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They were definitely going to get caught.
It wasn’t like it was the first time they’d done this, but it was the first time they’d done this with the entirety of 2A in the dorm at the same time. Granted, they usually knew better than to enter his boyfriend's room without permission, but if there’s one thing he’s learned about class A over his years at UA it’s that you can never predict what kind of fuckery they’re going to do next.
It would only be too easy for them to throw Katsuki’s door open and catch them red-handed despite the fact that they had both double-checked that it was locked. Aizawa could decide to do a surprise dorm inspection, within his rights even if he had never done one before, but he always threw weird shit like that at his students. Hitoshi would know; he usually got the brunt of Aizawa’s sadistic moods when his hero students had been winding him up all day and he had training with Hitoshi afterward. His own homeroom teacher might decide to do a bed check only to find him most definitely not in bed.
But it had been a rough day, a rough week for the both of them, and they were both in dire need of boyfriend cuddles. At least he had the advantage of nighttime to hide his trek to the 2A dorms, with the aid of a dark hoodie and a dyed-black capture scarf to keep him unnoticed as he flicked a strand up to wrap around the railings of his boyfriend's balcony, making it to his goal with a few quiet kicks off the wall. Katsuki assured him that most of the class was in the commons for a movie night, and he was definitely the only one left on his floor, so at least they wouldn’t have to worry about that.
Not that he was ever very loud to begin with. Perks of a shitty past and stealth training.
He didn’t bother knocking, just letting himself inside with a routine familiarity and leaving his boots lined near the door. Katsuki was hunched over his desk when he came in, gripping his pencil tight enough to break it and glaring down at what looked like a math sheet. The only light on was his desk lamp but he didn’t need any light at all to find his way to Katsuki’s bed. He had the path memorized by now. He could walk it in his sleep.
A few more scratches from the pencil and then Katsuki sighed, rolling his (frankly massive) shoulders and shoving his work away. He rubbed his eyes roughly and stood, Hitoshi watching it all as he wiggled under his boyfriend’s covers and curled into a loose ball, pulling them up to his chin for an inhale. Smoke and caramel. If he could bottle the scent he’d spray it on everything he owned.
Katsuki let out a few quiet grumbles, no doubt planning his day tomorrow under his breath like he usually did when he was tired. It was a habit that he never bothered to point out for fear of making Katsuki insecure about his idiosyncrasies, especially since the muttering was much more familiar to Midoriya’s than he’d ever want to admit. They had grown up together though, and by now Hitoshi knew the whole sordid story of it. You can’t spend your entire life around someone without picking up things from them, he supposes.
The desk lamp was switched off, and after a few shuffles through a desk drawer the LEDs wrapping around his ceiling clicked on, coating everything in a soft blue glow. It wasn’t long until Katsuki burrowed under the covers, dragging Hitoshi closer until his head rested over Katsuki’s heart, with his boyfriend taking his preferred spot of wrapping the taller boy in his arms and shoving his face in his hair. This was probably about the only time Hitoshi resented his height. It made it difficult to be the little spoon like he wanted.
He supposes they could do it the other way around, the easier way, but they would much rather stay like this, no matter how Hitoshi had to curl his legs up to fit. Hitoshi wanted to feel protected and Katsuki wanted to protect. That seemed to be a theme in their relationship and neither of them had a problem with it.
Once they were settled together they both let out twin sighs, releasing all the tension and negative emotions that they had accrued during the day. They really needed to find more time for cuddling. The benefits outweighed all the risks of him being here.
“Missed you.” It slipped out before he could stop it, and he could attempt to blame it on the three hours of sleep he had or the calculus test that fried his brain today but he knew deep down that he said it because there was no one else he was more comfortable with in the world.
“Hm.” Katsuki sighed into his hair, a broad hand fitting around Hitoshi’s hip bone and making him feel small in the best way. “Missed you too, baby.”
He’s half-sure Katsuki threw the endearment in just to feel the way he shuddered on top of him but he couldn’t help it. If you had told him that Bakugou Katsuki had a proclivity for pet names the day before said human bomb shoved him against the gym lockers and kissed him, he would’ve laughed in your face.
Now, he wasn’t sure he could go a day without Katsuki calling him something sweet. One of the many privileges of dating the blond, he had come to find out over the last six months. Hitoshi got a good morning text every day when Katsuki woke up (which was always at an ungodly hour and it was quite a bit before he could return it) and he regularly made him bentos for lunch since pretty much the only thing he could cook himself was packaged ramen. His scholarship covered food from Lunch Rush, he had made sure Katsuki was aware, but apparently it was the principle of the thing.
