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Between the various bags in his hands, the number of flights of stairs left until they reach their destination, and Todoroki’s full body weight draped over one side of him, Katsuki is struggling not to blow a fuse as they jerkily take one clumsy step at a time. 

“You’re in the top fucking ten. Why the hell do you still live in a complex without a damn elevator?” Katuski growls as he hikes Todoroki up to a more comfortable position again and rounds the final corner to the last few steps to Todoroki’s floor. The fucker is high on pain medication and tripping over his own feet, but he seems to be more coherent than when they left the hospital because he manages to actually answer this question. 

“’Like it here,” Todoroki sighs happily into Katsuki’s neck where he’s decided to smoosh his face. He nuzzles a little closer and noses over the spot right under Katsuki’s ear that he knows always makes Katsuki’s breath stutter.  

Katsuki stills for a moment to see if it was intentional or not. He’s suspicious, but all Todoroki does is sway a bit at the abrupt stop. Nothing more happens after another beat of waiting, so Katuski warily considers it a harmless coincidence and continues on, concentrating to fumble the keys out of his front pocket once Todoroki’s door finally comes into view.  

He’s now fumbling with the keys in the lock since the weight of all the takeout, pharmacy, and grocery bags are weighing down Katsuki’s free arm and he almost has it when Todoroki purposefully licks over that same spot and Katuski jerks the key hard in response. The snap of the lock is obnoxiously loud in the silent one AM corridor. 

“I knew it, you sneaky fuck,” Katsuki hisses quietly, so as not to wake any neighbors. Todoroki’s only response is a knowing, dark chuckle and a sloppy kiss where his tongue had just been.  

Katsuki pushes them through the door and locks up behind them as quickly as he can with Todoroki still kissing up his neck and humming low in his throat in a way that is making it increasingly hard to focus. 

“Stop that!” Katsuki snaps as he struggles to get both of their shoes off with just his feet being available. He eventually manages to make it happen and gets them to the kitchen to set down all the bags when Todoroki nips that godforsaken spot again with just the right amount of teeth.  

Katsuki resolutely ignores the spike of heat that runs down his body and forcefully sits Todoroki down on one his stools with a firm, “No.” They glare at one another in the dark kitchen, the only light coming in from the moon through the windows. Todoroki with a petulant pout pulling down his lips and Katsuki with his arms crossed and face serious. 

“Why not?” Todoroki demands. He leans too far over on one side of the stool and Katsuki has to move to catch him before he falls. 

“Because you’re fucking injured, dumbass,” Katsuki huffs out in irritation as he forces Todoroki to keep lean on the counter so he can balance himself properly. The idiot had apparently managed to get his left arm and clavicle broken and several ribs bruised during his latest take down. He’s still unnecessarily attractive but he looks a bit worse for wear with his arm in a sling and shiner that really covers most of half his face rather than just an eye. The capture made national news and it might’ve helped Todoroki finally break into the top five, but with the amount of time off he’ll need to heal Katsuki’s wondering if it was even worth it. 

“We’ve done it while injured before,” Todoroki counters because even banged up and half asleep he still has the energy to argue with Katsuki, having to raise his voice a bit as Katsuki starts rummaging through bags to find dinner. He finds the soba and chopsticks in the takeout bag from the little hole in the wall they’d come across on some ungodly night shift a few years back. It’s Todoroki’s favorite and his eyes bug wide when he sees it laid out before him. Katsuki rolls his. 

Todoroki had been with Katsuki when they’d gotten it, but he was so out of it he was practically passed out in their unassigned assigned booth in the back corner while Katsuki had watched over him from the pick-up counter, fondly exasperated. Which just further proves his point. 

“Yeah, well we’ve never done it while one of us is hopped up on—” he picks up the pharmacy bag and reads the label on the bottle of pills he’d picked up, “—Oxy, so drop it, alright?” 

While it's not a bold-faced lie it certainly isn’t the whole truth. They’ve definitely been more banged up than this and way more intoxicated and still fucked around, but Katsuki’s not worried about sex right now. Which he’s sure Todoroki is finding difficulty understanding since that’s what their whole arrangement has been centered around up to this point, but Katsuki’s trying to fix that. 

Katsuki looks back up for a reaction only to find that Todoroki’s attention is elsewhere. He watches him struggle and fail repeatedly to separate the cheap, wooden chopsticks with his usable hand and his teeth. Katsuki sighs and gingerly takes the utensils from him, separates them with a satisfying snap, and gathers a clump of noodles up to bring to Todoroki’s face. He takes the bite and lets out a relieved sigh before meeting Katsuki’s eye. He looked wary and a little irritated all of a sudden. 

“If you don’t want to sleep with me anymore you can just say that.”  

***

They’ve been doing the fuck buddies thing for years. Since before graduation. And that’s been...four, maybe five years now? And Todoroki has stayed consistent throughout all of that time.  

