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01.
“Does anyone have a visual on the bastard?” Katsuki hissed into the coms.
“Not yet, Ground Zero,” Deku murmured. There was the sound of frantic typing and more murmurs. “Ah! He’s heading your way, Shouto. Ground Zero, head there now. Red Riot and I can finish getting the data, you two take him out.”
“Got it Deku, heading to you Half and Half.” There was a disappointed sigh -- from Deku -- and a scoff -- from shitty hair -- even as he carefully made his way over, avoiding the patrols as he head towards the target.
“Deku and I are done,” Red Riot announced over the coms.
“Head to extraction point B. We’ll be done soon,” Katsuki ordered. Ah, there the bastard is. He tensed, ready to jump out, slash the shit out of the bastard, only for him to be impaled by a crossbow bolt. Hissing, he got down, even as the half and half bastard jogged to the corpse, just to double check the deed is done. “You done yet, asswipe?”
“Yeah, he’s down,” Shouto confirmed. “Objective complete -- we’ll meet you outside.”
Katsuki huffed, brushing past. “We’re done here,” he uttered, even as candy cane went and retrieved his ammo.
And there’s another dark beast down.
02.
He wakes up to a solid weight on his chest, even breaths tickling against his nipples. Absently, Katsuki raked his fingers through Deku’s green curls. The prone figure sighed in content, burrowing deeper into Katsuki’s side. It’s early, although technically the two of them should be up already, getting the shop ready to open. “Shit nerd, you turned off my alarm, didn’t you?” Katsuki pulled on a strand of curls, not hard, but enough to hopefully get Izuku’s attention.
“But Kacchan only went to sleep an hour or two ago. And we won’t have any customers until we’re ready.”
Huffing, Katsuki allowed himself to sink further into his bed, feeling lithe fingers play against his skin. “Stop using your power for shitty things, especially when hair for brains and icy-hot are under the stupid impression that you don’t have any.” Katsuki feels eyelashes flutter against his skin as Deku blinks in surprise.
“Really? I didn’t realize.”
The random doodles tickling his sides turn into intricate kanji, names that Katsuki knew as well as his own. Ochako, Tenya, HItoshi… Round face, stupid glasses, mindfreak. “Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout, nerd?”
The names changed, he could feel the gold and cut of Eijiriou, and the fire and freeze in Shouto, not the katakana he’s been using but his actual name. “It might be nice, maybe, if the team could get to know each other better…” His and Izuku’s name were added like a ghostly tattoo.
“Are you talking about kumbaya bonding or let’s have a fucking orgy of sin bonding?” Katsuki asked with a wry raise of an eyebrow, even though Deku couldn’t see. He could feel the other heat up., the burn of embarrassment and the curl of arousal emanating from Izuku. “Nerd, you’re projecting your answer pretty loudly.”
The embarrassment spikes, before it clamps up leaving nothing but the barest trace of those emotions.
“Sorry Kachan,” Izuku murmured, snuggling deeper into his side.
Grumbling, Katsuki lets him. “20 more minutes, and i’m getting up, got it?”
There was a sleepy sound of agreement and the feel of drowsy assent, Izuku already drifting off into a doze. Katsuki stayed awake the whole time, already formulating plans on how to seduce his teammates. Again.
03.
For once, Katsuki and half-n-half were flying solo in the flowership -- Kirishima out on deliveries and Izuku otherwise preoccupied in the city. It’s a slow day, which is probably why everyone felt safe leaving the two alone.
“Where did Midoriya go?” Shouto eventually asked. It was low key infuriating that, despite being the newest at the shop, Shouto’s arrangements were refined and elegant in a way that over a decade hadn’t leant to his own. Katsuki assumed it was probably high brow ikebana classes as a kid or something that made elegant fingers wrapped around the stem of a white rose look so good.
“Not like it matters, but Deku’s visiting his gramps.”
“A grandfather? I’m surprised….”
“What you expected us all to have sob stories like you and Kirishima?” The look of surprise in those heterochromatic eyes was a thing of beauty. “Yeah bocchan,” Katsuki teased, a smirk on his lips. “I’ve seen your file -- would have refused to let you on the team until Deku showed me.”