And then there were the cuddles, of course. Not that they didn’t get up to more intimate things, not by a long shot, but the both of them were dangerously touch starved for much more similar reasons than they thought at first. No one had wanted to go near Hitoshi growing up, let alone touch him for fear of being brainwashed, and much the same was true for Katsuki once everyone saw how often sparks would fall from his palms. No one wanted to be in the blast zone, never mind the fact that the only reason he did that was to burn off excess nitroglycerin to keep himself from blowing up half the school if it was allowed to build up.
So once the two of them got past that first awkward stage in their relationship where they didn’t know what to do with each other, it was only too easy to soak up physical affection whenever they had the chance. Maybe it was for the best that they were keeping their relationship private for the moment; he was sure that everyone would quickly grow tired of them being attached to each other like barnacles whenever they were in the same room.
They didn’t need to worry about that right now though, tucked away behind Katsuki’s locked door and hidden from everyone else and their unsavory opinions. Keeping their relationship secret was one of the things they always agreed on from the start. They knew what people said about them separately; the last thing they wanted to deal with was seeing what they would say about them together.
Besides, they both like it better this way.
Katsuki’s breath had evened out but he knew he wasn’t asleep, just in one of his rare relaxed moods that he only ever seemed to have around Hitoshi. The only person he could let all his walls down around. The same was true for him too, and he couldn’t stop himself from dozing as he was cradled against Katsuki’s pecs. He slung a leg up and over the blond’s waist, having an errant thought to how easy it would be to slide into his lap and kick things up a notch, but ultimately deciding he was too tired to fuck around tonight.
Just this, laying in his boyfriend's arms and breathing with him, was enough.
He didn’t know how much time had passed before their tranquility was interrupted by someone banging on the door. Hitoshi jumped, never one to deal well with sudden loud noises, and let out a startled whine that he would blame entirely on his half-asleep state later on. Katsuki shushed him even as he felt the tension bleed back into his muscles, rubbing down Hitoshi’s back even as his face curled in a snarl.
“What?!” He barked, making sure to give Hitoshi plenty of time on the inhale so he wouldn’t be startled again. He just curled himself further into his boyfriend’s warm body, fisting a hand in his shirt and locking a leg around his waist as if to physically keep him from leaving their little slice of peace.
“Bakubro, come on! We’re watching that new trilogy you said you wanted to see! You said you’d watch it with us, man!” That must be the redhead, Kirishima. The only one who got away with calling him ‘Bakubro’ on a daily basis.
“Yeah, c’mon Kacchan! It’s Friday night, live a little!” And that was Kaminari, without a doubt.
“Fuck off, I told you I’m busy tonight!” Katsuki called back, hand moving down from Hitoshi’s hip to grip his thigh as if he was protecting him from the voices behind the door.
The doorknob rattled again and Hitoshi held his breath, waiting to see if they would tempt Katsuki’s temper in hopes to bring him downstairs. An idiotic plan, but not something he’d put past them.
Eventually the rattling stopped, with the two of them letting out sighs of relief while Kirishima and Kaminari let out groans of defeat. They listened intently as footsteps retreated down the hall, not daring to speak until they heard the distant ding of the elevator doors closing.
Katsuki scoffed. “Nosy bastards.” He hooked his arm around Hitoshi’s waist, tugging him until he was on his back and Katsuki was lying fully on top of him, pinning him to the mattress with his weight. Hitoshi went limp, long used to his boyfriend moving and positioning him to his liking during cuddles. He grabbed Hitoshi’s thighs and hitched them around his own waist, dragging one of Hitoshi’s hands to his back while placing the other one in his hair.
Hitoshi obediently started scratching, fighting back a smile at the way Katsuki melted on top of him, holding him down like the warmest weighted blanket, and wrapped his arms snug around Hitoshi’s middle.
All in all, it probably could’ve gone worse.
~
"The shit sucks."
Hitoshi snorted so hard that he half-inhaled and started choking on his drink, making Katsuki lean over to pound on his back with an ugly laugh. He might've been more embarrassed at his display if he didn't know that Katsuki already had his ring size memorized.