Always checking in with Katsuki before trying anything new, discussing his intentions and why he thinks Katsuki would like it. Supplying clinic papers to prove a clean bill of health anytime they were away from each other for extended periods of time, since they weren’t exclusive. Never attempts any forceful actions disguised as playful pleas if Katsuki says no, like some of the other assholes he’s had the misfortune of fucking around with.  

Todoroki is solid. And Katsuki expects nothing less than what he himself would also provide. So, they work. They’ve got a mutual understanding of non-exclusivity and total respect and it all works. 

Except Katsuki has been away for his longest stint since this whole arrangement started...and he hasn’t been with anyone else.  

No quick romps with a random stranger, no clumsy hand jobs in the back of a bar, not even a lousy drunk make out session with some faceless extra that for whatever reason always included way too much tongue. 

Nothing.  

Six months he’s been overseas on assignment, and he hasn’t so much as looked at another person since he’d left Todoroki’s bed the morning he was shipped off.  

He hadn’t even noticed at first. It took about two months to get settled into everything, uprooting your whole life requires an adjustment period. But eventually he built up another routine. Wake up, work out, kick ass, repeat. And as most heroes do, he’d begun to get burnt out. Which for Katsuki leads to excessive irritability and an affinity to cuss out anyone who has the misfortune of stumbling into his line of sight. After about a week of being a total nightmare one of his colleagues begs him to go get laid so everyone can relax. 

Katsuki didn’t even have a rebuttal because he’d stopped dead in his tracks. When was the last time he’d gotten laid? He’d stood in the middle of the hallway doing mental math when another colleague with the most irritating mind reading Quirk whistled from off in the distance.  

“That long, huh?” she screamed across the office. Then just to piss Katsuki off further she tacked on, “Pretty little thing. Are those eyes fucking for real?” 

“Get. Fucked!” 

“That’s all we want for you, babe!” 

The fallout of that whole scene had been interesting. Not the property damage bill or the write-up had, those had been expected, Katsuki had reacted out of anger before and would likely do it again. But the way Todoroki was constantly on his mind from that moment forward. It all started there and proved to be an issue that got more and more frustrating by the day. 

Because that’s not how this usually went. They’d be apart for a week or two, maybe longer for work if they needed to be and Katsuki didn’t think about Todoroki again until he needed to blow off some steam that the gym or roughing up villains wasn’t taking care of. There was no need to think about him otherwise. They weren’t friends, per se. They ran in the same circles occasionally, but that was natural given they’d all been classmates. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Yet there he was, in a foreign country with plenty of new things to do, sights to see, and people throwing themselves at him—plagued with thoughts of Todoroki everywhere he went. Didn’t even matter the context. 

Raunchy? 

He’d be dressed up and in the middle of some high-end work event and be reminded of all the times Todoroki would get stupid horny for Katuski in a suit. How Todoroki used to eye fuck him from across grand ballrooms and snatch him away from sponsors and donors alike to whisper filthy things in his ear as he dragged him into some hall closet, groped Katuski over expensive material and then would sink to his knees and stay there until Katuski was an absolute wreck.  

Or maybe he’d be out at some bar with coworkers and the same beer he’d drink in Japan would be placed in front of him and it would transport him back in time to the dive spot where he and Todoroki would have competitions to see who could chug down more, faster. Todoroki would turn into a giggly, blushy mess and Katsuki took great pride in taking him back to his place to get that blush to travel down the whole length of that long, gorgeous body and to get those giggles to taper off into breathy moans, praises, pleas. 

Mundane? 

He'd be walking down a grocery aisle and randomly catch himself holding some overly sugary strawberry confection wondering if it was something Todoroki would like.  

Or maybe he’d see a stray cat in the alleyway on his way to work and remember how Todoroki would keep treats stocked in his first aid kit to toss out whenever he had the chance.  

Or he might have noticed his drink sweating on the coffee table and would be reminded of how he’d always have to yell at Todoroki to use a goddamn coaster.  

Stupid? 

He’d be sitting on some rooftop on break and be watching the clouds and be brought back to all the times he and Todoroki had been in the exact same situation during patrol and how he’d be forced into trying to see all the inane things Todoroki would find in them—Ooh there! A dragon! No wait, a peacock! They can’t fly right? Or is that a parrot? Huh? Pinguins? You’re sure?   

Or he’d be flipping through channels at night and seeing one of Todoroki’s cheesy American classics on and not being able to help but laugh at the memory of Todoroki mimicking the English catchphrases with the straightest face and the worst fucking accent. 

It didn’t matter what he was doing, the idiot was never not on his mind. 

“You love him,” Psy-Chick, fittingly idiotic name for the idiotic mind reader, eventually butted back into Katuski’s business with her unsolicited opinions a few weeks after the first incident. “People have this glittery aura around memories of loved ones. All your memories with that Cutie have it. Even the kinky sexcapade ones! Newsflash—he’s more than a fuck buddy, buddy.” 

Katuki had likely reached a personal record blush and decibel when he screeched at her to, “Stay the fuck out of my head!” 

