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On the weekends, Kirishima teaches an Zumba class and while he loves it, the ladies who take his class, love it more. He's handsome, tall, young, a gentleman, the perfect husband for any of the daughters, or in one case, a son. You see Mitsuki Bakugo has been taking this class for almost as long as the instructor has been teaching, and though she is taking it as a fun way to keep healthy, the idea of introducing her son has indeed passed her thoughts.
The only problem? He was not even out yet, at least he didn't know his parents already knew. They didn't actively look for proof but when he decided to...explore different sexualities' on the family computer, he failed to delete his history right away. Mitsuki held her tongue, knowing that as much as they joke and bicker with each other, this was something she would let come out naturally.
Kirishima wiped the sweat from his brow, grinning at his students with adoration, a sense of pride, and clapped his hands.
"Alright ladies! That will do it for this weeks class, you all blew it out the water today, I'm so proud of you all, and I hope to see you all next week! Take care of yourselves and drink lots of water, and of course if you have any questions, I'll be out in the lobby in about 10 minutes."
With his ending speech, he took his towel and water, and left to the change rooms. Mitsuki grabbed her phone and smirked when she read the text message from her husband.
'Got called into work, so I've sent our bundle of joy to come pick you up. I love you and I'll see you tonight.'
As she gathered her belongings, Mitsuki casually gossiped with the other members of her class.
"Do you think he's even single?" One woman giggled, Mitsuki knew her from the parenting class she took all those 20 years ago.
"I don't think so, but I also doubt he would be looking for one of us older ladies." Another mom chuckled, holding open the door to their changing room.
"Don't sell yourself short Yaoyorozu! He'd be lucky to have anyone of us." A lady in the background shouted causing the room to erupt in laughter and a few 'damn right's.
The group made their way out of the change rooms and into the lobby of the gym. A few giddy mumbles came from the ladies at the front and Mitsuki could only assume their teacher had gotten out before them but when she looked over, she saw her own son sitting in one of the chairs provided, headphones in.
"Oh he's handsome." Someone giggled.
Mitsuki walked ahead of everyone and gave her son a soft slap to the back of his head. He jumped up, ready to fight but slumped at the sight of his mother.
"You know you didn't have to come in." She laughed.
"It's the middle of fucking summer and the AC in my car is broken so no fucking thanks." He grumbled, sneering as usual.
The back door to the staff area swung open and Kirishima walked out, freshly showered and grinning.
"Well ladies, how do we feel?" He smiled earnestly.
One glance to her son and Mitsuki knew exactly how he felt. The once over he gave the instructor, the creeping redness that formed on his cheeks, it was apparent that he had developted a crush.
The chatter and questions came quickly, drowning out anything Kirishima could have said after and with that crowd, Mitsuki and her son were leaving quickly.
The sun beating down was enough to have them sweating hard but as they reached the car, something was holding them back from opening the doors.
"Mrs Bakugo!" Kirishima shouted, jogging over to the pair, he was holding up a water bottle. "Sorry to stop you but with this heat, it's not good to lose your bottle."
"Why thank you!" She smiled back, flashing a look to her son. He was starstruck, not even hiding his obvious attraction. "Well, actually I had a question."
"Anything for my favorite student, what's up?" Like a giant puppy dog, she had all his attention.
"Would you have enough room in your next class for me to bring me son?" She waved towards the blonde, a sly grin on her face.
Kirishima didn't just look at her son, he turned his entire body towards him, looked him up and down then gave him a small smile, something tuned down, careful even, then he reached out his hand to shake, over the hood of the car.
"Eijiro Kirishima, its a pleasure to meet you!" They shook. "So you're interested in my class?"
Mitsuki nodded to her son and he stammered out a yes.
"And what's the name and number of my new student?" Kirishima asked, holding out his phone.
"Katsuki Bakugo." He mumbled, still shell shocked from the impromptu introduction.
"Well, I look forward to seeing you again! You both have a wonderful day, take care." He smiled to his phone for a moment then waved and jogged back to the moms waiting to continue their questions and flirting.
"Do you really want me to go to this fucking class with you?" Katsuki laughed as they pulled out of the parking lot.
"What? You have something better to do?" She snapped back with a grin.
He frowned deeply as she laughed.
"I didn't fucking think so!"
As they pulled into the driveway,, Mitsuki gasped at the sight of her husband standing at the door with flowers. She walked up the stairs and he pulled her into a hug, sealing it with a kiss, to which Katsuki gagged and walked around them and to his room.
"I've got studying to do for my exams, please keep it down!" He shouted then slammed the door.
"Shall we?" Masaru asked, holding out his arm.
"We shall." Mistuki smiled and closed the door behind them.
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The next week was upon them and Katsuki found himself in his gym clothes.
"I should be studying." He muttered, parking his car.