"It fucking does. You've taken like two sips from yours when usually you'd be throwing it back like you've been stuck in the desert." He continued, swirling around his own green monstrosity of a smoothie with a disgusted look on his face. He hadn't quite got his breath back to agree verbally but he knew his boyfriend was right.
They were one of their rare Outside Dates, as they'd come to call them, where they actually ventured out of UA's campus to spend time together. They didn't do this sort of thing often, probably once a month at most. Between finding a day that they were both free, getting permission to go off campus, dredging up excuses as to where they'd be all day, and putting in the travel time to go far away enough that they wouldn't be recognized by an errant classmate, it was honestly more trouble than it was worth most of the time.
Still, there was something nice about getting to walk around like a normal couple without having to look over their shoulders all the time. They could hold hands as they lazily browsed through the mall, picking up a few things here and there and not needing to be anything more than another teenage couple. They drifted from the bookstore to the sports store to the hero merch store (a given when he was out with Katsuki, although he admitted to buying a novelty Miruko hoodie with bunny ears on the hood because he saw how Katsuki was looking between it and Hitoshi) until they finally ended up at a new smoothie place, boasting drinks that were both tasty and healthy. Katsuki was only too happy to have Hitoshi drink something other than coffee and practically dragged them in.
But unfortunately, the drinks sucked major ass.
“Yeah, this was a bust. Starbucks?” He said when he finally cleared his throat. Katsuki grunted in agreement, and he only felt a bit of regret for wasting food when they threw their mostly-full cups in the trash. Not too much though. If he had to take another sip of that mango-spinach monstrosity he’d probably throw up.
Starbuck was on the other side of the food court so they looped their arms together and started making their way over, the few bags that had accrued all tucked into Katsuki’s elbow. Who would’ve thought Bakugou ‘Die, extras!’ Katsuki was such a cliche romantic? Even if they were public with their relationship he doubted anyone would believe him if he spilled all the cheesy things Katuski did for him.
Not that he ever would. All those little moments were for him and him alone.
Hitoshi could practically taste that frappucino goodness on his tongue as they got closer and closer. Maybe they could go ahead and get lunch while they were here too? Their sandwiches weren’t that bad if he was remembering right.
They were just about to walk inside when Katsuki suddenly lurched to a stop, dragging Hitoshi back with him a step since their arms were still tightly intertwined. “Wha-” He couldn’t even get the question out before his boyfriend was pulling him backward, away from the coffee-goodness that awaited and into a nearby stationery store. “What’s wrong?” He managed to whisper when they were tucked into an aisle. Katsuki didn’t answer at first, peeking around a shelf and out the glass wall that looked onto the food court, before he grunted and pointed toward the Starbucks they had just vacated.
Hitoshi plastered himself to Katsuki’s back, parking his chin on top of a head of blonde hair and looking with him. A girl with pink skin and horns skipped out with a coffee in her hand, shortly followed by a floating set of clothes and shopping bags. He knew they were in class A but he couldn’t remember their actual names for the life of him. The only thing that popped into his head were his boyfriend’s nicknames-
“Raccoon Eyes and Invisibitch. The hell are they doing all the way out here anyway? There are malls closer to campus.” Katsuki grumbled but he knew he wasn’t all that upset. It seemed like they were heading towards the parking lot anyway, so at least their presence wouldn’t interrupt the rest of their date.
“Good thing you saw them in time.” He muttered, pressing his forehead into Katsuki’s hair and trying to inhale as subtly as he could. Katsuki’s shampoo smelled like gingerbread and he absolutely refused to tell Hitoshi what kind it was, for some reason, so he had to content himself with stolen sniffs for now.
"Tch. Yeah. Last thing I wanna deal with right now is incessant questions. Plus if those two saw us together then half the school would know by dinner." He scoffed, leaning back into Hitoshi for a moment before pulling away, grabbing his hand to lead him back out and towards Starbucks again.
"At least get tea this time, idiot. You're gonna get dehydrated."
"Coffee is liquid-"
"It's not the same-"
~
insomnicat, 4:35
can't train today babe. aizawa's taking me off campus for parkour. tomorrow?
Katsuki sucked his teeth in disappointment but sent his boyfriend back an affirmative anyway. Hitoshi was the only other person who could really keep up with him in training besides Shitty Hair, and he had been out on a date with Sparky and Pinky all day. Looks like he was flying solo tonight.
Whatever.