“Call him! ” 

Katsuki was back at that shitty apartment with his phone in his hands that same night. He’d thought about it before. Thought about calling Todoroki. But that’s not what they did. They’d each taken assignments for a few months at a time and never once had they called each other. Texted, DM’d, nothing.  

Firstly, because they were both fucking terrible at it, but also because that’s not what this arrangement of theirs was ...Right?  

None of that stopped Katsuki’s thumb from hovering over Todoroki’s contact info for hours, though. He didn’t end up calling, but that was the beginning of him filtering through all his Todoroki memories and looking at them from a new point of view.  

She had been reaching with that word—love— but she was right about them being more than just fuck buddies, and Katsuki had already been ahead of her in that assessment. It had been becoming increasingly obvious with the longer he continued to go without hooking up and the more he wanted to see Todoroki’s face in person again.  

They had to be more because fuck buddies don't hold you when you cried after losing a civilian. Or squeeze you til your bones ache in the middle of the night to ease you through a night terror, keep you grounded in reality.  

They also don’t go to family dinner nights to cook with your older sister and keep in touch with her for delicious ass recipes. Or graciously say yes to your demon of a mother to shoot for her new line when a model gets sick.  

And they definitely—don’t look at you the way Todoroki had looked at Katsuki when he’d told him he’d be leaving for so long. 

The memory of Todoroki sitting up distractingly half naked in the bed they'd just been sharing, hair a pink riot, and expression devastated as he murmured a choked up “Oh” in response to Katsuki announcing he was leaving later that day for the next year had hit Katsuki square in the face one day and that was it. 

They’d been together, hadn’t they? And Katsuki had been a fucking idiot. Because when he’d really started thinking about it all, they’d been outside of the fuck buddy realm for a while at that point.  

Because when was the last time he’d gone on a trip and truly not thought of Todoroki—obviously not to this extent but he had, right? Brought back little souvenirs for him occasionally, remembered details to share with him he knew he’d like. They were friends, despite the lies Katsuki had been telling himself. Todoroki knew everything about him. Almost all their free time was spent together, and it was time Katuski enjoyed.  

And when was the last time he’d slept with anyone besides Todoroki? Clearly at least these past six months, but before that? It had to have been close to a year now. Had to have been around the time they started staying over at each other’s places after a couple rounds became the norm.  

Sleepovers were not originally in the plan, and neither were nights where Katsuki insisted on making him dinner with dessert, or slow kisses in the morning before one of them had to leave for their shift... 

Fuck, maybe he did love Todoroki. 

Katuski had cut his contract short by six months and was on the first flight back to Tokyo a week after this revelation. 

Fifteen hours in the sky had allowed a lot of time for Katsuki to begin to lose his nerve, though. What if Todoroki didn’t feel the same? Or worse, what if he had and Katsuki up and leaving ruined his chance at having him? What if he hates him now? They haven’t talked in almost a year. What if he found someone else? 

Touching down and having his first call to the fucker go straight to voicemail put Katsuki into a bit of a spiral. Which was very obvious considering he was calling Deku of all people within the next minute and demanding to know where Todoroki was.  

True to Deku’s fashion he went into a five-minute explanation without so much as a breath between sentences for something that could have been articulated in just one. Todoroki was in the hospital, and he was about to be discharged. 

Katsuki reigned in his annoyance to calmly state, “I’m getting him.” He hadn’t left any room for discussion and was already on the move to get a cab. 

“Huh? Are you back in town? Why didn’t you say anything?! We all could’ve gotten you from the airport!”  

“Like I want to see all you goofy idiots as soon as I get off of a half day flight, fuck off.” He was about to just hang up but had one last question before he could. 

“Has he—did he—Ugh, fuck. Did I...come up at all?” 

Deku sounded way too pleased with himself for Katsuki’s taste when he answered, “He’ll be really happy to see you, Kacchan.” But Katsuki figured that’s all he was really hoping to hear, so he did hang up after that feeling just a bit lighter. 

Having to sit in the waiting room and glare down anyone who dared to think they recognized him had worn on Katsuki’s patience. He’d flown halfway across the globe to see the guy he just realized he was in love with, and it was being held up by fucking paperwork . He’d been one more minute to setting something on fire when he heard his voice coming down the hallway. It was slurred, heavy with medication, but it was undoubtedly Todoroki’s and Katsuki shot up immediately.  

“Mm—Midoriya Izuku. He should be here...” 

Katsuki had just gotten to the desk when he heard the nurse ruffling through papers trying to find the contact sheet. Todoroki was right there . Same long limbs and stupid hair and pretty face. He was leaning heavily against the desk and squinting at the papers as well, like he could possibly be able to read anything in his current state. Katsuki had his mouth open to announce that he’d be the one taking him, but the nurse beat him to it. 

“Ah, actually, I have your pickup down as Bakugou Katsuki?” 