"And I let you live in my house rent free while you take said Uni classes so humor your mother and get out, class starts in 10 minutes." She chuckled, walking towards the gym.
They stood spaced out in the studeo, Mitsuki introduced her son to the other members while they waited.
"You're so handsome, are you in school?" One woman asked.
"University." He mumbled.
"What do you study?"
"History." He said, looking at the clock on the wall then to his mother.
"Do you have a girlfriend then?"
"No I don't." He snapped, losing his temper.
The door to the room opened and out stepped the beloved teacher. All the attention was turned away from Katsuki and to the teacher.
"Good afternoon everyone, I hope you are all doing well?" He asked, setting up his speakers.
The ladies responded excitedly, giggling to themselves.
Kirishima stood at the head of the class and gave a firm clap. He looked over the crowd and when his eyes fell upon Katsuki he flashed him a smile, soft smile and kept eye contact as he explained the goals of the day.
The class went by quickly and to her surprise, Katsuki seemed to be enjoying himself, hiding himself away in the back corner meant he knew he wasn't being watched.
"Thank you everyone for a wonderful class, I hope to see everyone next week." Kirishima smiled, letting his gaze fall on Katsuki for longer then any other student. "As always, I'll see everyone in the lobby in a few minutes and if I don't, have a good rest of your day."
The group cleaned up, walking into their change room while Katsuki just walked into the lobby.
"I'll be out in a minute." Mitsuki said then went into the change room.
Katsuki stood in the lobby, waiting for the staff door to open, hoping it would open before any of the other ladies came out, even just for a moment. And like answering his prayers, Kirishima popped his head out of the staff door, smiling when he saw it was just Katsuki standing there.
So, how did you enjoy it?" He asked, leaning over the counter of the lobby, smiling widely when Katsuki wandered over and mocked his stance on the opposite side.
"It was," He chewed on the word. "Fun, you are a good teacher."
"Well what can I say, if you enjoy what you do, it' not really a job." He chuckled lightly. "And do you work?"
"I have a part time over the weekend while I'm taking classes." He explained, drawing on the counter to avoid making eye contact with the very handsome man standing super close to him.
"So I guess you wouldn't be free this weekend then?" Kirishima asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
He was flushed red, biting his lip and looking at nothing in particular. Katsuki took a moment, carefully calculating a flirty response but when the man across from him caught his gaze and his amber eyes seemed to tare him apart from the inside, he melted.
"W-well, I, um fuck, I could be haha, if you well, shit, um were also free?" He stumbled over his own words, feeling the tips of his ears burn with every trip up.
A rough yet soft hand pulled Katsuki's own hand forward and Kirishima wrote his personal phone number on the blonde's wrist in small numbers then put a small X at the end. Kirishima held the hand fast as he leaned forward and whispered into Katsuki's ear.
"Call me, I'd like to get to know you better." He smiled, gave the hand a quick squeeze then pulled away, just in time for the gaggle of ladies to come from the change room.
"Ready to go?" Mitsuki asked, nudging her son in the side while the teacher was being swarmed.
He nodded, holding his hand over the phone number. She caught a glance at it as they walked and smiled.
"Got his number?" She smiled.
Katsuki snapped his head at her, a look of fear in his eyes and she knew she fucked up. The mother and son got into the car in silence. Only as they left the parking lot, did they speak, both at the same time before stopping.
"No you go." Mitsuki said, bracing herself for the yelling but was surprised when she got nothing, just her son white knuckling his steering wheel.
"Mom, I have something to tell you." He said through gritted teeth.
"Do you want to stop and grab some coffee then talk?" She asked softly, knowing the conversation she was about to have.
They drove to a coffee stop then pulled into the parking lot of a nearby park, making sure they were in the shade, a miserable amount of cold air coming from the vents.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the radio until Katsuki turned it down, hesitating with his hand on the knob.
"Mom, I'm gay and before you say anything, please just understand that this isn't about your terrible parenting, you didn't wreck me. I'm not broken and I'm confident with myself." As he spoke the tears began to pool. "I don't care if you yell at me or kick me out of the house, I don't even want your fake support-"
"Katsuki I love you." Mitsuki interrupted him and all of her motherly wisdom exploded. As she sat with her son, she sat as her 20 year old self, having the same conversation with her mother.
She remebered the rage her mother came down on her with, the hatred that she knew her mother didn't mean, but would unfortunately take with her until the day she died. And as she held her son for the first time, Mitsuki knew she would never ever do that to him, not about something like this.
"I understand and its perfectly normal. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me." She was crying now, speaking all the words she so desperately wanted to hear herself. "You are my son and I will accept you no matter what, even if you bring home a boy."
He was crying now, full body sobs into his steering wheel but he was smiling. Without a word he pulled his mother into a hug, squeezing her like he did as a little kid. It was full of love.