He'd never admit under pain of death that he was more upset at not getting to see Hitoshi rather than missing a chance at sparring.
Still, he couldn't afford to slack off just because of that, so he made his way to the gym they normally used with little fanfare. It was smaller than the rest of the gyms at U.A, obviously a little older too, but most importantly it was the farthest gym from the dorms, with no chance of anyone walking on them when they were working out together. Hitoshi wouldn't be with him today but he still didn't feel like chatting with any of his idiot classmates when he had work to do.
The walk there was peaceful, at least, until he came across some random students that he didn't recognize exiting one of the buildings on his way. He didn't bother breaking stride, knowing that the look on his face was more than enough of a deterrent to keep them from talking to him, but he couldn't help overhearing their conversation as he passed them by.
"Yeah, I heard he's trying to get into the hero course. Can you imagine? A hero with a quirk like that?"
His steps faltered, something heavy and ugly settling in his stomach. Just keep walking. He told himself. They're probably not-
"Brainwashing, I know. I doubt he'd ever make anyone feel safe."
Or not.
His trainers made a scratching sound as they stopped abruptly in the gravel. The two girls didn't seem to notice, keeping up their leisurely pace as they continued to talk shit about the love of his life.
"I mean, how do we even know he's not...y'know...making it easier for himself to transfer?"
The rush of anger he felt almost knocked him off his goddamn feet. He felt his face twisting into that expression that made children cry and adults grimace. Those little shits, running their mouths like they have any idea what the fuck they're talking about.
He doubts they've ever said a word to his boyfriend, that they knew anything about him besides his quirk. They didn't know about the way he cried at cute cat videos and latched onto him like a heat-seeking missile whenever they cuddled. They didn't know about how he sometimes woke up with a silent scream, bad foster homes having trained him to keep quiet even when he was on the verge of a panic attack. How he catches spiders and releases them instead of squishing them because he said it makes him feel bad.
How he would never use his quirk on anyone unless he was protecting someone.
But these little fuckers didn't know any of that. They saw his quirk for the worst it could do and never bothered to look deeper, never bothered to adjust their opinion or even consider anything else.
Katsuki wanted to spin around and get right in their faces, spit and snarl and yell that they didn't have any idea what the fuck they were talking about, but it was only the memory of a conversation he and Hitoshi had when they first started dating that stopped him.
"There's always going to be people afraid of me, of what I could do. I'm used to it. Fighting back just makes them think they're right. It's better to just keep doing what I'm doing so I can prove them wrong someday."
It was only the thought of his boyfriend paying the price for his anger that kept him where he was, dragging in a few rough breaths in the way Hound Dog taught him to when his anger was overwhelming him. He could keep his cool. He was going to walk away and leave them to their ignorant opinions and go work out his frustrations on a punching bag.
"Yeah, I mean, if he ever saved me...I'd probably be more afraid of him than the villain."
Or not.
He sent gravel flying as he spun on his heel, all thoughts of composure leaving his mind when he heard his boyfriend and the word villain in the same sentence. The girls were facing away from him right now, too wrapped up in their hatred to hear him rapidly closing the distance between them. Good. Let them be scared when they finally noticed him.
He was steps away, hand already reaching out to grab one of their shoulders and yank them around to face him when another voice called out in the distance.
"Hey, Bakubro!"
He stopped in his tracks, hand dropping back down to his side. The girls looked up and, after realizing it wasn't them that Kirishima was calling out for, went back to their conversation and kept walking, unaware of the metaphorical bullet they just dodged.
Katsuki stayed where he was, clenching and unclenching his fists as he tried to get a handle on his rage. It only took a few more jogging steps before Kirishima caught up with him, clad in workout gear and slapping a hand down onto his shoulder.
"Thought you were on a date." He said gruffly, trying to beat back his anger from affecting someone who didn't deserve it. Kirishima only grinned at him.
"We got back not long ago! Thought I'd see if I could catch you before you started working out since I kinda bailed on you." He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, and Katsuki reminded himself to be grateful for it later when he wasn't almost vibrating out of his skin.
"Good. I'm gonna kick your ass, Shitty Hair."
"You can try, bro!"
He dug his phone out of his pocket while Kirishima went off on his normal meaningless chatter, pulling up his last message thread.
boomboom, 4:47
come over tonight?