Todoroki’s whole demeanor had changed in an instant. His eyes were still foggy, but they’d snapped up and were tracking every face around him, looking for him. Katsuki held his breath for what felt like forever before Todoroki clocked his face, moved on, eyes widened and went right back to meet Katsuki’s.  

“Bakugou.”  

Everything stopped.  

Then Todoroki’s face had broken out into a smile so big his eyes squinted with it and Katsuki was suddenly dizzy with how every bit of dopamine he possessed was lighting up his brain. He let out a relieved sigh. 

“Hey, Halfie.” 

***

If you don’t want to sleep with me anymore you can just say that.  

What an absolute idiot Katsuki has managed to fall for. Was it not obvious that he was radiating anxiety? That he’d left an opportunity people would kill for to come back here with some half-baked plan for getting them together? That he’d taken over Katsuki’s every waking thought for the past half year ?  

Of course he wants to sleep with him, but he also wants him to know that he wants him for more than just what they’d previously been doing. It wasn’t just about the sex anymore, not for Katsuki. And he wanted to know if the same was true for Todoroki, God damn it. 

His initial reaction is to ask Todoroki if he’s genuinely stupid, but he decides that’s not the best way to woo someone you’re interested in, so he decides to shift tactics. He waves another clump of noodles in Todoroki’s face and he takes the bite, if a bit reluctantly. 

“That’s not what I’m saying,” Katsuki reassures with a heavy sigh. “I just...we need to have a conversation first.” 

Todoroki’s side eyes him for a few moments as he chews. Katsuki almost tells him not to hurt himself because it looks like he’s thinking a little too hard. He should’ve figured the most asinine shit was about to come out of his mouth. 

“You’ve gotten someone pregnant and are having an illegitimate child, aren’t you?” 

Katuski gawks at him. 

“HAH?”  

“You’re moving back there permanently to take care of it and—” 

“What is with you and thinking everyone has a secret love child!” 

“So, you were there that day!”  

“N—don’t change the subject. I haven’t been with anyone else since I left!” 

“Ok, and?” Todoroki says blandly, now that he’s gotten his answer on the fucking kid question, he seems less interested in Katsuki’s reasoning for not jumping straight into bed with him. 

“And? And, ” Katsuki grits out as he tries to keep a grip on what’s left of his rapidly depleting patience, “I don’t want to sleep with anyone if it's not you, you idiot!” 

Todoroki narrows his eyes at him and just stares. Katsuki can see the gears turning like he’s really trying to figure out what Katsuki is getting at, but he’s still too out of it to fully get there. His eyes are still glassy, and he looks ready to drop. 

“Fucking—never mind. I told you I wasn’t trying to do any of this while you’re high,” he grumbles out, a bit deflated. They drop all conversation as he helps Todoroki finish off the soba, taking turns taking bites until the container is empty. He cleans up a bit afterwards and Todoroki simply watches. All the silence is getting increasingly awkward, and Katsuki can’t actually tell if Todoroki is pissed or not. He sits back down next to Todoroki with a glass of water and a few more pills for him to take now that he has some food in him. 

Katsuki watches him throw his head back and he contemplates what to say next. He figures he needs to at least help get Todoroki to bed. He can offer to leave after that if he continues to get this lukewarm response to being in Todoroki’s space. 

“’m tired,” Todoroki yawns wide and moves to stretch, winces when he pulls too far. “’Hurts.” 

Katsuki sighs. “I know, the pills will kick in soon. Let’s get you ready for bed.” 

They do the awkward shuffle from earlier through the tiny apartment and work through the various stages of Todoroki’s nightly routine. Getting clothes off and pajamas onto a man that was taller, and lankier than Katuski, who also couldn’t keep his balance and had a plethora of injuries to be cautious of proved to be the most difficult thing Katuski has had to accomplish in a while. But they managed, with a lot of cursing on Katsuki’s part and more giggling than necessary on Todoroki’s. 

A half hour later found them in the bathroom with Todoroki up on the counter and Katsuki in between his legs, finishing up rubbing moisturizer into Todoroki’s face. The clown is overly happy to be wearing some fuzzy headband monstrosity with bear ears on it made to keep his hair out of his face. Apparently, it had been gifted to him by Mina (shocker) while he’d been gone, and Todoroki insisted it needed to be worn. Katsuki obliged, because why the hell not. 

Honestly, Katsuki figured they would've skipped the extensive skincare routine just for tonight, but Todoroki threw back all the stats Katsuki had given him when he first introduced Todoroki to the idea and well, how could he argue? 

“Tell me if this hurts,” Katsuki instructs again. He’d started off rubbing the face wash in too hard and had pushed too deep into the bruise covering a good majority of half his face. He’s been tweaking the pressure he applies with every step since. 

“Mmm, feels good,” Todoroki sighs and lets his eyes close, lets more of his weight lean into Katsuki. 

Katsuki smiles to himself a little as he continues with circular motions to work all the product in. His thumb keeps finding its way back up to Todoroki’s scar and soon he’s not doing anything but just stroking the spot where the texture changes. Where his finger goes from dragging over skin to gliding over where the scar had smoothed out after so many years. 