"Thank you." He smiled as he pulled away then laughed, pointing at the tear marks he made on her shirt.
They both broke into laughter, wiping away tears. When they had both calmed down, Mitsuki slapped Katsuki on the back.
"So where are you taking him on a date?"
"How did you know?" He asked, driving back home, looking down at the number.
"I'm not stupid Katsuki, that water bottle he ran out, wasn't mine. He just wanted a reason to talk to you. I'm surprised you didn't notice him take it back inside with him." She laughed.
"So you knew from the beginning?" He asked, baffled.
"On both of your parts, it was easy to see there was something between you two instantly. But I do want to know, why did you really come inside to pick me up?" She grinned. "You got your AC fixed the day before."
"Well, I," He muttered, blushing at his secret coming out. "I saw him last time I picked you up and, I don't know, does it fucking matter?"
"No it doesn't matter." Mitsuki laughed out loud.
After a moment of silence, Katsuki cleared his throat.
"Do you think it will be okay if I tell dad?" He asked.
"I think you'd be very surprised by what he'll say." She smiled, patting her son on the shoulder. As the family sat at the dinner table, chatting about the day, Katsuki cleared his throat.
"Hey dad, I just wanted to tell you, I'm gay." He rambled out, fork hanging out his mouth.
"Nice to meet you gay," Masaru started but broke out in laughter when both his wife and son began to throw pieces of food at him. "You don't have to worry Katsuki, I knew all along."
"How the fuck did you know?" He threw his hands into the air.
"Did I ever tell you how your mother and I met?" He asked to which his son shook his head. "We met at a gay bar,"
"Your mother was at the bar hanging out with a bunch of her friends and I had gone with a good friend who had just come out to me. I went to support him and I had no intention of going home with anyone but when I saw your mother, I knew she was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with."
"Why were you at the bar?" Katsuki asked his mother completely taken a back by the new information.
"I had never been and after a rocky break up with my collage girlfriend, a few of us went out to let loose, that's when I saw your dorky father." Mitsuki laughed and tipped her glass to knock it against her husband's.
"I embarrassed myself by asking if she was single then I slipped on the bar and broke my glasses off the counter. She took pity on me and we got dinner after. The rest is history." He explained with a lovesick grin.
"Fuck, enough with the sappy shit." Katsuki groaned, holding his hands over his face.
His parents laughed, cleaning up their dishes. Suddenly a notification sound came from Katsuki's phone. He quickly opened his phone and tried to hide a giddy smile.
"Is that him?" Masaru asked, trying to look over Katsuki's shoulder but he was quick to hide the screen.
"Fuck off!" He shouted and jumped up, rushing off to his room.
"Is that why he had the number on his hand?" Masaru whispered while he joined his wife at the kitchen sink.
"Yes, that's the dance class teacher, the tall guy I told you about."
"Wait, the red hair guy?"
"Yeah, I've told you about him before, right?" She asked, confused when Masaru ran off to the living room.
She followed him to the book shelf. He grabbed Katsuki's year book and sat on the couch, flipping the pages to the graduating class portrates. His finger landed on one smiling face.
"Is that?"
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Katsuki paced in the living room, stopping to check his hair in the small mirror then continue to pace. "You're going to a hole in the wood if you keep doing that." Mitsuki teased from the dinner table. "Oh leave him be, this is his first date after all." Masaru laughed. "You both need to shut up." He snapped then looked out the window and froze. "He's here." Without more then a goodbye, Katsuki ran out the door, slamming it behind him. His parents cheers their wine glasses. "Hey!" Kirishima smiled, leaping around to the passenger side door, holding it open for his date. "You look fantastic." The red head wore a white button down tucked into black slacks. Much to Katsuki's attraction, he could see his toned chest under the two top buttons being undone. Suddenly, he felt very underdressed. Katsuki wore black jeans and a light t-shirt. They drove past many of the go to eateries in town and when Katsuki made a face, Kirishima patted his thigh. "Trust me, you'll like it, just a little farther." His grin was enough to chase away all the worries. They drove into a parking lot that over looked the ocean. Kirishima pulled in backwards, the trunk of his car facing the beach. "Ready?" He asked, holding a basket in his lap, a blanket over his shoulder. He rounded the car, holding open the door. They set up the blanket in the hatchback of Kirishima's car, sipping on juice boxes from the basket. He brought rice balls wrapped in cling wrap along with strawberries, sliced watermelon, and chocolates. "I hope you don't have any allergies," Kirishima said, holding out two rice balls. "The right one is spicy tuna." "I fucking love spicy food." He smiled, snatching the snack then frowned at his rudeness, muttering out a quick 'sorry'. "No need to apologize, I like the enthusiasm!" Kirishima grinned, eating his own. "It's cute and admirable." "Admirable?" Katsuki was taken aback. "Yeah! You're stern and know what you want. I'm too much of a passivist