~
He’s pretty sure his thighs are going to give out soon but he ignored his screaming muscles, too wrapped up in the aching up-and-down. He had no idea how long they’d been at it by now, but he’s pretty sure there was still some daylight filtering through the curtains when they started that had since gone dark. Sweat dripped from his forehead and down his stomach, pooling in the space between Katsuki’s hands and his hip bones.
The echoing squelch of lube was only overshadowed by their intermingling moans, and if Hitoshi didn’t cum soon he was pretty sure he was going to lose his mind. Today was one of those rare weekend days when 2A had gone home to be with their families, leaving an empty dorm that the two of them were only too happy to take advantage of. Not that they didn’t fuck regardless of who was home but it was better when they had the place to themselves. They were both naturally loud in bed so it was nice to enjoy themselves without having to cover mouths or bite pillows.
He’s pretty sure his mouth hasn’t closed in the past five minutes, actually, making way for every filthy sound punched out of him by Katsuki’s fat cock.
He didn’t ride him often but it was always a delight. Their favored position was actually missionary, believe it or not, but every once in a while Hitoshi got the energy to be on top and his boyfriend always made it worth his while. The second his legs started to falter there were burning hands on his hips (hopefully literally; it always made him unspeakably horny to see red imprints of Katsuki’s hands wrapped around his waist) helping move him up and down on his cock when he didn’t have the strength to.
“‘Suki,” He whimpered, thighs quivering when Katsuki managed to zero in on his prostate and refused to let up on it. He only grinned back at him, baring his teeth in pleasure as he thrust up into Hitoshi’s willing body.
“I know, baby, I know.” Hitoshi clenched around him, an involuntary reaction to the pleasure zinging through his nerves, and he watched as Katsuki’s beautiful red eyes rolled back in his head, mouth falling open to pool drool in the corners.
“I c-can’t, ah, ah-” He cut off his desperate whines by biting his bottom lip, turning them to muffled whimpers as he bounced on the cock filling him up so good.
“Yes, you can. You can do it, baby, come on, c’mon-” His hands gripped tighter, heating up until that perfect burn was searing into his skin. “Cum for me gorgeous, no hands, you can do it baby-”
Katsuki grabbed him fully on his next rise, yanking his hips down at the same time he thrust his own up, and Hitoshi was so grateful that the dorm was empty because he screamed.
Turns out his arms gave out before his legs, leaving him to sprawl on his boyfriend's massive chest to just lay there and take it as Katsuki kept moving. He was pretty sure he was drooling in the dip between Katsuki’s pecs, body jostling with each snap of his boyfriend’s hips.
“Almost there baby, being so good f’me-” Katsuki sounded out of his mind, moving his hands to grip two handfuls of ass to keep Hitoshi in place. He didn’t have the energy to do anything other than moan as his boyfriend pounded him into oblivion.
He was there, right there and almost tipping over, when someone knocked on Katsuki’s door.
Immediately they both went silent, stuck with Katsuki’s dick still half in Hitoshi’s ass but both too scared to make any incriminating noises to move. Hitoshi, through the haze of his fuck-drunk mind, automatically assumed the worst. Aizawa was on the other side, having heard the obnoxious sounds of them having sex, and was about to walk in and catch them red-handed. He couldn’t imagine what the look on his mentor/pseudo-dad’s face would be when he found his personal student getting dicked down by one of his problem children.
“Bakugou? I heard a loud noise. Are you injured?”
They both let out silent sighs of relief at not hearing Aizawa’s unimpressed drawl from the other side of the door. He didn’t recognize the voice but Bakugou seemed to, taking a second to catch his breath before responding.
“I’m fucking fine, birdbrain. I, uh, dropped a textbook on my goddamn foot.” His voice still sounded a bit breathy and fucked out but it probably wouldn’t be noticeable through the door. Hitoshi trembled a bit, ever aware of the dick still in him now that the panic of being discovered by their teacher faded. A classmate wasn’t much better, but at least this classmate wouldn’t have a key to walk in on them.
There was silence for a minute, the person beyond the door not saying anything but not walking away either, until he couldn’t stop himself from canting his hips back with a quiet, needy whine, taking in the rest of Katsuki’s cock slowly. His boyfriend hissed, hands clamping back onto his hips but making no move to stop him. He buried his face in the blond’s neck and kept up his slow, silent movements, dragging Katsuki’s cock out of his hole and pushing it back in. They couldn’t afford to go any faster with someone literally feet away from them but he couldn’t sit still for a moment longer.