Katuski can still remember a time when Todoroki would flinch anytime someone so much as mentioned it, let alone tried to touch it. And here he was, basically asleep in Katsuki’s hands and letting him caress it.  

Todoroki trusted Katsuki, that much was obvious. But Katsuki had known that since second year when he’d been screaming in Todoroki’s face, as he regularly did back then, and demanding to know why he wasn’t taking him seriously.  

“You think I won’t do it, hah?! Don’t underesti—”  

“Hollow threats mean nothing to me when I’ve received enough real ones that people have actually followed through on, Bakugou.”  

Katuski had gone ballistic at the time, but he hadn’t seen the response for what it actually was. It's clear now he was talking about his father, his home life. Katsuki supposed some punk who was almost always more bark than bite compared to the number two hero bullying him at home had seemed easy to label as non-threatening. He’d come to trust that Bakugou wouldn’t actually hurt him physically pretty early on.  

But there are other ways to hurt people...and Katsuki might’ve broken a new kind of trust that had tentatively been growing between them before he’d up and left. He hopes not. He hopes the fact that Todoroki is still so comfortable around him means something. That the way he lit up at seeing Katsuki in that hospital had meant something .  

Katsuki's not even rubbing moisturizer in anymore, he’s just holding Todoroki’s face and thinking of all the things he should’ve done differently and what he can do to move things forward and how much he wants this, and— 

He kisses him. 

It's just a soft press of his lips against Todoroki’s mouth, but it smooths out some jagged piece that’s been lodged in Katsuki’s chest since he landed back in Japan. It feels right and he didn’t realize how much he needed it until this very moment. 

He leans back to see Todoroki looking at him with some unreadable expression. Katsuki's waiting to be punched in the face or to get some other injury he likely deserves. But Todoroki just leans even heavier into Katsuki, is all soft headband, soft hair, soft expression. He smiles up at him with that same dopey smile from the hospital, stares through him with those gorgeous ass eyes that are fucking for real and sleepily murmurs, “I really missed you.” 

Katsuki was sure in that moment that he was falling.  

He should know. He flings himself through the air every day for a living. Flying and falling over and over again. This feels like he’s been shot out of the sky and he’s plummeting fast, with no way to control the drop. His heart is about to beat out of his chest because they’re on a crash course landing into brand new territory and he can’t tell if he’s elated or terrified.  

Katsuki clears his throat to try and articulate something other than lovesick mush. No one would ever describe Katsuki as a jumpy mess, but that’s what Todoroki has reduced him to currently and now he’s struggling to find his footing. “Uh—Ok. Time for bed? I was going to stop by my place to get a few things, but I can—” 

“Do not,” Todoroki’s voice is suddenly stern, hard, has Katsuki’s heart rate ratcheting up again. “Leave me, again.” 

Katuski can’t lie, all the hot and cold back and forth is making him kind of nervous. Todoroki’s been all over the place tonight. And Katsuki could blame it on the pills, he’s sure they’re a part of it, but it probably has more to do with Katsuki showing up out of the blue after vanishing for months and he’s just trying to wrap his head around Katsuki being back . So, Katsuki will ride out this roller-coaster to the end and just try not to fuck everything up more than he likely already has. He swallows those nerves and nods mutely. 

“Stay.” Todoroki reiterates his point. It’s still firm but less of an order and more of a plea. Katsuki wants nothing more than to stay anyway so the only difficult part about managing to say ok is that he has to keep his voice from shaking. 

* 

Katsuki got maybe three hours of sleep before he woke up and it evaded him for the rest of the night. He didn’t mind so much when he got the opportunity to openly stare at Todoroki’s unfairly pretty face in different stages of sleep and watch different parts of it become illuminated or shadowed in various bits of light as the moon sank and the sun began to rise.  

Katuski tries to prepare himself for what he needs to say to Todoroki in that time he has alone, but those words seem to be evading him as well. He’s stuck between saying something cringey like I’m nothing without you and just straight up yelling in his face that they go together now. He’s slowly slipping further back into a general state of unease with every hour that passes and when vibrant orange begins overtaking the violet sky and Todoroki starts to stir Katsuki's still far from ready.  

Katsuki's heart does a little flip when their eyes meet across the space between their pillows, and he wonders if this annoying little reaction is going to be a forever thing. 

“Hey,” Todoroki murmurs. He’s looking at Katsuki like he still can’t quite believe that he’s here, like all of last night was some weird fever dream. Katsuki can understand the feeling. 

“Hey yourself,” Katsuki cautiously replies. Todoroki is coming into proper consciousness slowly and Katsuki can see him fighting through what emotion to express first. His face flits between confusion and anger a few different times before he decides to speak again. 

“You left.” 

Katsuki swallows hard. “...Yeah.” 

“You left the same day you told me you were leaving,” Todoroki huffs out a disbelieving laugh in frustration. “I didn’t even get a chance to—to—” 

“To what?” Katsuki asks mildly. 