I think that's why I'm drawn to you." He explained, looking out across the sea. "But you were always like that, even in school." "In school?" Katsuki had remembered his date from plenty of classes they had together, the long boring classes he wished he could have run away from, hopefully holding the hand of the red head, but he had assumed Kirishima hadn't have remembered him. They had never talked, never had any projects together, hell, Katsuki didn't even go to any of the dances! "Yeah, don't you remember Teacher Aizawa's class? I sat in the middle row." He laughed, rubbing a piece of rice that had fallen onto the collar of Katsuki's shirt. His hand lingered, fingers grazing the skin on his neck. They reached up, brushing a piece of hair behind the blonde's ear. "I wish I had sat behind you though, I was always trying to sneak glances at you." He mumbled, leaning forward, holding himself up on the hand he placed next to Katsuki's hip. "I-I," Katsuki started then gulped. "I had the biggest crush on you in high-school. You were hot and popular but I thought you were dating Mina." Kirishima leaned back, staring at his date then he opened his mouth and threw his head back, letting a full laugh that shook his body. It was infectious and made Katsuki laugh too. "I'm so sorry!" Kirishima coughed out, finally getting a hold of himself. "We never dated, she's a lesbian. She's been my best friend since middle school so we just stuck together. Bakugou, I only ever liked you!" The comment pushed Katsuki back then with the added momentum, he leaned forward and sealed their lips, pushing harder then he wanted to but when the two arms of his date wrapped around his waist he stopped pulling back. He was hoisted onto the lap in front of him, cradling him against the powerful chest while his breath was stolen by the kiss. He finally pulled away, biting Kirishima's lips as he did. They were panting and a little bit dizzy but giddily laughing as they rested their foreheads together. Kirishima intertwined their fingers, pulling Katsuki with him as he laid down. Katsuki rested his against the chest, listening to the heart beat that was still going a little too fast and smiled. They stayed cuddled up, sharing the occasional kiss when their eyes met, until it was too cold to stay. Packing up, Kirishima caught Kastuki's hand, planting a kiss against the knuckles. "Can I keep you for just a little bit longer?" He asked, leaning against the car door, one hand resting on Katsuki's hip, fingers looped through the belt loop. "I don't think my parents will mind." He blushed, looking out at the stars that twinkled against the water. "Then let's stop and get a hot drink." He smiled, pulling Katsuki in for another quick kiss. They drove to a small restaurant that was almost completely empty. The woman behind the bar that led to an open kitchen wiped her hands with a tea towel. "Sorry, we are just about to close for the night." She said throwing the towel over her shoulder then paused and smile widely. "Eijiro!" "Hey mum, have time for us?" Kirishima led his date to the bar, pulling out the stool before seating himself. "Of course, tea or coffee?" She asked, placing coasters in front of the two. "Tea, thank you." Katsuki gave his best smile. "You don't have to worry about impressing me kid, if you're good enough for my boy, you're good enough for me." She laughed, turning to the tea pot, scooping in dried leaves. "So, how was the ocean?" "Fucking beautiful." Kirishima smiled, looking only at Katsuki. "Hey, who told you swearing was allowed in my shop." She scolding him, lightly slapping him with the tea towel. "Sorry, that must have been me." Katsuki chuckled. Eijiro's mother turned her body to look at the blonde, staring for far too long before clasping her hands, making the last two customers in the far corner jump. "You're Bakugou Katsuki!" She grinned. "Mum, I told you who I was going to see already." Eijiro looked at his mother confused. "Yes but I never put a face to the name, I know your mum!" She pointed at a picture on the far wall. They gathered around it. It showed both the two's mothers, arms wrapped around each other in graduation gowns and caps. "We graduated high-school together but fell away when she went to collage and I went to cooking school. She was my best friend and after I met Eijiro's mother and we had him, I lost Mitsuki's number." She explained, taking the picture off the wall and removing it from the frame. On the back was a note in Katsuki's mother's writing. Cook for me when you open your restaurant, I'll give you 5 stars! Love Mitsuki "Your mother always wanted me to cook for her, I would even bring her lunches at school." She explained, a single tear falling. "Why don't I bring my parents tomorrow night?" Katsuki offered without thinking. "I mean, whenever works best for you?""Any time! Tell Eijiro and I'll cook a feast!" She laughed, slapping her son on the back. "Then I'll have an excuse to meet your boyfriend's family." "Sure mum." Kirishima laughed, nudging his shoulder against Katsuki's. They walked back over to the bar, chatting endlessly over tea until the last customers finished and left. After an hour passed, Katsuki began to yawn. Kirishima took Katsuki's hand. "I should probably bring him hold, it's getting pretty late." "You drive safe," She told him sternly but softened when she turned to Katsuki. "It was wonderful to meet you Katsuki, any time you want, you come over here. You're always