Sharp teeth dug into his shoulder to muffle Katsuki’s own moans, the near-silent creaking of the bed seeming loud as a gunshot in the stillness of the dorm room.
“Alright. I will return to my room. Please let me know if you are in need of any assistance.”
“Got it.” Katsuki groaned, hopefully being able to play it off as pain instead of pleasure if he was asked about it later. They listened as footsteps headed down the hall and the door to the stairway closed, and a few more seconds passed to let the distance grow before he was suddenly flipped on his back and Katsuki practically rammed back inside of him.
“Fuck!” He shrieked, digging one hand into the sheets by his head and the other in Katsuki’s back. The pace he set was relentless, shaking the bed much louder than before and forcing all manner of shameless whines and whimpers from him.
“Needy thing.” Katsuki growled, sinking his teeth back into the mark he left earlier. Hitoshi went limp, letting Katsuki use his hole like a sex toy until it grew, and grew, and grew, and then-
Nothing.
(“I can’t believe you passed out for an hour.”
“Dick was too good. You almost killed me.”)
~
“Alright, let’s take a break.”
He held back his sigh of relief, knowing Aizawa would only take it as a challenge to work him harder. It’s not that he wasn’t grateful for all the effort he was putting in to train him, and he knew that everything he made Hitoshi do would make him stronger and smarter in the long run, but he could be a sadisitic fucker when he wanted to be. If there was one thing Hitoshi had learned in his time being trained by Eraserhead, it was to expect the (brutal) unexpected.
Still, no matter how sore or exhausted their sessions left them, he couldn’t argue the results. He was leagues faster and stronger than he was in the beginning, and they had sparred so much that Hitoshi managed to pin Aizawa at least once every session. He didn’t have the level of grace and maneuverability with the capture scarf that Aizawa had, but it rarely ever failed him or left him fumbling nowadays. Aizawa had told him, more than once, that the only reason that he wasn’t already in the Hero Course at this point was that he was waiting for a seat to open.
(Or working to open it himself. He had overheard Aizawa’s muttered rants about the little grape pervert enough to know that he was working hard for an expulsion and only being stopped by blatant nepotism since Mineta’s uncle was on the school board.)
At this point it was just gathering evidence and waiting, but neither Hitoshi nor Aizawa were keen on ending their training sessions just because he had already been deemed good enough to transfer. There was always more to teach and more to learn.
That doesn’t mean he isn’t grateful for a break from his teacher thoroughly kicking his ass, though.
He staggered his way over to his bag on the bench, grateful for the air-conditioning in the gym they usually trained in. Sometimes they worked outside, in the fields near the forest or sometimes on the city rooftops for mobility training, but they had stuck with hand-to-hand today, something he had always thrown himself into since Aizawa first started training. Not only because of his mildly humiliating defeat in the Sports Festival last year but also because it brought a certain measure of relief to never be without a weapon. Before he started training, he only had his wit and his quirk (whenever he could stomach using it) to get himself out of sticky situations. Now he knew how to take a punch and give one, and he’d never have to go down without a fight.
He fished out his phone along with his water bottle, guzzling almost half before unlocking his screen. He heard the soft thump of Aizawa settling next to him on the bench and likely doing the same but ignored it in favor of checking his messages from the only person who ever really texted him.
boomboom, 4:45
if sparky fries the aircon again im getting arrested for aggravated assault
boomboom, 5:13
you left your laptop here last night, i charged it for you
boomboom, 6:00
we should head back to the mall soon. i need some new under armor
boomboom, 6:26
you coming over tonight babydoll?
boomboom, 6:30
been missing you
boomboom. 6:35
i know you’re training with caterpillar rn but you could use some motivation to move your ass over here once you're done, yeah?
boomboom, 6:36
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Now, Katsuki doesn't send nudes often. Not that he was sure this actually counted as a nude, since there technically wasn’t anything bad showing, but it was suggestive enough to have Hitoshi flushing up to his ears. He had kept his face out of the picture, a paranoid precaution that they both took even though they trusted each other, and he was still wearing a shirt and pants.
Well, his shirt hem was trapped between his teeth, rucked up far enough to see the full expanse of his abs and the lower globe of his pecs, with just a hint of dusky nipples hidden by the bottom of the fabric. He was wearing his usual comfy grey sweats that he wore whenever he was doing schoolwork or chilling in his room, but the waistband had been tugged down so much that he could see almost all of the coarse blond hair connected to his happy trail, and the barest impression of his-
“So that’s what’s gotten you so distracted today.”
