don’t have accents when they speak!”“Japanese is hard. Five thousand fucking versions.” Katsuki clicks his tongue again. “Don’t blame them.”“Hey!” Keiji interrupts their conversation. He’s sweaty- Katsuki wonders if Kirishimas look attractive in any situation. “Come play and stop kissing!”“They don’t kiss!” Kaede calls. “Zero PDA, remember?”“We just can’t be affectionate at school, so we’re used to it!” Eijiro makes up a lie. “We do it all in our room. Kiss, hold hands, everything!”“I’m fucking levitating out of here.” Keiji says. “We were just joking.” Kaede sticks out his tongue. “Get up! Let’s play already!” They return home at three after a long game of kicking the ball around and Katsuki getting angry and blowing up the cold air, and receive a stern scolding from Kirishima Hana and Kokomi about how they should be home and helping out instead of goofing off. Katsuki really wanted to get out of the lecture, but felt like it was somehow directed at him too.His thoughts did wander off from the lecture though. He wasn’t particularly compelled to listen, but just thought it might be too rude to get up and leave. He wondered where the rest of the family always was. In the kitchen? Did all of them even fit in there? Katsuki thinks they’re probably all up in their rooms, but he can’t be certain. Could they be out shopping or something like that?Katsuki then remembers Eijiro’s uncle, Ryota, is still running the ramen shop while Hana’s home with the kids. He didn’t doubt the girls were cooped up in their room, and also didn’t doubt the old geezers were too, but he was left to wonder where Makoto was all day. He usually slumped on the couch watching television, and appeared for meal times looking disheveled, but there wasn’t much else to it. When the lecture ends and the mothers stressfully send their sons away, Katsuki decides to ask.“He’s our all day.” Eijiro tells him. “He stays at a friend’s a lot. He doesn't really like being home.”“Yeah? He was hanging around a lot when we first got here.” Katsuki mentions as they walk up the stairs, Keiji and Kaede already at the top.“He did it to make Mom happy.” Eijiro says simply, and Katsuki can’t decipher the emotion in his voice. “And what about everybody else? Those old people?” Katsuki asks, and Eijiro grins. “They like to hang out in the kitchen I guess. And they’re in the front yard a lot- Oh, and granma and grandpa have an old friend that lives in the neighborhood, so they go there a lot! Why are you asking?” Eijiro asks as they head into his room.“Just never see them.” Katsuki shrugs. 6:30 PMKim Taehyung… I miss you (Eijiro Kirishima):Me and Bakugo are going to dinner!!! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ6:31 PMMooMoo (Momo Yaoyorozu):Hi Kirishima! I didn’t know you and Bakugo were spending Christmas together.6:31 PMKim Taehyung… I miss you (Eijiro Kirishima):Oh yeah we didn’t tell you guys huh? We’re spending Christmas together LEL!! Bakugo’s parents are out of town this year so we’re hanging out ^_^6:31 PMMooMoo (Momo Yaoyorozu):Wow! I would be too embarrassed to invite a friend. My parents would think we were dating..!6:31 PMgummy bear (Shoto Todoroki):there’s no such thing as a zootopia ocit’s just a fursona6:32 PMKim Taehyung… I miss you (Eijiro Kirishima):BAHAHAHAHA WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!!!6:32 PMFuck You. (Katsuki Bakugo):Get off of your phone. They go to a sushi place for dinner. Kirishima members pile out of Hana’s van like an anthill: Akira and Akimi jump down and shove at Mei for being annoying, Ryota gives Yumeko a helping hand and a kiss on the cheek, Hana and Josh get the kids out, and in Kokomi’s car, the old geezers and Keiji and Kaede pile out. “There’s so many of us.” Hana says, looking miserable.“Can they seat all of us?” Ryota jokes, but there’s a serious undertone to it. As they talk, Eijiro and Katsuki trail behind. Katsuki sees Eijiro looking up at the sky, so he does too. The stars were twinkling brighter than Katsuki had ever seen in his life that night, and the moon hung beautifully against the black sky. “It’s really cold.” Eijiro complains instead of complimenting the pretty scene. “Moon is nice.” Katsuki mumbles.“Do you usually stargaze?” Eijiro asks. “I’ve never seen you doing anything romantic like that.”“No. But you were doing it, so I did too.” Katsuki huffs, and as they catch up to the fourteen member family entering the restaurant, he glances up at the sky one final time, and gets a feeling something good was about to happen.
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THIS FF SAYS THE ONLY TIME IT WAS UPDATED WAS AT ITS PUBLICATION DATE ..? Test chapter to see if it updates ..
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okay because it’s not updating & wont show up on the my hero tag I’m gonna reupload the entire fanfic 😈 I’ll keep this one up so people can see the announcement. Eijiro’s Window will still be reposted on this account, sugarloser, so check back in & find the updated Eijiro’s Window !!