welcome!" "Thank you." He bowed deeply then was led to Kirishima's car, who help open the door again. "So, you told your mum about me?" Katsuki asked as they pulled onto the highway. "Well I didn't at first but when I said I was going on a date, they both threatened to follow me if I didn't say who." He chuckled, reaching over to rest his hand on Katsuki's knee. "Was it okay that she called you my boyfriend?" "I think I like that title." Katsuki said, placing his hand over Kirishima's. They chatted aimlessly until they arrived back at Katsuki's house. Kirishima jumped out and rounded the car, holding open the door once again. "Let me walk you to the door?" He asked, pulling Katsuki up. He nodded and they walked hand in hand to the door, hesitating when they reached the top. "I had a wonderful time and meeting your mom was great too." Katsuki explained. "Just wait until you meet the other one, them together is a bit of a catastrophe." He laughed. Just as they leaned in for a kiss, the front door swung open. "Look who it is!" Mitsuki cheered. "Fuck off mum!" Katsuki shouted, trying to shove the door closed but his father joined the fray and held fast. "Don't speak like that to your mother and come inside, bring him too." She smiled, waving the two inside. The pair sat on the couch while the parents sat across from them. "So where did you go?" Mitsuki asked, trying and sorely failing to not sound like she was interrogating her adult son and her zumba teacher. "I took him to the beach!" Kirishima smiled. "I made us some snacks and we watched the sun set." "Good choice!" Masaru smiled. "But why back so late?" Mitsuki asked then tried to back track, realizing she was asking a forbidden question. "We stopped into my mum's restaurant." Kirishima answered. "Just for a hot drink." Mitsuki looked over at her husband and smiled, knowing their son made a good decision. The four chatted more until Kirishima stood up, starching as he did. "I'm sorry I must, but its getting late and I should take me leave." He said, shaking Mitsuki's hand then her husband's. "Of course Eijiro! Please, take care and don't hesitate to come by some other time." Masaru smiled, clasping his hand over Kirishima's. "I will, thank you so much Mrs Bakugo." He started. "Oh please, call me-!"
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"Mitsuki fucking Bakugou!" Kirishima's two mothers stood in the middle of the restaurant, empty from an early closing, with their son along side them. Katsuki stood with his parents, his mother was bawling. She ran to meet her long lost best friend, who met her half way, embracing each other. "You fucking did it!" Mitsuki laughed, patting her friend on the back, drying her tears on her sleeve. "I can't believe I missed it." "You're here now, and with your beautiful family, I'm glad my son chose such a wonderful boy to bring home." Kari Kirishima smiled. "And look at your family! Introduce us, please sit too, I'm cooking up something new." The two families sat around a table in the middle of the room, made of multiple table pushed together. They were all laughing, the two best friends rekindling, catching up about their lives the other had missed. A bell went off in the kitchen and Eijiro jumped up. "I'll serve us, sit mum, I'll be right back." He said, bowing and walking behind the bar. "Katsuki, go help him." Mitsuki urged, nudging her son. He went with no complaints, tucking himself in a blind corner and pulled Eijiro with him. They lavished in the privacy, stealing silent kisses before a loud burst of laughter caused them to jump like guilty teens. "Why didn't we do this earlier." Eijiro whispered, plating his mother's cooking. "Cause I had classes all week and you were working?" Katsuki chuckled, confused. "No, this. The making out, the dating?" He smirked. "I was head over heels for you in high school, I beat myself up every day for not ever talking to you enough." "Probably because I was, and still am, a fucking asshole?" Katsuki laughed. "Oh I know that!" Katsuki elbowed him as they walked out, arms full of dishes. "You aren't supposed to agree with me!" "Enough you two," Kari shook her head, taking the bowls that were threatening to spill from the boys. "Eijiro, you should know better." "Yes, he should." Katsuki mocked only to get hit up the head by his own mother, lightly of course. They began to eat, chatting lightly before Mitsuki gasped at a certain plate. "You used to make me this in high-school!" She laughed, holding the dish close to her. "It's still just as good as I remember!" "I knew you'd like it," Kari smiled, holding her tea cup. "I even still have the bento box I'd bring with me." "You know what the funniest part about all this is?" Masaru asked, reaching into his wife's purse to pull out a year book. Katsuki audibly groaned, trying to snatch the book from his father. "Don't you fucking dare!" He snapped but retreated to hiding his face against Eijiro's shoulder when he knew he'd lose. The parents and Eijiro leaned forward as Masaru flipped through the photos, finding the graduating headshots, tapping his finger against one photo in particular. It was a group shot of some students, about six of them, two standing out. Bookending the group stood Kirishima Eijiro and Bakugou Katsuki, both grinning in grad gowns and caps. "I don't remember taking that photo," Eijiro kinda chuckled, bringing the book closer. "I do," Katsuki grumbled into his hands, sighed then pulled the book towards him. "Do you