He fully choked on the water he was sipping, pressing the power button on his phone so hard that it actually turned off immediately. He grappled to get his breath back as he whipped his head around. Aizawa was looking at him with entirely too much amusement in his normally blank eyes, lips curled into a slight smirk that might as well be a full mocking grin on anyone else.
“I-that wasn’t-” He sputtered, increasingly aware of how red his face, neck, and ears were. Why did he have to be so pale?
Aizawa just snorted at him. “Kid, I’ve been teaching teenagers for years, and I used to be one. I know exactly what that was.”
Oh, kill me.
He clamped his mouth shut, too humiliated by his teacher/parental figure seeing the shirtless pic that his boyfriend had sent him to bother saying anything else in his defense. He was even more thankful for Katsuki’s paranoia now, so Aizawa didn’t catch one of his own students sending an almost-nude to another of them.
The silence between them was slightly awkward for a moment before Aizawa sighed, settling a hand on top of Hitoshi’s head where it was angled toward the ground in embarrassment. “As long as you're safe and...happy, then do what you want, kid.”
Aizawa might not know who exactly Hitoshi was safe and happy with, but the approval sent something warm blooming in his stomach. He was able to muster an embarrassed smile in his mentor’s direction, receiving an entirely too-fond eye roll in return before he called them back to work.
~
He had done it.
After almost a year of working at it, he had finally made it into the Hero Course.
It only took a few weeks after their (embarrassing) training session for Aizawa to call Hitoshi out of his homeroom with the news. Mineta had finally taken it too far by installing cameras in the girl's dorm rooms and had gotten caught red-handed by Kaminari when he was returning the book Momo had lent him. He had dragged him, kicking and screaming, down to the common room to throw him at the mercy of the rest of the class.
Thank god Katsuki had been training with him at the time or he might’ve actually killed the little shit. He was furious enough when he got a call from Raccoon Eyes (Ashido, he now knew) as she was nearly in tears to explain what happened. He rushed back to the dorms to help hunt down all the cameras and exploded them after the police had gotten the proof off of the drives.
The weekend passed before he heard anything from Aizawa, only in the know from Katsuki smugly texting him about Mineta’s room being cleared out and the class throwing an impromptu party once they were rid of him. Satou had even made a cake that Katsuki snuck a piece of into Hitoshi’s bento. He was only able to quietly share in their joy (and relief, the poor girls) until Monday when his mentor pulled him out of 2-C with the closest thing he had ever seen to a grin, and he was halfway down the hall to Class A before he even realized what was happening.
The look on his boyfriend’s face when he walked in made it all worth it.
He was practically surrounded as soon as the lunch bell rang, with more than a few people pulling him to sit with them at lunch. He only caught a slightly amused glance from Katsuki before he was dragged into the cafeteria. The noise was overwhelming for a little bit, the main reason he usually ate outside, but eventually he was able to focus on his new classmates' attempts at conversation. He was out of practice, with his only social interaction being two people who weren’t very social themselves, but he was able to return the chatter and answer whatever questions they had.
They didn’t have Heroics that day (good thing too since his costume wasn’t finished yet) so they all rushed back to the dorm after class, eager to help Hitoshi unpack and move in. They threw another impromptu welcome party for him, and he was treated to his boyfriend’s amazing cooking as well as Satou’s delicious desserts (again, but he didn’t have to fake how good it tasted since it was just as good as the cake before).
He was…honestly a bit surprised that they were so welcoming. They were probably the only class who had been this kind to him after finding out what his quirk was. Even Class C didn’t bother talking to him until he was suddenly the star of Gen Ed in the Sports Festival, and they quickly fell back into ignoring him once it ended.
There was no hesitancy to talk to him in 2-A. Even Ojirou, who had felt the full effect of his quirk during the Festival and seemed angry about it at the time, just welcomed him with a genuine smile like everyone else. It was…utterly bizarre. He guesses they could be faking it, trying to get on his good side so he wouldn’t use his quirk on them, but this was a lot of effort for it to be fake.
He’d just have to play it by ear.
It was hours before he could escape their clutches, begging exhaustion and heading up to his dorm. Or, well, he told them he was heading to his dorm. The heated glance Katsuki had shot him half an hour ago wouldn’t allow him to go anywhere other than the fourth floor.