Todoroki gives him a reproachful look but doesn’t finish his thought. He narrows his eyes at Katsuki. 

“Why are you back so early?” 

Katsuki chews the inside of his cheek and mulls over a response that won’t sound as desperate as he actually is. He doesn’t need to know Katsuki threatened to obliterate the entire state of California if they didn’t transfer him back to Japan immediately, right? 

 “I...realized something.” 

Irritation was evident on Todoroki’s face. He didn’t appreciate that Katsuki was being so vague, but he doesn’t cut in. He simply raises his eyebrows in impatient expectation for him to continue. 

Katsuki still doesn’t know what’s about to come out of his mouth, but he sits up so he can see all of Todoroki’s face regardless because whatever it is, it's going to amount to the summation of why he’s upended his life to make it back to this man.  

“You’re really fucking important to me, Shouto.”  

Katsuki's sure the shocked look on Shouto’s face is mirrored on his own. That was...actually better than all the ideas he’d come up with previously but fuck he didn’t leave himself any room to back out. That was an irrefutable statement. He’d said that with his whole chest and Shouto— Shouto was just gaping up at him in open wonder.  

That’s a good thing, right?  

When Shouto’s whole face spontaneously twists up to some goading, shit eating grin Katsuki’s chest seizes and he can't reign in his anger even if he wanted to. 

“What the fuck is funny, hah?” 

“You missed me so bad,” Shouto hisses it out like it’s a diss.“ I’m sure that’s embarrassing for you.” 

Katsuki shoves a hand on Shouto’s chest and the other in his face.  

“Fuck you. You wish I missed you, asshole.” 

“You wish I wished that you missed me.” 

“You, fuck—! You wish that I wished that you wis—” 

“Yeah,” Shouto cuts him off with a softer smile and a chuckle that rumbles in his chest and up through Katsuki’s splayed hand. “I do.” 

Katsuki can feel the blush spreading across his face at rapid speed and he snatches away from Shouto. He snags his hand back before he can get too far and laughs harder when Katsuki tries to struggle. His face is lit up and gorgeous and Katuski hardly ever gets to see him this happy about anything and it's pissing him off further that he’s not even that angry, just flustered. 

What the fuck was he doing ? He’s supposed to be expressing his feelings and he’s getting sucked into Shouto’s childish shit? 

“You’re so fuckin’ ridiculous. Can’t believe I came all the way back here for this shit,” Katuski grumbles as he lets Shouto man handle him into being on top of him. 

“You’re ridiculous! You just said I was important to you and then argued with me about missing me!”  

Katsuki retaliates to his solid logic by squeezing his legs that are now on both sides of Shouto’s torso. “Stop squirming,” Shouto hisses out through gritted teeth, and that’s when Katsuki remembers all the injuries.  

“What the hell are you doing, idiot! You’re still injured,” he’s yelling now and trying to dislodge himself from Shouto’s lap. Shouto holds him fast. 

“Stop squirming and maybe it wouldn’t be such an issue,” Shouto demands and glares at Katsuki until he settles down. “Forgot how bad you are at listening.” 

“Like you’re any better, Halfie,” Katsuki huffs as he tries to shift further back to avoid sitting on the majority of Shouto’s injuries. 

“Ah, Shoto for two minutes and already demoted back down to Halfie. What a shame.” Shouto feigns a dejected sigh. Katsuki continues to glare at him, and he just chuckles in response, gives Katsuki a smile that should not be as dashing as it is—ugh. Fuck this is so stupid. Shouto is so stupid. Making him feel all these big ass feelings and having the gall to laugh as Katsuki flounders through each tidal wave of them that crashes down whenever he looks at him like that.  

“If you’re so worried about me being injured,” Shouto says as he brings a big hand up to Katsuki’s jaw, cupping it and guiding him down to Shouto’s face, “Why don’t you come take care of me then?” The last of it is a deep rumble and Katsuki hates, hates that he’s not even trying to be smooth, but the deep morning voice and sleepy lidded eyes have him leaning in despite himself.  

Katsuki gives in, but he’s in charge of this kiss. It’s slow and filthy just the way Katsuki knows Shouto likes it in the morning. Firm, closed mouth kisses that gradually open with well-timed peeks of tongue until Katsuki's licking purposefully into his mouth every other time their faces push back together. Shouto is an excellent fucking kisser, but sometimes Katsuki likes to remind him that he taught him everything he knows.  

Katsuki pulls back when Shouto is panting for it. He smirks at the way Shouto groans and chases his lips when they part. Katsuki stares down at the mess he’s made of him in such a short period of time. His face is flushed up to his ears, lips are swollen and spit-slick, pupils fat and still trained on Katsuki’s mouth. Katsuki loves this look on him.  