remember Denki? He's the one closest to me, super popular, always wanted to play match maker." "Oh yeah, he was dating like, two people at once right?" Eijiro asked, invested in the past drama. "Yeah, still is, but he found out I liked you and always tried his best to invite you whenever I would be there." Katsuki explained. "He was actually the one to tell me you were teaching a dance class." "Then I should text him and thank him." Eijiro laughed, flipping past the rest of the pages until he found the autographs page. It was covered in well-wishes, see-ya later and the occasional phone number, all in different kinds of glitter pen. Kari reached over and touched the page lightly, fingers tapping at one note in particular. Call him, Bakugou!!! Written in green pen and underlined. "Looks like everyone was cheering you both on." She chuckled, patting her son on the back. "You'll have to wow them soon." The party continued to chat, talking long into the night, at least until it was time for everyone to go home. "Why don't you come over to our house tonight, I don't want this to end." Mitsuki smiled, holding both Kari and her wife's hands in hers, then she leaned in. "At least give the boys a night to themselves?" "I think that's an fantastic idea!" Kari's wife chuckled, gathering her jacket. "Eijiro, make sure you load the dishwasher before you go to bed, okay?" "Yes mom, have a good night everyone." He waved them off before Katsuki could say a word. "What the fuck was that about?" He asked, watching his parents drive away. "Time for us to have the house to ourselves." Eijiro smiled with a look Katsuki had never seen before. "What are you-!" He started but was cut short as Eijiro picked him up and threw him over his shoulder. "Hey!" Ignoring his pleas, Eijiro headed upstairs. The house sat above the restaurant, it was quaint, two bed rooms hidden in a long hallway and the room Katsuki was walked into was simple. A punching bag hung in the corner, desk with some sort of action figure on top, as well as a double wide bed Katsuki was dropped onto. "I hope you don't mind me being greedy." Eijiro hummed, hovering over Katsuki, tearing him apart with his eyes. Katsuki snaked his arms around his partner's neck, pulling him in closer and shook his head. "As long as I can be just as selfish." He smirked. The house was silent, running water had stopped and Katsuki walked back into the room, towel around his waist. Eijiro was laying on his bed, year book out in front of him. "Come here." He patted the bed side him, bed sheets changed. "Look." Katsuki laid beside him, kissing the mark on Eijiro's shoulder he left, peering over to look at the page he had open. The portrait shots. Kirishima Eijiro in particular. "Oh fuck," Katsuki groaned, hiding his face. "I think it's cute!" Eijiro laughed, tracing the hearts around his own picture. The photo had been decorated with red hearts and flowers, his name had a small note underneath that read; One day. "I was so in love." Katsuki mumbled against the freckled skin beside him. "Where is your yearbook?" "I didn't get one," He shrugged. "Forty dollars for a book of pictures of people I didn't know? Mina had gotten me a polaroid camera that year anyway." He nodded to his desk. Katsuki got up, slid on his boxers and opened the drawer to find a camera along with a stack of taken photos. All of them had small holes at the top, from past pins. "Did you take them down recently?" He asked, flipping through them. "I did collage for a year then decided it wasn't for me, those were on the walls and I just forgot to put them back up when I got home." Eijiro explained, sitting up, putting aside the year book. Taking the camera, Katsuki retuned to the bed, pushing Eijiro onto his back as he straddled him. "Say cheese." He whispered, causing a red blush to crawl up the face beneath him. He snapped the pic, taking the polaroid as it was printed from the camera. After a moment he looked at the developed photo and smiled, showing Eijiro. "High-school me would be losing his mind right now." Katsuki laughed, holding the photo out of reach as Eijiro struggled under him. A quick move and Katsuki was suddenly thrown under and Eijiro was on top of him, camera in hand. He tilted Katsuki's chin up, thumb pulling down his lip, watching through the lens the bewildered look. The flash snapped Katsuki out of it, swinging for the picture. "I'll only give it if I can have the one you took of me." Eijiro smirked, the photo out of reach but his other hand reached out. "No can do, this is something I'll never give up." Katsuki leaned up on his elbows, giving his best look. "Then this is mine." Eijiro reached down and scooped up his jeans, pulling out his wallet to tuck the photo inside. "Sorry sweetie, you're out of luck." The laid in the bed, whispering away and giggling like children until they could see the sun creeping over the hills outside. "I'm glad you came in that day." Eijiro whispered, pulling Katsuki's body flush against his own, barely holding his eyes open. "My AC really wasn't working." Katsuki yawned, brushing his nose against Eijiro's collarbone. "Whatever you say babe." They stayed in silence for a moment before Eijiro's phone pinged. He groaned, leaned over Katsuki and opened it, blinding himself for a second before he could focus again. "Is it important?" Katsuki groaned, shielding his eyes. "It's from Mina, we have our reunion coming up soon!" Eijiro gasped, sitting up. "We have to fucking go."