How odd it was to go into Katsuki’s room by the front door for once. But then again, that was their new normal now, wasn’t it? He wouldn’t have to grapple down his dorm building and sneak up to Katsuki’s window anymore; he could just take the elevator now. The grin he had been fighting back all day finally broke through and he didn’t hesitate to open the door, not bothering to be sneaky about it since everyone else was still downstairs.
Katsuki was sitting on his bed and scrolling through his phone when he entered, but soon tossed it to the side with a grin when he saw Hitoshi in the doorway. It took three steps for him to grip Hitoshi’s hips and back him against the door, closing it with a bang for how quick it was.
Hot lips claimed his own and he moaned, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s neck as he pressed them chest to chest, feeling every inch of his Katsuki’s body pinning him to the door.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, baby.” He groaned, pulling away from his mouth to kiss down his neck, refreshing the fading hickeys from the last time they were together.
“Oh fuck,” He sighed, letting his head clunk back against the door as Katsuki fitted a leg between his own, not trying to stop himself from grinding down on his thigh.
“It’s your night. Let me reward you, pretty thing.” Katsuki purred against his jaw. Hitoshi whimpered, giving all of himself to his boyfriend, like always.
They didn’t even make it to the bed, tumbling down to the floor in front of it, smack in the center of the room. “Here?” He laughed, watching with hazy eyes as Katsuki dug out the lube from his bedside drawer.
“We’ve done it in weirder places.” Katsuki quirked a brow at him and Hitoshi bit his lip, unable to keep himself from remembering the time the blond had bent him over in an empty classroom during lunch, fucking him full and sending him off to class with a kiss and a slap on the ass once the bell rang. So maybe the floor wasn’t so far-fetched.
He dropped the lube for now, leaning down to capture Hitoshi in a kiss that left him aching in more places than one. He only pulled back to rip his shirt off, looking like a golden god with the ceiling light casting a halo over him, and the only thing in Hitoshi’s head right then was how lucky he was to have this Adonis over him, kissing down his neck and working on the zipper for his pants.
He arched his back, barely even waiting for Katsuki to wrestle his pants off before wrapping his legs around the blond's waist. He rocked their hips together, swallowing the moan that left Katsuki's mouth with his own. Fuck, even through his boxers and Katsuki's pants it felt so good, and he was just reaching for the drawstring on his boyfriend's sweats to get that thick cock inside of him when the door slammed open.
"C'mon Bakubro, you're missing the-HOLY SHIT!"
Well, today was going a bit too well.
“Don’t you know how to FUCKING knock, Shitty Hair?” Katsuki roared above him, trying not to move and flash their erections at what looked like half the fucking class. Kirishima was standing at the open door, face as red as his hair and staring at them wordlessly. Kaminari was peeking over his shoulder and grinning like the cat that got the cream. He could see a few more bodies behind him, Midoriya resembling a strawberry and Jirou snickering into her hand, but was cut off from his observations by Ashido pushing her way to the front of the crowd.
“What is going on here?!” She was trying to sound stern but was betrayed by the wicked grin curling her mouth. “You puttin’ the moves on the new guy already, Bakubabe?”
Katsuki dropped his face into Hitoshi’s neck and groaned long and loud. Hitoshi, for his part, just stared at the ceiling, feeling every excruciating inch of the blush coming over his face as he felt half of his new classmates staring at him two minutes away from fucking his boyfriend. Although, with the way Kaminari was tapping away at his phone, he was sure the other half would know soon enough.
“Puttin’ the moves on my boyfriend, not that it’s any of your fucking business, Pinky.” Katsuki barely got the words out before Ashido gasped, shaking her fists in excitement.
“You’re DATING? For how long?!”
Katsuki looked down at him, raising a brow in question. Hitoshi just shrugged at him. Sure, he was so embarrassed that he could sink into the ground and never come out, and they had planned on keeping this a secret indefinitely, but it looked like everyone was excited or at least not bothered by it…
Besides, it’s not like there was any point in hiding it now.
“Nine months.” Katsuki muttered quietly, moving his hand to stroke Hitoshi’s side in an absent motion of comfort that he usually did when he could tell Hitoshi was getting overwhelmed.
“NINE MONTHS?!” Ashido’s shriek was loud enough to shatter glass and he flinched at the same time Jirou did. She gave him a wry smirk.
“Welcome to 2-A.”