Katsuki licks his lips and smiles when he notices Shouto does the same right after. “That good enough for you?” Katuski nips at his bottom lip when it pouts out a little bit in response. Shouto runs the hand that is on Katsuki's face up through his hair, down his side, and around to grab a firm handful of Katsuki ass. He doesn’t give an actual answer, just a very pointed roll of his hips to press the hard line of his cock up against Katuski. 

Katsuki starts to sweat because he’s beginning to realize his plan to not jump Shouto’s bones at the very first opportunity presented to him is failing fairly spectacularly if he’s currently sitting on Shouto’s growing erection.  

He works to get back on track and fakes a snort before stating, “One of your arms is literally in a sling.” It’s a weak argument, Katsuki knows, but he’s got so little to work with. 

Shouto pushes the tips of his fingers past the waistband of Katsuki’s borrowed shorts. “I only need one hand,” he assures, slips a sneaky finger over Katsuki’s hole and grins at the gasp it elicits. 

“What you need is to rest and take your medication, per doctor’s orders,” Katsuki continues to try and reason.  

Shouto rips his hands from Katsuki’s pants and grabs him by the front of his shirt. Katuski has to hurry to catch himself with his hands on either side of Shouto’s head. Shouto noses up the side of Katsuki’s face and there’s no room for any more discussion on his health when he says, “I actually just need you to be naked. That work for you?” 

Katsuki nods his head sharply several times and begins ripping himself out of his clothes. “Yup.” He’s been depraved for months, Shouto is being sexy as fuck, and Katuski isn’t strong enough for this shit, alright? 

He leans far to the side to rifle through the bedside drawer. “You got condoms?” He’s searching but all that’s in here is lube and a colorful array of toys. 

“Don’t need them.” 

Katsuki stops his rummaging to give Shouto an incredulous look.  

“...I haven’t been with anyone since you left either,” he explains. “Don’t need them.” 

Katsuki has to close his eyes and take several deep, centering breaths so he doesn’t pass out from all the blood rushing to his dick in an instant. Yeah. He’s about to fuck the shit out of this man. 

“H-hold on. So, you—” 

“You’re really fucking important to me, too,” Shouto echoes Katsuki’s sentiment from early and Katsuki’s eyes fly open. He said that so easily, like it was nothing and he’s looking at him like he hung the damn moon, and Katsuki just fucking can’t anymore, you know? There is no grace with the way he upends the bottle of lube onto Shouto's good hand. 

“Fucking—come on, let's go. Stupid, sexy motherfucker. Unbelievable—” Katsuki is muttering under his breath and in a daze as he moves Shouto’s hand between his legs. 

Prep is rushed and minimal, not that either of them cares. Shouto’s fingers do feel good, and he’s had years to perfect getting Katsuki to fall apart on them alone with just the right amount of pressure at just the right angle, but today is not one of those days. They’re both starving for more and before Katsuki is even comfortable with the second finger being in, he’s swatting Shouto’s hand away, lining up his cock and is slowly sinking down onto it. 

Shouto groans long and low, can’t look away from the spot where he’s disappearing into Katsuki, grips Katsuki’s hip so hard he knows it's going to bruise. Meanwhile Katuski is just trying to breathe through the stretch. He’s taken this dick more times than he can count, but it's been a minute, and it feels like a punch to the gut when he finally drops all the way to the hilt. 

“Don’t move, give me a second,” Katsuki instructs on a breathy exhale.  

Shouto is lightly panting under him, and Katsuki can feel him twitching to hold still, but he listens. He splays his good hand along Katsuki’s throat and squeezes lightly, slowly runs it down his chest to lightly tweak nipple jewelry. By the time it travels further down to Katsuki’s cock Katuski is working up a slow rhythm. Shouto palms him and licks his lips. 

“Missed this, too,” he says almost reverently. 

Katsuki watches as he runs his knuckles up the underside of it, and he squirms as each one catches on the row of piercings there. Shouto notices and grins, playfully lets a little of his Quirk loose and frosts over the visible bits of each barbell. Katuski squeezes hard around Shouto in response and they both groan.  

“S-Shit. Next time, yeah?” Katsuki chuckles breathlessly before it turns into another groan. “Fuck you feel good.” 

Shouto hums his approval and lets his hand fall to Katsuki’s ankle when Katsuki swats it away again so he can shift up off his knees to his feet to start moving in earnest.  

Katsuki loses himself on Shouto’s dick. It may have been a while for them but they’re still in sync and it shows with the way Shouto meets every drop of Katsuki's hips with a solid thrust up that makes Katsuki’s vision flicker.  

They’re both gradually speeding up, heaving breaths and moans growing louder, nails digging harder into whatever skin they could find purchase on that didn’t slip with sweat. Katsuki’s legs were shaking violently with the effort of working over Shouto’s cock and being thoroughly fucked at the same time.  

When Shouto notices him begin to slow down, he grunts a husky “C’mere ” and pulls the same move from earlier, dragging Katsuki down so he has to catch himself with his hands on either side of Shouto’s head. He falls back onto his knees to accommodate, and Shouto shifts him up a bit higher with his good arm banded around his waist like iron, shifts himself down, plants his feet into the mattress and starts drilling Katsuki faster than any pace they’d set previously. 