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Katsuki stood in his bathroom, his mother humming behind him, gelling his hair. They had been at it for almost two hours but it was already apparent that it was worth it. He wore his best black suit, popped buttons that showed a silver chain his parents had gotten him for graduating.
Black eye shadow smoked over his eye lids, eye liner to pull it together and orangey red powered the inner tips of his eyes. He had painted his nails black, the middle one red for a certain red head, and wore a collection of rings.
"Woah!" Masaru smiled, leaning against the door frame. "Who transported me back to the seventies?"
"What can I say," his wife laughed, stepping back to see the work she did. "he asked for big, I was simply a witness. So, what do you think?"
Katsuki smiled wildly at himself, turning every which way, nodding. "I look fucking hot."
The door bell rang and Katsuki's heart leapt into his throat. He brushed nervously over his suit jacket.
"Don't worry, he'll like it." Mitsuki whispered, patting his shoulder and walked to open the door.
"Eijiro! You look wonderful!" She cheered from the door, loud enough for her son to hear from his spot hidden in the bathroom.
"Thank you Mitsuki, is Katsuki ready?" Kirishima sounded just as nervous.
Taking a deep breath in, Katsuki entered the living room where he quickly melted at the view in front of him. His boyfriend stood casually, a matching brown suit set with a pin striped button down underneath. His hair was freshly cut, longish hair braided and tied back with a black ribbon He had shaved the sides down and a pattern was shaved in. He also had his polaroid camera safely around his neck.
"Fuck," Katsuki squeaked out. "You, wow, fucking hot."
"Fuck the reunion," Eijiro laughed, eyes wide at his partner then he turned to his parents, taking Mitsuki's hand in his. "Do you give me your blessing?"
She laughed and patted his hands. "Of course you do."
"Hey hey!" Katsuki laughed, walking forward. "Let's not be hasty."
"I'm not," Eijiro whispered, wrapping his arms around Katsuki's waist. "I'd marry you on the spot if I could, look at you, I think I've died and gone to heaven."
The look on his face, the sparkle in his eyes, it was full of love, admiration, and it made Katsuki swoon. He couldn't help but lean forward and press his lips to Eijiro's.
"Alright alright, break it up you two," Mitsuki laughed. "You're going to be late if you stay like this."
"You heard her," Eijiro laughed into Katsuki's lips and with a sigh, Katsuki finally pulled away.
Before Mitsuki could snap any photos, Katsuki rushed himself out of the house, dragging Eijiro with him. They drove to the venue without crashing, which was a surprising feat given Katsuki's hand resting on Eijiro's thigh, rubbing his thumb on his inner leg.
The venue was an open garden with a stage, fenced in with plenty of trees and flora. A huge sign was next to the entrance, it read: Welcome, class reunion of 20XX!
"Looks like we made it." Eijiro smiled, jumping out and rounding the car to open Katsuki's door. "Ready handsome?"
"As I'll ever be," He grumbled, the sinking feeling of anxiety already bubbling as he took Eijiro's hand in his.
The entrance was surrounded with twinkling lights, a row of flowers led further into the garden but before they could even step foot inside, they heard an earth shattering scream.
"Kirishima!" A bright tuff of pink hair nearly knocked him right off his feet. "Holy shit you look fucking hot!"
"Thanks Mina!" Eijiro laughed, hugging her.
She wore a floor length gold gown that hugged every curve of her body and her hair in tight curls. As she was set down, she turned to Katsuki, holding out her arms. She wiggled her fingers and with a sigh, Katsuki returned the hug.
"It's good to see you Bakugou," She smiled as she pulled away, holding him at arms length. "You look great!"
"You too Ashido," He couldn't help but grin, looking towards his boyfriend who looked like he just won the lottery. "What?"
"I'm just happy." Eijiro smiled, pulling Katsuki away from his friend to hold him close.
Mina watched the two for a moment before giving a wicked grin. "So..." She giggled. "When did this happen?"
"It's been what," Eijiro asked, arm wrapped tightly around Katsuki's waist. "Just over two months?"
"Took you long enough!" Mina laughed, dragging them further. "Everyone else is already here."
They continued into the garden. A number of tables sat around a small wooden dance floor. Two buffet tables sat at the edges, covered in numerous different foods. A number of people were already on the dance floor, with a small group was seated at one of the tables.
"Mina!" A voice shouted from one of the buffet tables.
"Babe!" Mina waved back. "Come on, I've got a surprise myself."
She led them to a group of three, Katsuki knew who they were instantly. Tsuyu Asui, Tenya Iida, and the girl who almost jumped into Mina's arms, planting a cascade of kisses all over her face, Ochaco Uraraka.
"And who did you find?" Ochaco asked, her head resting on Mina's shoulder. "Kirishima!"