“And you never asked even when…” Shouto trailed off, remembering the mission a few weeks ago that he nearly ruined the mission when he took aim at Todoroki Enji instead of the target.
Katsuki shrugged. “I let you on the team because Izuku asked and I thought you’d be a good fit, even with your issues.”
Shouto mulled on that for several moments, finishing up the order in hand before going back to his original question. “Is it…” safe? Allowed? “Prudent, to let Midoriya visit his family?”
“Kritiker doesn’t control our lives --” well, at least Shouto and Eijirou’s lives, not like Katsuki could admit that, “you can do what you want, but it’s nice to have heads up if you’ll be gone for a while. But the organization doesn’t discourage you from having friends and a life outside the job.”
“What do you do? What do you have outside of work?:”
Katsuki, done with his own arrangement now, started ticking them off, “I go to cooking classes when I have time -- when we’re less busy, I’ll probably start cooking meals here again too. I see my parents when they’re back in town, and,” here, Katsuki gave Shouto a smoldering look, “Sex. Sex is a pretty good destressor.”
Shouto paused, eyes flickering up towards the apartments above them. It was then that Katsuki remembered that Shouto was directly below him and probably heard him and Deku having sex -- loud, energetic, sex -- several times since he moved in. Absently, Katsuki wondered how many times the dual-colored bastard jacked off to the two of them. “Is it now?” Shouto quipped, turning a bit to look at Katsuki fully.
Smirking, Katsuki decided to show Shouto practical aspects of one of his favorite past times.
04.
Sex in the back room was thrilling, especially when there’s always the chance Kirishima could return, or a customer could walk into the shop. However, maybe it’s not the best idea to have energetic sex in a room with plants and fertilizers when one of the participants abilities tends to flare up.
Katsuki snickered, even as he smothered the small pile of flaming boxes (And shit, Deku, did you set today up and stocked fire blankets in the backroom?) and Shouto apologetically thawed out some hydrangeas that were in the process of being repotted.
“You need better control icy hot, Deku could probably help with that.”
“Could he?” Shouto hummed in response.
“Yeah, the shitty nerd would be delighted.”
05.
Funnily enough, Eijirou was harder to get into his bed which surprised Katsuki, since the other was so damn tactile. From slapping people on the back (and one miss against the ass, which led to a half hour long discussion on Deku’s gluts and what kind of training would be needed to muscle up) to putting friendly arms around shoulders, to surprise hugs, and honest to god fawning over him…
So why was any attempt to flirt with him just going over shitty hair’s head? Days later, Katsuki, frustrated especially when he could see the doe eyed looks the redhead was giving him, decided to throw subtleness out the window and just be as direct as a baseball bat to the face.
Kirishima was in the backroom (the smoky smell from his foray with Shouto had dissipated within the hour, but the metal table used for holding larger orders was slightly warped from a blast of hot-cold) when Katsuki finally cornered him.
“Why the fuck don’t you want to sleep with me?” he asked point blank.
“I, uh…” Eijirou blushed nearly as red as his hair. “Well, I mean, yeah I like you, but you and Shouto are… yanno… I wouldn't want to get in your way?”
Katsuki gave him a flat look. “Me sleeping with half and half doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want to have a go at you. Or Deku. Or all of us together.” The wide eyed look Eijirou made was amusing. “What, you never thought about us all together?”
“I mean, I have,” Kirishima choked out, “but I never actually thought that would be a thing,” he admitted, still flushed as he looked away.
With a gentle touch against his cheek, Katsuki turned Eijirou’s face to look at him. “Look, I can’t say it would work perfectly, but we won’t know until we try all right? And Deku did a shit ton of calculating to figure out a team that would work out both on the field and in bed, so you being insecure or whatever this shit is, even though we’re all willing? That’s wasting the shitty nerd’s time and effort and I’m not a fan of that.”
Anything else that could be said was derailed by Shouto popping his head into the back room. “Not to interrupt the UST,” dammit Deku, why the fuck did you teach Icy-hot that phrase, “but Creati is here with a mission.”
God dammit.