Katsuki shouts, scrambles to wrap his arms around Shouto's neck and lets himself get railed. Shouto shifts Katsuki a few more times before he finds the right angle and then Katsuki is effectively drooling onto his shoulder. 

“Right there. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don—oh shit.”  

Shouto continues to drill that spot and Katsuki is burning. Every nerve ending is on fire and he’s about to catch light. He wants Shouto's mouth on his now. 

“Kiss. Me,” he manages to rasp out on hiccupy breaths as each thrust continued to punch through him. 

Shouto doesn’t hesitate to turn his face to meet Katsuki’s lips with his own. It's hardly a kiss and more of a smear of mouths and shared pants, but it's enough. Katsuki can feel himself slipping over the edge. 

 “Gonna’ come for me, huh?” Shouto grunts, his lips moving against Katsuki’s, he bites them when all he gets is a garbled whine in reply. “Didn’t even have to touch you—fuck, you’re perfect. Always so fucking perfect for me—shit, Katsuki,” Shouto groans right before he bites down hard into that goddamn spot on Katsuki's neck and Katsuki is gone gone gone. 

“Oh, f-fuck! ”  

The next couple minutes Katsuki experiences through blurred vision and the deafening sound of his own heartbeat sloshing around in his ears. He can feel the push and pull of both their chests heaving against one another and can smell the heavy scent of sex rolling off of them. When he finally has the strength to move, he rolls off of Shouto and starfishes out on the other side of the bed. 

“Holy fucking shit,” he breathes. 

“Told you I missed you,” Shouto laughs. 

Katuski barks a crazed laugh. “Damn, miss me more often.” 

“Everything hurts,” Shouto informs. 

“You did it to yourself, stupid.” 

*

The rest of the day is spent lazing about the apartment. 

They bathe, nap, Katuski cooks, Shouto gets Katsuki up to speed with what he missed here while he was away. It’s domestic and cute and everything Katsuki would despise to see any other two people doing but finds a very foreign since of joy when getting to do it with Shouto.  

Katsuki brings up the love child shit Shouto pulled and surprise to no one he’s not even the least bit ashamed. 

“I’m gay,” Katuski emphasizes. “Where did this idea even come from?” 

“You had your moment with Camie if I remember correctly. It wasn’t completely baseless.” 

“That was one time! We were both drunk and hated it!” 

“Only takes one time to get someone pregnant,” he declares. Then proceeds to double down on his belief that Deku and All Might are related since they’re already on the topic and Katsuki regrets everything. 

They’re laid up on the couch as the sun is setting behind the skyscrapers and the living room is plunging into navies and violets when Shouto eventually asks what America was like and Katsuki regales him with the highlights. Psy-Chick comes up much to Katsuki’s irritation and he explains the ins and out of her Quirk to him. He’s quiet for a moment before he asks, “So how did she know Japanese?” 

“...she didn’t?” 

Shouto pulls a face. “You think in Japanese? And she could understand your thoughts?” He attempts to clarify. 

Katsuki blinks a few times and re-evaluates every encounter with her. It’s true, he was always thinking in Japanese around her. “Why have I never thought of this?” Katsuki wonders aloud. He’s truly stupefied by his own negligence. 

Shouto shrugs. “I’m smarter than you.” 

Katsuki doesn’t dignify that with a response. “Whatever. Her Quirk was worthless anyway, it only works if she already knows the person. Completely ruins anything good it could do unless she becomes besties with every villain she needs to take down.” 

“I don’t know, I think it's cool. I’d certainly like to know what goes on in your head sometimes,” Shouto says offhandedly as he scrolls through his phone. 

Katsuki looks up from his and realizes he still never made it abundantly clear what his intentions are with Shouto after getting caught up in the moment.  

He throws his phone on the coffee table, plucks Shouto’s out of his hands and does the same despite his protest that he was watching something. 

“What do you want to know?” 

Shouto narrows his eyes. 

“You want me?” 

Katsuki swallows hard and squirms in his seat, but still nods an affirmative. He does. 

“You’re mine?” 

Katsuki feels a spike of something molten and golden explode and wreak havoc through his chest.  

“Yeah,” he croaks out. 

Shouto moves to Katsuki’s side of the couch and kisses him stupid before he simply says, “Ok, then,” and moves to the kitchen.  

“What do you want for dinner?” 

Katsuki watches him rummage around through the pantry and tries to figure out how Shouto can make everything out to be so fucking easy. Katsuki had spent the last few months stressing over how to make this work and Shouto asks two questions and they’re here? Insanity. 

He sighs and makes his way to the kitchen, too, to remind his boyfriend that he’s injured  and completely shit at cooking. They end up bickering, then kissing, then fucking on the counter. Which is to say nothing of importance has really changed at all, but at least now Katsuki has another glittery memory to add to his list of Shouto sexcapaes.