"Hey, Uraraka!" He smiled as she untangled herself from Mina to drag him into a swift hug. "You look great!"
"Don't I!" She laughed. "I had to blackmail my boss to finally let me out of my corporate cage to come here so I wanted to dress my best."
She let go of Eijiro and turned to Katsuki. Her jaw dropped when she finally look at him, then took on a devilish grin when she watched Eijiro lace his fingers through Katsuki's.
"So you two?" She asked.
"Yeah, us." Eijiro grinned, bringing Katsuki's hand up to kiss along his knuckles.
Katsuki blushed heavily, the look his boyfriend's face was only full of love. Eijiro raised an eye brow when he looked down at the painted nails.
"Is this for me?" He snickered, holding the middle finger up.
"No!" Katsuki couldn't help but lie, his ears red as the nail polish.
"Well, I'll let you love birds go and see everyone else, if you need us we'll be here." Mina laughed, slapping Eijiro on the shoulder. "Or maybe making out in the bathroom, we will see how deep into the open bar Ochaco gets."
"Nice seeing you guys." Katsuki muttered out, pulling his partner out.
"Let me lead," Eijiro smiled, linking their arms. "Give me a squeeze if you think it's time to go, okay?"
Katsuki nodded, allowing himself to become the center of attention as he mingled with his old classmates. Almost everyone was ecstatic to see the two together, until they came to Kaminari and Sero of course.
"Oh come on!" Kaminari whined, handing over a bill to Sero.
"I told you dude, always trust me on this kinda thing." Sero laughed, holding the bill out to Katsuki before tucking it in his suit jacket. "It's going to your wedding present of course."
"Did you guys bet on us getting together?" Katsuki couldn't help but chuckle.
"Of course we did!" Sero laughed. "Do you blame us? Through out high school, you two were undressing each other with your eyes all the time. We were just betting on when. Actually, Kami bet on you two hooking up in the bathroom."
Eijiro cackled, full body laughs that forced him to brace himself with his hands on his knees.
"It's not that suprising!" Kaminari blushed, "I tried to play match maker so much but you were both so fucking dense."
"Oh fuck off," Katsuki laughed. "You failed playing match maker, this was all me."
"And your mom." Eijiro mentioned then dodged to get away from the swat aimed at his shoulder.
They mingled, drank, and ended up cutting too much rug on the dance floor. Midnight rolled around, last call was hollered, and the DJ announced one last dance to seal the deal, putting on a slow dance. Carefully, Eijiro wrapped his arms around Katsuki's waist, pulling them flush together.
Quietly, Eijiro sang along to the song, swaying them in time. It was absolute bliss, enough to let Katsuki die a happy man. He looked out to all his former classmates, a sense of happiness over took him, a swelling feeling in his chest that burned his eyes and throat.
"Katsuki," Eijiro whispered, bring one hand to tilt his partner's face back to meet his eyes. "Oh, my love,"
Those words broke him, an onslaught of tears rolled down Katsuki's cheeks and he hid his face in Eijiro's chest. He rubbed slow circles in Katuki's back, hushing him with quiet lyrics as they continued to slow dance, staying together even as the song ended.
Lifting his head, Katsuki bit his lower lip, nervous to meet his partner's eyes.
"Talk to me?" Eijiro whispered into his hair, fully wrapping them in his arms.
"I think I'm in love with you." Katsuki mumbled and was met with a hearty laugh.
"Oh honey, I'm in way too deep now," His boyfriend laughed but softened his smile when Katsuki glared at him over his pecks. "Okay, listen to me. Katsuki Bakugou, the moment you stepped into my gym that day, was the absolute best day of my life."
The silence was urging him to continue.
"Then when you agreed to go out with me, I thought I was dying, my heart wouldn't stop racing. Then, when you met my mums and didn't imminently run away with how much they are? Then when I held you in my arms, sticky and glowing in my childhood bedroom." Eijiro couldn't help but laugh again when Katsuki blushed to the tips of his ears. "What are we, 25 fucking years old? Yet when I'm around you, I'm 16 again, nervous and giddy. You make me a mess in the best way possible."
"Will you move in with me?" Katsuki couldn't stop the words trembling out of his mouth.
Eijiro held him at arms length for a moment, looking for the punch line, but when he didn't find it, threw Katsuki over his shoulder. A few sly whistles acme their way but he paid them no mind, only giving a few curt good-byes before dropping Katsuki into the passenger seat and rounding the car to the drivers seat.
"Congratulations Katsuki, you're officially stuck with me!" He was all teeth, beaming like a kid in a candy store.
He couldn't help himself, Katsuki reached over and yanked Eijiro by his collar to close the gap between them, knocking teeth. He nipped at the lips then pulled away to look his boyfriend in the eyes.
"I wouldn't have it any other way."